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Jon didn't know what he had been expecting, but it hadn't been how large the Great Pyramid would be, because it was huge.

He had been on one of the tallest structures in the world, the Wall, but this seemed to be at least a hundred feet bigger, maybe more. And at the very top of the pyramid was a Targaryen flag, something that said to him 'we're home.'

Daenerys spoke to Drogon in Valyrian as they descended near what looked like a balcony. Once they were seated beside it, Daenerys climbed off first and then Kinvara, followed by Daemon. Jon held Dan in his arms, the unconscious girl still. Gods, if she was awake, the things she would be saying.

He wished she could see it first hand right now.

Drogon stares at Jon as if testing him. Jon wouldn't blame the dragon if he burned him alive right now, but something about him just caused the dragon to screech before taking off, heading back to somewhere else.

"The dragons don't stay near the castle," Daenerys answers his confused gaze. "They have a dragon pit where they stay."

"Dragon…s?" he asks, his brow raised. He didn't know there were more dragons now.

Daenerys shakes her head. "It will all be explained later. For now, we need to get her somewhere safe and have her looked at." Kinvara gently takes the young girl from Jon's arms. Jon looks at her quietly, and Kinvara gives him a look of safety.

"Don't worry, she is safe with me. I will take care of her."

Jon stares, his mind thinking back to his daughter and everything else before eventually letting the red priestess take her, carrying her out. There had to be a reason that she somehow survived too. He thought Kinvara, and really all of them had been killed. But here they were now. Alive.

He looks over at Daenerys. "Are you sure that she'll be able to heal her?"

"Kinvara is the one who brought me back," Daenerys answers. "With some of the maester's here, Dan should be okay. If that's not enough of an answer for you, I don't know what will be."

Jon fell silent at that. Daemon runs to the door and looks back at his mother. "Can I go and make sure she's okay?" His voice was quick, hurried, filled with worry. Daenerys comes over and rests her hands against her son's shoulders.

"It's better if we let her do her business alone. She works best that way." Daemon sighs and shakes his head.

"I just…I don't want to lose her."

"None of us do," Jon states to him gently. "But for now, it's a waiting game."

Daemon nods quietly, taking a seat in one of the chairs. Now that Dan was taken, Jon allowed himself to look around the room. It was large, with a table in the middle and an even bigger bed. The walls seemed to be painted with gold and other images, and columns decorated every inch, keeping the lavish ceiling above them.

"Is this your room?" he finally asks Daenerys.

She raises an eyebrow at him. "Why do you sound like you're judging it?"

Jon raises his hands in defense. "I'm not. I just assumed this is your spot." He looks around and spots greenery and pools of water on the other end of the room, filled with some sort of fragrance. "It's nice."

"I live below here," Daemon says to him. "There's a lot of floors to this pyramid. It's almost impossible for some people to see each other in the same place at once."

Well, that changes things, Jon mutters. He had been so used to being constantly around his family that now he had a feeling it was going to be the starkest change he had ever experienced.

At that moment, the doors to the bedroom suddenly opened and guards from on the ship rushed in. They were alive too?

"My queen," one of the guards state, falling to his knees. "We are ever so sorry that we couldn't protect you when that beast broke the ship."

Daenerys shakes her head and rests her hands on the mans shoulder. "You don't need to apologize. What happened was something none of us expected to happen. We couldn't control it."

Suddenly, the door bursts open again, and this time a big beast that was covered in fluff ran through. Jon smiles in delight as Ghost runs up to him, licking his hand and whining. "Ghost!" he laughs, descending onto his knees, scratching the animal all over. "Gods, you're alive!"

At that moment, another one came in this time a little meeker. He looks over and sees Arya the direwolf, walking over to Jon. He sighs sadly as he pets her too, feeling her sit beside him. She was worried about Dan. He could tell from the way she walked, how her head hanged. And he didn't blame her. So was he.

He looks up at guards, trying to change the subject in his mind. "How are all of you alive? We thought you might have died. There were tons of dead guards on that beach in Volantis."

"You washed up on Volantis," one of the guards states. "We washed up in another city. I can't recall which. Kinvara knows. But we were able to get a ship and sail back."

"Of course they were," Daenerys states, shaking her head. "We were too afraid to take the ocean."

"Why?"

"Didn't you see the eyes of the beast that took down our ship?" she asks the guard, crossing her arms against her chest. "Jon tells me it was a warged creature. And considering Dan got stabbed by King Bran's men, I can only assume it was Bran himself that warged into the monster and brought it over to kill us."

"Seven hells," one of the guards states in shock.

"We're going to need to increase security in the city," one man says. "Make sure no one touches our queen or the queen's children. It's high alert. Tell the other guards." The three guards behind him nod and take off before the head guard turns back to Jon. "You. Our queen wanted you in another section of the pyramid. Come with me."

"Wait, Racho." That was an interesting name, but Jon guessed it was due to them being in Essos that it was so different from the names he usually faced. He looks over at Daenerys, who was looking at her head guard. "Please…Jon does not need to stay in the lower quarters anymore."

The man's brow furrowed. "But my queen-"

"He has proven himself to me ten times over now," Daenerys says quietly. "And if not for the biggest reason, he's the father of my children. He deserves to be treated with respect just as much as the next man does."

Racho looks between him and Daenerys before bowing his head. "As you wish, my queen." He leaves the room after that. Once the guard was gone, Jon turns to Daenerys and offers a small smile.

"Thank you," he mouths to her. She nods back, looking back over to where Daemon was on the balcony. She sighs and walks over to his side, resting her hand on the boy's back.

"The more you worry, the more your patience will wear thin," she says softly to him. "You need to take a deep breath."

Daemon bites his lip. "I'm nervous. Can you blame me? She had all this power and then suddenly…nothing, because some man came up behind her and stabbed her." Daemon shakes his head. "I don't want my sister to be hurt. But if she's actually…I should have seen the man. I should have hurt him before he hurt her."

Jon could hear the guilt pouring out of the boy's mouth, as his head hung. He comes over to his son and rests his hands on the boys shoulders, causing the child to look at him. "It was something out of our control. The smoke from the fire was too much. Anyone, whether it was you or me, could have made the same mistake. Right now, we don't need to be concerned with what happened then. We need to be concerned with her well-being now."

Daemon nods quietly. "Okay…I just want her to be okay."

"So do I. And she will be, in time." Jon rests his hands on the boys back as Daemon suddenly came in and hugged him tightly. Jon hugs him back, feeling the boy relax in his arms.

"We didn't know if you guys would find us," Daemon admits, his voice muffled from the hug. "And I hate that as soon as you did, she got hurt."

Jon sighs. "I know." He pulls back from the boy. "But we're all going to get through this."

"Together," Daenerys adds on. Jon looks up at her as she descends to her sons height. "Trust me. Your sister seems very stubborn. I don't think this will take her down."

Daemon smiles and nods. "That's true…she wanted to break out of there as soon as I woke up. If it wasn't for the guards not being there, I don't know what would have happened if we did break out and we were caught before you got there." He shakes his head. "Her and her fire powers," he mumbles.

"I wanted to ask you about that," Daenerys states. "Where did the fire come from?"

"If you want me to be honest, I don't know," Daemon answers, looking at both of his parents. "We were running towards one of the closest ways out when we saw you and the main guard man going up against father. Dan got scared and waved her hand and fire just came out." He shrugs his shoulders. "It came out of nowhere." His shoulders drop. "It's amazing. Just as I'm starting to catch up with her she gets these awesome powers. I can't win."

Jon snorts at that statement before shaking his head. "Daemon, trust me, this isn't how normal families work."

Daenerys smiles at the statement before shrugging. "But we never have been quite normal, have we?"

The young boy chuckles. "I know, but I want powers too." He glances back at his mother. "Bennero said I should have powers but…I don't feel any different."

Before Daenerys could reply, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room. She stands and walks back inside. "Come in!"

Jon hears the door open and someone say 'thank the Gods' and run over. He stands as Daemon goes back into the main room, and watches as a man pulls back from Daenerys with a smile on his face. He had long brown hair and a beard across his face, along with brown eyes that seemed to hold affection for the queen. His body was stocky, and he was definitely a fighter. But the way he pulled back from Daenerys almost made him…agitated. In fact, it did.

It was like a man greeting his lover and he didn't know how he felt about that.

"I thought you were dead," the man states in shock. "When everyone came back here without you and Daemon, I didn't think you survived. Of course, the dragon queen did though."

Daenerys offers a smile, but Jon could see through it that it was more of a smile out of necessity than genuine. She seemed mildly perturbed that someone had interrupted them.

"Daario," she says softly. "It's good to see you again."

Ah. So this was the Daario Naharis that Daemon had told him about. The one who 'guarded their mother' and was an 'old friend.'

He understood now.

He walks into the room and the man looks at him, up and down, assessing. Jon fought the want to punch him for doing that. He hated it when people did that. If they wanted to see how good he was, just fight him and get it over with. But no, Daario was still doing the same shit everyone else had done to him for years.

"Who's this?" Daario asks, turning his gaze back to Daenerys. "He a friend?"

"This," Daenerys starts. "Is Jon Snow."

The man's brow raises in shock before he takes a step back. "Are you fucking kidding me, Daenerys? The man who killed you? Are-"

"Are you questioning your queen?" she instantly asks, her voice firm and hard. Jon could sense the anger in her tone. Daario looks between her and Jon before sighing.

"No, but-"

"I am well aware of what Jon Snow has done in the past," she states, her tone even. "I have the scar to prove it. But regardless of what happened in the past, he is the father of my children, and deserves to be near them just as much as I do."

Daario looks at her confused. "Child…ren?"

"The girl that we brought in that was bleeding. That is my daughter, Dan. She was stabbed while we were trying to get them back from Westerosi men, who was looking to capture us."

"Shit, I'm sorry," he says to her quietly. "I had no idea."

"No, you didn't," she murmurs before looking over at Daemon. "Daemon, how about you and Daario go practice? Take your mind off of your sister."

Daemon looks at her quietly before leaning up to her ear. Daenerys rolls her eyes.

"Yes, you do have to. Your father and I need to talk."

Daemon rolls his eyes but nods, before looking up at Daario. "I learned some new techniques I can show you!" Dameon says excitedly before leaving the room. Daario watches him go before turning back to Daenerys.

"If you need anything, just let me know." He turns to Jon and nods, but Jon could see the suspicion, the distrust in his eyes before leaving. Once he was gone with Daemon, Daenerys closes the door to her room and turns to Jon, who's brow was raised in surprise.

"You know," he starts. "When Daemon said Daario was an 'old friend,' I didn't think he was that friendly."

Daenerys sighs, dropping her head. "Is it that obvious that we had something before?"

Jon's gaze doesn't move. "Daenerys, the way that man hugged you, it looked like he was making his claim."

She sighs and shakes her head. "I suppose I should tell you about him then." She takes a seat on her bed, looking up at Jon. "Daario Naharis was the leader of the Second Sons, a group of sellswords. They were essential in me getting the cities in Slaver's Bay, but for a time, I was lonely. I had Missendei as my friend, but I wanted more. Daario had pledged himself to me and we started to…fool around, I suppose if you want to state it like that."

Jon rolls his eyes. "I don't need to know what you did with your buddy, Daenerys."

She looks over at him. "I never loved him." Jon looks over in surprise. "I didn't. He loved me – he still does. I'm pretty sure he thinks we still have a chance, but I just didn't feel the same way for him as he did for me. He was there to fill a void and maybe that's horrible for me to say, but he swore himself to me and I used that. Now…after I was brought back here, he still serves me. He taught Daemon all this time. He's protected me from threats from people who didn't want the city of Meereen to change. He's been good…but I always feel he thinks it's because he might be with me one day, or get to be by side. That might be why he was…a bit cold with you."

"A bit cold?" Jon asks, his voice a pitch higher. "If it got any colder we would be in a blizzard."

Daenerys chuckles at the statement before shaking her head. "Look." She looks over at him. "I understand our relationship and everything else going on and I want you to be a part of this world. There are people coming after us. People who want to kill us. And believe it or not, I don't want you dead. I want you to stay as close to the children as possible, especially after what happened with Dan." She looks around and sighs. "Just please…I can already tell from the way he looked at you and how you looked at him that there's animosity between you and Daario and please, for me, play nice."

Jon looks at her quietly before gently taking her hand into his. She looks over at him, clear worry written across her face. "I promise I'll be good. I can't say the same for Daario but I'll be nice."

Daenerys smiles back, letting out a sigh of relief. "Thank you." There was another knock at the door, and Daenerys looks over. "Who is it?"

"It's me, your grace!"

"Oh, splendid." Daenerys stands and walks over, and as soon as she opens the door, a young woman comes flying in and embraces her completely. Daenerys laughs and hugs her back, rubbing her back. Jon's brow raises in surprise but the sound of her laughing made him smile. It seemed that she knew this woman well.

The girl pulls back and Daenerys brings her over to Jon.

"Jon, this is Elaena. She is my personal handmaiden and will be taking care of you for the time being."

Jon stands and shakes the young girl's hand. She had to be maybe sixteen or younger, but the happiness that was in her hazel eyes was almost infectious. She and Daenerys must get on really well. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Elaena, but I don't think I'll be needing…taken care of, or anything."

Elaena looks at him and chuckles. "No, my grace. It won't be to the extent that I take care of our queen. Rather, I'll warm up a bath for you or bring you food. Anything you personally want. You're our guest here."

Jon smiles a little and looks over at Daenerys who nods. She was being kind, much more kind than he thought she would be back in White Harbor. Maybe being thrown off that ship was what they really needed. "Well, thank you…but you don't need to call me your grace. I'm not a lord."

The young girl's brow furrows and she looks to Daenerys for confirmation. "Is that true? Is he not a lord?"

Daenerys sighs. "No, he is. He's just too stubborn to admit it."

Jon's shoulders fall. "I'm not heir to Winterfell. I'm not a king there anymore. I was sent to the Wall."

"And where are you now?" Daenerys asks, gesturing to the vast city in the warm summer haze behind them. "Believe it or not, Jon Snow, but you are a lord. A Targaryen. And you will be treated as such here."

Jon looks at her quietly before nodding, letting out a soft sigh. "I guess I have to accept it eventually anyway, huh?"

Daenerys nods with a smile, pleased with his answer before turning back to Elaena. "Where would you like me to take him? The King's Chambers?"

The young woman shakes her head. "No, that's far too deep into the pyramid and not close enough to the children." She bites her lip and glances outside before nodding. "How about the bedroom below this one? It's right next to the audience chamber."

Elaena smiles. "As you wish, your grace." She walks over to Jon. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room."

Jon nods and grabs Longclaw as Ghost and Arya walk beside him, the two direwolves having kept quiet while the conversations had been going on. He looks over at Daenerys. "You really mean all of this? That I can be close to the children?"

Daenerys nods once, but he could see the trust in her eyes. "I do, Jon."

He lets out a sigh of relief before giving her a soft smile. "Thank you." With that, he follows Elaena out the door, leaving Daenerys to rest in her room.

When Jon came across the room, he was surprised to see it was quite bigger than what he was expecting. If anything, it seemed to be slightly smaller than Daenerys' minus the trees and the fragrant pools that she had in hers. The walls were a golden brown, with great beams that supported the ceiling.

And of course, the biggest bed he had seen in a long time.

"Seven hells," he whispers as he walks over to the balcony. It was smaller compared to Daenerys' but he could see the whole city from here, the thousands of people traveling to and from, some coming into the Pyramid and out. He could see the sea in the distance, where Kinvara and her people had traveled from.

It truly was stunning.

"Is everything to your liking?" Elaena asks from where she stood.

"Yes, um…much more than what I thought."

"You're quite dirty after traveling so far. Would you like me to prepare you with a bath?"

"Um…yes," Jon answers. Elaena smiles and leaves the room to go into the bathing chambers that were attached. Jon looks around, not believing what he was seeing. All of this in one giant structure.

He thought that the Wall was intense but with this having rooms inside, with each serving a purpose, it was amazing.

"This place is huge," he states from where he sat, looking around the room in awe.

"Yes. Her grace has done her best to improve upon it since taking residence here," Elaena calls from the bathroom. He could hear water coming from one of the pumps.

"You mentioned something regarding a King's Chambers?" he asks her.

"Oh yes. Before you came here, her grace was married to a slave master a long time ago." That's what Daemon had told him. "But it was never out of any love. It was for political purposes to keep the people here happy. When he was killed, they left the room empty. Personally, I think this room is better."

"Oh really?" Jon mumbles.

"Really. It's closer to the queen and has windows and a beautiful balcony. The Kings Chambers have no windows and it's completely covered in brick. I'm happy that she didn't put you down there."

Jon nods quietly, glancing outside. It was amazing how that one setback that they had made him have all of this. If they had traveled here without crashing, he would probably be in that room, away from Dan. And now, he was here. There was a chance that somehow, they could all survive this as a family. Daenerys was showing the side of her that he knew – the sweet and kind side, the one who wanted to make life easier for the people rather than harder.

Elaena suddenly comes out of the bathing chambers, looking at him. "Your bath is ready, your grace."

Jon steps inside and feels his mouth drop. Although Winterfell had been nice and he will always have a place in his heart for his former home, this chambers seemed like something he would see in Kings Landing, if he ever got to experience that. Made of marble completely, with pearly finishes and a beautiful bathtub right in front of him. It almost felt like he shouldn't be allowed to bathe in here.

"Thank you, Elaena," he finally manages to say to her through his stupor. She smiles at him.

"You're welcome. Is there anything else you might need, your grace?"

Jon shakes his head quietly. "No, I think that would be all." She nods and goes to leave, but suddenly his mind comes back to him and he calls out. "Wait. I have two questions."

She turns to him. "Ask away."

"Did you hear anything about Dan when you came to Daenerys the first time? May have passed her."

Elaena sighs. "I'm sorry, my grace, but I only passed the healing chambers. I didn't get to speak with the red priest myself. If anything, I offer my prayers for you and your little girl. We are all waiting with bated breath for the dragon princess to awake."

Jon's brow furrows. "I heard that before from Kinvara – is that what you've been calling her?"

"Ever since word spread that the queen has a little girl, that's what everyone's been calling her," Elaena answers. "She's the daughter of two dragons, one of which is our queen. Everyone wants to meet her and see if she's just as real as Daemon. No one believed she could have children after she was brought back from the dead, but here she is. They consider the children miracles."

Jon hmms before looking back at her. "You know about me then?" he asks quietly, finding it hard to make eye contact.

Elaena smiles gently. "My grace, I don't judge based off of what's happened in the past. If I did, I wouldn't be allowed to live here under her grace. I would be in jail somewhere. As long as you protect her grace and the children, you have my service as long as you need it."

He looks at her confused. "Thank you for saying that, but jail? What do you mean?"

Elaena sighs. "When her grace stared to rule again, she made some serious changes around the city. For instance, I worked at a whore house as a child bride. The things I have stolen from those men because they hurt me would have my hands cut off in Volantis. The times I yelled back at them, tried to hurt them because all they wanted was to get their egos filled due to overpowering a young girl. I would be killed."

"Wow," Jon states softly. "I had no idea."

"Most people don't when they see me," she answers. "But Daenerys didn't see a thief or a bad person. She saw a girl who was given a shitty card in life, and when she got rid of the whore house, she made a home for the girls to live in, where they could take jobs as seamstresses or cooks in inns and could live in the home away from the people who hurt them. But with me, she saw something special. She brought me here and gave me clothes, warm food and shelter, and said as long as I serve her well, I will always have a place at her table. Ever since then, I've served my lady faithfully, because I don't know what would have happened if I stayed out there. She saved me."

Jon looks at her quietly before nodding. "That's some story you have."

"There are a thousand in the city if you look hard enough," she replies. "And I'm sure you will learn as time goes on that many people here love the queen. She's done so much for us. And I'm sure she will do much for you and the children."

Jon looks at her with a small smile before gesturing towards the door. "Thank you for telling me then, Elaena. You're free to go."

Elaena curtsies to him and then leaves the room, shouting out one last time "let me know if you need anything!" before closing the door. Jon sighs and looks over at the bath. It was steaming hot, and he could tell that the young girl had placed coal underneath to make it warm for him.

He takes off his clothes and glances at himself in the mirror. He was still built the same and looked the same, but fuck was he dirty. The girl had been right. He needed a bath more than anything.

He slowly descends into the bath, letting out a deep sigh as the hot water hit him. It was almost the perfect temperature. He lets his head rest against the edge of the tub, his mind thinking back to what Elaena had said. Many loved the queen. She had saved her. She had saved many.

The way Daenerys acted now was so different from the woman he saw in Kings Landing. It was the woman he had first met, the one who had enchanted him. The one he had fallen in love with.

Besides the emotions he felt deep within him right now, a sense of suspicion rose. Something happened besides who she lost in Kings Landing. There had to be something else behind it. I mean, with how hard Bran was trying to fucking kill them, there had to be a secret of some sort.

And no matter, they were going to figure it out. He wasn't going to just let this slide. Daenerys was his family, whether they were together or not, and something happened to her. And he hoped somehow, they would find out what.

Once the night had fallen, Jon had gotten himself ready to rest for the first time in a while. Elaena, while he had been bathing, had brought him in a change of clothes. Once he had gotten into some nightclothes, for the time being, he had gone out onto the balcony, looking over the city.

He could see the flames from some of the lanterns in the distance, hear the cackling of children as they went into their homes for bedtime. A part of him hoped that it would soon be Dan who was laughing like that, who went out to play with her brother.

His mind also kept thinking back to this whole situation. If the people here thought of his children as a prince and a princess, and Daenerys as their queen, did that make him a king? Surely not. He wasn't married Daenerys. They only had children together.

But if that wasn't a sign of a relationship, he didn't know what was.

And what if people did think of him as a king? What would Daenerys even do if that happened? Would she accept him or would she be angry that they thought of him like that? They weren't together, but if someone assumed…he didn't know what would happen. Everything was so up in the air right now that he felt like jumping out a bloody window.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Jon looks over and walks back into the room. "Come in," he responds.

The person opens the door and he sees it was Kinvara. She seemed to be in a sleeping gown now, and her hair was let down, but it was still the same eyes that he saw before. She didn't even seem tired. "My lord," she starts. "I have good news for you. Your daughter is stable."

Jon lets out a sigh of relief, practically falling onto the bed with his head in his hands. "Thank the gods," he mutters before looking back up at Kinvara. "What happened? Is she alright?"

Kinvara nods gently, before taking a seat next to him. "She is surviving. I can tell you that. The girl is a fighter."

Jon's brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that your daughter is one of the strongest people I know. Although her wound did not puncture a major organ, she lost a lot of blood on the ride here. Because of Daenerys' quick thinking with the Dothraki to grab garments to stout the bleeding for a time, she survived, but it's amazing that she is somehow alive. But there is bad news."

Jon's brow furrows in shock. "What is it?"

"While your daughter is stable, she's going to need to rest. For a long time. For now, she is breathing and in bed, warm and safe, but we do not know how long she will stay asleep. It's going to take some time for her to gain back the blood that she lost from the wound and fully be conscious again. The maesters told me this while I helped them."

Jon sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "You can't do some weird magic on her to wake her up too?"

Kinvara smiles at him, chuckling. "Jon Snow, my powers only go so far. And they are a blessing, something I am supposed to use when needed. Something the Lord of Light gifts to me. I can't use them to just wake someone up. It has to be the Lord's will. And if his will is to let her sleep to heal, then I will allow it."

Jon shakes his head. "All of this magic." He shakes his head and begins to pace. The two direwolves who were resting in the corner looked up at him, confused at his anger, before lowering their heads back down onto the floor. Jon turns to Kinvara, this time agitated. "How is it that it always seems to follow me? First Melisandre, and now my daughter has powers, and now even though you've brought back people to life, you can't wake her up?"

Kinvara looks at him quietly, and Jon takes a deep breath, before sitting down in a chair opposite her.

"I'm sorry…all of this has just been getting to me."

"I understand," she says softly, coming over to him. "It is confusing, isn't it? Magic?" Jon nods quietly as she sits on the armrest of the chair, looking outside. "You know, you are not the first to mention a red priestess named Melisandre."

Jon's brow furrows. "Who else mentioned her?"

"Varys, long ago. He didn't say her name specifically, but I could tell that it was about that woman." She shakes her head. "People need to realize that even if we serve the Lord of Light, we do make mistakes. I, for one, haven't made many because I've devoted years. Melisandre was consumed by the light around her and started to hear multiple voices within the flames. That's when everything starts to get confusing. Magic from the Lord of Light is a gift, and to an extent, she misused it. And maybe that is why so many of her proclaimed saviors have failed."

Jon raises an eyebrow. "And you don't?"

She smiles. "I only use my powers when they are needed, not for political gain for anyone." She stands and walks over to the balcony. "However, you mentioned a peculiar fact earlier about Dan having powers. Tell me more about these."

"Well, you know about the visions of the past," Jon states, to which Kinvara nods. "She hasn't had any more recently but who knows what'll happen now. But recently, she's shown that she can control fire. I don't know if she can summon it but my son tells me that she made it appear out of nowhere while we were in Vaas Kasheen."

Kinvara hmms and nods her head. "Very well. When your daughter does awaken, we'll begin training."

Jon stands up in surprise. "What training? Is this normal?"

Kinvara smiles again. "For a princess that was born to the two saviors of the world, it's completely normal for her to develop powers like this. It's up to me to teach her and help her control them."

Jon stares at her before shaking his head. "I'm so confused."

Kinvara chuckles before resting a hand on his shoulder. "You should be, but all will be revealed in due time, as the Lord commands it." She pulls her hand back and steps away. "Get some sleep."

"Wait." Kinvara turns back around, her brow raised. "What about Daemon? Bennero – the high priest in Volantis – said he saw potential in him too. But I haven't seen anything. Is this all just noise?"

Kinvara nods quietly. "Your son does have potential, on that Bennero is right. I don't know what powers he might hold, but I don't think he's ready for them yet if he does. He's a great fighter – and I can see he's improved from learning from his father." Jon blushes at the compliment, but he needed to learn to take them more often. "But for now, we focus on the one child and move on." She steps away again. "Once more, get some sleep."

When she goes to open the door, Jon was surprised to suddenly see Daenerys behind it, her hand in midair as if she was going to knock. "My grace," Kinvara says, bowing to her. Daenerys nods, but he could see the redness on her cheeks from being caught out visiting.

The young woman watches as Kinvara leaves and disappears down the hall, before she finally steps inside Jon's room. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," Jon sighs, shaking his head. "She was just telling me that Dan is alright but asleep for a while, as I'm sure she told you." Daenerys nods quietly. "But we were also talking about magic and everything involved with her, and this is all just confusing." He looks up at her. "How have you dealt with this?"

Daenerys shakes her head. "I haven't. I've dealt with her religion, which is something I'll support for her, but magic? Dan with her fire hands is the first time I've encountered something like that since I've been brought back." Jon looks up at her, realizing she was in her sleepwear, he guessed she had wanted to speak to him about something. Her hair wasn't in braids and was completely down, a small thing he actually really loved to see.

All the braids were so intricate. When her hair was loose, it felt almost natural, like she was finally relaxing and letting her guard down. It was something most others didn't get to see.

He shakes the thoughts from his head and sighs. "So what are you doing here late at night? Surely can't be for something good."

Daenerys rolls her eyes at the statement before taking a seat next to him. "I wanted to ask you a favor."

Jon's brow raises in surprise, but he nods. "Alright. Ask."

She bites her lip, looking at the door and then at the floor before turning her head back to him. "After being out there and trying to get back, I really realized something – I don't know how to protect myself."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you know how to use a sword. My daughter and son know how to use swords. And I don't know at all. I mean, I love my dragons, and Drogon is amazing, but if I'm on the ground without them and I have no access, I have no way of keeping myself safe. I've only held a sword a couple of times and each time I feel that I'm not doing it right…so I wanted to ask you to train me."

His brow raises in shock. "You want me to teach you how to use a sword? Really?"

"Don't look at me like that," she states, crossing her arms across her chest. "Just because I'm a queen doesn't mean I don't want to know how to keep myself alive. What kind of leader am I if I can't even protect myself let alone my people? I have to learn how to survive without my dragons if something bad happens to them, and learning how to use the sword is the best way."

Jon looks at her quietly before nodding towards the door. "What about Daario, I'm sure he would love to teach you."

The tone of acidity dripped out his voice and she cringes at the sound before sighing. "Daario is a good swordsman, but I feel…no, I know you're the better choice to teach me. We've been through a lot and I know that, um…you can do a good…job?"

He had to admit, it was pretty amusing to see her so flustered he couldn't help but laugh.

"Stop!" she responds, but starts to chuckle as well. "Jon, stop," she continues, but this time through a snicker. "Stop, your queen commands it!"

He shakes his head and looks at the ground before back at her. "Sure, Daenerys. I'll teach you."

A small smile spreads across her cheeks. "Really?"

"You really expect me to turn you down?" he asks, and she shakes her head after a moment. "Exactly." She chuckles a bit and nods.

"Good…then we'll start tomorrow." She stands up and turns to him. "We can meet in my garden and I'll be ready." She goes to leave and then turns to him. "Thank you, Jon."

"You don't need to thank me," he answers softly.

Daenerys smiles back and nods. "Goodnight. Sleep well."

Once she leaves and closes the door, Jon flops back down on the bed and runs his hands through his hair – he really needed to stop before he lost all of it – before resting his hands on his eyes and groaning.

There was so much going on in his head that he couldn't even focus. But he guessed tomorrow would be a new day – starting with training his former lover, of all people.

"Wish you could see me now, brother," he mutters before standing. He looks back out into the city, and he couldn't stop the one thought that came racing into his head.

Dan would love this view.

Please let her be okay, he whispers internally to himself, before finally walking back over to the bed and laying down. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, before finally letting sleep invade his thoughts and take him somewhere else.

For once, he felt safe. And now, he needed Dan to wake up and feel safe, too.

Wow that took the life out of me.

I gotta say I'm enjoying writing these long chapters because there's just so much info. Next chapter is gonna bring in a lot of craziness and lots of bonding and what's most important - DRAGONS. So stay tuned for that later in the week.

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