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)

30. Jon: The King and Queen's Chambers

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Jon

When some of the festivities had calmed down and more people began to return home, Jon finally found the time to head back to his own home with Daenerys and Dan. Taevar and some of the other noblemen had picked up the unconscious king and queen and said they'd 'bring them to where they belonged.'

Which Jon was guessing was a cell. Which was absolutely fine with him.

For a moment in the volcano, he really didn't think he would make it out of there alive. There was a fleeting second where the idea of Jonarys not coming to him terrified his body, and he kept thinking 'what if?' What if their bond wasn't strong enough? What if he really did die and left Daenerys alone? His children without a father?

And yet, that didn't happen. And here he stood. Alive.

It was strange how he had come into his part to play. He could still remember when he was hiding this side of his life from Dan, trying to not have her see that she was a Targaryen, and what a mistake that had been. Instead, he was fully embracing it. He needed to.

For his family and for Daenerys. He wasn't about to just let anything slide past him anymore. He needed to be the man he was meant to be.

By the time he did reach the house though, he could see that blood that streaked onto the stairs, and he could feel himself sigh. It had been because of that bastard in a cell now that these blood marks existed, and yet here was Jon, still allowing him to live.

He would get their due. She would, too. But he needed to remain cautious and careful. If he got ahead of himself, who the hell knew what would happen to his family.

As they walk inside, he glances into the living room and feels his heart slow. There sat Nesara, still unconscious. Her body was in Zaevar's lap, and her head rested on Maelela's thighs. Jon steps into the room with Daenerys and the two children look up.

"Zaevar," he starts quietly, walking over to him. "How are you feeling?"

His brow furrows. "What…what are you talking about?"

"Daenerys told me how you ran out to help Dan. That's very brave of you," he states, seeing the boy smile a bit. It felt nice to see him happy. After what Zaevar had told him, he could only imagine the last time the boy smiled was.

"I couldn't let her do it by herself…she's my friend. We stick together."

Jon smiles at his words. To think this was the same boy who had struck fire at her when they walked into that throne room. Dan and he had come a long way in their time here. He wished he could have seen it but he knew they all had a part to play. "In any way, I'm still proud of you," he says to the boy, resting his hands on his shoulders. "While you could have taken shelter in case something went wrong, you went out and helped her. That's very admirable. And I'm sure she's thankful too."

Zaevar smiles a bit at the compliment but nods. "Thank you, Lord Jon."

"Gods, don't call me that," he mutters, shaking his head.

"But…you're a lord?" Zaevar questions.

He could almost feel Daenerys roll her eyes. That had been the same question Eleana had asked when he said that. "I don't know if Dan ever told you this, but Jon was raised as a bastard for years. He didn't know about his Targaryen heritage for a long time. It's strange for him whenever someone calls him a lord."

"It's going to be even stranger when people start to call you King Jon," Maelela pipes up from where she sits.

Jon raises an eyebrow at her sudden voice, but she shrugs.

"What? You know I'm right."

Quietly, Jon sighs. He did know. He wasn't dumb. He knew that he would have to get over his past and his irks of being called a lord if he wanted to do this with Daenerys. A part of him wished formalities weren't a thing. The only thing he wanted to do was make sure these people were safe. He didn't care if they called him a king or not.

"Either way," he states quietly, looking over at Zaevar and Mae. "I know I'd have to get used to it if we did take the throne, but I don't want you two to call me that…or Nesara when she wakes up. Just Jon, please. Mae's had some practice."

Mae smiles a bit and nods. "I have, that's for sure. Hard practice."

Zaevar's brow furrows he looks at him. "What do you mean 'if?' The people out there want you. More than I've probably seen anyone want anyone nowadays. The throne is yours for the taking."

Jon's brow furrows. "You'd so easily give it up? Just like that? What about your family?"

Zaevar looks down at his sister, breathing slowly. "They stopped being my family the moment Daenerys put Nesara in my arms like this," Zaevar says, his voice dark. "Nesara is barely alive right now. It's a miracle she's even breathing. I knew my father was a horrible person. I always did…but I never thought he would beat his own child this close to…to…"

The boy swallows and looks down at the ground, seemingly fighting back tears. Jon clasps the boy's shoulder, causing him to look up. "She's going to be okay. That girl is a fighter – just like her siblings." A stray tear escapes through Zaevar's eye, but he wipes it away, nodding his head, trying to believe what Jon was saying. Daenerys rests her hand against Jon's own shoulder before descending down to where he kneeled.

"Did you stop the bleeding?" she asks the boy before turning her head to Mae. "He told me you know how to use bandages well? Have you been trained in healing for regular people?"

"I mean, I'm not skilled or anything…I've just been forced to…learn how to deal with wounds," she says simply. Jon could feel his blood boil at that. He knew exactly why she knew that. And he didn't want to even think about it.

"Well, I'm sure you've done a fantastic job," Daenerys says to her softly. "You and Zaevar did well on our journey, and now it's time for you to rest." Zaevar and her share a look, and Jon raises an eyebrow at it.

"What? What is it?" he asks quietly.

Zaevar looks to him. "We…really don't want to go back to the castle without someone with us. I know they're being brought to a cage but I…I'm very nervous if they break out…what they might do to us."

Jon looks at him quietly before nodding his head. "We're all going to go there soon. For now, just relax here. We have to check on Daemon." He looks over at Mae again. "Daenerys told me you helped him as well. How is he?"

"He's…alive. I can tell you that." At his questioning glance, she sighs and nods towards the door. "I suggest you just go see yourself."

Jon shares a concerned look with Daenerys, but they nod and stand, leaving them to rest with Nesara. Daenerys heads out the door first, but Jon takes another glance at the three children, two of which were speaking low to their littlest, words of comfort.

He felt bad for them. Their family was broken. Their mother was bloody mad, their father was an abuser, and they were the poor souls who had to endure both. And he would spend however long trying to get them fixed. He knew from his dream that Zaevar was somewhere in the future, but he didn't know what else.

He still didn't even know if that was a dream or not. Maybe it was just a fantasy. Maybe it was real. But he knew that it was something.

A part of him wondered what Zaevar being there could mean. Could that mean they took them into their family? He would be willing to do that – he really did hate the Galeron's enough to take their children from them, to protect them, but it seemed that when Dan had mentioned Zaevar to Lyanna, the little girl had a small crush on him.

Whatever the case, he knew that one way or another, the Valyrian's would be joining them on whatever they did next. There was no backing out of this now. He and Daenerys had planned this, to take over so the people could be free. And here they were – to their word. A much different way of getting there, that was for sure, but they did it.

Then again, things never seemed to go as planned, did they?

Look at him and Daenerys. They had met under regular circumstances, originally just a political alliance, but if their relationship had been normal, it would have ended in marriage and not in betrayal, killing, and burning innocents. But they found their way back to each other, through literal blood, sweat, and tears. The original plan never works – it's always a plan B for Jon's life.

And at this point, he was starting to accept that.

As he finally walked away from the room the Galeron children were in, he makes his way towards where Daemon had been staying. Quietly, Daenerys opens the door first, peaking her head inside. Dan, who had run towards Daemon's room as soon as they came back to the home, looked up from where she sat at his bedside.

"Daemon? Are you awake?" Jon asks softly.

He doesn't get a verbal response, but he sees the boy's head move towards his direction. Jon walks over and sits at the edge of the bed as Daenerys does the same, looking at him. "Has he spoken?" Daenerys asks Dan.

"Only a little…he's in a lot of pain."

Jon looks over at his son and could only feel more anger take over him. Those pieces of scum had done this to him. Daemon was a lively boy. He was always having fun and playing jokes, practicing his sorcery, and everything else. And here he was, reduced to quietness and pain.

He was going to bloody murder that son of a bitch.

"Daemon," he starts out quietly. "Can you talk with us at all?"

He watches as the young boy swallows, before slowly nodding his head. "Mae…put stitches in…in me. Hurts…"

Jon's brow raises as Daenerys turns to Dan. "His injuries were that bad?"

"He was whipped, mother. The skin on his back was broken horribly. If she hadn't, I don't know if he would have…made it."

Daenerys looks down at her son as Jon does the same. He reaches over and takes Daemon's hand. His grip was weak, but it was still there. "Do you remember what happened? When they took you? They said you put up a fight but the children didn't see any blood in the castle."

"I…one of the g-guards…took me…tried to b…break out of his…grip…hit me on the head," he breathes out, his voice low. He was exhausted. Jon could hear it. But he needed to listen to him right now, just to see what had happened. And as he had thought, that's what it was.

Jon nods quietly, moving away. "Alright…we're going to be moving into the castle soon. If we hurt you in any way when we're moving you, you let us know, alright?"

Dan's brow furrows, questioning what he was saying, but doesn't respond. Daemon only nods, barely awake, and closes his eyes. Within moments, he was asleep. Daenerys sighs and stands, shaking her head.

"It's better for him to be asleep when we do move everything. That way he doesn't feel pain." Jon stands as he walks out. Dan follows closely behind, the questioning gaze still in her eyes.

As soon as they close the door to let Daemon rest, she crosses her arms across her chest. "Moving into the castle soon? What do you mean? Are we taking over that quickly?"

Jon shakes his head. "I wouldn't say taking over. If I had my way I wouldn't want to move into that castle at all," he mutters, glancing at Daenerys. They both knew of the horrors that had taken place within those walls, and the last thing they needed was for the children to remember it. "But this house is too small for the Galeron children. And our captives are in the castle as well. We can't just leave them there."

Dan raises an eyebrow. "Are you two forgetting that they wanted you as king and queen? Our plan worked. You can do whatever you want!"

Daenerys sighs and rests her hands on the girl's shoulder. "Being a ruler doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, Dan. It means you have the lives of people under you, and you need to make the best choices regarding them. That's what being a ruler is."

Dan bites her lip but nods. "I…I know. But we were going to have to move in there eventually. Might as well get it over with." She glances down at herself. "Besides, I kind of need a bath after the lava."

"We do too," Daenerys chuckles, glancing over at Jon. He couldn't disagree. He was covered in ash from head to foot and was positive there were a couple of cuts that he needed to clean out. But right now his mind was so preoccupied with the two people that had been so close to death in this house.

Nesara looked worse than when Dan had been stabbed. And he didn't know what that would mean for the girl.

"Dan, can I ask you something?" Jon puts forward, looking down at his daughter. She nods her head.

"Of course."

"How long did you know of what Zaevar's family did to his sisters?"

Dan looks up at them and swallows, before rubbing the back of her neck. "I only knew for the day. Zaevar admitted that he knew we knew they were getting beaten, but he revealed what happened to Mae when we were in the forest with the dragons. I was going to tell you but you weren't there, and I wanted you both to be there. Once we saw the children went missing, and we knew his mother and father had something to do with it, I told Zaevar he should just tell you himself. It sounds better coming from him, anyway."

"That must have been a heavy secret to carry," Daenerys says softly.

"I was…but I didn't want to bring it up at a wrong time or do anything like that. The last thing we needed was more family drama." She rubs the back of her neck once more, glancing at where the children had gone. "I just hope that they come through this…that Nesara comes through this. I don't want her to die…she doesn't deserve it."

Hearing Dan speak so openly about dying with Nesara made his heart break in two, but he tried to keep it together for her sake. He hated that she was witnessing so much bloodshed at her age, but at the same time, he knew it was always like this when it came to families like theirs.

"We just have to have faith," Jon reassures her. "And hopefully, she'll be alright after that."

Dan nods quietly, not saying anything else. At that moment, a banging could be heard on the front door and Jon walks over, letting Daenerys start to clean Dan up with a spare clothe. When he opens the door, he finds Taevar standing there.

"Might I ask why the people we elected to rule are in this shab of a house?"

"This house isn't bad," Jon mutters. He had great memories in this home despite what had happened on the outside, but he understood where he was coming from. "Taevar." He sighs and glances around before nodding at him. "Come in here. I want to talk with you about something."

Taevar nods quietly, his feet patting into the house as he walks in. Jon closes the door behind him and moves him to a spare room, looking outside. Daenerys was cleaning the cuts off of Dan's face, speaking softly to her, and the Galeron children were in their chambers, the door shut.

He turns to the man in front of him. "I don't know how long Daenerys and I want to actually stay in the city of Valyria."

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

"We want to rule – we love the people here and want to make sure you are safe – but this place has never been our home. We want to return back and see my sister, our friends. And we don't know how well we are going to be able to rule from far away…if anything, we wanted to take over from the beginning so we could give you a chance to break free. Those evil bastards just sped up the process. But from here…I don't know if moving to the castle is the right idea."

Taevar looks at him before starting to laugh. Jon's brow furrows.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Jon, you have the Valyrian's all wrong. We elected you because we want to leave." He walks over to a couch and gestures for him to sit. Jon does so, coming over to him. "You think we want to stay in this shit city?"

"I wouldn't call it shit," Jon responds. "The city is beautiful."

"You know what I mean," Taevar says to him quietly. "For years we have been trapped here due to what happened years ago, and have barely been allowed to leave – only for materials from Sothoroyos. I can't tell you how many people I have talked to that have wanted to see the world, to live elsewhere, to go somewhere new. We're Valyrian's. We aren't meant to be locked up in a cage. We're meant to be free. And we know that those rulers in the cells right now never did anything for us. Maybe in the past, their ancestors helped, but now? There's nothing stopping us from leaving this place."

"Then why would you want us to move into the castle?" he asks him.

"Maybe my choice of words were bad. The castle has always just been a symbol of power. While many of the people here united with me in electing you, there still might be some that aren't too fond of Targaryen's coming in and taking over."

"She did say she had loyalists," Jon mutters.

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

"Saeresa. She said that when she planned to destroy the city, she took out the people who were loyal to her plan and put her elsewhere. We need to send out a search party to find these people…they couldn't have gotten far with the screen we have surrounding the perimeter."

"Will that be your first act as king?" Taevar asks him.

Jon sighs and looks over to where Daenerys was, speaking to Dan. This was what they wanted, but Jon knew it wasn't going to be easy for them to change things so quickly. They needed to be precise and confident in what they chose. Or else their rule would be questioned.

And that was the last thing he wanted. More trouble.

"My first act will be to get my family cleaned and healthy," Jon replies, looking over at the man. "You said to still move into the castle. Why?"

"Like I said, for power's sake. If they see you staying in the same place the king and queen stayed in, it will show you've taken over their lives. It will show you are on top. Plus, you can keep an eye on the traitors. And it will make it easy for a coronation-"

"A coronation? Really?" Jon asks, his brow raised.

"Yes, we need one. It's only tradition. We're going to break many in the coming times, but you deserve to be honored just as much as our ancestors were honored."

Jon smiles a bit at his tone before looking over to where his family sits. Taevar had a point. If he wanted the people of Valyria to take their rule seriously, they would need to move into the castle, and as soon as possible. The quicker, the better. So, he quietly looks to Taevar.

"You wanted to know my first act as king?" he asks the man, who nods at him. "Bring in men to move our few possessions to the castle. I will carry Daemon. Daenerys will carry Nesara. The Galeron children will stay with us until further action is taken on their parents."

"As you wish," Taevar says with a smile, going to leave. Jon stands and sighs, but calls out to him at the last moment.

"Taevar?" The man looks up from where he stood, and Jon nods to him. "Thank you...for being a good friend and loyal to us."

Taevar raises an eyebrow at Jon before chuckling. "It's not about loyalty, Jon. I think you're great, but if I didn't think you would be fit to rule, I wouldn't support you on the throne." He walks towards him and gestures out into the crowd of people cleaning up the debris. "I care for the respect of people out there. I care for the safety of my wife and child. And those rulers in that castle never did anything that solicited any sort of respect from us. Maybe their ancestors did, but for me? I could never support them. You'll always have my sword."

Jon nods, clasping the man's shoulder. "Thank you." Taevar nods, before heading off, barking orders at some of the men to help Jon move his things. Within moments, more people started to come into their home. Daenerys raises an eyebrow as she comes out, looking at him.

"What's happening?"

"Taevar is right." He looks over at Dany, seeing the confusion in her soft eyes. "If we don't move to the castle now, the loyalists that Saeresa has will remain just that – loyal to the other king and queen. We need to show we have power now. If we don't, more bloodshed might follow."

Daenerys bites her lip as she glances back inside the house, watching as men started to pack up their belongings. "But…the children-"

"They will heal inside," he says to her softly, turning to her. "Tell me, Dany. Which do you think is safer? A castle guarded with men who will protect us or a lone house near the sea?"

Daenerys rolls her eyes but sighs. "A castle…I only don't want them to be hurt."

"And they won't. I promise." He leans down and gives her a soft kiss, before pulling back. "We'll move the children ourselves. They will only be touching the material things."

Daenerys nods quietly, heading back inside, agreeing to the plan. And, with one last look out at the crowd, Jon goes back in as well, ready to carry them with him straight to the castle.

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When they did arrive there, Jon forgot how many bloody stairs there were.

It had been a while since he had even stepped foot in this castle out of pure safety from his own mind – the very thought of running into Aenar again had him fucking reeling – but for fuck's sake did a castle really require this many stairs?

He didn't consider himself to be out of shape, but fuck if he needed a bloody nap after this. Or maybe he was just tired after what he and Daenerys had done. That could very well be the case as well.

Either way, when they did finally bring the children to appropriate chambers, he was well worn-out. When he placed Dameon in a spare room, he watched as Dan went to his side instantly. She and Daenerys had talked about it while he had been speaking to Taevar and agreed that she would look after her twin brother while Jon and Daenerys got the kingdom and everything else in order.

Since then, he hadn't seen her and had remained doting on him while he rested. A little bit later, Daenerys laid Nesara down to rest in her own room. As soon as Jon walked in, he could tell instantly it was the little girl's chambers. There were dolls on the ground, as well as figurines that she seemed to have stolen from her brother. Flowers laid atop her windows and the bed was filled with frilly stitching that he knew would be the girl's favorite.

Zaevar and Mae watched from the door as Daenerys tucked her in tightly, before resting a soft kiss on the girl's head, whispering in Valyrian, 'May you get heal soon.'

When she stands, she walks to the two children, who were still waiting and watching. "You two can sleep in your own rooms if you wish. She should be fine here resting for the time being."

"I…I never really had a room here," Mae states softly, causing Daenerys to sigh. "But that doesn't matter. I'm going to stay here with her."

"Me too," Zaevar says quietly. "She was really hurt…I know you think she'll be fine but I…I have to keep an eye on her. Just in case." Daenerys looks at him quietly before taking his hand in hers.

"If you wish. I'll have a guard bring in pillows and blankets for you two." The children nod and walk over to the bed that Nesara slept in. Quietly, she and Jon leave the two, closing the chamber's door, before turning to two guards that stood at their side.

Quietly, Jon raises an eyebrow. "Only hours ago you served a different king and queen and yet we're here now. Don't you consider us usurpers?" he asks them.

Of course, Jon didn't think that, but the last thing he wanted was for traitors to be in the very castle he moved them into so they could be protected. The man that stood in front of him lowered his helmet and raises his brow at Jon.

"If we're being honest, I only supported them because if I didn't they would have killed my family," the man reveals. The other guard to their right nods his head, removing his own helm.

"She threatened to cut off my hands if I left."

Daenerys' brow raises in surprise. "Is this how she got all of her followers?"

"Aye," the first guard says. "It's always been by fear with the Valgyeron's. They used to have the most powerful dragons. I don't even know where Saeresa's disappeared off to, but she had one too. If you didn't like what she said, she burned you. She didn't even give you an ultimatum."

"Or, she would get someone to kill you," the second guard confirms. "Any sort of protest and you would lose a limb. It was either take the guard's oath, or be killed, burned, or mutilated."

Jon's brow raises quietly. "The guard's oath?" he asks quietly. That started to sound quite familiar to him.

"It's a swear that you'll devote the rest of your life to the queen and king. I haven't seen my family in years because of it," the first guard says quietly.

"You basically have to give up all possessions," the second guard explains. "You can't marry or have children if you're already alone, but if you do have a family, you have to leave them and go to the castle."

"That's horrible," Daenerys mutters from where she stood, shaking her head. "Well, that's not the case here." She turns to the first guard. "You said you haven't seen your family in years? That oath doesn't mean anything anymore."

The guard's brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean as long as you do what you're assigned to do, you can go and see your family as you please. I never understood the point of switching between duty and family – you can have both." She reaches out and rests a hand on the guard's shoulder. "What is your name?"

"Magar," he answers.

"Magar, and-" She looks over to the second guard, who straightens up.

"Laemon."

"Magar and Laemon," Daenerys starts, looking at the two of them. "I want to thank you so far for keeping Valyria safe, but the old oath that was sworn under the king and queen of Valyria is no more. You are free to either stay here or go home to your families."

Magar looks at her with a furrowed brow. "You would really do that?"

"Of course. We're not here to separate families. We're here to heal them," Daenerys answers. Jon feels himself smile a bit. Daenerys knew how to talk with these people well. He supposed he would learn in time.

Magar takes out his sword and plants it to the ground. "While I am thankful for this opportunity to see my family, I request one thing."

"And what is that?"

"I still wish to serve you. It's been years since we've had a caring ruler in Valyria – and I believe you and Jon are the beginning of something great."

Daenerys smiles a bit and nods. "Then that request will be granted." She glances over at the room the children were in before looking back at Magar. "What you can do first before you leave is get pillows and blankets for the children. They are staying with their sister and want to make sure she is okay. If you could do that as soon as you can, that would be great."

Magar nods his head. "Yes, my queen." He nods his head to Jon. "My king." As he goes to leave, Jon felt a slight shiver run through him. It still felt strange to be called that, but maybe it would develop over time.

"There is other news, my queen," Laemon says to her quietly. He blinks and then straightens himself up once more. "I plan to continue serving you as well – as the outside world hasn't been too kind to me."

Daenerys' brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"I was born a lowborn with not much family, and after a while, they all passed away from illness. I was left alone and was forced to steal to survive. You'd find that many of the commoners who work in the streets are like that as well. Becoming a guard at least gave me a home."

"Well, thank you for sharing that with me," she says to him with a kind smile. "I'll be looking into that soon. But what was this other news?"

"The red priestess that you two brought in when you first came here, Kinvara. The red priests brought her into the castle to rest, but I've gotten word that she is awake now and ready to speak with you."

Daenerys turns to Jon, her brow raised. If anyone needed to answer questions, it was definitely Kinvara, but at the same time, he knew they needed to be careful about this. She had been injured badly. He didn't want to cause the red priestess too much stress.

"Can you take us to her?" Jon requests.

Laemon nods, before grabbing his helm, placing it back on, and heads off back towards the stairs. Quietly, Jon and Daenerys follow closely behind him.

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When they arrived at the chambers where Kinvara was being kept, Jon knew instantly that she was in there before even stepping inside. The torches that stood on the outside were lit fiery red, strong - the kind of flames Kinvara could produce.

And soon enough, after Laemon stepped to the side to allow them some piece, Jon and Daenerys quietly open the door, going into the room. His eyes travel to the bed, where he saw Kinvara laying against the headrest, a book in her hands.

As soon as her eyes separate themselves from the page below her she smiles at the two, closing the novel. Jon could see from her body that she was severely exhausted. She had bags under her eyes and cuts all along her cheeks and neck. There were bruises layered on her skin, some that seemed to be healing and others that seemed fresh.

But the two things he noticed the most was how thin she had gotten, and how much blood was staining her clothes.

"Good gods," Daenerys whispers, walking over to her. "Kinvara…what's happened to you?"

"My queen," she says, but she could hear the pain in the woman's voice. "It's so good to see you." She reaches out and Daenerys hugs her tightly, letting her hands embrace her before moving back. "Jon." She reaches out to him, and he quietly walks over to her. "You got us out of there. You saved me. Thank you."

"I was just doing what we had to do," he reassures her, taking a seat next to where she laid. "We've been more concerned about where you've been. It's been months, Kinvara."

Kinvara sighs and looks between the two of them, letting her hands drop. "When I first came here, I did sort of disappear, if you want to say it like that. The red priests wanted to speak with me, and because I haven't seen them in a long time, I decided to let you settle into your roles here while I met with them."

"And what happened after?"

"I overheard their plan," Kinvara admits quietly. "The king and queen had gone to visit the red priests the next day early in the morning and they told them what they planned to do...I was hiding in the catacombs of the temple due to me visiting the crypts of the former priests...but they saw me. Before I could get away, one of her guards caught me. And then they threw me into the cages."

"The cages?" Daenerys asks, her brow furrowed "What cages?"

"The dungeons," she states quietly, looking at them. "The bottom of the castle. They barely fed me to keep me alive and said they would let me go if I accepted not telling you, but I always said I would. I couldn't just let them burn Valyria down…but no matter what I did, they always hurt me to the brink of death, right up until the day they carried me up the mountainside to that cave. They asked me to help the fire mages, as barely any of the other priests had, but I still said no…I really thought I would die after that beating."

"Fucking hell," Jon mutters.

"When I saw you, I thought it was some sort of vision or a hallucination," Kinvara admits to Jon. "But when I felt light on my face, I knew it was real, that you two had come. I knew they wouldn't get away with what they were planning…but I was terrified it would end in my own death."

"We had no idea you were hidden for so long," Daenerys says. "We thought you might have been planning something."

"Planning something? Not at all," Kinvara states, chuckling a bit. "I've never been a schemer. I only follow what the Lord of Light has planned for the world, and that's been helping you two stay alive. Only this time, it was me who needed the help." She lets her head rest against the headboard once more, letting out a soft sigh. "It's amazing what isolation does…I can barely keep my mouth moving now."

Jon looks at her apologetically. He knew what it was like. After Daenerys had died, he had been alone for months, only stepping towards the wildings for food. It took him a long time to really start talking with the others again, and even when he did begin to talk, he was never good at it, not until he found Dan.

"Well, we're happy you're still on our side," Daenerys says to her softly. "We were afraid we'd lost you."

"Lost me? You couldn't lose me if you tried," Kinvara states, a tired smile on her lips. "Even if I did die my ghost would constantly haunt you saying the same thing - that you're meant to rule and take over the darkness."

"Daenerys' brow furrows. 'The darkness?' What do you mean?"

"I've had…visions while I've been locked away. There isn't much to do while in a cage, and the Lord above us I suppose had something to say. I've been seeing possible outcomes of the future…dangerous outcomes. I told you I don't know what the Lord of Light has planned for you or your children, but I've seen things...possibilities that could happen if we aren't careful where you might rule or where you travel to. Bran in the West…he's not the same. The two of you know that…but there's an evil power within that continent as well, something even darker than the Night King. Something no one knows about."

Jon's brow furrows. "What do you mean? We killed the Night King." What could possibly be worse than that?

"Is that the same as the dreams that Dan had a while ago?" Daenerys asks her.

"I would say it's related, yes," Kinvara responds. "I don't know what it means now, but I know that there's something more coming that we need to prepare for…and I know you two have the power to do so, as the Lord commands."

Jon and Daenerys exchange a quiet look of worry. Why is it that whenever something seemed to be going their way, another prophecy was always thrown towards them?

"I see," Jon says quietly, looking at her. Suddenly, Kinvara begins to cough. Heavily. Daenerys pats the woman's back as she coughs into her hands, the fit lasting for a moment, before she leans back, tired. When she drops her hands, Jon sees that blood was spread across her fingers.

"Oh…lovely," Kinvara mumbles.

Daenerys looks at her worriedly. "Are…are you dying?"

"I don't believe so, my queen," Kinvara states, looking over at her. "But I'm in a lot of pain…I told you, I didn't think I would survive. If blood is coming up…it's probably from something trying to heal." She rests a hand on the girl's shoulder, smiling weakly at her. "You need not worry about me."

Daenerys looks at her quietly before letting out a deep breath. "I…I suppose so. We'll have a guard at your door at all times. If something happens, you let them know and we will be here right away."

Kinvara nods, that same smile on her cheeks. "I knew you would do it."

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

"Take over...you were always meant to rule," she repeats softly. "It was only a matter of time." She closes her eyes and sighs. "I suppose you two are coupling now as well, hmm?"

Jon could see Daenerys' cheeks grow red. "I-well-"

"If you two are ruling over Valyria now it would be quite strange if two 'friends' did it and they weren't together." Kinvara's brow raises at her as she opens her eyes sleepily once more. "So I ask again, are you coupling?"

Before Daenerys could answer, Jon was quicker. "It's more than that," he says softly, reaching over and taking Daenerys' hand. He sees her smile in the darkness of the room, but her eyes showed the same emotions he was feeling. Kinvara chuckles weakly from where she sat, shaking her head.

"I know." The two look at her in surprise and she nods. "I know everything. I just wanted to hear you say it considering you were in denial for Gods knew how long, Daenerys."

Jon's brow raises at Kinvara's statement while Daenerys stands. "Alright, I think that's enough," she states, rubbing the back of her neck. "We're happy you're awake, Kinvara…truly. If you need anything, we're only a guard away."

Kinvara nods at her as Jon stands. "I know, my queen."

With that, the two of them walk out of the room, with Jon quietly closing the door as Kinvara allowed her head to rest. Once it was closed, Daenerys turns to the guard that had come there.

"Take Jon and me to the ruler's quarters. Afterward, I want you to stay outside Kinvara's door and make sure she is taken care of."

"Yes, my queen."

---

When they did eventually arrive at where the queen and king usually slept, Jon felt himself twist his nose up in slight disgust at what was in there. Usually, he was a fan of designs that were simple. He really admired how his home had looked because while it was beautiful, it was never too royal-looking.

These chambers, however, were far too flashy. He couldn't count how many colors were on the wall but knew the only reason they were there was to show wealth.

As soon as the guard left, he watched as Daenerys walked over and began to tear down the banners with the Galeron's house sigil, throwing them onto the ground. He walks around quietly, hearing her mutter under her breath before his eyes travel to the bathing chambers. When he steps inside, his brow raises in surprise.

The whole entire room was practically made of gold and marble and extended out into the window. And from what he could tell, someone had already drawn them a bath.

"It seems the handmaidens are on top of their game here," he states, causing Daenerys to look up from where she stood. He gestures for her to come over and she does, before her eyes lock on the tub in front of her, and then travel around the room.

"This is huge," she mutters, her eyes looking around every corner.

"I guess this is what a king and queen live like," Jon states, stepping inside.

Daenerys snorts. "This is almost too much for just two people."

Jon raises an eyebrow as he starts to take off his shirt, needing to bathe. "Are you complaining?"

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at his now shirtless chest before shaking her head, stepping back into the room. He hears shifting coming from inside as he starts to undress. After a day like today, he needed to just relax with the woman he loved and get his nerves out. So, he quietly descends into the bath, igniting the coals that sat underneath it so the water would be as hot as possible.

As he laid there, he heard footsteps and moved his eyes up to the entrance of the bathing chambers, before his brow raises. There stood Daenerys without her clothes, coming over to the tub. "I'm starting to have flashbacks right now," he murmurs, his eyes growing dark with lust.

Daenerys rolls her own. "We might as well take advantage of it." She steps into the tub and the steam rolls off her body, framing it in a way that made it all that much more alluring. When she walks to where he was, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her deeper into the water, causing her to squeal when water dipped onto her head. "Jon!" she chastises.

"What? We can't get cleaned?" he asks her, chuckling softly at her expression. Her bottom lip pops out when he dumps water onto her head, and he laughs when it falls into her eyes. "C'mere."

Daenerys shuffles closer as he grabs a rag, and starts to wipe the ash and soot from her face, focusing on the little details of her cheeks and skin, the freckles that went across her nose, the bits of lavender that sat in her green eyes. He knew this was just a bath, but he wanted to memorize every part of her after nearly dying. If her face was the last thing he remembered, he would be alright with that.

"So," she starts off after a few moments of silence. "I suppose right now is the best time to say this...we did it."

Jon could feel a laugh sneaking up his throat but he pushes it down, instead just smiling a little. "I suppose you are right," he answers, looking at her as he dropped the clothe to the side. She instead grabs it and turns to him, and he raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing with that?"

"If you're going to clean me I might as well do the same for you," she responds, before moving to his cheeks, wiping away the dried blood and soot. He smiles against her movements, watching her with curious eyes. After a moment, she looks up and raises an eyebrow at him. "You quite like staring, huh?"

Jon smiles and pushes her clothe gently away, before pulling her into his arms. "What do we do now?" he asks her softly.

Daenerys bites her lip and nods outside. "We rule, Jon. It's what we planned to do - don't you remember?"

"Of course I remember," he states, chuckling a bit. "I mean…where do we even start? I…I can't even think about ruling the way that our children are…the way that Nesara is…what are we going to do with them? With the king and queen? There's just…so many questions that I have no idea how to answer."

Daenerys looks at him sadly before sighing. "I know. I hardly know how to process what happened either." She pours some water over his hair, running her fingers through it as she washes. He lets out a quiet groan as her hands push and tug at his curls softly, while she raises an eyebrow again at his noises. He nods at her to continue and she only chuckles, shaking her head. "I mean…do you know what we did, Jon?"

He opens his eyes and looks at her, seeing the small hint of power develop in her eyes, with the tiniest of a smile.

"We saved Valyria from a volcano. From two scheming rulers who planned to kill all these people. Our daughter helped redirect lava into the sea." She shakes her head in disbelief and goes back to working on his curls. "I mean, if you would have told me that would be my future years ago, I would have thought you were mad."

"I as well," he murmurs, watching her brow furrow as she washed his hair. It was so adorable seeing her concentrate on something so small as cleaning his curls. He was used to Queen Daenerys, the ruler of Meeren, with an iron fist and dragons at her side. If you didn't like what she proposed, then you were in for trouble.

But here she was, washing his hair with the utmost concentration. It was the cutest damn thing he'd ever seen.

She raises her brow again once she catches him smiling dorkily up at her. "Jon, are you listening to me?"

"It's hard to listen when a beautiful woman is washing your hair as if it's the most important thing in the world." At that she steps away, shaking her head and he laughs, before pulling her back to him. "Don't stop. I promise I'm listening. It is bloody mad."

Daenerys smiles a little and rests her hands back in his hair. "Well…there are many things that have happened that I didn't think would be my future…but here we are."

"Here we are," he murmurs, looking up at her. She moves her hand to where his knee was under the water and he cringes a little, forgetting he had hurt it earlier. Her brow furrows as he pulls it up out of the water for her to see. "Cut it while fighting Aenar," he explains.

Daenerys nods. "We'll have to get that bandaged up." She looks up at him and sighs softly. "I still can't believe they were going to kill all of whom was here. That's just…" She swallows and glances at the ground. "That sort of sounds like what I did at King's Landing, to be honest."

"Hey," he starts off, his voice firm. He moves her head up to look at him, her eyes filled with regret. "What you did wasn't of your own accord. You know it wasn't. What Saeresa planned on doing was completely her own mind. No Bran. No poison. Nothing. She is truly mad. You are not. I know you, Dany. Stop thinking about that."

Daenerys swallows and nods, before leaning in and giving him a soft kiss on the lips, filled with a gentle passion he so rarely received for so long. After a moment, she pulls back, and he suddenly dumps water onto her head, causing her to gasp in shock. "Jon!" she exclaims.

"Oh be quiet and let me wash your hair. You did the same for me," he states, and to that, she only shakes her head and turns around, giving him access to her back. Once he was there, he starts to run his fingers through her wet curls, before sighing. "I don't think we should do anything until the children are healed."

She turns her head slightly to look at him while he starts to run soap through her hair. "You really believe so?"

"I do. I mean, we can't just become a king and queen without one of our children by our side. And what of Zaevar, Mae, and Nesara? We don't even know what we're going to do with them regarding their parents…because obviously, they can not go back to them," he explains.

"Right…I wanted to talk to you about that," Daenerys says softly, turning her body back to face him once he runs water through her hair again. His brow raises as he sees that look come into her eyes, that same look he had seen multiple times before whenever she had something serious on her mind. "I…agree that they should never go back to the parents…but where else would they go?"

"They…have others who would support them."

"They're the children of two mad rulers, Jon," she whispers softly. "I mean, think about it…if I was to die – I know you don't want to think about that but what if – and you were not there to take care of them? Who would take them in besides Arya? Or our closest advisors? The children of someone who everyone thought was mad? Not a lot of people would be willing. And the Galeron's don't have a lot of supporters here."

Jon's brow raises again. "Then who do you suggest?"

"I…I thought maybe we could."

He blinks once, twice, before he comes to his senses. "You want to take in these children as our own?"

"I – I didn't say make them a Targaryen or anything like that," she corrects quietly. "I mean…if they wanted to, they could. But who else would they be more protected with than us? We've been looking after them for months now and…and I don't want to see them get hurt again."

Jon looks at her quietly before sighing. "Is this about you wanting a third child?" he asks her softly.

Daenerys shakes her head. "Jon, it doesn't mean I want to stop trying – we've only just begun," she chuckles a bit, resting her hands against his arms. "But you and I both know that they are not safe outside these walls, at least not yet. They may be the children and be innocent, but I know people, and I know that when the parents of children do something horrible, those same feelings they have towards the parents can be directed onto the child – my family as an example."

Jon bites his lip. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it too. Mae had become a sort of a surrogate daughter to him in the past six months while she had been staying at their home. He had tried to make her feel as welcomed as he could and she and the other children got along just fine.

But taking in Zaevar and Nesara? Zaevar was a fine boy, but he could tell he had some inner issues going on at the same time, especially now that he just witnessed his family basically almost committing mass genocide. And Nesara…the poor girl was barely alive. He didn't even know how she would react to something like this when she awoke.

But looking into Daenerys' eyes, he realized with a start that she really wanted this. He hadn't seen this need or desire in a long time for something other than his own children. Her lip was quivering and she was shaking slightly, almost like she was afraid he would say no. But in reality, all he wanted was to make Daenerys happy.

So, he rests his hands against her face and strokes her cheek. "We can take them in, Dany." His words allow her to let out a sigh of relief, a soft smile coming onto her cheeks. "But I don't know how…accepting of the idea they might be at first. They just went through probably one of the most traumatic experiences of their life."

"I didn't say we propose it to them now," she says to him. "I agree with you on waiting for the children to heal before doing anything major. Once they are awake and we know for sure they are alive and well…we will continue to do what we planned."

Jon nods quietly, watching as she takes more water and dribbles it down her sides, washing the soot off of her arm. He bites his lip and sighs. "I've been thinking a lot about what Kinvara was telling us."

Daenerys brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"Dany, I know you're not dumb," he states, his voice blunt, causing the girl to pause and let out a quiet breath. "That there's something 'darker' than the Night King? What the hell could that mean? Could it be Bran?"

Daenerys sighs and looks at him. "He did watch us for a long time…he almost caused our daughter to die."

"But…worse than the Night King?" Jon questions, his brow furrowed. "How much worse can someone be than him? He literally brought the dead back to life and turned them into monsters. I really don't know what else."

Daenerys bites her lip. "This world is full of mysteries, Jon…how can your brother see into the past and the present? Even the future?"

"He's not my brother," Jon mutters darkly.

Daenerys brings a hand to his cheek, her touch instantly calming down the bubbling anger he had. "Even so, that's absolutely mind-boggling – but things like that exist in this world. Our children have powers. Many people here have powers. It's not unlikely that Bran might be…something else."

"But she said it was even worse than Bran," Jon whispers, looking up at her. "What could that even be?"

Daenerys sighs quietly and shrugs her shoulders. "I really don't know, Jon…we just have to take these things touch and go. Right now, Bran is ironically the least of our problems. He probably doesn't even know we are here due to this place being shielded by this force that the red priests created…he'll be a worry when we leave."

Jon nods quietly, looking at her again. "Taevar talked to me earlier." Daenerys raises a brow, nodding for him to go on. "He was the one who asked about us moving in here…and when I told him we didn't plan to stay, he seemed on board. I think a lot of the Valyrian's just want to leave. Build something new."

Daenerys bites her lip, letting her head rest against the edge of the tub. "You're not wrong…but not all of them want to." She glances over at him. "I think it's more the dragon riders and their close friends. The powerful ones. They want to go somewhere and establish their own families, dynasties…away from this place. But with the commoners…they just want a better life here. Better buildings, better economics…things like that."

Jon nods quietly, looking over at her, and he feels himself smile. When he and Daenerys had first met, he had only ever seen the battle side of the queen. He had never seen her actively think for what the people wanted, for what she wanted to do – because she never got the chance. And now, he was witnessing it in full. Her brow furrowed softly in concentration and her eyes searched the bathwater, seemingly lost, looking for answers. Quietly, he grabs her arm gently and pulls her closer in the water. She looks up at him as he settles her right above his lap, before leaning up and kissing her slowly.

It takes her mere seconds to respond out of pure surprise, but she wraps her arms around his neck, moaning softly into his mouth, causing a twitch of arousal to spark down below, but he keeps his cool. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against hers and sees the most stunning small smile appear on her lips.

"What was that for?"

"For how good you look doing this," he murmurs, resting another kiss on her lips.

Her brow furrows when he pulls back. "What do you mean?"

"Ruling," he says softly, running his hands up and down her arms. "I never really got to see this side of you in Westeros – only the battle-ready part. I saw a little bit in Meereen but I was always so busy with training and healing half the time that I never got to really witness it…but Kinvara is right. You are meant to rule. The little spark you get in your eye at the very idea of helping these people…it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He sees her cheeks turn a dark red at his words, but she smiles again at him. "I…I only want to help those less fortunate," she responds quietly. "I grew up with nothing, always on the run with my brother until I was older. I just want to give others a better shot at living in this world…even if, to others, it's not that much."

"But that's not it," he continues. "You're not just a sweet ruler – you're ruthless."

She raises an eyebrow. "And you like that?"

"I like that you use it for the good of the people around you," he answers softly. "A leader can be ruthless and be awful, but for you, you use it against your enemies. You don't take no for an answer when it threatens the lives of others. You don't take chances. And that's exactly the kind of queen this world needs. One who helps the innocent but is ruthless towards her enemies." He bites his lip and glances at the ground. "And I feel so stupid for not realizing that ages ago."

Daenerys sighs and rests her hands against his cheeks again. "Jon, it's in the past. What happened, happened." She leans down and presses her lips against his firmly, trying to let out any kind of emotion she felt towards him at that moment. When she pulls back, she presses a soft kiss against his nose. "Besides. I'm not the only person doing it this time." She raises her brow at him, looking down. "What do you want to happen here, my king?"

Jon shakes his head and chuckles a bit. "Gods, don't call me that."

"Why?" she asks, a small smile on her cheeks. "It's what you are. It's better to just embrace it – because I know you can do it."

Jon looks at her quietly, seeing the pride in her eyes when she said that. He had never met someone who had so much faith in him for one collective thing. Maybe the closest he had was Sam and Sansa – Sam for him being Lord Commander and Sansa with the battle against Ramsey.

With Sam, it had been because they were friends, close friends, and he wanted Jon to succeed much more than any of the other possibilities there. With Sansa…well, he didn't even want to think about that treacherous bitch, and at the same time, she had only trusted him to get back her home so she could have it for herself - right where she was now.

But with Daenerys, all he could see was encouragement and faith, someone who would have his back no matter what. He knew he would always do the same for her, but seeing her with that smile made this feel twenty times more worth it.

"I suppose," he murmurs, glancing down at the bathwater.

"So?" she asks softly. "What is it you want?"

Jon glances up at her and then nods, his words finally coming to him. "I think we need to make up two councils."

Daenerys' brow raises again. "Two? I thought we would only need one?"

"For us to take when we leave here."

Her brow furrows as she listens in, tilting her head quietly. "Alright…keep talking."

"We're going to be leaving here anyway, Daenerys," he explains. "Although these people look to us as rulers – as the people they chose – let's be honest. There is absolutely no way we are going to be staying in this city."

Daenerys nods. "You do have a point. But what of the citizens here?"

"That's where the two councils come into play," he continues. "We make up one that will come with us – a hand, a master, a healer, anything we could need that we think we would need. These are the people that will help us settle the dragon riders into the normal world again."

Daenerys bites her lip, clearly thinking about his words. "What do you mean by 'settle?' Because you know…some of them will want power."

"And we can give that to them," he states. At her confused glance, he continues. "Think about it, Daenerys. You have many people who already follow your rule. You have a whole entire bay of cities that will bow to you. The dragon riders want to leave Valyria and go somewhere new. If they want power, they can rule over those cities for you in your leave. You've been having trouble with Astapor and Yunkai. They can be the solution. Not some marriage alliance."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at him, a slight smirk on her lips. "Was this your plan all along so no one would marry me?"

"Completely," he answers, trying to keep his face serious, but once she began to laugh he broke, a small smile coming onto his lips. "I'm serious, though…these dragonriders, Taevar included, know that there's more to the world. They don't want Saeresa's life. They want freedom and the ability to have power again like they used to. We can give that to them by having that barrier broken down and letting them out to the world. The red priests are on our side – it's just a matter of patience."

"What of the loyalists?" she asks. "The ones who are loyal to the old king and queen?"

"We have them killed." Her brow raises in complete shock. "Let me rephrase – they either let go of their old ideals of slavery and torturing that their rulers possessed and come to terms with what the real world wants, or they can die in their old world. Simple as that."

She stares at him, and he sees a mix of emotions filtering through her eyes, but one he recognized instantly – desire.

"What is it?" he chuckles.

"Now you're sounding like a king," she murmurs, her arms wrapping around his neck before resting her forehead against his own. "And what of this second council you bring up?"

"Remember when you went to Westeros and left Daario in charge of Meereen?" he asks her, to which she quietly nods. "It would be something like that, except more than one person. First, we establish the new kind of lifestyle here – the ones the commoners want. We fix the city, listen to their needs, and build something better. Once we feel that the city can sustain itself-"

"We get the council," Daenerys finishes for him. He nods.

"Completely. We select people we know we can trust, who know their craft. And while we travel back to our home, our real home, they can keep the city running from afar."

Daenerys was quiet, her eyes searching his own for a moment until her fingers start to run through his hair once more. "You really have thought this all out, huh?" she whispers softly to him.

He tilts his head slightly, his brow furrowed. "If we were going to rule, we had to come up with this beforehand anyway."

She hmms and leans down, kissing him, but this one was filled with intent and need. He could easily feel her desires leaking through her movements, and he knew exactly what she wanted. But after a moment, a sudden thought crosses his mind and he pulls away to look up at her.

"Where's the egg we fond?"

She raises her brow, surprised at his sudden withdrawal. "You told the red priests to grab all of them. I'm assuming they're somewhere in the castle."

"No, no," he states, shaking his head. "The one I held in the cave…did we leave it there? Was it destroyed?"

At his words, he sees a soft smile spread across Daenerys' lips before she shakes her head. "No…I took it with me."

His brow raises in shock. "You actually took it with you? When you had the children and everything?"

"It was the last one there. I couldn't just leave it." He visibly lets out a sigh of relief, letting his head rest against the edge of the tub much like she had earlier. Daenerys tilts her head slightly in confusion. "Why were you so concerned about one egg, Jon?"

He looks up at her before sighing softly. "I…I don't know, it sounds strange when I think about it now."

"You can tell me," she encourages him softly. "I'm not one to judge about these things."

Jon looks up at her, nothing but sincerity in her eyes before he quietly spoke. "I…don't know. I felt some sort of connection to it. I had never had a dragon egg in my hands before but it felt…alive. Like it was meant for…I don't know, me or something. Like I told you, it sounds strange."

"It's not strange at all," Daenerys instantly answers. "I had the same feelings."

His brow raises in surprise. "Really?"

She nods gently, letting her hands rest on his shoulders again. "When I first received my dragon eggs, everyone told me they were stone and would never be real dragons, but I felt a connection to them like there was something alive in there. And because of that, they were born from the flames, because I trusted myself. Dragonriders always form bonds with the dragons they ride. Dragons can have multiple riders throughout their life, but…when you feel a connection to just the egg, you know that it's meant to be yours."

"I don't know how to hatch a dragon egg, though."

"Think of our house words, Jon."

His brow furrows before he speaks. "Fire and blood…well, the fire part is easy with us, but what about…blood?"

"When I hatched Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, I put them in a pit with my dead husband, and with the witch that burned at the stake. While I'd prefer to keep the dead husband part out this time," she starts, and he feels himself smile at her words. "We do have people that would be…good for that."

Jon sighs and lets his head rest again. "I know that, but I told you, burning is too clean of a death for them." He looks up at her. "I want them to suffer for what they did."

"Who says that the fire has to be the only thing that harms them?" Daenerys asks. "We can torture them as long as we want, but keep them alive until the very moment we want that egg to hatch. Think about it, Jon."

He sighs and bites his lip before looking back at her. "Is there another way of using blood beside a human? I…I'm not entirely comfortable with it...I know they deserve to die but...sort of want to avoid burning as many people as possible," he admits quietly, which causes her to nod. She understood that want too after what they had been through.

"I've never used any other way, but considering dragons actually haven't been as extinct as we thought, maybe the red priests might know something different." Jon nods quietly. As much as he did want those two to suffer, he was more or less thinking about the other dragon eggs. It wasn't like they could just hatch them all in a pit. That would be maddening.

"What of the dragons we have now?" he asks her. "Visenya, Jorharion, and Jonarys? How did they hatch?"

"They hatched when I awoke," Daenerys answers. "I don't know where they were when it happened, but when my eyes opened, Kinvara told me the dragons hatched. That's how she knew I was awake."

Jon nods, letting out another sigh. "Well…hopefully there's something else."

Daenerys nods before her fingers start to play with his curls again. "Hmm…"

He raises an eyebrow at her. "What?"

Suddenly, a smirk comes onto her lips, one that sends blood straight to his cock. He knew that smirk. "Jon Targaryen…father of dragons." She presses her lips again to his, one he returned eagerly, his arms wrapping around her body, keeping it close to him. When she pulls back after a moment, he lets his hand rest on her cheek.

"Dragon," he corrects quietly.

"No. Dragons," she answers. "Think about it – Jonarys, because you've bonded with him, and this new dragon if we hatch it."

Jon raises an eyebrow, letting the name linger. It was something he never thought he would have, dragons of all things, but listening to her say it, he felt something he didn't think he would ever feel.

Power.

"It's…quite the name," he answers quietly, looking up at her. "But I wouldn't want to steal it away from you."

"Steal it? No, ñuha jorrāelagon," she whispers, her fingers stroking his hair. "We would share it as one. Because that's what you are to me." She nudges her nose against his, before giving it a soft peck. "I haven't met a single person in this cruel world that understands me the way that you do, but I would never ask for anything else. And if I had to share that title with anyone, it would be you, Jon."

That was enough for him to pull her close again, pushing his lips on hers, but this time, it was full of ferocity, tongues instantly twisting against each other, fighting for dominance, her hands tangled in his curls. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve her kindness after what he had done. But hearing her say that, after everything they had witnessed and done, was the hugest fucking turn-on he had ever experienced.

When he pulls back from her, breath heavy, saliva practically dribbling from their lips, he looks at her, eyes dark. "What am I, Dany?"

Her brow furrows at his words before she rests her hands against his cheeks. "What do you mean?"

"What am I? To you? To the world?"

Daenerys smiles gently before resting her lips against his once more. After a moment, she pulls back and smiles again. "You're a dragon king, Jon. My dragon king. And nothing is going to stop you. Not Saeresa, not Aenar, not Sansa or Bran or anyone from Westeros. No one."

Her hand reaches down under the water to where his cock was, hardened and wanting for he didn't know how long now, but had pushed it back to have a moment with Daenerys. Now, though? All he wanted was to lay with her after the day they had. And the way her fingers wrapped around his shaft, he could tell she wanted it too.

"Dany," he warns.

"I don't want to fuck in that bed," she whispers to him. "Not yet. I want you right here in the tub." Before he could even protest, she had slipped herself over him so quickly that his hands gripped onto her side, clutching her skin at the sudden tightness that enveloped him whole.

"Fuck, Dany," he groans, resting his forehead against hers.

She presses her lips against his, but he feels her smirk against his own, which if possible makes him harder. When she pulls back, her eyes open and she looks right into his own, before slowly moving up and down, not taking her eyes off of his for a second.

They spoke a soft promise to him in that moment, one that said 'we're truly in this together now,' and with each slow movement of her body sliding against his, he could feel it, with her heartbeat, her breath, everything in her person. They were locked in, and he wouldn't want it any other way.

His arms wrap tightly around her as he suddenly pulls her flush against him, lips locking onto hers, as his pace starts to pick up under the water, his cock filling her even more with each stroke. She moans into his mouth, her fingers digging into his skin, clutching onto him. Water starts to puddle out of the tub as he moves as quickly as he could, but he found that because of the liquid around them, it wasn't good enough.

"Jon," she whimpers, her eyes opening again, hooded and clouded with lust. He stops his movements and looks up at her before suddenly standing, still balls deep within her, lifting her as he did. He got flashbacks to their first night here together, except this wasn't just some house near the sea.

This was a castle. And they owned it.

Jon was never one for power. He had never wanted it when he was younger, even up until a couple of years ago. At first, he had just wanted respect and a sense of duty – to be important to something other than being treated as some bastard. Then, when he found Dan, all he wanted was to be a good father and keep her safe. But now?

Now he wanted more. He wanted to rule with Daenerys. He wanted to take down their enemies as they had just done before - together. He wanted to build a new world with her – together.

She had said back then that she wanted to break the wheel? He didn't want to just break it anymore. He wanted to smash it to fucking pieces.

"Take me to bed," she murmurs against his lips as he stands, stepping out onto the floor.

"Don't need to tell me twice," he growls. As soon as they step into the room, Daenerys jumps out of his arms, sliding out quickly to his disappointment, but then pushes him onto the bed, roughly.

He stares up at her sudden intensity but sees the hunger in her eyes, and within seconds, she was on top of him again, taking him fully inside of her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and close, as she lets out quite the loud moan, before bringing her hand to her mouth, embarrassed, her cheeks red.

But his hand instantly moves up and pulls her hand away, his eyes locked on hers. "Don't you dare cover your mouth," he grunts, his voice husky against her ear as he bucks up into her. "I want them to hear you scream my name, Dany. I want them to know you're mine."

To emphasize his point, he grabs her body and stops her from moving before pulling himself out completely out of her. She looks at him, clearly agitated, before he shoves his length back deep inside her, as hard as he could, their flesh slapping against each other. Her brow furrows in surprise at the sudden thrust and she moans again, her head tilting back and her back arching. Only this time she doesn't cover her mouth for him.

"That's it…just like that," he murmurs against her skin, feeling her shudder against him as she rode him. "Keep doing that, my dragon – fuck, keep going."

Her hands clutch onto his shoulders as she moved her body, head resting against his own, while he thrust up into her. As she held onto him, it gave him the perfect opportunity to sink his mouth down onto one of her nipples, swirling his tongue around her already sensitive nub. She moans at his contact, throwing her head back as her hips ground against his.

He continues the movement, his tongue moving back and forth between both nipples, his fingers keeping her steady as he moved himself up into her, savoring the feeling of her tight wet walls gripping him tightly, almost embracing him. After a moment, he slams his lips back to hers, hands digging into her hair as his pace increased.

"Tell me again," he growls into her ear, feeling her body shake against his voice. "Tell me what I am."

Her eyes connect with his own, desire-ridden, and needful. And then, ever so softly, she leans in and presses her lips against his once more, her passion filling his head completely, until she pulls away and nuzzles her nose against his. "You're my king, Jon – seven hells, fuck, - and I…I'm your queen," she gasps, her eyes closing in shock as his hand comes down and starts to rub circles around her clit. "Oh, fuck."

"That's my girl," he groans against her neck as his body bucks up against her. "I want you to cum for me, Dany, right now." His eyes connect with her own again, as his lips lean in and nibble on her lower lip. "Can you do that for me?"

She swallows and nods, her breath nothing but gasps at this point.

"Good," he whispers before his fingers reach back down and circle around her clit once more, before slamming his cock deep within her. That combination of movements seemed to do it for her, and she was burying her head into his shoulder, her fingernails hanging on so tightly to his skin that he knew she had drawn blood, practically screaming his name into his flesh as she shook around him, her chest heaving from the pleasure.

While she rode out her pleasure he moved his pace quickly to find his own release, not taking his eyes off of her for a second, until a few moments later he could feel himself fall apart, letting out a deep guttural growl as his body shook and spasmed, filling her with his seed. His arms held her close, not wanting to let her go, not even for a second, while the back of his head rests against the bed, basking in the glow of their coupling.

After a moment, he feels himself open his eyes and he sees her looking up at him from where she had collapsed onto his chest, and after that he falls fully onto the bed, his body resting against the furs, still sheathed inside her, rubbing her back.

"Are you alright?" he asks her softly. He knew he had been a bit rough. A part of him didn't know what came over him, but he knew it had to be something related to everything going on.

"I'm alright," she answers back to him, smiling a little. "Where did that come from?"

His brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"The…" She leans up, finally slipping out of him, and he immediately misses her warmth. "I don't know…the king stuff…I never thought of you to be…aroused by that."

Jon could feel his cheeks redden slightly at her comment but he pulls her close and rests his hands against her waist, feeling her let out a soft breath. He could sense why she was nervous - that all of a sudden he was feeling good about what they were doing.

"I'm not aroused by me having power," he says to her, his fingers stroking up her skin. "I'm aroused by us – on what we have done. What we've been through…everything has led us to this moment – and I can only hope that means good things in the future as well."

He leans in and kisses her, her body melting into his, her hands intertwining with his own. After a moment, she pulls back, swallowing.

"You really scared me today, you know that?" Before he could ask what, she continues. "Going off in that volcano…I know that you had to and that we didn't have much of a choice if we wanted them to pay for what they had done but…doing it without me there – I can't tell you how extremely frightened I was that you…that we…"

She couldn't get the words out. Jon brings his hand up to her hair, stroking the still wet tendrils from their bath away from her face. He could almost feel her fear when she spoke of it.

"I know what I did was impulsive," he says softly, looking up at her. "But you need to understand that I can't always stay hidden away waiting for other people to fight my battles. You know that."

"Of course I do," she interjects, her brow furrowed. "It's one of the things that made me fall for you, Jon. You're as stubborn as a bloody ox." That made him chuckle a bit, but he lets her keep speaking. "It's more…" She sighs and glances at the furs beneath them before her eyes move back to his. "I hate when you do these things without me," she states bluntly. "We agreed to do this together and when you go off, trying to 'save the world' because you want to protect me and the children…I feel like you don't think we can help you. That I can help you."

"Daenerys, I know you can," he whispers to her, trying to show it in his eyes that what he was saying was the truth. "Out of any woman I have ever met, you're the fiercest one out there, and I know you would do anything to protect the people that you love…but you have to understand that it's something entirely new for me."

Her brow furrows once more. "What does that mean?"

"I…" He swallows and tries to find his words. "When I was younger, the people I had to protect never mattered that much to me. I mean, it was my home, my people in the North, but it was nothing compared to what this is now. I wanted to protect the world from the darkness that would consume it, and after that battle finished, I didn't think I would ever experience that need to protect ever again. But then I met Dan, and Daemon, and saw you again."

His hand travels up to her cheek, stroking softly.

"I had never felt such an overwhelming need to protect the family that I never thought I would have. The very idea of losing you…or the children…it tears me apart. I know that you wanted to stay and help me – I understand that completely. But you need to see my point of view…I can't lose you. I can't lose this. If I did…I would be lost."

Daenerys stares down at him, her eyes searching his own, before her soft lips open to speak. "And you don't think I would be lost if I lost you or the children?"

He sees her eyes were filled with slight hurt at his statement and he sighs. "I didn't mean it like that, Dany…I meant you could live without me. You have hundreds of thousands of supporters. And I knew that if I did die there…you and the children would be safe. I know you're powerful. I know they're powerful. But the idea of you dying terrifies me."

Daenerys looks at him before moving her gaze down to where his old wounds were. "How could you even think I could live without you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. He could almost feel the tears coming out of her eyes.

"Dany…"

"I was in a dark place when you died, Jon," she replies, moving her gaze back to his own. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "The only thing that kept me alive was my children. That was it. I know that you think because you're the man or the father that you always have to protect us but for fuck's sake, Jon. We aren't an ordinary family. I can command dragons. Your daughter can summon fire. Our son is a bloody healer. We are meant to work together and stay alive. Together. That's the only reason we're even ruling right now – because we're doing this together."

A stray tear escapes her eyes as her lower lip quivers. Jon quietly brings a hand up to her cheek, wiping away the tear. "I'm sorry," he whispers to her. "Truly…I'm sorry for worrying you and our family. I know what I did was frightening…but I promise in the future, we fight together."

He leans up and presses his lips against hers, feeling her let out a soft sigh once more. When Jon pulls back, he nuzzles his face against her neck, holding her close, reveling in her scent.

After a moment though, he pulls back and looks up at her, a curious expression on his face.

"We're going to need new crowns."

She lets out a laugh that's more of a sputter, bringing her hand to her mouth. A few leftover tears escape from her laugh but she wipes them away, shaking her head. "You're thinking of that? Right now?"

He feels his cheeks redden but he shakes his head. "Not actively, of course. It's just a thought that passed through my head," he chuckles, looking up at her. "If we're going to be ruling soon, we can't wear the same things those people wore. We'd need something different. Something us."

Daenerys chuckles a bit and lets her hands rest against his shoulders. "I'm sure we can do something like that." She leans down and presses her lips against his again. When she pulls back, her voice lowers and she swallows. "If…if we're not doing anything until the children are healed…what are we going to do with…"

Jon nods his head, knowing what she was talking about. He feels her hands drop to his chest, silently resting them against his skin. "We'll deal with it when we can. For now, they can rot below us for all I care. Besides…as much as I hate them, I don't want to do anything until Nesara is awake. The children were hurt by them but…seems wrong to just kill their parents without their say."

"Do…should we have a trial?" Daenerys asks. Jon raises an eyebrow and she continues. "I'm not saying they won't be convicted, but most of Valyria doesn't know their full plan, of what they had wanted to do. They only know that there's a reason as to why they are locked up now. If we had a trial, they would be forced to confess what they had done, to whom and where, and what they were planning to do. That way…any doubters of why we locked them up can see the evil they truly are and we can avoid any anarchy that comes from this sudden…change in monarchy."

Jon slowly nods, digesting her words. "I like the way you think," he states quietly after a moment, looking up at his lover. "I think that might be a way to go…but for now we just need to rest and hope the children will be okay. Kinvara as well. We'll talk more with the people tomorrow."

Daenerys nods, moving her head down to rest against his chest, her body sinking into his own. He pulls the furs over on top of them, holding her close to him. He could die happily like this. Daenerys cuddled into his chest, his children not far from him, a possible threat gone from their lives. But he knew they had much more to do.

And as sleep finally started to overtake them, Daenerys' voice rings out. "And can we please redecorate this castle? The colors make me want to vomit."

Jon snorts at her request, his chest heaving with laughter, and he could feel her smile against his skin. But he leans down and kisses her forehead once the laughter subsides. "Anything for you, my queen."

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Cuteness overload or boring chapter? Idk lol

Valyrian translations for the win:

ñuha jorrāelagon - my love.

Honestly this chapter was going to be longer, around 20,000 words, but Jon and Daenerys' conversation took up so much space so I cut it off here lol I think it was a conversation they needed to have because not everything can be about action - gotta have some politics and ruling in there as well lol but I promise next chapter will have some crazy stuff - and some big reveals. You'll see :) just need a bit of a fluff break haha

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