The Darkness of Day

by WalkingPotterGirl14

He put a dagger in her heart. She died. End of story. Or was it? The Gods decide that there's more to tell, more to save, and more heartbreak to follow in the story of Daenerys and Jon's lives, starting with new revelations right outside their doors. (Rated T until chapter 26, Fix-it Fic, obvious spoilers for the show)

25. Jon: The Boat Trip

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Jon

When Jon woke up the next morning, the first thing he realized was that the spot next to him was empty.

After a few seconds, he started to remember what had happened the night before, and he had smiled so goofily he thought that it might fall off his cheeks, but there was still the question of where Daenerys had gone that lingered on his mind.

Usually, he was the first one to get up – at least from his time with her here, even when they would occasionally share a bed before. Seeing her out and about before him meant that something was happening in the pyramid and he just had no clue – as per usual.

He sighs softly and looks outside at the balcony, letting his head rest against the headrest the bed had. Had she really asked that last night?

For him to stay with her? Permanently?

Admittingly, after the day they had, he might have been hearing strange things, but he was almost positive she had said that she didn't want him to be with anyone else – and her without him.

And now that he thought about it, there was a lot of talk of romance and kissing and everything else, and yet he still hadn't kissed her. And to that, he was more annoyed at himself and the world than anything else.

Jon did love Daenerys. He never stopped. But he didn't know if she truly loved him after what he did. For every reason, she had the right not to. She had the right to kill him honestly, but she didn't. And ever since then, everything has changed. And he was happy, for the first time in years.

And seeing her act like that in front of him, showing a completely different side to the queen he was used to, made him think that maybe she felt something different too. But he wasn't about to act on it unless she did say it. He didn't want to ruin what they had right now, even if it was just their little encounters.

More importantly, he didn't want to lose what life he had. Ever since he found Dan, she had been what kept him alive. He had felt awful after everything that happened, and if it wasn't for his daughter, he knew what he would have done on that cliff.

But ever since finding Daenerys again, and finding out about Daemon, he knew he had many reasons to live again. He had found his purpose – at least one of them, and that was the make sure his family was safe and protected at all costs.

So had he gone a little far with flying to the slave masters and telling them Daenerys was married? Maybe so. Maybe a little bit.

In all honesty, he really didn't want her to marry those bastards in general. It wasn't even that he wanted her all for himself – okay, maybe it was that – but if he had to let her go because she needed to keep the peace, he would. But he knew how horrible those people could be. He knew what could happen to Dany if she married one of those men.

And he wasn't about to let that happen.

But the more he was thinking about it, the more he was starting to think that maybe something between them could happen. They had been close to kissing both times – and would have had someone not interrupted them. And Gods, did he want to kiss her.

He usually kept his thoughts about it to himself and tried to stay as neutral as possible, but fuck if he hadn't wanted that more than anything. At first, he was with her because Dan needed to be. They were on the run had to be protected. But now, he truly just wanted to feel her again against him. To kiss her as passionately as he once did. To fall asleep next to her and kiss her lips goodnight. All of that.

And he was starting to think she did too. But he was so careful about everything that he didn't flirt with her or do anything – he just spoke what he felt. About how he wanted her to stay his family, about how he felt about her getting married, about how he cared for her more than just a friend…and maybe he needed to start being a little more…he didn't know the word.

Serious? No, that wasn't it. Whatever it was, he knew it had to happen soon. Although it seemed Daenerys had intentionally agreed to not marry anyone right now, and he understood his reasoning, he knew that it was a sheer amount of time before some other lord of Essos decided that it would be beneficial to marry the dragon queen.

And as selfish as he was, he was going to try and prevent that from happening.

Gods, truly, what had happened to him? If his younger self would see him, he would laugh. There would be no possibility of this future. And yet, here he was, waking up in the bed of the most beautiful woman in the world, a supposed heir to a throne that he had been thinking about a little bit more lately, and have two children with fucking powers.

Who in the name of every lord and lady in Westeros would have predicted that?

At that moment, he starts to hear a conversation from the hallway and he listens in, leaning upon his bed. He could hear Dany's voice – there was his question answered about where she had gone – but could also hear Kinvara speaking as well.

"Why are you being so secretive?" he hears Daenerys ask. "We are all going there. Shouldn't we know where it is?"

"I can't answer that yet, my queen," Kinvara responds to her. "We have men here who cannot know. Only you and the children must. It's sacred."

He hears Daenerys sigh. A beat of silence follows before she responds. "I'll have the children and Jon ready within a few hours. We'll prepare the rest of the day and sail by night…wherever this is, it better be worth all this."

"It will be, my queen. You will see it. And your children will, as well."

After a moment, he hears Kinvara start to walk away. Daenerys opens the door and looks in before stopping at seeing Jon awake. And then the loveliest smile comes over her cheeks. "You're awake." She walks over to her desk and the morning light shines on her. Only then does he realize that she is completely clean, and in what looked like a robe.

He raises his brow at her. "Took a bath this morning, I see?"

"I couldn't stay stinking like wyvern blood forever, now could I?" She looks at herself in the morning, examining her hair. "Eleana did a great job getting it all out. I couldn't do it myself."

Jon hums, willing himself to get the picture of Daenerys naked in her bathtub out of his head. He had already had enough dreams about that lately. "Did you find out about where we are going from Kinvara? I overheard the conversation."

"No, but we are-" She stops dead in her explanation, her brow furrowed. She looks back at him with confusion laced across her eyes. "How did you understand what we said?"

He raises an eyebrow at her before nodding his head towards the door. "You two spoke in the common tongue. I could hear it through the door."

Daenerys walks over to him slowly before chuckling a bit. "Jon…we spoke in High Valyrian."

His brow raises, and he stares at her in shock. "You…what?"

She takes a seat next to him, her brow furrowed. "You never told me you could understand High Valyrian."

"I…I can't," he mumbles, glancing at the ground. He hadn't heard High Valyrian. He heard them speak normally. He didn't know that they had done that. He looks up at her. "I only ever heard it for the first time with you."

"Then how could you understand what we said?" He shakes his head after a moment, completely flabbergasted. "Wait, uh…here, try and understand this." She begins to speak, and for a second he does recognize the language, but in second, he translates it – just like that.

"Sōvegon lēda nyke," he repeats, almost shocking himself, and she smiles widely. "…fly with me."

Daenerys shakes her head, staring at him. "You swear you never spoke Valyrian before?"

"Never." He glances back at her, still flabbergasted. "I…I don't know where it came from."

She tilts her head quietly as she stands. "Maybe it came when you were resurrected?"

His brow furrows at her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Kinvara told me that when someone comes back from the dead, they're usually different than who they were before. When I came back, I felt less impulsive." She looks over at him. "I wanted to rule instead of conquer. To be there for Daemon. It was a change from how I usually went about my business, but I needed to take care of my son first. I don't know if something's changed with you…do you feel different?"

If he was being completely honest, he had felt different. The first time he had been brought back, he felt empty. He felt that he didn't have something to fight for. Now, he had his family. He had his children. He had her. But there had to be something else that suddenly had him understanding Valyrian of all things.

Because he was sure as shit that did not happen when he woke up the first time.

"I do," he admits softly, looking over at her. "A bit, yeah." He wasn't about to lay down his life in front of her, scare her off, but this little moment was enough for him to acknowledge that, yes, there was something there. "I'm just…confused as to how I understand it so easily."

Daenerys smiles a bit, and that smile made all of these strange encounters with him worth it. "Well, I like how it sounds on your tongue." She walks over to her desk. "You say you can understand it. Can you speak it? Say something to me in Valyrian."

When he thought about words, he didn't know what to say. There was no way he could just willingly speak something like that. But when he looked at her, he knew what he did want to say. And when he did, instead of the common tongue, Valyrian came out. It was almost as if when he thought he wanted to speak Valyrian, it just escaped.

"Ao sagon iēdrosa hae gevie hae se tubis nyke ēlī rhēdan ao," he states gently, causing her to turn in surprise, redness spreading throughout her cheeks. He knew what he had said.

'You're as beautiful as the day I first met you.'

After a moment, she clears her throat and turns away, but he hears her murmur a small 'thank you,' in Valyrian. He shakes his head and stares at the ceiling.

"So I rise from the dead…and suddenly I can speak Valyrian?" he mumbles, before glancing back at her. "I'm starting to think the Gods are beginning to play games with me."

"Why are you complaining about something like that?" she chuckles a bit. "Be happy that it's something interesting and not – oh, I don't know, waking up without a hand, or something like that."

"I'm not complaining," he states, standing up finally from the bed and walking over to where she sat. "It's just confusing."

"Well, I like how it sounds." She looks at herself in the mirror, letting her hair down to style. "It's almost like the Gods are recognizing you're a Targaryen." She turns to him again. "Besides, it's quite good for a Westerosi man to understand High Valyrian. Few do…even Tyrion didn't and he was my hand." He snorts at the name before looking away. "At least you know for a fact that you're a step ahead of many men back in Westeros."

"I'm a step ahead just being here with you," he answers to her. He sees more blush appear on her cheeks, but she chuckles and shakes it off, grabbing her brush. Jon's brow furrows as he stops her. "I just realized…you're in a robe. You went to go greet Kinvara in a robe?"

Daenerys places her brush down and turns to him. "I did, yes. Eleana had come in early to check on me – told her to be quiet for you sleeping – so she bathed me and did my hair. But as soon as I came out to get ready, Kinvara was knocking at the door with the children. I had to talk with them as quickly as possible because I didn't want to wake you."

Jon hmm's and glances at the door. "Now that I think about it I did hear knocking in my head while I was sleeping. Didn't know it was in real life." He glances back at her before realizing what she said. "Wait…Eleana, Kinvara and the children saw us in here?" Daenerys nods. "Both of us sleeping together?"

"Well, Eleana was the one who saw first," she states. "She saw us sleeping together. Kinvara and the children only saw you sleeping in the bed and me answering the door."

Jon's brow raises as he leans back in his chair. "Did they…ask anything?"

"Well…yes and no." At his confused expression, she continues. "Eleana didn't say anything. I was awake when she came in and she seemed surprised to see you there, but didn't ask why. She quietly took me into the bathroom and in there I told her what had happened. She understood and said that she would stay quiet."

"She really didn't ask anything? Wasn't she curious?"

"Of course she was curious," Daenerys chuckles. "But it's not a handmaidens job to ask about what they see. Only to make sure we are happy. As long as you weren't hurting me or anything, she didn't feel the need to ask questions – which would never happen in the first place." After that, she sighs and glances at the door. "Kinvara and the children, however…they asked questions."

Jon's brow raises, and he feels the edge of his mouth up into a quirked smile. "Like what?"

"Kinvara didn't seem surprised at all. She just sort of…knowingly smiled at me. She knows about possibly everything that happens in this pyramid so I'm not surprised. The children…had their own way of asking." She looks at him and starts to snicker a bit. "Daemon instantly thought we had sex."

Jon's expression turns to one of shock. "He knows what sex is?"

Daenerys throws him a look. "He's in his double years now, Jon. He's not a baby." She glances outside and rubs the back of her neck. "I've also seen guards bring women in here so it's not that hard to explain it then."

"Seven hells," he mutters.

"Either way, he did ask. I said no, and pointed to the fact that you were wearing clothes." She glances over at him and raises an eyebrow. "Were you in that last night?"

He glances down at his body and nods. He had changed into simple clothes the night before so he could sleep – she had been the one who passed out in what she wore when they got back.

"I guess I didn't notice – must have been exhausted," she states, shaking her head. "Either way, after I said no to him, Dan…started doing what she does, asking questions about possibly everything she could. If we were together, if we had kissed, what happened, why were my clothes covered in blood – the whole thing." That caused Jon to laugh, and she shakes her head. "Our daughter is going to get herself killed one of these days."

"Why do you say that?" he asks, calming himself from his laughter.

"Because she asks so many questions," Daenerys states, shaking her head. "One day she's going to ask too many and someone will get angry…they might hurt her."

"Please. Our daughter?" He looks at her, leaning now on his knees to look at her. "The one who knows how to use a sword, a bow and arrow, and can bend fire? I'm sure she would be okay if something like that happened. I said the same thing to her a long time ago, but she's grown. I believe she would be alright, completely."

"I know…doesn't mean I still don't worry," she admits. "A girl is unsafe in the world if she can't protect herself, even more so a Targaryen."

"She has us," he reassures, grabbing her hand. "And she can keep herself safe. She will be fine." Daenerys smiles a bit before moving, grabbing her brush again. Jon leans back in his chair, glancing at her as she started to run a brush through her tendrils of platinum blonde. "I thought you would have Eleana get you ready?"

Daenerys shrugs, looking at herself in the mirror. "I wanted to let her relax. I put her through a lot when I just took off to go and find you. She had to make sure the children were safe and take care of Arya as well. She deserves a morning to relax – especially somehow washing all that wyvern blood out of my hair. I swear, when I stepped out, the water was pitch black."

Jon chuckles before standing, heading back over to the bed. But as he glances back over at her, a sudden idea pops in his head. "Let me do it."

She raises an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Remember when I couldn't really do Dan's hair?" he asks her, walking up to her chair. He appears behind her in the mirror, and she looks at him through the reflection. "I need to practice if for some reason she needs it. I could practice on you."

Daenerys almost snorts but raises a hand to her mouth to stop herself from doing so. "Don't you think you should practice on something else before moving to a noble?"

"I'd prefer to do it with the real thing," he states, and that makes her chuckle.

After a minute, she gestures to him. "Fine then. Go ahead and practice." She grabs her brush and hands it to his hands. "Just don't pull my hair out."

"As you wish, my queen," he murmurs, taking it into his hands.

He starts to gently brush her hair and watches her movements, making sure that he didn't hurt her. Truth be told, he didn't really want to learn. He knew Dan was fully capable of doing her own hair. She had been for months now, and with that Dothraki girl learning how to become a handmaiden, she would know as well. Jon was looking for an excuse to touch her hair again. Ever since she had begun running her fingers through his own hair to calm him down, he started to realize she liked the same thing – so he might as well return the favor.

And judging from her expression as he glanced in the mirror, she was enjoying it. She had her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. Jon continues to brush it, listening to the rushing wind outside the pyramid.

"Dan really does like all these braids you give her," he says, and she opens her eyes to look at him in the reflection of the mirror once more. "I think she's beginning to grow into royal life, I suppose."

"I never wanted to push it on her," Daenerys says quietly. "I only wanted her to find her own way. I think once I gifted her the library, she understood a lot more of who we were as a family. Ever since then, I haven't had any other issues."

Jon nods. "I don't know how you people do all these braids." He shakes his head, chuckling a bit. "I get annoyed when my hair gets too long and bloody women put all these braids all over their hair – would drive me mad."

Daenerys chuckles and glances at him. "Can you even do one?"

Jon glances at her, and after a moment, he quietly shakes his head. She laughs, and it warms his heart.

"Give me the brush," she snickers, grabbing it from him. "I think you should stick to what you do well."

"And what is that?" he asks, taking a seat next to her again. "Fighting? Killing?"

He didn't mean to be morbid, but when Jon thought about what he did do, that was what he had always achieved in. Killing people. And a part of him hated that.

But Daenerys reaches over and grabs his hand, causing him to look up at her. "No," she says softly. "Being yourself. That's what you're good at." She moves her hand back to her brush, combing her hair once more. "Being a good father." She brushes each strand before tying it back for Eleana to work with. "Being a great swordsman." She places the brush down and turns to him. "Being Jon Snow."

He smiles a bit, watching as she got up. As she did, however, she cringes, holding the upper part of her back. His brow furrows at her pain. "What is it? What's wrong?" he asks her.

Daenerys sighs before looking down at him. "I think I might have slept wrong on my back last night. It's been a pain all morning. I think it might pass, though."

But as she goes to head to her closet, he reaches out and grabs her hand. She raises an eyebrow at him.

"I could maybe try and help?" he suggests.

She raises an eyebrow. "You can help me with my back? Do you know what to do?"

He guides her back to the chair, sitting her down. "I've been in battle if you remember. We'd hurt ourselves too." He stands and looks down at her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "If we didn't have some sort of aid to take care of us, we had to take care of ourselves. That includes massaging the muscles we would pull." He moves his hands gently. "Is this where it hurts?"

He places his fingers right where her shoulders met her neck, and she nods, watching him. "Don't hurt me, Snow," she warns.

"I could never," he responds. She nods and closes her eyes, waiting for him to try and help. Within a few seconds, he starts to slowly massage his fingers into where she felt pain, and he could tell almost instantly what was hurt. She must have pulled her neck while she slept the night before. Something like this would help her a bit.

As soon as he starts to massage her neck, she drops her head, letting out a soft groan. And he hated where his mind went when he heard that.

"Gods," she murmurs as he continues. "Where did you learn to do this?"

"I told you," he starts out. "You have to when you fight so often. The body doesn't always stay the same."

Daenerys hmms, her eyes remaining closed. Jon feels himself smile at her pleasure. He didn't think he was very good at this considering he had never used it that often, but he was happy she was enjoying it.

"If you're always this good at this I need to have you touch me more," she muses. And almost instantly, her eyes snap open and her cheeks turn red. Jon had to stop himself from laughing. "I-I didn't mean it like-"

"I understand," Jon chuckles, seeing her embarrassed expression. He stops moving his hands and looks at her in the mirror. Gods, her face was so red and it was bloody adorable. "Feel better?"

She gingerly nods, barely looking at him. He moves back, going to grab his boots from the night before so he could leave and get dressed. She glances over at him, the redness gone from her face now. "I wanted to ask you something."

She stands to walk over to him, sitting down on the bed as he puts his shoes on over his feet. "What is it?"

"When I went to find you the night you vanished, there was a plant that was burning on your balcony. Did you cause that?"

Jon shakes his head. "I didn't purposefully do it. It was actually how Jonarys got my attention. I smelt the burning leaves – he was quiet. I probably wouldn't have even noticed him if he didn't burn it. I wasn't in the right kind of mind to see anything other than…well, you know."

Daenerys nods quietly, sighing. "It was strange…I had a dream about a burning bush. I've had many dreams about so many burning things…I'm starting to wonder if I can have some without fire."

"I'm sure you can – didn't you say you had dreams of Dan before?"

Daenerys bites her lip and nods, but there was hesitation in her eyes. "I did…but I'm starting to think it wasn't her."

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

"I mean…the name that I used…it just doesn't sound like her." She looks over at him. "The girl in my dreams was young – much younger than Dan. I followed the urge to go to Westeros because I thought I would find a girl as young as the girl in my dreams, and yet…Dan isn't that. Don't get me wrong, I love Dan with every ounce of my heart but…I can't help but wonder what dreams mean."

He reaches over and grabs her hand. "I'm sure they all mean something. It just might take time to find it." She smiles a bit but doesn't look up.

"Do you ever have dreams? Or…I don't know, nightmares?" she asks him quietly. "About…what happened?" When he doesn't respond, she rests a hand gently on his clothed chest, right over the wound of where Daario had impaled him. "About this or…the wounds from your men?"

Jon sighs. "Sometimes…but I've been having many more dreams lately. Probably due to something good." She looks up at him, and he sees that same smile that he loved putting on her lips. He was the only person who could do that. And that felt fucking great.

"And…those men," she asks, her voice trailing. "The ones that killed you the first time…they're gone, correct?" Jon nods. "What happened?"

"I hung them for treason," he admits.

Daenerys nods, looking away and lowering her hand. "Good…they deserved that."

Jon looks over at her and then places a hand gently on her cheeks, tilting her head up to meet his own. "Don't focus on the past, remember?" he reminds her gently. "Only now."

Daenerys nods, sighing. "Only now."

Jon smiles a bit, happy to see her acceptance of it. A moment passes, but before he could say anything else, there was a knock at the door. Jon silently curses. "I'm going to kill whoever that is."

Daenerys chuckles, silently standing up. "Stay there." She walks over to the door and opens it. "Oh, Eleana."

"Your grace," she breathes out. "I've been knocking at the door for the last minute to get you ready! What has been-" She steps inside and stops in her tracks when she sees Jon. "Oh. I'm sorry to interrupt, my lord."

"No," Jon states, standing. "It's alright. I have to go and get ready anyway." He looks at Daenerys. "I'll see you in planning." She nods, giving him a subtle smile as he turned to go.

As Eleana stood behind him to close the door, she gives him a raised eyebrow and a smirk, but before he could say anything, the door was shut and locked.

Jon shakes his head and heads down the hallway to where his chambers were. Daenerys had mentioned the night prior that she wanted him to move into her chambers but he hadn't taken any of his items yet – nor his clothes.

He supposed that would happen another day. Now, it was time to leave to go to wherever they were going – as long as Kinvara fucking told them.

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When Jon arrived at the planning room, he could see that Daenerys was already in there with Kinvara and Eleana. All three were intuned with a map that they had on the table. He had taken to wearing something lighter for travel instead of his usual wear, but he saw that Daenerys had done the same.

She had on a light dress that was a dark blue. It had long sleeves that reached down to her thumbs but was off the shoulder. It clung to the top part of her body but flayed out at the bottom. It reminded me of some of the dresses he would see ladies wear back home. It looked beautiful on her.

At his footsteps, she glances up to where he came from. He almost felt himself laugh. As entertaining as it had been brushing her hair, Eleana had obviously done a much better job. It was in its standard curls as well as the usual braids that she wore. It suited her better than his measly hands.

"Jon. Good to see you here," Kinvara states as Jon goes to stand next to Daenerys. "My queen has informed me that you have the ability to now understand High Valyrian?"

"Yeah," Jon mutters, turning to her. "I wanted to ask you about that. Do you have any idea as to why that might be?"

"As I have said before with so many other instances – I do not know the Lord's way. He had your children grow quicker. He had Daenerys have children in the first place. He rose you both back from the dead – one of which twice. And now, you are unburnt and can understand Valyrian. There's a reason for all of this." She looks down at the map again. "Your children, if you have noticed, have stopped aging quickly."

"We have," Dany responds.

"The Lord wanted them to meet quicker – as I said before, he has given them a balance. One cannot live without the other. Because you two were so far away when they were born, He took it into his own hands." Kinvara looks back at them, letting out a soft sigh. "But now that balance will be tested."

"Right, where are we going?" Jon asks, his patience growing weary. It wasn't that he didn't believe what Kinvara said. For him to be brought back – twice – and for his own children to have some sort of powers, he knew he needed to believe in a magic of some kind. But the fact that Kinvara was being so secretive was starting to irk him.

"Somewhere not that far from here," she states, gesturing to the map. "It shouldn't take more than a week to travel there by boat."

Daenerys brow furrows. "Do you not remember the last time we traveled on a boat? Are you sure we cannot make this trip by land?"

"No. It's impossible." Kinvara looks between the two of them. "Where we are going is somewhere that can only be accessible by sea. If we were to travel on foot…it would not end well. We would have to travel along the Demon Road."

Jon feels himself let out a deep sigh. "Fucking roads," he curses.

Daenerys looks at the map before turning to her. "How many men are going to be traveling with the family and Arya?"

Kinvara raises her brow and chuckles. "There will be no men. There will be no Arya."

Jon's brow raises in complete shock, and he turns to look at the red priestess. "And why isn't she coming? She's one of the many people who can protect the queen. She appointed Arya herself." His anger got the better of him, but the main reason they took Arya was to make her feel accepted despite what had happened. And this was not what acceptance should feel like.

"I'm a bit confused by this too," Dany states, but Jon feels her silently rest a hand on his back, pressing lightly against him. He had a feeling he knew what the meant. 'Calm down. She will explain.' He lets out a deep sigh and glances at Kinvara. "She is one of my heads of guard. She's a strong fighter. Why would we not bring her?"

"Where we are going, only the blood of Old Valyria could possibly enter the gate," Kinvara explains. "They are very serious about who they let in and who they don't. People who have nothing of descent are never allowed to even step foot past it. And even if you do have blood, and are let in, there's a certain…process they go through to determine if you can stay or not."

"I'm really starting to grow concerned about where you are taking us, Kinvara," Dany admits, crossing her arms across her chest.

"You need not worry, my queen…you will be accepted. It may be a challenge at first, but it will be for the good of the children. We have to go and at least try."

Daenerys glances at Jon, who seemed just as conflicted as her. "If Arya isn't allowed to go," he starts. "Why is Eleana allowed to come?"

"Eleana has the blood of Old Valyria in her, Jon."

Daenerys brow furrows and she looks to her handmaiden in shock. "My girl, you do?"

Eleana nods gingerly. "I never told you because it was mixed in my family for a long time. But my mother was an ancestor of the first rulers of Volantis, and my father was from a girl from Lys."

"That's why they brought you to the whorehouse," Daenerys whispers, looking at her in surprise. "A Lys delight, they used to call her. Only now does it make sense. I only thought you grew up in Lys?"

Jon glances between her and Eleana, confused as all hell. "What is Lys?"

Daenerys looks at him in shock before chuckling. "You can not tell me you have never heard of Lys? The Pleasure Island?"

"I've heard of the name but never really…understood what it was."

Eleana smiles a bit. "Lys is where the blood of Old Valyria runs the strongest. It was once used as a vacation island for the dragonlords where they would…fuck the girls and drink ale for hours and hours, as my father put it. He was the child of one of the girls they would use there. Ran away to Volantis and met my mother."

"Then how did you end up here?"

"It's a long story," she states softly, glancing back at the map. "But even if I didn't have the blood, I would serve my queen the best I can from here."

Daenerys smiles gently. "It does explain your hair…it is lighter than most here." She runs a hand through the young girl's hair. "Your mother must have had hair like mine?"

"Yes."

"Hmm…well, if we are being completely honest, then maybe you shouldn't come with us." Eleana looked surprised at the statement, as did Kinvara and Jon.

"My lady, won't you want someone there to take care of you?" Kinvara asks.

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at her. "You forget I am a queen – a grown woman with children. I am quite possible of doing my own hair and giving myself my own meals. Besides, it's not like I'm going to be alone." She looks over at Eleana. "While I would love for you to come with us to where we are going, if Arya Stark is going to remain here then we need to make sure she is taken care of. Although she may guard our areas, she doesn't know the pyramid as well as she should. Eleana can stay here and help her while we are gone."

Eleana bows her head. "I will do my best to serve the young wolf."

Jon finds himself shifting uncomfortably. If Eleana kept calling Arya that, she was going to end that quite quickly. "She doesn't like to be considering a lady," he points out to the girl. She looks up at him, confused. "Arya is very…adamant about who she is. Just call her by her name."

Eleana nods. "As you wish, my lord."

Daenerys turns to Kinvara. "If we can't bring guards with us, or Arya, who will come?"

"It will be myself, you, Jon, and the two children – along with the dragons."

"You want me to bring my dragons to somewhere you are not telling us about?" Daenerys asks. Kinvara sighs.

"I am only not telling you about this because we have eyes everywhere. It is better if we stay quiet and travel with as little voyagers as possible. We are going for your children – and that means that we need to be small. The dragons will know exactly where to go – don't ask why. Everything will be explained when arrive."

Daenerys glances at the map. Jon could see the concerned expression on her face. She was conflicted.

He turns to Kinvara and Eleana. "Can I talk with her about this? Alone for a moment?" Kinvara sighs but nods, bowing her head. She and Eleana head out of the room. Once the door closes, he turns to Daenerys and comes to the table, reaching over and grabbing her hand. She looks up, quiet. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm concerned about where she is leading us," Daenerys answers, her voice quiet. "Kinvara is a secretive person – I know that. All of the red priests are and they all speak on prophecies or however…but I've never seen this much secrecy from her. She always tells me where we go and for what reason. How important could this place be if she refuses to tell us? I have absolutely no reason not to trust her…but I think of what you experienced with Melisandre and…I'm nervous about what might happen to our own children now."

Jon nods, digesting her words. He was glad she was on the same page. But he could see the frustration in his children's eyes whenever she didn't know how to understand their powers. They were struggling. And as much as he didn't want to put them in danger, he knew it was what had to be done.

"Listen to me," he says to her gently, and she looks back at him. "We'll follow what she says. It's not like we're going to have a million guards with us. If we feel that where we are going is going to end badly, then we will end her and come straight home. I've been nervous about this too, but the children need it more than we do."

Daenerys sighs but nods. "I…I understand. But even with the dragons…why would she want to bring them? And they'll 'know' where to go? What is this place?"

"I don't know…but we'll figure this out together, remember?" He squeezes her hand and offers her a soft smile, one she returns. After a moment, she sighs and nods, turning her head.

"Come in."

The two women come back into the room. Daenerys turns fully to them as does Jon.

"We will travel to this place today. But if we feel that there is a sense of urgency or anything of the above, we-"

"I understand, my queen," Kinvara says, her hands folded. "But I promise you…it will end well."

Daenerys swallows, watching her movements, before giving a curt nod. "Eleana, go tell the children we will be leaving today. Pack their things and then do mine and Jon's as well. We will sail at sunset. Kinvara, prepare whatever you are going to bring. We'll make this quick."

They both nod and set off to do their duties. When they were alone again, Jon turns to Daenerys. "Thank you, for what you did."

Her brow furrows as she folds up the map. "What do you mean?"

"For thinking of my sister – and for calming me down." He glances back at her. "You could have easily taken Eleana with us to help you but you wanted someone here that Arya knew so she wouldn't be alone. That means a lot." He rubs the back of his neck. "And perhaps I was getting a bit angry…I needed that hand."

Dany smiles a bit and nods. "Well, she's my family, too."

Jon's brow furrows. "You think of her as family?"

"Jon," she sighs, shaking her head. She walks over to him and rests her hands against his sides. "I wasn't joking when I said last night that I'm not going to let you go. Arya has suffered - if not more than both of us. We had a suspicion that Sansa and Bran had done something to us – she didn't think that at all. She needs us – and more importantly, she needs you." She rests a hand on his cheek, stroking the stubbly part of his beard, and smiles gently. "I know how much you two love each other…and she's been a valuable addition to many of the men here. I don't think I've ever seen them so in line."

Jon chuckles a bit, nodding. "She acts like that, yeah."

Daenerys expression turns back to serious, her hand still resting against his cheek. "I know that she is going through pain right now. I want to make sure that she has the support that we both do. I wouldn't want to leave her all alone here. And yes…I've told you. You are my family. Which means so is she." She lets her hand drop before smiling a bit. "Especially since she's one of the best people I've trained with."

Daenerys steps back and takes the map back into her hands. He stares at her incredulously. "I take offense to that."

"Good. You were meant to," she chuckles. He feels himself smile and glances back at the ground, letting out a deep sigh. "I'll go and talk with my men regarding what we are doing. You should go and chat with Arya now…it's better to speak with her about what happened rather than pushing it away."

Jon sighs. "I know…I just don't know how to talk with her about it," he admits, looking at her. "How do I speak with someone who now knows their family tried to actively betray their brother? That's not something I normally talk about."

Daenerys gives him a comfortable look before reaching out and grabbing his hand with her free one. "It is quite an interesting conversation, I'll give you that. But I'm sure you'll figure it out. The important part is to be there for her. If she's angry, let her be angry. If she's sad, let her be sad. She'll be thankful for it no matter how you speak of it." She reaches over and places the map under her arm. "Oh…and by the way." She raises an eyebrow at him. "You don't need to get angry."

His brow furrows. "What?"

"When you were getting angry at Kinvara for her secrecy. Trust me, I was angry too." She walks back over to him. "But anger isn't going to protect our children at this point. For now, we need to trust her, and that includes going along with what she says."

Her eyes travel up and down him for a second, and it took every part of his body not to move under her intense gaze.

"Although I will admit that anger is quite…alluring." Her eyes meet his again, and she gives that fucking smirk that she knew drove him mad. "Keep that in mind for the future. Use it. It's pleasing to see the dragon taking residence in you…I hope I get to see more of it." She reaches up and leaves a soft kiss on his cheek, permanently stunning him. "I'll see you tonight, Jon."

With that, she leaves the room, closing the door behind her. It only then did he blink and step out of his haze. Gods, she was like a bloody witch, enchanting him with her eyes.

"For fuck's sake," he mutters, shaking his head. He glances at the door and sighs. His mind and manhood aside, he knew what he needed to do, and that was speaking with Arya. She was right.

He had pushed this off long enough. So quietly, he heads out, letting out a deep sigh. It had to be done.

---

When Jon knocked on Arya's door, he heard nothing. But after a few tense moments, a soft voice echoed in the room. "Come in."

He opens the door and steps inside, looking around the room. He didn't think he had seen the quarters that Daenerys had gifted Arya yet while he had been healing, but he had to admit they were quite nice. Of course, they weren't as big as his chambers, or even the children's, but it was comfortable. She had a large bed and window that looked out into the world beneath her.

As he walks to her, he sees that Ghost was resting on her bed. He assumed that Dan's direwolf was off with the child before they had to leave her.

Arya looks up from where she sat. "Hey," she says softly. Jon sighs and moves to her left, sitting next to her while Ghost came over to him, nudging at his hand. Jon smiles a bit and scratches the animal behind his ear before turning to Arya.

"Has Eleana told you what's going to happen?"

"Yes," Arya says. "She has. Do you know how long you will be gone?"

"I'm not sure…for however long the children need to learn, I assume." He sighs and glances outside. "I didn't want to do this, but apparently it's what has to happen. Daenerys was the one who suggested that Eleana stay here with you."

"I'll have to say thank you…it'll make being here a little less lonely." She looks over at Jon and bites her lip. "I suppose you're still…reeling from the news after you went on your adventure."

"I didn't want my children to see how angry I was," he admits softly to her. "I felt so much rage inside of me – anger I didn't even think I was capable of. And then Daenerys found me and she…she talked me off a ledge, I suppose. Right now, we're trying to…move on, for the sake of the children. While we can be angry all we want about what happened, there is nothing we can truly do to go back in time and change the events. It's something we are just going to have to live with."

Arya nods quietly, looking at the ground. She sniffles a bit and wipes her eyes. "I just…I can't believe they would do something like that. Even Bran." She looks up at him in complete shock. "He never mentioned he wanted any kind of power. He said he wasn't even a Lord of Winterfell and yet now he's a king because he planned something with Sansa…and she…" Arya swallows and looks at the ground. "I knew she wanted power but I…I never thought…"

Jon looks at Arya, seeing the confusion and sadness laced within her eyes. "I know," he responds, grabbing her hand. "I didn't think it would be like this either…but for a time, we both knew it was coming." Arya looks up at him with a furrowed brow. "When I was in Dragonstone, she reveled in that position. She wanted those men. And to be honest, the only reason they appointed her as queen was that she was the only Stark left who wanted a position of power…she got what she wanted."

"But at what cost?" she whispers. "Those children…all of them manipulated you into killing Daenerys. She had those children in her, with her at the time. They manipulated you into killing our blood."

Jon hadn't thought about that. Dan had mentioned to him in the past about how he had basically killed them before they were even born, but it had never been a serious topic of discussion. But now, it felt even more real…and it only fueled a bit more of his anger. "You are right," Jon states. "But again…there's nothing more we can do for now."

He looks at Arya and then rests his hands on her shoulders. She looks up at him again.

"Dany and I still have absolutely no fucking clue where we are going," he admits to her. "Kinvara is refusing to tell us. If something happens, we are going to be back here sooner than we thought. But while we are gone, we need you to keep this place running as well as you can. Make sure people are still getting food, being taken care of, that the pyramid is protected – all of that. This is the one place that Daenerys feels safe in. And we can't let that go."

Arya looks at him quietly, before letting out a small smile. "You really love her, don't you?"

Jon doesn't answer, but he keeps his gaze on her. "Promise me you will keep this place safe."

Arya reaches up and grabs his hand that was on his shoulder. "I promise." Jon nods, letting his hands drop. Arya looks out the window, sighing. "I suppose this place can become a home for me too for a while." She looks over at him. "I don't know how I could see Sansa now…knowing what I know."

Jon's brow furrows. "Have you seen her since you've gone west?"

"Yes," Arya states, looking up at him. "I visited her before I was called down to King's Landing for Bran's bidding. She's…" She bites her lip before shaking her head. "The North isn't doing well. I can at least say that."

Jon looks at her quietly before nodding. He could feel a bit of concern rise in him at that statement, but he wouldn't respond to it now. The north was the least of his worries. "We can talk more about it when we return." He reaches over and hugs his sister tightly. "I know we'll be saying goodbye later but, might as well get a hug in now."

Arya smiles a bit and hugs him back tightly. When she pulls back, she grabs his hand. "Remember that even though you're a dragon, you're a wolf too. You're my family."

Jon squeezes her hand. "And you are mine."

---

When night came and the sun was just below the horizon, Jon watched as Daenerys came onto the ship with Kinvara. He had already said his goodbyes to Arya and Eleana, but he desired to see Dany say goodbye as well. She hugged his sister and then her handmaiden, before boarding the boat.

Dan does the same and hugs them both with Daemon, but she hugs her direwolves the hardest – especially Ghost and Ari. Dan had admitted to him that she had changed the name to not confuse it with Arya anymore. Jon wished he could bring the wolves with him, but he knew that it would be best if they were left here. Wherever they were going, they needed as little people as possible.

The children boarded on last, and the ramp was taken away. Within minutes, they were sailing away from the port and watching as Arya, Eleana, and the others started to wave goodbye to them. Jon waits where he stands while they sail, watching as the city started to shrink as they went further and further away.

"You alright there?"

He looks over to see Dany coming over to him. She had on a cloak to protect herself from the sharp chill of the wind, but she had a smile on her cheeks. He manages a quiet one. "I'm alright," he admits softly, looking at her. "I'm just…thinking."

"That could never mean something good," she teases.

Jon rolls his eyes but couldn't stop the smile that came across his face. He loved this side of Daenerys. Absolutely loved it. It was a side that no one else got to see.

She always had the face of a ruler when she was in her audience chambers, remained as cordial and queen-like as she could when dealing with issues of the people she ruled over. But when it was just him and her, she had this hidden personality – one where she was a bit like Arya. She played jokes, she teased, she would laugh about silly things – it was refreshing to witness it when she was so different with other people.

"Stop," he chuckles, nudging her side. "I'm serious."

Daenerys looks up at him as she moves to where he stood at the edge of the boat. "What are you thinking of?"

He bites his lip and glances back at the ground. "Of the last time we were on a boat, honestly." He looks over at her. "I'm terrified Bran is going to find us." As he says that, their four dragons suddenly lurch up into the sky and fly over them, heading in the direction of the boat. But even that did not calm his nerves. "I can't have us suddenly being thrown overboard again."

"Well, this time at least if it does happen, it's just the five of us. And, the dragons are near us. They would be able to help us."

Jon watches as the dragons fly out of his line of sight. Kinvara was right. It was as if they knew where to go.

"I don't know," he mumbles, before looking down at her. "You put a little too much faith in these dragons. What if they can't sense us?"

"If we are truly in danger and a dragon is nearby, they can. Drogon saved me that day in the fighting pits," Daenerys insists. "I didn't call for him. He came to me because he knew I was unsafe. Think of Jonarys, Jon. He came out of nowhere because he sensed your inner turmoil. The dragons do have a connection with us. You just need to believe that it happens."

There was so much passion in her eyes that it made him want to believe. He wanted to believe the world would turn out exactly as they wanted for her, but at the same time, he needed to stay alert as well. "For your sake, I'll try," he says to her.

Daenerys nods and looks out at the sea, smiling a bit. "Good. That's all I ask for. I know this whole…Targaryen dynasty is hard to understand."

"It's not hard, it's just…a lot to think about it. Especially since it's more than just the two of us now," he admits, glancing to where the children were in the brig of the ship. "Who knew Kinvara could steer a boat?"

"The red priests and priestess are people of many talents. They travel the world – I supposed they need to master the ways of transportation."

Jon looks down at her before nodding towards where the red priestess was. "Do you believe her? The Lord of Light and the God of R'hollor?"

Dany bites her lip and sighs. "I…want to. I mean, we are here, aren't we? Both of us, alive? And somehow, we have children with powers bestowed on them. I mean…that's quite hard not to believe…but then there's also my family. We worshipped Valyrian gods of the past – my ancestors named their dragons after them. And I know Westeros isn't a large follower of R'hollor either." She sighs and looks up at him once more. "The world is full of so many complicated religions and powers. It's amazing how it doesn't stop turning. Many cities here still run on slavery. I hate it."

Jon raises an eyebrow. "Then why didn't you do something about it?"

Daenerys bites her lip again. "I wanted to," she admits. "I wanted to fly to Volantis and burn down those walls and let the slavers go. I know who lives beyond those hills, away from the people in the streets. They don't deserve it. But I never did. Drogon took me away from the fighting pits, and from there I found my Dothraki. After that, my advisors thought it would be better to sail straight for Westeros while I had my power…if I could go back and change it, I would. I feel horrible for the people there. I wish I had freed them when I had the chance."

Jon stares down at her, captured by her sympathy. This was the woman he had heard about from across the Narrow Sea. The woman who bleeds freedom for the people who deserved it. The woman who wanted to give innocent lives a chance to live. The poison given to her made so much more sense now. It really had changed her mind.

He moves his gaze and looks out at the water again. "I mean…on the bright side, if you didn't come when you did, we might not have met…the children might not be here."

At that, a small smile comes over her cheeks. "No, I don't believe that." She glances up at him. "Whether I came then or now doesn't matter. I think we were always meant to cross paths, Jon Snow. Think about it." She reaches out and grabs his hand. "You were born in ice at House Stark – I as House Targaryen, in fire. And now, the children are a union of ice and fire – a balance, just as Kinvara said. I know eventually, we would have seen each other, whether in the past or in the future."

Jon looks down at her as she looks back out at the water. "You didn't seem to believe that when we saw each other in White Harbor again."

"I was angry and confused and upset. Do you blame me?"

"No," he answers quite quickly, which causes her to chuckle.

It was silent between them before she moves her gaze back to him. "I've been keeping my nerves preoccupied with the second boat trip the two of us we're on…when we sailed to White Harbor to go to Winterfell."

His brow raises in complete shock and he moves his eyes down to her own. "That's what you've been thinking about?"

He sees her cheeks visibly turn red but she laughs. "What? It's a good memory of us on a boat!" She glances back at the water. "I'm trying to think of things that keep me happy so I don't, you know, have a panic attack about us being out here. It's frightening."

Jon nods, understanding, but out of everything she could be thinking about, that was something he was not expecting. "I just didn't think you…would think of that as a good memory."

"In the past, no," she says softly. "But now? It's nice to think of…our children probably came from that boat trip. I can't imagine my life without them." She bites her lower lip, smirking a bit. "I also might have quite enjoyed our time together, so that's nice to remember as well, don't you think?"

Jon doesn't say anything, but he glances over at her. Gods, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to so badly. He was holding back every fucking urge right now. That smirk was tempting.

"You are so different, Daenerys," he whispers, trying to shake his urge from his head.

"As are you," she whispers back. The water crashing beneath them on the boat almost overtook her words. "But that's a good thing, right?"

He could even see the hesitation in her gaze as if trying to reassure herself that yes, it was alright to speak like this. And he nods softly. "It's not a good thing." He sees the light diminish from her eyes. "It's an amazing thing, Dany." The light ignites again, and she smiles at him.

At that moment, however, Dan suddenly appears from the door, opening it up. "Can you two please come down? We are starving."

Daenerys chuckles and looks to her. "We will be there in a moment, my dear." Dan rolls her eyes but steps back in, leaving them alone again and the tension diffused a bit. Daenerys turns to him. "You're going to be in my chambers on this boat, correct?"

His brow raises. "I thought that was only in Meereen?"

Daenerys looks at him with a sly smile on her cheeks. "Oh no. That's everywhere, Jon. I told you, I'm not letting you out of my sight. Not for a second." She leans up and whispers in his ear. "And if you think I'm ever going to let you sleep alone again, you've truly lost your mind. Especially now that you've bonded with Jonarys." She pulls back and has that smirk and fuck him, he was dying here. "But again, I suppose that's a good thing, right?"

She walks back after that, leaving him speechless for the second time that day. As she does, she glances at him.

"Come on. The children are going to battle us if we don't feed them."

Jon shakes his dirty thoughts from his head before following after her. If he wasn't careful, he was going to end up doing something bad. But at the same time…would Daenerys mind?

'Stop,' he instantly tells his head as he goes into the brig. 'Be a father and feed your bloody children. Stop thinking of Dany like that.'

But as he watched her sit down at the table, grabbing some of the food the cooks had made for them in advance of their trip, with that same smile he had fallen for years ago, his mind couldn't help but go back to that place each time. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad. But he wasn't going to do anything unless she said so.

He needed to control himself before the real dragon was bloody let loose in him.

---

A week passes and they still haven't arrived at where Kinvara was telling them they were going to.

It wasn't like he was expecting them to. Kinvara said that it would take them about a week and it should be soon, but it was more like it was never-ending on this boat. Mainly because of his family. Each of them had something going on that he knew if they did not get off this boat soon, he was going to lose his head.

Daemon wasn't as bad as the other two. In fact, Jon found himself confiding in his son a lot on the boat. He would talk about the dreams he was having late at night when Dany and Dan would fall asleep, and they would chat for hours.

It was times like this where Jon could really connect with his son, speaking about his past, his battles that Daemon loved to listen about, the people he had met. While he loved both of his children, he will admittingly say that he had been focused on Dan for so long because she had been the one hurt the most out of the two of them.

Being here with Daemon was a chance to see what he thought about the world, and who he was. He had this whimsical look on his face whenever Jon would tell him about his time beyond the wall, or the soldiers her fought. It seemed that he was growing as interested in history as Dan was.

The only issue with Daemon was that he, while in Jon's absence, had become a bit of a joker.

It wasn't bad. His jokes didn't harm Jon or cause him any discomfort. They would just happen out of nowhere and surprise him so inconveniently he'd be annoyed as all hell – and every single bloody joke reminded him of what Arya used to do to him when she was younger.

For example – on their boat, it was quite small. It was a way of staying low while traveling by sea in case Bran was watching them. They had one bathing chambers, and since Eleana nor Asi was here to take care of them, it was up to themselves to bathe and clean. It wasn't as if it was a big deal, but that meant they were all in very close quarters.

Jon used one of the days to use the bathing chambers, as his body was beginning to smell of sweat from practicing during the day. But when he came out, the clothes he had laid out for him to wear were gone.

He had looked all over in his bloody towel, trying to find them, only to see that they had been hidden under the dining table the whole time. He was lucky the three girls were out on the deck when he was looking. And when he did find them, he had heard a young chuckle come from the boy, who instantly ran off.

They were harmless, but that didn't mean that Jon was getting used to them. It was a miracle neither Dan nor Daenerys saw him completely nude. Or Kinvara…that would be interesting if she did, though. Now that he thought about it, she probably had when she brought him back.

That thought gets pushed away, replaced with Daemon once more, wondering where he had learned these types of jokes. He assumed he was only growing bored of being on the ship and that was why he was doing it, but he had a feeling it had been Arya who had taught him. His sister had been growing close with the children – which he was very happy about.

It was all he could want, for them to get along.

He had seen Arya speaking with Dan a lot, telling her of her stories of traveling across the world, fighting people. She would even occasionally train with her. Daemon, on the other hand, was interested in whom she had met, not of her stories. He had always been curious about what laid west of Westeros and Arya had told him of the strange people on islands, the ones among the sea. It was nice to see such fascination on the boy's face.

But at the same time, Jon also knew that was where the boy got these little jokes. And it was going to drive him mad.

Dan, on the other hand, had been growing bored. Jon had learned that his daughter needed to be consistently active. Whether that was reading in her library and diving into memories, or practicing her bending abilities, or doing sword-work or hunting or whichever she chose. She was consistently doing activities so she wouldn't be sitting down.

But while on a small boat, there weren't that many things to do. Kinvara had pleaded with her not to practice her magic for the sake of the wood they were sailing on, and also not to go into the memories of books until they arrived at where they were going so the powers could be even stronger. She couldn't really hunt because they were out in the middle of the sea. So she was stuck with swordplay.

And even that was starting to get on her nerves. She loved using her sword and practicing, but when it was quite possibly the only thing she could do to keep her mind active, she would get restless. She could practice with Jon, Daemon, even Daenerys, but after some time she would sit down and stare out at the sea, clearly agitated. Sometimes the dragons would fly past them on their way to wherever they were going and she would perk up, but it wasn't like she could fly them, so she would perk right back down.

He didn't blame her. He wanted to get to wherever they were going too, but for the sake of time, they needed to make the best out of a bad situation.

Even so, at night he would still speak with her, see how she was doing, laugh with her and send her off to bed. While her boredom and constant jabbering happened through the day, it ended at night and she went to sleep easily with her brother.

But Daenerys…oh, she was the absolute worst.

Not in a bad way. Not in that at all. In fact, he was pretty sure during this whole week, they hadn't been closer. And it was starting to fuck with his mind.

They would do what they usually did, sleep in the same bed with her body cuddled into his side. She would be asleep in minutes and all would be fine, but as soon as she woke up, that's when this different version of her came out. He could almost fucking swear that she took longer in the morning to get dressed before he did so she could catch him looking at her.

It wasn't like he did – he tried very hard not to. But when she did finally leave the room, he would let out the biggest sigh of relief.

But it didn't end there. During the day, it could get possibly worse. Because there was so little to do in the boat, they were consistently around each other. It wasn't like he hated it, but the way she looked at him made him practically forget the concept of language.

She would give him that fucking smirk that he wanted to wipe right off her face, touch his hand gently whenever they would talk – he could have sworn one night when he was training with the children, trying to improve their footwork, she was fucking him with her eyes.

And that wasn't it either. In the morning, it drove him absolutely up the wall – because of course, he was a fucking man, and he couldn't control his bloody body when he slept, but she took advantage of that. Oh, by the gods, she did. And occasionally, when he would try to ignore that stupid sensation that he had down there and just enjoy his arms wrapped around her, she would grind her body deeper into his in his sleep, making him fucking curse so loudly in his head that he wanted to scream.

And then an hour later she would get up and yawn like she hadn't just set every fucking desire of his on fire. He would have to pretend to stay asleep until she left, and then try to calm himself the fuck down.

He swore that she knew she was driving him crazy. The way she looked at him made him think that at least, but if he didn't get off this boat soon, he was going to fucking cave. There was so much he could take.

Right now, he was in the dining room they had on the boat, looking down at a parchment of paper while eating a pastry that Eleana had prepared for them a few days prior. He hadn't eaten it yet because he wanted to see if the children would get to it first, but because they were so close to where they were going, he thought 'fuck it, I deserve it after this bloody trip.'

As he sat there, writing down a list, he heard the door open and close. He glances his head up to see Daenerys standing there and instantly, all of his dirty thoughts come racing back to him, but he pushes them deep down. That was not what he needed right now.

'What if she wants you to do exactly what you're thinking?' his mind whispers to him, but he pushes that voice out as well. He couldn't let that take over.

"What are you doing?" Daenerys asks gently.

Jon sighs and glances back at her. "I haven't really been keeping up with the moons lately, but I've had a feeling that the twin's name day is coming," he admits to her quietly, and she nods, confirming what he says. "I found Dan when she was around three months and kept track since then…I've been thinking of what to possibly get them after the year that we have had."

Daenerys moves to sit next to him and gently takes the list from his hands. She chuckles at one of the options and he raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I'm just snickering at the engraving," she says quietly, placing the list down. "On Dan and Daemon's swords. We both know that they aren't going to last long with how they have grown."

"I know," Jon mutters. "It's hard to figure out what to get them when they're not normal children, you know?"

Daenerys glances at him and then at the list. "How about you have that blacksmith make them their own swords? Out of Valyrian steel?"

His brow raises in surprise. "He was only able to re-forge them. I don't know if he might have any more steel for me to use on swords for the children."

"It's worth a chance," Dany says, nodding to the children of where they were on the deck behind the closed door. "They would be overjoyed if they got that. I would have it done myself but I have absolutely no idea where you found this blacksmith that did my own sword…I'm probably better at preparing a festival for them rather than gifts."

Jon chuckles a bit, looking at her. "Don't say that. You're great at many things, you know that."

Daenerys smiles and lets out a soft sigh before standing up. "Kinvara says we should be arriving soon…I'm not seeing any serious danger yet, although there is a solid mist that is covering the boat right now. I don't understand how she can see through it."

"At least we'll be getting off this bloody boat," he mumbles, shaking his head.

She raises an eyebrow at him, chuckling. "What? Are you losing it?"

"You have no idea, Dany."

She tilts her head softly at him before coming to his side. "What is it? I can help."

"No," he instantly states before calming himself. He wasn't about to let out his sexual frustrations on Dany herself. "No, it's alright…I've just been having some…strange dreams and all. I think being cooped up on the boat has made them more prevalent."

"Oh," she mumbles, before looking at him. "I mean, I'm right there. I'm always there to help if you need it."

"I know, Dany," he breathes, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, he instantly regrets how he was acting. He could see the hurt in her eyes at his dejection. Before he could speak, she goes to stand.

"Alright, I'll, uh…get out of your way then."

As soon as she goes to leave, he reaches out and grabs her hand. "Stop," he requests softly. She does as he says and turns back to him, her eyes to the floor.

He pulls her towards him and then takes her other hand, looking up at her from where she stood.

"I'm sorry," he says to her gently. "I shouldn't be taking my stress out on you. You do not deserve that."

"Then why are you?" she asks, and he could hear the clear objection in her voice. "I'm only trying to help…I thought we told each other we wouldn't be keeping secrets from the other from now on."

"We did…and there isn't a secret. I've just been stressed. That is all. I'm worried about you and the children and everything in-between. That's why I'm acting the way I am. But I shouldn't have snapped at you. I am sorry."

Daenerys watches him quietly before nodding. "It's alright." Only then does he realize she's wearing a variation of the same dress that she wore the day they left, only in a dark red. Since they have been on the boat, she had stayed in regular clothing so traveling would be easier, but now she was all dressed up. His brow furrows.

"Why are you all…queen-like, looking?"

That causes her to chuckle before she looks back at him. "'Queen-like?'" she teases before taking a seat next to him again. "If we're going to be arriving soon, I can't show up looking all undressed. Wouldn't you agree?"

Jon nods quietly, smiling. "I suppose for a queen." He looks down at the dress before glancing back at his list. "It's good. It looks beautiful on you."

"Thank you," she says softly before glancing at the pastry he was eating. "What is that?"

"Oh – it's a strawberry cake," he says, pushing it closer to Dany. "Eleana made some of them before we left and I wanted to wait until the children had some but, uh…it's at the end of our trip and I was hungry." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, before handing it to her. "You can have some if you'd like."

Daenerys rolls her eyes, but couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. "Typical man to hog all the food to yourself," she muses. Before he could fight her on that, she stops him. "I'm kidding, calm yourself," she snickers. As she pulls the pastry towards her, she takes a small bite of a side he didn't eat, before pulling back.

He almost laughs as she does. Eleana had placed a type of cream on the top to make it sweeter – and it was now all over Dany's lips. She stares at him as he holds in his laughter, but the look on her face was too much.

"What is it?"

He shakes his head, placing his mouth in his hands. She stands and glances at herself in a hanging mirror before throwing him a look of annoyance, and that causes him to break, making him laugh.

"Oh, har har, you're so hilarious, Jon Snow." She grabs a napkin and wipes the cream off of her lips, before looking to him. Quietly, she smirks and walks over. As he lifts the pastry to his lips, she suddenly shoves it into his mouth, causing the cream – and the pastry – to splatter all over his face.

He stares at her in shock as she begins to laugh, moving away. "Oh, you're going to get it!" he exclaims, standing up and grabbing the destroyed pastry in his hands. He rushes over and she jumps in the other direction, snickering as she did, trying to avoid his messy fingers. He lurches out of nowhere and grabs her from behind, pulling her close, and she squirms to get away.

"Stop!" she commands, but she was laughing at the same time. He pushes her down and then rubs his hand all over her face, covering her in the pastry. She squeals in shock, moving away, and it was his turn to laugh now.

"Don't mess with a – oh shit!" This time, Dany had taken most of the cream off of her face and ran at him. He runs away, clearly quicker than her, but didn't realize that the chair he had been sitting in was not tucked into the table. He practically tripped and fell right on top of it but before he could get up, he felt the cream from the pastry smear right back into his face – followed by a laugh and a yelp.

His eyes open and he quickly catches Daenerys as she suddenly trips from a spare wooden board on the old floor of the ship. He grabs her tightly, and as soon as she looked at him, she started to laugh again. Her laugh only edged on his.

They looked like children who got into the kitchen by accident.

After a moment, he starts to realize the position they were in. When she had tripped, he had pulled her into him to stop her from falling onto the ground, and she now sat straddled on his lap to keep herself steady on the moving ship. She seems to realize it too and her cheeks turn red after a moment, through the cream.

Jon clears his throat and reaches over, grabbing a napkin. "Let's, uh…get this off of you," he murmurs, moving to her cheeks and wiping the cream from her face. She doesn't say anything but watches his hand as he does it. "I'm sorry I, uh…lost it there. Not very noble-like to start a food fight."

As he lowers the napkin onto the table, he glances at the hinge of her breasts – which was now covered in cream. It had dripped down, and now her dress was stained.

"Shit," he curses. "I'll go grab some water and-"

"You make me feel like a child again," she murmurs.

His head snaps up to her, and he feels himself still at the way she was looking at him. Her eyes were filled with so many emotions that glued him directly to his seat. Desire, lust, happiness, passion – but more importantly, one he hadn't seen in her eyes in a long time – love.

"Dany…" he whispers, but she shakes her head at him before she rests her hands against his cream-covered cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, looking at him with the utmost sincerity. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you when I first saw you again. I'm sorry for not trusting you. I'm sorry for everything."

"You have nothing to apologize for," he says to her softly.

"Even so…you've done nothing but been the most…amazing man. I haven't smiled like this since I was a little girl, and yet you make it seem so…normal." Her thumb starts to stroke his cheek, and he feels himself let out a soft sigh as she does. "Ever since I've met you again…I have never been happier. I can't even…begin to fathom what life would be like without you."

His brow furrows as he stares at her in surprise. This confession was coming out of nowhere. The past week had been filled with plenty of stares and glances, but he didn't think it would end like this. "I…how long have you been thinking this?"

"For a while," she admits softly. "I mean, I've told you how much you mean to me, but…with what's happening right now…I need you to understand. I mean…I feel like I've been dropping hints this whole entire week and you've been completely oblivious."

He almost starts to laugh. He wasn't crazy. "So you have been doing all that to drive me mad?"

"I didn't think it would drive you mad," she chuckles, shaking her head. "I thought you would lean over and do what I intended to happen – I guess I was wrong and I have to do this myself."

Those words had stilled him from talking, but she looks at him as serious as she could, her body close to his, pressing against his chest, her forehead against his own, cream and all. Her hands remain on his cheeks, the softest smile he had ever seen, one that made his heart melt.

"I'm done playing these games," she whispers, her eyes searching his. "We've been dancing around each other for I don't even know how long and I don't want to anymore."

He couldn't speak. It was as if all words had left his mind. But he tried to for her. "W…what do you mean?"

She lets out a soft sigh. "Gods, you really are oblivious," she whispers, but it was said with nothing but a smile upon her lips. "I want you to be with me, Jon."

Those words seemed to stop the world around him. All he could do was stare at this beautiful, stunning woman in front of him and wonder if she was telling the truth. Was this really her openly saying to him that she wanted him? Did she want to be together again? Like they had been years ago?

"I…I already am with you," he states, swallowing.

Daenerys begins to chuckle and shakes her head. "Jon…" She moves her hands down to where his pants were, before moving his hands that were locked around her waist to her lower body, right above her ass. He felt his face turn redder than a tomato, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. "I mean all of me…everything."

Jon stares at her, his hands resting on her body, almost too afraid to move. Was this a dream? Was any of this real? But her body felt real, and her breath felt real, and her eyes felt real as well. This had to be real…it had to be.

"Dany…" he whispers. His eyes flick towards her lips – and maybe for once, this would be it. This could be the moment he had been fucking dreaming about for he didn't know how long now. He leans up, his forehead against hers, and she makes no move to pull away.

Their lips were so close, and he could almost feel her trembling under his hands. She was nervous, and so was he, but he knew this was what felt right. But right before he could lean up and press his lips against hers, there was a sudden lurch in the boat, and he held onto her tightly before she tumbled to the ground.

And then, everything stopped. The boat seized movement.

"What…what's happening?" Daenerys asks, finally moving her gaze away from him and toward the door. She gets up off of his lap, glancing outside. Jon stands and takes the towel, finally wiping the cream off of his face before silently readjusting himself. That had been…something.

"I think we might be here," he says to her, walking over.

He could see the disappointment in her eyes. "I thought we would have more time," she whispers, glancing out the window of the door.

Jon looks down at her before reaching over and grabbing her hand. She quietly looks up, clearly embarrassed about what she had said, but he brings a hand to her cheek and strokes it softly.

"Later, alright?" he asks her.

Daenerys lets out a disappointed sigh but nods all the same. He leans down and gives her a kiss on the forehead, knowing that when they did have this conversation, he didn't know how much he could hold himself back. If not for that lurch, he didn't know what he would have done.

He opens the door and lets Daenerys walk out first, as she grabbed her cloak and covered her body to hide the cream from their little food fight. He walks over, seeing Dan and Daemon staring out at the mist in front of them. Jon's eyes follow theirs and he sees they were floating near ruins of what looked like old towers and large buildings.

Where were they?

"Kinvara." Jon looks over at the red priestess, who was smiling. "Where have we sailed to?"

The dragons came from behind them, screeching in the sky, before taking a seat on the grounds next to the river. "We have arrived at exactly where we need to be."

"No."

Jon looks over to see Daenerys taking a step back. "My queen-"

"No, I know exactly where we are. This is the Smoking Sea. Anyone who ventures into here dies – especially people like us. The Doom still resides. We shouldn't be here. We need to turn back."

Jon could see the frightened expression on her face, but Kinvara raises her hand at her.

"My queen, please. We are not going to travel any further until I have done something." She looks at Jon. "Please, Jon. I would never try to harm you or the queen or the children. I am only here to guide and help you."

Jon looks over at Dany, her frightened look only changing a little to confusion and concern. She moves her gaze to him and he reaches out to her, grabbing her hand. She sighs.

"I…I just don't know. I know the horrors of which the ruins of Old Valyria can bring." Dany looks to Kinvara. "If we even so much as get burned or shipwrecked or whatever, I will have you eaten."

"My queen, we will not be sailing through the ruins."

Her brow furrows. "Then why are we here?"

Kinvara only offers a smile and turns to the ruins in front of them. "Go to your parents, children."

Dan and Daemon rush over to Jon and Daenerys, who both collectively take one of them into each of their arms. They watch as Kinvara chants something in High Valyrian, over and over, until suddenly, two torches on the right side of the Smoking Sea light up, igniting.

Kinvara smiles and looks to the dark space in front of them. "Masters of fire and breakers of the earth. The servants of the Lord of Light. The riders that mount that sky. Reveal yourself for your dragon brothering – we have a gift we must train!"

Dany and Jon share a look. Had she lost her mind?

"Kinvara," Jon tries, but the red priestess shoots him a glare.

"Stay quiet!"

He shuts his mouth, watching as she turns back around. Quickly, she chants something else in High Valyrian. "Eman Daenērys se Ionos Targārien, along lēda pōja riñar, dan se daemon. Pōnta jorrāelagon aōha dohaeragon. Se vys jorrāelagon aōha dohaeragon. Kostilus, rual īlva rȳ se kesi repay ao lēda ābrar."

"She's mentioning us," Jon says to Dany. "And saying something about repaying with life."

"I know," Dany mutters, looking at him. Both of them hated what went through their minds, but when their eyes connected, they knew. They knew what they needed to do.

They quietly push the children behind them, both of them looking up at the two adults in question before Jon and Daenerys started to sneak up behind Kinvara. Dany glances at Jon and nods her head. Their hands go to the hilt of their swords. Jon prepares to pull when he suddenly hears a crinkle, and crack.

His head glances up and he feels like he's in some sort of dream. The sky around him began to break, and fall into the water beneath them. Daenerys stares up in surprise as little pieces of clouds begin to fall into the river. Her eyes follow as the ruins in front of her seem to seemingly disappear, and the sun begins to shine.

Jon feels heat hit his face, and bright light envelops his vision. He looks away as he continues to feel pieces of what felt like the world falling around him until it was silent. And then, he heard a dragon screech.

He snaps his head up and looks to see Drogon, Jonarys, Joraharion, and Visenya fly off, except they were flying off with three more dragons. No, no…five.

Jon's brow furrows as he steps closer to the edge of the boat while it starts to move. Daenerys brings a hand to her mouth, tears in her eyes, while Daemon and Dan run to the edge to watch the dragons fly high.

There were beautiful canals in front of them that lead to towers that seemed to have no end, all built with beautiful stone that seemed to be forged from dragon fire. At the very top, there didn't even seem to be an area where there would be a roof. The ruins they had just seen weren't ruins anymore, and they were beautiful long columns that extended out into a sea behind them – the Summer Sea they had just sailed from.

Jon turns his gaze back to the buildings. All of them seemed to have spirals of sorts, and at the end of each building, it would lead out into some street in the distance, filled with what looked like shops and blacksmiths. He looks up into the sky as he hears another screech, and sees four more dragons, all of different colors.

As they sailed, people who looked almost identical to Daenerys stared at them, quiet, some whispering to each other. But not every single one of them bore her details. Some looked like him, dark hair and eyes. It was a mix of differences.

They sail all the way to what looked like the edge, and Jon sees a man step out with a woman, him with dark hair and the woman with light hair. There was a boy that looked to be slightly older than the twins, along with a girl who was a bit younger. The boat stops, and the family stares up at what looked like a castle, fitted with what looked like green-emerald stone, and at the very top column laid a dragon statue, made of pure gold.

"What is the meaning of this, Kinvara?!" the man hisses at the red priest as Jon – rather clumsily – stepped out of the boat with Daenerys and the children, still shocked at what he was seeing. This…this couldn't be.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but something has come up with the Targaryen family. Their children possess powers you can help us with that no other living person can. No one has seen us come here, and it was only the five of us traveling. We would be so honored if you would do your trails to allow the Targaryen family to stay with you while you train."

The man stares Jon down, approaching him. He was taller in size but didn't seem to have as much muscle as he would expect from someone who seemed to rule. "The Targaryen's, huh?" he snorts. "The cowards that left us. It was only a matter of time before your many layers of followers somehow found us."

Daenerys steps forward, her brow furrowed. "I'm sorry…"

The man glares at her, before addressing her with his name. "Aenar Galareon," he mutters.

"Aenar," she answers, her voice softer now at his angry demeanor. "Where…I was told for years Valyria was ruined…how is this possible?"

"Many things are possible when magic is in the world – and it runs strong in Old Valyria."

The woman steps forward with her voice, and she walks to Daenerys. It was strange, how she possessed the features of Dany but looked so different at the same time. Her face was shaped quite differently, and she was taller, almost pear-shaped, but she had that grace that all Valyrian people seemed to possess.

"Since we don't even allow people without the blood of Old Valyria past our gates, consider that your first trial passed," the woman states. "But you are going to have to explain yourselves if you want any chance of getting out of here alive."

Daenerys takes a step back, looking around. "So…this is..."

"Yes," the woman states. "Welcome to Valyria…for now."

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And the dragonlords live.

To be honest, I've been reading the lore that George R.R. Martin has written for this world and I think it's a damn shame that Valyria wasn't in the show - so now they are alive in my story? How? Well, you'll see next chapter!

and also man I'm sorry I just got a comment that I'm blue balling you guys and I promise the smut will come soon and so will the kiss I got a plan with my madness, just trust it haha

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