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Anyway, this chapter is a lot of emotions. Much shorter than the previous ones because honestly my fingers can't handle another seven thousand long chapter for a couple more chapters lol but I had fun writing. Hope you have fun reading, enjoy :)

Daenerys

It had been a long time since Daenerys had heard anything about the Dothraki from anyone for a long time. Kinvara hadn't mentioned anything to her regarding the migration of them. She remembered when they first arrived in Westeros, they had truly been the first horde to cross the sea. But after she had been killed she had no idea if they had come back to Essos or not.

Maybe this was them. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought it might be. But at the end of the day, she still was standing in front of a quite large Khalasar with plenty of people she did not recognize.

So best to just be safe for now.

The one Khal that stood in front of her and her family towered. He was taller than Jon – then again, a lot of men were – and his eyes were narrowed into slits, staring her down. But she stood tall. She had faced Dothraki ages now. So many times, she could barely keep count. And she wasn't about to let one man who stared her down scare her into submission as she had in the past.

She was a Queen now. Not some whore to be married off.

"Zasqa noreth? eth tikh jin ghost whore. Vo ato et noreth allayafi rek mra here," the Khal snarls at her. Daenerys felt herself let out a slow breath of anger. Alright, obviously this man did not recognize her if he called her a 'Ghost whore.' She had heard that because the Dothraki were not that exposed to men outside of the Dothraki Sea, they didn't believe people to look like her.

It was the same instance that happened after the Battle Pit in Meereen.

She starts to speak in Dothraki to the Khal and the people around her. She knew that Jon and the others could not understand her, but right now in this time of crisis she knew that the best way to relate to the Dothraki was to make sure they understood her. 'I am not here to harm you,' she starts out. 'My name is Daenerys Targaryen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. You and your men were my bloodriders, my people. If anything, I wish to give you peace.'

'Impossible!' one of the riders cry out, causing some of the others to get riled around them. 'Daenerys Targaryen died by the sword of her lover. She was flown away by her dragon. It was told to us by the men in the suits of armor.'

"The Unsullied," she mumbles, glancing back at the Khal, before switching her tongue back to Dothraki. 'The Unsullied were right!' she exclaims. 'I was killed by my lover. I was flown to Meereen. But I was resurrected by the gods in the sky. And I am here now with my children and their father. And I am in need of your help.'

The Khals around her stare at her, trying to assess her. It seems that most of them were having issues trying to figure out if she was who she said she was. She didn't blame them. There were people out there who looked like her, might even have her hair. But she knew who she was and if they didn't see that, then she would need to find another way to convince her.

'Is this the man that killed you?' one of the riders ask, gesturing his sword towards Jon. He was still standing in front of the children, who were looking around wildly at all of the men. She shakes her head.

'No,' she responds. If these men did believe her, and they weren't killed, she did not need them suddenly turning on Jon and proclaiming him a killer. Yes, it's what he did. But she needed him here with the children. 'He is just the father. It's nothing more.'

'If you are the Khaleesi we know you to be,' a woman states from where she sat behind a man. 'Why didn't you come for us when you were resurrected. You promised us liberation. And instead, we were sent back here.'

Daenerys swallows. 'I may have promised that in the past, but many things have changed. I do want to give every single one of you the freedom and lives you deserve for the work you did for me. For the men you lost. The families that fell apart. Right now, all I can offer is the power I have back home, and the abilities I have there. But we can't get back home if I die here.'

'Where is home?' another woman asks.

'Meereen.'

They all look at each other, some mumbling in Dothraki. One of the Khals jumps off his horse to approach Jon, who stood still as a statue, not moving his eyes from the man. He sniffs at him. 'He smells of pig shit. You all do.'

Daenerys almost rolled her eyes. Of course, they did. They've been traveling for nearly a month now. What else did that fucking expect? But she needed to keep her wits about her and move on from the comment. 'Yes, we do. We haven't bathed, barely eaten. Just what we needed to survive.'

One of the other riders suddenly comes over to her. She recognized this one. He had long hair – not as long as Drogo's had been, but a decent size – and had eyes that seemed to speak of the past, dark brown and full of memories. 'If you are the Khaleesi you say you are, show how the fire does not hurt you. The unburnt. That is the Khaleesi we saw.'

Daenerys looks over at him, her brow furrowed before she nods. She walks over to her firepit and starts up a fire, before lighting some of it on a stick. Before she could go over, Jon grabs her free hand, his expression of shock evident on his face. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Watch," she whispers.

"Daenerys-"

"Trust me!" she whispers again, this time fiercely. Her eyes persuaded with need "Just…trust me."

Jon looks down at her, trying to figure out what kind of angle she was trying to get at before slowly letting go of her hand. She pulls back and walks over to the riders around her. She looks over at her children, who were now instead watching her, just as confused. She moves the fire close to her. She could feel the heat, but no pain came. Finally, she places her free hand into the flames, letting them build around her body, some even starting to reach her clothes.

The Dothraki watched in awe as she pulls her hand away, showing no burns, no signs of aggression, and not a single bit of pain written on her face. Her eyes turn to the men in front of her, who then look at her.

'Do you believe me now?'

They stare in shock, silence evading them. And then suddenly, a battle cry is heard. They all raise their weapons in unison. Dan and Daemon hold hands and hide behind Jon again, afraid they were going to kill them. But Daenerys knew exactly what it was.

It was a chant.

"Mae et risen!" they all start to chant, their horses riding up and down, jeering and yelling and swinging their weapons. It roughly translated to 'she has risen.'

Jon walks over to her. "Are we okay?" he asks her gently.

"We're going to be just fine," she states back, watching as the Dothraki start to cheer around them.

Hours pass and the darkness came upon them again. Since her demonstration with the Khal and the riders of the Khalasar, Daenerys and her family had been following them under their protection. Many of the women had given the children new clothes to sleep in, as well as her and Jon, traditional Dothraki garbs - but it was better than smelling of pig shit, as the Khal put it.

It had been silent between the family since they left their spot. It seemed that they were all focused on what she had done with the flames from before. Sure, she had never shown her strange power to anyone before this due to the need not to, but she hadn't expected them to stay silent.

Now, as the darkness pulled over them, she watched as the children sat by their campfire, looking over at the kids of the Dothraki in the distance. It was strange to see them in the clothing that Dothrakian children wore, but at the same time, a part of her thought of Rhaego, her lost child.

If he had survived, he would look just like this, with the same outfit and everything. So who was she to judge? It was almost like something full circle.

"This feels so strange."

Daenerys turns around to see Jon emerge from his own tent. He had on the clothes most of the riders wore here, but with how hot it normally was in this part of the world, most of his arms were exposed. It was much different compared to the armor of the North he would wear, even when he first met her. And she had to laugh.

He raises an eyebrow at her. "What are you laughing about?"

"You. You just look so out of your element," she chuckles, shaking her head and turning it back to the children.

Jon sighs and comes over to her, watching them as well. "Do you blame me? I was warned against Dothraki my whole life…the only reason I went along with them back then was because I saw how you treated them and how they followed you. I've heard that they only ever follow Khals…but instead, now they followed a Khaleesi, one that wasn't even born into their tribe." He looks back over at her. "Pretty impressive story."

"It's impressive until they don't recognize you," she states softly, sighing. "The Khal that was there, he did not recognize who I was. Although more people who were around me did, there's a chance there are new people here who don't understand who I am, and just jeered along because they were happy…it's worrisome. But I believe we should be okay for now. Until we reach Meereen."

He raises his brow. "You don't think you could keep them in tow?" he asks quietly.

She sighs and looks back at Jon. "They aren't my army anymore, Jon."

"But clearly the people who are here love you," he states. "The ones who remembered you. If not they wouldn't have started chanting, right?" He glances over at the Dothraki in the distance. "What did they even say?"

"Mae et risen," she states quietly. "The language of Dothraki is hard to translate unless you've had serious exposure to it. It roughly translates to 'she is risen.'"

She looks over at him and sees his face shift in surprise. "So you're a god to them?"

She groans and shakes her head. "No. Nothing like that. It's just…complicated." She walks back into her tent, running a hand through her hair. Jon follows after her, clearly filled with questions. She turns over to him. "Jon, you know I ruled Meereen before I came to Westeros. It's why I returned."

He nods his head, listening.

"Well, I was forced to retreat Meereen for a time when there was an uprising. I rode away on Drogon's back and ended up in the Dothraki Sea. The Dothraki there who found me – much like some of the Dothraki here – did not know who I was. They found out I was the wife of a former Khal and sent me to Vaas Dothrak, where I was supposed to live the end of my days as a widow…the Khals were evil men, Jon. They would never let anyone ever leave, all due to some tradition of the past. They would go around and rape whoever they want or steal whatever they pleased, but of course never in the city…even so, they threatened the lives of the innocents, every single day."

She sits down and rests her hands on her knees.

"They put me on trial for not returning to Vaas Dothrak instantly after my husband died and said that because of that, they needed to decide my fate. I told them in that meeting that none of them were fit to lead, so I would. They laughed. I told them that my husband promised a conquest, something of meaning and would lead to prospering, but instead, all they had done was pillage and rape whomever. After I said that, the leader said he would rape me, all the Khals would as well, and then by all of the bloodriders, and if there was any part of me left – their horses."

"Fucking hell," Jon mutters.

"After that, I tipped over braziers that were holding flames and lit the men on fire. They couldn't escape – the doors were blocked. They all died, and then after that, I emerged from the flames, unharmed. Once the khalasar saw me come out, they bowed. I think ever since then they have seen me as some sort of…savior? I don't know. All I know is that the tradition here needs to change. And I did change it for a time…but that doesn't matter. Right now, what matters is making sure that we stay alive. And keeping nice with the Dothraki is the way to go."

Jon was quiet where he sat. She walks over to him.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. I just…" He sighs and shakes his head. "A part of me didn't believe what you said. That you can survive fire. I thought maybe it was some sort of immunity or something like that…but I didn't think it was just…" He glances at the ground before looking back at her. "What I saw today, just with your hand – your whole body is like that?"

She nods her head gently. "Truly."

He stares at the ground, shocked. "You really are a dragon." He turns back to her. "Unburnt. That wasn't just a bunch of lines?"

Daenerys almost laughs, but instead just shakes her head and snorts slightly. "No Jon, that wasn't just a bunch of lines, as you say."

Jon glances outside. "I wonder if that's what's in store for the children." He looks back at her. "The red priests said they had power, even with Dan, some sort of fire-bending or whatever it could be…what if they don't get burnt either?" he asks. "What if people find out about who they are? What we are?"

He suddenly stands and begins to pace. He runs his hands through his dark hair, before turning to her.

"What if the same thing happens to them like what happened to Bran? What if someone hears about these powers they might have and start to take advantage of them? What if-"

"Jon." She walks over to him. "You need to calm down."

"Why should I? We're all at risk here," he states, shaking his head. "These people – they might be good, but at the end of the day, what if one of them hurts you? Or the children? Or-"

"Jon, you worrying about me getting hurt should be the last thing on your mind," she states, her voice quiet.

He turns to her, seeing the hurt in her eyes. He feels his shoulders drop. "Daenerys."

"No." She shakes her head and moves back. "I understand that you care but-"

"I'm not dealing with this anymore," he snaps, staring at her. She looks at him in shock at his tone. Although she knew they had things to talk about, she had thought it would wait for a bit until they got back in Meereen. "You want to talk about what happened? Let's talk." He walks over to the entrance of the tent, closing the flaps so the children had a chance of not hearing this. He turns back to her and walks to where she stood. "We have been through so much shit together. We have children together, for the gods sake. Why can't you accept that I'm here to help you?! To get you home safely?!"

"Because of what you did," she snaps, and tears suddenly appear in her eyes. This was it. The conversation she needed to say. Both of them needed to hear.

"I-"

"Jon, it's not even about the killing!" she whispers fiercely. "It's about everything else that I did for you! It's about the fact that I let you mine under Dragonstone for the dragon glass and that I came with you afterward to help you fight that monster and his army. It's the fact that I lost one of my children due to this war, my friends, my army, because I wanted to help you. Because I loved you and trusted you! It's the fact that even after I begged you not to tell anyone about who you were, for just at the time, you still did anyway. And you told one of the worst people you could tell – your sister, Sansa, who told Tyrion. And then started the whole mess of what happened that I can barely remember. And then it ended with you stabbing me. Do you know what it felt like after I lost Rhaegal flying back? After I saw my closest friend beheaded and died in chains? I felt abandoned. You were the only person I loved – truly loved – and you weren't there. While I can agree that I should have waited to leave after the Battle of Winterfell, to let people recuperate and let my soldiers heal more, it doesn't change the fact that everything that happened afterward still happened. And it broke me. And you weren't there."

"I was still trying to process everything, Daenerys," he responds, trying to keep his voice low, but she could hear the clear anger in his voice. "You try being told you're a bastard your whole life, that you have nothing to claim, and then suddenly having it thrown on you that you're a son to a king? That your whole life has been a lie?!" He runs his hands over his face, shaking his head. "I am sorry I was not there for you. It's something I regret to this day. But you can't blame me for needing to tell someone, anyone, about who I was. I had no idea she would tell. I was an idiot for believing she wouldn't, I agree to that, but I never had any wrong intentions. I never wanted to hurt you. You need to believe me."

His voice suddenly changes, and this time it was barely above a whisper. She was looking up at him, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. "You killed me, Jon," she whispers. "You kissed me, held me in your arms, and put a dagger in my heart. Do you know the pain I feel? The wound moves with me each day. I can almost still feel it."

"Daenerys, listen to me," he says to her, and suddenly he places his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks. She stares up at him, too enthralled in her emotions to move. "You need to understand – I didn't want to kill you. You were right – Tyrion told me to. I made the decision because I thought my family was in danger. I lived with that every day for almost a year." He swallows and looks at the ground. "You asked me why I was there on that cliff when I found Dan? I was going to kill myself."

She felt herself gasp at his emission. He was going to jump?

"I couldn't live with what I did. Every single day I saw what I did to you in my nightmares. I heard the screams, almost smell the blood. Your face was in every damn fire I looked into. No matter what I did, what I did to you haunted me. And I regretted it every single day. The only reason I didn't jump was because of Dan's cry. She saved me, more than I ever thought someone could."

This time, she could see tears appear in his eyes, and he shook his head to hide them. He takes a deep breath and looks down at her again.

"I am going to be forever thankful for what you did. Without your help, we would have died. All of us would have died. But you need to understand that you, the children…you all are my family now. You all mean so fucking much to me. I would do anything to protect you and keep you from harm. I know what happened in the past happened, but nothing like that will ever happen again. I know you are not the same woman, and I'm not the same man. I'm sorry…for everything."

She stares up at him, seeing nothing but the truth in his eyes. She gently brings a hand up to his own, resting it. As soon as she does that, she sees tears escape his eyes. "I'm sorry, Jon," she says softly.

"What?" he asks, shaking his head. "For what?"

"For all of this pressure…for everything. I shouldn't have expected you to be so quick in accepting who you were…I understand that things take time. Look at Dan. She can hardly believe it still. She cried to me earlier about how it's hard to accept who she is." She rests her other hand on top of his. "I understand…I'm sorry. For all of this."

He swallows thickly and looks down at her. "I think we just need to start over," he starts quietly. "Just…move on. I know what happened can't be undone…but if we want to stay alive and stay together-"

"The past must move on," she finishes before sighing. "You're right." She looks over at him before reaching over and grabbing his hand. As she did that, her mind flashes back to when she first saw him again in the inn, when she had snapped her arm away. How things have changed. "Let's do this together."

He nods quietly, squeezing her hand. Before they go out to the fire, he stops her. "Daenerys." She turns to him. "I am thankful for everything you've done for me, and for everything else…truly."

She couldn't stop the small smile that appears on her face. "Thank you for being with us," she admits softly. "Don't think we would have made it across here without you." Jon nods before they turn their heads back to the children. She looks back at them as the two come out together, letting go of each other's hands before coming. Dan looks up from where she sat, her face full of meat from the hunt the Dothraki had given them.

"Hey," she mumbles through a mouth of food.

Daenerys chuckles from where she sat. "Don't eat too much, you'll end up choking."

"I'm so hungry though," Dan states once she swallows. "And this is so good."

She laughs again before glancing at Jon, who was smiling as well. It seemed that for once, here sitting around the fire, life was a little easier. And sitting there with her children and Jon, for the first time since they washed up on that beach, she felt that maybe the future was a little closer and a little brighter.

The next morning, Daenerys woke up early to address the Dothraki on where they needed to go and how far it might be. From the day before, the Dothraki had agreed that they would guide them to wherever they had to travel to, and from there they would figure out where to go next. Although she and her family had been doing well traveling, having the Dothraki take them through the rest of their journey might be the best option while they were still decently far.

She glances into Jon's tent and sees him still sleeping. A part of her thought back to their conversation from the night before, how both of them had gotten out some of their biggest issues. She knew the conversation had to come eventually – and she guessed it just needed a little bit of a push from everything else that happened. There was still a lot more to conversations like this to go, but she felt like it was a start to something better. Something more...complete.

Either way, it felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders, that now they could really start to be a family. She didn't know for sure what the future held, but she was positive about it. She knew Jon meant well in what he did and he would do anything to protect the children. And she knew that as long as they were together, they would be okay.

As she walked over to the children's tent, she glances inside, but feels herself stop when she sees what was in there. Both of her children were gone.

She steps outside and looks around, trying to spot them in the crowd of Dothraki in the distance, but sees nothing. She goes back into the tent and moves her eyes scanning all over before her heart stops.

There, on the floor, was a patch of blood, that seemed to be from someone hitting another person. Following after that patch were droplets of blood and dirty footsteps, showing a struggle. They had been dragged away.

"Fuck," she whispers before running outside. She runs over to Jon's tent, pulling open the flaps and exposing light. "Jon, wake up!"

He jumps at her voice, looking around wildly before his eyes land on her. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I walked into their tent, and saw blood on the ground and-" She swallows and looks at him, the fear pulsing through her body. "The children are gone, Jon. They've been taken. Something's happened to them."

Damn, we getting intense.

I really wanted to make sure they had this big conversation before anything else happened in this story because things are only about to get crazier from here on out. And now, we can finally start processing this Jonerys ship more and more. Next chapter is going to be freaking crazy, ya'll.

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