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Jon

By the time everyone was getting ready for the festival the next day, Jon had been making himself busy while walking around the pyramid. While he had been helping with some of the heavier liftings, he was still trying to figure out exactly what he was supposed to be doing during the festival.

It wasn't like he was the king here, or had any real royalty at all. He was just the father of the children who were also the children of the queen. And he didn't know what that would make him otherwise.

But as he walked through the halls, he could see people preparing the route that the visitors would travel to reach the ballroom. It wouldn't be near the top or around the children's room – even near his – but it would be close to where people wouldn't have to walk too far to get to where they had to go. Daenerys, Daemon, and Dan would eat at the front, but that left him unsure.

It wasn't like it mattered much. If anything, he was happy that his daughter was going to get the royal treatment she deserved. Whenever they had lived beyond the wall in the North, it would get quite cold and he would feel that Dan wasn't meant to be there. She was too sweet for North of the wall, despite the fact that she knew how to survive it. Now, she could finally be treated like the princess she deserved to be treated as.

But as the day went by though, and he could see more and more decorations begin to go up, he started to notice that his daughter was nowhere to be seen. At one point, while he was hanging up a wreath with one of the guards, Daenerys came over, her face full of concern.

"Have you seen Dan all day?" she asks him quietly. Jon shakes his head.

"No, not at all."

She sighs. "She's probably in the library still. Can you please go get her and please get her ready? I have to get ready myself and I can't bring her up in time."

Jon smiles and nods. "Of course." Daenerys turns to leave but stops before she exits the room.

"Oh, and Jon?" He looks over. "I do hope you're not wearing that to the festival. We had personal clothes picked for you." His brow raises in surprise. He hadn't returned back to his chambers since this morning in helping them set up, but he had no idea they had made something up for him.

"I'll get ready once I get Dan," he responds. She nods and offers a smile before leaving, going off with Eleana and Asi, who had officially begun training. She had come forward to thank him prior in the day and he had said that it was his pleasure – even if it was Daenerys' idea in the first place. But he agreed to it, so that counted for something, right?

He shakes his head to himself and nods at the guards before heading off in the direction of where the library was. Daenerys had told him it was around the middle of the pyramid near the edge so you could see the outside of the city. The structure was huge – he still found himself lost in it even months later – but hopefully overtime he would learn how to navigate it.

It just goes to show how stark of a difference Dan and Daemon had lived growing up. Daemon had only known this place for so long, and Dan had only known the outside world. It was no wonder that when Daemon was placed into these situations where they were stranded in Volantis, he stressed out – it was nothing like he was used to.

And now, Dan was in a pyramid full of things she had never seen before and didn't know how to react, so she locked herself up doing something that she loved – reading. A part of him thought that maybe it was bad that Daenerys had given Dan the library because now it gave her an excuse to escape the world of royalty, but he knew that was a silly thought to think.

When he thinks he reaches the floor the library was on, he follows the edge of the pathway until he lands upon the double doors. He quietly knocks but doesn't hear a response. His brow furrows as he slowly opens the door. "Dan?" he quietly asks.

Still, nothing.

He walks inside and looks around before his eyes land at the table. There, surrounded by books, was Dan. But she wasn't reading them. Her eyes were closed and her hands were on two pages, moving back and forth slowly. Jon comes forward, confused as he ever could be, and lays his hand gently on her back.

"Dan?"

She started to mumble something, and he then shakes her shoulder.

"Dan!"

She gasps and looks up, eyes snapping open before they land on his own. "Seven hells, father," she whispers, shaking her head. "You scared me."

"Me scaring you? What about the whole act you just did with your eyes?" he asks, crossing his arms across his chest. "Are you lying to us here? Pretending you're reading so you don't have to go to the festival?"

"No," she groans before sighing. She lets her hands rest at her side before she takes a deep breath. "You remember in Volantis, right? When I was told I had the "visions of the past" from Kinvara?" Jon nods quietly. "Well, I started to believe them to be fake – maybe just some coincidence with her touching me – but when I started to read these books, everything felt…strange. It was like I was sinking into the pages. And then when I was reading this one –" She stops and holds up a book entitled 'Dragons and Other Creatures.' "-I was practically inside of it. I stepped into the memories of the man who wrote this book. I was in former memories, visions of the past. Whoever wrote these, I could see exactly what they were writing about."

She stands up and walks to the other end of the table.

"I almost thought it was me being crazy at first – maybe I had fallen asleep – but it happened book after book. Each time I placed my hands on a novel and closed my eyes, I would enter the memories of the writer, see what they saw, what they witnessed that day. Some of them were even lies to what they wrote. Like this one man wrote that he witnessed 100,000 Dothraki storm the pyramids of Meereen years ago, but it was all a lie because no one questioned him – it was actually only 5,000, but he published this over in Westeros, so they had no idea."

Jon's brow furrows listening to her. "So what you're saying is that you can see into the memories of all these books?"

"Yes…I wish I could show you, but it's…amazing." She leans back in her chair, looking up at him. And then, she tilts her head. "I mean…maybe I can."

He takes a step back. "What are you talking about, Dan?"

"I haven't started training with fire yet," she admits. "I think I've just been afraid to approach it…but I have been using this power a lot…and maybe I can let you see this with me." She reaches out her hand. "Grab it."

He eyes her hand before looking back at his daughter. "I don't know about this, Dan."

"Trust me," she replies, reaching out further for him to grab. "I wouldn't try it if I didn't think it would hurt you, father."

Jon looks at her hand again before looking back at her and then takes a deep breath. Quietly, he sighs and places his hand in hers, closing his eyes. She clasps her fingers around his own, and suddenly he felt like he was on air. Everything felt dizzy. Everything was blurry. There were colors all over – and then he was on the ground.

Two feet on grass, a clear blue sky in the middle of a field, and in the distance – Kings Landing.

"What…" he whispers before looking down. There, right next to him, was Dan. She was holding his hand, staring in awe at the castle. He turns back to where she was looking and realized she was staring at where it was being built. It wasn't complete yet. "How…how are we here?"

"I told you. I'm able to step into memories." She tilts her head. "I could have sworn that Kings Landing was bigger…I suppose this is early Westeros lore so there wouldn't be much."

Jon's brow furrows. "You have books from Westeros here?"

She nods her head. "Mother had them snuck over with spies so she could have a complete collection. I'm just the lucky girl who gets to read it." She holds his hand tightly. "I'm trying not to severe the tie. If we let go, I don't know what might happen…and I am starting to feel a bit dizzy, so just stay there."

Jon nods, watching her as she looked at the castle. It was being built, and the whole entire area around them was bustling with workers coming in and out of the gates. "Why can't they see us?" he asks.

"I have a feeling we're not really here…it's just a memory we are experiencing, a figment of their heads. Even if someone saw us, no one would know who we are. This is from centuries ago. When-"

Suddenly, there was a loud screech from above. Jon jumps in surprise, pulling Dan close as he watches a giant dragon, about two sizes bigger than Drogon, ride past them, black scales along its back and teeth that could cut open a thousand men. And on top, a man with silver hair similar to Daenerys', flying towards the building castle.

"Balerion the Black Dread," she whispers in shock. "That's the largest dragon known to man. If Drogon lived to an old age…it would be as big as him. Maybe bigger."

Jon looks down at Dan and instantly concern starts to flood him. "Dan, your nose."

She looks up and brings her other hand to her nose, before pulling back. Instantly, everything begins to grow fuzzy again before he opens his eyes once more, and he's back in the library. His body felt slightly queasy, but nothing he couldn't handle. He looks over at Dan and saw her wiping blood from her nose.

"Sorry," she mumbles, grabbing a tissue. "I guess I don't know how much I can take."

"My brother had something similar to you," Jon mutters, gently sitting down next to her to pat at the blood. "He was able to step into memories as well…but he was always meant to be the Three-Eyed-Raven."

"I read about those too," she states softly. "The former ones. There isn't a lot of information about them though...very intriguing and confusing at the same time."

"Be lucky you didn't meet him," Jon states quietly. "He was trying to kill your mother. His men almost killed you. You don't want to meet him." He places the tissue back down and looks at her quiet contemplation. "I just wonder what it means…you're not another Three-Eyed-Raven as far as I can tell."

Dan shrugs. "I don't know what any of this means…but I'm trying to learn how to control it for the time that I have it, and using books has helped." She looks at the ground. "I feel…normal in here, I guess. Not some princess, as strange as it sounds."

Jon looks at her quietly before taking her hands in his. "I know this is a lot. I know there are so many things suddenly being pushed on you that you don't understand. Trust me, I know that it's hard to contemplate being here. You've only just woken up and suddenly they are throwing a festival to honor you. That is strange, isn't it?"

"It is!" she whispers fiercely. "These people don't even know me!"

Jon chuckles a bit before squeezing her hands. "That's what royal people get. And the ones like us, who aren't used to it, just grin and bear it to make your mother happy. She wants to celebrate you being alive with others, and I think it's a good way for us to have fun. So will you put down your books for a few hours, come with me and get ready?"

She bites her lip and sighs, nodding slowly. "Fine…but I want to keep reading after." Jon lets her get down from the seat, holding her hand.

"Don't let people know about that power of yours either," Jon states to her seriously. "The fire or the visions. People are vicious, and one way or another, they will find a way to use you to their advantage. You don't want that to happen."

Dan nods quietly. "Of course not. I can keep my mouth shut." She goes to leave with him but then stops. "Father, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Daemon told me that you told him and mother that your brother Robb was always better than you at everything," she starts as they walk out of the library. "But you always told me you were better at the sword than him when I was younger. Why did you lie to him and mother?"

Shit, he was caught. He looks down at her before sighing. "If you want me to be honest, sometimes you just need to tell a lie not to cause drama. It's a way of teaching him that he isn't going to better than everyone, that he needs to learn, just as you do and as does your mother with her sword lessons. It's a way for them to see that yes, there are much more skilled people out there, and you're going to have to work hard to beat them – but I was better at sword than him. That was it. Almost everything was true. It was only to teach them to practice more."

Dan nods to it, her brow furrowed. "Then why didn't you tell me that at first?"

Jon chuckles. "Dan, you are a completely different animal when it comes to your mother and your brother. I trained you from a young age. And either way, even if I did, you would have worked your hardest anyway."

Dan nods to that as well. "True. Just no more lies. I don't like it. We're a family. We tell each other the truth."

Jon shakes her hand as they walk to her chambers, smiling lightly. "That's right. No more lies."

Daenerys

Her dress was absolutely beautiful.

True, Daenerys had seen many dresses in her life now. From some of the most beautiful to very simple ones, but this one seemed to have intricate designs that laced up the sleeves. The curve of her breasts would be shown in a small 'V,' fitting right over her waist, with two holes exposed. The gown flowed out beneath her, falling to the side. Eleana had truly done an amazing job on this.

It was a crystal red, almost as dark as blood, with gold foiling around the edges. And the color fit her perfectly. She hadn't remembered the last time she had worn a red dress like this. Possibly years ago.

"Well, look at you."

Daenerys jumps in surprise as she turns around to see Daario come into the room, arms crossed before letting them fall to his side. Truth be told, she hadn't seen much of Daario lately. Yes, he still taught Daemon, but when it came to physically speaking with him, it seemed that each time she did, there was always something else going on. Whether it was her secret training, or Dan, or something to do with the city, everything was in the way.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she chuckles.

He shakes his head. "Nothing. It just means you look good – I haven't seen you in a dress like this in years. Probably since you first started at Meereen years ago." He walks up to where she stood in the mirror. "Haven't seen you much since you got back."

"It's just been…busy." He hmms in response, nodding his head.

"Busy. Yeah," he mutters before turning back to her. "I wanted to ask you something about your son."

Daenerys nods, stepping back from the mirror to place on her shoes. "Yes?"

"See, I still train your son on a daily basis," he states to her. "And yet, each time I have trained him, he talks about something his 'father' did or 'that's not how my father does that.' Has he been trained by Jon?"

Daenerys brow furrows. "I-"

"Don't bullshit me, Daenerys."

She looks over at him, seeing the serious expression plastered across his face. The dragon queen lets out a soft sigh and nods. Daario shakes his head, stepping back. "It wasn't my idea," she states quickly. "Daemon felt that he wasn't reaching his full potential so he wanted to train with his father – to learn the ways his sister learned."

"That's horseshit," Daario snaps, glaring at her. "You know I'm just as good of a fucking swordsman as that Northern bastard."

"He's not a bastard," she grinds out, her voice filled with anger. "And I won't have you in this room cursing him like that."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Daenerys?!" he asks, his hands flying up into the air to gesture around her room. "You're letting the man who killed you train your son, walk around like he's some fucking king here, completely free of watch, let fucking madwoman of a daughter in here and you think this is okay?!"

Daenerys was deadly silent, staring him down. If looks could kill, Daario would have been dead on the spot. "Did you purposefully come in here just to berate my choices?" she asks, her voice eerily steady. "I don't care what you say about me. But if you ever disrespect my family again, I will have you locked up."

"Oh, so they're your family now? The man who put a dagger in your heart?"

"He is the father of my child," she snaps. "He has cared for Dan, saved her, kept her alive so I could even meet her. She is somehow alive and yes, she is special. She has powers. But so do I. I am still the unburnt, the breaker of chains, and yet it seems you forgot that."

"I haven't, but-"

"Oh, I know." She raises a finger to stop him in his tracks. "It's because Dan is Jon's, isn't it?" Daario was quiet. "You're calling my daughter a madwoman not because she's mine, but because she is part of him. If it was just me, you'd be at my feet, but now because of him, you despise her."

"I never said I despised," Daario instantly states, stepping forward. "But you're taking this too far, Daenerys. Do you know what these people can do to you?"

"I am well aware of the decisions we have made in the past, but I can assure you that as your queen, I'm making the right decision in keeping my family here." Her tone was like an icicle, sharp and to the point. "I suggest you leave before I have you taken away. Maybe you'll realize the error of your words later."

Daario stares at her in shock, shaking his head, before stepping back. "Defending the man who's killed you. That's a new low, even for you, Daenerys. Enjoy your fucking festival."

He storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Daenerys jumps and tries to keep her mind from spiraling, sitting down on the bed behind her. She places her head in her hands. Did Daario have a point? Yes, he did. But her heart told her that this was the right choice. It had to be. They were all in danger. They needed to stay together. And she cared about them. All of them.

She knew Daario didn't like Jon. He had always been territorial. He had been that way even when Jorah was around, and though Daenerys had loved Jorah, it had never been in that fashion. Now that a man that she was with once was here, she could almost feel the dislike piling off of the sellsword.

"I'm not letting this ruin the night," she whispers to herself, standing up. "Not at all." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Daenerys stands. "Come in."

Kinvara comes into the room with Dan and Daemon by her side. The two of them looked absolutely charming. Daemon was in his regular festival outfit, fitted with the Targaryen seal on the right side of his breast pocket, but Dan was in a beautiful light blue dress with red stitching along the side, and her hair was done up just like Daenerys'.

"Look at you two," she whispers, leaning down and grabbing their hands. "You look absolutely divine." She looks up at Kinvara. "Are they ready for us?"

"Yes, my queen. The people have arrived and have filled the chamber." Daenerys nods as they begin to walk outside.

"Where is Jon?" she mumbles to her.

"When I went to check on him, I think he disappeared into the crowd – I don't think he knew you wanted him up there as well." Daenerys sighs quietly before nodding, grabbing her children's hands.

"It's alright. We'll see him in a bit." She looks down at the two children, smiling softly. "Ready?"

"Ready." They both respond.

Jon

There were some strange nobles in Meereen.

Jon had been in contact with some of the Meereen people down in the city whenever he would go there with Daenerys and Daemon while Dan had been resting, but those had been commonfolk. These kinds of people wore long robes adorned with gold. Some of them were draped in different colors, from blue to purple.

And all of them had something draping over their shoulders. It was like a sheet that had no shape but had designs that flowed up and down the sides. It would fall down to their hips, where it would be wrapped. It was strange to see these customs of people when Daenerys didn't normally have these things in the pyramid that often.

"It's called a tokar."

Jon jumps and glances behind him, seeing Kinvara. "You really know how to sneak up on someone," he mutters, shaking his head.

"That can be quite good, can't it?" she chuckles before glancing at some of the noblemen. "What they are wearing around their bodies are called tokars. They are a symbol of power and wealth here in Meereen. Daenerys wanted to ban them when she first started ruling here but her advisors told her not to."

Jon's brow furrows. "Why not?"

"Well, it's like if a mother had a child and suddenly you came into their lives. It's not like you can just instantly start fathering them – you have to earn their respect. And that is what Daenerys had to do. She had to honor the traditions of the city before she could prove her worth – but until then, she had to follow what they did. Now, the tokar remains as one of the few old traditions that have stuck around in Meereen – mainly because they can be quite beautiful."

"Does Daenerys still wear one?"

"No. Ever since the queen has woken up, she's kept her mind away from it – most extravagant signs of power, really – but she recognizes that people want to keep their traditions. So she allows people to wear them." Kinvara turns back to Jon. "Daenerys has done much to keep this place a safe place, to change the ways it was before, but of course there will always be something that stops her. But if it's for a piece of clothing? She doesn't care as long as the slavemasters don't wear it."

Jon nods quietly, looking ahead at the table where she would sit with their children. "Why aren't you with her?"

"I am merely a red priestess, Jon," she states to him gently. "I might have a special kinship with the Queen, but I'm not royalty or your handmaiden. I walk down here with the people, talk with them. You, on the other hand, should be up there with them when they come out."

His brow furrows. "Why? I'm not royalty either."

The expression that sits on her face could have made him feel like he was the stupidest man alive. "Jon, you are the father of her children. That's as much of a right to a seat at the table as her advisors would have."

Jon shakes his head. "I still don't feel…I don't know, worth it. She has other things to worry on and I don't want to upset Daario and-"

"You don't need to worry about Daario." '

He looks at her, confusion written across his eyes. "Why?"

"Daario Naharis seemed to storm out of the pyramid after a talked with Daenerys. Seemed he was quite angry about something, but if you were to sit with Daenerys, you wouldn't have his eyes glaring at you or anything of that nature. You will be safe."

Why would he storm out? What would they have talked about to make him that angry? This was Daenerys' festival and he wanted to just leave like that? How would something anger him so much?

"I, uh…still don't know." He shrugs a bit and looks down at Kinvara. "I think I'll just wait until she comes out. See what happens."

Kinvara shakes her head before sighing. "You really do know nothing," she states, causing Jon to stiffen slightly. He had heard practically the same thing from Melisandre years ago and he didn't need a repeat of that. "But if you want to stay here, stay. I'm going to go fetch myself a glass of wine."

Before she could leave, he reaches over and grabs her arm. "Wait." She raises her brow at him, questioning. "I want to ask about what you told Daenerys. About the magic."

He moves her over to a secluded spot of the chambers, out near the gardens. He quietly closes one of the doors before turning back to her.

"Daenerys told me you used magic to control her dragon?"

"Yes, I did," she states quietly. "A mix of fire and blood magic. It was a way to control him so I would be able to fly to the Vaas Kasheen."

Jon nods, trying to put his words together. "Um…this is going to sound stupid, but have you ever heard of warging?"

"Yes," she chuckles. "If you think I don't know something, I probably do – just for future sake – but yes, I do know about warging. They're more or less called skinchangers or beastlings."

"My brother…the King, the one who sent people after us – he's a warg. He could change into the mind of a wolf – I believe even a raven - but is it possible to change into other creatures? Like birds?"

"Oh, completely. It depends on the person. If they have enough power within them to subside in that animal for a long time, you can change into whatever animal you want, whether it's across the world or right at home…if you're suggesting what I think you are suggesting, I believe it was Bran who was the Leviathan, too."

Jon rolls his eyes. "It's obvious for that."

"Well, I'm glad you do know something, then."

Ouch, that one hurt. But he shakes it off and continues his questions. "I know Bran is a powerful warg, and he can do many things. But after seeing what you did…is your type of magic warging?"

Kinvara slowly shakes her head. "No. Blood magic is considered one of the darkest types of sorcery out there. To take control of a beast as large as Drogon was the only way for someone like me to control it – through using its blood. Furthermore, I did not enter the body of Drogon when I performed the ritual. It's as I told Daenerys. If you take control of something through blood magic, it simply feels like it is falling asleep. You aren't entering into its body – you're just controlling it. With wargers, you're purely entering into the body of the animal, using its functions – you are the beast."

Jon nods quietly, listening to her words. "Alright, so you aren't a warg…but could someone be able to warg into, say…a dragon?"

Kinvara stares at him before a sly smile begins to form on her face. "You're trying to put things together, aren't you, Jon Snow?"

"Yes, because none of this makes sense," he whispers to her, his mind flurrying with questions. "I know I told Daenerys to let the past be the past, but after hearing what you said, and what she said, I couldn't help but ask. See if maybe there was something going on. But would it be possible? To warg into the mind of a dragon?"

Kinvara nods again. "As I said, if someone has serious power, yes, they can. But it takes a lot to warg into something that large and menacing. Something like Drogon would fight back against the sorcerer, while a Leviathan – who is a much more common and level-headed beast – would allow it. The concentration would have to be at its peak."

Jon nods, thinking of what she said. Maybe Bran would be able to, but there's still so much he wanted to know.

"So, it's possible to warg into a dragon – any beast, really – but I've been meaning to know…it is possible to warg into a human?"

Kinvara looks at him with her brow furrowed, her mind obviously thinking back before shaking her head. "I don't think it's possible unless the person is aware of the warging," Kinvara states quietly. "Like…with Bran and Hodor, if you know who that man is."

The name sounded familiar to Jon, but he had been so focused on trying to find answers that he hadn't thought about anyone really from the past. "Was he with Bran?"

Kinvara nods. "Yes, but Hodor was different for Bran's sake. He was almost like a pet to Bran. They had a strong connection for years, so it was quite easy for someone like Bran to go into their body. It would be much harder for someone from a distance who didn't know the person well and didn't know they were being warged into. And even so, with warging, the animal knows what is going on – as did Hodor. It's not like blood magic where the animal feels as if it is asleep. With skinchangers and wargers, the animal knows what is happening and is secluded into a place within their minds. The person can give orders, but they know everything that is happening. With blood magic, it is the opposite."

"Alright, well…is it possible for blood sorcerers to control a human?"

She was quiet, looking at him and then glancing back at the festival to make sure they hadn't come out yet. "I'm almost positive that's not possible," she states softly, looking back at him. "Blood sorcerers would be able to control the limbs of someone if they had incredible control, but to take on a human as a warg does? That would be impossible – unless it was some sort of God or something like that."

Jon quietly curses, looking at the ground. He really thought he might have been on to something, but everything Kinvara said put some of that into the gutter. There had to be a reason. There just had to be.

Kinvara gently reaches out and touches his shoulder, squeezing it. "I'm sure we'll figure this out."

"You know everything," he states bluntly, turning to her. Her brow furrows again. "You know literally fucking everything that has happened to us, and yet you don't know what happened to Daenerys? How is that possible?"

Kinvara sighs. "My powers can only go so far, Jon. Yes, we know much of what's happened in the world, but that doesn't mean that we can see everything and anything. What happened to Daenerys is a truly mystifying situation, and many red priests and priestess have tried to come together to figure out what caused her to switch. I understand what you are trying to do, but know that many others are trying to figure it out as well – you aren't alone."

Jon lets his head hang, not responding. He hears Kinvara sigh before she takes a step back.

"The queen and the children should be out soon. You should come back in – have some wine. You need to take a deep breath."

After that, he hears her footsteps fade away back into the festival. Jon lets out a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before straightening himself out and standing up, heading back in as well. As much as his mind was thinking of magic, of any possibility for what happened, he knew that this was supposed to be a fun festivity – and he didn't need to ruin it with his brooding.

He quietly walks over to the table that had wine, pouring himself a goblet as there was a sudden banging of a gong. He looks up to see Eleana, her hands held behind her back and smiling.

"Now presenting, Queen of Meereen, Daenerys Targaryen, and the dragon prince and princess, Daemon and Dan Targaryen."

The room started to cheer and clap as the doors opened. Jon took a sip of his wine as he watched the children come out first, but he felt himself nearly drop his goblet once he looked at Daenerys.

She was absolutely stunning.

Her hair was braided into four braids that came together at the very end, flowing down onto her back. The dress she wore fit her figure perfectly, accentuating the curves of her body while flaring out at the bottom – something of a tradition with her gowns. The designs of little gold stitching's along her side really accentuated her face, and the smile she had on was the one he cared the most about. It fit her well. He wished that she smiled like that much more often.

His daughter looked completely shocked by the number of people who were there, standing protectively behind her mother, while Daemon waved to everyone like it was a normal everyday thing for him. Daenerys grabs her hand, whispering something in her ear before gently pulling her forward. And then, gingerly, she raises her hand and waves to the people as well. Dan was not used to these dresses, but she was trying to be for her mother.

"My citizens," she starts out, as the chatter started to die. Jon couldn't stop staring at the smile that was on her face. She seemed so happy. "This festival has been a long-time coming. For years we have made improvements to Meereen, changes that have made the city better, stronger, but we still haven't found the time to celebrate. But what better time now, than to celebrate the welcome of my daughter, Dan. Or as you call her, the dragon princess."

The crowd starts to cheer and clap again. Jon could see Dan's face turn red but she stayed where she was. Daenerys chuckles and rubs her daughters back, whispering something in her ear again. Dan smiled after whatever she said, chuckling. The woman was trying to make the girl feel more comfortable.

"We have had many hardships these past couple of months," she begins again, the crowd once again quieting. "Ever since my son and I, along with some of our best men, traveled across the world to find my daughter, life has been hard. We have been in danger for most of the journey, had assassins try and kill us, nearly drowned by some beast from the Shivering Sea, and yet we are here. Doesn't that say something about the resilience of a Targaryen? Of Meereen people? They may knock us down, treat us as foreigners, but they may never take what we have – our strength and our lives."

The crowd starts to cheer again. It was clear these noble people truly cared for Daenerys. She had done much to gain their trust. This was where she belonged.

Her eyes travel across the room, looking at all of the faces of the man and women that were there before they landed on Jon's. There was so much said in that one gaze, but nothing actually mouthed or spoken. Once the crowd starts to die down once more, she begins to speak, moving her eyes back to the crowd.

"Even so, we need to acknowledge that it wasn't only me," she states. "Through the streets of Volantis, to the Dothraki Sea, to the abandoned fortress in Vaas Kasheen, there was someone who was by my side through it all to help me get through it and get me home with my children. Someone that I haven't had the chance to properly thank with all of you here." Her eyes turn back to Jon, a soft smile on her face. "Jon Snow, you've helped me through everything that has happened and kept me somehow stable during all of this. Through it all, it's you I've been turning to the most. Will you please take your place at my table?"

The people around him start to cheer again – it was like no matter what she said, they just followed with a good yell – but he started to blindly walk up to where Daenerys stood with the children. He looks over at her as he walks behind the table, setting his goblet down and turning to her. She comes closer and gives him a tight hug as the rest of the nobleman cheer. As she does, she leans over and whispers into his ear.

"You were supposed to walk in with us!"

The fierceness was there. He pulls back to look at her. "I didn't think you were serious," he mumbles.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Well for now on, think that I'm serious," she whispers, chuckling a bit before turning back to the nobleman. They start to die down as well after a bit. "Now, the last thing I want to thank are all of you, for being so accepting of my daughter and my family. Without you, and your support of everything that has happened, we would not be here. So let us drink and dance until we can't see properly – we have earned it."

They all cheer as the music begins to play, and Daenerys sits down, signaling everyone else to sit as well. Jon looks back at her, his brow raised in surprise at how easily everyone sunk into having fun.

"You're quite good at speeches," he remarks.

She takes a bit of her food, grinning a bit. "I know."

Hours passed for the festival. Jon hadn't seen so many people happy since after the Battle of Winterfell. People were dancing and drinking and spinning each other around, and everyone was having fun. It was what Daenerys had intended it to be.

He would glance over at her occasionally from where he sat. At a certain point, she had left the table and made her way around, speaking with the nobles with that same smile, laughing about something before moving onto the next person. It seemed that everyone was so extravagant in talking to her that the stories would keep her for hours, but in reality, it was only a couple of minutes.

Eventually, though, she made her way back to the table, her cheeks red from drinking a little wine and chuckling. Jon looks over at her with a raised brow. "You alright there?"

Daenerys nods, snickering. "I'm fine, don't worry. It's just nice to see so many people having fun." She looks over and her eyes land on Dan and Daemon, who were dancing with some of the other older kids. One of the boys was teaching Dan how to do the lady's part, and she was catching on quickly. "She's really starting to enjoy it," Daenerys says softly, "I think she likes the dancing the most."

"It probably reminds her of sword work – moving her feet is her specialty," he states quietly, turning back to her. "I'm glad you were trying to make her feel more accepted."

Daenerys turns over to him now, nodding. "Of course. I don't want her to be uncomfortable. This feast is to celebrate her, us – everything we've been through. It's supposed to be a joyous occasion."

Jon looks at her and then back out towards the nobles. "Can I just ask one thing?" She nods. "These nobles seem to really like you. Was it always like that?"

Daenerys snorts before taking another sip of her wine. "Absolutely not," she answers once she places her goblet back down onto the table. "At first, most people hated me. They thought I was a conqueror, and I was. But I didn't want to be just that. I wanted to rule. I wanted to lead these people into better times, and it took a long time for me to do that. These people who are cheering, I can assure you that they aren't the slave masters that I crucified when I first came here. These are the nobles who agreed with me, wanted change, wanted to see the world become anew. With their help, we really have made Meereen better."

"I'm proud of you," he admits quietly. She looks over at him in surprise. "Really…you did so much after what happened. Turn this place around…really makes me wonder what the fuck I did in the North for so long. Hunt wolves? Mess with wildlings?"

Daenerys smiles gently before taking his hand. "You raised our daughter. That's what you did that meant so much."

Jon smiles at her statement. Leave it to Daenerys Targaryen to make him feel like his moping around for five years was worth something. But in a way, it was. He didn't know what he would have done if he hadn't found Dan.

"I guess so." He looks back at her before squeezing her hand, swallowing his pride. "You look beautiful, by the way. I should have said that earlier, but I was shocked at being called up here. But I mean it completely."

Daenerys smiles softly. "Thank you, Jon." She pulls her hand back and looks at her wine once more before clearing her throat. "You look quite handsome as well. I really liked what they laid out for you."

He had been surprised when he saw what it had been, but it was typical festival clothes. It reminded him of what he wore at Winterfell a bit, except much cleaner and fit him better. It was a dark red, almost black, and it had a Targaryen sigil on the side. He hadn't known how he would feel wearing it, but once he put it on, he had liked it.

"Thank you," he responds, looking back out into the dancing people. "I will admit…although you look beautiful, it's a bit revealing."

Her brow raises in shock. "…what?"

"The outfit," he states, gesturing to the side. "I can see your curves through the holes, and uh…I don't mean to act like I've been looking but you're uh-" He stops himself before it could go further, shaking his head. He really wasn't good with words. He needed to keep his mouth shut. "It's just very different from the dresses I'm used to seeing in Westeros. A lot more showing."

Daenerys chuckles a bit, shaking her head. "It's a Meereen custom. It's quite hotter here so we show more." She looks back at him and then squeezes his shoulder. "Trust me, it's not like I wear this every day."

"I wouldn't want you to," he mumbles. It was silent between the two before he stands. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be saying any of this."

"No. It's alright," she answers, grabbing his hand. She was trying to stop him from leaving. "I understand why you're doing it. You're nervous someone will touch me or something like that?"

Well, it was more than that. Much more than that. But for her sake, he nodded. That was a reason – among many others. She stands and shakes her head.

"It's alright. I'm going to be okay. Guards are watching me and if all else fails, you're here too. You do not need to worry."

Her smile made him want to melt. She was being so considerate of him being a total creep in watching her. Truth be told, he knew she could protect herself if some man were to touch her. After the months of training they had been doing, she was well-aware of self-defense, even if for some reason the guards didn't get to her first.

The real reason he didn't want her to wear these dresses was that he didn't want to think about some other man seeing her body. He had no right to be thinking like that, even express his opinions to her, but something in him just wanted to leak out what he thought, and that's what did. And she wasn't condescending about it – she was understanding of it.

"Alright," he states softly before he suddenly remembers what he wanted to do tonight. "Fuck, your surprise." He grabs her goblet and his. "Finish your wine and I'll finish mine. We need to do this now."

She raises her brow in shock. "But-"

"Come on." He raises his goblet, urging her to do the same. She rolls her eyes and does so, raising it high so they could clash them together before drinking the rest of their wine. Once they were done, he grabs her hand, looking over to the guards. They knew the plan.

The two men standing near the entrance of the garden nod, before stepping outside and grabbing anyone who was there, bringing them back. Daenerys brow furrows as she watches them heard people back in, stating 'the queen wants time outside.' She looks back up at Jon. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see." He glances over to where Daemon was, but he sees he was having a fun time with Dan. Both were eating food from one of the noble man's children, who was laughing. He didn't want to drag them away from the festivities. He would show them later. "Guess it will be you and me." He pulls her forward gently, nodding at the guards. He brings her outside and she watches as the guards close the doors behind them, allowing the music to stay within the pyramid.

"Jon," she laughs.

"Wait," he responds quietly. "Just follow me."

By the time they reached the edge of the garden, Jon could see Daenerys was practically on edge of what he was trying to do. When they landed upon the area he wanted her to be in, he looks out into the city, seeing the flames from candles and hearing the laughs from the children. It was perfect.

"Jon, what is going on?" she asks again, confusion and laughter laced in her voice.

"Alright, I want you to close your eyes."

"What? I-"

"Close them," he instructs, his tone firm. He watches as she rolls them before closing them gently, standing still. He walks over to the edge of a stone bench and lifts the top, before grabbing what he had been wanting to give her for weeks now. He looks down at it, and then back at her, before walking forward until it was right in front of her body. "Okay, open them on three."

She nods, a soft smile on her lips.

"One, two…three."

Her eyes snap open and she looks down, and instantly, her mouth drops open in shock.

It was a beautiful sword. It had a slender handle – one that was made for a woman's hand, and at the very end was a bronze flame, igniting into the air. There was a red gem at the hilt, and three pieces of what looked like gold spiraling out into waves, something that looked of fire, to the side and on the very edge of the sword. The handle had a curve around it, a beautiful design. But that wasn't what made this sword so powerful.

"This…this isn't…"

"It's not the original, no," Jon states softly, handing it to her. She takes it into her hands, feeling it around. "No one still has an idea of where the real Dark Sister is, but Daemon told me about the sword, and because you've been improving so much with your fighting, I wanted to have it remade for you. For you to finally have your own sword to use." She looks up in shock, her brow furrowed.

"H…how?"

"They've had heavy imports of unused weapons coming in from Westeros," he explains. "Some of which were old Valyrian steel. I talked with one of the best blacksmiths in town to melt down the old weapons and use the same steel to re-forge this. It took weeks – Daemon gave me the design from an old book on your family, and that's why he's been helping me go out to the town. I know it's not the original…but I wanted to give you something that resembles your family and that resembles you. And you've earned this."

"You didn't have to get me my own Valyrian sword," she whispers, still in shock. "I…I didn't even know these could be made. I thought the way to learn how to make Valyrian steel was lost in the Doom?"

"It was, and they can't make new weapons - you're right about that. They can only be re-forged from other Valyrian steel, which is what happened. And only the most skilled blacksmiths can do it, but I wanted it to be done, and I knew there had to be someone here who could do it."

She shakes her head in shock before looking up at him. "This…this must have cost you thousands."

He shakes his own head once more. "Once the blacksmith heard he was doing it for his queen, he did it for free. Bragging rights, I suppose."

"Jon.." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her hands gripping the sword tightly. "You…you didn't have to do this. I'm not worth all this work for something like this, I mean – Gods, you must have spent hours trying to make sure he got it right. I feel so bad."

He brings a hand up to her cheek, looking her in the eyes, and his other hand tilts her chin up so she would look at him. "I wanted to for you. Don't feel bad for a gift I wanted to give you. And don't say you weren't worth it. You are, completely."

Daenerys stares at him before she places the sword down on the bench. Within seconds, as soon as it was safe, she jumps up and wraps her arms around him tightly, practically jumping into his arms. His own arms wrap around her, keeping her close, her head buried into his neck. Tears were rolling down her eyes, and he was confused. Why was she crying?

When she pulls back, he wipes her tears from his cheeks. "I thought you liked the sword?"

"I love the sword!" she exclaims, the tears still falling. "This is the absolute sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I…I can't even begin to thank you enough, Jon. That's why I'm crying. I…I don't even know what to say."

He smiles at her reaction, resting his hands on her cheeks. "I suppose it was a good surprise, huh?"

"It was a great one," she laughs, looking up at him.

It was silent between the two, him staring down at her, wiping at her tears. It seemed that the sounds of the feast had dribbled out and that there was nothing but the two of them, right there at that moment, standing in the garden overlooking the city. He could see so many emotions in her eyes, all flurrying through the tears that were unshed, but one that he recognized so well.

Happiness. He had made her happy. He had made that smile on her face. And that felt pretty fucking good.

Time felt like hours when it was only seconds, and staring down at her, he felt a familiar urge from long ago take over him. His eyes bounced to her lips for a quick moment, but not quick enough for Daenerys to not notice. But she doesn't pull back, staring at him in disgust, or push his hands off her face. She stays still, a new emotion taking place in her eyes. Want.

It was like a pull took over him, a force he had no control over. It seemed to take her too because her head was moving as well as his. There were barely inches of space left between them, and he could almost feel her breath on his face. His heart started to speed up and-

"Lord Snow."

Jon inwardly curses as Daenerys turns her head, looking over in surprise. It was one of the guards from before, looking at the two of them. Jon takes a step back, glancing at the guard. "What is it? What happened?"

"Nothing, your grace. Your daughter is requesting a dance."

He almost laughed. His daughter, interrupting a moment like that. Of course.

"Go," Daenerys says to him softly. He looks over at her but doesn't see any confusion or anger or distaste in her eyes. Just kindness. "Give her a dance. She's been wanting to all night. I'll speak to you later." She reaches over and grabs his hand. "And thank you…so much."

Jon smiles at her, his mind thinking back to what had just happened moments ago. Had they really been that close? Was that all in his mind? What had they just almost done? Was he…

"Father!"

Jon rolls his eyes. Dan was getting anxious. "I'll see you later," he states to Daenerys. Quietly, he takes her hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently, before giving one last smile to her and running off back inside. The guard looks at him with a raised brow and chuckles. Jon looks at him. "What?"

"Nothing. Just go be with your daughter before she drives the guards mad." Jon chuckles as the guard closes the door, bowing to Daenerys. "My queen." She nods as well, letting out a soft smile at Jon before turning back to her sword. Jon goes back inside, letting out a deep breath as the guard goes back to standing with the entrance to the garden closed off.

As soon as Jon came in, Dan was in his arms, pulling him towards where Daemon was. "Dance with us!" she exclaims. "I want to show them what we used to do in the North with Uncle Tormund and the others!"

Jon chuckles and nods. "Alright, my child." And he grabs his daughter's hand tightly, letting her lead him out to the festiveness around them.

Daenerys

What…had just…happened?

Jon had given her Dark Sister. Well, it wasn't the original, but it looked almost exactly like the paintings she had seen, the drawings of what they had. It was the same shape, size, the design was everything she had expected it to be. And it was here, in her arms. Her own Dark Sister. Her family's ancestral longsword, remade and redone for families to come.

And then they had almost kissed.

As much as a part of her brain hated to admit it, she had wanted him to. Her emotions had overwhelmed her. No one – and she truly meant that – had ever done something so thoughtful, so kind and she just felt…so many things.

She wanted to forget everything that happened, to talk with him, to ask him what the fuck they were, but the other side of her was yelling, screaming that it was all a trick or some sort of ruse, that she was stupid to want that after what he had done, and she didn't know which side to pick. Her mind was so confused, everything was a blur. She didn't know what to do.

But she knew that two things were sure: she had a beautiful sword in her hands that Jon had made…and that she knew that Jon meant something more to her than she had realized. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. This…everything was so overwhelming. She didn't know how to feel anymore.

"Why?" she asks herself. "Why couldn't this night just be dancing and drinking?" She sits down on the bench, moving the sword in her hands. It was her perfect weight, quick, something she could use easily. He had even taken that into consideration. Gods, she needed to do something for him despite her emotions conflicting every ten seconds. There's no way she could let this go unnoticed. He deserved something too.

At that moment, she sees the door open and a guard step out. They seemed a bit smaller than here but had the same armor and everything. It was one of her men that she had stationed on the outside of the pyramid to keep watch. She stands, the sword in her hands.

"Horah," she states. "Why are you here? You're supposed to be near the streets."

"I had some business to discuss with you, my queen," the man states, his eyes staring her down.

"Well…this couldn't be discussed with the other guards?"

"No. I sent the two outside these doors to a break. You're done in here, aren't you?" He steps forward. "It's only you and me."

Daenerys takes a step back. He was acting strange. "Horah, I command you to go back down to the bottom. That is an order from your queen."

The man stares at her, before eerily whispering. "You will never be my queen, you madwoman."

Before she could question what he was saying, the man swings a sword at her and she jumps out of the way, practically screaming. Why was he attacking her? What had she done?

"Stand down!" she exclaims, holding her sword tightly in her hands. "Or I'll be forced to kill you."

The man laughs and comes to her, snarling. "Little dragon queen acting like you're some warrior now. I'll show you pain!" The man swipes at her and she instantly blocks it, taking multiple steps back as they kept slicing their way to her, trying to injure her body. Jon's voice kept repeating what he had said to her over their training over and over. 'Use your body, always expect the unexpected, watch your surroundings.'

Each time they tried to hit her she would block them. At one point, she was able to break their hit and cut their side, causing the man to yell out in pain before glaring at her. He lunges and suddenly plunges her into one of the ponds of the garden, sending Dark Sister flying around the ground, crashing into one of the potted plants and breaking the pot into a hundred pieces.

She gasps for air as she emerges from the pond, running forward, but the man grabs her and yanks her down, cutting at her leg. She yells out in pain before kicking the man in the face as hard as she could. It was enough for her to break free and grab her sword just as they brought their own down on her, slamming her onto the ground.

It was between her sword that was separating her from death right now. It was right above her head. Her leg was bleeding badly. There were cuts from her fall on her forehead, the blood dripping into her eyes, but all she could was the hate of the man above her. And that's when she realized, those weren't Horah's eyes.

Horah's eyes were blue. These were brown. What was this magic?

"You're done!" the man growls angrily, slamming his sword harder. She used every ounce of her strength to stop him, and now, facing desperate measures, she brings her hand up directly onto the blade of the man's sword, the sharp edge cutting open her palm, and blood spilling onto her arm.

She tries to keep herself from crying out in pain as he dug it deeper, Dark Sister keeping it from entering her body, her hand trying to overpower the man's weapon with her body and her own sword, but her strength was fleeing. It wouldn't be long now. She needed to move, but her body was shaking. Was this how she would die? From someone overpowering her at her own festival?

Suddenly the doors to the garden open and the man turns his head. And then, all pressure was off of Daenerys. The man dropped his sword in shock. At the entrance, there stood Jon, Longclaw in hand and running towards the man who was on top of Daenerys.

But one word escaped the man's lips. "…Jon?"

Jon stares at him in shock when he mentions his name. Horah had known who Jon was – he had been one of the guards to greet them when they first arrived in Meereen – but now he was acting like he was seeing a stranger for the first time in years.

Daenerys takes the opportunity to hit the man in the leg, causing him to crumble to the ground. She grabs their sword and throws it away, before taking hold of her own in her good hand, staring down at the man who had nearly killed her. Jon rushes over to her. "Are you alright?" he whispers. "I heard something shatter and came running."

"I'm…I'm fine," she states, taking a deep breath before glaring at the man beneath her. "Why did you try and kill me? Who are you?"

Jon holds Longclaw at the man's head as he tries to stand. "If you move a single spot I will slash your head off within seconds," Jon growls to him. The guard sits, staring up at him.

"I'm…I'm not Horah."

Daenerys looks at the man in shock. "Then who are you?"

The man looks between the two of them before sighing and then moves his hands to his face. Within moments, he takes off the face of Horah, holding it in their hands, and Jon and Daenerys stare in shock at the person sitting right below them. Brown hair, brown eyes, dirty cheeks covered with cuts from their fight. But the two of them knew exactly who it was.

Arya Stark.

Is anyone surprised? Probably not lol

Now this is about to get crazy with her here, and oh, what was that? Feelings are peeking through. This should be many more fun chapters to write haha next chapter though will be even more crazy, so just ya wait.

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