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Daenerys and Jon

To say that as soon as Daenerys told Jon what was going on that everything went to shit would be an understatement.

He rushed out of the tent and into the children's rent to see the issue. Once his eyes landed on the blood on the floor, he instantly turns to Daenerys, who seemed just as confused and horrified as he was. Jon instantly runs out of the tent and pulls out Longclaw, running over to where the Dothraki were.

He pulls it on one of the Khals. Instantly, tons of the other Dothraki around him begin to hiss and yell. The Khal turns to him angrily, speaking Dothraki, but Jon didn't pay that any mind.

"Where are our children?!" he snaps, yelling at him.

"Jon!" Daenerys exclaims, running over to him. "Calm down, let me speak with them," she whispers to him.

"Daen-"

"They might be our only hope in finding them. Please, for me." She pulls his sword down, looking him in the eyes. "Calm down."

Jon stares at her, his eyes searching hers before he hmms in dissatisfaction and moves away, shaking his head. Daenerys turns to the Khal, who was glaring daggers at Jon. She starts to speak in Dothraki, trying to make sure she kept eye contact with the man. 'Our children. They have disappeared in the night.'

'What?' the Khal responds before looking at his men around, who seemed just as confused. 'Did you look in the field? They might have run off.'

'They were taken away. We saw blood in their cabin, and a clear sign of some sort of struggle.' She looks up at the Khal, anger in her eyes. 'Do your bloodriders have anything to do with this?'

'We would never harm the Khaleesi's children!' one of the bloodriders say from the side. 'They are your blood. Which means they are you.'

The Khal shakes his head. 'We didn't harm them. We have no idea where they could have gone.'

'Shit,' Daenerys curses inwardly, trying to think. If someone on the Dothraki didn't take them, who did? They were out in the middle of the desert. It wasn't like there were many people in supply here.

'Did they leave tracks?' one of the other riders asks.

Daenerys nods gently. 'They did…footprints in the sand.'

'I can track them,' the Khal states, laying down his sword. 'For you, I will. All of us. And when we find who took your children, we will rip them limb by limb and feed them to our horses.'

The men around him cheer. Daenerys turns to Jon, who seemed completely oblivious as the bloodriders rode past him towards the camp to track. He looks at her, his brow furrowed. "What just happened?"

"They're going to track down the children," she states to him as they walk over. "None of them took them and they didn't see them in the fields, so right now this is our best chance." She looks up at him. "I'm going to have to teach you Dothraki or something so you can at least understand a part of it."

"I've never learned another language."

"It's not too hard," she states.

Jon snorts. "Says the girl who grew up learning High Valyrian. No one speaks anything other than the Western tongue in Westeros." He looks down at her. "I'm sure you picked it up in no time because you're so used to it." Daenerys shrugs.

"Doesn't mean you can't either." She bites her lip as she watches the Dothraki start to move. "We should follow them." She sighs as they walk. "Who would take the children? They have done nothing wrong. Why is it that wherever we go, trouble always seems to find us somehow?"

"Because we're Targaryen," Jon states simply, looking down at her. "No matter who our parents are or what's happened in the past, trouble always follows us."

Daenerys sighs. "I suppose you're right." Her expression changes and she turns her head back towards the Dothraki. "Let's go find them and show those bastards what happens when they cross a dragon."

Jon watches as she walks over to the lead of the Dothraki before smiling a little himself. She was fierce, he would give her that. It was something he had missed about her.

Those thoughts, whoever, were going to need to be tied up and thrown away for now, because his focus was his children, their children, and they were going to find them no matter what.

Dan and Daemon

Dan gasps as she woke up, looking around before suddenly closing her eyes in pain. Where in the seven hells was she? And where was Daemon?

"I…ouch…." She tries to use her hands but couldn't to no avail. She looks down and saw that they were bound shut with rope, preventing her from moving. As she looks around more, she could see Daemon over in the corner, tied up as well. "Daemon!"

Not a sound.

"Daemon!" she tries again, whispering loudly, but he still didn't move. This didn't seem good. What was happening?

She curses quietly and stands, trying to walk over to where her brother laid, before gently resting the pads of her hands on his skin, trying to feel him. He was still warm and alive, so that was good.

She moves around again and feels his head, before pulling back in shock as she felt something wet drip over her fingers. Dan turns her head to glance at the substance before realizing it was blood, some still dripping from his head. He had been hurt. Is that why her head hurt so much?

The young girl looks around the room quickly before finding a shard of glass in the corner. She hops her way over, before cringing at her reflection. There on her forehead was a nice long cut that extended from the top of her hairline to her eyebrow. How had this happened?

And then, everything came back to her. The intruder wearing some sort of mask, in Dothraki's clothing, hitting her on the head. He then hit Daemon and knocked him out, before hitting her again as she tried to get away, knocking her out too. And now, she was trapped. Both of them.

In a place they had no idea where it was.

"…shit," she mumbles. She knew her father always said that whenever they were in bad times. Maybe this was a good time for her to say that.

Who would do something to them like this? They literally had nothing on them. They were two complete nobodies compared to their parents. And yet, here they were. Trapped.

Suddenly, the door starts to turn and she pushes herself back into a corner, staring up as the doorknob turned to the left, and then to the right. At that moment, a guard that seemed to be dressed in what looked like Dothraki armor came in, staring down at them.

The more her eyes connected to his own, the sooner she realized it was the same man from before.

"What do you want with us?!" she yells up at him. "Why did you kidnap us?"

"Shh," the man states to her, walking over. She tries to move away more, staring up at him fearfully, but her back hits a wall. "I'm not here to harm you."

"Tell that to the cut on my head!" she snaps at him.

"That was a mere attempt to try and get you to calm down. When I saw you and your brother would not comply, I took the necessary action needed and knocked you out before you could alert your family."

Dan stares up at them, her body shaking. "…who are you if you're not Dothraki?"

The man smiles before shaking his head. "It was quite easy to blend in with their crowd, hm? Just put on some makeup, their armor, and don't say anything. Instead, just destroy anyone that comes by. Instantly, you're a part of a family."

"What are you trying to say?" Dan asks.

"I mean, I infiltrated them easily. It was all to get to you. You see, my friends and I knew you would come across the Dothraki. It's the Dothraki Sea, is it not? It's almost a guarantee that people will come across them while crossing. So we waited within their ranks until the perfect moment came, where they found their beloved 'Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea.'" He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "Pathetic, if you ask me."

"You know, you're really not getting to the point," she mumbles.

"Mind your tongue!" the man snarls at her, causing her to cringe in defeat. "Watch what you say or else I'll have it cut out!"

She swallows and nods, looking at the ground.

"Originally my friends and I were sent to hunt down your mother," the man growls, staring her down. "We had heard she was traveling from White Harbor, and our beloved king wanted her dead. He warged into a Leviathan and tried to kill them all, but of course, he wanted to make sure she was gone, so he sent us. I thought he was being ridiculous…but look where we are now?"

"Wait…the king?" she asks, her brow furrows. "King….Bran?"

"What other king is there?" the man asks, swinging his sword. "And then, we finally found her, after scavenging through the streets of Volantis, looking for tips on where she might have gone until we finally came upon the Dothraki and blended in. But then…then I overheard your parents talking last night. Lovely little chat, whoever she was with. Talking about their feelings or whatever. But they said the most lovely detail."

He didn't know that it was her father she had been talking to, so that was a plus. How, Dan didn't know, but she would accept it for now.

"They said a certain little girl had powers," the man hisses, staring down at her. She swallows, shaking her head. "They said that something might have been 'passed down' to you? Hm. I wonder what that could mean." He suddenly grabs her arm and she cringes away, but he holds onto it tighter. "I don't know what powers you have, girly, but imagine the praise I'm going to get from the king when I not only bring back the former Mad Queen for him to kill, but her powerful children." He glances over at the unconscious form of Daemon. "Looks like I really knocked him out, huh?"

"You're an asshole!" she suddenly yells.

The man laughs and steps away. "Little naughty for you so young to say that! Might want to watch what you say there, dearie." He glares at her before nodding outside. "You'll stay in here for however long we feel until we can prove that those powers you got are real, and then bring in your mother too. The father - we'll figure that out when we get to it."

"Please," she starts out, this time on her knees. "I don' t even know if these powers are real or are even a thing…we don't know anything about anyone, we just want to go back to our family…please."

The man stares at her before suddenly smiling. "You think I'll fall for your act, girl?" He shoves her onto the ground and she lets out a loud cry of pain, feeling her ankle twist. Bastard. The man laughs before shaking his head and closing the door behind him, locking it up. She limps over and bangs her tied hands against the door screaming.

"Let us out!" she yelled, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. Her weapon was gone, her brother was unconscious, and she was being hunted down for powers she didn't even know if she truly had. Dan sank down onto her feet, staring at the ground. No, there had to be a way out. There just had to be.

She looked around the room. Not a single window was in there, just the door. When she looks over at where the lock was, she could see that it was very sloppily done. Wherever they were, it had to be an old structure, something that hadn't been maintained, so maybe if she and Daemon tried hard enough, they could break it.

But then there was the fact that Daemon was still very much out cold.

"We'll figure this out," she promises herself, whispering. "We will."

Daenerys and Jon

They tracked the children for the whole entire day until night fell. It seemed that with each new piece of evidence towards where they went, it led to somewhere that looked like a dead end. When the sun finally set, the Khal said they would try again in the morning.

Jon had watched as Daenerys went into a tent, shutting the flaps behind her. He sighs and looks over at the Khal, who was staring at him.

"Um…" He tries to think back to what he and Daenerys had been talking about while riding. She had attempted to teach him some common Dothraki terms but had said that 'thank you' wasn't a common thing to say. So instead, he just nods and leads, shaking his head to himself. Maybe Daenerys would make something like that eventually.

He knocks on the flap of the door and opens it wide to see Daenerys sitting on her bed, her head in her hands. He walks towards her and she looks up at the sound. Upon realizing it's him, she turns away.

"I know it seems bad, Daenerys, but I'm telling you we'll find them. I promise you."

She doesn't respond. He goes to sit next to her on the bed and she looks up at him. He sees the unshed tears in her eyes, the ones she had been holding back for the whole day. "And what if we don't, Jon?" she whispers, shaking her head. "What if whoever took them is gone?"

"It's only been a day, Daenerys," he says to her gently. "They can't be that far from here."

"Then why haven't we found them yet?" she says in exasperation. "I didn't think that as soon as we found someone that I thought I could trust my children would be ripped from me. I mean, how do you deal with something like this?!" She looks up at him. "I wish it had been me they had taken."

"Now what would that accomplish?" Jon asks her. "We would still be in the same situation we are now, looking for you, and spending all day to try and find you."

"Yes, but at least it would be me getting hurt. Now, I don't know where our children are, and how hurt they are, because that blood on the ground seemed like a decent amount." She looks at the ground sadly and sighs. "I just want them back in my arms."

"I do, too," he responds, and she looks back up at him quietly. "You don't know how much I wanted to hurt someone this morning after seeing the state their tent was left in. If you didn't stop me, I'm pretty sure I would have challenged the Khal."

Daenerys shakes her head. "I don't know how well you would have done considering they take their fights very seriously."

"Oh, I know. Glad you stopped me," he chuckles, before looking down at her. He sighs, rubbing her back, and she closes her eyes in exhaustion. "We'll find them. Just trust me."

She nods gently, watching as he stood. Before he left, she suddenly reaches out and grabs his hand. "Jon?" He looks down at her, seeing the redness appear on her pale cheeks, through her dirty hair from traveling, but her eyes stayed locked on his. "Can you stay here? Just…I don't know. I just don't want to be alone. Not after losing them."

Jon looks at her before nodding his head. "Of course," he says softly before descending next to her on the sleeping pad of the tent. He wraps an arm around her and she rests her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh. He starts to rub her back in slow circular patterns, feeling her start to calm down after a couple of minutes.

And then, within ten, she was asleep against him. The day had tired her out.

He looks down at her and then gently lays her down, before grabbing her blanket and placing it over her. He stays there for a few moments, before deciding to take the spot next to her and sleep on his own pad, making sure to keep his eyes open. Now that the children were stolen, the last thing he needed was for Daenerys to get taken too.

He closes his eyes after a bit, letting his own dreams take over, as the night comes after him as well.

The next morning came quickly though, and although the sun didn't wake up Jon, a Dothraki soldier did instead.

He yelled out Daenerys' name in Dothraki, and she instantly shot up from her spot, looking around her. She looks over at Jon, who was groggily waking up before she walks over to the flap of the tent. Quietly, she starts to speak in Dothraki to her bloodrider.

'What is the news?' she asks.

'Two pieces,' the man replies. 'One is that your men from Meereen are coming. They heard of the Dothraki taking on a silver-haired girl and sent word they will be arriving here soon.' She nods slowly. Great, of course now they were going to meet them, while the children were still missing. 'The second piece is that we have found a trail that leads to the children. It goes down the road into the Painted Mountains, towards an old Dothrakian fortress, a city from a long time ago that was abandoned.'

Her brow furrows. 'Abandoned? I thought the only city was Vaas Dothrak?'

'It is. But hundreds of years ago, there were two. Vaas Dothrak, and Vaas Kasheen. Vaas Kasheen was known for being near the mountains and for the meat they would get from animals until an ice age knocked out every single animal there. Now, even though life came back, no one has lived in it. Many believe it to be cursed, hence why barely anyone's heard of it. We think the trail might be going in that direction.'

'It would make sense,' she mumbles, thinking. Whoever did take them would bring her children to a place where not that many people knew about. Maybe they would be there. And right now, it was the best lead they were going to get. 'Let's head in that direction then. Tell the rest of the Khalasar to be ready for us when we are…and send a bloodrider out in the opposite direction to meet the men from Meereen, and guide them towards Vaas Kasheen as well. We'll leave from there.'

The man nods and leaves the tent. Daenerys turns back inside and sees Jon was awakening more, looking up. "Everything okay?" he asks her quietly.

She nods. "Perfect." She grabs her cloak and looks to him. "They found a trail that leads to an abandoned city. They think they might have brought the children there. My Meereen men have made their way here and they're going to follow us there…if everything goes well, we should be on our way home by tonight." Jon nods and stands.

"Then let's get out of here." He grabs Longclaw and she looks at it quietly before looking at him.

"You didn't have to stay the whole night," she says to him.

Jon looks over at her before squeezing her shoulder. "I wanted to."

She manages a soft smile of thanks before nodding. "Let's go." He follows after her as they leave their tent, their eyes, and minds set on finding their children. They couldn't be far now. They had to be close.

Dan and Daemon

Eventually, the moment Dan heard her brother start to stir, she felt that there was finally something that could keep her going. For a moment, she really thought her brother might have been killed, but those two little coughs of awakening had brought the hope back into her.

"What…what happened?" he mumbles groggily, trying to look around. "Is that…blood? Am I tied up?"

"Don't freak out," Dan says to him gently. "We've been captured. They knocked us out before we could get our parents."

Daemon looks around the room, trying to see in the darkness. "Where are we?"

"I have no idea," she mumbles, shaking her head. "But I know that we are being watched by Westeros guards. Guards to the king."

Daemon's brow raises. "I thought they thought we were dead?"

"They did, but Bran wanted to be safe and sent men over to make sure we were…they found us. Now we just need to pray they didn't send word back to him yet." She looks around and sighs. "The door is old, but I don't think I could break it down alone."

Daemon's brow raises. "You want to break out of here?"

"Why would we stay?!"

"Dan, listen," he says to her, whispering so low that hopefully, no one outside could hear. "I love you, and you're a great fighter, but if we go out there right now, we're going to get killed. Our family isn't here, and neither are our men, and we don't have a single weapon. It would be a massacre."

Dan looks at him quietly before smiling. "You love me?"

Daemon rolls his eyes before looking at the ground. "You're my sister…my twin, no less. We kind of have to love each other to get out of this mess," he says before squeezing her hand. "Trust me…mother's told me stories of men who have tried to take on people like this. We're small; we'd get killed."

She sighs and shakes her head. "I know but…there has to be a way out. Maybe if we were just…sneaky?" She looks around and glances outside, seeing fire lit on the torches. "If I had control of this power that I 'supposedly' have, maybe I could burn the door down."

"Oh yeah, that won't attract anyone at all," Daemon mutters.

Dan glares at him before peaking outside. "You know…I don't see any guards."

Daemon's brow furrows. "What?" He goes to stand and hops over, glancing outside on his tiptoes. "You're right…there are none."

Dan suddenly starts to chuckle before looking over at her brother. "Don't you see? They think that because we are children, we can't escape, so they have no one watching us. We can use that to our advantage." Daemon still looked indifferent, glancing outside before looking back at her.

"Are we sure we want to do this?"

"Daemon, who else is coming for us?" she whispers to him. "We need to get out of here before we get dragged to Westeros and killed for just our blood. I don't know about you, but I don't want to die."

Daemon looks at her quietly. "Neither do I, but again, we're injured and have no weapons. If we're doing this, we need to stay together." She nods quietly before looking around the room, her eyes landing on what looked like an old piece of wood broken off from the door. She hops over and starts to rub her bound wrists against it, harder and harder, until they were suddenly set free.

"Gods, that feels good," she states before turning to her brother and undoing his bounds. Once his hands were free, they both untie their feet, setting themselves loose.

Dan looks at the door and nods at Daemon, who starts to pull at the handle. She jiggles the lock more and more, trying to let it go with the strength of Daemon moving the door until the old piece of wood finally snapped.

The door swings open, and the two siblings smile at each other before stepping out into the lighted torches. Dan suddenly jumps back at Daemon.

"Bloody hell," she whispers.

"What?" he asks. She points to her forehead.

"Your head; it's really hurt. We need to get that looked at when we're out of here. You have a really bad gash."

Daemon glances around and tries to find some sort of glass, but instead falls upon a puddle of water. He looks at his reflection and gasps in shock, stepping back. There was a giant gash that leads from the back of his head to his forehead. That man had hit him hard. No wonder he had been unconscious all this time.

"This does feel pretty bad," he mumbles before turning to her. "But right now we need to find a way out of here."

She nods and looks over at the hallway, before suddenly hearing a crash. The sound was followed by soldiers yelling and footsteps running. Daemon pulls Dan into a crevice as soldiers run past them. Two stop at the broken door, cursing.

"Fuck, the children have escaped!"

"That's the least of our issues. The Dothraki are breaking down the walls!" the other soldier yells, pulling him. Once the soldiers had gone through the door leading to the next part of the structure, Dan and Daemon smile at each other before running out.

Their parents had found them.

Daenerys and Jon

When they had stumbled upon where the children were taken, Jon knew it to be very old from the way it looked. It was surrounded by vines, crackled buildings that had seen better days, and rubble that looked to be centuries old. But his mind was focused completely on walking with the Dothraki, who were invading the fortress in front of them. Westeros guards - with a direwolf sigil he knew very well - were fighting them.

He instantly felt anger take over him. Bran had sent them. This was the king's doing.

Instantly, he saw a guard come out as the fighting continued, who yelled out "stop!"

Everyone stops and stares, not moving. The Dothraki still had their weapons raised, unwavering, anger in their eyes. Jon knew instantly from the look in the man's eyes that this was the man who took his children. The look of disgusting glee and evil. He drew out Longclaw, which caused a justle in the crowd.

"You took our children," Jon states, his voice low and menacing "Give them back now, and your death will be quick."

"Wow. The banished Targaryen. Never thought I would run into you here. But now thinking about it, you must be the man from the tent," the man chuckles before looking at his guards. "Stand down. This is my talk."

The guards instantly stand down. The Dothraki all stare and look to their Khal. Jon looks over at him and shakes his head. The last thing they needed was more violence. So for now, they would respond to what the man wanted. What did he say? The tent? Had he been listening in on their conversation? That would be the only explanation.

"I thought you were at the Wall? Isn't that where the King banished you to?"

"I don't serve a king," Jon states, his voice steady.

"You're from Westeros, of course you serve King Bran. He's your brother – oh, sorry, cousin."

Jon glares at him angrily as the man comes over to him. "Why did you take them?"

"Why do you think I did? While you and the woman were having some sort of round, I overheard about your conversation. And then, I took my shot. Your children are a threat to the Throne. And we are here to end that threat." He turns to the Dothraki, who were all glaring at him, before looking back at Jon. "Your Dothraki people are quite easy to infiltrate. You might want to take a look at that."

"if you don't hand them over now," a voice states from behind Jon, "you're going to die long and painfully."

The man turns his head to where Daenerys suddenly stood. She had removed the hood of her cloak, and her eyes were glaring daggers at him.

"The famous dragon queen," the man states, looking her up and down. "It's true. You have risen. For five years now, huh?" He looks over at Jon. "And you went back to her, even though you're related? My gods and I thought my family was fucked."

Jon suddenly pulls Longclaw and aims it at the man's throat. At that, all of his soldiers pull out their own weapons, aiming them at Jon. The man glares at Jon, who was glaring right back.

"Give them back to us, now," he growls.

"You're going to have to burn me alive if you want that," the man states back, before spitting at Jon.

The spit was enough for Jon to step back and the man escapes his sword, yelling 'attack!' But before any of them could swing their swords, a sudden burst of fire came out of nowhere and lit the man's cloak. He screams in terror, banging his arm against a wall to somehow put it out. All eyes go to where the fire came from.

Jon follows the gaze as does Daenerys. She brings a hand to her mouth in shock, while Jon's brow furrows.

There, near the entrance of the fortress, was Dan. She had fire in her hands, two small pits glowing, and was breathing heavily, her sword hanging by her side. Daemon was behind her, now with his sword in his hands. They had found their weapons, but Dan had found her power.

The guards suddenly come at her, and she screams 'don't hurt my family!'

Suddenly, the flames envelope the ground and light the men around her on fire. Daemon steps out around them and swipes at a soldier who comes at them from the side, the smoke covering his movements. Jon and Daenerys go into the smoke from the fire, looking for their children as the Dothraki cut down most of the men around them, all beginning to fight.

Daenerys lays eyes on Dan finally through the thick smoke from the fire. It was real. The power was real. She didn't know how to control, but it was real. And she had used it to save them.

"Jon, the-" She stops suddenly as she sees a guard come up behind Dan, who had just died down with the flames, and grabs her, before taking a knife and stabbing it in her chest. Her whole heart stops. "NO!"

Jon follows her scream and her gaze just in time to see Dan drop to the ground. The blood was the first thing he saw, followed by her unconscious form. Horror started to invade his body. There was a scream from Daemon, who suddenly jumped on the man who had stabbed Dan, slamming his smaller sword into the man's side.

He curses and throws the boy off, going at him before Jon runs up behind him and stabs the man through the chest with Longclaw. Blood sprays onto the ground, and he falls, his body falling limply off the edge of Jon's sword. As soon as the guard was dead, Daemon rushed over to where Dan laid, still. "She's not moving!"

At that moment, a Dothraki soldier cried out as he killed the last guard. Jon runs over to where Dan was as Daenerys does the same, feeling Dan shiver. She pulls the young girl up, seeing her cringe.

"Dan," Jon whispers, trying to keep his cool. "Don't fall asleep on us. Stay awake."

She swallows and looks up at him. "I…don't feel so good…"

Jon looks over at Daenerys, who was speaking in rushed tongue to the Dothraki behind her. A few come over with bandages from clothing, something that might help stop the bleeding. Jon takes them and wraps them around Dan's middle, feeling her cry in pain. It broke his heart, but he knew it was what had to be done.

"That hurts!" she exclaims, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I know, but we have to make sure we get you somewhere safe," he says to her. "Just stay with us, okay?" Before anyone could respond, there was a sudden screech from the skies. All four of the Targaryens looked up. Daenerys stood once she realized what it was, and felt a smile appear on her face when the shadow disappeared, and the object came into view.

It was Drogon.

Although a part of her thought maybe the dragon had come for her, sensed that she was in trouble, she was more in shock to see that there was, in fact, a rider on the back of it. And who it was made her stop in her tracks.

"Kinvara?!" she yells out.

The red priestess jumps off the dragon as he lands, and rushes over to her. "The men from Meereen are not that far off, but I could sense something was wrong." She hugs Daenerys tightly, and the woman smiles at her. "I'm so happy you're okay, my queen."

"I'm happy you're here too – how did you fly Drogon? You were in Meereen?" she asks her, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"My grace, it's a long story. Right now – what happened to the dragon princess?" she asks, her voice filled with worry.

"She – she has this power," Jon stumbles, looking at Kinvara. "A fire power of some sort. She used it against the guards here and there was so much smoke. We couldn't see her and they…the guard just came up behind her and stabbed her."

Kinvara looks at him seriously before looking down at the injured girl. She was fleeing in and out of consciousness, but she still looks over at Drogon with a confused yet groggy look on her face.

"Is…is that a….dragon?" she mutters.

"Yes, and we're going to ride it." She looks over at Jon. "We have much to discuss about her power, but right now, we need to go back to Meereen on Drogon. It will be the quickest way we can save her." Jon stands and lets Kinvara take the young girl into her arms.

"Wait…I wanna be with my…family.." she mutters, trying to move her body to look over at Jon, but he could see her struggling to even reposition her head. He rushes over and rests his hands against her cheeks.

"You will be, Dan. We're all going to Meereen. Everything will be alright," he whispers to her.

She doesn't respond – instead, she closes her eyes, the pain finally overwhelming her. Jon looks around and sees the guard he was talking to before, the leader, crawling on the ground trying to find an escape. Jon walks over as a Dothraki goes to kill him, but he stops the man. He turns to Daenerys, who speaks to them.

'Follow the men of Meereen into the city. I will reward you for what you have done for us there,' she says to the bloodrider and the Khal next to him.

They both nod and yell at the rest of the Dothraki to move out. Jon walks to the guard, pulls out Longclaw once more, and stares down at him.

"Please, mercy," the man croaks, holding his side. "We wanted to bring you in alive, not like this."

Jon glares at the pathetic man, before holding his sword tighter in his grip. "There could never be mercy with you. And King Bran will never hear of this." With that, he brings his sword up and down onto the man's neck, his cry of anguish cut short once the guards head rolled off his body and onto the ground, joining the bodies of his other dead soldiers there.

At that moment, he turns to Daenerys, who was waiting for him. "You remember how to ride a dragon?" she asks him. He nods. "Good, we're going to Meereen."

He watches as she climbs on top of the dragon first, and he does the same, coming over to where Damon was with Dan, who was leaning against him, unconscious. Daemon looks up at Jon, his brow furrowed. "Is she going to be alright?"

"Let's get to Meereen first," Jon states to him calmly. "We'll know more then."

Daemon swallows but nods. Daenerys takes the head to the dragon, before commanding Drogon to fly. The dragon takes off and leaves the bodies of the king's men behind, with the Dothraki following closely behind to meet with the Meereen men.

But they were on the clock, and every minute passed was a chance that Dan would not survive. So if they wanted to save their family, Daenerys needed to fly Drogon as fast as she possibly could.

I'm not letting her die, she whispers fiercely to herself in her head, as the wind whipped past them on their flight. She looks over at Jon, who reaches over and grabs her hand, squeezing it.

Right now, it was all or nothing. And they needed to pray to whatever God was up there that they somehow made it back in time.

Ya'll didn't think the kids would be completely safe, did ya?

Finally, we're heading to Meereen! Took about fifteen chapters but we're here lol this is where everything begins to happen so I hope you guys are prepared for utter chaos and craziness, because it's going to be a wild ride.

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