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Jon

At this point, Jon was really wondering what life meant if each time he was killed, he was brought back.

He wasn't complaining that he was here. He was overjoyed to be back with his family – but at the same time, he just wanted to know what this great 'Lord of Light' wants with him, or else he would lose his mind. He was almost positive he had said before if he died again, he didn't want to be brought back.

But here he was.

And yet, at the same time, it felt almost more fulfilling. When he had been brought back the first time, back at Castle Black, he hadn't had much. He had Davos and some of his men who were loyal to him, but many others were not. He had the world depending on him. He didn't want to be brought back, but he was.

But now, being back here, it was the first time he hadn't felt confused about waking up. When he first opened his eyes and breathed with a gasp of air, he instantly had nausea roll through him. As quick as he could, he had run to the bathing chambers, clinging onto furniture and knocking over a glass in the process, with Ghost running in after him, and he threw up. Much.

But as soon as he heard the door open, and he looked to see who was in the room with him, he had more happiness than he had felt the first time. The last thing he saw when he died was the first thing he saw when he awoke again.

And now, the dragon queen had laid him in bed, demanding his stay in, while she got quite possibly everyone to come and see him. And as he laid there, he realized with a start – he was happy. He was happy he was back here. The first time he had been brought back, he felt like he had lost a part of him that he would never get back, his trust or his honor.

But here, he didn't give a shit about that. He felt like something was different. He didn't know what. He was still weak as a newborn babe, but he felt more fulfilled than he had in a long time.

Was that because of the beautiful woman who had brought him to his bed? Or the children that were running towards his room to greet him? The answer to all of that was yes.

Death hadn't even felt the same. The first time, it felt like nothing. Nothing was there. No one. But this one, it almost felt like an embrace in a cold room, keeping him warm, until his body became warm in the real world as well. Everything just felt…different.

Suddenly, the doors to the room burst open, his thoughts interrupted. His eyes move towards where two children, both around the same height and age, staring at him in shock. And then, simultaneously, both run forward, tears in their eyes, and jump on the bed before hugging him as tight as they could.

Jon groans in pain and the children instantly back off. "Careful," Daenerys chides. "He's still hurt."

"It's okay," he says softly, holding them close. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

"You're back," Dan cries. "How?"

"Magic," Daemon answers, smiling brightly at him. "That's what it is. I knew you couldn't die. I knew it!"

He hugs Jon tightly and he hugs the young boy back while grabbing Dan's hand. "We really thought we would never see you again," Dan whispers, wiping at her cheeks with her free hand. Daemon pulls back and moves next to his sister as Ghost comes over, jumping up onto the bed with them.

"I didn't either," he says to them gently. "But I'm back now…going to make I never leave you two again."

"You better not," Dan mumbles.

"Besides, we can't train with mother – she's not as good as you," Daemon jokes.

Daenerys raises her brow at him. "Hey, play nice."

Jon ruffles the boy's hair before chuckling. "She's getting better – soon she'll be able to beat you," he chuckles softly before hugging the two tightly. "Gods, I'm glad I'm back," he mutters before pulling away. He looks over at Daenerys, who was watching the scene with a smile. "How have you been? Since what happened? What's happened here?"

Daenerys loses the smile on her face before she sighs, moving over to the bed to sit. "It's…been hard," she admits softly, looking at him. "I mean…we've been trying to get back to daily life."

"I've been reading a lot," Dan admits to him. "A lot about the Starks…guess to fill in the blanks of some of the stories you've told me."

Jon looks over at Daemon. "And you?"

"Practicing," he states simply. "When you died…a part of me kept saying you wouldn't come back…I kept trying to practice every day…I don't know, be like you…to try and protect them. I don't think I ever would have gotten better without you but…I've been trying."

Jon feels his heart ache at the boy. He had taken what he had said to him to heart. "Daemon, I'm sure you're going to be just as good, if not better – don't put yourself down like that."

Daemon smiles a bit at the statement as Dan squeezes his hand. Jon turns his head back to Daenerys.

"What of you?" he asks. "Have you been alright?"

She was silent, staring at the ground. As she opened her mouth to speak, there was a knock on the door, and she looks up. "I suppose that's Eleana and Kinvara," Daenerys says, rubbing her shoulder. Jon could see she had something she wanted to say but decided it was best if they spoke alone later. "Come in!" she exclaims.

The doors open, and Jon watches as Kinvara and Eleana come in. Eleana comes over and smiles at Jon, before hugging him fondly. "My lord," she says with a smile. "I'm so pleased to see you awake."

"I am too," he says to her with a smile. "I trust you've been taking care of my family well?"

"Of course she has," Daenerys says, smiling over at Eleana. "She's had to deal with a lot these past two weeks – she's been of great help."

"I've only been doing what I've been given to do, and that is to aid, my queen," she says, bowing her head.

Jon smiles as Kinvara comes to his side. "Did you see anything while you were there?"

He got distinct memories of when Melisandre had asked him the same thing. "I didn't see anyone, no…but it felt different this time. It felt…warmer. I don't know. Like there was some sort of…heat, being breathed into me or something…like an embrace."

Kinvara's brow furrows. "Strange…I've heard many different tales from people of what they saw – I've never heard that."

"What did you exactly do?" Jon asks quietly. "If I can ask."

"Well, I performed the ritual that you're used to – the one Melisandre did on you in the Night's Watch. However, using only the power of that spell would not have been enough, so we had to throw in a little bit of extra sorcery – with the use of blood magic."

His brow raises as he looks over at Daenerys. Even he knew how she felt about that kind of magic. "Really?"

Daenerys rubs the back of her neck before sighing. "I was desperate, Jon."

"You see," Kinvara explains. "With your wound, there were two entrance ways – through the back and to the front. With many injuries that I have seen, there has only been one. When there is only one entrance point, the magic can focus entirely on that, but when there are more than one entrance paths on one wound, it is hard to bring someone back, as the magic doesn't know where to go. We needed to use the blood of something strong to even had a chance at bringing you back – the blood of the dragon."

Jon looks over at Daenerys in shock. "You didn't have to do that," he states softly. "You hate blood sorcery."

"I do. But I wanted to get you back – even if it was a risk," she admits, glancing at the ground. Jon could tell she was embarrassed to admit it, but he found it incredibly touching that she would step out of her comfort zone that much to try and bring back even a part of him. He didn't even know what to think.

"Tell me," Kinvara states, interrupting his thoughts. "Did anything happen to you after that? You didn't breathe."

"No…no I didn't," he says softly. "But…I heard things. Voices. Something. People speaking to me. But I was nowhere near conscious or alive." He glances over at Daemon. "However…he did something. I don't know what it did, but it changed something."

Everyone stares at Daemon in shock, but he just had a big old smile on his face. "Daemon," Kinvara slowly says. "Tell us what he says you did."

"I – remember those dreams, mother?" he asks excitedly. Daenerys nods, her brow furrowed. "I didn't tell you about them because nothing was happening with father, but when I said I tested them out? I used them on father!"

"What are you talking about?" Dan asks.

"I healed him!" he says, smiling. "I've been having this dream of me saying some phrase in High Valyrian – the language mother's been trying to teach me – but I've been having it so often that I learned the phrase. So I wanted to test it out – I just had a feeling it had something to do with father. Nothing happened at first, but then-"

"It was warm," Jon finishes quietly. "And bright."

"Yes!" He looks over at father. "I really did bring you back?"

"At the time, yes," he says to him softly. "I think it was just my heartbeat and my mind. My body still needed to heal slightly before I woke. But that was you. Because after that, I heard everything. I was awake – just not with my eyes opened."

Kinvara turns to Daemon. "Tell me what the phrase is – it's very important."

"Um…" Daemon's brow furrows as he begins to think, before opening his mouth. "Kostagon se rāenion rāenābagon qrīdrughagon aōha ōdria. Kostagon se ōños guide ao va ābrar. Kostagon se sȳz muña feed ao arlī naejot rytsāri. Kostagon se sȳz kepa ignite aōha kustikāne istin tolī. Se Āeksiot Ōño brōzas va aōha brōzi - sīmonagon, Se ao kessa sagon āzma aril."

Kinvara takes several steps back, staring at the boy in amazement. Dan's brow furrows as she looks at her. "Do you know what any of that means?"

"Yes," she whispers. 'May the shore wash away your wounds. May the light guide you towards life. May the good mother nurse you back to health. May the good father ignite your strength once more." She walks towards the balcony, glancing outside. "The Lord of Light calls on your name – rise, and you shall be born again."

She turns over to Daemon, walking towards him.

"Do you know how ancient that proverb is?" she asks. "Daemon – what you just said has never been accomplished by any red priest that I know. That sorcery is extremely powerful – only the best mages who have trained for years could accomplish that – and yet you brought back your father with one try…that's your power."

She looks between Daemon and Dan, smiling.

"The Lord of Light has bestowed a balance upon the twins," she says softly, looking back at Daenerys. "Dan, the bringer of fire, destruction, and power – while Daemon can bring on life, healing, and soul."

Daemon tilts his head. "Does this mean I'll never be able to shoot fire?"

Dan rolls her eyes. "Don't you get it? You're even more powerful than the red priests – that's pretty great. Two of us – we can take on anything!"

Jon rolls his eyes before leaning up in his head. "You two are still children – mind your goals," he chuckles. Kinvara walks over to them before taking both of their hands.

"You two…are incredibly powerful. We…we're going to need to go somewhere special for this."

Daenerys brow furrows. "What are you talking about? We can't go anywhere with Jon being in the condition he is – and what of Meereen? What is this place? I thought that you would train Dan? You can't train Daemon?"

"My grace, your two children are exhibiting powers that are far out of my reach – I have trained for a long time to be able to do the ceremony that I did on Jon, but your son brought him back within his first try? That's serious power. And it needs to be taught somewhere that's been hidden from mankind. For a long time."

Daenerys brow furrows even more. "You're confusing me."

"My apologies – all will be explained in time." Kinvara looks over at Jon before bowing her head. "My lord, my queen – I have to go send some letters. Eleana. Assist me." She grabs the woman's hand and practically drags her out of the room. The young woman throws a fleeting look at Daenerys before she exits, the doors closing behind them. Daenerys shakes her head and looks over at Jon.

"'Somewhere hidden?' What is that even supposed to mean?" she asks.

Jon shrugs. "The mind of a red priestess is strange. I'd prefer not to go into it." Dan and Daemon chuckle, looking at the door.

"But what does that mean for Meereen?" Daemon asks.

"I don't know," Daenerys says quietly, squeezing her son's shoulder. "But we aren't going anywhere for now. Your father needs to heal – and this isn't some easy wound to heal from. He needs time."

"Guess I'll have to practice with Daemon for now," Dan mutters.

"Hey!"

Jon chuckles before squeezing both of their hands. "Sooner or later I'll be back up and practicing just as much as you. You might even get better than me."

The first week was filled with pain and rest.

He had been insisting on Daenerys that he was alright and he didn't need someone checking on him at every point of the day, but she had none of it. While she would be in her audience chambers, Eleana would check on him, or one of her guards, or literally anyone. It was driving him mad.

But at a certain point during the day, the people would stop coming into the pyramid, and Daenerys would be the one in the room with him, taking care of him. It was strange how she trusted others to take care of him when she was busy, but when it came down to her being free, she came directly to him.

She would change his bandages as much as she could considering he couldn't move well to help her and make sure he was fed and properly rested. She would bring him books from Dan's library to keep him entertained, ones she would say their daughter swore by. Sometimes she would even stay to read the books with him, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes scanning the words.

A couple of times, he had seen her fall asleep, just like that, with her head smashed up against his body and drool practically coming out of her mouth. To anyone else, they would think it might be unladylike of a queen to sleep in such a matter. But to him, it was fucking adorable and the complete opposite of her exterior she presented to other people.

But he was starting to grow tired of the books after a while and being stuck in the same room. And eventually, he told Daenerys that if he didn't stand soon, he was going to force himself out the balcony.

"I'm going mad," he stated to her, probably about two weeks after he had awoken. He hadn't been keeping as much track as he wanted to. "I need to just see the light again that's not from this balcony."

"You will," Daenerys chuckled as she sat down next to him. "Soon."

After that, another week went by with him slowly losing his mind. And finally, at the end of that week, Daenerys came in with something he hadn't been expecting.

Scissors.

His brow raises at her as she walks over. "Did I stress you out too much? Is this my end?"

Daenerys chuckles and shakes her head, moving behind him on the bed. "No. I'm coming in here to aid you. If you're going to start walking again, we need to tame you. Your hair has gotten out of control."

He feels her hands start to comb through his hair and almost groaned in pleasure. When was the last time he had his hair cut? Surely not by a woman – no, Lady Stark never went near his hair, always so focused on Robb and Bran. Maybe if he counted when Melisandre cut his hair, but that had been when he was dead.

Truly, the last time someone cut his hair was years ago, long before he met Daenerys.

His eyes closed and he heard her chuckle. "I guess you like this feeling?"

"Very much," he mumbles.

For a moment, he lets her move her fingers through his hair before he could hear the soft snipping's. He opened his eyes after a moment and looked down at the bed, seeing little clumps of hair gather around him. It was silent between the two, comfortable, just the sound of her clippers working with his hair. After a few minutes, a question pops into his head. "Why is it that you're doing this?"

He could almost feel her raise her brow. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I didn't say that," he answers, before looking up at her. "I mean, you have a handmaiden who would willingly do this for you – probably plenty of others too. Why are you doing it when you have so many other responsibilities?"

Daenerys stares at him before gesturing towards the front. He rolls his eyes and looks forward back towards the balcony while she continues to cut. "I'm doing it because I want to. And you are my responsibility."

"I'm a grown man, Daenerys," he mumbles.

"A grown man who was stabbed through his body and was killed because he was too stubborn to let people help." That shut him right up. She continues to cut his hair for a few more minutes until she suddenly stops and moves herself to in front of him. "Now, the beard."

"You are not shaving this."

"I'm not, calm down," she chuckles. "Just a trim."

As soon as her hands touch his face, things start to connect. "You know," he says softly. "It's not your fault for what happened."

He sees her hands shake, losing composure. She looks at him before lowering her hand onto her lap. "It is."

"Daenerys-"

"No, it is," she instantly states, cutting him off. "If I had just kicked Daario out, this never would have happened. You wouldn't have been killed, or in this bed or-" She cuts herself off and takes a deep breath before staring at the ground. "It is my fault, Jon. I never should have let him stay."

"I never should have let him live."

Daenerys looks up at him in surprise. She hadn't been expecting to hear that from him, but it was the truth. "You think that too?"

"I mean, he killed me – quite hard not to think it," he states to her. "But I shouldn't have, regardless. He was a threat to you. To all of us. Anyone who is a threat, I promised I would end them. And I didn't – because I was still focused on what you said, that he meant something to you in the past. But when someone is like that? I should have killed him. And next time, I won't hesitate."

Daenerys looks at him silently before raising her hands back to his beard. "What happened to giving people chances?"

"Fuck chance," he mutters. She raises an eyebrow at him, and he nods slightly, trying not to mess up her hands. "I'm not letting my family get hurt. I'm not letting you get hurt." He sees her smile a bit but it doesn't last long. He reaches up and takes her hand in his. "Dany, listen to me."

She stills and looks at him, and he realizes what he said.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he mutters, looking down. "I've called you that a lot, haven't I? I won't call you that again."

"No," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Call me that."

His brow furrows. "I thought you-"

"I don't care about the past," she interrupts. "I want you to call me that – my name is too long anyway with how often we speak to each other…call me Dany."

Jon feels his heart swell at her saying that. She had no idea how long he had been sick of saying her full name. Her name was great and all, but she was right – saying it each time he spoke was getting tiring. But her accepting him calling her that…that meant something. "Alright…Dany," he states again, testing out the name. "What happened isn't anyone's fault. You could say that you should have kept him out. I can say I should have killed him. It doesn't change anything. What matters is that we're here now, that we're okay…that we're together. That's all that matters. Fuck anyone else who thinks differently. We're here, and we're alive. Let the past be the past – we need to focus on the future."

"And what is the future?" Daenerys asks, sounding unsure.

"I don't know," he admits softly. "But we'll figure it out. Together."

Daenerys smiles at him, before letting his hand fall from her own. She looks at his beard before gently starting to trim away at the hair. As she did, he watched her silently. Her brow was so furrowed in concentration – it's almost like she hadn't done this before, which sort of scared him – but he trusted her. But what really eased him were her eyes.

He had always had a thing for her eyes. Deep within the color of pale green eyes that she had, there were specks of lavender, almost like a violet. He could tell that they were barely there, but they almost made her eyes look like a night sky. He never noticed that before. It was truly mesmerizing.

Jon looks back at her before another thought invades his mind. "You know," he states softly. "I could hear you while you were here for the two weeks you were taking care of me."

He saw her blush under the gaze of the candles in the room. "I know…I've been expecting it, really." She shrugs quietly and looks at him. "I missed you and I was worried…it was the only thing keeping me from shutting down completely. Even if talking to a slightly dead body sounds very strange…come to think of it, it does sound maddening…"

"It was sweet," he reassures her, grabbing her hand, and she smiles a bit that he didn't feel strange about it. "But that wasn't what I was going to mention. While I do love that you did all that – I'm more concerned about Arya. I know you talked about how you two were speaking to each other when you'd have your daily talks to me. We've also been talking about her and what she could do here while you've been taking care of me, but I'm afraid to ask…does she know that I've been…?"

Daenerys sighs before shaking her head. "No. I've been wanting to surprise her."

His brow raises. "You haven't told her yet?" he whispers to her in shock.

"I didn't because I wanted to make sure you were well enough to see her and let her give you a proper hug – and make sure you look handsome again and not some mangy beast," she says to him. "Either way, you're here now and you're ready." She pulls her hands back and smiles. "And I'm going to go get her."

As she stands, Jon raises an eyebrow. "Handsome, huh?"

Again, the redness pops on her cheeks, but she hides it with a roll of her eyes. "Oh, be quiet," she states before walking out of the room. "Stay here. I'll be back in a moment."

Once the door closes, Jon smiles brightly. He realized it was fun to mess with her sometimes – even if she was a queen.

Daenerys

How could she have been so foolish to let her words slip past her lips?

Daenerys wasn't dumb or naïve – she knew that over the past couple of weeks, her excuse for taking care of Jon was that she only wanted to be with him. After thinking she would never get to speak with him again, to even see his eyes, of course she wanted to take as much advantage as she could.

And maybe she coddled him a little. Maybe.

But that's only because she was terrified that if she let him out early, then he was going to end up hurting himself again. She knew that one way or another, she couldn't keep him locked away forever, but at the same time, it was still her biggest fear. She really did care for him…much more than just the father of her children.

And that scared her.

Of course, it didn't help that even when he was near death, he was bloody handsome. No, that wasn't the right word – gorgeous. Yeah, that was it. It was almost since he came back he had that same damn grin on his face that she had loved for a long time, silly jokes, and whenever she changed his bandages – his body hadn't changed a bit. It was the same Jon that she had fallen in love with all that time ago – and she didn't want to lose him.

Letting him call her Dany was a big step. That had been one of the first things she had said to him when they met each other again, to never call her that, that he had lost the privilege. But now? He had gained it back, with more to add on.

Besides…she liked how it sounded on his lips. And discreetly in the back of her mind, sometimes she would think of it in other ways it could be used – but she would usually push that down. If she let her mind stray too much, she didn't know what could happen. For now, she needed to just make sure he was okay – that somehow, he wouldn't fucking get stabbed again.

As she descended into the dungeon, she saw that Daario was again passed out. He had been sleeping much lately – probably to avoid the hunger pains of them not feeding him as much, but Daenerys didn't care. She wanted him to see Jon alive – and that would have to wait until he was good to walk.

Now though, her eyes were focused on where Arya stood. The girl smiles a bit as she walks over. "I see you're down here late," Arya states, crossing her arms across her chest. "Have a story of Dan to share with me?"

"Nope." Daenerys comes over to the door and unlocks the cage, before opening the bars. "You're coming with me."

The smile on Arya's face drops. "D..did I do something wrong?"

Daenerys rolls her eyes. "No. You're coming with me because I'm bringing you somewhere. You do not need to worry." She holds out her hand "Trust me."

Arya glances at her hand before back at her, and slowly, she intertwines her fingers with the dragon queens and steps out of the cell. As she does, Daenerys hears the moan of Daario and feels herself let out a deep sigh.

"Daenerys – let me ouuuut!"

"Come on," Daenerys mumbles to her. "Let's get out of here before he starts to make a racket."

Arya follows her upstairs, glancing back at where Daario was, writhing on the ground. Daenerys had specifically requested for the maesters here not to fix his wounds. He didn't deserve to be able to properly walk, even for the time he was here. She wanted him in as much pain as possible.

Usually, Daenerys was kind to people who she had been close with, but when they betrayed her as Daario did, she didn't mess around with that. She puts her trust in people for a reason, and when they blatantly break that trust, she gets revenge; justice. Every time she thinks of Daario, she thinks of her former Dothraki friend, who had sold her out to Xaro Xhoan Daxos in Qarth regarding her dragons. Or Varys, who had blatantly gone against her wishes and sent out ravens to try and aid in her defeat.

The only person she had never truly gotten back at was Jon…and that was because no matter what anger she felt at him, or betrayal, she could never do what she did to others to him.

"Where are we going?"

Daenerys' mind was interrupted. She blinks and looks around, realizing they were at the top of the dungeon. She closes the doors behind her, looking at the girl. "Sorry…just lost in my thoughts. Follow me."

Arya looks around the castle as she walks ahead of her, seemingly mesmerized by the architecture around them. Daenerys didn't blame her. The Great Pyramid was known as one of the wonders of the world. Many came from all around to see it. And Arya was one of the few who got to experience the inside.

"Can I ask you a question?" Arya asks.

"Of course."

"Why are you keeping him alive?" Her head looks back at Daenerys, trying to not pay attention to the paintings on the walls, or anything else around them. "It's not that I don't understand why for what he did…but are you planning something? Or keeping him there just for fun?"

Daenerys sighs before looking at her. "All will be revealed soon. It's for something different." She looks back ahead. "Men like him who do what he did deserve the time they receive before their final act. He thought that killing Jon would make his way to me. He thought wrong. And he needs to learn his place. One of my old friends – Missandei, you met her – used to say this phrase, 'Valar Morghulis.'"

"All men must die," Arya finishes.

Daenerys raises her brow and stops midway in the hallway. "You know of this phrase?"

"When I learned the way of stealing faces, that was the phrase that I said to gain access to the Hall of Faces. They would reply with-"

"Valar Dohaeris," Daenerys finishes. "All men must serve. Hmm." She looks ahead again. "I don't think I ever told you I spent some time in Braavos once."

Arya's brow raises. "Really? When?"

"When I was a child with my brother. I barely remember much of it because I was so young, but I remember it had a red door, and I could see a lemon tree outside of my window. We were taken care of by an old man before he died due to sickness and then forced out by his own men. The city was nice, though. It was times before my brother turned into what he became – when he did protect me."

Arya looks at her quietly. "But you named a dragon after him?"

"Just because I named a dragon after my brother doesn't mean he was pure. Khal Drogo wasn't pure of heart – but I did love him, despite how we started. My brother wasn't, either, but he still protected me for years until everything began to change. It's the least I could do for where I am now." She sighs and shakes her head. "Either way, you know the phrase – many have said it in Braavos and in other places across the world. But we are not men. We do not serve. If a woman wants to be taken seriously in this world, she needs to act seriously. And people like Daario need to understand that."

As she turns to corner, her hand on the knob of Jon's room, she saw Arya look at her strange. Daenerys raises an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"Nothing." The young girl shakes her head, sighing. "I just wish I had met you under different circumstances, Daenerys…a part of me is starting to think of the North, of how it treated you. For how I treated you."

"You had every right too," Daenerys says to her gently. "And it's in the past. This is now. There's nothing that says we can't move on." She starts to open the door but pauses. "Wait, I need you to close your eyes."

"What?"

"Just do it." Arya rolls her own before slamming them shut. Daenerys opens the door and gently guides her in. She looks over and sees Jon leaning up. His feet were out of the bed for probably the first time in weeks that wasn't to use the bathroom, and he was standing. Daenerys smiles a bit before bringing Arya right in front of him.

"I really don't understand what it is that's so important that-"

"Arya, shush," Daenerys chuckles before letting go of her. "Now open your eyes."

Arya lets out a deep sigh, and Daenerys watches as she opens her eyes. Instantly, there is a flinging of emotions across her face before she suddenly cries out "Jon!" and throws her arms around her brother tightly, practically jumping up into his arms, her legs up in the air. Jon lets out a hearty laugh, one that made Daenerys smile warmly, as he sat back down on the bed, his sister still in his arms, hugging her tightly. He had tears coming down his cheeks, but he wiped them away quickly, letting out a sigh of relief.

By the time she had let go, there were tears plastered all along her face as well. She was standing and looking at him in shock, her whole body shaking while Jon sat down. "How-what-is this real?!" she asks, turning over to Daenerys. "Is he-I'm not dreaming, right?"

"No," Daenerys chuckles, walking over to his other side. "This is Jon in the flesh."

"How…how are you alive?" she whispers, looking down at him. "Daenerys told me you were dead."

"I was," Jon states. He moves a part of his shirt to show the wound in his chest, and he hears Arya gasps. "Kinvara and Daemon brought me back – a combination of their magic."

Arya's brow furrows. "Daemon? I thought only Dan had powers?"

"Daemon found his too," Daenerys explains. "Apparently, he's a healer – according to Kinvara. She's been trying to train them the past couple of weeks but says we need to go somewhere else. Where, I have no idea – but we aren't going anywhere until he's healed more."

Arya shrugs, shaking her head in disbelief. "At this point, after being able to steal the faces of men and see dragons fully alive after centuries, I'll believe anything." She looks over at Jon, her brow still furrowed. "How long have you been awake?"

"Three weeks."

"Three weeks?!" She instantly turns her gaze on Daenerys. "My brother has been awake for three weeks and you're only letting me see him now?"

Daenerys raises her hands in defense. "I can explain why. Jon was seriously weak when he first woke up – he could barely stand. Now, even he had to sit down when you hugged him, and you know how small you are compared to him. I've waited for him to build up at least a little bit of strength to speak with you – I didn't want you seeing the worst of him."

"Still not even close to my best," Jon states, but smiles. "But I'm glad you're here. And that she's been treating you well."

"I mean, being next to Daario isn't so fun," Arya admits quietly. Daenerys sees a dark look come over Jon's face before he glances away, sighing.

"I could suppose so." He looks over at Daenerys. "Which is why she and I have been talking about something."

Arya glances between the two of them, wiping away at the tears, trying to compose herself "What? Am I in trouble?"

Jon chuckles. "No. Quite the opposite, really." He looks back at Daenerys, nodding at her to continue. She turns to Arya.

"Ever since we've had spies in the pyramid, as well as our own men turning against some of us, we've needed to better increase security. I haven't told you this because I've been so focused on Jon, but the guard that you killed was actually a spy from Westeros. He wanted to join the guard of Bran."

"He was?" Arya asks. "I didn't even know…he just seemed…different. Strange."

"And that's exactly why we need you," Jon states to her. "You have an excellent sense of character. Anyone you've ever met, you've been spot on as who they are as a person. You didn't even know this man, and yet you possibly stopped him from relaying information to Bran that could have had us all killed. I know to live in something like this was never your way of life, but it's something we need. We could consider it your punishment for your crime, but you wouldn't be in the cell anymore – you'd be in a room. You'd be taken care of."

Arya stares at them both, silent before she smiles a little. "I don't know what to say…"

"I know that you like your freedom," Daenerys states to her gently. "I've heard of your stories, of where you've gone, but I can promise you that staying here is better. You'll have a home, somewhere to sleep, and you'll be doing what you love. I can't turn you into a knight or anything like that, but I can promise you that you'll be just as respected as any guard here and will help them with security measures. They will look to you for advice – maybe even for practice with how good you are with a sword."

Arya looks at her before biting her lip and then staring at the ground. She glances back at her. "I'd be happy to be out of that cell…but I just have a couple of questions."

"Ask away," Jon responds.

"You trust me?"

"If you want me to be honest, I didn't know how everything was going with you," he says to her. "I only knew from the first day I spoke with you, and then I was killed. Daenerys has been telling me everything, and that's how we came to this decision. You've proven yourself a reliable ally that could help in defending us. I can't forget what you tried to do, but people can move on from it. Daenerys herself suggested this to me."

Arya looks at her in surprise, and Daenerys nods. "I did. Personally, I wanted us to continue speaking to each other without Daario interrupting us every ten minutes," she jokes quietly but continues. "In all honesty, I believed what you said. I knew why you were sent here, and I know that now, you would never try anything like that on me again. I hope I'm not alone in saying this when I feel that you and I have many things in common – and I don't want to put that against each other anymore. We can only stay safe if we are together – not apart and fighting over things in the past. And that's why I want you here, with Jon and I and our family."

"In short," Jon states. "We want you to be a part of our family again. I'm sick of not seeing my little sister and having her locked away in the pits of this pyramid."

Arya laughs at this before smiling a bit. And then, after a moment, she nods. "I accept."

"Good," Jon sighs. "If you didn't, I would have really embarrassed myself there." Daenerys suddenly perks up.

"Oh wait, there's one other thing." She looks back at Arya. "While Jon is still healing, I need someone to spar with. My children are far too small to really practice with still – and better than me, honestly, and the other swordsman here is in a cell down below. While my guards are kind, I'd rather let them do their job. Will you be my sparring partner for the time being?"

Arya chuckles and nods. "Of course. You'll have to try and keep up with me though."

"Not an issue with me – I like a challenge," Daenerys states, grinning. And with that, she leans over and hugs Arya tightly, the first time she had ever done so, sealing their new-found friendship. The young woman wraps her arms around her as well. "I'm happy you're here," she admits to her when she pulls back.

Arya squeezes her hand before smiling at Jon. "Me too."

Jon

The next couple of weeks passed by without much trouble. Jon had begun walking at slow paces at first so he could see his children in their own chambers before going back to his portion, but then over time, his strength began to return to him. Now, he found himself walking along the pyramid more and more.

Today was one of those days where no one was around him. Daenerys had said that she and Arya would train for the time being. Daemon and Dan were in the library – either practicing her powers or Gods know what else.

So, he had decided to just walk. He was sick of staying in his chambers day in and day out. This was much needed.

As he walked down, his mind started to wonder where he should go. While he strolled past what was seemingly an empty room, he could hear the sounds of grunts coming from inside – female grunts. He peeks in and felt himself chuckle silently.

There were Arya and Daenerys, training together. This was one of the few things he never thought he would see in his life. Dragons he's seen. White Walkers, he's seen. Even being reborn again, he has experienced. But witnessing two former women who were at odds at one time fighting together was something he never thought would happen to him.

Arya was still just as quick as he remembered, but Daenerys had some speed now too. Watching her, he realized that she had been practicing as much as she said she had. Her moves were swift, her grip tight, her stance correct. Each time Arya tried to do a different move to her she dodged and hit back with power. Once he felt better, he knew he'd have to train with her to see how good she had gotten.

He was proud of her.

Not only for learning the sword, but owning up to the fact that she needed to learn how to protect herself if she wanted to protect her people. The dragons could very well be killed – look what happened to Viserion and Rhaegal – but with this skillset, she could very-well charge into the field with her own soldiers.

Maybe not as quickly – but if need be, she would be able to. And he was happy she took it seriously – very seriously. It seemed that no matter what Daenerys did, she tried to perfect it, or at least be as good as she could be. And she was getting there. He could see even more potential in her, honestly.

His thoughts were interrupted when Daenerys suddenly struck down Arya, swinging at her legs. The younger girl falls and Dany points her sword at her neck, smirking. That damn smirk – it was a smirk of pride, a dangerous one, one that he had experienced many times now.

"Got you," Daenerys states.

Arya pushes the sword out of her face. "Best out of two?"

"If you're ready to get defeated again." Arya instantly stands and strikes at her, and the two continue on to fight.

Jon chuckles and closes the door quietly, trying not to disturb them. He was so fucking happy Arya was getting along with Daenerys. He knew that they had so much in common – the only thing that had been stopping them before was what happened at Kings Landing. Now that they had both collectively decided to move on, he was glad to see them learning their way around each other.

Truth be told, Jon hadn't wanted to keep Arya in the cell in the first place – he knew how much of a valuable ally his sister was. Not only was she still trusted by the King – he probably thought she was just resting somewhere traveling back to Westeros – she was a great fighter and knew how to protect others. And he loved his little sister. He didn't care even if they weren't by blood – she would always be the girl who wanted to grow up just like her brothers.

As he walked down to the pits of the pyramid, his mind ablaze with questions, he could hear chattering from inside the library. He didn't want to disturb the two children, so he let them be. Dan had been showing him some of the few moves she could do, and he had to say – a part of him was jealous.

She was able to completely control the fire now. She could bring it into her hands whenever she wanted and extinguish it as well. That much Kinvara had taught her. She had learned through old books of sorcery that many of the gestures mages used were related to fighting – stances that he had taught her, except without a sword – only with her hands. So, she had demonstrated using fire, creating spiral bursts of flames to appear in midair before disappearing out into the sky. The flames had been so hot, he could feel the heat even from where he sat on the bed.

Daemon, on the other hand, had been trying to learn more about the possibility of his own power, but there was much more history on fire mages in the past than healers, or 'sorcerers of life' as Kinvara called them. So he had admitted that he would just wait until they were in wherever Kinvara wanted to take them to learn because the red priestess couldn't teach him that.

Jon was still wondering where the fuck she was going to take them, and how they were going to even handle that. Daenerys had a whole kingdom here – an army within the walls and on the outside with the Dothraki. Jon had noticed that Eleana had started bringing the girl back inside to learn how to be a handmaiden for Dan, and he had said his hellos before watching them go on their way.

It seemed that everyone had something to do now besides him. Yes, he knew he was healing – he had been killed, after all – but he was starting to get outrageously bored.

And it was strange. He felt like something was calling to him, each night when he closed his eyes and each morning when he awoke. And it was something he was trying to figure out right now.

As he walked forwards, the feeling of being pulled in increased, and he stared at the door that would lead out into the dragon pits. Daenerys would probably not be happy if she found out he had gone all the way down here, and then out to where the dragons rest, but whatever this feeling was, it was killing him.

So, he decided to push away his pride and follow it, opening up the door, and heading out towards the field. One way or another, he would figure out what it was.

When he reached the end of the doorway and opened the door into the dragon pit, he saw that Drogon was nowhere to be found. Most likely, the large dragon was out hunting. The three younger ones, however, were flying high in the sky, all around the pit.

Two of them, Visenya and Jorharion, were fighting over a piece of meat before landing in the far right of the pit, paying no mind to him. Jonarys, however, came down onto the field, before it's black eyes stare right at him. Jon walks out, holding his injured chest as a sharp pang went through his body. He grunts a little and sighs. No matter what, he knew he would be feeling the pain of his body healing for quite some time.

The dragon, instead, walks over to him. It had grown bigger in the time that they hadn't seen them. It was at least of riding age now from what he could tell. He doesn't attack him or even make a noise, just tilts its head. Jon stares at the beautiful blue scales that lined the dragons back, all the way to his long tail. If someone got in the way of that, it could probably knock their head clean off.

Jon stares at the dragon before reaching out his hand to scratch the side of it. It allows him too, and he smiles a bit. The dragon growls low and he chuckles a bit.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you," he says to it.

After a moment, it pulls away. Jon stares at it before a sudden word comes to his mind. The one word he had heard so many times at this point – but for the first time ever, he felt the need to say it himself. Just to test it. The urge. The want. So, he stands still and stares at the dragon. At that moment, Visenya flings half of the meat towards them, at Jonarys, and he stares down at it.

In a split second, Jon looks back up and speaks loud and clear for the dragon to hear. "Dracarys."

Bright flames begin to emerge from the mouth of the dragon, a roar of conquest, lighting the piece of meat on fire. Jon watches wordlessly as the dragon roasts the meat, turning it effectively black before it ended its flames suddenly. The piece of meat was still on fire.

He looks down at it and felt that same voice. In the past, whenever he heard it, it was always muffled, the words quiet. But now, they were strong, powerful, right in his ear.

'Touch the fire.'

Jon suddenly shakes his head, stepping back. He was crazy. He needed to go back and-

'Touch it.'

Jon looks back at the burning piece of meat, before looking back at Jonarys. He was staring at him. "What are you waiting for? Eat it."

The dragon does not move. Jon looks at it, before realizing something. Was this bloody dragon hearing this voice too?

He stares at it as the voice grows louder, before looking back at the meat. He sighs and stares at the meat before descending onto his knees. "Fine," he states to himself. He knew this was stupid. He knew that he wasn't like Daenerys. She had been special, given this gift from whatever Gods were up there. He had been burnt himself before, years ago. He was only going to end up hurting himself more.

But this voice – this agonizing pain in his head that he just wanted gone – kept telling him to. So he needed to do it. He needed to get it over with.

So, taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and thrust his hand deep into the flames of the meat, waiting for the burn, the searing pain – anything.

Except…nothing came.

Jon opened his eyes and stared down at the meat, the flames erupting from it, engulfing his unclothed hand. Was he imagining his hand in there? No, no – it was in there for sure. He could feel the heat. But it didn't burn. It didn't hurt. It felt almost…pleasant. That was the word. Pleasant. It felt almost like a warm campfire, something he hadn't had in a long time.

Was this what Daenerys felt? Just pleasant heat? Is this what being unburnt meant?

How was this happening? Was he mad? Was he-

'You're a dragon,' the voice whispers to him, clear as day. 'Feel it. Be it. The world is depending on you and your family. Be who you are – be a Targaryen. Be a leader. Be a conqueror. Be a king.'

At that moment, his head suddenly felt extremely dizzy. He closes his eyes as probably one of the most powerful headaches he had ever experienced soared through him, one that had him writhing on the ground until suddenly, it passed. He looked around, shocked before he looks down at the flames again. His hand was still there – unburnt.

"I'm not a king," he mumbles to himself.

'Yes, you are,' the voice answers back. 'You have the blood of the dragon. You are the bringer of light. And it's time you knew how powerful you can be, how powerful your family and only your family can be. You are meant to rule with her. You are meant to rule with them. You are meant to save this realm. Embrace who you are. Embrace the dragon.'

"What does that even mean?" he asks, his voice echoing out into the air, but suddenly, the humming vanished. "Hello?" No response.

The voice was gone. As soon as he needed bloody answers, it was gone. Everything was gone. He stares down at his hand, still submerged in the flames before he stares up at Jonarys. The dragon stares back, but Jon could have sworn he saw him nod. It was as if he understood.

'Embrace the dragon...'

"Jon?"

Jon suddenly snaps his head up and looks over to the door. There stood Daenerys and Arya, both looking confused at seeing him out there. Arya moves her eyes to stare at the dragons – this had probably been the closest she had ever been to one – while Dany's eyes move to where his hand was.

"What…what are you doing?" Daenerys asks, racing over to him. "I thought…" She kneels down and looks at his hand and the flames. Gently, she reaches her hand in, just as he had done, no mention of injury or pain on her face, and looks at it. No burns. Nothing. Her eyes connect with his. "…what happened?"

Jon looks at her before looking down at his hand. "I...I don't know." He looks back at her, his eyes speaking so much more than he was saying. "But everything feels…strange."

Daenerys stares at him before watching as Jonarys flew back up into the air, letting out a loud roar before landing over with his siblings. She turns her eyes back to his, seeing the confusion written across his face. "What happened, Jon?" she asks firmly.

Before he could speak, Arya stated something first. "Hey, you two, I don't mean to interrupt the strange moment but uh, these dragons look pretty hungry."

Daenerys shakes her head before helping him stand from his knees, her eyes straying to the still burning piece of meat. "Come on. Let's get you back inside," she says softly to him. He stared at the ground in shock, but as she pushes him up gently, he made himself move. "Come on….it's okay," she whispers.

Her voice was soothing, touching. Alluring. It almost reminded him of the voice before, except it didn't give him a headache. It gave him pleasant thoughts.

Dany looks over at Arya, waving her head. "Don't worry, they won't eat you. Just get inside." Arya nods and quickly runs in, causing Dany to shake her head at the girl's fear before looking over at Jon, closing the door behind them.

Once they were back into the concealed darkness of the tunnel back to the pyramid, Daenerys leans in and whispers something into his ear.

"I'm going to take you back to my room." He looks at her in surprise. "You're filthy. You need a bath."

"Dany-"

"Just…listen to me," she says gently. "I know what I'm doing."

So, instead of fighting with her on this, he lets her, his mind still reeling from the experience he just had. While they walked, he could hear Jonarys ripping into the flesh of the meat finally, as if he was waiting for Jon to leave, before letting out a loud screech and flying off with his brother and sister.

By the time they had reached the pyramid again, Daenerys had told Arya to go back to the room they had given her. When she asks if Jon would be alright, Daenerys had reassured her that he would be. He didn't really know if he would, but he would at least try to.

Once Arya was gone, Daenerys guided him back towards her room, setting him down gently on the bed. "Stay here. I'll go make the bath."

His brow furrows. "Shouldn't Eleana be doing this?"

"What did I tell you before?"

With that, she goes into her bathing chambers, leaving him alone. He sighs and rests his head in his hands. He didn't even know what had happened out there. That voice had come and gone but what it said still lingered in his head. And now, he couldn't get fucking burnt? What the hell was happening to him?

It seemed that minutes went by quicker in his head because it wasn't long until Daenerys came out. He could see steam coming from the bathroom. "Come on. It's ready."

He goes to stand and walks over, heading inside. The whole entire room was filled with steam, and the bathwater looked incredibly hot. But as he put a hand in it, it only felt a little warm. His brow furrows.

"It couldn't be hotter?" he asks her.

She raises an eyebrow before moving to sit behind the bed. "Take off your clothes."

His brow raises in shock. "What? You can't-I mean, I uh-"

"Seven hells, Jon, I've already seen you naked plenty of times," she states chuckling. "But if you're uncomfortable with it, I'll close my eyes. See?" She does that very thing, and he lets out a soft sigh. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with it – believe him, he didn't give two shits who stared at his body at this point – it was more or less that it was just her. And she could see every scar and bruise and cut on his body.

But, he does as she says, taking off the few pieces of clothing he had on, before slowly lowering himself into the bath. Only did he realize now in the steam that she had put what looked like soap that caused plenty of suds to rise to the surface, as well as something that smelt…flower-y. Maybe lavender? He didn't know.

After a moment, he feels her hands on his shoulders. "Are you ready?"

Jon nods, and with that, her fingers start to move in his hair, taking water from the bath and moving it down his body, trying to clean out the dirt that had accumulated from the past weeks. He started to realize that he quite liked it when Daenerys ran her fingers through his hair.

More water suddenly splashed down on his face, but he was so relaxed he didn't even care.

"Now," he hears her say softly. "I don't want to alarm you, but the bath you are in is far hotter than any human can possibly handle."

His brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"When I was younger, one of the earliest signs of me being different from the others was that my body could withstand enormous amounts of heat. When I was first being prepared to marry Khal Drogo, I took a bath that was far too hot for a regular person to handle, and then months later, I stepped into fire, unburnt." She moves in front of him, this time with a cloth in her hands, getting it wet in the water. "To you, this may feel like a pleasant bath. To a normal person, this would be scorching and burn them in milliseconds."

His brow furrows as she cleans at the crevices of his face. "Do you know what happened?" he mumbles, his questions finally bubbling to the surface.

Daenerys looks at him before sighing. "I have a feeling…but I need you to tell me first. Now that you're relaxed. What happened out there?"

Jon looks at her, debating if he should even mention it. Daenerys was going through so much shit at the moment that the last thing he wanted to do was make her worrisome about something else. But at the same time, he wanted to tell her, to let everything off his chest. If anyone could understand, it would be her, the only other person who had this strange power.

Well, Dan and Daemon were yet to be determined, but he'd rather not share any of this with his children until they knew for sure what was happening with him.

"I've…been hearing voices," he admits, trying to figure out the right words. "It's been luring. It's been trying to bring me somewhere for weeks…I didn't have the strength to go out to the dragon pits until now, but when I was there…I felt a strong connection with Jonarys. When he was given a piece of meat from his siblings, I said 'Dracarys' so he could cook the meat, but I mean…I said it before – when I rode Rhaegal during the Battle of Winterfell – but this felt…different. It felt…"

He didn't know the right word to explain it. Daenerys lowers her hand with the cloth before looking at him. "Powerful?" she finishes for him.

Slowly, he nods. That was it. That was the word. "Yeah," he responds, looking up at her. "And…and after there was this voice. It was the same voice I've been hearing but it…it was clearer. And it…" He didn't know how to say it. "I'm sorry, Dany, it's just…confusing."

She nods, understandingly. "You don't need to rush yourself…take your time." She moves her hands back to his head and starts to run her fingers through his hair again. He closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of it, feeling goosebumps travel up and down his skin. "Just say it the best way you can."

"Uh…" He lets out a deep sigh before looking at her. "It told me to touch the flame. And it wouldn't stop. So I just…did. And when it happened…I was so confused why it wasn't burning me, I froze…and then it said 'You're a dragon.' To feel it or be it…to be a leader, a conqueror…a king." He almost mumbled the last phrase, afraid of what she would say, but she only continues to run her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him. "It said I had the blood of the dragon. That I'm a bringer of light, or whatever that means. That we're meant to save the realm or to rule and…and I…I don't even know how to feel about it. It was all just…sudden. It was just…like I had a million different visions at once and my head felt like it was going to explode…and I…I feel different. I don't know how to explain it."

Daenerys stops moving her fingers – a feeling he instantly missed – before she moved back in front of him. "Did it say to embrace the dragon?"

He nods in shock. "Yes. You've heard it, too?"

Daenerys nods softly. "Yes," she responds. "I've had dreams recently about someone saying that to me…but I've kept it quiet. I didn't really think much of it. I've tried to move on from what I am for years now. To just become a ruler and not rely on my last name. And I feel that it's worked out quite well. But I can't help but feel that it's…I don't know-"

"Meant for something?" he asks her.

She nods, looking back at him. "Completely. The children. Us. Everything. It always says there's some threat out there and we're supposed to beat it but I…you can barely walk well and we don't know even know what this 'threat' is. But when I saw the look on your face…I knew it was because you heard that voice too."

He didn't know how much more he could be relieved. The fact that Dany heard the voices too made him so much more relaxed. "So I'm not mad?" he whispers.

She chuckles before shaking her head. "No. You're not."

He nods, resting his neck on the back of the bath. "Thank the gods." He looks back at her. "But that still doesn't explain why I'm suddenly unburnt. I've been burnt by fire before."

Daenerys glances outside. "Kinvara told me it might happen."

He looks at her confused. "What did she say?"

"Because she used my blood on you when she was trying to bring you back, she said it could have adverse effects. My blood changed when magic was involved with it. I have a feeling that is exactly what happened to you." She rests a hand against his arm, before smiling softly. "Don't worry. It's something else that makes you even more unique than you already were."

"Me? Unique?" he mutters, looking up at her. "I'm some bastard from the North who somehow got out of it by sheer chance. I'm no one special."

Daenerys stares at him incredulously. "You did not just say that," she states. He stares at her and she laughs, shaking her head. "By the gods, Jon. You have to be one of the most unique men I have ever met, and you don't believe that? You are truly daft."

He was silent. "I-I mean-"

"You were raised as a bastard by a generous man – someone who could have thrown you to the side once his sister died, but instead lied to his family for years to keep you safe. You went to the Night's Watch where you single-handedly brought together two groups of people that have hated each other for centuries, no thanks to any of the men that betrayed you there. You rose back from the dead – twice, might I add now – and then went on to acquire a smaller army, much smaller than the one you would face, against Ramsey Bolton, to take back your home – not even really for yourself, for you sister – and still won despite being outnumbered. And then you became King of the North, followed by men and commoners who adored you. From a supposed bastard to a king – that's a pretty amazing story."

Her hands go back to his hair, silently stroking the small curls that lay beneath his ears. He stares up at her, seeing her eyes trained in thought.

"And then from there, you did even more," she says softly. "You brought people together to fight the biggest threat of them all – the Night King and his army. And you won – as far as we know…if these dreams or voices have anything to say about it." She looks back at him. "You also did the impossible, for a time."

His brow furrows as he looks up at her. "What?"

"You made a woman with a closed-off heart fall for you," she admits, looking back at him. "Convinced an Essos girl that this supposed Night King was real, brought her dragons, and had her fight for you."

"I also had one of her dragons killed," he mutters quietly. "I abandoned her at her worst." He glances at the water. "I killed her when I should have let her live."

Her hand leaves the water and then rests on his chin, pushing his face up to hers. They were so close now, he could practically feel her breath against his cheeks. "And you still got her forgiveness even after all that. Because you want to know why, Jon Snow?" He slowly nods, still entranced by her beauty. He didn't even know how to properly respond. "Because even she recognizes why it happened. Even she understands that the past is in the past and that you are a good man…and she wants you to believe that too."

Jon stares at her, sudden emotion taking over him. "What if I'm just broken?" he whispers, his voice cracking a bit.

But to that, she shrugs. "We're all a little broken, aren't we?" she asks, taking his hand in hers. "And even then, it doesn't change the way people feel about you. The way I feel about you. You can feel as different as you want. You could change as much as you need. You could lock yourself away and contemplate what you're feeling, how you 'embrace the dragon.' But it will never be enough for you to push us away – or myself. We're in this together." She tilts his chin up again, smiling a bit. "And you have to start telling me more of this – don't keep this all locked up in that pretty head of yours, or we'll have another situation like we had today."

Jon nods, watching as she finally leans back, standing up. He watches her silently, contemplating her words. She sighs as she grabs her shawl, placing it around her body.

"It's a shame," she states. "That bath feels absolutely stunning. I wish I could enjoy it too."

Jon stares up at her as a sudden idea starts to take his mind. "Why don't you?"

"What?"

"I mean, enjoy it." She raises her brow at him. "You could, uh-come in-if you want to." He gestures around the water. "There's plenty of suds to go around and the tub is quite large." Daenerys stares at him in shock before shaking her head.

"I don't know how good of an idea that might be," she mumbles, shaking her head. "Besides…I have queenly duties I need to get to. I already pushed them off enough to tend to you." She walks over to him. "You'll be good to get out?"

"If I ever do…this feels really good against my gash."

"Good," she chuckles. She gets on her knees and then takes his hands again, before smiling slyly. "I'll take you up on that offer at another time though." His brow raises in surprise.

"W-what?"

"Take care, Jon." She leans down and kisses his forehead, a move he hadn't been expecting. "I'll see you for dinner tonight." And then, she fucking winks at him, before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. After a moment, he hears the doors of the chamber close as well, and that was when he practically laughs so loud that he was sure the resident handmaiden next to him could hear.

Had she really just said that? Had she?

"My gods," he chuckles, shaking his head, before ducking his head in the water. She was a menace. He knew that much.

But he liked that. A lot.

Dan and Daemon

When Dan had heard from her mother later on in the day about what happened to her father, she wasn't surprised. And when she told Daemon, he didn't see that much more surprised either.

"I mean, he is a Targaryen," Daemon states. "We probably even have that ability – we just haven't had the need to test it yet. But since her blood was literally put into him, I'm not shocked it's manifested into his body now."

"It's just surprising now," she states, looking down at the books she had. This was on the Battle of Winterfell, one that had been written by a Samwell Tarly – a man her father had known long ago, an old friend. "Does that mean we're going to have to call him the father of dragons?"

Daemon snorts. "Unless he emerges from the flames with three hatched dragon eggs, I don't think that'll happen anytime soon."

The younger chuckles before smiling a bit. "Do you think they might...you know...be together again?"

Daemon shrugs a bit. "Don't know for sure. But I can tell that there's something going on between them."

Dan shrugs and shakes her head. "You never know." Suddenly, the flame in the room goes out. Dan aims her hand at the torch and gesture forward, sending out a burst of fire towards it before lighting it once more.

"Damn, you've really been improving," he mutters.

Dan looks over at him before grabbing his hand. "Wherever we're going, I'm sure they're going to help you."

Daemon sighs. "We don't even know where. How are we supposed to know where to go if she won't even tell us?"

"I don't know. Even she can't teach me everything. It has to be somewhere." She looks back at the book before looking back at Daemon. "You want to visit the past of the battle?"

Daemon cringes. "I don't know…father said there was a lot of death with that one. Maybe we should just see the aftermath. I heard they threw a large festival to celebrate their lives afterward."

"You and your parties," she mumbles, closing the book. As she did, however, a scroll about the size of two large novels falls onto the ground. "What is this?" she mumbles, pulling it up. She looks at the label that held it together, reading it with curious eyes. "'Under the request of Sansa Stark, Bran Stark and Tyrion Lannister, send to Varys of Lys.''" She touches around the scroll and feels something slide out onto the ground.

Daemon stares at it curiously before picking it up. It was a small bottle, something that seemed to be able to fit into someone's pocket. "Venomous: Do not drink," he mutters, reading the label. "But the bottle is empty…what is this?"

Dan stares at the bottle before looking at the letter. "Father always said that Aunt Sansa was someone he didn't want me to meet…same with Bran, considering he tried to kill us."

"Varys and Tyrion were two people on mother's side," Daemon states, sitting next to her. "She burned Varys for treason after telling people about father's heritage long ago…but Tyrion openly defied her. She threw him in a cell…didn't you say that Tyrion convinced father to kill her?"

Dan stares at the scroll before looking over at her twin. "What if this is the answer they're looking for?"

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

"I mean, what if this answers the reason mother went mad?"

"Through a scroll?" Daemon chuckles. "If all these books can't answer it, then-"

"Daemon, this is through someone's handwriting that openly went against mother," she whispers fiercely. "If I can hold us in their memory long enough, we might be able to see if they had anything to do with it."

Daemon looks down at the scroll before sighing. "I mean…the letter from three people who were against her ruling."

"Exactly!" She looks down at the scroll before grabbing his hand. "We have to do this. Both of us. We need to see if there's something in here that we are supposed to see. I mean – why else would it have been hidden in this book? Father told me Samwell Tarly – the author of this book – was a close friend of his. What if he purposefully put it in here for someone to find? What if-"

"Hey, you're getting ahead of yourself," he states. "Remember – these books were brought in by spies from Westeros. I doubt Samwell knew his book would be taken like this…maybe it was just to hide something."

"Well…we won't know if we don't try."

Dan looks at her brother, taking his hand in hers once more.

"Do you want to do this with me?"

Daemon stares at the scroll and then nods slowly. "Just give me a second to prepare for nausea." She nods, holding onto his hand tightly. After a moment, he nods. "Alright. Let's go."

Dan takes a deep breath and opens the scroll. Quietly, she places her hand on the writing, feeling the lettering around her. She could almost hear the penmanship, the scratching of the quill against a hardwood surface, the feeling of a soft wintry breeze, before suddenly, everything whipped around her. The world was dizzy. Her heart sped up.

And then, all of a sudden, she lands on her feet, in the middle of what looked like a library. She looks over at Daemon, who seemed just as confused as she was, before their heads snap towards the sound of footsteps coming from all directions.

Within a few seconds, three bodies emerged from the entrance to the castle. The two children backed up, despite the fact that they could not be seen, until they watched as all four came together.

One pushing a man in a wheelchair – Bran and Sansa – and the other two walking towards, Tyrion and Varys.

They were in the castle of Winterfell. And Dan had a feeling this wasn't just some regular meeting between allies.

"They can't hear us, right?" Daemon asks her.

She shakes her head. "As far as I know, no."

Tyrion looks between the two of them before speaking. Dan had heard plenty of people speak in her memories, but in this one for some reason, everything sounded a bit foggy. 'I doubt that this is just some normal get together, hmm?' the dwarf states.

'No, it is not,' Sansa responds, before turning to Bran. 'Tell him what you know.'

Bran stares at the man before opening his mouth, the same expression on his face. Father had always told Dan that Bran hadn't shown any type of emotion, but she hadn't believed it. And now it was right in front of her. 'We need to talk about your queen.'

'She is going to be your queen, too,' Tyrion states.

'No, she is not,' Sansa responds. 'And for good reason.'

'Sansa-'

'There are visions,' Bran states, looking directly at the dwarf. 'That I have seen. A version of the future. One of which ends in Daenerys burning down most of Westeros in flames.'

'She would never do that,' Tyrion states. 'She's not that kind of Targaryen.'

'She hasn't lost her dragons yet. She hasn't lost her friends yet. There hasn't been a reason. But if you let her get to that point, you are never going to see another version of Daenerys Targaryen, besides the one you will witness burn down lives.'

Dan and Daemon share a concerned look. Their mother at this point had told them multiple times that Daenerys was never the kind of person to only burn people down for the hell of it. There had to be something else going on.

'How far into the future is this?' Tyrion asks.

'Does it matter?' Sansa asks, crossing her arms across her chest. 'You know that the dragon queen is emotional. Volatile. She acts on her emotions. She could never be queen here because you know one back miss-up and we could all be her bloody dragons next meal. You know that deep down with how she was acting today to try and get back to Dragonstone, not letting her men rest.'

'She wants to get back to Dragonstone to properly feed her dragons,' Tyrion states. 'It's freezing up here and she has a huge army where there isn't a lot of food. You can't blame her for that.'

'Tyrion,' Bran states. 'One way or another, the Targaryen will burn people to the ground, leaving cities in ash. Are you sure you want to be the one to let that happen? To have that guilt raining down on you?'

Tyrion stares at the man before looking over at Sansa, who seemed to be waiting for an answer as well. After a moment, the dwarf lets out a belching sigh and shakes his head. 'No. I do not. But then what do you suppose? Have Jon as king? He has the right to the throne.'

'No,' Sansa states. 'I originally thought that putting Jon on the throne was a great idea, but now that I think of it, he's emotional as well. He gets too invested into things that change how he feels about something – although I've used that to my advantage, especially to get my home back, I don't know how well it would work ruling an entire kingdom. Besides, I'm sure he has said he doesn't want it. So Bran and I have come up with a solution.'

Tyrion stares between the two of them. 'What, one of you take the crown?'

'I do,' Bran states.

Tyrion's brow raises. 'You're kidding. The Three-Eyed-Raven taking the throne? You don't even have a claim. What happened to never being a lord of anything anymore?'

'Because it makes sense,' Bran responds, looking down at the dwarf. 'You or her or whoever wanted to break the wheel that we are perpetually in due to the system the realm has been developed into. If you elect someone with nobility who has the stories of the world to tell, there won't be any war, any famine – just peace, because I have all the answers. No one could attest to me because it could be a democracy, of someone voting a person into the throne. You could singlehandedly change the way the system works – unless you want to just let Daenerys burn people.'

'Would you stop mentioning that small little detail?' Tyrion mutters before looking back at Sansa. 'And what's in this for you?'

'When he becomes king, he grants the North as an independent country, and I become queen. It's the only way the Northerners can get what they have wanted – and I can as well.'

Tyrion shakes his head, moving over to sit on a chair, his eyes looking outside. Dan looks over at Daemon again, who watching the moment in time in shock. They had been planning on taking the throne since the beginning of Winterfell?

'Alright,' Tyrion states quietly. 'I'll bite. What is your plan? Because I'm sure this dragon queen isn't going to go willingly.'

'Daenerys is a Targaryen, which means if she went mad, people would be very easy to believe. I propose that we turn her mad before the real madness sinks in – when she is attacking King's Landing.'

'You want to prevent the burning of thousands of lives by causing the burning of thousands of lives? I'm not seeing the connection here,' Tyrion responds.

'If we use Daenerys know to burn down King's Landing, it will stop her from the mass burnings she would do if she did actually rule. The one burning is the sacrifice of the many. And I have a way of making that happen. Or better – Varys has a way.'

Tyrion's brow furrows. 'Why in the name of the seven hells are you including Varys into this?'

'The master of whisperers is someone who should be informed of treason against his queen, no?' Sansa asks.

Tyrion sighs before looking back over at Bran. 'What is it?'

'The queen is going to lose a lot these next couple of days. One of her dragons, one of her friends, even the love of her life, who will not know how to react to his true parentage. You've already seen it. You know.' Tyrion doesn't respond, but he nods. 'At a certain point, she is going to be at such a low point that it'll be easy to sneak into her chambers and do something. Her emotional state will be flimsy already, but not enough to the point where she is going to snap. That's when Varys will give her this.'

Sansa walks forward with a book she had been holding, up to a certain page. She lays it down in Tyrion's lap as he stared down at the pages before his eyes snapped up to her own, and then Bran's.

'Basilisk venom?'

'It's an ancient venom that can only be obtained through the Faceless Men in Braavos – something I'm sure you've heard Arya talk about since we have been here. But Varys, the master of spies that he is, has a bottle of it that he's never used – too scared of what might happen.'

'How do you know this?' Tyrion asks.

'I know all and everything.'

It was silent in the room. Tyrion stares down at the page before looking back at him. 'What is even in this?'

'It's a paste spiced with the beast's blood. To Daenerys, once he slips this into her wine and it dissolves, it will give it a nice scent, but once she drinks it, it will bring on a violent madness with anyone that has warm blood – including humans. It will change how they act, how they think, who they are – she won't even remember it if she even survived it.'

Dan takes several steps back. That was it. That was why she didn't remember. That was it.

'Alright,' Tyrion states, looking at them. 'So say she does drink this concoction. What happens next?'

'Well, we assume she burns down King's Landing,' Sansa chuckles. 'You and Varys go along with it, saying 'oh, you don't want that' when she suggests it, but she will still burn it down anyways – which you already know. After that, many men will not want to follow her. Of course, you'll need to denounce her queenship. At that point, she'll be so induced by madness that she'll throw you into the dungeon, possibly execute you. From there comes the next part of our plan – Jon.'

'Why are you involving another Targaryen into this?'

'Because even if Jon is going to be confused about his parentage and how he feels about Daenerys, we can use that. He's going to still love her – but she just burned thousands to the ground, how could he let that go? It's going to be on you to convince him to kill her. The moment he is convinced through his own emotional state, he'll kill her, and that will be the end of this dragon queen.'

'What happens to Jon after? Won't they kill him as well?'

'No. The Unsullied do not kill without command. They will throw him into a cell until everyone figures out what they want to do. Which is where you will be brought out, and you will suggest of him being sent to the Wall, where he can live out the end of his days while we rule.'

'Sounds sort of poetic, doesn't it?' Sansa states, crossing her arms across her chest. 'He started at the wall and ends at the wall.'

'It sounds like a shit deal for him,' Tyrion responds.

'Again, you sacrifice the one to save the many.' Bran looks at him. 'This is the way of the world. If you want to save us, shake my hand.'

Bran extends a hand to him. Tyrion stares at Sansa and then at Bran. 'Will it hurt?'

'No,' Bran responds. 'It will feel like she is in a dream, one that she will not wake up from. Her dragon, on the other hand, will fill as if it was sleeping.'

'Her dragon?' he asks.

'Oh, right,' Sansa states. 'Bran has the ability to warg into many things. While Daenerys is going mad, he will warg into her dragon and make sure it follows what she says. Some dragons in the past have denied their masters once they have lost their minds – we're going to make sure that doesn't happen. He will feel as if he was asleep too.'

'This sounds like a lot of magic,' Tyrion states, staring up at the two.

'To save the realm, the magic is needed. What do you say?'

Tyrion stares between the two of them before sighing, getting up from the chair and placing the book Sansa had given him down. 'I'm scared of what you might be able to cause, but at the same time…I don't want to risk the future. I want to make this world better – and if you say that is what we need to do, the knower of everything…then I will do it.'

With that, he shakes the boy's hand, as well as Sansa's. Everything faded and the world became black. There were a million voices in the air as the memory disappeared, but Dan could still clearly hear Sansa and Bran's voice. Tyrion's was gone.

'There isn't an actual vision of her burning something down?' That was Sansa's.

'No. Only of her flying her dragon over King's Landing. I saw no fire. But I do not need to see it. She is a Targaryen - we cannot risk her being queen. And neither can we with Jon.' That was Bran's.

Suddenly, the two children are blasted back into the present, and Dan gasps for air, almost falling onto the ground. Daemon comes over to her, helping her up. Blood was itching out of her nose. "Breathe, Dan, breathe!"

She shakes her head and stands, wiping at her nose. "Don't you understand what just happened?!" she exclaims. "That-they planned treason against mother! Against father! That's why she didn't remember! That's why-hold on." She races over to the bottle on the ground and closes her eyes. Memories flash by.

The world changed. She was in a room. Her head felt dizzy. Everything hurt.

She turns her eyes to see a fireplace and a woman sitting down in front of it. As she stepped closer, she saw it was actually her mother – younger. Only by a few years, but she looked…horrible.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like she hadn't gotten sleep in days. Dan looks around and realizes with a start where she was – Dragonstone. It was the same planning room she had seen in the drawings in her books.

Dan looks over at her mother, stepping forward, trying to touch her, but her hand only goes through her body. She walks away, looking around, and then moves around the corner before her eyes land on a tall, bald and fat man, pouring something into a goblet, right outside of the planning room. It was Varys. This was him.

And as Dan walked closer, she could make out the same words that had been on the bottle in the scroll.

'Venomous: Do not drink.'

"No," Dan whispers as Varys walks right through her, swishing around the goblet of wine. She knew exactly what he was trying to do – dissolve the venom.

She races back inside and watches as Varys bows to her, before settling the goblet right in front. 'You need to drink, my queen. It's been days. One isn't going to harm you.'

'I've lost everything, Varys,' she whispers, and Dan felt her heart break. She had never heard her mother in such distress besides when father died. It was like a piece of her had been ripped away. 'Two of my dragons. My friends. Many from my army…even Jon can hardly look at me with what he found out.'

Varys stares down at her before grabbing her shoulder. 'You do have one thing: your mind.' Daenerys looks up, and he squeezes her shoulder. 'And it's time we get up from this and plan our next move.'

Daenerys stares at the goblet of wine before sighing. 'I know. I just need time.' She looks at the goblet before taking it into her hands. 'I suppose one drink couldn't hurt.'

"No. NO!" Dan screams, reaching forward to try and knock the goblet out of her hand, but to no avail. Daenerys suddenly stops and looks around the room, concerned.

'Did you hear that?' she asks.

Dan looks up at her in shock. Had she heard her scream?

'There was nothing, my queen,' Varys states. 'Just drink. I think you need it.'

Daenerys stares at the goblet before looking over where Dan was. She was still invisible to the eye, but it was almost like Daenerys knew something was there. The room suddenly grew colder, colder than the coldest day beyond the wall. Dan shivers as Daenerys shakes her head and looks down at the goblet.

'I need to rest,' she states before bringing the goblet up to her lips. And then, within moments, she begins to drink from it, downing the glass within a minute. Varys chuckles as she lowers the goblet to the table.

'See? I said you needed a drink.'

Dan could see her breath in front of her. She stood and ran over to her mother, looking at her, and instantly, she could see a change in her eyes.

'Actually,' Daenerys states as she stands, walking away from the fireplace. Her voice was filled with hate. 'I think we should plan something now.' She turns to Varys, and this time, Dan took several steps back. The expression that laid across Daenerys' lips showed nothing but pure hatred, evil, everything wrong. It wasn't the mother she knew. 'Come with me…we have much to do in this meeting.'

Varys slowly nods, following after her. Dan stared at the ground in shock.

They had poisoned mother. They manipulated father. His own siblings. Her own friends.

A hand so cold suddenly latched onto Dan and she screams before she's pushed forward back into the present before she could see what it was. As she looks down at her arm, blood coming from her nose, she realizes with a start that it felt freezing. What had that been? What-

"Dan!" Daemon exclaims, running over to her. "What is it? What happened?"

Dan looks up at her brother, breaking out of her thoughts, before wiping the blood again from her nose. She takes a deep breath. And then, without blinking or stuttering, she states what she knew they both had to do.

"We need to tell mother and father." She stands and looks at the door, knowing this could change everything - but this wasn't some secret that could easily be kept down. "We need to tell them of their betrayal." She looks at Daemon. "Are you with me?"

Daemon nods quietly, standing, grabbing the scroll and the bottle. "Of course." He takes her hand. "You're my sister. I'll always be with you."

She smiles and nods, before turning her gaze back to the doors of the library. "Then let's go...this will be one interesting dinner."

And then, the two siblings walked out of the library, scroll, and bottle in hands, unsure of what the future would bring - but both knew it was what needed to be done.

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