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Jon
To say he was still in shock would be an understatement.
The moment Jon walked himself into the hallways of this supposed legendary city, he felt himself grow silent. He had absolutely no idea how to talk with these kinds of people. Yes, he was with Daenerys for he didn't know how long now, but these people…he didn't feel as if it was Dany.
They felt cold. They felt bad. And everywhere he walked, he felt like eyes were watching them.
He was sure it would be explained later on as to how they are even alive in the first place. He had lived off of the stories that Valyria had died in the Doom, as Daenerys had said when they rode up to the ruins. But right now, it didn't feel very ruined.
No, in fact, it felt quite alive.
"I can't believe you would bring absolute strangers here, Kinvara," Aenar says as he leads them into a large room. Above them, there are paintings of what looked like dragons across the ceiling, of all different kinds and sizes, as well as what seemed to be family portraits. Beneath that were benches that seemed to be made from gold and wealth undeniable to only Valyria.
And in those benches were people, who were all staring down at them.
As they walked forward, he feels someone grab his hand and looks behind him to see Daenerys. The look she gives him is one filled with concern and fear. And he knew it. He felt it too.
"I won't let anything happen to us," he whispers to her. "I promise."
Right now the dragons were flying around who knew where in Valyria and it truly was just them. Daenerys nods quietly, glancing around the room. He watches as Aenar goes to sit on a throne in the front, made of ancient black stone that seemed to dim the room, carved into what looked like the head of a dragon. The two children from before sit in opposite thrones, much smaller, while the woman sits in one equal to the man.
It was silent. Everyone was looking.
"Dragon riders of old," Kinvara finally states, walking forward to them. "I know that we have shown up a time that is most unfortunate for all of us. I know that letting people in is not something you normally do. But I most propose you make an exception for the Targaryens."
"Why should we?" Aenar asked, his voice angry. "They left Valyria more than four hundred years ago! Why should we suddenly allow them back into our ranks?!"
The woman looks to him. "Aenar." Her voice was firm but quiet. He looks over at her and she offers him a stance glance. The man sighs before lowering his head, nodding at her. She turns to them. "While I am sure that you have all the explanation you can muster, Kinvara, we are forgetting that we have people in here that must have questions as to who we are."
Kinvara nods, turning to Daenerys and Jon. "You must be confused."
"You don't say?" Jon mutters.
"Kinvara, what is the meaning of this?" Daenerys instantly asks. Jon could feel the eyes of the people above blazing down on them. "Why could you not tell us that we were coming here? Of all places?"
"Because the Valyrians have kept their home a secret for years because of people like me. I'm not allowed to speak of it outside of its walls."
Daenerys' brow turns to the woman. "I'm sorry…I am so confused as to what is happening. I know we barged in on your way of life but can you please explain to us how this is? I have lived for years under the impression that my ancestor's way of life was destroyed years ago."
"Your ancestors?!"
"Aenar." The woman's voice was firm and he throws his hands up in the air, shaking his head, but allows her to continue. "I'm sorry for my husband's temper. We haven't had a sudden visit to our home in years. It was quite a surprise."
She stands and walks to Daenerys and Jon, looking at them both.
"My name is Saeresa Galeron. We have been rulers over Valyria for more than three hundred and fifty years. That is my youngest, Nesara." The little girl from before gives them a smile and waves. "And my oldest, Zaevar." The boy doesn't do much, but he offers a small nod, glancing at them all.
"Saeresa," Daenerys says softly. "That's the ancient house name of Valgyreon."
"Yes, it is. I'm glad you know your history," the woman muses, looking at her up and down. "But forgive me, you had questions, correct? I am commonly referred to as the knower of knowledge here."
"How?"
This one comes from Dan, who steps forward. Her brow was furrowed. She bows her head a bit.
"Forgive me. My name is Dan, and this is my brother, Daemon." He offers a quiet wave from her right, still looking around what looked to be the throne room. "We have a library back home that is filled with the ancient history of the world - dragon riders included, but never any idea that they might have survived? How is this possible? And how are you ruling? There was no monarchy in the time of the Valyrian empire."
"No, there was not, smart girl," the woman states, smiling a bit. Jon felt himself smile a bit at his daughters' knowledge. Fuck what the others thought. He was allowing himself the pride of having a smart child. "What you see here began centuries ago." She turns to Daenerys. "After your ancestors left us."
Jon could see the look that many gave Daenerys and it ticked him off a bit. She wasn't the only Targaryen here and yet suddenly she was the eye of all the troubles of the past? That wasn't fair at all.
"Yes, our ancestors did think of your family as cowardly when the Targaryens left before the Doom," Saeresa explains. "But over time, more people started to have the same vision that Daenys Targaryen had, and civilians began to worry. While some fled as you did to go and cross-breed with others, many stayed because they did not believe it would happen. We, however, the ones you see before you, did. And we enlisted extra help."
She gestures to where Kinvara stood. Daenerys stares at her in shock. She knew that the red priestess was old, but never that old. She still looked like that of a young girl.
"You…you saved them?" Daenerys whispers. "And you knew this whole time?"
"I didn't save them," Kinvara responds. "I and several other red priests did. Many who are gone now. I am one of the few remaining." She walks to them quietly. "I couldn't tell you of Valyria because they have kept this a secret for hundreds of years. If the news that the greatest city in the world still stood, don't you think thousands of people would try to come and take the magic it possesses? I could never speak of it to you until you were meant to see it."
Daenerys turns her head to look at Saeresa. "So this has been…what, protected for hundreds of years?"
"We weren't protected, as you said. Our lands still fell and our towers collapse," the woman explains. "We had dragons die and dragonriders did as well. But it was nothing compared to what it was like outside of the protection spell we were under." She walks around, looking up at the people in the bleachers. "When we contacted the red priests of R'hollor, we knew that we would only be able to save a select few, the ones who believed the world to be in danger. Once we could feel that the earth was moving, the red priests connected us to the Lord of Light, who cast his protection over the survivors, and a piece of Valyria we could still call our home. When the spell was done, the rest of Valyria was in ashes and destroyed, but this part remained untouched."
She walks back to the front of the room, sitting down on the throne again.
"We began to rebuild and make a new home, one hidden away from the rest of the world. A part of us has always believed that we might have used the magic for the wrong reasons in the past, so we kept it in here."
"What kind of magic?" Dan asks. "Fire magic?"
"No. Fire magic we use very frequently here. As I'm sure this is why Kinvara brought you," the woman muses, glancing over at the red priest. "It was blood sorcery. A mix of many kinds of sorcery, honestly…things that would anger the gods. We do not practice it now. Once we rebuilt Valyria to its heights, our ancestors did not know who would rule. Before, there was no democracy, or monarchy, or any kind of leader. Just riders and conquerors. But once we became who we are now, we needed to figure out who would be best fit to keep us alive and safe from the world. So the Galereon dynasty was born."
Jon glances over at where the king sat, seeing his angry expression. He knew none of this could end badly if they didn't convince them they should be there.
"But…there have been stories of people never returning from Valyria…and the one who did was filled with worms and all sorts of horrible things inside of her. Was that all a lie?"
"No. It's not." This time it was Aenar who spoke. "The protection spell that the red priests and priestesses have put over our city causes people to die if they so much as come close to where our lives lay. And if for some reason they have the blood of old Valyria in them, they have to pass trials that are impossible to pass. Only then could they be allowed to live." Jon didn't miss the smile that came over the man's lips. "And you're going to have to face those, too."
Daenerys turns to Saeresa. "Please…my children need your help. Need Valyria's help."
She takes a glance at her and sighs. "While we usually don't allow explanations before the trials, we will in this case as you are a former dragon lord. Right?" Aenar grunts, shaking his head. "Kinvara said the two of your children have powers. Is that correct?"
"Yes. Dan can summon and manipulate fire, while Daemon is a healer."
Saeresa's brow raises. "A healer? That's shocking." Her eyes lock on Daemon's. "Who have you healed that had you find it out?"
"My father."
Saeresa's eyes were brought to Jon's, who had been silent. "Is he speaking of you?"
Jon looks to Daenerys. He didn't want to say anything that would put them in danger, but at her nod, she encourages him to step forward. "Yes," he answers, turning to her. "I went my whole life as Jon, but the name my father gave me was Aegon."
"And why do you not go by that name?" Aenar asks, his sneer evident. "Are you ashamed?"
"I am not ashamed of who I am," Jon states angrily, turning to him. "I go by the name I was called my whole life. I am not about to change it to please some dragonlords that have been hiding away in a bubble for centuries so they wouldn't have to face others."
Aenar stands suddenly, but the woman waves her hand. Instantly, he is forced back down into his seat. The family jumps in shock, staring at her. Saeresa stands and walks towards them. She had powers too.
"Forgive my husband…again. He is not normally this temperamental." She walks towards Jon. "He says he brought you back. Where?"
Jon glances at Daenerys again. He was serious about what he had thought. They weren't doing this without the other and he wasn't about to expose himself to the whole entire room of Valyrians without her consent. But she nods at him, her eyes traveling to his shirt. He turns to Saeresa and begins to unbutton his clothes, watching her reaction.
The crowd around them gasps at his marks on his chest from his first death, but her eyes went straight to the one that was fresh.
"The first ones are from my men at the Night's Watch in the North of Westeros." Saaresa's brow raises, but she doesn't question. "This one is from-"
"Wait."
Jon watches as Saeresa brings her hand atop the wound. Suddenly, her eyes begin to glow a bright white, and Jon stares at them in shock. For a moment, she was silent, and then they returned to their normal blue color. She looks at him.
"Daario Naharis," she answers. "A sellsword from Yunkai. He killed you fighting for her love." Her eyes glance over to where Daenerys was, who was quiet. "Kinvara attempted to bring you back using blood sorcery but it wasn't strong enough. So your son did it." She turns her head to where Daemon stands. "I must say. It is very impressive that you were able to use that conjuring. It took me years to master it at your age."
Daemon's brow raises. "You're a healer?"
"As Valyrians, we are known to be connected to the magic of the world. All of it is rooted in fire and blood. But when the world turned into the wasteland it is now, the Gods bestowed upon a few of us the power to heal. I have been the master healer here in Valyria for years now. My daughter is training in it as well." The little girl waves again. Gods, she was adorable compared to her angry father. "My son, however, is much like Dan. Zaevar. Why don't you test the girl?"
Daenerys brow furrows in surprise. "Wait, wh-"
"Hyuh!"
The dark-haired boy suddenly shot a blast of fire so powerful at Dan that it heated the room to a temperature Jon didn't know he could reach. Dan quickly shielded her arms in front of her and directed the flames towards the bleachers where the people sat, all of which jumped up in shock and glared down at the girl.
"What the hell was that for?!" Dan yells angrily at the boy. He only smirks and sits down. Saeresa smiles and walks over to her. "Why would you command your son to do that?!"
"Because Zaevar is our best fire mage here. He's been training with our priests and priestesses for years. If you can deflect a hit from him, that means you have potential. In a fight, I do not know…your anger is strong." Dan takes a step back, looking up at her in confusion. "But that is something we could work on." She looks back at Daenerys and Jon. "While your two children do seem to have the powers Kinvara has said they have, there is the problem of you two."
Daenerys instantly takes a step in front of her children. "If you think I'm going to let you take them after that-"
"Daenerys, relax," Saeresa chuckles. "This is what they need to prepare themselves for. The teachings here are meant to make sure that they are ready for anything unexpected, including sudden blows."
"That doesn't give you the right to suddenly blast fire at our child," Jon snaps at her.
The woman raises an eyebrow at him before walking to where he stood. "Jon Targaryen, correct?" He nods, watching her with careful eyes. "Hmm…you act as if you are some high and mighty man who can control who your children become. There is no control. There is no guidance. There is only the will of the Lord above, and it's time you two learned that. Your children are going to do amazing things – but I do not believe you should be here to witness it."
The guards around them instantly pull at their swords. Jon steps back, doing the same. Daenerys glares at her. "How could you lock us out? You're separating a family!"
"Oh, we aren't going to separate you," Aenar states, and Saeresa turns to him with a raised brow. "We are going to kill you."
The woman's brow raises and she steps up, walking over. "We didn't agree on this yet."
"I'm making the decision now. The children stay with us. Guards! You-"
Jon suddenly aims his sword at the man's throat, causing all of the people around them to still. The man glares down at Jon, before smirking.
"What are you going to do? Slit my neck?" the man sneers at him.
"No," Jon states, staring him down. "If you so much as touch my family, I will do far worse than just granting you the mercy of death that quickly."
"You realize you are threatening a king?"
"You are doing the same," Jon growls. Usually he would never throw that into any conversation, but right now his family was in danger. And he needed to be as threatening as possible - and maybe his name and who he was would do that.
Even so, the man laughs, before taking a step back. "A king, he says. The Targaryens are nothing but the scum of the earth!"
"You headed my ancestor's warning!" Daenerys angrily yells at them. "You may not have run, but you locked the people out who didn't believe in what you said. All of them died because you thought you were more superior to the others to let them live! More of them could be here if you weren't so cruel."
"Cruel? Says the woman who burned thousands of innocents in King's Landing." Daenerys takes a step back, staring at the man. "Yes, we know of what you have done. And we aren't about to have that here in our city."
"She was poisoned," Jon states, his patience growing thin. "She isn't that woman. I wouldn't put my children near her if she was."
"Regardless of what she has done or not, she is still Targaryen. Her children have powers, but you two? I don't want you here. I don't want to see your faces." Aenar stares down Jon, who still had his sword in his hands. "You pretend that you are a king, or your Targaryen whore is a queen, or even that your children are some sort of nobles, but you will never be considered that here. You're nothing. No one. And you deserve to die that way. Guards, seize the children and burn them."
Three guards come and take the children from them. Daenerys instantly pulls her sword and slams it into the chest of one of them, causing them to fall. More guards come over and try to stop her, but the children fought back angrily. Jon pulls one of the guards off but doesn't see Dan and Daemon get dragged away from the last.
"Stop!" he yells angrily.
He could see Dan trying to use her powers but they had her hands behind her back. Daemon was attempting to get out of the strong grip to help her but it was not enough. Jon turns his head quickly to see Daenerys get thrown onto the ground. Before the guard could suddenly slam a sword into her, Jon rams him into the wall and shoves Longclaw deep into his chest.
He had never felt so much anger at these people. How could they be so cruel as to turn away a family and to kill their parents while the children had to watch? Who were these people?
He could hear some people cheering from above at the fight, but his mind was focused on Daenerys. She was holding her side, and he noticed that she was bleeding slightly.
"Are you alright?" he asks her quickly, helping her stand.
"I'm fine," she growls, her eyes focused on Aenar. "You don't deserve that throne!"
"And you don't deserve to live! I told you, burn them!"
Saeresa tries to stop them but the guards that followed the king's word separate her, before ten other guards aim their closed fists at the couple. Dan and Daemon scream and shout from where they were being captured, but there was no way of escaping them. Kinvara attempts to block them but they subdue her as well, throwing her to the side. "You're making a mistake!" Kinvara exclaims.
"We do not make mistakes," Aenar sneers before turning his head towards the couple. "Kill them!"
Jon throws his arms around Daenerys as sudden flames begin to engulf them, turning the throne room into what looked like a smoky mess. The people above scream and shout at the fire as the heat intensified, shieling their eyes.
When the guards finally stopped the flames, however, only smoke remained floating to the ceiling. Aenar smiles at the crisped mess on the ground, while Saesera yelled at him.
"We didn't even give them a chance, you bastard! We were only going to let them leave!"
"Quiet, woman! Don't talk back to your king!" His voice changes direction to where the couple was. "It is done."
Except…it wasn't.
When the smoke began to clear, and the flames finally died down, the whole throne room stared in shock as two live bodies looked up from soot on the ground. The flames hadn't burned as long as they needed to completely burn their clothes, but their whole body was covered in soot and dirt. But they stared at them, completely unburnt.
Aenar suddenly falls to his knees. "It can't be."
Jon stands, moving his hand to where Daenerys was, helping her stand as well. Together, they turn to the man, seeing the rest of his family shocked. The boy – Zaenar – who had shot at Dan stood up in surprise, while the little girl looked confused. Saesera, on the other hand, had a hand to her mouth.
"The chosen ones," she whispers.
Jon glares at her, shaking his head before looking over at the guards. Before he could speak, Daenerys did it for him. "Let my children go before I get my dragons to burn you."
The guards do so instantly. Both Dan and Daemon run into their soot-covered arms, hugging them tightly. Daenerys pulls them up into her arms, whispering in their ears. Jon watches quietly, letting out a small smile before turning back to where the kind laid on the ground. He was done. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"You are unburnt," Seasera says, walking to him. "You and Daenerys…we…" She swallows and looks up into the crowd. Jon follows her gaze and feels himself still a little. All of the Valyrian that had been watching the fight before were now bowing on their knees.
Daenerys looks up after a moment and he sees her brow furrow. "You just wanted to kill us and now you're worshipping us?"
Saesera looks to where her husband was and sighs. "Take him to his chambers. He is in shock. Take the children to their lessons for the day." There were no protests as the guards did as she said. Jon watched as three guards carried the stilled king, while two others ushered the children out. He saw the boy give a glance back at his children before moving away. He would have to keep an eye on him.
The queen looks towards the crowd. "Our chosen ones have returned to us – leave this throne room and do not return until we can be forgiven for our treacherous ways, and offer them a true feast. Now."
Within seconds, the throne room begins to clear, and the people who were in the seats above them leave as quickly as he had ever seen possible. Once everyone was gone, Saeresa turns to them and then helps Kinvara off the floor.
"Are you alright?" she asks the red priestess.
"I'll survive." She snatches her arm away, glaring at the woman. "What the fuck was that?"
Jon's brow raises. He had never seen the red priestess ever curse.
"Aenar…has lost his wits lately." She turns to where Jon and Daenerys stood, still covered in complete soot. The flames had burned the edge of Daenerys' hair. "I'm sorry for what happened…my husband used to be of sound mind but many things have been weighing him down. Kinvara had messaged us months ago of your daughter's powers but only insisted on coming here after your son revealed his. I told my husband, and we both agreed to scare you into leaving, or to lock you away while keeping your children here to train because at first, we did not believe you were unburnt…he clearly forgot his part of the deal."
"Clearly," Kinvara states angrily.
"Then why did you act as if you didn't know us before?" Daenerys snaps.
"It was to keep up a certain standard," Saeresa says quietly. "If the people here see the king and queen suddenly accepting of strangers, then everything goes to hell. We have stayed alive this long staying locked within our walls and having our lives be contained so they aren't misused elsewhere. The moment we begin to let in strangers, that's when it starts to turn badly. I truly didn't believe what Kinvara had said about you two – how both of you are unburnt. That's why we were so adamant on having you leave or be locked up, and keeping the powerful children safe. The world isn't ready for something like that. But my husband proved it…and now you are …the chosen ones returned."
"What does that even mean?" Dan mumbles.
Saeresa looks to them and gestures her hand. "Come with me. We have much to discuss."
Jon glances at Daenerys, who seemed to be very hesitant about following the woman. "Your men – your husband, no less – just tried to kill us and steal our children away and you want us to follow you into that hell hole of a city?"
"What happened isn't what we normally are. He saw Jon – a strong Targaryen who is sound of mind and threatened him. Do you know how long it has been since my husband has been threatened? He doesn't know how to react to it except to kill it. And Jon just proved he's better than that – and more. You two do make a lovely couple."
Jon sees the blush appear beneath Dany's soot-covered cheeks, but she shakes her head. "Explain to us. What is this chosen-one nonsense? And we talk right here. I'm not walking anywhere with my children or offering them to anyone until I know completely what is happening."
Saeresa sighs and nods. "Very well. I believe the temple would help more, but if you do not wish to leave yet, I can atone. You've heard of the legend Azor Ahai from the Temple of R'hollor."
"Gods, have we," Daenerys mutters.
"He was destined to be reborn as the prince that was promised to destroy the darkness of the world. Except there's another part to that prophecy that many people do not know." She guides them towards the end of the throne room, down a hallway that leads into a large room filled with textile drawings, covered in colors. "There was a prophecy of two people."
Jon looks at the pictures on the walls, seeing a man and a woman, both with swords lit by fire, fighting things that reminded him particularly of what he and Dany had already fought against. He looks at over at her and sees the same fear in her eyes, but she shakes it away. He could tell that the only thing on her mind right now was reassuring her children's safety after what had just happened.
And honestly, so was he. He didn't fucking trust that king.
"Melisandre always said it was one?" Daenerys asks quietly.
"There can be two," Kinvara states quietly from where she stood. "It's why I always said you two were destined to work together."
"The two people were meant to take on the world with the ones they held dearest, along with their army of sun chasers. These would be the dragonriders that would take back the light. While that could mean many people here in Valyria, there was one issue that was stopping it." She turns to the couple. "The two hero's were to remain unburnt, under any circumstances, whether it be dragonfire or regular fire. And you two emerged from the flames, alive. That has to mean something." She bows her head. "I am ever so sorry and will forever be in your debt for not believing in what you say, but you must understand – our lives have been at risk for hundreds of years. We take all the precautions necessary to-"
"I don't give a fuck what precautions you take!" Daenerys snaps angrily, walking up to her. "You are screwing with my family. You nearly killed me, my children, and Jon. How do you expect us to stay here? I should go out into the world and tell every magical being alive that Valyria lives, and have this place destroyed, even if it was where my ancestors are from!"
"Please, Daenerys," the woman pleads. "We did not plan for it to go this way. For whoever the chosen ones were, we wanted to give them a warmer welcome. We will train your children. We will give you and your lover a warm home to stay in while you stay here. We will do everything to make up for what we have done."
Jon didn't miss the fact that she said lover, but he wasn't going to agree to anything unless Daenerys did. "Dany." She looks over at him, and he sees the clear anger in her eyes. "What of the children? What do they want?"
He sees the anger leave her and be replaced by contemplation. She moves her eyes to where her children stood, quiet and looking around the room. "Dan, Daemon." They move their heads, looking back at her. "Do you two want to stay here? And be honest."
Dan looks over at Daemon, who shrugs silently. "I have nowhere else to go," he admits softly. "I don't know where I will learn how to use my powers. Kinvara doesn't know much about it."
Daenerys turns to Dan. "And you, my daughter?"
The young girl sighs and nods. "I want to. I want to learn to be great at what I was given. Not good…as long as your son doesn't bloody hit me with fire again."
"That can be arranged," Saeresa states quietly.
Daenerys looks over at Jon, but he reaches over and grabs her hands in his, ignoring the woman next to him. "Do you want to stay here, Dany?"
She swallows and looks at the ground, before moving her eyes back to his, and then over at Saeresa. "I don't want our safety like that to ever be compromised again. If I ever get so much as a scent of betrayal-"
"We promise there will never be something like that again. My husband will be taken care of…accordingly," she adds quietly, looking at them. "I will make sure you will be safe."
Daenerys looks at her before looking at Kinvara. "I thought you said you weren't going to lead us into anything dangerous?" she asks the red priestess.
"I wasn't, my queen," she responds. "When I came in here, I was under the impression that they were going to do exactly as Saesera said they would. I did not expect the king to lose his temper like that. Trust me, nothing like that will ever happen again. Valyria is a peaceful city. I've visited many times."
"They were cheering us on!" Jon fights back. "The people in the bleachers!"
"They are used to fire matches," Saeresa explains calmly. "They enjoy watching fights and they thought it might turn into something like that. You know every kingdom or city has a form of entertainment – you have the fighting pits in Meereen, don't you?"
Daenerys sighs. "You caught me there. We do. But I don't want that to happen to us again."
"It won't, my dear. If anything, you will be in the seats watching other people fight, not yourself."
Daenerys bites her lip and sighs. "Where would we stay? And where would the children be?"
"Well, while the children are learning, they will stay here in the castle. Do not worry. You will be able to see them as much as you please, but we do request that any child that is trained by the masters here resides in the castle so we can have easy access to them come practicing and classes. For you two, we can have you settled in one of our towers near the water, close to the castle so you can be nearby, and have privacy while here in the city. We will bring food, water, and anything you want to your home as long as you stay here…you two are what we pray for, the ones to save the light. We will do everything in our power possible to make your stay comfortable."
Daenerys looks at Jon, seemingly conflicted. He reaches over and grabs her hand in his, squeezing gently. It seemed with the one gesture, he got across what he wanted to say. That no matter what, he would stay there with her and be there to protect them, worshippers or not.
With that, he looks down at his children and then at Dany before his eyes move back to Saeresa. "We will stay."
By the time they got to the home they would be residing in, Jon and Daenerys had said a quick goodbye to their children. While they didn't trust the area yet of where they were, Jon knew that if they didn't let them learn, they would never fully understand why their powers were given to them.
Shit, he still didn't understand why he was suddenly unburnt, but he supposed he had to roll with it until he could fully understand.
Kinvara had gone off into a temple as soon as Saeresa had guided them to their home. In all honesty, a part of him was still mad at the red priestess. He knew that she meant well and that she didn't expect the king to act so violently, but it was still the fact that their children were almost taken away and the king tried to have them killed.
It was almost like an Arya situation. Yes, she meant something to them, but their lives had almost been lost due to a man's incompetence. And how was he supposed to react to that?
They didn't even have the chance to talk with her before she went into the temple that they had here. And while his trust was a bit thin right now, he did want to make sure she was okay. Gods knew that what had happened had scared them all.
"This is our best vacant building," Saeresa says to them as they walk up a long stairway that leads into a beautiful home. It seemed to be made of black marble, with a curved ceiling, a rooftop where dragons could land. It was large enough that it seemed to have no end.
As they walked further around the home, Jon could feel his mouth drop at every turn. How is it that this vacant city seemed so rich and yet was so disconnected from the world around them? Did they know a secret that no one else knew?
Well, judging by how they reacted with the two of them, they knew a lot about the world that they didn't know.
It seemed that every room had some sort of gold included, whether in the bed or on the columns. The dining chambers seemed to be almost as big as the one in Meereen, with a beautiful fireplace that would reach out into the sky. There were rooms for the children – 'when they could visit' as the queen said – and quite large chambers for them, including bathing chambers.
The chambers that they would stay in was the most lavish out of all of them. While each room had it's own touch of royalty, whether it was a balcony or a random goblet of wine that would cost his father hundreds of coins, this one was marvelous.
It was large, with the biggest bed Jon had possibly ever seen, along with a balcony that overlooked the sand that they had at the beach leading out into the summer sea. He could see boats out in the distance. How was it that they kept this place hidden and yet were still able to sail? He had known there was magic in the world, but never this much.
There was gold embedded into the walls, and black marble flooring beneath their feet that seemed to be stoned directly from the old volcanoes that used to reside here. The curtains were a rich, dark red that rivaled that of the color of blood, and there were so many nooks and crannies around the room. A writer's desk, an armoire, a dresser, and three high bookshelves filled with novels.
"I hope this is to your liking," Saeresa says.
"This is beautiful," Daenerys whispers, walking to the balcony. Jon glances over at the bathing chambers, peeking inside. It was practically the size of the sleeping chambers themselves. The bathtub was the size of a regular bed he had slept in at Winterfell, made of white marble this time, accentuated by what looked like a silver outlining around the walls. A window so wide you could see out into the world laid upon the ground to the ceiling, possibly making the room look even bigger.
"How do you have the coin for this?" he asks her suddenly, turning around. "You're hidden from the world. How are you able to do any of this?"
Saeresa smiles and gestures outside. "Do you see those boats?" Jon nods, his other question on his mind as well. "We send out voyagers once every moon to obtain objects from Sothoryos that we use to mind the fields here, find food and gold, and riches galore through the old mines and volcanos. We then trade with other cities that think we are some other town by magic. No one ever knows that it is truly Valyria that lives and uses their product."
Daenerys glances over at her, crossing her arms across her chest. "The Valyrians thrived off of slavery. Do you still have slaves here doing your bidding all this time?"
"No. Most of the slaves that we had centuries ago were killed in the Doom of Valyria."
Daenerys was silent, moving her eyes back to the water. Jon looks to the queen now. "So you've been thriving off of going to that continent? We were there and she almost died because of those wyvern creatures."
"Those are a beast, yes. We tend to sail towards the ruins that are there and take the materials from the ancient city," Saeresa explains. "The wyverns stay away from there as do others. Many people are convinced the land is cursed. We believe the creatures are just vicious and protective of their land. From there, we bring items back here where we use some of the little bit of farmland we have left still from the doom, plant food and have delicious feasts. There is a forest that has grown back that we have extended the magic over that has offered us lush greenery where our dragons rest and lay eggs."
"Eggs?" Daenerys asks, her brow furrowed. "How many dragons are there here?"
"Many. Many more than the world thought. We tried to keep magic contained in here, but you brought it back to the world. I suppose it will soon be time to let them reign again. The dragons did die out – at least the ones that weren't contained in our binding. I don't blame you for the confusion."
"How do your boats sail? I thought this place was protected? No one in or out."
"It is," Saeresa responds. "Only the ones who leave and come back have a certain pass way for entering and leaving. We have multiple red priests and priestesses who constantly update the use of sorcery here so our travelers are protected – that is where Kinvara went. For the ones that do not, well…you know what happens to them."
Daenerys glances at the ground. Saeresa comes over to her.
"Why do you seem so sad?"
"Because this place was supposed to be in ruins." She looks up at her in shock. "And you have kept it a secret for all this time. With all these riches. This magic. It could have helped the world. You could have ended slavery in all of the cities. And yet you've stayed in here…you call my family the cowards. I feel that it is you." Ouch. But she was right.
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Saeresa states, but Jon could sense the bitterness in her tone. "But…it's what we've had to do for years. It's what we will have to do." There was another type of emotion in her voice that Jon could not sense. "Do you have any more questions for now?"
"How often will we be able to see our children?" Jon asks.
"As often as you like. We do not keep the children from their parents. We just keep them in the castle while they train. You can visit them, or they can visit you. There is nothing stopping you from going there right now." She gestures outside. "Anything else?"
Daenerys looks back at her and shakes her head. "No."
"We will have food and refreshments sent your way shortly, as well as a guide for the city…I suggest you take some sort of bath. The soot is still very much there." She bows her head. "We are so pleased to have you here…and again, I am sorry for what happened. We will do our best to make up for everything that has transpired."
The woman stands again and leaves this time. Jon waits until he hears her footsteps leave the nearest room, and a door closes. Then, he turns to Daenerys.
"This is absolutely maddening, right? I'm not crazy here?"
Daenerys chuckles at his words, her eyes staring out at the sea in front of her. "No. You are not. It is." She looks over at him. "They tried to kill us, Jon. They didn't know we were the way that we are. And they tried to kill us."
He walks over to her, leaning against the banister of the chambers. "I thought Valyrians back then were immune to fire?"
"I'm quite sure that if they were immune to fire they wouldn't have all been killed due to volcanoes."
"Good point," Jon muses. He looks out at the sea as well, biting his lip. "And now they think we're some…chosen ones? No matter where we go…something like that always seems to follow."
Daenerys shrugs a bit before looking up at him. "I mean…in a way, I suppose we can be considered some."
"Oh, don't tell me you believe what they say!" he exclaims.
"I didn't say I believed we were the 'chosen one' or whatever they said," Daenerys chuckles a bit, turning to him. "But you can't deny that many things have happened to use that aren't usual. For example." She gestures to the both of them. "We are both unburnt, completely unharmed by fire. We have both come back from the dead. We have powerful children together…we genuinely have a claim to one of the most powerful thrones in the world…"
She was quiet after that, glancing at the sea again. Jon looks back out as well. "You know Drogon melted it down, right?"
Her brow raises in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah. After I…did what I did, Drogon found out. I thought he was going to burn me as if he knew I did it, but instead, he burned down the throne. Melted the whole chair into a puddle of nothing, just like that. I don't know what Bran sits on now."
"Probably his wheelchair," Daenerys mutters, and that causes Jon to chuckle a bit. After a moment, she sighs. "It's probably for the best."
His brow raises in shock. "You fought for years for that throne."
"And? All it ever did was cause misery, and loss, and pain." She leans against the balcony again, looking up at him. "If I had a second chance, I wouldn't want to sit on that throne. So many of my ancestors committed horrible acts from that seat – my father included. And I had already committed one myself, even if not by my own accord…I couldn't sit in that now knowing what I know." She smiles a bit, chuckling. "If I was able to make a throne again, I'd make it better. I don't know how, but I would...it always looked so uncomfortable to sit in."
"I suppose you'd make it comfier?" he suggests.
"That," she chuckles. "Something else, though…I don't know." She sighs and glances at the ground. "There has to be another reason they hate us."
"The queen of this city just gave us a home for free. I wouldn't call that hating us," he points out.
"Her husband tried to kill us. The people were cheering on. It was only after they found out who we are, they stopped," she whispers, shaking her head. "It was like as soon as they realized we were powerful…they completely bent the knee. But they hated us before. They wanted us dead – or at least gone from their city. And it can't just be because my family left or because of fights or anything…that was centuries ago. Surely, they would have gotten over it at this point." She turns to him again. "I would understand if it was ten years. Even twenty. But it's been four hundred years – more than that, I believe. I haven't done anything wrong to them, and they almost punished us and our children for it…that doesn't sit right with me. It can't sit right with you."
Jon sees the unease in her eyes, and he walks over to her gently, letting his hands rest on her dirty cheeks. She looks up at him quietly, letting her head lean against his touch.
"I know this wasn't what you were expecting when we agreed to come here. Neither was I. But did you see how excited the children were when they found out they could meet others who are like them?"
Daenerys sighs, turning her head. "I know…and I want to stay here for them as long as they need it…but I can't stop thinking about that…" She swallows and sighs. "The queen is alright. I have a feeling she was forced into that marriage. A bit of a schemer," she says softly. "Especially with how she planned with her husband, but she didn't push death on us. But her husband…I'm terrified he is going to harm them, Jon. I truly am. Being in that castle? There's so much we can do from here."
"We can make sure we visit them," he suggests to her. "Every day to see them practice and learn and whatnot."
"But what about at night? When we can't be there?"
Jon glances back at where Saeresa once stood. "Do you want me to be honest?" She nods. "I think she's going to keep them safe."
Her brow furrows. "You do?"
"I do. I think she has something up her sleeve. I mean, did you see how fast that throne room cleared out when she said the word? How quickly those guards took away that king and her children within seconds? I have a feeling that she runs this city…not the king. He may act like it, but she puts through the action."
Daenerys bites her lip and looks at him. "I just pray she doesn't end up like another Cersei," she whispers.
"No…no, I don't think we'll ever come across another woman like that again," Jon states, before turning to her. "I have a good feeling about her. Strangely. I think she will be of good help here – despite what happened initially. She does seem sorry, and she did give us this palace of a home."
At that moment, they hear four screeches. Daenerys looks up into the sky to see Drogon flying high and mighty before landing on a large hill across from them, resting his head. The other three dragons soar to the top of their home at the tower to rest there. Jon watches as Daenerys smiles brighter at the other dragons around them, and he felt himself smile as well.
"Despite what did happen…this place is beautiful," she murmurs, looking around the balcony and out into the water as Drogon slept on the hill. "I always wondered what Kinvara meant when she said Drogon and the other dragons would know where to go. I never thought it would be here, but it makes sense – this was their original home."
Jon sighs, which causes Daenerys to turn to him.
"What is it?"
"Kinvara," he says softly. "A part of me feels bad for snapping at her so often for not telling us…but at the same time, they tried to kill us. I don't know whether to be angry at her or at myself."
Daenerys reaches over and grabs his hand. "I think for now we let this ride out and see what happens with our children. She was practically stolen away from us the moment she walked by their Temple for the Lord of Light. We'll see her soon." He doesn't respond, but his fingers intertwine with her own, his eyes searching the sea quietly. "Do you think they worship that religion here?"
"I think they worship a part of it," he says, looking down at her. "It's obvious without the red priests and priestess, they would all be dead. This city would be completely destroyed. So they have to have some form of belief. I don't know what exactly it is they do believe in if they think we're some sort of 'chosen one.'"
Daenerys looks at him before sighing. "I didn't want to bring this up…but you saw that painting, right?" Jon slowly nods. "Those looked like-"
"I know," he answers, closing his eyes. "I know. I don't want to think about it." He looks over at her. "Right now, I just want to focus on my children being safe and having a fucking bath because this soot is starting to drive me mad." He looks to her and grabs her hand again. "If it becomes something serious that we need to think of…we'll look more into it. We haven't seen any sign of them in years."
"But what if it does?" Daenerys asks, her voice laced with concern. "What if Arya didn't kill him? I was shocked when I found out she did too, but it would make sense…he can't even be burned and one dragonglass knife to the heart killed him? I don't believe it."
Jon sighs. "It does seem a bit strange," he mumbles before looking at her once more. "I promise you, if something like that happens, we'll figure it out. Just like we do with everything else. I promise you that."
Daenerys doesn't respond, but she nods quietly, looking at the sea. After a moment, she smiles a bit. "Even if what happened, you know, happened…this city is beautiful. I want to walk around and see it. I never thought I would ever have the chance to."
Jon smiles a bit before looking down at her, but glances at both of their bodies, seeing the soot and ash on them. "Uh…think we ought to bathe first."
"Of course," she chuckles, not moving her eyes from the sea. "You take the bathing chambers first."
Jon nods, going to leave. And then suddenly, he stops where he stood. His mind thought back to what she had said on the boat.
'I want you to be with me. All of me. Everything.'
Were they not just going to talk about that? This was the first time they could really speak on it. He looks over at where Daenerys was leaning against the banister, and an idea comes into his head.
"Dany." She moves her head to look at him. "Would you, uh-" He clears his throat to kick his bloody words out of his mouth, before nodding his head towards the bathing chambers. "Do you want to join me?"
Daenerys brow raises at his offer, her eyes glancing at the door of the bathing chambers before moving back to him. He sees her bite her lower lip before looking back at the sea. "Maybe later," she states quietly, and he felt his brow raise. "Go and bathe."
That was it. No words. Nothing. Was she messing with him again? He didn't know at this point.
Jon sighs and rubs the back of his neck before going into the bathing chambers. Whether she would or not was a mystery to be known, but for now, he needed to get this shit off of him.
He felt like an hour passes before he's finally able to scrub off every inch of soot and ash.
Well, it definitely wasn't that long, but with how much his arms were moving he felt as if he had just fought in a fight. They were fucking tired. He didn't feel that he had that much on his body but after being in a bath for so long, he discovered places he didn't even think soot could go.
But here he was, finally letting his head hit the edge of the tub, his eyes closed. He couldn't even begin to fathom what he had been thinking trying to invite Daenerys in the chambers with him.
She did say that she wanted to be with him but after an experience like what they went through? He wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to go somewhere else for a time. This whole entire trip had been a mess.
Maybe not a mess, but close to one. He wanted to think the city was beautiful. The towers were outrageously tall and stunning and the people had seemed to greet them well on their way to their home, some even shaking their hands and apologizing for their behavior in the throne room. But he couldn't get his mind off of that king.
Jon was a forgiving man – at least for the most part when it didn't involve his family. He could understand why those people would cheer. They were strangers compared to the civilians that have lived in this bubble for years. The people here almost reminded him a bit of the North, how when a southerner comes up from King's Landing or Dorne, they are pretty much treated the same way until they proved themselves different – which is exactly what happened with his family. He had absolutely no right to judge them.
But that man had intentionally gone against his wife's word and tried to have them burned alive while capturing their children. That didn't sit well with him. And obviously, it didn't sit well with his wife either.
Daenerys may have been too occupied to notice, but Jon could see the anger in her eyes when he did that. As he said before, he was almost positive that she ran this city more than he did, and if that was the case, they may be safe. But if Aenar was the man responsible behind everything…he didn't know how he felt regarding them being here.
He sighs and closes his eyes. When did his life become so complicated?
Sometimes it was days like this where a part of him would remember his time at the Wall in the very beginning, where it was just Sam, him and a couple of other people against the other men of the Night's Watch, just trying to survive. There were no dragons, no mad kings, no serious threats to his life unless you counted the wildlings at the time.
But then he wouldn't have the life he had now with his children and with Daenerys. Even after what happened, there was no way young Jon would have ever expected to be in this home, being worshipped as some chosen one. He still didn't believe it.
As he laid there with his head resting against the edge of the tub, he hears the door to the bathing chambers quietly open. He almost feels himself lose his patience. If this was some handmaiden that Saeresa had sent them to take care of them, he didn't want it. Honestly, he was alright with Eleana because she wasn't insufferable to him. She was sweet, as was Missandei when she was here.
But every other handmaiden or servant. he had ever met was always watching you. It drove him mad. He didn't care if he was noble or not or literally the scum of the earth. He was a grown man who could take care of himself – and quite frankly, the only person he wanted running their bloody fingers through his hair was Daenerys, and that was that.
"Look, if Saeresa sent you, I'm sorry, but we don't need a handmaiden at this time." He hears footsteps come closer to the bath and lets out an agitated sigh. "Please, I want to be left al-" He opens his eyes and feels himself still.
There stood Daenerys, in what looked like a robe of some sort. It was barely covering her body, but enough where she could freely walk around. And she had her brow raised, staring at him in surprise.
"A handmaiden?" she asks, a slight smile on her lips. "You really think Saeresa would send one of those and their first move would be to follow you into a bath?"
He could barely move his mouth. His eyes were solely focused on the fact that Dany was not wearing anything underneath that robe. He could see it clearly through the fabric. "I…uh, thought maybe," he mumbles. 'Wow, so literate, Jon. Really a romantic you are,' he chastises inwardly.
But it didn't seem to matter, because Dany chuckles and nods towards the bath. "I, um…thought I'd take you up on your offer."
His brow raises high. "You were serious about what you said?"
She tilts her head. "Do you not want me in the tub with you?"
"No! I mean, yes! Fuck, Dany-" He runs a hand through his hair and closes his eyes. He really hated his head sometimes. "Please. Come in the bath. I'm losing my bloody mind here."
She nods quietly before taking a step in the water, the robe still on. But before she took it off, she turns to him. "Can you, uh…close your eyes?"
He didn't want to question what she said, so he quietly does so, closing his eyes. He hears the soft untying of the robe and hears it throwing it to the side. After a moment, he hears a dip into the water, and when he feels the water hit his side from the ripples, he opens his eyes.
And yet she wasn't there.
"Dany?" he asks, looking around concerned. As he did, however, there was a sudden splash, and she popped right out of the water right in front of him, causing him to jump a foot in the area. "Fuck," he curses, but her laugh instantly tangled the anger he felt. "You scared the shit out of me!"
"There, then we're even," she states softly, her smile contagious. And after a moment, he felt himself smile too. "Was a good scare though, right?"
"It was," he admits, trying so hard not to let his eyes wander. Most of her body was underneath the water – the tub was quite large – but she was right in front of him. He had to keep his arms right to his side to stop them from easily wandering to her waist to pull her closer.
"Why are you sitting like that?"
His brow furrows. "Like what?"
"Like you're a board of some kind. You're stiff." She lets her hands rest on his side, moving his arms. "Relax." She turns after a second, dunking her head under the water really quickly to remove the soot from her hair. It doesn't take long for it to wash out. When she comes over to him, before he could even say anything, she was grabbing some water and tossing it over his head. That seemed to wake up him.
"Hey!" he exclaims, causing her to laugh. He splashes more water at her and she does the same, some of the water escaping the tub. As she continues to push water at him, he suddenly pulls her towards his body, trying to stop her. She laughs but doesn't try to move, looking down at him.
And that's when he realizes they were in the same exact position they were on in the boat – except this time neither of them had clothes.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Shh." Daenerys tilts his head up to stop him from looking away. "Look at me."
Jon does as she says, his eyes getting lost in her own. Her hair was wet and dripping down her body, little beads of water falling down past her skin. She moves so that she was now straddling him, and half of her body was out of the water, fully exposing her breasts to him.
And it was then that he saw the scar.
His hand gently comes up to touch the scar that was right above her heart, and he could feel her shaking in his arms. He looks back up at her after a moment. "I'm so sorry," he whispers to her. "I'm so sorry I did this to you."
Daenerys shakes her head. "It's alright, Jon...just look at me." She tilts his head up so that his eyes were back on hers again. She swallows and looks down at the wound before back at him. "…do you still want me?"
He stares at her incredulously, shocked she could even ask that question. "Why would you even think I wouldn't?"
"I…" She looks at the water, her hands resting on his shoulders. "I was terrified to tell you how I felt because of this scar…because of everything in the past. And I don't know, I thought that maybe we would have kissed earlier or something but I…everything just kept going wrong. And after today, I realized I don't want to wait anymore. I want to tell you how I felt. I want to be there with you. I want to be together again…before everything went to shit. And I know you might not because of this scar or that, I don't know…I may not be as perfect anymore but I…I want you, Jon."
He had no idea she had thought that way about her scar. That was the same exact way he pictured his own scars after what happened to him. He pushes her closer to him, hearing a small gasp escape her lips. His forehead was resting against hers.
"Daenerys, I have wanted you since the day I first met you," he whispers to her. "I didn't do anything until you said yes, until you told me to do so. The same reason for this, why I waited so long…I didn't want to scare away the one family I have. The one person I care more than anything about in this world." He rests his hands on her cheeks. "And that scar? It means nothing to me. You still look just as absolutely stunning as the day I first saw you. And if you don't think I want you, then you are truly daft."
"Then kiss me," she murmurs. "Please."
He smiles at her words. "With pleasure."
It seemed that every single time they had tried to kiss in the past, something had come to interrupt them. He was almost waiting for the children to suddenly burst in from the castle or Gods forbid, the queen knocks on their door. But it was just them. And there, in the steam-filled bathroom, Jon finally joined his lips to hers for the first time in he didn't even know how long.
The moment his lips touched her, it was like an alarm went off in his body. Gone were the days of him trying to suppress any urge he had. He wanted to touch every part of her. Her face, her waist, her body, her breasts, her ass – everything. He didn't know where to lay his hands first, so he settled with them around her, trying to keep her as close to him as he physically could.
Her arms were wrapped together on his neck, her lips not separating from his for a second. The water from both of their hair dripped down their bodies, but neither seemed to care. With each passing second, each kiss grew deeper, stronger, more passionate than the one before. After a moment, he could feel her hands start to move to his hair, running her fingers through it, and he lets out a soft groan, his arousal instantly sparking up.
She pulls back after a second with a gasp, looking for air, her eyes searching his, her forehead resting against his own. Both were breathing heavily. "Jon?" she questions.
"Yes?" he answers, trying hard not to kiss her again. He needed to let her speak. He couldn't let himself get ahead of her.
"Get me the fuck out of this tub," she whispers, her hands resting against his cheeks now. Jon grins at her choice of words, making her laugh, before he slams his lips back down on hers. This was done with more force, so hard it almost made her fall into the tub, but she kept herself wrapped tightly around him, moaning into his mouth while he attacked her with his lips.
Suddenly, he lifts her up into his arms and stands, causing her to squeal. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he carries her out and into their chambers. She separates from his lips, smiling mischievously as he lays her down on the bed, climbing on top of her. They were still soaking wet from the tub, but neither cared. His lips connect to hers again, and he feels her hands start to pull at his back, pulling him down.
As much as he and his cock wanted to fuck her right now, he wanted to savor this. He wanted to remember this. He needed to. So, he pulls back, looking down at her. She looks up at him, confused. "Did I do something wrong?" she whispers.
"No," he answers, letting one of his hands rest against her cheek. "You're doing everything right, Dany…you're just so beautiful."
He sees her cheeks turn a dark red at his admission. "You're just saying that."
"I mean it, Dany," he whispers to her, leaning down and kissing right above her breasts. He feels her take a sharp breath at that, her head resting against the pillow. "You are the most gorgeous woman…I have ever…met." He accentuates almost every word with a kiss down her body, feeling her chest rise and fall quickly with each one. "And I'm going to make sure you know that. Every day. And especially right now." He was near her core now, feeling her shaking. He looks up at her. "Do you trust me?'
They had been together a multitude of times on the boat towards White Harbor but hadn't done anything since then. Everything had started amazing and then the world had caved in beneath them, so he never got the chance to really worship her. And as much as he wanted to give in to desire and do whatever she pleased, he needed to make sure she was fully committed.
And then when he sees the most trusting gaze he had ever witnessed enter her eyes, he felt his heart lurch. "Of course I do, Jon."
The words he never thought he would hear her say again. And that only seemed to fuel him on more.
His hands slowly spread apart her legs, while his head sinks down and starts to nuzzle at her thighs, kissing his way towards her wet, glistening core. He could feel her breathing intensely, but that only edged him on. Slowly, his tongue found her slick folds, before starting to move it all over.
She starts to whimper and her hands curl into his hair, pulling at the strands. He slowly trails his tongue along her slit, flicking the tip of it against her throbbing clit. Each time he did so, the same process over and over, he would hear her moan louder, harder, her body arching with each stroke. His hands trailed up and down her body, one staying firm near her thighs and the other one right near her breasts, gently squeezing and pinching her hardened nipples.
"Jon," she whispers, her voice shaky. "Jon – fuck." That had been a longer stroke, letting his tongue linger for a moment. After he sees her eyes open half-lidded, staring down at him in shock, he decides to push his tongue into her with slow thrusts, and within moments, her body was writhing underneath him, her hands fisting at the sheets. "Don't stop, fuck!"
Gods, how long had it been since he had her like this? Coming undone beneath him? It was enough to make him come undone right then and there, but he wouldn't let that go. Not yet. He was saving that for something better.
He continued his assault on her, swirling his tongue around and around her sensitive flesh until her curses and moans turned into whimpers and pleads. He started to lap, suck, trying to pull her to her edge. Her hands grab at his hair once more, pulling him in deeper, as she screamed his name, her body bucking against his mouth.
"Oh, yes, fuck," she cries, her voice hoarse and beads of sweat falling down her head. Jon grins against her folds, licking at her sensitive bundle of nerves, guiding her through her climax. When she did finally come down from her high, she stares at him in shock. "You…you never did that on the boat."
"We never had the chance," he muses, his voice sending her body trembling. She suddenly grabs him and pulls him back up, before slamming her lips back down on his. He groans in response, his cock practically jumping for attention. They kissed passionately as he fell onto the bed, tongues intertwining in a dance that they knew from the past, and hadn't forgotten.
She was still much smaller than him, but even with him towering over her, trailing his kisses down her neck, she still managed to reach down and wrap her hands around his hardened cock. He moans against her skin, feeling his resolve leaving him. "Dany, if you do that-"
"Then get to it," she whispers, her other arm wrapping around his neck. "Fuck me, Jon."
Hearing those words come out of her mouth felt like a whole new world. And in an instant, anything he had holding him back was out the window. He growled in pleasure as her hand started to pump his cock quietly, that little mischievous smirk she liked to use staring him down. He presses his lips against her, what he wanted to do each time she used that damn smile, and presses her hands above her head.
He could think about her all he wanted or have dreams as much as he pleased, but it wasn't enough. He needed to be inside of her, to feel her wet walls clenching down on him while he fucked her.
After a moment, he lets her arms go, pulling her into his own arms. He kisses her passionately, cradling her beautiful face in his hands, stroking her back tenderly, while her hands explored his chest and abdomen. They stopped right above the wound that Daario had inflicted on him months ago, and pulls back, biting her lip.
He could see the anger appearing in her eyes, but he gently moves her head back up so they could connect with his own. He leans down and kisses her again, feeling her let out a soft sigh against his lips. He knew what it was with her. It was the same thing with him. They both hated the idea of anyone hurting the other. And only the other could calm each other.
She pulls away for a moment to catch her breath, and Jon uses this to his advantage, using his hands to pin her down again, not wanting to be separated from this goddess in front of him for a moment. In one swift movement, he filled her with his thick length, as deep as he could go. She gasped in surprised pleasure, her hands digging into his back, her eyes opened wide, staring into his soul. But all it did was bring him more pleasure.
"Just like that, yeah?" he breaths, starting to thrust deep and slow, feeling her moan against his lips. Gods, he had missed this. When he was younger, he never thought he would ever be with a woman. He didn't want to bring another bastard into the world. Then he had met Ygritte, and although a part of him would always care for her, nothing compared to what he had now.
Daenerys fucking Targaryen moaning his name, clinging to his back, while her legs wrapped around his body as he thrust into her. If he had told his brothers that's what he was going to have in the future, they would have laughed in his face.
"Jon," she whimpers, her voice barely reachable. "Gods, don't stop." He was moving into her now quicker, stronger, groaning deep guttural growls against her mouth. Her hands clutched her to him like a child to a doll, as if protectively. He kisses her, taking her, letting her become one with him. There wasn't a part of him that didn't love her or want her in his life. Everything was connected. Everything felt right.
She was his. And he was hers. That was it.
Dany belonged to him. She'd been made for him, and him for her. Having her in his arms right now, her moaning and whimpering for him, it made him realize how they fit together so perfectly. Both treated as scum as children. Both put into a world they didn't want to be in. Both forced into a leadership role but instead of running, embraced it. They were one soul.
He groans and buries his head in her throat, squeezing her tightly, gripping her in such a tight way that he knew bruises might appear the next morning, but there was no point in stopping it now. Everything was too much. The pleasure was too much. It was engulfing him. She was endless. He was drowned in the way she moved, spoke, shifted against him, both just lost in each other.
He pulls his head away from her, looking down at her stunning face, twisted up in pleasure, her brow furrowed as she whimpered his name. And in that moment, her eyes opened and they connected to his own. That one gaze said so much, her arms wrapping around his neck, and his name fell from her lips in the sweetest, whispered plea that all he could do was thrust harder, deeper, taking her. He had never considered himself primal, but with her, he would fucking kill anyone that dared touch her.
She tipped her head back and lets herself go, her fingers clutching his skin, and with the next hard thrust she shatters, crying out his name like a fucking prayer, her orgasm taking over her again. He kisses her as he smiles against her lips, rather smugly. He didn't give a shit if the whole fucking city heard. He was proud of himself for pleasing her so well.
He picks up his pace quickly, looking for his own release, and within a few thrusts, his body exploded in a way he hadn't felt in years, his cock throbbing as he shot himself into her clenched core, muffling his groans of pleasure against her lips, her hands tangled into his hair. Within a moment, he lets out a shaky breath, practically falling onto the bed beneath her, keeping her close to him so he didn't slide out. He wanted to relish this, this beautiful afterglow that he had missed for so long.
She looks to him, her forehead resting against his, and smiles softly. "That was amazing," she says softly. He brings a hand up to her cheek, brushing a piece of her silvery hair away from her eyes.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks. Of course he had wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her, but that didn't mean he wanted to end up being one of the men she had faced in the past.
But she quickly shakes her head, resting her hand against his own cheek, stroking the small hairs of his beard. "You could never hurt me, Jon."
He breathes out a soft smile, looking at her with so much love he didn't even know how to say it. He couldn't say he loved her yet – he didn't want to scare her away just when he got her back. But he could at least say it through his eyes. "Why did we wait so fucking long to do that?" he finally asks.
That causes her to laugh, a beautiful sound that filled the room with so much joy that it made him start to laugh too. "I don't know," she chuckles after a moment, turning her head to face him. At that, he finally slips out of her, already missing her warmth, before pulling the fur that the bed had over them. "Every time we did try something, something would interrupt us."
"Thank the gods it wasn't just me thinking that," he mutters, which makes her chuckle again. He brings his hand back up to stroke her cheek, staring at her. She raises an eyebrow at him.
"What are you staring at?"
"How beautiful you are," he murmurs, before leaning in and kissing her softly. She returns to the kiss happily, before pulling back. She bites her lip and rests a hand against his chest.
"I was serious on the boat."
His brow furrows. "What do you mean?"
"When I said I want to be with you," she says softly, looking up at him. "Not just…this, what we just did. I want it to be like how we were. I don't want to be with anyone else…I didn't know if you wanted to or not but I do."
Jon smiles, before pressing his lips against hers. It wasn't like the passionate ones they had shared while having sex, or the ones even right after. This was a promise, a shared embrace. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against hers, and looks deep into her eyes, almost losing himself in them again.
"Daenerys Targaryen," he starts out, before stroking her cheek again. "Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons," he teases, causing her to roll her eyes.
"Don't," she chuckles.
"Don't?" he asks, before kissing her again. "What titles would suit you better? How about…mother of my children?" He kisses her softly again, feeling her let out a soft sigh of pleasure. "Or stealer of my heart?" He presses another kiss against her lips, before pulling back. She was smiling so brightly right now he thought he would see stars. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to say the same thing to you," he whispers. "Every day, I can't imagine not waking up to you. It pains me to even remotely think about it. You thought I was stubborn before." He kisses her again, feeling her smile against his lips. "Wait until you try and get rid of me when you're tired of me."
Daenerys laughs as he nuzzles her neck, and then turns on her side. "I could never get tired of you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "It's more like when you get tired of being around the dragon queen."
"Impossible," he murmurs, kissing her gently. He could already feel a twinge of arousal start to claw its way back down south. And by where her hand was touching, she could feel it too. He pulls back from the kiss and raises an eyebrow at her. "Are you not tired?"
"I told you." She suddenly grabs at his shoulders, yanking him close to her until her lips land on his in the same kisses they had shared during sex. When she pulls back, her cheeks were red flushed, but the sexiest and lust-ridden smile spread across her lips. "I could never get tired of you."
He growls at her statement and pins her down, ready for another round, and she laughs at his eagerness before kissing him just as hard as he was to her. In this moment, he didn't care about what happened earlier. His children were safe with the other kids. Both him and Dany were out of harm's way, at least for now. And he had the love of his life in his arms, screaming his name.
Nothing else mattered but Daenerys, and he was going to make sure that it stayed that way. No one would touch her or his family. Ever. Not these dragonlords or slavers or even his fucking brother.
And if they wanted to even try, they would have to kill him first. And he wasn't so easy to keep dead.
See I told ya'll it was coming!
Honestly I don't know how well I write smut but I tried my hardest for you lol don't leave now that they've kissed please XD there's so much more that's going to happen starting next chapter - I'm talking Targaryen takeover bb - we about to see some dark Jon and Dany and I'm excited haha but I hope the smut and kiss were to your liking and worth the wait I wanted to make sure it was good honestly, so thank you all for your patience.
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