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The Targaryens

It took them a week for the Targaryens to hear back from Meereen once the red priests had sent out word that they needed help. Jon's biggest fear had been the possibility of the letter being intercepted by something else, considering they ended up here through warging.

But Bennero had assured him over and over that it would not happen, and they would be okay.

Eventually, after a week, they received a letter saying that they would send their best guards to meet them halfway through the Dothraki Sea, and then guide them home through the dangerous parts. According to Daenerys, most parts were the dangerous parts, but they had to stay positive for the children's sake.

So, on the day after they received the letter, the packed up their few items they had, said goodbye to the kind innkeeper, and to the red priests. But not without some sort of warning first.

"Keep mind of certain instances that the children may have," Bennero said to Daenerys before they left. "Take heed of any dreams. Of any powers. They will be your savior."

Daenerys, who had sighed and said 'thank you,' went on with her day, but even Jon could tell that she was getting close to her breaking point with the priests. Each day they would say something like that and they were the ones who had to somehow explain it to the children, who didn't quite understand.

Eventually, the priests gave them horses and took them out of the city at night so no one would see them, avoiding the path that lead to Demon Road, and heading into the Dothraki Sea. Jon had never been in this part of the world – Essos in general was completely new for him. The only person he had ever heard of before he met Daenerys from Essos was of Robb's wife, Talissa, and he had never even met her before the Frey's had killed her.

They would travel at night when it was cooler and the sun rays weren't as hot. Daenerys had told him that traveling during the day was brutal for the Dothraki, but it was what they did. In order to somehow survive getting to their meeting point, traveling at night was their best option.

But, traveling meant a lot of talking. At first, there wasn't much conversation. The first days of traveling were filled with silence, contemplation, and directions. Daenerys knew the area much better than Jon ever could, or Daemon or Dan. But eventually, they would find a steady pathway to walk on. If they kept up their pace, they would be in Meereen within a couple of weeks.

Even so, one night, Dan finally spoke up her little voice from around the campfire, before they would leave to travel. It was soft, barely there, as if she was trying to figure out how to ask the questions, but when she did, Jon knew they were going to be in for a long conversation.

"The red priest," she started, looking up at her parents and then at Daemon. "He…he mentioned the name Dyeana to me. Daemon said the same thing…is this something different?" she asks them, her voice laced with confusion. "Is this what I'm supposed to be named?"

Daenerys glances over at Jon, as if waiting for him to explain her name. Jon sighs. "Dan, I named you originally after your mother because I thought she was gone. I wanted to honor her in a way…but Daenerys has told me that she's heard that name in her sleep."

"You said that too," she states quietly to Daemon.

He nods. "I don't know for sure if it's the name you're meant to have – it's just what I recognize you by. It suits you, but it's up to you if you wanted to change it."

Dan nods quietly, looking down at the fire. She speaks up again within seconds. "We're a strange family, aren't we?"

Daenerys brow furrows as she looks at her daughter. "Why do you say that?"

"I mean, she does have a point." Daemon gestures to the two of them. "Take us. We aged quicker than anyone…I mean, since I've met you I don't think we've aged as quick but…it's not normal for two kids to grow this quickly. And now Bennero says we have some…powers? Is this a normal thing, mother?"

She sighs and shakes her head. "Look, I've told you. The Targaryen's are known to be powerful people, both in the magic world and not. We have ridden dragons for thousands of years before they died. And only with me were they reborn. I don't know when the magic died – maybe it was when the dragons died off years ago. But now, it's back. And I think that means we need to take care of it – even if it doesn't seem true right now."

"Is it really true Targaryen's can't burn?" Dan asks. "I overheard you and father talking about it."

"Well…not technically." She sighs and looks over at Jon. "Your father has been burnt." Jon holds up his hand to show her the scar of the burn from years ago. "I've always been different…I grew up with my brother telling me about how fire cannot burn a dragon, and for a while, I thought it was true. In a way, I've been different. I remember when I was getting ready for my wedding to Khal Drogo, I bathed in a bath that should have been too hot for the average person, but it didn't burn me. I thought 'maybe I am special.' But when my brother was killed, it was through something that involved fire. And thinking about it, Targaryens had died by fire many times before me. So I thought it was possible to die, and maybe my skin could just handle hot water better…but something changed. Now…" She waves her hand over the flames, and pulls it back, completely unharmed. "It doesn't harm me."

"Wicked," Dan whispers in shock. She turns to Daemon. "What about you? Can you not be burned?"

"I'd rather not try," Daemon states, causing Dan to snicker.

She was quiet again before looking back at Daenerys. "I'm sorry, I-I just have a lot of questions."

Daenerys chuckles before waving her hand. Jon was glad to see her smile and interact with Dan so easily. It had been a long journey so far. They needed this. "Go on."

"Your brother…Viserys. Daemon told me you had a dragon named after him but he was…bad?"

Daenerys was quiet, looking at the fire for a few moments before her eyes jumped back to Dan's. "My brother…was a troubled soul." She sat up straight. "You need to understand, Dan…my family – our family – is not wanted in many parts of the world. Yes, we aren't the only people with our hair, or our features – people of Lys have blood of Old Valyria in them as well – but they know who I am. And if they saw me with you, they would know who you are. My father – your grandfather – was a terrible man. He was mad with power. My brother…would follow suit. We had to run as soon as I was born – I never even got to see Westeros until I came with my army. He spent his whole life thinking that as long as we stayed together, the Targaryens would rule again. And that ended with him selling me like a mare to be milked. He did horrible things while we were in the Dothraki tribe. And while I gained power, he lost his…and it ended terribly."

Dan looks over at her and nods. "He's still your brother though."

"Family doesn't mean shit." Dan looks over in surprise at her father's tone, who was quiet for a moment. He sighs and stands. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant when someone betrays you like that, blatantly hurting you over and over…what's the point? If they don't even try to gain forgiveness, to prove that they are better…then there's no choice but to walk away from it. And in your mother's case, her husband at the time killing him was for her own safety."

"Is that true, mother?" Daemon asks quietly. "That he would have?"

Daenerys bites her lip and slowly nods her head. "Maybe not within that time span, but had he lived? I believe he would have. That's just what happened." She sighs and glances back at Jon. "Family can be…complicated."

"But it can work itself out, somehow," he states back. He sees a ghost of a smile appear on her lips before she looks back at the ground. Dan looks back at them before glancing at the fire. She tries to move it with her hands, but to no avail, and then groans.

"I'm telling you, that priest was a croak. I can't move fire at all!"

Daemon chuckles and stands. "Good. Don't need you sending fire flying everywhere when you get mad."

"Oh, and what are you going to do? Fling sand at me? With all your power?" she jokes. He kicks sand at her and she giggles, doing the same back to him. Jon rolls his eyes and stands, shaking his head with a soft smile on his face.

"Alright, alright. Let's get going." He helps Daenerys stand, who was still healing from her injury on her leg, and gets her up on her horse.

Before he went over to his, she grabs his arm. "The children….they're getting along well."

He nods his head. "Give it a week. They'll be flinging more than sand at each other if they keep bickering about powers. I wish Bennero hadn't said anything," he states to her quietly.

Daenerys silently shakes her head. "It's just something we'll deal with if it does actually happen."

Jon nods, glancing back at her. "You alright to travel right now?"

She nods, and he heads back over to the horses, helping the kids onto theirs before going onto his, stomping out the campfire first. Once they were all done, they head out with Daenerys leading, the two children following closely in their parent's steps.

Jon

It took them a couple more days before Daemon finally asked the question.

"Father?" Jon had glanced at him from his spot near the fire, as he was trying to keep it going for the night that was approaching before they had to travel some more.

"What is it?"

"Am I a bad swordsman?"

Jon felt his head drop before he glances over at Dan, who was in Daenerys tent – they had finally been able to put one up and relax for the time being. He had been seeing the two practice, but nothing that would show him to be bad.

"Why do you always say that?" he asks Daemon quietly, coming over to him. He kneels down in front of him. "Has Dan said anything?"

"No," he states. "No, not at all. We practice a lot. But I always feel that she's just quicker. We have the same movements, the same ways of hitting and striking and everything, but she just always gets the best of me."

Jon looks at him quietly before placing his hands on the boys shoulders. "You know, I was never the best swordsman in Westeros."

Daemon's brow furrows. "You weren't?! Mother always said you were."

Jon chuckles before shaking his head. "Well, your mother has only really met me in Westeros and not that many other swordsman. She's known many in Essos – one of which is your teacher, correct?" Daemon nods.

"Daario Naharis."

"Right," Jon mutters. He needed to remember that name. "Well, I don't know why you think he is a bad teacher. He's doing a great job with you-"

"But-"

"Let me finish." He points down at Daemon's sword that he uses. "He is teaching you everything you need to know, from what I've watched with you and Dan. You know the same movements, same blocks, same strikes – swordsmanship isn't a hard art once you get the hang of it. Daario is a great teacher - I can tell from the way you fight."

"Then why is it so hard to beat her?" Dameon mumbles.

Jon squeezes the boys hand. "Let me tell you why. I told you that I'm not the best swordsman in Westeros. I never thought I was – I still don't. I taught Dan based off of what I saw other people do, and I tried to mimic it. My brother, Robb, on the other hand…he was years better than me, and we were practically the same age. But he taught me something that trained me better than a lot of the regular swordsman out there, and something I can teach you. I'm not the best at it – and never will be – but it's worth a shot. It's a different type of stance. Posture. And it's the same thing I taught Dan."

He comes over to the boy's side and rests his hands on his back, adjusting his posture as he saw fit. Daemon took out his sword, looking up at him with questions in his eyes.

"You see, Dan is able to strike quicker because she has different feet movements, different ways of swinging her sword. It's just the way I was taught." He looks over at Daemon. "You are not a bad swordsman by any means. When I watch you and Dan practice, you fight very much the same as I've seen many people fight, good swordsman's who are some of the best people I know. But everyone is different. Maybe the posture will help."

Daemon looks at his sword and then at him. "Then teach me it all." He glances at the ground and then back at him. "I don't think I want to beat her…I just want to tire her out like she does to me."

Jon smiles and nods quietly. "Then we can start now."

Daemon smiles back, a smile that made Jon want to embrace him. He had so much hope in his eyes for the future, the excitement of learning more. He wished he could go back to Daemon's age, when he was learning. Life was so pure back then, full of promise and hope. But he knew more now. Much more. And life was not so simple.

"Alright," he says, trying to shake the negative thoughts from his head. "We'll start out like this."

Dan and Daenerys

Dan could hear the clashing of swords from inside the tent. She had decided to follow Daenerys inside to ask more about their family and everything that had happened to them. They had been traveling for she didn't even know how long, but her mind had been constantly focused on trying to figure out exactly what they were.

The best person to ask? The one who lived through it all.

But the sound that escaped into the tent and pierced her ears caught her attention, and she peaked outside to see that Jon and Daemon were practicing – and he was teaching him her moves!

"That's not fair!" she whispers in shock.

Daenerys looks up from her spot. "What isn't fair?"

"Father, he's…he's teaching him the same things he taught me. That's supposed to be for me!"

Daenerys chuckles from where she sat, causing Dan to turn her head towards her.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You know much about the world, Dan," she states softly. "But you must know that your father isn't the only person who knows how to use a sword in the way he does."

Dan rolls her eyes and sighs. "I know."

"It's alright if he teaches the same technique to your brother, of all people."

"I know, I know," she mumbles before looking over at her. "I just like that I'm quicker than him. The moment father teaches him, I'm going to be sweating a lot more whenever Daemon and I practice." A thoughtful smile appears on her face. "I remember, I used to practice with the Wildlings that we lived with, father and I…Uncle Tormund was the best out of all of them. It's so much more different practicing out here – warmer."

Daenerys smiles gently. "You know Tormund?"

"Yes. He was the best." She looks up at her in surprise. "You know him too?"

"Of course I do." She raises her brow. "Has Jon not told you that I was there? For a long time?"

Dan bites her lower lip and glances at the ground. "Father told me a lot for a long time, but he didn't tell me who you were until I found out about you for his own reasons. I knew you helped in the Battle of Winterfell after reading some things…just didn't know you helped so much that you knew the people."

Daenerys sighs. She didn't blame Jon for not telling Dan about herself. She had done the same with Daemon. There was just so many instances with what happened to them that it was hard to really talk. But now she knew that they needed to get over that and move on so their children could understand.

"Well I knew plenty," she said quietly, handing the girl a cup of water from her pouch. "Tormund was wild, but he was kind and supported Jon with his whole heart. I don't blame you for thinking he was the best. I saved him on a dragon," she states.

Dan's eyes widen. "Really?"

"Mhmm. When we were trying to prove the wights existence to Queen Cersei at the time, your father, Tormund, and many other men got trapped in the Far North. I rode my dragons there to help them and escape with them…that's where I lost my first, Viserion." Her voice trickles to a sad tone, memories flooding her mind. "Jon told me to go when I had everyone on my back but him. I didn't want to, but he wasn't getting on – it was like he wanted to go straight to the Night King. But I knew there was no point in trying to bring him back – he was stubborn, and still is. So I flew off with Tormund and the others, back to the Wall…it was hours later that your father came back, somehow alive."

"He's good at that," Dan states quietly.

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Somehow staying alive," she responds, gesturing outside. "I mean, I've seen him. The scars, from what his men did. How can anyone survive that?" She brings her knees to her chest, glancing outside. "He told me that the red priestess, Melisandre, brought him back, but he also said she was an evil woman. And then he said that technically the Lord of Light did, but he didn't know what to believe. And now Daemon tells me that's how you – we – were brought back, and I don't know what to believe anymore…I always like to know everything, but this is all just…so different than what I am used to."

Daenerys sighs. "I don't blame you. It confuses me too." She reaches over and takes Dan hands in hers. "Some people can seem like they're perfect, but in reality, they are not. No one is perfect. No one has full morality or the perfect fighter – everyone has their flaws." She pulls back. "Like me, for example."

Dan raises her brow in surprise, clearly listening.

"Don't be surprised – just because I've done things doesn't mean I'm stupid." She glances at the opening of the tent. "If you want me to be honest, I was power-hungry – I still am to some degree." Dan looks at her in surprise. "When I was younger, before you were born, I wanted to rule Westeros. I wanted to prove to the people there that not all Targaryens were bad, and that some were good, and wanted to restore the realm. I wanted to come in and take back what was ours, and not have anyone stop me." She sighs and looks back at Dan. "I want to believe that I've changed much since I've had you and Daemon. I rule over Meereen, but I try to be as peaceful and the opposite of what happened back then. I did so many great things…and then one act of madness took it away."

"Daemon says you don't remember it," Dan says quietly.

"I don't remember the reason," Daenerys admits to her quietly. "I don't know what caused me to suddenly snap. I had lost some of my closest friends, another one of my dragons – even the love of your father, for a time. But nothing swayed me until something just…changed. But even if I don't recall, I have to own up to it. And this is me, owning up." She reaches over and grabs Dan's hand. "I'm trying to make myself better each day. So is your father."

Dan was quiet, glancing at the ground. Daenerys pulls back and nods outside.

"Do you wonder why I tried to keep Daemon from learning about his father? To really talk with him?" Dan shakes her head. "It's because of what he did." Daenerys gently moves the top of her cloak to reveal the large scar that was right above her heart. Not the whole one, but enough for her daughter to see. She stared, her eyes jumping back between her mother and the scar.

"He really did kill you," she whispers in shock.

"What, you didn't believe him?"

"A…a part of me didn't. I guess I maybe just needed the actual scar." She glances back at the ground. Daenerys sighs and walks over to Dan, before wrapping an arm around her.

"There's this thing called 'honor' that your father has. It's something all Starks have."

"But…isn't he a Targaryen?"

"He's half-Stark too," Daenerys states. "Just because he has his father's last name, don't not talk about his mother's side. And because he grew up with the Starks, they were all raised to do the right thing for the sake of the realm. To do the honorable thing. For Jon, when he was younger, the honorable thing was leaving to go to the Wall. For his family, it was many other things. His father – really, his uncle – went to Kings Landing to become Hand of the King, only for him to be killed – that was considered an honorable thing, to go and protect the king. And it ended in death."

She gestures back outside.

"You have a brother. Your father had a brother, Robb. He went to war for his father's death, fell in love with a woman, and was killed for it. He did the honorable thing, and wanted to save his family and find a life after. Again, he was killed for it."

She places her hands against Dan's lap, causing the girls head to pop up.

"I don't say this out of pettiness for your father – not at all, honestly. When I first met him, I thought him having honor was good. It had been so long so I had met someone like him, who was stubborn yet head-strong. Who could protect his family but also love them. Who had a leader's head but a heart of gold. But then when I burnt Kings Landing, honor kicked in – to do the best for the realm. And he killed me. That's why I didn't tell Daemon about Jon, or let him get close to him for a while – I've honestly been scared that he's going to turn Daemon into someone who follows honor and not his heart, or his head. I know Jon is a good man – but you can't blame me for taking precaution. See? Not everyone is perfect."

Dan's brow furrows before she looks up at her. "Wait. You said that he killed you out of honor?"

"Yes – that's what I believe."

Dan shakes her head. "No…no, that doesn't add up." She stands and looks over at her. "When father told me about you, he said it wasn't his choice to kill you. He didn't want to at first. He made the decision based off of someone else talking to him."

Daenerys' brow furrows. "What are you talking about?"

"He told me that he was lost," she states. "He told me he didn't have any direction and didn't know what to do. He didn't want to kill you. But someone told me that if he didn't, then the realm would be at stake. His sisters would be at stake. It wasn't his choice. Gods, what was his name?" she whispers fiercely.

"He?" Daenerys asks, standing.

"It was a he – someone who was a Lannister."

Daenerys felt the color drain from her cheeks. "Tyrion."

"Tyrion!" she practically yells, before covering her mouth. Yelling in the middle of the Dothraki Sea was something that shouldn't be done lightly. "That was his name! I remember now. He told me that he went to Tyrion to talk with him because he was your hand, and you locked him up for – betraying you? I think that was it. But Tyrion said that the world was in danger, so he did it from that." She looks over at her mother. "He still loved you – least from how he talked about you. He was just told to do that. So he did. But what the heck do I know about that stuff?"

She flops down on the blanket that Daenerys usually slept on, but the dragon queen's mind was a race. It made sense. If Tyrion told him to kill her, Jon would have followed. Anytime his possible family was involved with anything, he wanted to try and keep them safe. Daenerys had never had any intentions of killing his family – or even harming them. If she had succeeded in getting Queen, her and Sansa would have worked something out. But everything changed.

Sansa had told Tyrion, and he had told Varys. And then everything was set into motion.

"In reality, maybe he shouldn't have said anything."

The statement caused Daenerys to jump out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry – what do you mean?"

"Father. He shouldn't have said what he was." She bites her lip and sighs. "I know why he did – I mean, what do you do with information that you just found out you were a Targaryen? I barely still know how to deal with it besides reading and learning." She glances up at her mother. "But maybe he should have waited. Until after you got the Throne. Or something like that. I don't know." She runs her hands through her hair, pulling at her strands. Clear stress and confusion was on her face. "I don't know. I really don't. I really don't."

And suddenly, Dan starts to cry.

Daenerys rushes over to her and wraps an arm around her. "What's wrong? What is it?"

Dan suddenly pushes her head into her chest, her tears soaking through Daenerys shirt. She rubs the girls back, wondering what in the seven hells could have caused this strong girl to cry so quicly, and so hard. Was it what Daenerys said? Did she say too much? Was this her fault?

A few minutes later, Dan pulls back, looking at the ground and wiping the tears from her eyes. "I…I'm sorry."

Daenerys tilts the young girls head up. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and she had the hiccups from her sobs. "What are you sorry about?"

"I'm just a child," she admits, trying to swallow down her cries. "I don't know why I snapped in Volantis. I don't know the whole story – I only wish I did. I want to believe you, but I want to believe father. And I don't know what to believe. And everything is so confusing. I'm so confused all the time with the history of this family. And I just want to understand!" She starts to cry again and Daenerys shushes her, trying to calm her down.

"I know, I know," she whispers, rubbing her back. "It's alright…stop crying, sweetling, it's okay." Her voice was soft, and Dan felt herself begin to stop. For the first time, it was the sound of a mother trying to calm her child that actually stopped her from crying. "I don't blame you for what you said to me on the beach – I needed to hear it. Right now, we are possibly in – pardon my language – but one of the shittiest situations we could be in as a family. If we're going to survive, we need to stick together. And what you said helped me understand that more."

"But…aren't you mad?"

Daenerys sighs and shakes her head. "No. As I said, no one is perfect." She tilts her head up, stroking the young girls cheek. "What happened between me and your father is in the past. It's something we need to deal with. All you need to worry your beautiful head about is keeping your wits ahead of you, and making sure you train with your brother so he can beat you."

"Hey!"

Daenerys chuckles, before letting her hand fall to the girl's smaller one. "You are still young. You and your brother have much to learn about the world. About morality, what's right and wrong, and everything in-between. I know you are headstrong – it's one of the things I love about you." Dan smiles softly at the word 'love.' "But you need to learn that if you say the wrong thing to someone that might not be me, you might get hurt. You need to be careful with your words and know the whole story – not just one part."

Dan nods quietly. "Okay…I promise I'll be more careful." She wipes at her nose before sighing. "I'm sorry for crying."

"Don't apologize." She hugs the girl tightly. "It's alright."

The girl hugs her back just as tightly. Daenerys lets out a soft sigh, her eyes opening before glancing outside into the tent. The sounds of clashing swords had been enough to hide their conversation from Jon and Dameon, and for that she was thankful.

Dan pulls back and sighs, standing up. "I'm going to go watch Daemon and father. See how much he's going to beat me now."

Daenerys chuckles before watching her go, spotting her sitting at the edge. Daenerys sighs and glances down at the blanket, her mind flurrying. 'Tyrion. Tyrion told Jon to kill her.'

It's amazing how one action seemed to spur on everything else. And now, she had this in her mind. What would she do with this new information from her daughter? She didn't know. But for now, all she needed to focus on was where they had to go next, and how to get her family back home.

Last night, because the two children were so invested in both of their training and practicing, Jon and Daenerys had both collectively decided that they were going to stay where they were and move onto the next night to let the brother and sister rest. Afterwards, they would head back towards the middle of the sea, towards Meereen.

Hopefully, they would find their people there.

Early in the morning, Daenerys woke up to hear something rustling outside. She peaks over at Daemon, who was still sleeping, and then gently looks out. Jon was picking up the pieces of firewood from the night before, tossing them into the grass nearby. She exits the tent, coming over to him.

"Good morning," Jon states once he sees her, sighing.

Her brow furrows. "What is it?"

"Nothing, really. I'm just thinking it's quite hot today." He glances up at the sky, the sun blaring down on his skin. "Days like this make me miss the weather of Westeros." Daenerys chuckles a little.

"Trust me, you'll get used to it after a while." She smiles gently before nodding towards the small pond in the distance. "We should get some water for the journey."

Jon nods and follows after her. "You sleep well?" he asks.

She nods. They had started to develop a bit of a morning dialogue considering they were always the first ones awake whenever they had to travel. Although the topic of her dreams she tended to keep quiet. She'd rather not talk about that as much as she could.

"It was good. I didn't see Daemon come in or hear Dan go into your tent until very late in the morning." She raises an eyebrow. "What did you teach that boy?"

Jon snorts but shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping him. "It was nothing. I told him and I'll tell you the same thing – he isn't a bad swordsman. All I did was show him how his posture should be when fighting someone from Westeros. It's a different kind of animal. It's what my brother taught me." He heaves down into the water, beginning to fill up some sort of pouch they could take with them.

"Well clearly it's gotten to him," Daenerys states, shaking her head. "I thought Daario would have been good enough."

"No, trust me, he is," Jon states, standing up and turning to her. "He's been taught everything he should. I just taught him how some people fight in Westeros with different stances and posture. That's how Dan was able to be so quick. And now Daemon is learning too." He smiles a bit as he places his cap on the pouch. "My brother was like Dan – seemed to master the sword instantly. A better person at me in everything, really. It took me years to even resemble him. The only reason so many people believed me to be good was that I was the best at Castle Black. Everywhere else at the time? Ha." He shakes his head, glancing back at the grass. "I would have been cut down at that age."

Daenerys leans down to collect her water as well. "Glad to see you with some humility. Might want to teach that to Dan."

Jon rolls his eyes. "Dan is just joking around. She knows she's no better than a beginner either." Daenerys raises an eyebrow at him. "What? What is that you're doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Just questioning how you think our daughter doesn't believe she's better when she does." Jon once again snorts, shaking his head. Daenerys stands as the two start to walk back to the camp. She looks back at him. "You told me about your brother a couple of times. You never said he was better than you."

"He was better than me at everything," Jon states quietly. "Sword, bow and arrow, lance, combat, everything people say I'm good at, he did first and better. Even women." Daenerys snorts and Jon looks at her seriously. "I'm dead serious. I never even was with someone before I went to the Wall. Thank the gods you never met him back then. Pretty sure I wouldn't have had a chance with you before, you know…everything happened."

Daenerys chuckles a bit, her eyes moving back to his own. "He sounded like a great man. I only recall a couple of the stories you told me…just never believed he really was better…you were never with a woman?"

Jon shuffles his feet. Clearly, something was bothering him about that question. When they had been together, she had only asked really about his family and himself, never his past or anything like this. But the fact that he, Jon Snow, said that his own brother was better than woman than him? She found it quite hard to believe.

But there was the blush, right on his cheeks. "It's a long story." He sighs and shakes his head. "I didn't want to be with someone because I was afraid I'd get them pregnant, and I would birth another bastard into the world…it wasn't until I met someone that changed everything for me. She was a wildling…name was Ygritte." Jon shakes his head. "Red hair, speckled with freckles and all that. 'Kissed by fire,' they called her. She was a roudy one. Crazy. Hard-headed. But I loved her…even so, I had to return to the Night's Watch. I had to leave her. And when the wildlings attacked Castle Black, she was killed."

"I'm sorry," Daenerys says softly.

"It's not your fault. It's just what happened. Either she was going to kill me or someone was going to kill her. The relationship between the wildlings and the Westerosi were never good until we needed them. Tormund and I tried to bring them together as much as possible afterwards to fight the Night King together."

"Well…you did a pretty damn good job," Daenerys admits.

Jon smiles a bit. "Thank you."

She looks back at him. "So…honor brought you back to the Night's Watch? You left another girl for it?"

Jon groans and runs his hands through his hair. She hadn't noticed really with everything going on, but Bennero was right. His hair had gotten longer. It was now practically to his shoulders again. He needed a haircut. "If you want to talk about honor, fuck it." He shakes his head and looks out into the vast grasslands ahead of them. "Fuck my honor."

Her brow raises in surprise. "What?"

"You're right. What did my honor ever get me?" he asks her, turning to Daenerys. "People die. I lose the ones I love. My 'honor' got my children killed, something I didn't even think was possible. I almost killed two bloody miracles. For fucking what?" He shakes his head. "For nothing. So my brother could become king, my sister queen, and my other sister traveling the sea. Where does that leave me? Fucking stranded." He sits down on a log. "Thank the Gods that I found Dan…I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't."

While that was a question Daenerys wanted to ask, she decided it was best for later. "I never thought I'd hear you say that," she starts off gently, sitting next to him. "But I'm glad you see it a little differently now."

"Differently? Everything's changed. I mean, look at us. We're stranded in the middle of the Dothraki Sea trying to find someone to bring us to shelter. I don't know how else everything could change or become different." He shakes his head and sighs. "I'm just glad my children are okay, and you…you're okay." He looks over at her. "Despite everything, I'm glad you're okay."

She smiles gently before her mind starts to boggle her down for information. "Jon, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"Last night, Dan and I were talking, and she said something that made me think." She glances back at him. "She said Tyrion told you to kill me. Is that true?"

Jon was silent, staring at her with the same expression he had when he did what he did. He was full of shock, surprise, and in his eyes she could see the pain as well.

"I-"

"Is it?" she asks, her voice firm.

He swallows, staring at her. It seemed like decades passed them before he answered, but sooner or later, he opens his mouth. "Yes. It's true."

The pain in her shifted. Everything did. She knew that Tyrion had betrayed her. She knew that he had let his brother go despite him running back to Cersei. But she never thought he would convince the man she wanted more than anything to kill her. Suddenly, a whole new realm of anger and rage shifted on her, and she stepped back from him. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

"Daenerys," he starts, but suddenly stops as the ground started to shake beneath them.

She snaps her head up as the children wake up from the noise, running over to them. "What's going on?!" Dan yells as she runs over.

"I don't know," Jon instantly states, pushing them behind him. "Daenerys, what is that?!"

She moves to part the grass, and feels her heart stop at the familiar shaking. Figures on horses were approaching them from afar, nearing in closer and closer. "I know exactly what it is," she whispers.

Within seconds, there were men appearing over the horizon, and she could recognize them instantly. As they came closer, their braided long hair, curved swords and dark tattoos came into vision. Their horses clear as day. Their war cries echoing through the day around them. Daenerys backs up as they come closer, Jon realizing instantly what they were as soon as they came closer, starting to swirl around them. The children clung to them, confused.

"Who are they?!" Daemon asks.

One of them stops and stares, his eyes menacing and cold. Daenerys swallows. They should have left. It was foolish to let the children sleep. More men appear, surrounding them. Jon looks at Daenerys, now knowing what caused the shaking of the earth. It had been their herd.

"Dothraki," Daenerys whispers, as they yell and shout, surrounding them and riding around. This was different. She didn't even know if the Dothraki had returned back to Essos once she had died. No one had told her.

But since there was one of them staring her down, as if she was some sort of meal to be eaten, she assumed she was going to find out now.

Ooooooh I'm excited.

I wanted to make sure we had some serious family bonding in here with both parents and kids because man it's been too much build up without some release. And now we got Dothraki, my favs. We're gonna have some fun *cue evil laughter.*

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