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Daenerys

"I was never that bad," Jon states to Daenerys later that night, looking outside at the people going back into their homes once the sun began to set. Daenerys could understand why. It had been hours since the children had gone out to buy the errands for the good man who had let them stay here, but neither had returned.

Both of them had agreed that maybe they were just taking their time, exploring this unknown city. But now, she was starting to think a little more about what could be happening.

"Jon, you were the worst," she chuckles, moving her leg a little. While they had been in the room all this time, hiding, she had tried to move her leg as much as she could. It still hurt, but because she had been resting it more than she thought she would be able to, she could feel at least a little bit of it healing a minute at a time.

"He turns his head to look at her and she shakes her head at his incredulous gaze. He sighs and sits back down. "Alright, maybe I did preach a lot," he states, which makes her snort. He glares at her, but it was playful. "You're one to talk about you and your speeches you would make."

Daenerys sighs and nods. "I do remember them…but it was for the good of the people that supported me. Same for you. I guess to get to the people you care about you need to be direct with them.

Jon looks over at her, his brow rested in a furrowed stance. "Daenerys, can I be direct with you?"

She looks at him in surprise. For the past couple of hours while they had been alone, both of which had wanted to try and be as civil with the other as possible. And she had found that it wasn't that hard. While her mind was still on what had happened in the past, he had instead filled her head with stories of Dan.

The little girl was definitely her daughter. With how she had snapped at her earlier on in the day, she wouldn't be surprised if her daughter had a little temper. But Daenerys knew that Dan was in a way right. If they wanted to survive, they needed to get along. So both of them had decided to just talk like normal people.

And the stories were just amazing./span/p

He told her of the first time she learned how to use a sword, something she had even failed to learn how to do. How she shot a rabbit from yards away despite being a child with her bow and arrow. How she was beloved by the wildlings, and they called her 'princess of the freefolk.' How she loved to read and learn the history of the world whenever Jon would bring back books for her. It was sweet. She felt like she was hearing more about her daughter with each story

Hearing about the books had made her even more interested. One of the small renovations she had done on the Great Pyramid was a library with her family's history from the books she had people find, as well as books about the world that spies had gotten for her from Westeros and the couple of libraries of Essos. Her first order of business when they arrived in Meereen – somehow – was to gift it to Dan for her to read at her heart's content.

But the way Jon was looking at her now, it didn't seem like it was going to be another story about Dan. It seemed a lot more serious.

"Yes," she responds quietly. In her mind she realizes what she had said before. 'To get to the people you care about you need to be direct with them.' And while a part of her felt flattered, she pushed that way deep down into the crevice of her mind. There was no way in this world she was heading down that road again. "What is it?"

"The other day…I was talking with Daemon," he states, walking over to where she sat on the bed. He lets out a deep breath and sighs. "Before you found me watching the sunrise, I was out for a good portion of the night looking out at the water. Daemon couldn't sleep due to nightmares, so he came out and told me…he said that you're very busy at home."

Her eyebrow furrows in surprise, and she instantly crosses her arms across her chest. What in the seven hells did that mean? "That's not right," she responds, her voice low. "I always make time for him. Why would he say that?"

"The nightmares," he explains. "He said that he wants to have someone to talk to about them, but he doesn't talk to you because he doesn't want to annoy you with his issues." Daenerys felt her heart drop.

"Was…is that really what he thinks of me?" she asks softly.

Jon sighs and shakes his head. "I didn't say it was anything bad. If it helps, he probably loves you more than anything. He talks about you all the time, whenever I'm near him and Dan." He looks back over at her. "But I can tell these dreams are getting to him, and there's so much I can do before there's none."

She looks at the bed before letting her head lean against the board behind it. "Damn it," she whispers, running her hands through her hair. "I never thought he was having any issues." She looks back up at him. "You always know children, especially with Daemon…they don't want to inconvenience you. They always feel that they shouldn't talk with their family about these things. I always thought he knew he could talk with me about anything." She looks back at the bed before her lip curled up into another sigh. "I need to make that clear to him when I see him again…I never wanted to be that parent. I always wanted to be someone people could run to if they needed to."

"I know," Jon states quietly. She looks over at him, seeing his contemplative expression.

"Is Dan like that with you?" she asks gently.

Jon looks over at her, and she sees the most pleasant smile on his face. It suited him. "I try to be. With where we lived…it was hard not to share each other's thoughts. We live in the same tents, often huddling to stay warm. The northern cold is nothing to take lightly."

"I remember," Daenerys states, her mind drifting back to when she flew beyond the wall for Jon and his men when they were catching the wight. She looks over at him. "How did you find Dan?"

Jon's smile doesn't waver. "In a cabin near the edge of a cliff. I don't even know how she survived by herself in there…she just appeared as if out of thin air."

'That would line up with how Kinvara put it,' Daenerys thinks inwardly, before nodding. "I suppose she musn't had been there long." She looks back at him. "What were you doing near cliffs anyway? Looking at the views?"

The smile from his face leaves and he glances back at the bed. "Yeah…something like that," he mutters.

Before she could ask, there was a sudden rushed and quick knocking on the door. Jon's brow furrows as he stands to go over, Daenerys' eyes quickly following. Jon opens the door, a hand on his sword, before letting it go once he sees who it was. It was the innkeeper. Daenerys quickly pulls her scarf over her head before he looked at her. He seemed flushed.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," the innkeeper said, breathing heavily. "But I have news I think you two would be interested in."

"What's wrong?" Daenerys states from the bed. "Are the children okay?"

"The children are supposedly fine," the man states, holding up the bag. "They got me the items I requested, but it wasn't them who delivered them to me – it was a red preist, acting under the orders of the high priest at the Temple of the Lord of Light…I think your children might be there."

Jon looks over at Daenerys, who was quiet. "Did the man say anything about the children? The condition they were in?" Daenerys asks, leaning upon her hands.

"All the red priest said was that they were in the keeping of the high priest, but if I were you, I'd go there. The man who runs it, Bennero…I don't know if he's a bit unhinged. I just know that plenty of people here aren't too fond of the speeches he gives in the squares or anything. You might want to make sure your children are okay."

Jon nods. "Thank you for telling us this." The innkeeper nods before leaving. Jon closes the door and turns to Daenerys. "Well, fuck."

"What do we do?" she asks, moving her legs this time to move.

Jon sighs. "I have to go to the Temple. I knew there had to be a reason they weren't back yet. Dan never takes this long when she has something to do. I doubt Daemon would either."

"Wait." Daenerys grabs at his arm. "You said 'I.' There's no way I'm not going."

"Daenerys, your leg."

"I don't care about my bloody leg," she snaps, standing. The pain was there, very much so, but the adrenaline she had in her was much more. "These are my children. Our children. And some pain in my leg isn't going to stop me from going to get them back from some creep."

Jon looks down at her leg before back at her, and then sighs. "I won't be able to get you to sit, will I?"

"Nope."

He rolls his eyes. "Now I know why Dan is so stubborn." He goes to the door. "Stay by me and if you have any pain, just hold on. I'll steady you." She nods and walks out with him, closing the door behind them.

The two of them ran through the streets until they arrived on what they could assume was Temple of the Lord of Light. Daenerys, before she met Kinvara, had never been very familiar with the religion, but she knew from the statue that sat on top of the Temple that it had to be where this religion was celebrated. The flaming heart.

"Fucking crazy people," Jon mutters.

Daenerys looks at him in surprise. "You know about the religion well?"

Jon looks over at her as they walk closer. "I didn't know the religion well, but I knew a red priestess who was one of the worst absolute human beings I have ever met." She continues to look at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. "You remember Stannis Baratheon, right? One of the brothers of the original king who wanted the throne?" Daenerys nods quietly. "He had a daughter. Sweet girl. She had a form of greyscale on her face that stopped spreading when she was a youngling, but because it was there, she was banished. Eventually, he started to care for the girl again and took her everywhere. But because the red priestess was always whispering shit in his ear, promising power, he ended up burning his daughter alive because she said it would bring him luck

"Fucking hell," Daenerys whispers in shock. She had no idea of the practices of some of these people. Kinvara had never done something like that – at least to her knowledge.

"I'm not saying Kinvara is a bad person," Jon states quietly, looking over at her. "I think she's one of the better ones. But just know that if she ever tried to say that to you - "

"I would be the one to kill her first, Jon," she states simply. No matter how much she had wanted power in the past, or power in the future, she would never sacrifice her children's lives for the sake of it. She had already done that once in the past with Rhaego because she wanted her husband to live. And both had been the detriment of it.

She was not going to repeat that mistake again.

Jon nods, apparently happy with her answer before they walk up to the guards. The innkeeper had told them on the way out that during the day, they had multiple guards outside to basically protect the whole circumference of the Temple, but now there were only ten that stopped them in their path.

"We need to go in," Jon states, his voice firm.

"Sorry. No adult can pass through these gates without the proven admittance of-"

"Listen to me," Daenerys starts, coming forward. "I swear to all the gods above us and below us that if you do not let us in to see my children, I will personally bring my men here and kill you."

The guard instantly straightens up, looking down at her. "Are you…Daenerys?"

"Yes."

The guard exchanges a look with the other one that stood directly next to it. The guard then looks over at Jon. "Are you the father of the children?" Jon nods once. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, ready to pull if need be. Daenerys turns to the guard again.

"I don't want him to hurt you, or for anyone else to hurt you. I just want to be taken to our children, and I know that they are in there with your high priest. So please, take us." The guard looks back over at the other one before suddenly taking a step back and walking to the doors.

He opens them both, swinging inside, before looking back over at Daenerys and Jon.

"Follow me."

They nod and walk in after them, as the guards close the doors behind them. Daenerys gets a glance around the Temple, feeling some of the red priests who had been walking around stare her down. It was dark, and the light that came from the torches were the only thing that illuminated the men in the red robes whose eyes were trained on her.

There were multiple baths that seemed to be used for baptisms, but the statues that were displayed across the floor throughout the centrum was something that would even have Daenerys quivering. They were strange, filled with images and decorated with what seemed like old blood.

What were some of these traditions? And how had her children somehow gotten involved in this?

The guard leads them through another pair of doors, leading them back to where she assumed the red priests lived. This whole entire building was a maze of doors and hallways, and she had no idea that if something did happen to them, how they would get out. But she just had to hope that there was an exit near wherever they were considering how big it was.

Finally, they could hear people talking from behind two large double doors, and Daenerys could smell a piece of food that distinctly reminded her of stew. She looks at the guard, who opens the door for them. She braced herself for the worst, almost expecting to see her children being hurt, but was surprised at what she saw.

It was Daemon's face, covered in what looked like some sort of liquid from a bowl of soup, as well as Dan, who was deep into devouring a loaf of bread.

Daemon looks up and then smiles. "Mother!"

Dan looks up and takes out the bread once she sees them, her cheeks turning red.

Before they could ask either of them what happened, a man came out from another door, that seemed to lead to a kitchen. Daenerys instantly saw Jon take a step back, and she could understand why. The man looked like he was out of a horror novel. He had tattoos all along his face of flames and his skin was as pale as her hair. He reminded her of a skeleton, except with flesh, if that made any kind of sense.

"Daenerys Targaryen," the man states, a smile on his lips. "Come, sit. The children were just discussing you."

Before she could even ask how he knew her – probably from the children or something else, Jon spoke exactly what she was thinking. "I don't think that's a smart idea," Jon states quickly.

The man raises his hands in defense. "Trust me, I mean no harm. I know I come off as…off-putting, to some, but I'm here to help you."

Jon looks over at Dan, who nods. He looks over at Daenerys, who sighs and quietly shrugs her shoulder. What else could they do except accept it? There were guards right outside the doors.

So, the two of them sit down at the table with their children, with Daenerys looking over at the man who sat at the head as they took their seats. He offers food, but Daenerys and Jon both shake their heads. She just wanted to get out of there, honestly.

"Why are my children here?" she asks him as he retracts his hand away from the food. "Did you kidnap them?"

"Not at all. They came to me."

Her brow raises as she looks over at Daemon. "Why would they come here?" she asks, her voice laced with questioning towards her son. He swallows his soup before looking back at his mother.

"We thought that because Kinvara was a red priest here, the people might be able to help us here," Daemon answers. "We didn't think it was as big of a deal here but it is."

Daenerys looks over at the man. "Alright. I'll bite. What is your name? And how could you help us? Because surely you can not have kept our children here for as long as you have without offering some sort of help."

The man nods. "My name is Bennero. I am the high red priest here, in charge of running this wonderful religion. And I can help you, Daenerys Targaryen. Our princess who was promised."

Her brow furrows. "Kinvara has said that to me."

Jon grunts from his seat. "I've been told that, too."

The man looks over at Jon in surprise. "Oh my, I didn't even realize who you were! Your hair has grown tremendously, Jon Snow."

Daenerys looks at him in shock. "How do you know who he is?"

The Lord of Light knows all, Daenerys Targaryen," the man states, his fingers intertwining with each other as he rests his hands on the table. "We have been prophesizing that you and Jon Snow were meant to save the world from the Long Night. And we know that your children are meant to do the same."

"Has he been saying this the whole time?" Daenerys asks Daemon, and he nods.

"That doesn't make any sense," Jon states. "We killed the Night King's army years ago. Arya stabbed him in the heart. He burst into crystals."

"Ay," the man states, leaning back in his seat. "But there's a darker evil approaching, one no one expects…and it is the people who sit in front of me that are going to change the tide

Daenerys glances over at Jon, seeing him take a deep breath and close his eyes in frustration. She didn't blame him. Out of everything they were expecting to hear, this was not it. She had seen the Night King himself, seen one of her dragons die because of it. The last thing either of them wanted to hear was some other threat that was supposedly worse than what they had gone through.

"Alright," Jon responds. "Then what is this 'threat' you speak of? Because I find it very hard to believe."

"That I can not answer," the man states. "All I know is that the least of your problems are over, but the worst has yet to come." He looks over at Dan, who squirms in her seat at his gaze. "Your children have gifts. Very special gifts."

"We know, 'the visions of the past,' we-"

"No." His sudden response stopped them in their tracks. They look up in surprise. "Yes, one of your children can seek into the past by touching certain things. That I can tell. But there are other powers deep within. Dan, for example, showed me one of her own today." Daenerys looks over at Dan, who was quiet.

"What happened?" she asks.

"Your daughter got angry with me," Bennero starts. "For valid reasons, I'll put out there. We did not believe that she and her brother were truly the children of Daenerys Targaryen, and we scared them quite a bit. But I knew she was your daughter when she caused the fire in the room to surge."

"Jon's brow raises in shock. "She did what?"

"Jon Snow, your daughter can bend fire to her whim."

"I would not say that," Dan mutters.

"Wait." Daenerys looks over at Dan. "Is this true?"

She sighs. "Look, I don't know what happened. Truly. I was just angry and the fire around me in the torches got bigger when I yelled at them. I don't think that has anything to do with bending fire or anything like that."

"That's just…strange. I don't know," Daenerys states, growing quiet. Dan looks at her in shock. "There are many things you don't know about your family, Dan. We'll explain everything in time. But this…it's far too much to handle. Right now, we need a way home."

Before anything else could happen, Jon intervenes. "This is nice and all," Jon starts, trying to stop the inevitable fire match between the two blondes, knowing Dan and how she asks so many questions. "But you said Dan. What of Daemon?"

"Daemon is a peculiar boy," Bennero starts, looking over at the mentioned name as he drank some of his water. "While Dan's power acted on her emotions, I have a feeling his power has yet to be seen due to him not having to use his own."

"What does that even mean?" Daemon asks, his brow furrowed.

"It means that you haven't had the need to use your emotions yet to protect yourself," Bennero starts, walking over to the boy. He places a hand on his head. "All your life, you have been sheltered in the walls of Meereen. You have been taught by people in your walls. And have barely stepped outside except for this mishap of your life. Dan, on the other hand, grew up in the Far North, where there are many horrible things. She has had to learn how to live and survive. You have only learned how to thrive. For you, you're going to need a lot of training before your close to where Dan is."

The young girl rolls her eyes. "This is starting to sound ridiculous. I really doubt there are any powers in us or anything like that. It's just a coincidence."

Before Bennero could speak, Daenerys interrupts. "Bennero, right?" The man nods, turning to her. "We appreciate this information…I'm sure that we will need it eventually. But right now, we are stranded in a city we hardly know and we want nothing more than to be back in Meereen. Is there any way you can contact them?"

"That's what I was talking to your children about," Bennero states, a smile on his face. "Kinvara was one of our best, but years ago she left to do important business. Seeing that you are alive and that the family of heroes is here, I see it truly was important." He walks over to a window as a bird flies through the shackles. "While we do not know if Kinvara is there right now, we do know that she brings followers and helpers wherever she goes. We can send an urgent notice to the Temple in Meereen to send help from the Great Pyramid. From there, we can see if we can arrange some help to get our beloved Queen back home."

Daenerys smiles gently, although a part of her had to force it. "Thank you. That's all we really wanted."

The man bows to her, causing her to shift uncomfortably. "Anything for you."

Jon stands, shaking his head. "Well, we should go now. We're all quite tired and the children deserve to sleep."

"Please, we insist you stay in the Temple. It's safer."

"We're sorry, but we've already settled in the inn," Daenerys states, trying to avoid any more strange conversations for the day. "But we will be back to visit. Thank you so much." She walks over and shakes his hand. Suddenly, she sees some sort of vision, of a person falling into a bat of fire. They scream in pain, torture, and everything awful until it's gone, and everything turns dark. The sky glowed red. Her body grows cold.

Daenerys blinks and steps back, the vision gone, and her staring at him in surprise. The man nods at her with a smile as she grabs Daemon's hand as if knowing she had seen the same vision. Daenerys nudges Dan out of her seat, grabbing her hand as well, following Jon and leaving this Temple, looking back at the man. He offers another smile before the doors closed as if he disappeared behind them.

Whatever this place was, they needed to get out. The quicker, the better.

Once the family arrived back at the room in the inn, Jon turned to the innkeeper and thanked him for letting them know where the children had gone. Once they were back upstairs, Jon closes the door and turns to Dan. "Why would you go towards the Temple? You know how I feel about those nuts, Dan."

"It was my fault, father," Daemon instantly states from where he sat, causing the two adults to look over. Jon seemed even more surprised he called him 'father,' but that was a conversation for another time. "We…were talking about home, and we got to the end of the market. I saw the Temple and instantly thought of Kinvara. I didn't think…we just went up. I thought maybe they might know us because Kinvara has talked about it, but I didn't think she didn't tell them about me or you."

Daenerys sighs. "Daemon, it makes sense if she didn't. She tries to keep us and Meereen as it is now a secret as much as she can because if people find out I'm alive-"

"I know." He looks at the ground. "I'm sorry. I'll never do something like that without letting you know again."

He seemed really upset. Daenerys runs a hand through her hair, before looking back at Jon, who was quiet. Dan instead speaks up. "He saved us though."

Daenerys brow furrows. "How?"

Bennero wasn't lying when he said he didn't believe us. I'm pretty sure that if we didn't know how to protect ourselves, they would have cut off our hands." She looks back at her brother. "The sword he had was quick enough and he was able to grab it to slice at Bennero's leg before he could drag him away. After that, we were safe."

"That's not entirely true." Daemon looks over at his parents again. "Once I came over to her, she used this fire thing that scared them. I think that's when they knew we were the real deal."

Daenerys looks over at Dan before gently coming over to her. "Tell me. Was what Bennero was saying true? Did you bend fire?"

Dan sighs. "It's not bending. I didn't even touch it. It just…surged. For all I know, he could be completely off his knocker."

Daenerys hm's and then moves away, going back over to the bed. "Well…it's a talk for another time. Right now, I think we all deserve a little bit of sleep." She looks over at Jon. "I'm going to get some air beforehand. Have the children sleep on the bed. I'll be okay."

Before he could protest, she had left the room and was going out to one of the balconies of the inn. As she goes to the end of the hallway, she could hear Jon talking to them.

"Don't think we're mad at you."

"It kind of looks like it," Dan states quietly.

"We aren't mad. We trusted you to go out there, didn't we? We were just concerned of where you went. And knowing what I know about some of the red priests and priestesses, they aren't the most…calming presence for children to be in. While I know Kinvara is different – I've seen it myself – a lot of others are not. You worried us. We thought something bad might have happened."

"We won't do it again," Daemon states quickly.

"We promise!" Dan says right after.

Jon sighs before squeezing both of their hands. "I know you won't. There will come a time when you two will be old enough to go on your own adventures. But for now, if there is anything that either of you feel might be endangering, you tell your mother and I. We're a family. We make it through this together."

After that, she hears him kiss their forehead before standing.

"Now get some sleep. We'll be back in soon."

After that, he goes out of the room and into the hallway, closing the door behind him. Once he was out, he looked to where Daenerys was, leaning against a balcony with her scarf covering her hair, looking out into the moon. She looks over at him as he comes to her, his arms crossed.

"What's the real reason you're out here?" he asks her gently.

She sighs and looks back out into the sky. "My brother always thought he was destined for greatness," she says softly, her eyes painting pictures of memories in her head. "He would always talk about how he deserved the throne out of everyone and that it was his 'right' to claim it back…thank the gods you never met him because I'm pretty sure you would have beaten his face in." She looks back at him. "But he…he always told me that Targaryens never burned. That fire cannot kill a dragon. That's what I said when I went in to save the children, and you were confused. But when my husband killed him with molten gold all that time ago, he died instantly. And then, after reading all these years later, I found out many Targaryens had died through fire. Plenty were badly burned, and some were even burned to death."

"But…fire does not harm you? Ever?" he asks, his tone filled with surprise.

"No. It doesn't." She looks up at him quietly. "I…I thought after seeing my brother die like that, I could die with fire too. I could walk right in and just…die. That's what I wanted to do." She glances at the ground. "When my husband died due to blood magic, I wanted to kill myself too. I had lost him, my son, a chance at the rest of the world…I wanted to end it. So I walked into the funeral pyre, ready to die. That was the tradition with the Khals, burn the dead to honor them…but I didn't burn. Instead, I woke up with dragons, still alive. And I don't think it was because I'm a Targaryen anymore." She looks back at Jon. "I burned the witch that killed him, too. In the same pyre. And I have a feeling that because I did that, and because the dragon eggs were there…something in me changed. Whatever it was, changed. There was enough magic from what that witch did to change me…and now I really am the Unburnt. People don't just say that because I ride dragons. Fire doesn't harm me, no matter what I do. Fire truly cannot kill a dragon."

She glances back at the room, her shoulders falling.

"But now…I wonder if what happened to me might have carried on to our children." She glances back at his hand. "I mean, you have clearly been burnt. So it's not a normal thing for Targaryens to be unburnt. All the magic that came from that woman just…came to me. The dragons too…everything just changed, and I don't know what power or gods did that…but if my daughter is suddenly being able to bend fire…even move it…whatever it is she did do, that has to mean something. Whatever Bennero was saying…her being able to do that can't just be for nothing, like me being able to be unburnt is for nothing. He could even sense something in Daemon, who didn't show any possession of powers…something is happening, Jon. As crazy as we think the red priest is…I think he may be on to something. I saw something when he touched me…it wasn't some vision of the past, or whatever Dan says she sees…it looked like more of a vision of the future. And what I saw wasn't good…the gods above have a plan for us. And I don't know if we're ready for it."

Jon looks at her quietly, and at his expression, she sighs, looking at the ground.

"You think I'm mad."

"No," he instantly says. "Not at all." Daenerys looks back up at him, and he nods, letting out a breath. "I've had a feeling too…I think it's just more disbelief I'm feeling, but it feels like what he says has some truth…even if it feels a little out there. Everything just seems too coincidental." He sighs and leans against the balcony. "I just hope we make it back to Meereen before whatever is coming for us comes."

"So do I," she admits softly.

Jon looks over to her before nudging her side. She glances up at him. "For what it's worth, I'm glad that fire didn't kill you. Life would have been pretty boring without the dragon queen."

She rolls her eyes at the name, but the softest bit of blush appeared on her cheeks. "You're the first person to really tell me that."

"Well, I mean it." For the first time in a long time, she gives him a thankful smile, before looking back at the ground.

"Thank you, Jon."

He reaches over and squeezes her shoulder, trying to offer peace in his own way. "If I hadn't met you, we wouldn't have the children. I don't know what I would have done without them."

"That is true," she glances back at the room, a soft smile on her face. "Despite the trouble we have gotten ourselves into...life would not be the same without them."

He nods quietly before turning back to the hallway. Even then, he stops and turns back to her, gesturing towards the room. "Come on, let's go to bed. We fucking need it after today."

Hearing him curse even now was still surprising considering how 'honorable' he always said he was. At this point now, there wasn't honor driving them. It was pure survival. But as long as they kept their heads, they should be alright.

They walk back to the room, trying to stay quiet as he closes the door behind them.

"I'll take the floor; the children are asleep. You take the couch for your leg," he whispers to her. She nods softly, watching him grab a blanket and a pillow from the edge of the bed. And suddenly, as she laid down on the couch, nursing the pain in her calf, she realized something.

This was the first time Jon and she had slept even remotely close to one another in years, and she didn't hate it. And she didn't know how to feel about that.

She glances over at the children as he blows out the flames from the candles; they were sound asleep, probably lost in their dreams. She laid down on the couch as he took his spot on the floor. Eventually, she would need to let him use the couch – it wasn't fair for her and the children to get all the comfy parts of the room. But for the sake of her leg right now, she was glad he let her use it.

The darkness danced around them for a moment, before his deep voice interrupted her thoughts. "Goodnight, Daenerys."

She closes her eyes. Despite what they had seen, what they had heard or found out about, she hadn't felt more at peace in a long time.

"Goodnight, Jon Snow."

xX AUTHORS NOTE Xx

Bam. Powerful children.

Lol, okay so let's talk.

Before anyone comments about it - no, this isn't going to be like Avatar the Last Airbender or anything like that. The reason I put this in is because there have been multiple instances in the series and in the books where fire has played an important role. And ya know what? I want it to play an even bigger role. So since these children are already powerful being the freaking products of Jon and Daenerys Targaryen, I wanted to prove their worth even more because I can and I want Sansa to shake in her boots (once she arrives in this story) so :p

Second, I decided to go the GRRM way with Daenerys in this. Yes, she's all badass and stuff in the TV show, but her being immune to fire - especially when Jon himself, as a Targaryen, has been burned, and her brother died from molten gold - just don't make sense. So, I went with GRRM explanation, that hte magic from the blood witch along with the dragons, changed her enough where she did become immune to fire, and now through her blood, it might have been passed down to her children.

That's not to say that fire won't play a big role in the children's lives, or even Jon. I got some plans for fire and you'll see as we go alone. But I thought to look at the mental aspect of Daenerys during that time, how the fire kind of reborn her into the girl she is now, was more realistic than her just being completely immune, since Targaryens, according to GRRM, have been burned a lot in the past.

Thirdly (is that even a word?) I need your INPUT! Anyone who is reading this, I want to know two things. It doesn't have to be a long reply or a short review or anything, but please, even if you don't review often or just come to read this craziness somehow, I want your opinion because I care about ya'll.

First: I really want to take your opinions and thoughts into count. Do ya'll want more family time traveling in the desert to get back to Meereen, sort of building that relationship and showing them grow together, or do you want me to go just straight to Meereen to skip the story along? My take was focusing on traveling there, but I can understand if readers want some more meat to come because I want to get to some action to, but character building and relationships is important. But if you guys want me to get them to Meereen quicker, please let me know, because I want to write this for the fans and readers who feel gipt of Season 8 and I want fan involvement because I wouldn't even be able to write if not for the platform. and I'm so thankful for all of you reading, so I want to make this as awesome for ya'll as possible, so please let me know which you want so we can make this awesome because I am so down for either - the choice is yours.

Second: Does anyone know a good fanart creator? There's so much freaking amazing fanart book covers out there and I really want to have something of my own. I'd gladly pay, but I want like something badass that shows the Targaryens how they are meant to be and now how Dumb and Dumber painted them in the last season. So if any of ya'll have anyone, please help a girl out lol

Third: what time is best for you guys to read? For the past six years that I've been writing fanfiction, I've never once asked people what time they like to read, so I wanted to ask you guys what time do you think is the best time to post? Because honestly, I don't have a clue and want ya'll to be able to read without rushing to class or anything like that lol

Alright, thank you for reading this long-winded authors note if ya did lol I needed to get this out. As always, love it? Hate it? Want to smash my head in like the Mountain did to Oberyn Martell? (ew that is a gross image). Let me know in the reviews, as ya'll always keep me going and writing. Don't forget to follow and favorite too so you can join us on our adventure. And of course, thank you all. Have a great day! :)

-walkingpottergirl14