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)

33. The Targaryens: Rulers of Valyria

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Daenerys

Blood was everywhere.

Most importantly, it was in her eyes, the way that she saw the world. Everything around her was on fire, and the world was burning – yet, she felt no pain.

She stumbled through what looked like wasted battlefields, on top of bodies after bodies. Her hair was undone and streaming across her vision, sticking with the blood that covered it. It was strange how her hair usually hit the light just right at night, but now it was nothing but the blood of the dead.

As she walked, her eyes surveyed the bodies on the ground. Familiar faces were strewn on each of them. Dragonlords she had been speaking to, some with their heads even cut off, but it was nothing compared to the carnage that she found ahead.

People she hadn't seen in years, all dead. Gendry from House Baratheon, with his neck slit. Davos, the kind man that had been Jon's hand, with his insides spilling out onto the ground. Arya, the girl who had been an unlikely friend, lying lifeless, blood spilling out of her eyes.

But that wasn't what caused the dragon queen to howl in anguish. No. What made her break was the family that laid in front of her, right near the edge of a cliff.

Three children laid close together, all with their backs slit open and their blood spilling onto fresh snow while fire raged beyond. One was a little girl, her eyes blank and dead, while the other two were older, a girl and a boy. Each had multiple stab wounds.

Zaevar, Mae and Nesara.

But they had only been trying to protect the two children that now laid in front of her, as she stumbled towards them. Something started to spread through her body, a stinging sensation that felt like a million little knives piercing her skin. She fell onto her knees once she turns the bodies around of the two children.

Dan and Daemon.

Daemon had his face destroyed. It was as if something had crawled inside of him and made his head split open into two, but the eyes were still intact. Dan was lying with her hands and feet cut off – the source of her power – while a stab wound laid right above her heart. Right where Daenerys' was.

A sliver of pain so powerful forced Daenerys onto the ground, screaming into her hands, tears streaking down her cheeks. Her children. Her beloved children. They were dead. She couldn't protect them. She failed.

"No…no…" she whispers, staring at the carnage in front of her. This couldn't be real. None of this was real. It couldn't be.

Her body shakes from the rushes of pain that were sent through her, all enough to close her eyes and shrivel into a ball of hurt, to have her falling onto her hands to try and stand it. Gods, what was this pain? What was this feeling?

Where was she?

She stands and walks further, some sort of light appearing from beyond the paths of icy bodies in front of her. Her whole entire body shook with anticipation. She wanted to vomit from the pain that was spreading through her chest but the need to see what was in front of her was too strong.

And the more she walked, the clearer it became. Painted along the wall of a mountain, torn apart and ripped to shreds, was some sort of spiral, and it seemed to be painted in blood.

She moves her head down and feels herself fall, not being able to hold herself up any longer. Cries of anguish escaped her throat as she stared at the being in front of her.

There laid Jon, the stab marks of his body opened, his mouth with dried blood, and his eyes lifeless.

"No, please!" she cries, bringing her legs to her chest. "Please, don't take him too, no!" Her head hits her body, and she rocks back and forth, sobs rocketing through her body. Everyone she loved. Everyone she cared about, dead.

This was her penance. This was what she was repaid after killing all those innocents. Her loved ones gone. Her life destroyed. Her future ruined. Everything she loved…vanished. It was all gone. Everything was gone.

Suddenly, the fire crackling in the distance stopped, and the wind seized to howl. Daenerys moves her teary eyes to look behind her, and felt herself still, getting up shakily, staring.

In front of her stood thousands of the dead, eyes blue and red, their faces melted together, their eyes filled with dread. Her eyes spot the children right in the front and she feels herself take several steps back once Dan – now legless and armless – wobbles to her, eyes as blue as ice.

"We…this shouldn't…happen…why is this happening?" she screams, turning around. When she looks to where Jon's body was, it was not there. Instead stood Bran, except his skin was blue, ice layered his skin, and his eyes were as clear as the day outside before this hell she entered. Before she could even ask any questions, a blue fire appeared next to him.

A woman she hardly recognized stepped out of the flames, but it was too dark to see who this was. But before Daenerys could even see properly, she felt someone grab her neck and turn her around. As she fought to escape whoever it was, they slammed her up against the spiral that was on the wall, and she feels herself sob when she sees who was the culprit.

Cold, blue eyes stare back at her, hands wrapped tightly around her throat. She feels tears slip from her eyes. "Jon…"

He raises his hand, now holding a dagger, and plunges it deep into her heart.

Daenerys gasps as she awoke, sweat pouring down her body and her hand flying towards the wound that sat on her chest. As she stared down at her skin, she realized that it was just a nightmare and that her wound was fine. And when she looked to the left, she saw Jon, sleeping peacefully. Not dead, not with blue eyes.

"Fuck," she whispers, bringing her hands to her face. Every part of her was shaking. She hadn't had a nightmare like that in years…and yet here it was, coming out of nowhere.

She quietly looks over at Jon and gently gets up, trying not to disturb him. He had been working so hard lately to finalize the details on bringing the shield down that protected the Valyrian's from the outside world. People wanted to be free, and Jon wanted to grant it. He deserved to rest.

But that had been what had given her this nightmare.

Daenerys sighs as she grabs her robe and places it around her shoulders, before quietly leaving the room and closing the door softly behind her. She walks down the hallways to the biggest balcony the castle had on the top floor, before stepping out and letting herself lean against the banister.

She hated thinking about these things. She hated thinking that something like what she and Jon had gone through could come back to haunt them. But she couldn't help it. Every single time Jon mentioned bringing the wall down, she thought back to what happened to Dan, right before they had left.

Bran had almost been able to kill the girl just by using his powers. He knew they were in Meereen. So why hadn't he attacked them yet? And just what was he playing at? Some mythical creature thing? Or was he actually trying to lead?

Yes, Bran had been the thing that had been haunting her nightmares as of lately – the one person she thought would never invade her mind. But he was, and it was causing sleeplessness almost every night.

Who knew a cripple could be so fucking terrifying?

It was just everything that was all coming at once. Her mind remembered the dreams that Dan had about blue-eyed creatures, what sketches Daemon had been drawing after his death, and how Dan had nearly died because of Bran – who had given her, what, a blue mark? What did that even mean?

If he could get into her head so easily, who's to say that he couldn't get into Daenerys'?

"No," she mutters to herself as the wind blows past her. "He had a reason to hurt Dan…she's special. She has her visions. She's the reason we know about what he and Sansa did." She glances at the ground and sighs. No matter how she tried to justify what happened, she couldn't.

It wasn't like she wanted to. If anything, she wanted to forget it ever did. And while they were in the walls of Valyria, she had.

You know, she was on the side of letting the Valyrian's free, but now that she thought about it, what really would happen to her and her family now? What would that entail? She was terrified Bran would somehow find Valyria and send it to ruins. And then a second Doom would be all because of her family.

Daenerys loved her children. She loved Jon. But at the same time, being with them and doing what they were doing was dangerous. There were a lot of people who wouldn't want to see their family in power. But here they were – very much in power, and in control of what seems to be a race of humans that are far more powerful than anyone she had met.

Yeah, he did have good reason to kill her.

And what was up with that woman in her dream? It was like…the opposite of what Bran was. She knew Arya had killed the Night King – she had seen the carnage, and the bodies fall to pieces – but at the same time, Bran – at least in the dream – seemed just like him, except he looked, well, like Bran. And he was standing – which was obviously something that didn't happen.

But the woman who stood next to him seemed to be the complete opposite, a full angry range of blue fire and blood streaking down her cheeks, but it had been so dark that Daenerys didn't know if it was just a figment of her imagination, or that it could have been someone she knew.

She highly doubted it, really. Her nightmares were only finding ways to torture her again now that she was in a position of power once more. But it only felt…so real. Her children being dead, the Galeron's…Jon…she could almost feel the heat from the blue flames.

And wherever she had been, it had been freezing at the same time. She had never experienced such a cold except when she rescued Jon's men from the wights back then…

That only sent another shiver up her spine.

"Dany?"

She turns her head to find a newly awakened Jon Snow, who seemed surprised that she was up. She sighs and turns to him as he walks over to her, resting his hands against her waist.

"Is everything alright?" he asks her softly.

Daenerys smiles gently and rests a hand on Jon's cheek, nodding. "I'm alright, love…just had a bad dream is all."

"You know you can tell me about it," he replies, pushing back her hair. She nods, looking up into his stormy eyes.

"I know…I didn't want to wake you. I was surprised my thrashing about didn't."

"I had a long day of training," he admits, shrugging softly as he walks around her to the front of the banister. "I was exhausted by the time I went to bed. I needed to sleep more than I thought I did…but I didn't know nightmares have been plaguing you again. How long has this been happening?"

Daenerys sighs and glances back out at the balcony. "They've been happening ever since we took the throne…but this one was just…particularly bad. Others had bits and pieces that scared me but this one…I'm surprised I didn't wake up screaming."

"Was it really that bad?" he asks her.

Daenerys lets her head drop and she nods. "It was probably the worst one I've ever experienced…people I didn't even remember from all those years ago were in it and everyone was just…dead. Everyone was dead. It was awful." She looks up at him and sighs. "I wish I could understand why they were happening but…I don't know."

Jon's brow furrows. "You do know. You're just not telling me."

Daenerys sighs and glances at the ground before looking back at him. "I'm a grown woman. If I have nightmares I can handle them…I don't want to worry you." She reaches up and presses a soft kiss against his lips. "I think we should get back to bed. I'm alright. You don't need to worry about me."

Jon looks at her quietly, his eyes searching hers, but Daenerys had gotten quite good at hiding her feelings at this point in her life. She didn't want to worry Jon with her nightmares. She needed him to stay focused.

And after a moment, he sighs and steps back. "Alright…if that's what you wish." He takes her hand and holds her close, stepping away from the balcony. "Let's go back to bed."

She nods and follows after him, holding onto his hand tightly. And as she walked, she needed to remember that this was real. He was right here, not some blue-eyed creature, and holding her hand. He was alive. He was okay. Her children were okay. And she had to let that be.

At least for now.

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Jon

The early morning light had been what woke Jon up the next day, and when he got ready, he made sure to check on Daenerys every couple of minutes, just to make sure she was sleeping soundly. He had been letting her sleep in a little bit more lately due to a certain lack of energy, but he didn't think it could have been nightmares.

And as he walked towards the mapping room, where most of their council had been meeting for the last month since their coronation, his mind was completely on her. She had been having these nightmares for a while now and hadn't even told him.

Did that make him a bad person for not noticing sooner? Or was it alright because she hadn't told him? Furthermore, what on earth was the content of these dreams if everyone she knew or cared about was dead in them? You don't just tell someone that and suddenly expect them to be okay with it.

And even if she wouldn't tell him now, eventually she would. Maybe. At least he prayed she would. He didn't want them to be one of those couples that kept secrets from each other – they had told themselves when they first started coupling again that there were no more secrets, not anymore. But this…this felt kind of like a secret.

He sighs as he walks in, letting his eyes fall over the map of the world that they had. It was a beautiful room, letting in enormous amounts of light that lit up the board where their pieces were. Usually, this would be used for army purposes, but because they weren't planning any type of war – at least not yet – this was all for strategy.

Trying to see which areas would be good for dragonlords to escape to, to take power. Jon had been wondering how many to send to Yunkai and Astapor to keep them in line and govern the people in place of the masters, but he didn't know all the dragonlords as much. That's where he left Taevar in charge of giving him the information.

In Westeros, there was always this sort of small council that the king – or queen – had that helped advise the ruler, but he didn't want Valyria to be a carbon copy of the place that had caused him and Daenerys so many negative memories. Instead, he wanted something new. So he appointed different types of roles for a council that would follow him and Daenerys, even when they exited Valyria and returned back to Meereen.

He kept the Hand of the King role and assigned that to Taevar. It could also be a little bit biased because he really liked Taevar, especially how he had been keeping them informed before their coronation, but he was a smart man. He didn't seem to be too much older than Jon – at least not as old as Davos was, but relatively older that he had seen a lot of trouble in his lifetime - and had the experience of someone who had lived in Valyria his whole life. He knew the people off the back of his hand, which is why he was his go-to man for advice regarding the people of Valyria – as well as the ones who would fly east.

Master of Coin and the Archmaester had been something that was difficult to rework. Because maester's weren't common practice in Valyria, there were instead healers and red priests who had the information of the world that would help them. And plus – he had his daughter, who was able to see anything into the past just by touching a book about it. When thinking about it more, an Archmaester seemed out of hand and unneeded, so he and Daenerys both collectively decided that Kinvara would serve as the red priest who would report back to them, and if they needed real help about something from the past to guide them, Dan would be right there.

Jon had asked Dan privately if she would be willing to do this, and Dan had said with the hugest grin on her face "hell yeah!" Jon had a feeling she had just wanted to be a part of the council for rarity's sake, but he had been happy to see her so excited about it.

The Master of Coin was something that he and Daenerys both agreed they would share. They never really understood the point of being a ruler if you were placing all of the power of your own economy into the hands of another, who could easily spend it. Sure, you could make the requests, but many Master of Coin's wouldn't even attempt to talk down their ruler from making poor decisions – look at Petyr Baelish. He had been Master of Coin and he had done nothing.

When thinking of a Kingsguard, and a head of one, Jon had thought extremely long and hard. He knew out of everyone that sometimes the people who were meant to protect you were the ones who betrayed you…he had it happen to him and Dany had it happen to her…so trying to find the people who would protect them was the hardest part of coming up with this council. After some much-talked-about research, he had decided that Magar would be the head, the kind man who had stayed with them once they had taken over and that from there, he would develop a guard of people who would serve them.

He trusted Magar. He had done a good job keeping them safe for the past couple of months and he seemed incredibly thankful that Daenerys had lifted the ban on having families or other lives besides guarding the king. Some people would think 'well if they have other lives, how are they going to protect you at night?' And Magar had suggested that for the guards who didn't have families or people to go home to, they would guard at night. And Jon had agreed wholeheartedly.

From there, the last two they had wanted to implement were the Master of War and a Master of Whispers. While Master of Ships was important, he felt that they didn't need someone who consistently looked after their seas. For now, it was fine where it was and he knew he would be able to handle that. He also remembered that there had been some sort of Master of Laws, but again – he personally felt that if the king and queen didn't know how laws worked, what was the point of the ruling? It really was a gray area.

With Master of War, he knew he didn't want to really appoint anyone else besides himself to that, but Taevar had gone against him and said that it wasn't smart to have him running everything when it came to war. He needed a marshall or a grand general to keep people in line when Jon wasn't there, help him with battle plans in case something like that happened. So Taevar had suggested Rhaemon Veltaris.

Apparently, the Veltaris family had been known for centuries as the masterminds behind some of the wars the old Valyrian's fought, and although the current nation hadn't had any quandaries with the outside world, Taevar had told him Rhaemon knew everything there was to know about battle. So Jon had quizzed him and asked him about everything he understood regarding strategy, and Rhaemon had answered with his own ideas, thoughts, and abilities. After some discussion with Daenerys, both had agreed to allow him to serve as a Master of War.

The only one remaining that he truly cared about was Master of Whisperers, but he hated that name. It only reminded him of Varys and how he had betrayed Daenerys and himself. So he wanted to create something different, something more…threat inducing, he supposed. He didn't want to be the kind of king that instilled fear in his people but in his enemies? He didn't care. And he knew exactly what they were going to call it.

All he needed was for them to arrive. And she would be, soon. As soon as the wall was down.

The door to the room opens and he looks up to see Taevar approach him. Often when they were in these strategy phases it was him, Daenerys, and Taevar. As much as he cared for the others and they had all done a great job in keeping this place in line, he knew for this he needed the eyes of the Valyrian's, and that was through Taevar.

"My king," he states, bowing his head.

"It's been a month, Taevar. I've told you, I don't need to be called that from you," he chuckles a bit. Taevar shrugs and leans against the table, looking down at the pieces they had placed on Yunkai and Astapor.

"You're a king, Jon. It's better to get used to it. I'm surprised you haven't with how often you have people coming into the throne room to address you."

Jon sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Just because people come and talk to me doesn't make it any less strange…I grew up a bastard and now suddenly I'm a king of a place that I didn't even know existed."

"Not to mention married to a beautiful woman with two children," Taevar points out. "Pretty sure men of the Night's Watch aren't very 'okay' with that.'"

Jon chuckles a bit and looks at the map again. He had told Taevar about his past so he understood why Jon felt so strange about taking over, and Taevar had listened with an open eye and heart. That was something he really liked about the older man. He reminded him of a younger Davos. He had this accent that was a little harder to understand – a common tongue in Essos – but he had this personality of a wise man who had lived through a lot of shit, and Jon was glad to have that kind of person back in his life again.

A part of him wondered how Davos was. He hadn't seen him since the Battle of King's Landing. He knew that Bran had appointed him the Master of Ships but other than that, there was not much else he knew. He hoped his family was alright.

"That is true," he admits, smiling. "I got the lucky end of the deal, that's for sure."

Taevar walks over to his side. "Where is the queen this morning?"

Before Jon could answer, the door to the room opened and closed, and he turned his head to see Daenerys walking over. She had gotten dressed and had her hair done, but even he could see she was still tired. "Your queen is here," she states softly.

Taevar bows his head while Jon walks over to her. "I wanted to let you sleep in, Dany."

"I'm fine, Jon. Really." She gives him a soft smile but he could see it didn't quite reach her eyes. But before he could protest, she moved towards the map, looking down at the figures that laid beneath her. "How is planning going? Do we have an idea of who we're sending to Yunkai and Astapor when the wall is removed?"

"We've decided that we don't want it to be just one collective family," Jon answers for her, deciding maybe right now wasn't the best way to talk with her about what she was going through. "If we only send one family, there's a much higher chance that the slave masters who are still in power there might hurt them."

"But if we send multiple, they'll overpower them," she answers quietly, causing him to nod. "It makes sense. What of the families we are sending?"

"Old and righteous supporters of Valyria," Taevar answers. "We're talking the Vaeltaris', the Meltalor's, the Tarlaeron's – all of the most ancient dragon families."

Her brow furrows in surprise. "I know that many of them did survive but are there enough to send them to these places?"

"There are supporters that they can bring," Taevar responds. "While we do support the king and queen of Valyria and have for a long time, there are people who support specific families as well as the king and queen. I'm sure you had instances like that back in Westeros – Jon told me the North was fully dedicated to the Starks but still served whoever sat in the Iron Throne. We've had that kind of political system here for a long time now."

Daenerys nods and bites her lip. "How are we sure that there won't be a rebellion?" she asks Taevar with a raised brow. "We're suddenly giving these families power that they have not had in a very long time. How do we know they won't convert the people of Yunkai and Astapor and lay waste to Meereen when we return?"

"Because I have their word," Jon replies.

Daenerys rolls her eyes. "Having someone's 'word' isn't good enough, Jon. You had Sansa's word not to tell your secret and she instead decided to tell the one person she knew could get to me."

"The wrong choice of words, I suppose," he states to her gently, looking at her from across the table. "What I mean is that I have their debt paid in blood."

Daenerys' brow furrows as she looks over at where Taevar stood. "What is he speaking about?"

"Jon and I have been discussing this for a long time. We had the same concerns. What he proposed is that we take one of their family members – their strongest – and enlist them in our dragon army. That way, in case they decide to suddenly become rebellious and threaten your rule, we can then threaten the lives of their loved ones."

"You're taking someone without their consent?" she asks, turning her gaze back to Jon.

"No, not at all," Jon answers. "We're taking someone we know would willingly serve the crown, the soldiers of the family, the riders that have dragons but don't want to conquer cities. We do trust these people, but you can't help but be cautious after what we both have gone through. We didn't blatantly tell these people 'hey, if you threaten what we are trying to build, we're going to harm your loved ones.' It's just so we have collateral, so they know that their family members are still faithful to the rule of Valyria. And I'm not saying that if they instantly threaten our rule we hurt whoever it is. We're not those people. We would try and work it out peacefully at first – but if nothing did come from that, it would have to come down to ruthlessness. You know that out of everyone."

Daenerys sighs and glances at the map. "Gods, do I," she mutters before turning her gaze back to him. "So you're absolutely positive right now, you have the support of the dragonlords and that this is only a bad-case scenario?"

"Completely," Jon responds.

"The dragonlords love you," Taevar states from where he stands. "I told Jon this the first day we elected you and I'll tell you it again – they want change. They want to see the world. And they know you two can bring it. Plus, you're a kind queen and he's a brave king – two things we haven't had in years. We want something like that. Anyone who goes against something like this is a fool – but we can never be too careful."

Daenerys nods. "Alright…then I agree with the plan. But it's only if something like that does happen. I have a feeling there won't be any rebellions in Valyria for a time now." She looks back at Taevar. "What about these quelling's you have been telling me about? About wanting to invade the Free Cities again?"

Jon's brow furrows as he turns to Taevar. "Quelling's?"

Taevar sighs. "I didn't tell you this because I knew you don't know the Free Cities as well as we do, but some of the dragonriders want to start up the Valyrian Freehold again."

Jon's brow furrows as he runs a hand through his hair. "I can't believe I'm asking this as King of Valyria…but can both of you give me a history lesson quickly on what exactly that is?" he asks.

He sees Daenerys laugh, her head in her hands. Yes, he was embarrassed about that. He knew about the Free Cities and that they originated from Valyria, but that had been about the extent of his knowledge on the subject from the few lessons he received as a bastard in Winterfell. With Daenerys and Taevar, he knew they were much more knowledgeable about the subject.

"Taevar, you can start," Daenerys chuckles from where she sat, shaking her head.

"The Valyrian Freehold wasn't just the Free Cities. It was Mantarys, Tolos…Elyria, and Gogossos. Even Dragonstone. They were the empire that Valyria created, that lasted for hundreds of years. It had the best military in the world and some of the best cultures across Essos. And we were the most powerful of all – the dragonlords. They were all created from slaves years ago, but have turned into cities and islands. Some were military outposts, others were religious areas. But they all became the daughters of Valyria – it's where Valyrian blood still runs strong." He sighs and glances outside. "Some of the dragonlords here want to conquer those cities again now that they are stronger than before, but it's not right to just take over."

"I agree," Daenerys says quietly from where she stood.

Jon's brow raises in surprise. "I thought you of all people would want to take them back? Most take part in slaves – Eleana was a slave in Lys until they trained her to become a – well, you know," he states.

Daenerys sighs and nods. "I know they do. I understand that. But the people there don't deserve to suddenly be taken over. I did that once with Yunkai and Astapor and now we're trying to see how we can keep them in line. With multiple dragonriders going across Essos and demanding they bow to us? That's not going to work."

She glances at the map and bites her lip, looking back at Taevar.

"You said that you had families picked out to govern Yunkai and Astapor for us?"

"Yes, my queen."

"I think we should start with them," she states, looking back at Jon. "I do want to free the slaves that are in the Free Cities. It's always been a wish of mine, but I never fulfilled it due to other responsibilities. But we can't do it all at once. It would be overwhelming. We would truly just become conquerors at that point – not rulers. Not people wanting what's best for others. But the slaves of Yunkai and Astapor are already free and as long as we keep the former slave masters in line, we can see what a family that governs the people there is like. Take it slow."

"What about the other cities?" Jon asks quietly from where he sat. "You said that there were others. Mantarys, Gorgossos, Tolos, and Elyria. What of them?"

"Gorgossos is abandoned and has been in ruins for years, so we don't need to focus on that for a while. Mantarys and Tolos…I don't know about them," Daenerys answers. "Even when we were traveling back to Meereen we didn't want to step foot into Mantarys because of the stories…I do however remember that Tolos aligned with Mantarys and Yunkai, and didn't want me in Meereen…called me a whore."

"Nice people," Jon mutters.

"Please, I've heard everything at this point," she states, glancing back at the map. "And Elyria…I do not know much about them. They were always so distant and wanted me out just as much as the next people in Slaver's Bay…but they're small. They never had self-government before the Doom…I'm quite sure they're still ruled by slave masters just as Yunkai and Astapor are. But…maybe those lands would be good. The ones that aren't the Free Cities."

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

"I mean, I couldn't do much before when I only had the Unsullied and the Dothraki," she states, looking back at him. "Now, we have a whole nation behind our backs, supporting us. These people are known to be the worst of the worst…if we send dragonlords to conquer them, that takes a place in their 'want for Valyrian Freehold,' while also keeping the Free Cities out of the picture for now. I don't want to conquer them – I think we should have something similar to Westeros."

Jon's brow furrows. That was the first time he had heard her say that word in he didn't know how long. "What do you mean?"

"Well, once we send dragonlords to Yunkai, Astapor, Mantarys, Tolos, and Elyria, then we can focus on the Free Cities. We need to take it slow, see how they adapt to situations thrown at them, possible rebellions…but if everything goes to plan, we can maybe…frighten the leaders of the Free Cities into following what we say."

"With what?" Taevar asks.

At that moment, the sound of Drogon screeching outside, flying past the castle, only brought a small smile to her lips.

"That's a strange question to ask considering there are plenty of dragons here. But it wouldn't be a burning or anything like that…I refuse to take part in a tragedy again. It would be intimidation, a demand. Let your slaves go or else something will happen. They'll be surrounded by dragons. They'll have no choice but to change their ways. And then from there…we can make alliances. Have dragonlords go back and forth to make sure they are still following what they agreed to do, and have the backs of the daughters of Valyria with us."

"What of Braavos?" Jon asks, pointing to the port city on the map. "As well as Pentos." He gestures to the next. "I don't know much about the cities but I know those two outlawed slavery. And Braavos went against you in the war with Cersei. How are you so sure they'll comply if you can't threaten their slaves – because they don't have any – and that they will speak with you on terms?"

"Pentos actually sort of has a loophole around that," Taevar states. "Although their city doesn't allow slaves, they use servants. While you treat your own with dignity, I can't say they do the same."

"He's right," Daenerys replies. "I was in Pentos for a time and as far as I can recall, I was the only one who was nice to the servants in the house I was staying in. Everyone else treated them like they would a slave in Volantis. The only difference is that they had nicer clothes. So we can instead threaten their servants or whatever they call them. They're still under the law of someone else."

"Alright, then what about Braavos?"

Daenerys bites her lip and sighs. "Bravos is already against slavery – it was founded by slaves after Valyria. They aren't too fond of people like us. But they would be excellent allies. They have the Golden Company – or what's left of them. But they also have the Iron Bank of Braavos, which would be excellent if we ever needed help regarding coin…it's something that we'd have to really think about down the road, how to approach that because you're right…they aren't too fond of me."

"Have they heard of Jon Targaryen yet?" Taevar asks with a raised brow.

Daenerys shakes her head. "No, most people haven't. The only ones who really knew of Jon's true parentage were his family and the members of my own council. That had been enough to take me down…but other than them, I do not recall the rest of the world finding out."

"Well not to sound rude, but many people in the world have heard of what you did. I do expect Braavos would be a little less than interested in you talking with them. But perhaps a male Targaryen?"

"No," Jon instantly states, looking at him. "Daenerys and I agreed to rule as equals. If someone is only aligning with us because of me, what's the point?"

"The point is that even if they don't like me, they'll like you," Daenerys answers. "I know I won't be well-liked across everywhere – some people are just like that. They're stuck in the past. But the goal is to make as many allies as possible, and if that starts with you, then we should do it…you don't need to use your honor for this, Jon. I understand."

"Dany-"

"It's what we did with the North in Westeros, Jon. They aligned with you, and because of that, they aligned with me."

"And we all know how that turned out!" he snaps, staring at her. Daenerys' brow furrowed at his sudden rash attitude, and Jon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry…I just don't want another situation where we think we have allies and suddenly they turn on us because of some secret or…I don't know."

"Those are risks you have to take," Daenerys answers him calmly, walking to where he stood. "Did you really think I thought that Astapor and Yunkai were going to be resourceful allies? I knew that they would try and go back on their word after what I did, how I took their cities. But I fought back. As long as we show our power, anyone who goes against us will be dealt with accordingly."

Taevar moves a piece to where Valyria laid, broken up. Jon knew that as soon as they did take down the wall, all of the world maps would have to be changed. "Well, this is all sounding great, but there's still the part that's the most important – taking down the shield that protects us from the outside world."

Jon sees Daenerys step away from the map, suddenly quiet. He looks over at her and sees her eyes moving over the map, letting out a soft sigh before he turns his gaze back to where it laid. "This past month I've been preparing people for it," he responds, looking at him. "I laid down rules for travel. The only areas we could go to at first would be Sothoryos for supplies, and to Meereen when we travel back. From there, we'll expand accordingly. But anyone who wishes to fly their dragons over the seas or into the woods beyond the shield could now."

"Would that mean people would be able to find us?" Daenerys asks quietly.

"If they knew the coordinates," Jon answers for her. "Many people tend to avoid Valyria because they believe it to be broken, and because the city is hidden a little bit into the hills, it might be hard to see from a distance, but until we start to make a name for ourselves again, I think we should be safe."

"So when should we take the shield down?" Taevar asks.

"I'm thinking of tomorrow. What do you – Dany?" His brow furrows as he turns to her, seeing her look out into the city, but something was different. Her eyes were glassy as if she had tears threatening to spill, and the color had drained from her face. Jon looks over at Taevar. "Do you mind if I spend a few minutes alone with her?"

Taevar nods his head and bows. "Don't have to ask me. Let me know when you'd like to speak again." The man leaves the room quickly, closing the door behind him. Once it was secure, Jon turns back to where Daenerys was, walking over to her.

"What is wrong, Daenerys?" he asks her softly.

"Nothing," she mutters.

"Daenerys." He knew she didn't like it when he used her full name when they were alone, and it did the right effect because she turns her head, a glare in her eyes. "Stop lying."

She looks at him and then outside before letting out a soft sigh. "I…I don't know about letting the wall down."

His brow furrows. "But you seemed completely for it?"

"I know and I-I didn't say never let it down." She looks back over at him. "I only don't know how…letting it down tomorrow would change anything. I mean, they can't go far and…and we're safe in here and…and…"

Daenerys swallows and looks back at the ground, her arms crossing against her chest, hugging her arms. Jon comes over and rests his hands on her shoulders, but she shrugs away, walking back to the table. "Don't you want to go home, Dany?"

"I do!" she exclaims, turning her gaze back to his. He could see tears start to leak down her cheeks. "I do and that's what kills me! That we can't leave without the constant fear that something or someone is going to kill us or find us the moment we let down that wall. And what about everything we've built here? What if…what if someone does find it and we all die just like that? I…I can't…"

Jon walks over to her, trying to get her to look up at him but she refused, stepping away. "Daenerys, what was in that nightmare?" She doesn't respond, only shakes her head. "I can't help you if you don't talk with me!"

"Well maybe I don't want to talk!" she snaps, her gaze finally turning on his. "Did you ever think for one second that it might be too hard for me to even speak about? No! All you want is to pressure me into telling you this when I have told you multiple times at this point I don't want to talk about it! I'm not ready to!"

Her cheeks were a furious shade of red and her eyes were filled with anger. He hadn't seen her get this upset since they walked into the throne room all that time ago. He was shell-shocked. "…Dany-"

"No, I-" She turns around, cutting herself off. He hears her take a deep breath before turning back to him. "I can't be in here right now. Let the wall down, do whatever. You're the king, you have the power." Before he could even speak to her, she walks away and out of the room, the door slamming behind her. Jon stood there, dumbfounded for a second before blinking himself out of his reverie. He hadn't meant to offend her. He only wanted to help her.

But he never thought about how her mind was processing all of this. He thought she wanted this just as much as him.

At that moment, the door opens again. Jon hoped it was Daenerys, but instead Taevar stood, his brow raised in surprise. "Trouble in paradise?"

"Shut up," Jon grunts out before turning his head, looking back at the map. Daenerys needed to cool down, that much he knew. If he walked to her now, there was no telling what she would say or do. "Let's just focus on who governs where for now…we'll talk about the wall later."

Taevar nods, walking over to where he stood. And though Jon tried to focus his thoughts on whom the place as the ruler of Yunkai, he couldn't stop himself from thinking of the angry and frightened expression on her face.

He needed to speak with her.

---

Dan

She didn't know how long it had been watching Zaevar ride his bloody dragon, but she was starting to grow sick of it.

It wasn't that she was sick of watching Zaevar fly – quite the opposite. She just wished her father would let her ride a bloody dragon. She knew it would happen eventually, but at the same time, she felt that he was pushing it off because he knew she would go off on her own adventures.

He wasn't wrong but it still hurt.

Dan sighs as Zaevar lands Stormrider, scratching his head before flying off into the sky once more. He turns around and tilts his head. "What's the sad look for, Targy?"

She rolls her eyes as he walks over to sit with her. "I've told you multiple times not to call me that."

"It's just a nickname," he chuckles before nudging her shoulder. "Come on, what is it? You know you can tell me."

Dan glances over at him, biting her lip, before letting out a soft sigh. "I don't feel like a Targaryen." His brow furrows before he begins to laugh. She glares at him. "I'm going to remember this when you say 'you can tell me anything' next time."

"I'm sorry," he snickers, shaking his head. "I'm just surprised at what you said. How do you not feel like a Targaryen? Your parents are rulers over ancient dragonlords and you have a dragon of your own that you've bonded with – you can blast fire out of your hands! If that's not a Targaryen, I don't know what is."

"I know that," she mutters before letting her head rest against the palm of her hand. "I know. Don't always think fire with dragonlords – no one's fire-proof except my parents. I don't even know if Daemon and I are. But something just doesn't feel right." She watches as more dragons fly past them and she sighs. "I hate that I can't fly a dragon. My father doesn't think it's the best time yet – and I hate my name."

"Your name?!" he asks incredulously. "You can't be serious."

"It's Dan, of all things. It doesn't sound cool. It doesn't 'invoke fear' like most Valyrian names. It's just…Dan."

"Your father's name is Jon," Zaevar points out.

"My father's real name is Aegon," she responds, turning her head to look at him. "He just doesn't go by it – for good reason. I only wish that…I don't know, people knew me by something different but the people close to me still called me Dan, because it's not like I hate the name really…I just wish I sounded more…Valyrian-ish. I don't know, am I making any sense?"

"No, you are," Zaevar reassures, grabbing her shoulder. "But I don't think you should be ashamed of your name. It's a one-of-a-kind. Haven't ever met a girl named Dan before."

She raises an eyebrow. "Exactly, because it's not Valyrian." She sighs and glances at the ground. "The only thing is that I don't know much about Valyrian names. I only know about the history of them. Like even Zaevar sounds cooler than bloody Dan."

Zaevar looks at her quietly before shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't like my name for a long time." Dan raises an eyebrow at him but he only nods. "I mean, who has a name like mine? It's hard to write, pronounce – and I don't think I've met another person in Valyria with a 'Z' name. And yet here I am. I didn't feel like I fit in back then – I still don't to an extent. But I realized that it's a part of who I am. It's what people call me, my sisters, you, Daemon, everyone – why change it to something that's not unique when it's unique all its own?"

Dan smiles at his words and bumps his shoulders. "You know how to make me happy, you know that?"

"Guilty pleasure." He glances out at the skies again. "I mean if you wanted to say you went by, like…Daenesa, or something like that, you could still have your nickname be Dan, but your Valyrian name is Daenesa. That way, you don't lose the part of you that's unique, but you also get to sound, I don't know, as you say…cooler?"

Dan chuckles and nods her head. "That's the word, yes…and that does sound kinda cool…maybe I should bring that up to my father." She glances over at him and smiles a little. "You always have these names offhand?"

"Only for you," he jokes before standing. "Now…about that second thing." Stormrider appears at the edge of the cliff at that moment, and Zaevar looks to where Dan sat. "Daemon and Mae are waiting for us to practice at the castle. We could…take the fast route."

She raises an eyebrow. "Didn't I just tell you my father doesn't want me riding a dragon yet?"

"Oh, you wouldn't be steering, just behind me."

She raises her brow and stands, walking over to him. "You do know that if my father finds out about this he's going to kill me."

"So he won't," Zaevar states with a smile. Dan looks uneasily at the dragon and Zaevar groans. "Come on, Dan. You said it yourself – Targaryen's ride dragons and you want to get on one – so let's go! I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

Dan bites her lip as he begins to climb on. Once he was on the back of Stormrider, he looks down at her and gestures for her to follow him. Sighing quietly, she forces herself to move forward and grab onto the back of the dragon.

"What do I hold onto?" she exclaims to him.

"Anything you can, really," he responds. Before she could reply, Stormrider suddenly took off into the sky. She jumps forward and clings onto the back of Zaevar, closing her eyes in fear as the wind rushed past her hair, onto her skin.

"Seven hells!" she screams, feeling the dragon dip beneath her. This was the most terrifying feeling in the world.

Zaevar looks behind her and nudges her shoulder. "Open your eyes!"

Dan swallows and wills every single power in her body to do so, and as she did open them, she felt her jaw drop in shock. There stood Valyria from the air, looking as beautiful as ever.

Commoners rushing by along with the other dragonlords, heading to and there. Dragons of all shapes and sizes flew past them, and she felt herself smile.

Scratch that. This wasn't terrifying. This was exhilarating.

"This is so fun!" she yells, her smile apparent in her voice. She feels Zaevar laugh from her words as he starts to descend near the castle, the feeling of flying slowly starting to escape her before they settled right on a perch. Zaevar gets off first, before extending his hand out to Dan, helping her down.

She turns her head to Stormrider and bows it, a silent thank you to a dragon she had learned in the hundreds of books she had read. The dragon lets out a screech before flying off back into the sky. Dan lets out a chuckle before turning to Zaevar.

"So?" he asks her.

"I don't know how I can ever look my direwolf in the face again and say that she's the coolest animal," Dan admits, causing Zaevar to laugh.

At that moment, Daemon appears from around the corner with Mae. He had his arms crossed. "Really? Flying? You know father doesn't want us on dragons yet."

"And?" Dan asks. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"And what makes you think I won't tell him?"

"Cause I'll bloody burn you!" she threatens with a laugh. Mae rolls her eyes and steps forward.

"Calm down, children," she teases before grabbing Dan's hand and pulling her inside. "No need for fighting. We were promised a training session. Come on."

"Children?" Zaevar asks. "You're only a year older than us!"

"That doesn't mean anything, I'm still older," Mae states, causing Zaevar to roll his eyes as he walks into the room. She turns to Dan and her brow raises in anticipation. "Did you enjoy it? I've never gotten to ride one."

Dan smiles brightly. "It was amazing. I wish I could ride one myself." She looks over at Daemon and sees the sour look on his face. "Oh, stop. You'll get to it eventually. Trust me."

"Whatever," he mumbles. "Just get in here and train with us. Mae needs to improve her form – a lot."

"Hey!"

Dan laughs and steps in. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

---

Daemon

Like he couldn't be any more jealous of his damn sister.

Daemon usually had never been one to compare himself with his other half. He loved his sister probably more than anyone in this world besides his parents, but he had to admit he was steaming in a big old pot of jealousy right now.

He wanted to ride a bloody dragon too but he respected his parent's wishes – well, really his father's wishes. He had ridden on the back of Jorharion once before but it hadn't gone that far off the ground. Dan had literally been soaring high in the sky, and here he was, still just sitting, waiting for them.

He knew he shouldn't be jealous. He had been on a dragon before with his mother, even on the back of Drogon when they were returning from Vaas Kasheen, but there was just something about being able to go on one alone. And while Dan didn't get to do that, she was still one step closer to achieving it before him.

It was Zaevar's dragon. He had to have some sort of say in letting her ride it. And it only made Daemon more jealous.

He had to be honest though – it wasn't just that. He had been trying to train as much as possible lately and had been finding it harder to really get his energy back. While he did train with his sister and even Zaevar and Mae to practice his sword skills, his back was still aching even to this day. He had a feeling that Aenar had permanently screwed up his body.

So he got tired a lot quicker, which meant that his efficiency was off and that he would never be as good of a swordsman as his father.

Okay, maybe he was being a bit of drama queen, but it was real fears that he had. He always felt that he would never live up to Jon's name. He was a fearless leader, a king, a dragon that couldn't burn, who had come back from the dead not once, but twice – how could a child like Daemon somehow even be remotely close? At least he could learn the sword before but now he felt like his body was betraying him.

The only solace that was truly helping him nowadays was practicing this newfound power he had recently been given with blood. While his healing had started to come back slowly – Dan had been developing some sort of cold and Daemon had tried to help, and the next day it was gone – he knew that the blood sorcery that was within him was what he was primarily focusing on.

Yes, he should be practicing his healing as well…but could you blame him? He could move the blood inside of him. And it felt strange. It was almost as if he was in a pool of water, and it was rushing past him in all different directions, except it was more of a tingle within his body. And when he would heal the skin, it would all go back to normal, like nothing had happened.

He knew his mother was frightened of his powers. That's why he never really brought it up to her. He had seen the look in her eyes when he had revealed what happened to him. He was scared himself at first, but after time, once he learned to control it a little better, it didn't seem so bad.

He only wished he could figure out why he was suddenly able to do it. He had never been able to before.

"Daemon!" comes Dan's exhausted voice. He looks up to see she had bested Mae again, who was now lying on the floor, breathing heavily but glaring up at Dan. "Want to come spar with Mae? Think she needs someone on a different level."

"Oh, shove off!" Zaevar chuckles from where he stood and Mae turns to him angrily. "Don't laugh! It's not like you've beaten her yet!"

"I've gotten a lot closer than you, sister," he states.

Mae turns her head back to Dan, letting out a deep breath. "No, c'mon. I want to keep going."

"But Daemon-"

"It's alright, Dan," Daemon says with a tired smile. "Honestly I was training a little before. I need to rest for a bit now. You can keep training with Mae."

Dan's brow furrows as she turns to him. "Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm only relaxing. She's the one who needs more training, not me."

Dan looks at him up and down, as if trying to read him. He had been noticing that a lot lately, that whenever he showed any sign of not being interested in what they usually used to do, she would analyze him to see if something was wrong. But he had gotten quite good at hiding his pain for so long.

And after a moment, she shrugs and steps back. "Alright…suit yourself." She raises her sword and turns back to Mae. "Come at me."

Daemon watches as the two clash swords, the sounds echoing off the walls. He lets out a quiet sigh before he sees a little shadow appear around the corner. He turns his head to see Nesara peeking her head around the edge of the room, watching with curious eyes before they land on Daemon.

He smiles softly at the little girl. Ever since she had awoken, he had taken a good amount of his time trying to take care of her while she was still healing. It was the least he could because she actually saved his life, and he knew that she appreciated it whenever he would bring her food or read her stories. He had seen his father come in a couple of times when he had been in there to make sure she was alright, as well as mother, and each time they had fully expected him to be staying the night.

Which he usually did. He wanted to make sure she was alright.

But now she was fully awake most of the day and walking around the castle more. Still as quiet as a mouse, but at least she wasn't a ghost like she used to be when her family ran the city.

"Daemon," he hears her whisper to him. His brow furrows as he watches her little hand gesture for him to come over to where she stood. Daemon quietly places his training sword down and walks over to her, seeing the nervous look in her eyes.

"What is it, Nesy?" he asks her, concern lacing his voice.

"I, um…I want to show you something that I haven't shown anyone, and I don't know…how others would react to it. Can you come with me?"

Daemon looks over at where Dan and the others were training and stands. They seemed too busy to really care, so he stands and walks over to her, deciding it was best to let them train while they had energy and he didn't. "What's going on?"

She bites her lip and takes his hand, pulling him away from the room and towards the stairs that would lead them to her chambers. He follows her quietly, wondering what it was that was so important that she felt the need to bring him all the way back to where she slept but decided against it to ask. When they arrived on the outside, she pushes open the door and he steps in.

As she closes it, he walks over to where he sat on the bed usually, watching as she moved her body to jump onto the furs that were beneath her, her legs crossed and her foot shaking inconsistently.

"Nesara, you don't have to be afraid to speak," he reassures her, squeezing her shoulder. "Tell me – I'm open to literally anything now."

She looks up at him before rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't really know how to show it…" She moves her hands to her lap and then stands up, walking over to her desk. Daemon watches as she moves a pillow out of the way before grabbing something that looked sharp underneath the chair. Before he could even ask what she was doing, she had slashed the sharp object against her leg so quickly he could barely blink. It was like a flash of an eye.

He watched as blood started to drip down her leg, but then she suddenly the flow with her hand. Daemon stares in awe as Nesara begins to let the blood float into the air, around her head, and then back into the wound quickly, before sealing back up the skin. Once the wound was resealed, she looks over at him.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you? I-I never told anyone I could do that and-"

"No." He stands up and walks over to her, suddenly everything beginning to make sense. "Nesy, were you born with that ability?"

The little girl bites her lip and shrugs. "I think so. I started doing it a couple of years ago."

"Did you remember using those powers at all during the last couple of months? Maybe…on me?" he asks her.

Nesara slowly nods. "When I was trying to bring you back…I did. To get your blood moving again..." Daemon stands, the world starting to blank out on him. He could hear Nesara talking but his mind was focused on what she said. She had this power too. She had it, and somehow, she must have passed it onto him when she brought him back because the sorcery had been that powerful. "…I was scared and everyone always told me it was bad so I never told anyone – please don't tell my parents!"

"I highly doubt that your parents are going to find out about this." He looks down at her and rests his hands on her shoulders. "I'm not disgusted or scared. Nesara…you gave me the same ability."

Her brow furrows in surprise. "I…I did?"

Daemon takes the object she had used to cut her own skin and does it to his palm. Blood begins to seep down the crackles of his hand but he whispers in Valyrian, and the blood does the same as hers did, float in the air before finding its way back into his hand. Nesara stares in wonder as he sealed back up his skin before her eyes moved back to his.

"You…you mean I'm not alone?"

Daemon's brow furrows. "Is there really no other person in Valyria that has this power?"

Nesara shakes her head. "I…I don't know. Blood sorcery like this is frowned upon."

"Why?" he asks her gently. "The red priests practice it all the time."

"They practice using blood to bring people back from the dead," Nesara states quietly. "They practice sacrifices and things like that…but with the type of sorcery we have, it's said it's really dangerous…that's why I don't know if others have it because usually, people don't share it…but I wanted to tell someone."

Daemon smiles and pulls Nesara into a tight hug. The little girl wraps her arms around him, and he pulls back and squeezes her hand. "Well, I'm glad you did tell me…I feel honored." He sees her giggle and feels himself smile. "Seems we're really bonded now after what we went through." He glances around the room and then back at her. "But because you do know more about this than me, do you mind teaching me all your tricks?"

Nesara smiles widely and nods, running over to where she kept a notebook that seemed to be full of scribbles. Daemon smiles a little bit but in the back of his mind, he kept thinking what could have made whatever Gods there were up there bestow this power onto two children?

This whole entire city was filled with magic and power, and yet this one form of sorcery was frowned upon? In a place where dragons regularly used to burn people?

He needed to do some serious research into what they could do because he had a feeling it was going to mean a lot more in the future than what it does now. He hadn't even told Dan about what he could do yet for fear of rejection and now Nesara was able to do it all this time?

Everything was so different now, and he assumed he just had to change along with it. But for now, he would humor Nesara and play along, listening to her go on about the mechanics of moving blood within a person's body. Something he never thought he would hear.

---

Jon

It had been hours, and he still hadn't seen Daenerys.

He knew that he had overstepped his boundaries in trying to get her to speak about what she was going through, but he never could have imagined that it would have ended like this, with her completely avoiding him throughout the day. And it was around the middle of the afternoon, with no sign of her, that he knew he screwed up.

So, he had sent someone out to go on the pathway to pick up the flowers he had gotten her when they were on the path to the volcano, as well as have a cook prepare some dinner for her because he could only assume she didn't eat. And after Taevar's insistent beckoning, Jon had told him he wasn't going to allow any wall down without Daenerys' explicit permission first.

She may have said he was a king, but she was his queen, and he wasn't about to do this without her, not after everything they had been through.

When nighttime finally rolled around, he took a deep breath entering into their chambers, the flowers one of the handmaidens had given him in his hands. A part of him didn't think she would even be in there. He had visited the room before and found no sign of her, but because it was late at night, he knew it was worth a shot.

As he opened the door, his eyes instantly went towards the bed, and he felt himself let out a soft sigh. She was there. Her back was facing him and her head was resting on the pillow. He knew she was pretending to be asleep, but he knew her better.

He gently places the flowers in a vase near the window, before walking over to the bed. "Dany?" There was no response. He sighs, this time in sadness. "I know you're not sleeping. Talk with me."

She doesn't look up and turns her head away, deeper into the furs. "…I'm angry at you."

"I know. And that's why I'm here. Please." After a moment, she does turn her gaze over to him, and he feels himself start to hate what he did earlier even more. Her eyes were bloodshot as if she had been crying all day, and the bags that he had seen under her eyes seemed to be even more prevalent in the dark. He could see the streaks still dried on her skin from earlier tears. "Oh, Dany…"

She doesn't speak - just glances away. Jon stands and walks away from her. He could feel her gaze on his back, but he drowns it out by the sound of him preparing a bath for her. She was quiet, laying on the bed. He made sure it was a hot as it could be, feeling the water with his own hand, before stepping away.

When he walks back into the chambers, he could see her looking over at the flowers. "Do you like them?" he asks her softly.

After a moment, she nods, turning her head back to him. He rests his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes.

"May I undress you?" he asks. He could see the confusion on her face, but she slowly nods. Jon gently pulls the robe that she had on off of her, before slipping his hands down her body. He could feel how cold she was. She hadn't even bothered to get prepared for bed. A bath would be what she deserved.

He moves his hands under her body and lifts her up into his arms. She doesn't protest. In fact, she wraps her own arms around his neck to hold onto him and keeps her head resting against his chest. He wished he could tell what was troubling her so much, but after today's outburst, he would leave that up to her.

When he walks inside, he gently lowers her into the bathtub, seeing her move slightly so she was fully covered by the water. He steps back and gestures towards the door. "You stay here. I'll be back in a moment."

She nods, her eyes watching him as he left the bathing chambers before peaking his head outside the door. He grabs the tray of food that sat on the floor, before moving back into the room, closing the door behind him. He walks over to the bathing chambers and finds her sitting in the same area when she spots the tray he was carrying and tilts her head.

He places it down on the spot closest to the tub, noticing that they had included two goblets of wine as well, before starting to undress himself. Once he was nude he descended into the tub, seeing Daenerys look at the tray and then at him in confusion.

"What is all this for?" she asks softly.

"I felt bad about how I reacted earlier," he answers once he was within the water. "I understand that these nightmares you've been having have been awful. I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me so quickly. That is my fault. This is me trying to make up for it."

Daenerys closes her eyes. "Jon…"

"No. Don't speak." She opens her eyes once more, staring at him as he moved his way over to her. He presses a hand against her cheek, feeling her lean against his touch. "Just let me take care of you."

Daenerys watches him with soft eyes before nodding. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to her cheek, before turning her around so her back was facing him. He grabs a cloth and soaks it in the water, before gently running it up her back and sides of her skin, feeling her lean her head back against his shoulder.

He starts to run some water down her hair, before moving his hands through the tendrils, feeling her sigh against him. He could still remember after he had awoken, what she had done to make sure he felt calm. The least he could do is somehow repay her for every time she helped him through something – even if this was his fault she was like this.

After a moment or two, he starts to place gentle kisses along her neck, a quiet hunger taking over him. He couldn't help it whenever he looked at Daenerys. She could be completely covered in dirt and mud and he would still think she was beautiful. She just had this ethereal beauty about her.

But instead of her pushing him away, she tilts her head a bit, allowing him more access. Okay, that was a good sign. He moves his hands down to where she sat, resting them on her thighs, and once his lips reach her collarbone, he pulls back and looks up at her. He could still see the pain in her eyes from before, but it was mixed with something else, a combination of love and happiness. It was a plethora of emotions.

He rests a hand against her cheek, bringing it out of the soaking water, before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. She returns it softly, and when he pulls back, he grabs one of the goblets of wine and hands it to her, taking his own into his hands. They share a sip before he moves the plate of food towards her. But when she doesn't start to eat, he grabs the fork and starts to feed her himself.

She was stubborn at first but after a while she began to open her mouth and let him in, laughing when he would take a bite and then share it with her. After a while, they had shared some bread, meat, an apple, and some cheese, followed by the wine again.

Once the goblets seemed to be completely empty, Daenerys lets out a soft sigh and looks at him. "I love you."

His brow furrows at her sudden emission, pulling her close to him under the water. "Why do you say that?"

"I mean…I've been acting horribly today," she apologizes, looking at him. "I know that you overstepped but I shouldn't have avoided you…really everyone. I'm a queen. I can't be acting childish when someone says something I do not like."

"No, you had every right to be angry," Jon reassures her, resting his hands against her shoulders. "I don't know what you saw in that nightmare but it wasn't my place to ask you about it. I understand why you needed space…I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me. That was my mistake and I won't make it again."

Daenerys looks at him quietly before gesturing to around them. "Is this what you do when you want to apologize? A grand gesture?"

"Well…more like another way of saying 'I love you,'" he says cheekily, to which she smiles.

"I thank you for that…no one's ever done this for me." His brow furrows but she only nods. "I'm serious. I've only ever had two husbands. My first was a Khal who didn't apologize for anything most of the time, and the second was nothing romantic. Even with Daario whenever he would mess up on something he would never do…this. He would only…try to get right to it."

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

"Jon, you can't be that daft." When he doesn't answer her statement, she rolls her eyes. "Sex, Jon. He would make it up to me through sex."

"…oh," he grunts, glancing at the water.

Daenerys chuckles and brings her hands up to his cheeks. "But this is so much better." She tilts his gaze back to her, smiling before nuzzling his nose. "This is intimacy at its best…something I never got to experience ever before. I didn't think you would do all this for me…and it means everything."

Jon smiles at her happy gaze. "You shouldn't be surprised with me wanting to make sure you're taken care of," he murmurs, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against her lips. Daenerys wraps her arms around him, returning the kiss with passion. This wasn't just a regular kiss. This was what all those novelists talked about when a man truly loved a woman and a woman truly loved a man. It was like a fantasy.

When she pulls back, she nods towards the bedroom. "Water is getting a little cold…think I'm ready to go to bed."

Jon nods, standing up and getting out of the water. He picks her up before she had the chance to stand herself, causing her to laugh at him carrying her, before closing the door behind him. When they're back in the bedroom, Jon sets her down on the bed gently and grabs a towel, starting to wipe her down. But before he could grab her slip, she stops him.

"I…don't think I'll be needing that tonight."

Jon's brow furrows as he looks at her confused. "Aren't you cold?"

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at him, and he realized at that moment he was that dumb. He felt himself drop the slip and raises his brow.

"Oh," he mumbles. Daenerys laughs and suddenly pulls at his arm, practically tossing him on top of the bed. Before he could kiss her, she shakes her head and pins his arms down above his head, surprising him.

"No, no," she states, before leaning down and resting her hands against his chest. "I usually love it when you're in control, Jon. But tonight, to 'pay' for what you did, I get to take over."

He sees a dark shade of lust spread through her eyes that shot a spark of arousal through his own body. He could almost feel his cock harden instantly at her words. "Whatever you say, my queen," he murmurs, his voice husky and barely above a whisper.

Daenerys smirks and starts to move her head down his chest, placing soft kisses along his skin. He could feel himself shaking watching her, his hands digging into the furs beneath him. She was right. Whenever they did couple, it usually was him that took the lead – because she had wanted him to be. But now, he was liking this side of her. He had never seen it before.

Her hands travel up and down his body while she places her kisses, slow and sweet, soft and delicate, one by one until his cock was practically aching for her. "Dany…" he groans out, but she only lifts her head.

"Not yet," she whispers. With that, she continues her assault with her lips. He watches as she placed each kiss one by one over the scars he had, leaving an especially long one over his heart, while her hand started to travel down his skin right to where his cock was waiting, pressing against her thigh. She looks up with him with sultry eyes as her lips moved lower and lower, before her hand wrapped around his shaft, her soft, delicate fingers feeling so fucking good.

"Gods, fuck," he whispers, letting his head fall back against the pillow beneath him. His body lurched against his will, begging for friction, but he could see in Dany's eyes that she was fucking enjoying this.

"You like when your dragon queen touches you, Jon?" she murmurs. He nods his head, staring up at her. She starts to move her hand slowly up and down his shaft, causing him to bite his lip so hard he felt it would bleed. "You want her to continue touching you in the future?" Again, he nods, this time his brow furrowed. "It would be a shame if you made the same mistake you did today, and she'd stop touching you."

Oh, he knew she was messing around with him from the glint in her eyes, but he wanted to play along for her sake. "I'll never make the mistake again, my queen," he whispers, trying to keep his breathing under control. "I swear it."

She hmm's, that smirk giving him devilish thoughts. Gods, how he wanted to just take her onto the bed and fuck her senseless, but this was her night. He wanted to let her stay in control as long as his body would allow – which didn't seem for too long now honestly.

Daenerys starts to lower her head slowly back down, her eyes not leaving from his. And then ever so gently, she started to place wet, open-mouth kisses all up and down his length, while her hand cupped his stones beneath him.

Jon felt his head tilt back, holding in every single emotion he was feeling. But before he could even speak, he felt her swirl her tongue over the tip of his cock, savoring the taste, before she began to lower her mouth down onto him inch by inch, swallowing his length.

"Oh, fuuuck," he groans, his body instantly bucking up into her mouth once she took him whole. How the fuck was he so damn lucky? How did he get so lucky to have this beautiful woman on top of him as his equal? His best friend? His lover? Truly, he didn't know what God was looking out for him but he'd have to give them a million prayers. "Oh, Dany…fuck, just like that," he moaned.

She took him as deep as she could and then pulled back to swirl her tongue around his head once more. After a moment, she licks up his shaft slowly, her eyes connected with his own. "You've gotten so hard for me, Jon…are you always going to love me like this?"

"Forever," he breathes out as her mouth hovers above his cock again. She looks back at him and starts to move her hand again, her tongue touching the top of his cock.

"What do you want, Jon?" she whispers to him, her question almost a silent one. He watches her perfectly pale lips sink around the top of his cock, and if she didn't stop soon, he was going to blow his fucking load all that quickly.

"I want to fuck you," he gets out through gritted teeth, holding back everything he had. She removes her mouth from the tip of his cock with a pop, before staring him down.

"You want to fuck me?" she asks him, crawling closer to where he laid. He doesn't move, for fear of him losing control, but it only took a moment for her to be sitting completely on top of him, her soaking wet cunt rubbing against his member, hardening him even more, if possible. "You want to bury your cock deep inside the dragon queen?"

"Yes," he breathes, staring up at her.

Daenerys licks the bottom of her lip, staring down at him hungrily. "Lean up."

He does as she says, moving his body so he was sitting upwards. She moved only a little on his lap, her body still pressed against his. After a moment, her small hands reach down and wrap around his cock, pressing her lips against his. It was full of ferocity and lust, a carnal need that both had to fulfill. Within seconds, she lifts up her body slightly, before lowering herself down onto his cock slowly, torturously.

She lets out a breath of relief as he groans once he's fully sheathed inside of her. Her nails dig into his skin like claws of a dragon before she opens her eyes to stare down at him. "Now…fuck me," she breathes, her voice commanding.

He only smirks against her lips. "As my queen commands," he murmurs before pulling out and slamming himself into her. She moaned with each thrust, her grip only getting harder and harder. She easily took his length while rolling her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He grabs her body and holds it close to him, a climax already approaching, but he holds back to savor that look in her eyes that she gave him.

It was a look of desire, peace, happiness, lust, love – all at the same time. There was so much there that it was overwhelming, and he knew that it only reflected in his own, the same feelings that he had for her. He leans in and kisses her as he brings his hand down to circle her nub, feeling her tense up at the sudden sensation being brought to her.

"Oh, gods," she breathes, her head tilting back. "Don't stop, Jon…fuck, just like that."

He pounded into her relentlessly, his breasts bouncing against his chest. He captured her mouth in a kiss that he broke too soon, trying to come up for air. She moaned out his name again as his fingers moved quickly, while his body moved almost quicker. Her hands raked down her back, drawing blood and spurring him on even harder.

"Fuck, Dany," he chokes out, his head buried in her neck now, saying her name again and again. "So fucking tight - I'm not going to last long."

She locks her legs around him as he drove deeper into her. "Harder, Jon. Make me cum," she commands, her hands digging into his skin again. He slams into her, a scream being drawn out at the pure pleasure while his hand circled around her clit as hard as he could. She bit into his neck as her back arched, their bodies pressing closer and closer until she cries out his name, her orgasm overtaking her, sending her off to some other fucking world.

He rode through it with her, thrusting himself only a few more times until he came himself, spilling everything he had into her. He breathes heavily, his sight almost blurry. He moves back and stares up at her before pressing his lips against hers, their sweaty bodies colliding. He falls back against the bed, her still in his arms, lips still on hers, before she finally pulls back.

Instantly, her brow furrows as she brings her hand up to his neck. "Oh, fuck," she mutters. Jon follows her gaze and sees a bite mark from where she had bitten before when she came. There was blood. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle, Dany," he murmurs before moving his gaze back to her own. He brushes away her hair and kisses her again, a much sweeter one than their passion-fueled kisses from earlier. When he pulls back, he strokes her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispers before leaning back down against his chest.

"Am I forgiven for earlier?" he asks her softly.

He feels her chuckle and nod her head. "Yes, you are." She places a soft kiss against his skin and feels her sigh. "We both need to learn to grow with each other…not turn the other away when something is bothering them…which is why I'm ready to talk about it now."

Jon's brow furrows as she moves away from him, looking down to where he laid. "Dany, you don't-"

"No. No, I do," she states, letting out a low sigh. "I do. If I don't talk about it, I'm never going to get it out. I need to. And I need you to listen. Don't ask any questions or do anything until I'm done talking."

"Of course," he says.

Daenerys smiles and looks down at the furs, before opening up her mouth. "I…I had a nightmare the other night. That much you know. But it…it was horrible. It started off in some snowy field…like the one I saved your men on when you were trying to prove to Cersei that White Walkers existed…but everything was dead. The ground was on fire, a blue fire, but everything was just…so cold. I was covered in blood from head to toe, and I…I…everyone I ever knew was dead."

He could see she was shaking, so he quietly got up and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing them gently. She continued.

"People I haven't even seen in ages…Davos, Gendry…Arya…they were all dead in different ways, whether their heads were cut off or their throats were slit, and blood was just…everywhere…and then the children…oh, the children…all of them were dead in their own ways but Dan and Daemon, they…he had his head open and she had her limbs chopped off and…and you…you were killed all over again…your stab wounds were…bleeding and…and there was nothing I could do. Everyone was dead."

Tears were streaming down her cheeks now and he quickly wipes them away, his heart breaking. He hadn't known it was this bad.

"And then…then everyone started coming back to life and…and they had those blue eyes…they looked just like wights, Jon, but they…some had red eyes or other colors, and some just looked plain…evil. And then after that, I saw him…Bran. But he was standing, and he was staring at me with those blue eyes that…I don't know, Jon, they looked so…familiar. And a woman of fire appeared next to him…I didn't see who she was but she…she was the one who caused the lands to burn and I…all I saw were the bodies of our children, the Galeron's, our people, your sister…all crawling towards me…Dan without her limbs and Daemon with…with no head and…then you…you came back and you pushed me against the wall and you…you…"

Her hand travels up to the scar that was on her heart, and he didn't need to hear anymore. He pulls her against him, feeling her sob into his chest. Gods, it was no wonder she was barely getting any sleep. If she was regularly having dreams like this, then it was only standard she would feel this way. He had been a fool to think they were just measly nightmares.

"I'm so sorry, Dany," he whispers to her softly, rubbing her back. "I'm so sorry you're going through this…don't cry, it's okay…we're all here. We're all safe…"

Daenerys slowly starts to calm down after a few minutes, wiping her eyes from the tears and turning her gaze back to him. "That's why I couldn't be in the same room as you…I kept looking at you and all I could see were those blue eyes…and you hurting me…and the rest of my family…" She closes her eyes and takes a deep, shuttering breath. "I mean…I'm terrified of what will happen when we let down that wall, Jon."

He listens to her quietly as she moves her eyes towards the window, staring at the abyss in front of them.

"I think back to how Bran was able to get into Dan's head when she first told us about what they did to us…how she was almost killed. And then this nightmare…and him being in it…it scares me that this felt so…real. And my dreams have always come true…what if my nightmares begin to materialize as well?" Tears start to come down her cheeks again. "I'm so scared our life is going to be ruined, after everything we've done, everything we want to do…I can't lose my family…I can't lose you again…I pretend to be this mighty queen that's not scared of anything but when it comes to losing what I hold most dear…I'm a coward."

"You're not a coward," Jon reassures her instantly, holding her face in his hands. "Just because you hold love in your heart doesn't make you a coward."

"Doesn't it make me weak?" she asks him, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No. If anything, it makes you stronger," he whispers fiercely to her. "I have never met someone who is so protective and cares for her people as much as you do, but would be willing to do anything to keep them safe, including kill. You make the right choices for the ones you care about because you hold so much love in your heart…it's a reason why I love you so much." She smiles against his hands but doesn't speak. "Your love is what makes you strong, not weak. No matter what awaits us outside this wall, or who we're going to be facing once we begin to expand, we're going to get through this. This nightmare is just that – a nightmare. And even if it's a sign – we take it on together, as a family. I know that you're scared – if I had that nightmare, I would be, too – but I know we can get through this. You have to believe me."

Daenerys looks at him and then quietly takes his hand, letting out a soft sigh. "I do…but you can't help but be frightened of something like that."

"I know," he agrees. "But we can't let fear run our lives. If we had, we wouldn't be here right now, would we? We'd be dead with the Night King as King of Westeros."

Daenerys smiles a little, nodding. "Yes…that is true." She sighs and glances down at the furs. "I just…can't get this feeling out of my head." She looks back at him. "We've seen so many possibilities of the Night King, of the White Walkers, for so long now. Dan having dreams, that mark on her arm, that prophecy on the walls…what if he's not fully gone? What if…what if he's using Bran, somehow?"

"But Arya killed him," Jon states.

"Arya only stabbed him…the Night King looked like some sort of spiritual being." She glances at the ground. "There was some sort of spiral on the wall too."

Jon's brow furrows. "Spiral?" He distinctly remembered Tormund mentioning something to him regarding that. "What did it look like?"

"It…it was strange. It sort of reminded me of our house sigil but without the dragons, and…it was on some cave wall written in blood. Um…" Daenerys gets up and walks over, grabbing the robe she had worn before, placing it around her. He was instantly displeased at the lack of clothing but knew this was something she had on her mind for a while.

She walks over to the parchment she had on her desk and takes a quill, quickly dipping it in ink. She draws rather quickly, and then once she's done, she walks back over to the bed, showing it to him. If this was the one in her dreams, she was right. It did sort of look like their house sigil but was just a pure spiral with different ends sticking out. It almost reminded him of a drain of some sort, where water would go down.

And he remembered Tormund telling him off it the night before they faced the Night King, of a cave painting, much like this one, written in what looked like blood, with a reanimated wight of Lord Ned Umber. Beric Dondarrion had set him on flames to burn him. But Daenerys' dream only had the spiral, no dead child. At least for now.

"So?" she asks him, her brow furrowed, and her arms crossed. "Does…does this ring any bells?"

"I…I don't know," he answers honestly, looking at her. "Tormund told me a long time ago that when he and his men traveled into the Last Hearth after the fall of Eastwatch, there was a spiral on the wall as well…with Ned Umber in the middle. He was a wight." He sees the fear start up again in Dany's eyes and he rests his hands on her shoulders. "Don't start up again…it's alright."

"And what if it's not?" she whispers, staring at him. "Think about it, Jon. Gods only know how often that sigil has popped up before Tormund saw it. And now it's suddenly in my nightmares? That has to mean something – I've never even seen it or heard of it before!"

Jon sighs. He hated it when she was right but she usually was. He had been trying to deny the fact that it was a possibility, but Kinvara had told them all that time ago that there was something even worse than what Bran was now…and this seemed like a sign.

"Alright, listen to me," he says gently, holding her hands in his. She swallows, but nods. "Right now, we're focused on this one thing – trying to help the people of Valyria. We're going to open the wall as soon as we can – and I know you're nervous, but our children are going to be alright. Dan and Daemon have both had training with their powers, and I believe that as long as we lay low, Bran won't find us. To him, we're lost in Meereen right now. He doesn't even know Valyria is alive and thriving. I think as long as we are careful and take this slowly – like we originally thought out – we're going to be okay."

He could see the nervousness in her eyes, but he rests a hand on her cheek, stroking it softly, feeling her let out a soft sigh.

"I know this is scary, Daenerys. I'm nervous about this too…but as long as we don't panic, we can make it through this if something does happen. We are not going to lose our children, the Galeron's, any more dragons, our people…we're going to be okay."

Daenerys looks into his eyes, and he could see her starting to calm down a little, the fear and stress leaving for a second. After a moment, she nods, listening to him.

"In the meantime," he continues gently. "We have probably the best source of information for something like this – where we have no idea what this spiral is, or means, or what any of these nightmares might endure…but we do have the red priests. And we have Kinvara. And we have Dan."

"Dan?" Daenerys asks with a furrowed brow.

"Dan can use her mind to seek into the past – much like Bran. If we do find a book on this, she could come in handy…but Kinvara and the others would know more. First thing tomorrow, right after our council meeting, we'll go directly to the temple and ask them every single question we have. They are sure to have some sort of info on what it means…and hopefully, we can have a bit of an explanation."

Daenerys nods. "I'd…be happy with that."

"Good." He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Thank you for telling me…you didn't need to."

"No, I did," she sighs, shaking her head and looking up at him. "I was too afraid you'd think I was mad or something like that to be thinking the Night King could be back…even looking at you scared me."

Jon rubs her back, smiling a bit. "Daenerys, nothing you could say or do would make me think that. I told you a long time ago, we're in this together. That means your problems are mine, and mine are yours. We work through these things…no matter what you're feeling, you know I'm always here for you."

Daenerys smiles softly and nods, grabbing his hand. "I know, Jon. I know." She reaches over and presses a soft kiss against his lips, before pulling back. "I just wish our lives were a little easier sometimes…without the threat of death over us…starts to get a bit annoying after a while."

"That's life as a Targaryen," he mumbles before kissing her again. She smiles and kisses back, wrapping her arms around his neck. He almost pulls her onto his lap again, his body awakening to worship her body once more after that emotional conversation, but suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door.

The couple instantly pulls apart and still, before a little voice calls out to them. "Jon? Dany?"

Daenerys instantly stands and throws Jon his shirt and trousers, to which he puts on a quick as he could, looking over at the door. Daenerys walks to it and opens, finding little Nesara standing there, a fresh bedhead on her hair and tired-looking eyes.

But she seemed…frightened.

"Nesy," Daenerys says gently, ushering the girl inside. She takes a quick glance at Jon and he does a subtle nod, letting her know he was good for her to come in. "What's wrong?"

Nesara rubs the back of her arm and looks between the two. "I…I had a bad dream…and I didn't know if it was okay to come here because father and mother never let me but…I can't sleep alone and…" She glances at the ground.

Jon looks at Daenerys, who seemed just as upset at the girl's statement. How could parents not let their children sleep with them when they had a nightmare?

Gods, it would only be a matter of time before he would find out all of the awful things those two had done before their trial. He knew opening the wall would have to be done before it, just for public' opinion's sake, but when it did, he couldn't wait to see them treated like how they deserved to be.

"Oh, it's alright," Daenerys whispers before leaning down and taking the girl into her arms. She wraps her tiny arms around Daenerys, looking at her. "You can stay with us tonight. Right, love?" She turns her head to where Jon laid and he nods.

"Of course." Daenerys gently lays Nesara down in their bed and she moves in next to her. "What was this dream about?" he asks her gently. He had just gotten done talking about one nightmare and he really didn't want to talk about another after what Daenerys had gone through, but the last thing he wanted was to turn away this girl after she had been shut down so many times.

"It was just scary," Nesara says quietly as Jon wrapped an arm around her. "I don't really wanna think about it…I didn't want to stay in my room alone."

Daenerys rubs her back from where she laid, and Jon could feel the girl relax form his grip. "Well, you don't need to worry about any monsters or anything at all. You're safe now." Nesara nods, and Jon watches as she closes her eyes.

Within a couple of minutes, it seemed to the little girl was asleep again. Jon exchanges a look with Daenerys, and he could see that she was thinking the same thing as her. What if the nightmares were being passed on to the people they cared the most about?

He reaches over with his free hand and takes her own, squeezing it. "Tomorrow," he mouths to her, trying not to move to wake Nesara up.

Daenerys nods back, knowing that if they didn't do some research on what this nightmare could mean, it could only get worse. "Tomorrow."

He pulls her close so that she was snuggled up against his body and Nesara's, running his fingers through her hair. He could almost sense that she was stressed from the way her body felt, but after a few moments, he could feel her shoulders relax as well as the rest of her. But as his lover fell asleep in his arms next to Nesara, he couldn't help but think what if?

What if the Night King was back? And what if it was worse than before?

He needed to talk to Kinvara. As soon as possible.

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Ya'll I'm going to make that damn spiral mean something if it kills me.

I swear it annoys the fuck out of me that D&D never did something with it and that was like one of my goals with this story to like actually have shit make sense so I hope ya'll will be here for the ride. Also I need to stop with this Daddy Jon nonsense or else I'm going to have such high expectations for men and that's not good lol next chapter I got some plans and we gonna truly start to see them dragons fly everywhere - Valyria is gonna be back baby.

Writing battle plans and ruling plans have never been my forte but I feel like I did a good job with this just because the GOT world is fucking massive and it's hard to include everything, so I hope you'll work with me on this because it's my first time really getting into the politics of GOT. Either way I love writing my fav couple as a king and queen because it's what we deserve, damn it. Also I'm glad i had a bit of a fight between Dany and Jon because lets face it not all relationships are perfect there's gonna be some tension sometimes no matter what but I can't have them not talk for too long I just love my babies too much. And Jon kissing up to her is pretty much my fantasy lmfao

As always, love it? Hate it? Want to send me to the fighting pits in Meereen to most likely face my doom? Let me know in the reviews, as they always keep me writing as quickly as I can for you awesome readers. They've really been giving me so much happiness lately so thank you guys for being continually amazing! Don't forget to follow or favorite if you would like to join us on our adventure, and I will see you all in the next chapter. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you all have an awesome day! Wash your hands and stay healthy!