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)

35. Daenerys and Jon: The Valyrian Dungeon

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Daenerys

"Oh, fuck yes, Jon, don't stop!"

She had lost count of how often they coupled that night. After the ceremony and the wall being brought down, they had drunk with the people of Valyria as well as the dragonlords, and everyone had been so excited for the future to come. It was the first time since her coronation that she had allowed herself to drink and have fun.

But what had made her happiest was seeing Jon acting the way he did with the people around them, with the ones who lived in smaller homes all the way up to the lords who would take over the city-states for them. He was so joyful and full of life. When she had first met Jon all those years ago, he had been a king, but he seemed so unsure of the world. He had been so focused on the threat that laid beyond the wall that actually ruling and taking care of people hadn't been as important.

And yet, there he stood, the person she truly knew he was. A man that had a smile that could last for days, and the power neither of them could have imagined.

Afterward, when many people started to return home but the wine still flowed through their bellies, she and he had brought the children back to the castle and tucked them in before he had pulled her flush against his body in their chambers and kissed her without any hesitation. And they had coupled again, and again, and again.

Now, the rays of the morning were peeking into their chamber after a little nap from their, what? Fifth excursion? She had no idea that Jon could go for that many rounds in the time span of their night, but he had always said 'he could never get enough of her.' And now truly, he couldn't. And as his cock slid in and out of her at a fast rate, igniting the flames within her body, she was so thankful for that.

His hands gripped at her hips as he slammed into her, his head buried in her neck as her back arched, her skin slapping against his. They were sweaty and flush and so full of life that it had her seeing stars. And it wasn't long until she could feel his hand snake down and circle around her nub, causing her to fall over the edge and reach her climax quicker than she thought she would. Her fingers scratched at his shoulders as her body spasmed, clutching around his cock, as her eyes closed in pleasure.

After a moment she hears him groan against her neck after one final thrust, spilling himself inside of her, breathing heavily against her body. The two of them laid there for a moment, basking in the sunlight of the new morning, before Daenerys gently moves his head and leans down, kissing his lips softly. They briefly tasted of blood and sweat, probably from how harsh they had coupled, but to her, it was almost like home. Jon was her home.

When she pulls back, she smiles a bit. "You…have impressed me tonight, Jon," she chuckles, shaking her head.

"What?" he asks her quietly, leaning back in the bed. She still sat atop of him, his cock still deep within her. "That I can make my lover come?"

"No. That you've proven yourself able to do over and over," she chuckles, before finally slipping out after a second. "I'm more talking about how often you fucked me last night."

His brow raises at her when she grabs her robe and then pulls her closer. "What makes you think I'm done with you?" he murmurs to her, feeling her laugh. "I still didn't give you that second orgasm yesterday."

"Because you gave me probably twelve last night!" she exclaims, shaking her head before gently moving his hands away from her skin. "Let me rest for a bit, Jon. Women get tired too," she continues, grabbing her robe and wrapping it around her body. Jon sighs and leans back against the bed.

"I know…I just…felt so much energy. So many emotions, all at once." He looks back at her as she grabs a brush, trying to tangle out the knots that had ensued from their previous couplings, but after a moment, she had a feeling she was going to need a second hand for something like this.

"Emotions?" she asks softly, deciding to place the brush down before turning to him. Someone else could handle that for once. "What kind?"

"Just…everything." He looks over at her as she sits back on the bed, wrapping his arms around her middle. "I was glad that we were doing what we were doing, bringing down the wall for these people, who had been trapped for hundreds of years. I felt love after seeing how they reacted, seeing how hopeful they were, how trusting they were of us – I mean, chanting our house words? That was something else."

Daenerys chuckles quietly. "It was quite nice to see."

"But I felt fear too," he admits, looking at her. "I didn't want to admit it. I felt more hope than fear, but of course when you're letting down a wall like this, it's only going to spur on some sort of…scary-ness. I don't know. I've never been good with words"

Daenerys snickers a bit but runs her fingers through his hair, resting a soft kiss against his skin. "That's fine," she chuckles, smiling at him. "I understand. It's alright to feel that."

Jon looks over at her and sighs softly. "It was like…everything all at once. And I guess I might have taken out the emotional stress of it all on you…I'm sorry if I, uh…overworked you."

Daenerys snorts, rather unladylike, but she didn't really care that much. She knew she could be herself around Jon. "You definitely showed off your true colors, for sure…I never knew you could go for so long…but it was nothing but pure pleasure to me."

She places a gentle kiss against his lips to emphasize her point before drawing back with a soft smile. He smiles at her as she sits back down on the bed, but it fades after a moment. Before she could ask what was wrong, Jon stands and walks over to the balcony of their room. For a moment, she takes a second to admire how he looked in the new morning sun.

For a long time, Daenerys had never thought she would be with someone like Jon. Ever since she was young she was always under the impression she would be married off to some fat lord or highborn for their army so her brother could take back the Seven Kingdoms. And at first, it was for that. No, Khal Drogo hadn't been fat – quite the opposite – but it had been for politically charged reasons, and it was the same with Hizdahr, except that was to keep the peace.

But Jon was another matter entirely.

Maybe in another version of their story, it was possible they might have been set up to marry all that time ago, but to be honest, she had a feeling she liked the way it was now. How they had grown together to what they were. Not only was Jon a brilliant lover, and an excellent father to their children, he had grown into himself more, become surer of who he was and what he was meant to do.

And to top it all off, he was probably the best-looking man she had ever seen.

Alright, maybe she was biased just because she had been with him for so long, but she couldn't remember another person that made her feel the way Jon did. Emotionally was another aspect, but physically? No one else compared. Maybe Drogo, but at the same time, she had to fight to get what she wanted out of sex. And only after that did she feel it pleased her. Daario had been selfish too in what he wanted. He would try to make her climax, but could never quite get it, and would give up pretty soon after to just continue on to whatever he wanted.

But with Jon, he took his time with her, made her tremble and shake, scream and whimper, everything all at once that caused her to combust on the inside and out. And of course it helped that he seemed to be bloody sculpted, even with his scars. But to her, that only made him more desirable.

Maybe she was damaged, but so was he.

He glances over at her and catches her staring, causing a smirk to grow on his lips. "Is Daenerys Targaryen looking me over?" Daenerys smirks against his own before standing from the bed, walking over to him. He was still as nude as his name day, so she grabs his trousers and hands them to him.

"And? What if I am?" she asks.

"You don't want to know the answer to that question," he responds, putting back on his trousers. Daenerys chuckles as she moves behind him, once his trousers were back on, and wraps her arms from behind around his middle.

"What's wrong, Jon?" she asks him softly, sensing his tension. Before he could say what she thought he would, she squeezes his sides. "Don't say nothing. I know when you're feeling stressed."

After a moment, he sighs and glances down at her. "I…I don't know, Dany. I'm just thinking of everything that's happened, you know?" He glances over at where the dragons were flying freely now beyond the now-broken wall, some with riders and some not. "I worry for the people here, after what we've done."

Daenerys' brow furrows before she moves to stand in front of him. "Don't start to regret what you are doing, Jon. The moment you do, people start to question you."

"I'm not," he sighs, looking over at her. "I still feel hopeful for the future, of what we can do. I'm just concerned about the rest of the world…especially after what Kinvara told us yesterday. I know we pushed it under the rug for the ceremony but think about it…what if this Great Other is taking over Bran? And he might be coming for us next? It's a possibility that we have to think about."

Daenerys sighs and glances at the ground before moving her gaze back to him. "Do you want to know what I think we should do?"

Jon nods. "Please. It's killing me."

She moves to rest her hands against his cheeks, feeling his stubble. Gods, she could spend hours staring at him. There was just something so rough about him, so manly, so…irresistible. When had she turned into this lovesick fool?

Jon raises an eyebrow at her. "Dany," he states, snapping her out of her gaze.

"Sorry," she mutters, shaking her head. "If you want to know what I should do…I think we should take this slow."

His brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean…we begin with the trial today," she starts. "And then we move on from there. We re-conquer Yunkai and Astapor and send our dragonlords over there, with their supporters, to keep the area running and flourish the economy. And we continue to do that. Right now…we don't know for sure if what these nightmares are…are happening. It could just be Bran trying to mess with our heads. We don't want to get the people of Valyria worked up for nothing if the threat is truly gone."

Jon nods quietly. "I suppose so."

"Then, after that, we can focus on Westeros, see if something dangerous is coming, but think about this, Jon…don't you remember how long it took for the White Walkers originally to come to Winterfell?"

"That's because he was gaining forces," Jon points out. "Raising them back from the bloody dead."

"That's true, but at the end of the day, it's all strategy…even if this exists, we have absolutely no idea where any Others or White Walkers could be. We don't even know for sure if what Kinvara said means that Bran has become a champion of this Great Other. We could just be making this situation bigger than it is."

"But what if he's doing the same thing again?" Jon asks. "What if he's only going to build up more armies and dead things and…just take us out?"

"I don't think we can be taken out that easily, Jon," she states gently. "But if it is, then we will face it appropriately. But right now, we don't even know if it truly exists." Jon glances at the window, clearly not fully content with her answer. Daenerys lets out a soft sigh before grabbing her hand. "How about this, Jon Snow," she whispers to him. He looks down at her, surprised at her using his original last name. "We act as the king and queen of Valyria. We expand this city to places that haven't seen the power of true Valyrian's in years. And then, in a year, if we are still having these nightmares, and you still feel this is a serious topic, we take a trip to Westeros?"

His brow raises in complete shock. "You want to travel to the place that wants to kill us the most?"

"I didn't say to any towns," she states. "I mean to the North. The real North. We could even visit Tormund."

He bites his lip and glances outside. "Go North? Why?"

"To see if an army is building."

His brow raises higher, if possible. "You do remember the last time we went to go out and capture a wight, correct?"

"Did I say capture a wight?" Daenerys asks, crossing her arms against her chest. Jon sighs and quietly shakes his head. "No. I didn't. Honestly, that plan was a suicide-mission from the beginning. All I said is that we go North and see if there's something. A sign. Possible wights. Anything. We wouldn't attack. We wouldn't counter. It would just be you, me, and whatever people you wanted to bring."

Jon looks down at her and lets out a low sigh, before nodding. "A...alright. I can do that."

She looks up at him and leans up, pressing her lips against his. "You're overthinking it right now, Jon. We're going to be okay, at least for now. Barely anyone knows we are here. And if someone were to attack, we would be ready. I know it. I believe it. I understand that this is a flashback to your past, our past, but we can't let that stop us from ruling. And more importantly, from being a family."

Jon sighs and nods his head. "You're right…it's so strange," he states, glancing outside.

Daenerys raises an eyebrow as she moves to sit down on the bed. "What is?"

"How...I was a king before, but this is the first time I've ever truly felt like one," he admits to her, walking to her side on the bed. He takes a seat next to her and then wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She lets her head rest on his shoulder, looking up at him. "I was so…focused on one thing, and that was trying to protect the people, but…I never did anything political, really. It was always Sansa. She always took over. The only political thing I ever did was gain houses of the nobility and see you…and one of those turned out, uh…where we are now."

Daenerys chuckles at his words but nods. "You had a single goal. That's understandable. But this…this is the first time you've had a vision, Jon."

His brow furrows. "A vision?"

"Yes." She moves so that she was looking directly at him now. "You have a full vision of what you want for your people and for your kingdom, not just one goal. You want to expand. You want to help. You want to aid. You want to fight. You have all these plans for our rule to make people's lives better – that's what a true king is like. While I understand that everything at first was directed at the Night King, now, it's a whole new world."

Jon looks down at her and then moves so he was facing her on the bed, and not just hanging off the edge. "It could just be because I feel more fulfilled now," he says softly. "I have you. I have the children."

"Jon, be honest," she starts, chuckling a bit. "If you and I would have gone anywhere in the world, with the children, you wouldn't feel the same fulfillment as a king. Yes…we are always going to be here to support you. But you and I both know that the reason you feel like a king now is that you are finally acting like one."

Jon takes her hand in his, sighing. "True." He looks over at her. "But I never could have done this without you."

"You could have."

"No, Dany," he instantly states. "If it was up to me, for a long time, I never would have gotten involved with something like this. But you…you made me see the light. It made me understand the ways of the world. And I'm so thankful for that."

Daenerys smiles at his statement before taking his hand in hers. "I'm glad I helped you along your way." She sighs and stands. "And now…we have to do what we have been planning to do since the volcano."

Jon sighs and glances outside. "I know." He sighs and glances at the ground. "I've just…I've been thinking about the children a lot. The Galeron's."

Daenerys smiles softly at the name. "I'm happy that they accepted so easily yesterday."

"I am too," he says, looking up at her. "But…what exactly do we do with them? Do we just let them watch the trial? What about the execution because Gods know, we are going to bloody murder them for what they did."

"Of course," Daenerys says, sitting next to him again. "But…I think they should be there. I think if they want to, they should even testify."

Jon's brow raises. "Really…"

"I mean, think about it, Jon," she says to him softly. "A lot of Valyria already hate the king and queen, but if they found out what they did to their own children behind closed doors? I mean, it's already in the public eye now that Mae was actually their daughter. People are extremely upset they hid another royal child from the public. Why not have them testify – if they wanted to."

"Well, Nesara is too young," Jon instantly states. "She's only seven. There's no way she can get up there and not be emotional. If anything, because her father beat her, she's going to have to stay near us, the whole time. Mae and Zaevar, however…if they would be willing to, they'd probably provide enough story for everyone to hear."

Daenerys nods. "But it's up to them if they'd want to testify or not." She glances towards the entrance and bites her lip. "What…what if Daemon testified too?"

Jon's brow raises in surprise, but she could see that he could see why he would testify. He was killed in the cave, beaten and bloodied bad, and now his powers were changed because of it. "I…don't know how well that would go over," Jon admits quietly. "The children testifying shows that even within the family, there's trouble, but if someone was to come from within our family, people might think it's already biased because they know we hate them."

"True," Daenerys mutters, leaning back on the bed. "I wouldn't want to put that through to him though. He doesn't deserve that."

Jon nods quietly, before looking over at her. "Are you ready for this?" he asks her softly.

"Yes," Daenerys states instantly. "Those people have been sitting in our dungeons for I don't even know how long now. I'm tired of thinking about them. I'm tired of the idea that they could get out, and hurt the children. I just want this whole ordeal to be done with. Even if we've been rebuilding and ruling, even taking the wall down, they've always been on my mind. And the sooner we take care of it, the better."

Jon takes her hands in his. "And they will be." He looks outside and bites his lip. "You know…we make a really good team."

Daenerys smiles and moves to behind him, wrapping her arms around his body. "I know we do, my love."

He was quiet, still looking outside. After a moment, he moves his head so he could look back at her. "Have…have you ever thought about going back to Westeros?"

Her brow raises in complete shock as she looks at him, before adjusting her body so she was sitting directly in front of him now. "Going back there? For what? For a visit?"

"No," he states, looking back at her. "To rule."

Daenerys stares at him, trying to see if this was some joke he was making, but when he doesn't answer, she realizes he was serious. "I…haven't regularly thought about it," she states quietly. "It's been on my mind in the past but…I've never gone through with it for obvious reasons."

"But, I mean…what if?" he honestly asks, looking up at her. "What if we did go back? We have dragons now, more than we ever thought we could. We have an army of people who would support us – and you have your Dothraki back in Meereen. We have a reason to go back – treason."

"Jon, do you not remember what happened the last time we were there?" she asks him softly. "I lost two of my dragons, some of my close advisors and friends and my life. We were manipulated. Who's to say that wouldn't happen again?"

"It would never," he states instantly. "I know what I am now. The same way I know what you are now. Nothing is going to change my mind about that." He glances back outside. "I've just been…so upset. How is it that the one boy that never did anything except stare up at the sky with white eyes somehow gets the crown? And that my sister gets what she wants when she barely knew anything about battle strategy? The only kind of training through leading people she got because of Littlefinger and Cersei...two of probably the most diabolical people I knew. I understand what she went through but…I've been so angry at how this world has turned out for the both of us." He looks back over at her. "I love being here. I love these people. I love you. But if we are being completely 100% honest, the two of us should be who are ruling the Westerosi. Not Bran. And definitely not Sansa."

"So what would you propose?" Daenerys asks, not believing what she was hearing. "Just leave Valyria all together?"

"No," he responds, reaching over to take her hands in his. "We expand there."

"…what?"

"Think about it," he says to her gently. "We're making all of these plans to expand to other areas of Essos, the former cities of the Valyrian Freehold, to rebuild Valyria into something that it wasn't before, but why haven't we ever thought of taking this over the Narrow Sea? Dragonstone was a part of the Valyrian Freehold…who's to say we can't bring Westeros as well?"

Daenerys looks at him quietly before biting her lip. "...I don't know how easily the people of Westeros would submit to us after everything that's happened. At least the people of Essos haven't experienced that."

"Then we tell the people of Westeros what happened to you. How it wasn't you who did that."

"And you think they'll believe that?!" she asks incredulously.

"If we show them the letters and the scrolls that Dan had, written by people, they will," he reassures her. "I've grown up with these people. They're easily persuaded if given the right facts – at least most of them."

Daenerys looks at him quietly, her brow furrowed, thinking over what he said. A part of her deep down did want revenge. She wanted to take back Westeros with Jon, with her family, with her people, and prove that they made the wrong choice in everything. Get revenge on Bran, on Sansa, even on Tyrion. But at the same time, she was frightened. Terrified, even. She didn't want what happened before to happen again.

And now with the possibility of another darkness creeping up their minds, it scared her even more.

"It's hard to picture," she says softly, looking at him.

"It's not easy to see something that's never been done before," he admits quietly, her hands still in his. "But I know if it was the two of us, we would be able to do anything. I'm sure of it."

Daenerys looks at him, and for the first time, she sees something completely different in Jon's eyes. Something she had never expected to see. A ruler, he was. A great father, obviously. A talented and caring lover, he had always been. But this…this was new.

She saw a conqueror.

Daenerys lifts her hand away from his and to his cheek, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. When she pulls back, she strokes the skin right under his eye, looking into them, searching them. "It's something we'd have to seriously talk about with our council, our people, and the rest of the Valyria," she starts softly. "Remember – right now, we are centered on our people. On the expansion of our people. And the sooner we do that, the better. But as I said before, if we feel in a year that what we are building wasn't good enough…we can think about going back there."

"But…don't you want to get revenge on them?" he asks her, his voice low and filled with confusion.

"I do," she whispers fiercely. "And we will. But right now, we need to focus on what's important, and that's this trial, and our family."

Jon looks at her before quietly nodding his head. "Alright…I can support that." She leans back as she moves her gaze back to him.

"Where did this come from?"

"I don't know…I've just been thinking about it lately. Ever since we found out what Bran could be…it frightens me. But…I know that you're right. I know that we need to be careful about what we do. Especially now that the wall is gone." He sighs and leans against the bed. "I don't know what came over me."

"I do," Daenerys says softly, causing him to look over. "You got lost in the vision. There's so much we want to be done, but we have to take it one step at a time."

Jon nods, grabbing her hand. Before she could say anything else, however, there was a knock on the door. Magar's voice sounds out from beyond it.

"Your graces, we have two visitors on the docks saying you requested them here." Daenerys' brow furrows and she looks at Jon in confusion, but as soon as she saw the smile spread on his face, she instantly knew he had something to do with this.

"Bring them into the throne room. We'll meet them down there," Jon commands.

"Yes, your grace." They hear Magar walk away after that moment, and once he was gone, Daenerys turns to Jon, totally flabbergasted.

"What did you do now?" she asks him.

Jon only smiles. "You'll see."

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She had no idea what this man had planned, but by the look on his face, he was almost more excited than she had ever seen him.

Every time she tried to ask him what exactly he was leading her to, he would continuously say that she just had to wait and see. And the closer they got the throne room, the more anxious she was. They had just opened the wall yesterday. How was it that Jon invited someone here already? Or that someone found out about them that quickly?

And as they walked around the corner inside, her mind full of theories as to how this could have possibly happened, she stops dead in her tracks when she sees a familiar figure looking up at the thrones, a bag in her hands.

"…Eleana?" she breathes out.

The young woman turns, and there she was, that same smile Daenerys had trusted for years, directed right at her. "My queen," she states, bowing her head. "Or, I suppose my Valyrian queen now."

Daenerys runs forward, wrapping her arms around her close friend tightly. Eleana laughs and drops the bag, returning the hug with her own arms. When she pulls back, Daenerys rests her hands on the girl's cheeks, smiling.

"I can't believe you're here. How-"

"It was Jon's fault."

Another voice called out to her from the perch in the throne room, and Daenerys turns her head to see a second familiar figure coming towards her. And when she comes into the light, Daenerys feels herself stare in shock.

There stood Arya, with her sword and everything she had come to recognize her as. Right there in the throne room. Her hair had grown a little longer, but she still looked the same.

"Arya!" she laughs, coming over to the girl and giving her a tight hug. Arya returns it, chuckling at Daenerys' quick hello. When she pulls back, Arya walks over to where Jon stood and hugged him tightly, before turning her gaze back to Daenerys. "How are you here? Why are you here?"

"Jon sent out a letter to us a little bit over a week ago to come," Arya explains when she pulls back from Jon. "He said he wanted to speak with us about what's happened. We didn't think we'd be able to come but-"

"We took down the wall," Daenerys finishes, looking over at Jon. "You were planning this, this whole time?"

"I told you, I'm the king of surprises," he points out. "Your move, now."

Daenerys snorts, shaking her head before turning to Arya. "We did have to speak with you about something but I had no clue it would be today. We're…we're setting up for something."

"I…can see that," Arya states, her eyes going to where seating was being prepared for the trial. "You two….have much to tell us. As we do to you."

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

"There's been…some trouble, back home," Eleana states gently. "We wanted to talk with you personally and Jon's invite was the best way to get there."

Daenerys nods quietly before looking at Jon. "Well…are the children breaking their fast right now?" He nods. "We can go to the dining chambers then, discuss everything there."

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When they arrived where the children were, Dan and Daemon were the first two to suddenly stand and race towards Arya and Eleana, hugging them both. When they pulled back, Dan instantly wanted to show Arya her new moves, while Daemon wanted to show her his own. Arya was more distracted by the three confused stares looking at her.

"No, she's coming with me!"

"No, me!"

"Who are these three children?" Arya suddenly asks, turning to look at Jon and Daenerys. Jon looks over to where they were before gesturing to them to come closer. All three do, but Nesara runs behind Jon's leg, staring up at Arya out of shyness.

Daenerys chuckles a bit and calls out to the young girl to come to her, which she does. "Arya, these are the Galeron children. Mae, Zaevar, and Nesara," she explains, pointing to each of the children. They all give a wave, Nesara's being the smallest from where she sat with Daenerys.

"Dan's told me stories about you," Zaevar states, looking at her. "That you can take people's faces?"

Arya raises an eyebrow and looks over at Dan, who shrugs. "You expect me to keep all of these secrets?"

"I just didn't think you'd tell a boy who's a stranger," Arya points out, looking back at the three of them.

"We aren't strangers!" Mae exclaims, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Arya," Daenerys starts again, starting to feel a bit of tension in the room. "The Galeron's are under our care."

Arya's brow furrows. "So…now you have five children?"

"I suppose so, yes," Jon answers from where he sits. Arya was staring at him in shock, while Eleana just looked surprised. He sighs and looks to all of them. "Dan, Daemon, you can speak with your Aunt Arya later. Take the children out to practice, or something."

"But I wanted to see her switch faces," Zaevar mutters.

"Come on," Dan states before throwing a glare at her dad. "I better get to train with her later." Jon waves her off, watching as the four eldest go to leave, but Nesara was refusing to get off of Daenerys' lap. Mae reaches out and tempts her with another cookie from their meal, and Nesara instantly jumps off and runs after her, causing Dany to chuckle a bit.

After a moment, she turns her gaze back to Arya, who was still standing there, completely still. "Alright, we have a lot to speak about."

"Sure as shit we do," Arya states before grabbing a chair and sitting across from them at the table. Eleana graciously takes her own chair and sits as well, placing down her bag. "Do you two have any idea how long it has been since you have been in Meereen?"

Jon shares a glance with Daenerys. "Well…in here it's been about eight months. Maybe nine. Maybe more. It's hard to keep track of everything," Jon states quietly, causing Arya's brow to furrow.

"That long?" she asks, leaning back. "In…in Meereen it's been five."

"Time moves quicker within the wall," Daenerys explains. "This city has been built that way."

Arya's brow furrows before she suddenly leans against the table, staring at both of them. "Alright. Both of you need to explain everything that has happened. Now."

Jon looks at Dany, who gestures for him to talk. "She's your sister. Tell her."

He nods, before turning back to Arya. "It all started when we arrived here," he begins, glancing out the window. "We came here wanting to teach Dan how to harness her powers, as well as Daemon. Both of them could get the teaching they needed. When we first came through to the Valyrian sea, we were as confused as you when I sent you the message to come here, but after we saw what Kinvara did, we knew it was meant to be."

Arya leans back in her chair. "What did she do?"

"Kinvara is much older than you think. She's been here for hundreds of years. She's been around since the beginning to the Valyrian Freehold. But she, and a couple of other red priests, saved a small number of dragonriders from the Doom, and concealed them in this wall, invisible to the world. Anyone who dared to try and trespass it was killed or cursed. The only reason we were allowed was…because we didn't burn."

Arya raises an eyebrow. "Didn't burn?"

"The former king and queen tried to have us killed by fire," Jon continues. "When Daenerys and I emerged from the flames, unharmed, they allowed us to stay and train. They usually have never let anyone within the walls of Valyria but because of what we were, they let us in."

"Why would they try to light you on fire though?" Arya mumbles. "Much easier and quicker ways to kill people."

"It's sort of the Valyrian's way of life," Daenerys says from where she sat. "That is where our house words came from."

"Alright," Arya states, before looking back to Jon. "What's next?"

"Well…what's next is that we saw how horrible the former king and queen were," Jon responds. "That one child, Mae? The eldest of the three, they kept her locked away because she didn't have any sorcery compared to her siblings, and if she didn't do as they asked, her father would….beat her, and rape her, Arya. He would also beat his son senseless, and I don't know what would have happened to Nesara if they remained in power."

"Seven hells," Arya mutters before looking back at Daenerys. "This is all true?"

"Yes," Daenerys answers. "They were hurting their own children, constantly. At least the father was physically. Saeresa was more mental."

"And…I can see those people aren't with us anymore," Arya points out, looking at the outfits they were wearing.

Jon and Daenerys glance at each other before sighing. "No…sadly, they are still with us. Just not in power."

Arya raises an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Well…we came up with a plan." He reaches over and grabs Daenerys' hand, and Arya watches with mild interest before turning her gaze back to him. "Saeresa…was also planning on destroying the Valyrian people while keeping the few loyalists alive, and then go off and take over the world as the old Valyrian's did. And…Dany and I didn't like that."

"So what was the plan?" Arya asks.

"Gain the trust of the Valyrian people," Daenerys starts. "Have our children try and keep the Galeron's safe. And while they did that, we grow close to the commoners and the dragonlords. Hear their concerns and see what we could do to help from afar while putting in their minds that we are the best people to help them succeed in those problems. And then from there, we start some sort of rebellion to overthrow the king and queen, but the people would want to do it first."

"Except, it didn't quite pan out that way," Jon states, rubbing the back of his neck.

Arya sighs. "It never really does, does it?" she asks before looking back at him. "What happened?"

"The queen decided to rush her plans," Jon states quietly. "She took away her loyalists, stored away the sorcerers and red priests, and brought them all into a volcano. They performed a spell so they would be safe but then used the fire mages to erupt the volcano so that it would flow lava onto the streets and kill the citizens. To start new."

"Sounds familiar," Arya mutters, and after Daenerys gives her a glare, she shrugs her shoulders. "Hey, I know you were under the influence of something evil, but that does sound like what you did. And I suppose you two stopped this and took over?"

"Well…we as a family did," Daenerys says quietly, looking over at Jon. He offers a soft smile to her and then turns back to Arya. "Daemon was taken with the healers, so Jon and I took all of Valyria on a hunt to try and find the king and queen. Once we did, Jon and I got everyone out, including Daemon and Nesara, who were both seriously injured. But Jon stayed behind to face the king and queen, who wanted to kill him. He told me to get everyone to safety before the volcano erupted. From there, we took the fire mages and managed to redirect the lava into the sea, so there would only be damage to homes instead of to the people."

"What happened with Jon in the volcano?" Arya asks, looking at him.

"I, uh…burned the hair off the queen and nearly killed the king," he admits, leaning back in his chair. "Got out safely though." Arya raises her brow at him.

"Damn…didn't know you had a killer in you, Lord Jon," Eleana states from where she sat. She had been quiet throughout the whole conversation, but this one statement made him turn his head towards her.

"Well, when they're threatening my family, I suppose it's meant to come out," he states, looking at her.

Daenerys squeezes his hand under the table, giving him a look of resolution, before turning back to Arya. "We dealt with them accordingly the way they were to be dealt with. When Jon escaped the volcano, he came back on Jonarys with the bodies of the king and queen, and they have been locked away below ever since. From there, the Valyrian's wanted us to rule, even proclaimed us as king and queen. A month later, we had rebuilt much of the castle and the city and had the coronation. And now we're here. And we were going to have a trial for the king and queen today."

Arya stares between the two of them before shaking her head. "Alright. Let me get this straight. You two came here, looking for training for your two children. Then, you see how horrible the king and queen were, and that they hurt their kids, so you decided to take over. A volcano nearly erupted, and you saved the whole city, while also saving your children, and now you two are the king and queen of Valyria, a city that no one thinks even exists?"

The couple was silent for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up," Jon states, chuckling a bit.

Arya shakes her head, staring at them. "I can't believe this. I mean, Meereen I assumed, but Valyria? By the Gods, that's crazy! You two are ruling over a ruined city but – it's not ruined. This is so…incredibly mindboggling. I mean, did you see all those dragons outside?!"

"Yes, we did," Daenerys chuckles, looking at her.

Arya looks at her before looking over at Eleana. "You have been quiet this whole time," she states. "You have to have something to say about this."

Eleana chuckles before shrugging her shoulders. "I think that it suits you two," she states, looking between Jon and Daenerys. "Meereen always seemed too small for the both of you. You both deserved more than you were given in that pyramid. This is much, much bigger."

Daenerys nods quietly, knowing exactly what she meant. "It truly is. Neither of us thought this would happen like this but…it has. And we're happy."

Arya glances between the two of them before crossing her arms against her chest. "Alright, I think I've put off asking this more than once – are you two fucking yet?"

"Arya," Jon chastises, his brow raises in complete shock at her language, but she only shrugs.

"What? It was only a matter of time. Just admit it."

"We aren't 'fucking,'" Jon states, rolling his eyes before looking over at Daenerys. "We're together. As one." He grabs her hand in his, smiling softly. "And I wouldn't want it any other way. She is mine and I am hers."

Daenerys feels her heart flutter at his statement, smiling at him before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. No matter what he said, he always found ways to make her blush.

The moment was however tarnished when Arya rolled her eyes and looked up to the ceiling. "Good gods," she groans as they pull apart. "Are you always this lovey-dovey between the two of you?"

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "Is that a bad thing? That someone loves your brother this much?" she asks her softly.

Arya sighs and shakes her head. "No, it's not. I'm just not used to something like this." She leans against the table and looks over at Eleana. "I'm sure you're used to this. Probably predicted it."

"Oh, I advised for it," Eleana states, causing Arya to chuckle a bit. "Are you two married now?"

"Uh, no," Jon states, sighing quietly.

"You two are ruling a civilization practically and you aren't even together?" Arya asks, her brow furrowed.

"No, we are together," Daenerys says. "Completely, but we aren't technically married. This whole city thinks we are but…we haven't done it yet."

Arya raises an eyebrow. "Why does the city think that?" she asks, looking over at Jon.

"I let it slip," he states, being honest. "I think of her that way. I have for a long time. But I didn't want to get married here, where so many horrible things have happened. I wanted to give her a ceremony that she deserved."

Arya sighs. "That's really sweet, Jon, but at the same time, what are you two going to do when you do decide to get married and have to tell the people? What happens then?"

"We haven't figured that out yet," Jon responds. "But we will. Right now…we're focused on the trial. That's it."

Daenerys squeezes his hands, happy that he said that. She was glad he was following what she said earlier.

Arya looks between the two of them before sighing. "Well, then I'm glad then. You two seem really happy."

"And we are," Daenerys states, squeezing Jon's hand again. He smiles at her as the bells start to ring outside. Arya glances out towards the window of the dining chamber before turning back to them.

"And those three children…they are yours now?"

Daenerys nods her head gently. "We couldn't just leave them alone to fend for themselves. And they sure as hell could not go back to their parents…and we've come to care for them. Simple as that," she explains gently, looking over at Arya.

"Understandably," Arya says quietly. "I just…didn't expect it, I suppose. I thought you already had your hands full with the twins."

Daenerys smiles a bit and lets her hand fall. "Well…Jon and I have been trying for a third," she admits to her.

Arya's brow raises and she looks over at Jon. "Really?"

"We have," he states gently. "For a while now."

"But…having a child has always been something that's been hard for me," Daenerys says quietly, looking up at Arya. "So, after a while, we realized that those children needed a home just as much as the next ones. And we would be willing to give them that. Nesara is already in love with Jon – and Mae served as my handmaiden for a time while I was trying to get her away from her family."

"So have you stopped trying then?" Arya asks.

"No, we haven't. But we've just…been a little more realistic," she admits, looking over at Jon. "We realized we needed to focus now and not on the future. One step at a time. And if a child does come from that, then it will be a blessing."

Arya nods her head. "Well…I'm glad you two are happy and that the children are happy. We were scared. We never heard from you for months," she states, looking between the two of them. "We thought maybe your ship had wrecked again as it did in Volantis but never could have imagined….this." She leans against the table. "Jon mentioned in his letter that he had to speak with me, regarding a spot on his, what, council? I didn't believe you at first but now I guess I have to."

Jon nods his head, reaching out and grabbing his sister's hands. "I did want to speak with you about that. Since Dany and I have taken over, we've been trying to build up a council sort of like how they did it in Westeros, with people to help us with certain things to keep the city running well and surviving, but we haven't picked a specific role yet."

"The Master of Whisperers," Daenerys finishes, causing Arya to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh no, I'm not going to be like Varys, am I?" she asks quietly, crossing her arms against her chest. "Because that is a life I can not live."

"No, you wouldn't be like that," Jon states, shaking his head. "What you would be…would be one of the most important people on this council. This isn't a spying job. This is a job you would prefer."

Arya's brow raises again. "What do you mean?"

"Jon has told me that while you traveled with Ser Sandor Clegane, you saw how he worked with the king, and other forms of…nobility. How he did 'dirty work,' I suppose is the word for it," Daenerys starts. She sees a look of pain flash across the girl's eyes, but after a moment it vanishes, and she nods. "He had no problem in taking out any of the king's enemies, any threats to the crown. And that is what Jon and I wanted to reinstate with you."

At that moment, Jon takes out what seemed to be a pin that was wrapped in the shape of a dragon, with the claw protruding out. He holds it up to Arya.

"We wanted to present this to you when we saw you again – it was my fault for not telling the queen for so long that you were coming." Dany offers him a pointed look at that but says nothing more. "But we want you to be the Claw of the Dragon."

"The person who hunts down our enemies," Daenerys clarifies from where she sat. "Someone who would make sure that our family and our rule was safe from people who might try to take it, or harm it. It would be the Master of Whisperers position, except you would get to track the people we needed to be killed."

"And, you could put that ability that you have to use," Jon states, gesturing to her face. "The face-swapping method you've learned. Despite the intentions of your first visit, we were thoroughly impressed with how you did that. We believe it could be of good use."

Arya stares at the pin quietly before glancing at him. "Are you sure this isn't just because I'm your sister?"

"Arya, I'm not dumb," Jon states, looking at her. "To be honest, I could have given this to anyone who knew how to kill, but I wanted to give it to the best person I knew. The only person I knew, that had the abilities you do, and the talents you've learned. Daenerys and I talked extensively about this, and we both agree, you would be the best option."

Arya looks at the pin before letting out a quiet smile. "I suppose I could take on that role for you, big brother," she states, turning to him. "But, on one condition."

"Anything," Jon states, leaning back in his chair. "What is it?"

"I want to train your guards," she states, turning to Daenerys. "While you have been gone, there hasn't been serious trouble in the city, but there has been on the outside. I want to train them in the art of the faceless man. What I learned in the House of Black and White. It will help them improve in their agility and their speed, and from there they will be better guards for when something does happen in the future. That way…I suppose I can still be head of guard but be your…dragon's claw at the same time."

Jon's brow furrows as he shares a look with Daenerys. "We would be willing to allow that," Daenerys answers, turning back to her. "But you say there's been…discourse in the city? What's happened?"

"Well, not in the city. But…on the outside, yes." She reaches into the bag that Eleana had brought and holds something out to her brother. "You might want to read this."

Jon takes it from her hands, his eyes scanning over until he suddenly throws it to the side. "I'm going to fucking kill them," he snaps, standing. Daenerys takes his hand, staring up at him.

"Jon, calm down," she whispers to him. "Breathe."

Jon moves his gaze to her before letting out a low breath, and then within seconds he was sitting back down at the table, but he was absolutely seething. Daenerys reaches over and grabs the piece of parchment he had been holding, looking to read it as well.

'To the Dragon Whore of Meereen,

While we 'understand' that you might be taking your time on our proposal for an alliance through marriage, we have come to the conclusion that you are not actually married to anyone, thanks to an outside source. You have been deliberately lying to us after we have tried time and time again to make peace.

If you do not respond to our request within the next moon, we are going to attack Meereen and demand your head, because this rule you have - whatever it may be - is over. We are done playing these games.

-The Slave Masters of Slaver's Bay.'

"Nice people," Daenerys mutters before lowering the letter to the table. "How did they find out about Jon's lie?"

"I believe it might have gone through with one of our guards," Arya admits quietly. "When you left, I found a couple of them who were spies – good ones. Either they consented to be dismissed, never to be seen in the city again, or I slit their throats for treasons. They chose the former, obviously. But one of them somehow must have gotten back to his master, despite us having eyes on them."

Daenerys bites her lip before looking over at Jon. "Seems our conquest to Yunkai and Astapor will have to come sooner rather than later."

"Fine with me," Jon mutters.

Daenerys sighs. "Jon…"

"No," he states, turning to her, knowing what she was going to say. "I can't just calm down about this. I went across the sea to scare them into never asking for something like this and now that I haven't shown my face, or you haven't, suddenly they feel the need to go to war? Over something like a marriage? It's maddening. I know that you were never merciful to most of the slave masters, Dany, but these people…they have to go. They need a reformation in those cities."

"I know," she responds. "I know they do. We just need to plan this out. If they are threatening me, that's one thing, but if it's the people of Meereen, that's another."

Arya looks at her quietly. "So what do you want to do?" she honestly asks her.

Daenerys sighs. "Like Jon said. The first thing we focus on now is this trial and ending this once and for all. But after that, we talk with our council, and the people we have chosen to take over for us once we leave. From there, we make a choice on when we want to go to Yunkai and Astapor…and it has to be soon considering they…aren't so reluctant to back down."

Jon sighs and stands. "I suppose we should get off to doing that then. The people are going to be waiting soon for this."

As soon as he stands, however, Arya reaches out to him. "Actually, would I be able to speak with you alone?" she asks him.

Jon raises an eyebrow and glances at Dany. "Whatever you have to say, you can say it to both of us."

"Jon, it's alright," Daenerys says gently to him as she stood. "You and Arya have a lot of catching up to do. I'll show Eleana around the castle for the time being. We can meet later."

Jon looked like he wanted to protest, but at her look, he drops his shoulders and nods. "Alright, Dany."

Daenerys grabs Eleana's arm, urging her to stand and bringing her out of the room. "Let's leave these two alone. I have plenty of new braiding styles to show you. And my hair needs help after last night."

"Last night?" Eleana asks her as they walk away. "What happened last night?"

Daenerys smiles a bit, remembering what her old friend had said to her all that time ago. "Many things." To which Eleana just laughed, clutching onto Dany's arm, their footsteps echoing throughout the hallway.

---

Jon

"There's been news from the North."

As soon as Jon heard that, he looks to Arya with a confused stare. Dany and Eleana had left the room so it was only the two of them. "What kind of news? Do they know where we are somehow? Are they going to war?"

"No, nothing like that – at least not yet," Arya states, before quietly taking another piece of parchment out of her bag. "I did, um…receive this from Sansa."

She hands him the piece of parchment, and he gingerly takes it, his eyes scanning over the words.

'My Dear Sister, Arya,

We haven't spoken in a long time since you came to visit the North. For a while, I believe that it might have been something that I've done wrong, but after a long conversation with our brother – the king – I've learned of where you are.

You're making a mistake, Arya.

We aren't stupid here. We know that Daenerys is alive and have for years, but we always knew she was too scared to come back here after what Westeros did to her. Recently, Bran told me Jon was with her again – how he found out about her, I will never know because he refuses to write to me, but I have a feeling Daenerys is turning him against me. And that means he's most likely doing the same to you.

Please. I know you love Jon and we were never that close as children, but now we're the only family we have left. The Starks need to stick together. If you're off getting to know the dragon queen, that goes against every part of our family in the past. It was because a Stark strayed to a Targaryen that Jon was born, and we both know how that turned out.

For the sake of the realm, leave him. He isn't the same Jon. We saw what he did. We know what he did. I want you to come home, to the North, and be with us. Leave this fantasy of the perfect family behind and reunite with the pack. Remember, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. We need you right now in this dire time in the North.

Don't be the lone wolf.

Your sister,

Sansa.'

"I can't believe this," Jon mutters, throwing the letter to the table. "She's really pressuring you into thinking like that…I didn't think she'd stem that far." He looks over at Arya, and sees the quiet look on her face "Oh, don't tell me you're thinking of returning, Arya."

"No," she instantly states, looking at him. "But…a part of me does miss the North, Jon."

His brow furrows before he reaches over and grabs her hand. "Do you want to go home? You can speak to me honestly."

Arya bites her lip and shakes her head. "I…I do, but I don't want to go back without you or your family."

Jon sighs, looking at the ground. "Arya…"

"There has to be a part of you that does miss home, Jon," she says to him softly. "I know you. You grew up in the North. You are the North, even if you're here ruling over these people. And you want to know why you've been doing such a great job? Because you brought a different type of ruling style here. You and Daenerys. But I don't want to go back without you or her or the children."

Jon's brow furrows, surprised at her statement. "While that does please me," he admits, "I'm a bit confused as to why you wouldn't want to go back without us?"

Arya sighs and squeezes Jon's hand. "Because Jon…I don't know if I could ever really face my sister alone again…not after finding out what she and Bran did. What all of them did…I still can't believe they would use that against you. But being here, I've seen a different version of you, a better one. And honestly, I've come to really like Daenerys, and being an aunt to the children…and I'd love to get to know those other three as well. I could never go back there by myself."

Jon looks at her quietly before sighing. "We…in the future, we might go back. There's been some….instances of the something darker returning."

Arya's brow furrows this time. "The Night King?"

"No," Jon states. "Worse."

"Well, now you have to tell me."

So he does. He tells Arya everything he had heard from Kinvara, from the relations with how Dan had that mark, to the nightmares Dany had been having, to how he thinks Bran might have some sort of connection to this Great Other, and to the legends that Kinvara thought were reborn with his family. And after a long amount of talking, Arya slowly nods and leans back in her chair, digesting all of the new information.

Finally, she snorts. "Your family was really given a shit hand, huh?"

"Yes…we were," he states, sighing. "But right now, we haven't seen any other sign besides possible dreams and nightmares, that's it. Dany and I both agreed that if we still feel this is a threat in a year, we would go and investigate the North, see what's happening. For now…we've been focused on this and rebuilding Valyria. Expanding it. Westeros…although it's a possibility, Dany is right. It's so far in the future that we need to focus on keeping the safety of the people we lead now."

Arya smiles a bit from where she sat, and Jon raises an eyebrow at her expression.

"And what are you smiling about now?"

"You," she chuckles a bit, leaning closer to grab his hand. "I always had faith in you, Jon. I never thought it would be ruling over, well, Valyria, but I knew you'd do great things – you're being the leader I always knew you'd be."

Jon smiles a bit from where he sat. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without Dany," he admits softly, looking at his sister. "I mean…I knew I could bring people together before, I wasn't an idiot – at least not most of the time." That causes Arya to snicker, but she still listens. "But with Daenerys, I just feel…so whole. She makes me feel like I can do anything. I never believed I could truly be a ruler here but she's…she's changed me, for the better."

Arya smiles at his words. "…you really love her, don't you?"

Jon nods, the smile never leaving his face. "I do. Truly. I could never picture myself with anyone else."

"Well, I'm happy for you," Arya admits gently. "And truth be told…I am sorry about how we treated her when she first came to Westeros. You know the North, they're very…stubborn. Like you." Jon snorts but lets her continue. "And so was I…but I've come to realize that she wasn't just a reliable ally in the fight against the dead. She could have been a good friend if I had just listened to you. And I'm happy that even though we didn't start on the best of terms here…we've grown to that…thank the Gods you trained her."

"It was for that reason exactly," he admits.

Arya smiles a bit as she stands. "So I guess I'm going to have to call her 'sister' in the future?" Jon sighs as she crosses her arms against her chest. "I still can't believe you told me that. You two are ruling a nation together and you aren't married. Unbelievable."

"You're one to talk. You're not with anyone!"

"I am not a lady, nor a queen," Arya states, chuckling as Jon stands. "I'm sure Daenerys wants more than what you have given her right now. You have to think in the mind of a typical woman – well, she's not a typical woman, but you understand what I mean."

"I know, Arya," he sighs, looking to her. "I just…want it to be special. I care for the people here and everyone else but this place…never felt like a good time to do it. We will marry when we feel it's the best time to do so…and hopefully, we can find a way to convince the people of it, too...really dug myself into a hole with that one."

"Yes, you did," Arya chuckles, as the two start to walk out of the room towards the hallways. "And you're wrong…I am with someone."

Jon's brow raises before he turns to look at his sister fully. "And who might this be?"

Arya brings her hands together and looks at him. "…Gendry Baratheon."

Jon stares at her incredulously. "You're fucking kidding. I thought you didn't like him?!"

"I never said I didn't like him," she chuckles a bit. "I just said my first time with him was never ideal. But after traveling so often, he started to write to me – found out I was in Meereen from the king, as you could guess. And after a couple of letters back and forth, I invited him to Meereen."

"You brought a Baratheon to Meereen?" Jon asks, completely stunned by what she had done. "I can't believe you would do something like this. You know the Baratheon's are loyal to the crown!"

"Not Gendry," Arya says to him. His brow raises in surprise, but she only nods. "Actually, he's always been leaning more towards you and Dany ever since she legitimized him."

Jon bites his lip and sighs. "And you're sure that he won't…talk back to Bran? He only knows we are in Meereen but he doesn't know about this."

"He won't. Trust me. I know Gendry. He wouldn't want to ruin the chance he has right now of being with me." Jon raises an eyebrow at her as they walked, but she only nods. "I'm serious. After the battle in Winterfell and the festival, he proposed to me. He wanted me to be Lady of Storm's End."

"Seven hells, really?" he asks her.

"Yes," she chuckles. "I told him no, that I wasn't a lady, but now years later he doesn't care about that. I thought 'why not?' And you and Daenerys seem to be happy…I might as well give it a shot." She sighs and looks up at him. "I've explored Westeros and the world those last years and I discovered many things…but I want to be with my family and with someone I care about. If just for a time."

Jon reaches over and squeezes her shoulders, pulling her in for a quick embrace. "I understand. Eventually everyone needs a break." When she pulls back, she looks up at him.

"But this trial – I better get to see the man who did this to your children."

"Oh trust me, you will," Jon mutters as they walked. He glances around the corner and could see the children practicing their swords, this time with Dan and Mae sparring, with his daughter giving occasional tips to the older girl. Arya smiles a bit and looks up at him.

"She really takes after you. Both of them do."

Jon smiles a bit and nods, moving along. "They really do." Arya nudges his side as they continue to walk, and he looks down. "What?"

"So you said you and Daenerys were trying – besides the twins and the new set of children when do I get a new niece or nephew?"

Jon snorts and shakes his head. "Whenever the Gods allow. We've been trying for a while…nothing's happened. Maybe eventually but for now, I think the children we have are enough. As well as the family." He squeezes Arya's hand, and she smiles as he guides her.

"I do, too."

"I suppose I should give you a tour of the castle before this trial," he states, but before he could continue, a loud roar interrupts his voice. Arya turns her head to see Jonarys land on the perch in the throne room, staring at Jon, looking for a ride. He looks over at Arya, who was staring at the beast in slight fear. "Want to go for a ride?"

Arya almost laughs, but when she sees he was serious, she tilts her head. "You're…you're serious?"

"Well, maybe not right now, but in the future. I think a dragon ride suits Arya Stark's style, don't you? Oh wait – I mean, Arya Baratheon," he teases.

"Oh, shove off!" she exclaims, shaking her head. "Don't jump to conclusions yet…but I think a dragon ride might, uh…be the coolest thing I've ever done. I'd be happy to do that." Jon smiles and nods before waving to Jonarys, signaling for him to leave. Jonarys lets out a screech of sadness at not being ridden but does so anyway, flying off.

"Alright then, let's get on with this tour," he states, grabbing his sister's arm. "All of this throne room was absolute trash before Dany and I took over."

Arya snorts, holding onto him tightly, clearly glad to be back with her brother. "Never thought I'd hear those words come from your mouth."

---

By the time the tour he had given his sister was over, Jon had made his way back to his chambers to get ready for the trial. He had offered Arya a room to stay in for the time being before they would return back to Meereen. It wasn't much, but he knew she was appreciative of it. A part of him still couldn't believe Sansa had written that letter to Arya.

And what worried him more is that they regularly knew they were there. Both of them. They just chose not to attack out of false thinking. That Daenerys was scared.

Well, it was slightly right. Daenerys was scared to take over Westeros again – he could tell that much from this morning's conversation – but he knew a part of him wasn't. After that letter, he almost wanted to fly over there and just take it himself. But that wasn't him. That had never been him. So he pushed those feelings down.

As he walked back towards his room, Jon stopped short when he saw Daenerys in Dan's chambers, speaking with her softly. His brow furrows as he quietly knocks on the door, causing the two of them to look up.

"Are my two girls alright?"

Daenerys shares a look with Dan, who was quiet. "Your daughter just told me something that I think you should know."

Jon raises an eyebrow before walking over to where she sat. "Alright…what happened to Eleana?" he asks Daenerys.

"I sent her off to speak with the other handmaidens, have them teach the braids she had learned," Daenerys states. "Dan pulled me aside to speak with me and I think you should hear it as well – you would probably understand it more than I would."

He turns his gaze to his daughter. "What is it, Dan?"

She bites her lip and glances at the ground, before letting out a deep breath. "I want to change my name." It was so quick. If someone hadn't been right there, they might not have heard it. But Jon did, crystal clear. And he was shocked silent for a moment. She was staring up at him, waiting for some kind of response. After a moment, he clears his throat and furrows his brow again.

"And…why would that be? Dan is a beautiful name."

"Father," she starts, and he could tell by the tone of her voice she felt passionate about what she said. "I…I do love my name. I think it's unique. I know you named me 'Dany' after mother but Dan has always and will be the name people call me…but I was thinking about the future. When we start to take over places."

"And what does your name have to do with that?" he asks her, chuckling.

"It doesn't instill fear – or sound like it should even be remotely related to Valyrian," Dan states, her voice rather blunt. "I mean, listen to mother's name – 'Daenerys Targaryen.' Just saying that you can feel the power. I can even feel it when I saw Daemon's name. Hell, even the Galeron's. But Dan Targaryen? I don't know how people can take me seriously in the future if they know me completely by that…I do love my name but I think I need something in the background…something more fulfilling. That people will know me by."

Jon shares a look with Daenerys, who seemed just as surprised as him. "She brought it up to me," Dany states, chuckling.

"And what would this name be?" he asks Dan, finally looking back to her.

"Daenesa," Dan states, her lips turning upwards into a smile. "I know mother and you mentioned a long time ago another name, Dyeana, and while the name felt right…it didn't feel good for me. Maybe for another person but, I never felt that it truly fit who I was. Zaevar actually mentioned this name to me-"

"Gods, Zaevar," Jon mutters, shaking his head. If he wasn't careful in the future he was going to have to keep an eye on that boy.

But Dan only shakes her head. "Stop, I've told you, it's not like that," she chuckles. "But he told me that maybe if I wanted to, my close friends and family could call me Dan, that way I still keep my original name from my loving father, but when I'm addressed – like how mother is with all her titles – I can be known as Daenesa Targaryen – first of her name."

Jon looks to where Daenerys sat again. "And you're alright with this?"

"I'm alright with whatever makes my daughter happy," Daenerys says honestly. "And I think Daenesa is just as beautiful of a name."

Jon sighs and looks at his daughter. "I know that when I named you it wasn't…original. I was going through a lot. But the name just stuck…but, if you do wish to be called that for titles and things like that, I'm sure myself, your mother and the rest of this kingdom will be happy to oblige. As long as we still get to call you Dan."

"I wouldn't want it any other way," Dan says with a smile, looking up at them. She hugs her mother first before moving her arms over to her father. "I know it's strange but…I just wanted to feel more like a Targaryen. And I think this will do it."

"I'm happy you want to embrace your heritage so much," Daenerys says with a soft smile. "You should go and tell your brother about your new name before he gets confused."

Dan chuckles and nods. "Okay." She stands and turns to them. "Thank you two…for being understanding. Truly. I mean….I know father's name is Aegon and he doesn't go by it, so I decided to do that too. Have a name for the title's sake and then…be powerful from that, I guess. Be more…Targaryen."

"The power of your name doesn't change what blood or what family you have in you, Dan," Jon states, chuckling a bit. "You're right…my name is Aegon, but I choose not to go by it. We all have a choice. No matter what you're called, you're still always going to be a Targaryen, but if this is your choice, then we can help you along with it."

Dan smiles brightly. "Thank you two so much." She lets out a deep sigh before nodding. "I suppose I should go get ready for the trial then with Mae and the others?" Both parents nod. They had pushed it off enough at this point. "I'm sorry for keeping you."

"Don't be sorry. You're our daughter. Nothing is too important that can overtake you," Daenerys says with a smile before pushing her gently towards the door. "Now go before we're any later than we will be. You can go to Mae's chambers to get ready. I'm sure she has your dress ready."

Dan giggles at the idea and nods, racing out of the room to go be with her friend. Once she was gone, Daenerys let out a soft sigh before turning to Jon.

"She's going to be a rebel. I can almost feel it," she states, causing Jon to groan. "We're going to have to look out for her."

"I know," he mutters before looking back at Dany. "At least the name she chose was nice. I could see Daenesa for her."

"Me too," Daenerys chuckles before leaning her head against his shoulder. It was quiet between the two, comfortable, a silence that was needed, and Jon watches out of the corner of his eye as Daenerys rests a hand gently against her flat stomach. "Maybe Dyeana can be used for a future child," she points out, looking up at him finally. "If…it ever happens."

"And it will," he reassures her, grabbing her hands in his. He hated talking about this. He knew that it was a serious weight on Daenerys' mind how nothing had seemed to be working, but he always just had to keep reminding her to have faith. "We don't need to worry about this now. What we need to focus on is the safety of our citizens…and that includes getting rid of the scum that sits below us."

Daenerys swallows and nods, standing up finally. "Are all the dragonlords in the throne room? And as many commoners as we could fit?"

"I checked before coming back here. Yes."

"Good," Daenerys mutters before looking back at him. "How is Arya? Is everything alright? She seemed intent on getting you alone. Did it have something to do with me?"

For a moment, he considered telling her everything, about the letter, about what Sansa had said, but he knew that was the last thing she needed on her mind. When they were ready, he would tell her personally.

"Nothing too bad," he states after a moment. "She did reveal to me though that she was seeing someone."

Daenerys' brow furrows. "Do not tell me it's one of my guards."

"No," he chuckles before taking her hands in his. "It's Gendry fucking Baratheon."

"Good gods," Daenerys exclaims, clearly shocked. "How – wait, when did this happen? How did they see each other again?"

"It's a long story," Jon chuckles, leading her out of their daughter's room to go and get ready for this trial. "But, uh…you should know that he's in Meereen."

"He's what?!"

Jon feels himself laugh at his lover's reaction, but she only grips his arm as they walked, asking question after question that he tried to answer but found it quite hard considering it was Arya's story to tell, not his own. And he was sure she would to Daenerys eventually.

But for now, they needed to focus. And that began with getting ready. It was time to bring justice.

---

An hour passed while the king and queen prepared for the trial of Aenar and Saeresa Galeron. Before he could join the rest of his family, however, he realized that someone was missing from the group of children at the front of the throne room.

Nesara.

His brow furrows as he looks for the little girl, almost thinking she might be in the kitchen eating away at a meal or something like that but finds nothing. Daenerys comes over to him while the room chattered away, but she seemed slightly concerned as well.

"Have you seen Nesy?" she asks him, her voice laced with worry.

"No. I thought she would be with Daemon."

"I already asked him and he said that she wanted to draw in her room, but I went to check on her before and she wasn't there," Daenerys explains.

Jon bites his lip and glances at the doors before turning to her. "Go up there and prepare everyone. I'll be back in a little bit. I'm going to go look for her." Before he could leave, a voice calls out to him.

"Where are you going?" Arya asks as she appeared around the corner, Eleana at her heels with what looked like a book about the history of Valyria. Jon sighs and turns to his sister.

"Nesara – the little girl from before – usually she's with the other children but we can't find her. Daenerys already checked her room, so I'm going to look around."

"I'll come with you." Jon raises an eyebrow and she shrugs. "What? After how you told me those parents treated those children, I'd be afraid of what's happening too." Jon looks to Daenerys, who urges him to leave.

"Whether Arya is there or not, she has to be found. Eleana can stay with me near the front." She grabs the girl's arm, but before she leaves, she turns to Arya. "You and I need to have a serious talk about who you invite to the pyramid, Stark."

Arya's cheeks turn a dark red from embarrassment, but she nods her head. "Yes, Daenerys," she mutters, causing Eleana to chuckle as Daenerys shakes her own head, taking her handmaiden into the throne room. Once they were inside, Arya turns to Jon, an angry look on her face. "You told her already?!"

"Why wouldn't I tell her? She's the ruler of Meereen, Arya," he chuckles a bit. "She deserves to know who's staying in her pyramid. I know you trust Gendry – and to an extent, I do too – but Daenerys doesn't know him as well, and to us, everyone in Westeros is an enemy until they can prove themselves trustworthy. You should have been expecting this, honestly."

Arya sighs and nods. "I know…just didn't think I'd have to face it so soon. Either way, where are we going first? Time to find a little girl."

Jon sighs and nods. "Alright. Let's start out with the other chambers."

---

They had practically searched the whole entire castle when Jon started to grow worried. They hadn't found Nesara playing anywhere, eating anything, or even taking a rest in one of the lounges the structure had. He had checked Stormrider, Zaevar's dragon – which he had found out Nesara liked to ride on with her brother – and he was sleeping, so she wasn't out flying. There didn't seem to be any trace of her. Anywhere.

But, just like the light in the darkness that shined when nothing else would, Arya came up to him with what looked like a piece of parchment in her hands.

"I found this after the second sweep of Nesara's chambers. It was hidden under her pillow…seems to be a note."

Jon's brow furrows as he takes it from her hands, looking down at the writing. Instantly, he could feel his pent-up rage building quickly within him.

'Our dear Nesy,

Come down to the dungeons. We want to apologize for what we've done.

Your parents.'

"I'm going to fucking kill them," he growls, crunching up the note, but Arya quickly takes it from his hands, placing it in her pocket. "They're trying to use her innocence against herself. They know she's young, that she would follow them. Fuck. We have to go to the dungeons, now!"

Jon rushes down the hallway, with Arya not that far behind him. He snaps at three guards, pushing them along to come with them through the stairs and the entranceways into the smaller areas of the castle, where the dungeons would be sitting. It took them only a couple of minutes to race down to the bottom of the castle, where he could hear little voices being spoken.

He quickly holds up his hand, signaling the guards and Arya herself to stop. They do so, and Jon leans forward around the corner, the musty, old and damp smell of the dungeon creeping up his nostrils, filling him with even more hatred for the ones that sat behind these bars.

"We never meant to hurt you, Nesy," he hears Saeresa whisper to her. "We were only…angry. We just wanted to be free of the world we lived in."

He doesn't hear Nesara respond, but two little footsteps echoed throughout the empty hall. "Then…why did he beat me? I didn't do anything wrong…I know I didn't!"

"Because you went against his orders," the queen continues. Jon looks around the corner and sees Saeresa clinging onto the bars of the cage. "Any parent would do the same. It doesn't change how we feel about you."

Nesara stares at her, taking another several steps back. For a little girl, she had seen too much. "No…no, parents aren't like that."

"What makes you think-"

"Dan went flying off on a dragon," Nesara states, her arms crossing against her chest. "Against Jon's will, but he didn't hurt her. He talked with her! He didn't…beat her! He didn't whip her! He loved her…like you were supposed to love me…"

"We do love you," Saeresa hisses to her. "The sooner you realize that, the better. You can help us get out of these cages, and we can start being your mama and papa again." Those fucking cunts. They were trying to convince her to let them go.

"No." Nesara's voice was instant.

"No?" Saeresa questions, her voice growing hard.

"No…you aren't my mama and papa…Jon and Dany are!" she cries.

Jon feels his heartstrings pull. On normal circumstances that would make him smile, but here, all he felt was fear for the little girl and what they were saying to her.

"Don't you dare say those bastard's names!" Aenar suddenly snarls from his cage, standing up. Nesara turns around at his angry voice, fear in her eyes. "They've never done anything!"

"They saved my home. They saved my brother and my sister. They saved me from you. I don't want to be a Galeron anymore. I want to be a Targaryen!"

Suddenly, Aenar reaches out of the bars of the cage, grabbing the little girl by the neck and lifting her up, choking her. Jon instantly runs into the room, grabbing his sword, rage piling through him. Arya kept close, her hand at her sword as well, but before he could cut the head off of Aenar, he stopped short as the mad king suddenly dropped the child to the ground.

But Jon stared as Nesara moved her hands directly at Aenar, and the man started to clutch at his neck. His face began to turn purple. Blood started to pour from his nose. His body began to shake and freeze.

Jon looked over at Nesara and saw the little girl glaring at the man, chanting something under her breath. Only then does he realize what she was doing.

She was using blood sorcery.

He drops his sword and runs over to her, effectively distracting her, and Aenar falls to the ground, gasping for air.

"Nesy," Jon breathes, pulling the little girl up from the ground and into his arms. Only now could he see her tears in the darkness of the dungeons. She was crying.

"I'm sorry," she sobs, and Jon shakes his head, letting her bury her head in his neck.

He rubs her back gently, shushing her quietly while sharing a look with Arya, who seemed completely shocked at the very idea of what had happened. After a moment, he turns his gaze back to the two of them, his eyes narrowed and filled with hate.

"How dare you!" Jon snarls, walking up to Saeresa. "Try to convince your own child to let you free…you'd honestly expect her to do that for you when you nearly killed her?!"

"She's a child," Saeresa says simply, staring up at him, her voice barely above a whisper, a croak, almost. "She can be easily manipulated. All children can."

Jon stares at her, feeling himself take a step back. There was something in her eyes, something that seemed so familiar. He always knew that Saeresa had been the brains behind any operation that Valyria had before then. There was no way with the rage that Aenar had that he came up with that whole entire plan to burn Valyria down and start anew. He always knew that was Saeresa.

But looking at her now, with all of her hair burnt off permanently from the lava, scars along her face, and her eyes showing nothing but disgrace and hauntings, there was something unhinged about her. Jon had never felt bad for what he did to Saeresa and Aenar. They both deserved to rot, for what Saeresa wanted to do to her people, and for what Aenar did to his children, but only then, did he feel slightly bad for her.

She had lost everything because of their arrival – for good purpose – but now, she was a shell, a hollowed shell, and she had tried to use the one last good thing in her life to somehow let them out and give them hope. But he knew Nesara was smarter than that. She may be little, but she was mighty.

And apparently, a blood sorcerer like Daemon.

He shakes his head and steps back, glaring down at Saeresa. "Not my children. Not a Targaryen." He feels Nesara sniffle when he says that, but she only clings onto him closer.

Saeresa says nothing to that, just leans back where she sat on the cold, stone ground. Jon turns to the guards and snaps at them, gesturing them to come over.

"Bring the captives to the main floor. Have them ready to go when I return."

The guards nod, two going into Aenar's cage, who was now thrashing against their restraints and yelling expletives at his daughter for nearly killing him. But one they had him secure, they practically dragged him out of the dungeon, his yelling echoing off the walls. Two guards come into Saeresa's cage, but she does not fight them. Instead, she stands and holds out her hands, to which they place chains around them.

Saeresa stares down at the ground as they walk towards the door. "You know," she starts as she walks with the guard, turning her head to Jon. "You say your wife is the breaker of chains. These chains seem pretty secure."

"She's the breaker of chains for the innocents. And you are not innocent," Jon snarls before turning to where the guards were standing with Saeresa. "Take her away."

The guards do as they're told, and Saeresa throws Jon a look of pure loathing before her face disappears behind the stone walls, while her footsteps bounce off of them. He turns to Arya, who was still standing shocked. She turns her gaze back to Jon. "What…what just-"

"This stays a secret," he instantly states, turning to her. "What Nesara just did is something that very few people in the world can do. Daemon can do this as well."

"D…Daemon can cause people to seize?!" Arya asks, her brow furrowed in shock.

"I…I don't know what Daemon – and now, Nesy – are capable of. For now, we keep this to ourselves. I will tell Daenerys once the trial is over. You go up and tell her that I found Nesara and that I'm going to get her prepared for the trial. Do not mention what happened. That will be for me to bring up to her during the trial – another way to catch them in their lies."

"Jon…" Arya states, staring at Nesy, who was cuddled into Jon's chest.

"Arya, I know this is strange. I know all of this is new and you don't know how to react, but if you trust me, you know I'm doing the right thing. Do you trust me?"

Arya looks back to him and sighs. "Of course I do…it just shocked me is all. I've never seen…anything like that."

"Neither have I…but for now, just keep it to yourself. It's a secret for another time. Now go up. I'll see you in a bit." Arya nods, sparing one last glance at Nesara before heading towards the stairs.

Jon waits until he hears the door close to the dungeon before he looks over at Nesara. She still had tear streaks coming down her cheeks and her eyes were puffy from crying, but he couldn't get that image out of his head. Of Aenar gasping for air, his life leaving him, because of little Nesy.

"We…need to talk," he says gently to the girl. And after a second, Nesara swallows and nods. Quietly, Jon takes the girl tighter into his arms, and brings her to the stairs, letting out a deep sigh. Why is it that when one thing seemed to go completely normally, there was always some sort of situation thrown in the middle of it?

That had just become his life, he supposed.

---

When he brought Nesara up to her chambers, he couldn't help but notice how she continued to cry. She hadn't stopped since they had left the dungeons, and he wondered if it was how she felt because of her parents or something else. Regardless, when he lowered her onto her bed, he was wiping at her cheeks, trying to stop her sobbing.

"Nesara, calm down," he says to her soothingly, feeling her body shake as she cried. "It's alright, you're here in your room. You're not down there."

"I'm sorry," she cries. "I'm so sorry…please don't hurt me…"

Jon's expression turns to horror as he places his hands gently on the girl's cheeks. "What in the world are you sorry for? I would never harm you."

"I…I shouldn't have listened to the note. I shouldn't have gone down there…I know how bad they are but…but I…I thought maybe…I'm such an idiot…"

Jon sighs and shakes his head. "Nesara, please stop crying," he implores her, wiping away her tears. "Just look at me." Nesara swallows and nods, trying to calm herself down, before her big eyes look up at him. "While I do agree that you shouldn't have gone down there…I'm not going to berate you for doing so. They were your family at some point, and I'm sure a part of you holds onto that…but you know that they aren't good people. That they won't take care of you. It was a lesson that needed to be learned."

Nesara looks at the ground and bites her lip, still sniffling. "I…I feel safe with you, and Dany," she says softly, moving her eyes back to his. "And what they did…it was scary. They could have killed anyone in that cave…me included. But…I just…I wanted to feel like…they might have changed…but I guess they're never going to."

"Some people have just become like that, Nesy," Jon says gently to her. "Some people refuse to change who they are because they're so…lost in it. Your parents were like that…but you know that now, you're going to have a family that you never had. You have us."

Nesara smiles a bit and nods. "And I'm happy about that…I just didn't know whether to believe the note or not."

Jon smiles a bit before helping her stand. "I see you got into your dress but your hair is a mess. Come on." He holds her hand and guides her over to where her little vanity was that handmaidens used to help the young princess get ready. "I'm not Daenerys but I've gotten better since Meereen. Might as well try with you."

Nesara smiles and nods, as he grabs a brush and starts to gently comb through the girl's hair. There was something almost peaceful about this, him taking care of her. He had done this for years with Dan the best he could, but that was a different world now. But Nesara had been so sweet to him from the start. The least he could do was take care of her.

While the brush moved freely through the locks, it was only when he started to do the braids that Daenerys had taught him to do did Nesara speak. Her reflection caught his in the mirror. "Is…is it okay to be happy that they were locked up for so long?"

Jon lets out a quiet breath and nods. "Of course it is, Nesy. They did horrible things to you and your siblings, as well as the commoners here. They were bad people. They deserved to be in cages." He tightens the hair around her and ties the strands of braids together, watching her quietly.

"Is…is it bad that I…even after that, I…I almost killed him." She turns her head to look at him once he was done, her brow furrowed. "I almost choked him with…this power. But I…they hurt Daemon. They hurt me. They hurt my family and I…I want to see them…hurt, too. Does that make me bad? Does that make me as bad as them?"

Jon sighs and shakes his head, resting his hands against the little girl's shoulders. "No. I'm sure you, your siblings, and everyone else in Valyria wishes for the same thing right now. You are not alone. This doesn't make you a monster. You need to believe me on that. They are going to pay for what they did."

Nesy nods her head, listening to what he said. "And they're…they're going to die? Like Daemon?"

Jon sighs and glances at the ground. "If all goes according to plan, they'll stay dead. And they won't ever harm you or your siblings again." He brushes away a stray piece of her blonde hair, resting it on her ears. "I know no amount of love and affection can change what you and my son went through, but I want you to know that no matter what, Daenerys and I are going to make sure you have the best life, away from the horrors of your past. And nothing is going to change that."

Nesara smiles a bit and then lets her tiny hands drop into his. "I know…that's why I'm happy to call you my papa now."

Jon feels a grin come onto his face but hides it in a hug, letting her disappear practically in his arms. She had no idea how amazing it was to hear her say that. But when he lets out a soft breath and pulls back, he remembers what happened in the dungeon. With what she did.

"Nesara…how long have you been able to…use blood magic?"

"Um…I told Daemon I started doing it a few years ago. I don't know how long I've really had it."

"So Daemon does know about this?" he asks softly, looking at her. Nesara nods.

"He was the only one I felt comfortable sharing it with…I used it to get his blood flowing again to bring him back in the cave," she admits quietly.

Jon nods, listening to every word she said. "How did you do that with Aenar?"

"Oh, that's easy," Nesara states. "With blood magic, you can control the movement of blood within a person's body. Do you know when you, um…get those tingly's in your leg when it falls asleep?" Jon nods. "That's what I can do, except I can spread that everywhere. It makes it hard to walk or do anything. It sort of…freezes whoever it happens to. I, um…never did it on a person until today, because I never felt…scared like that. Only on animals in the past – I never tried to…harm them like I did to…to Aenar. I always let them go. I didn't know how to handle what I was given."

"And…and his face. His blood was coming out of his nose…how did you do that?"

Nesara bites her lip and then shrugs. "I don't know about that…I looked at his throat and his face and just thought of what I could do to stop him…but I didn't think anything like that could come from it."

Jon stares down at Nesara, letting her words sink in. If Nesara could do this then Daemon definitely could. And if he could learn what Nesara knew…there was no telling what he would be able to do.

"And…your healing. You've been able to do that as well at the same time?"

"Yeah," Nesara answers. "If anything, it helps more because then if blood is coming out of someone, who can use both powers to keep it back in…I never understood why red priests don't teach it more. They say it's dangerous."

"Well…there's a lot of secrets and darkness within blood sorcery," Jon says to her gently. "A lot we don't know. I think for now…let's just keep this a secret between you and me – and apparently Daemon. How long has he known?"

"Not that long. Maybe a day or two," she states softly. "I didn't feel comfortable telling anyone until now."

Jon wraps an arm around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. "I'm glad you shared that with me – even if I saw it. I should have stopped Aenar from hurting you. I was just too…stunned to do anything. I couldn't believe they were trying to do that."

"It's okay." And then a big, goofy smile spreads across the girl's cheeks. "I think I'm learning to be an adult, right? To handle myself?"

Jon snorts and shakes his head. "I don't want you to be an adult. Don't grow up too quickly." He hugs the girl again, but before he could say anything else, the door suddenly opens. He pulls away from the girl to see a mildly annoyed Daenerys at how long he was taking, but the look gets overtaken when she sees Nesara.

"Oh, look at you," she praises, rushing over to the little girl. "You look beautiful. Who did your hair?"

Nesara smiles and looks over at Jon. "…papa."

A warmth so strong spread through Jon's chest when he heard her say that. He had been so used to just Dan and Daemon for so long, and as much as he loved his children more than anything in this world, it was nice to have a younger girl again. Dan was growing up more and more each day, and he loved to watch it, but at the same time, Nesara had filled a spot he didn't know was empty.

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at the statement, however. "Oh, did he? Wow. It actually looks great." She throws him a look of appreciation, one that said 'good job!' And he felt it. "I'll have to start asking him to do my hair next."

"Oh, gods no," Jon mutters. "I'm not a handmaiden, I know how to do one hairstyle, not the art that's done on the back of your head."

Daenerys chuckles before looking down at the little girl. "Where were you? Arya said you popped out of nowhere. What happened?"

Nesara bites her lip and shrugs. "I didn't want to go to the trial for a little bit. But I'm ready now!" Good. Nesara was quick on her feet. She was a little girl so Dany would believe that – at least for the time being.

Daenerys sighs and shrugs before standing. "Alright…then head to the throne room to be with your siblings."

She pushes Nesara gently out of the room, watching as she runs down the halls to reunite with her family. As soon as the little girl was out of sight, Daenerys turns to Jon with a raised eyebrow.

"What actually happened, Jon?"

"Wh…what do you mean?'

"She 'popped' out of nowhere? We both know Nesara isn't like that. She's followed our every move for the last couple of months. What happened?" Jon sighs. Alright. He knew Daenerys was too smart for this. But he still didn't think right now was the best time to tell her what he saw.

"Something did happen," he admits quietly to her. "But right now isn't a good time. We can talk about this later on, with our children…it's something they need to hear as well."

Daenerys watches him for a moment before letting her arms drop to her sides. "Is she okay?"

"She's perfectly fine. You saw her running." He wraps an arm around her, guiding her out of the room. "I'll tell you everything, but right now, we have been pushing this off for I don't even know how long. We have to do this, regardless of thoughts of actions. They're deserving of this…believe me."

Daenerys nods her head, grabbing his hand in hers as they walked down. Once they were outside the entrance of the throne room, she looks up at him. "Are you ready to bring justice?" she asks him.

He squeezes her hand tightly. No matter what would happen, they would get through this. "I've never been more ready."

"Then let us rain fire down on them," Daenerys responds, before nodding to a guard. "Open the doors."

Two giant bronze doors swing to their entrance, letting light into the dark room before entering into the throne room, as hundreds of eyes looked directly to them, including their very own children sitting at the very front.

Together, they walk in, hand in hand as king and queen, as the bells rang outside of their castle, signaling the start of what would be the beginning of the end for the forsaken monarchs of Valyria.

The trial had begun.

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Next chapter there will be vengeance and angst and less fluff I promise lol I've been feeling emotional lately so I guess fluff has been coming easier XD

There were two questions I received in the last reviews I wanted to answer super quickly. To DirtyCat: I know they could attack now if they wanted to, but because there's so much going on in their lives with the trial, I'm deciding to have them wait a little bit because I've noticed that whenever someone on the show or in the books has multiple goals they end up failing at least one so they aren't focused enough. I'm trying to make them good rulers haha but in the future trust me that Westeros conquer trip will happen.

To Herradious: Yes, all of the Valyrian's speak the common tongue, but have a master class in Valyrian as well - considering it is their mother tongue.

If you guys ever have any other questions don't be afraid to ask! I've been loving building this lore and I hope we can keep it going. I've also been thinking of changing the name to this story to maybe 'Reign of the Dragons'? But I wouldn't want you guys to suddenly forget about it if I change it haha what do you think of that title?

As always, love it? Hate it? Want to send in the Ramsey's dogs to eat me because it's so bad? (ouch that sounds like it would hurt). Let me know in the reviews, as they always keep me writing and getting out these chapters as quickly as possible for you guys. I've really been enjoying writing again for the first time in a long time and your feedback helps me so much, so thank you for your continued support, you awesome people! 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 have an awesome day! Wash your hands and stay healthy!