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Jon

To say Jon was shocked would be an understatement.

In fact, he would go so far as to say this was the understatement of the century.

Staring at the two men in front of him, there were so many emotions raging through him that he felt his head was going to implode. Was it only a couple of minutes ago that he was holding Daenerys' hand? Saying it was going to be a great day for them? And yet, here they were. Completely and utterly floored.

And there he stood, the very man that had aided in them getting betrayed.

He didn't know how to react at first. But once he started to realize exactly what was going on, he felt something start to surge through him. Not at Davos, but at the dwarf, the man that he had thought he could trust. Davos had never had any part in this – at least as far as Jon knew. But Tyrion…he had every part.

Jon looks over at Daenerys and could practically see her take several steps back, not even seemingly wanting to see the man in front of her. Arya had gone to her side, and from what Jon could see, she was whispering something in the woman's ears, trying to calm her down. His eyes then turned to many of his council members, most of which seemed to be either shocked or confused that there was someone from Westeros here.

And then, Magar comes to his side, his eyes trained on the two visitors.

"My king," he says quietly to him. "What is it that you wish me to do with them?"

Jon looks at the pair, trying to make sense of the emotions that were soaring through his body right now before he settles on one: anger.

"Let the older man come to us…and take the dwarf to the dungeons."

It didn't even seem like Davos was shocked at that outcome, as he steps away while two guards come over to Tyrion's sides, shackling his hands behind his back. "Please," Tyrion pleads, looking up at Jon as he's walked past him. "We came here with the best intentions. Not to harm you."

Jon stares at the dwarf and raises a hand for the guards to stop. He leans down to his height, his voice low. "If you think that even if you did come here with the 'best intentions' that I or Daenerys is going to let you live, you've gotten the wrong idea." He could see the fear paste itself all over the dwarf's face, while Jon leans back upwards, looking back at Magar. "Take him."

The guard nods and leads the man away without another word. Once Tyrion was out of his sight, and behind pillars that lead to the castle, Jon lets out a low sigh and turns his eyes to look at Davos, who was now standing on the docks, his boat having been pulled into the water.

"While I expected you to lock him up," Davos starts. "I didn't think that it would be that quickly. Or without more rage."

"I…don't even know how to respond to all of this," Jon admits gently, looking over at Daenerys. "We weren't told about a ship coming here at all. We…today was supposed to be different."

"Your whole life was supposed to be different," Davos points out. To which Jon couldn't help but agree.

Jon looks over to Daenerys and grabs her hand, trying to reassure her that he was still there. Just because Tyrion had shown up didn't mean that their lives were over. It was just some stupid coincidence. It had to be.

He looks over at Arya and Taevar, who had been waiting for a command. "Taevar, this is Ser Davos Seaworth…he was my hand when I was King in the North." He pulls the other man forward. "Ser Davos, this is my current hand, Taevar. He's been with the dragonlords for years now."

Davos smiles brightly and shakes the man's hand. "It's good to meet you. I'd hope you're giving him the best advice to run this empire you have going here."

Taevar chuckles a bit. "Trust me, after hundreds of years trapped in a bubble, you start to learn how the people work so well." He looks over at Jon. "What is it that you wish for us to do? Continue with the plans we have set forward?"

Jon looks over at Daenerys, who had still stayed completely silent. He walks to her side and lets his hands rest against her cheeks. "What is it that you want, Dany? What do you want us to do?"

She looks up at him, and for the first time in forever, he sees true worry in her eyes. Fear. Anger. Rage. Confusion. All at once. It made him angry that he knew the exact person that had caused that. And now, he knew it would be with her for the rest of the day. It worried him so for what she might be planning on doing.

Even then, she takes a deep breath and brings a hand up to his own, holding it tightly, before turning her gaze to Taevar. "Tell everyone to proceed with what we had planned. Jon and I will meet with Ser Davos. After that, we will prepare for the ceremony. I'm not going to let some…dwarf ruin this day. Not after everything we have planned. Make sure the delegates from the Free Cities are treated well until then, and that Yara is attended to. I don't know how long we will be at the meeting."

"Yes, my queen," Taevar states, nodding his head and rushing off to bark orders. Daenerys turns her gaze to Arya, reaching over and grabbing her hand.

"I need you to go to the children," she whispers gently to her. "Tell them to stay in the training grounds until our meeting is over. They're going to ask who it is but you can't let them know. Not until we are finished."

Arya nods. "Of course." She squeezes the woman's hand before nodding her head at Ser Davos. "Good to see you again." Davos smiles at the young woman before she races off towards the castle to do her own orders.

Once she was gone, Daenerys turns to Davos, letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry for a lack of response…I don't think I've been that shocked in a long time. Please…we have much to talk about." She gestures to the castle, walking towards the entrance. Jon walks behind Davos, letting the man in front of him look around the surroundings, his eyes wide and in shock at some of the architecture.

Jon had to admit that they had come a long way since he and Daenerys had taken over. While Valyria had always been full of beauty and wonder, it had taken them time to rebuild and improve the homes, while also adding to the already unique style of the city. He knew that anyone that sailed through the canals of Valyria would be shocked and astounded.

"I must say," Davos says softly. "You have turned this world around into something…no one ever thought would be alive again."

"Well…that's what happens when someone who actually cares about their city takes over." Jon walks over to Davos' side now, staring at him as they walked. "I do have to ask before we talk about anything – why is he here?"

Davos sighs. "We can't talk about much out here, but I'll tell you everything inside. Just be patient."

Jon watches him with tired eyes before nodding. "Alright." He turns his head back towards the pathway, following Daenerys into the castle. "Also…I'm not a Snow anymore."

"I know," Davos states with a quiet smile. "Jaehaerys Targaryen. But I always knew you as Jon Snow. Would be hard to suddenly change it." Jon smiles a bit, nodding. He had a point. It did feel strange to suddenly change his name. He could understand why Davos would think that.

Even so, that thought only stayed on his mind for a millisecond, before he remembered who he was talking to. Davos fucking Seaworth. And after years, Tyrion was below them, suddenly in their grasps. What? How did this happen? How did any of this happen?

And as he watched Davos walk into the castle doors, Jon takes a glance behind him, looking over at the already docked Stark boat. And instantly, he felt worry seep into his body.

They arrive at a private chamber not that far after emerging into the castle, and by the time they sit down, Davos looks at both Jon and Daenerys with a pleasant smile, before glancing out into the city below them.

"You two have surely gotten your work in…but I must say, was I interrupting something that you seemed to be planning for? Looks like a big festival was about to take place."

Daenerys exchanges a look with Jon, who shrugs. They might as well tell him because, at the end of the day, he's still there and deserved to know. Daenerys sighs and glances over at Davos. "Jon and I were planning on getting married today. And still are."

Davos brow raises. "You mean to tell me you two weren't already married and yet you're ruling as equals together?"

"It's…a lot more complicated than that," Jon states, walking over to Daenerys' side and taking the seat next to her.

"Well…then tell me the whole story, because I want to know." At Jon's raised eyebrow, Davos waves a hand in dismissal. "Don't give me that look. I was always the biggest supporter of you two back then. I always believed that the world needed good people and you were that. What happened was wrong and I'm happy to see you two back on your feet and doing what you're good at, but I'd love to know how you got there. I only ever heard bits and pieces from the council meeting's in Westeros from Bran's third eye or whatever the fuck he has."

At the mention of Bran, Jon could feel his hair stand on end. He had pushed off thinking about his brother for he didn't know how long at this point due to what they had been going through with Essos, their want to focus on this side of the world. But now with Davos right in front of him…he feared that it was going to have to stray the other way now.

"It started years ago," Jon explains. "I was living beyond the wall with Tormund and the wildlings, and Daenerys had been brought back to life in Meereen. But we both had one of each of our children – she had our son, and I had our daughter."

"Wait…you two have children?"

Jon's brow furrows. "You didn't know that?"

"I knew you two were alive but I never knew you had children. Bran always kept that a secret, I suppose. Good gods, what are their names? May I meet them?"

Jon smiles at the man's excitement. "Soon, but right now we'll just talk…they're names are Daemon and Daenesa," he states, remembering how Dan had wanted to be called that when addressed now. "But the girl likes to be called Dan."

"They already sound lovely," Davos compliments before looking to Daenerys. "But, if I can ask, how did your daughter end up with him?"

"Magic." At Davos' laugh, Daenerys only nods. "No, I'm quite serious. It's truly magic. That is the only way that I can explain how my daughter ended up with Jon because, for a long time, I never would have let my son go near him."

"Oh. Wow."

"Our lives have been full of that," Jon chuckles a bit before looking back at Davos. "But my daughter started to have these dreams of a boy her age, and the urge to go South of the wall. And our son started to have the same dreams as well, only to travel to Westeros. So we both did, and met again in White Harbor."

Davos nods. "I'm…assuming it wasn't great at first."

Daenerys snorts and holds a hand to her mouth. "Are you joking? I wanted to rip this man's head off. I wanted to never see him again. But I could see how Dan and Daemon reacted to each other. And soon enough, Dan was spotted – she looks like me very much so – and I knew she would be in danger of staying in Westeros. So we all traveled to Meereen for her sake."

"It wasn't a good journey," Jon explains gently. "Bran warged into a Leviathan and washed over our ship. We ended up stranded in Volantis, injured, and then had to travel across the Dothraki Sea to somehow get back to Meereen without taking the Demon Road, which we didn't want to take any chances on. Then when we arrived, a horde of Dothraki almost overtook us if not for Dany speaking quickly on who she was. And after that, our children were kidnapped by Bran's men. Dan was stabbed when we found them hidden in an old Dothraki city."

Davos' eyes widen to the size of saucers. "He…he sent men after your children?"

"Well, he sent men after Daenerys," Jon states. "But they found out about the children and thought that would be great as well. We found them and took all of the men out but of course, Bran still found out."

Davos shakes his head in shock. "I can't believe he never told me."

"Well, there are many things 'Bran the Broken' hasn't told anyone," Daenerys states, her eyes glancing at the ground.

Jon reaches under the table and grabs her hand, squeezing it gently. She offers a soft smile of appreciation at his attempt to comfort her, before turning her gaze back to Davos, who was still digesting the new information.

"What happened after that?"

"Kinvara used Drogon to come and save us and took us back to Meereen where Dan was healed and taken care of. And for ages, we stayed in Meereen. At that point, Dany and I had come to trust each other again – you sort of have to when you're stuck traveling together – but we started to grow closer. Dan and Daemon adjusted to each other, and I did to Meereen as well. We even had a festival to celebrate Dan waking up. I have even given Daenerys sword lessons. She's getting better than me."

Daenerys rolls her eyes. "Hardly. But I have been doing incredibly well."

Davos chuckles. "Good. Jon's one of the best swordsmen I have ever worked with. Anyone is lucky to get lessons from him." He looks back at Jon. "But might I ask, how did you end up here?"

"That's because our children are…different," Jon states with a quiet smile. "Very different, in a good way. Many people here are like them."

"Different how?"

"Dan can summon fire," Jon states bluntly, getting it out there as soon as he could. "And Daemon is a healer, like the red priests. But he can also bend blood, which is apparently a form of blood sorcery. It's powers they were given by whatever gods are up there. And apparently, even though Valyria was hidden for hundreds of years, they are masters in this field. So Kinvara guided us here."

Davos stares at him in shock before shaking his head. "Your life can never truly be just normal, can it?"

"Absolutely not," Jon chuckles a bit before looking outside. "When we arrived in Valyria, it was run by this king and queen….horrible people. They wanted to burn down the rest of Valyria and begin a new with supporters. They even stole our children at some point to aid them in this plan. The king…he severely hurt his children – really more than just hurt. Easy to say, we took care of them quite quickly, and the people here wanted us to rule. Ever since then, we have been taking over and making sure Valyria is thriving differently."

"Without slavery," Daenerys adds on quietly. "Without all these horrible things that Valyria used to be known for. We want to be the kind of rulers that people love, and our enemies fear. We want peace for the innocent, and justice for the guilty, and not for people to be traded like some common whore."

"That's a mighty big request living in this world," Davos states. "But it seems you've been doing a damn good job of it lately."

"Right," Jon mutters, looking at Davos quietly. He had left out some key details of this story – mainly how he and Daemon had both been killed, or any other gruesome artifacts that had happened in their lives recently – but he was itching to hear what Davos had to say. "Why are you here, Davos? What made you come here? And how did you even find us? As far as we know, only Yara knows the route to get here."

Davos' brow raises. "Yara Greyjoy knows how to get here?"

"We have a trade deal set with her and the Iron Islands," Daenerys explains. "Apparently, Bran completely destroyed their crops and land, so she came running to Meereen to ask for aid. Little did she know of who we were, and what we had become. Ever since then, we have been shipping her food and supplies while she has been giving us ships for our new traveling system across Slaver's Bay, for people who would wish to travel to new cities, or to come to Valyria."

"Smart idea. Well, if you want to know how I got here, it was sort of luck," Davos explains. "I assumed that the new Valyria was going to be in the same area near the Smoking Sea, so I just set a path for that. Once I got to the area it was only about taking guesses as to where you were. The city is quite hidden. You really have to be searching hard to find it. But don't worry if you're thinking someone followed us. I did regular checks to make sure there were no ships on our tails. I don't know how else they would have tracked us. Something about Bran's power doesn't work so well here."

Jon's brow raises. That was news. He had known that they were trying to figure out a way to keep Bran's head out of their lives. Had the red priests done that and he just didn't know? He'd have to ask.

"And yes…sadly, Bran did do that," Davos continues. "We tried to talk him out of it but he was persistent. Wanted to prove that he was in charge or some shit. I don't even know. I'm not surprised she came here…the Iron Islands have practically tried to separate themselves from Westeros."

"We had her people act as spies," Jon says, causing Davos to raise his brow. "That's why we were shocked that we saw a Stark boat because we hadn't gotten any word from that. And that was about two months ago."

"Ah, that's why," Davos says. "We started to sail about two months ago. It was probably before she returned and sent people to spy on them. We know nothing about what is going on there now."

Jon nods, understanding the reasoning. "That still doesn't explain how you ended up here and what made you come?"

Davos nods gently, biting his lip before turning his gaze back to Jon. "Do you remember when you and Daenerys attacked Meereen? Word of that reached Bran…in fact, I'm sure he even saw it."

"That's what I thought would happen," Jon says softly. "Nothing happened, however."

"I think it's because he recognizes how much power you have now," Davos explains. "He knows that if he tried to pull a fast one on you, it would only end in misery for him because of how many people you have supporting you. However, after we received word of what happened, Tyrion decided to contact the Queen in the North. Sansa Stark."

Instantly, Jon felt his blood run cold at the mention of his former sister. He didn't want to hate her so much, but after everything she had done, all he wanted was to get her out of his head. Even so, he still asks the question that had been on his mind since Davos had come with Tyrion. He hadn't even questioned the dwarf's arrest. "Davos…do you know what they did?"

The silence was deafening. Davos stares at the ground before his eyes turn back to Jon's, heavy with guilt. "Yes. I do. It was because of what I found out that made me come here." He sighs and looks at Daenerys this time. "You do not deserve the treatment that you were given. I know the North has no right to ask for your forgiveness or anyone in Westeros, but please, forgive me. I was under the impression that everything that happened was just…happenin'. I didn't think that someone could have caused that."

Daenerys looks at the man with a pained smile, but she still manages to give his hand a squeeze. "I do not blame you for what happened to Jon and me, Davos. If anything, you've had nothing to do with it."

"How long have you known?" Jon asks Davos, who looks back at him.

"Since Tyrion, Sansa, and Bran discussed in private what you did. I overheard Tyrion talk about it. They've kept it a secret all this time. No one in Westeros knows the truth." As Jon suspected. There's no way they would let out a treasonous scandal like that. "But if you don't mind me asking, how do you personally know about this?"

"Remember Dan? She doesn't just have the power to summon fire…she also has a bit of Bran's power as well." At Davos' confused glance, Jon continues. "She's able to see into the past, very easily. If you give her a book or a scroll or anything like that, she can visibly step into the past. It's a strange gift – another one we suppose the Gods blessed her with – and she hasn't used it in a while, but that's because we haven't had a serious need to since then…maybe because the last time she did so she nearly died."

Davos blinks once, twice, before shaking his head. "What you just fed me there was a lot of information."

Jon chuckles a bit. "I'm sorry. Dan found a scroll that was hidden in the pyramid of Meereen, and through her power, she and Daemon were able to see them plan out the treason right in front of their eyes. And through a vial that they found with the scroll, they saw the moment Varys poisoned Daenerys. They attempted to show it to us afterward but Bran somehow made his way into Dan's mind…nearly killed her. Caused her to seize. She had a blue, strange mark on her arm as if someone had grabbed her inside her own head. She only used her power the last time to show us what we needed to see…and after that she's kept it to herself."

Davos stares at him in shock before shaking his head. "I can't believe it. That's what he was talking about." At Jon's confused glance, Davos elaborates. "I'm sorry for not saying why. Some time ago I heard Bran talking about some child that had hurt him with Tyrion. I didn't know what he could have possibly meant or what child might have hurt him. Now I know."

Jon nods, glad that Davos didn't think he was mad. "But she did show us…and I wasn't the happiest," Jon admits quietly, glancing outside. "I ran off. I almost went straight to Winterfell and burned them to the ground. But I remembered that it was only the nobles that did this. Sansa, Bran, and Tyrion. I didn't want to punish the innocents who lived there – especially knowing that they were suffering."

"Were you the two that sent aid to the North?" Davos asks.

Jon looks over at Daenerys, who smiles a bit sheepishly. "I didn't do it just because of the love of the people," Daenerys admits. "I did it because I could see that people were hurting. I could see that Arya wanted to help, but she didn't want to go back to her sister after finding out what Sansa had done to her brother. So I wanted to help from afar. It's better that they don't know it's us…especially Sansa. She would have my head."

"She wouldn't have anything," Davos snorts. "If you've seen the way her people have been treating her, wanting some sort of…I don't even know, a revolution? She wouldn't be able to scour even close to the men she would need to take you on. The North is falling apart. That food and supplies that you sent will probably be the one thing that saves her behind." He looks over at Jon. "I understand that you probably wouldn't want to help either?"

"I didn't," he admits quietly. "After what happened to us, I didn't want any part in Westeros. I had the idea of reconquering it with Daenerys, but she talked me out of it. In truth, every single time we have lived there, our lives have ended in misery – both literally and physically. We wanted to make sure that even if we did for some reason go back, we would be prepared. And we also wanted to focus on this side of the world first. For better reasons. We're happier here, have a family here…I mean, we have three more children because of finding this place. I would never want to risk that."

Davos smiles at Jon's words, seeing his shoulders relax. "I'm so glad to see that you two are living well," Davos states. "Really. I always thought you two had something special. Took dying to see it."

"Multiple times," Jon mutters before looking over at Dany. "We even have another child on the way."

Davos' brow raises in shock and he lifts his hands up in joy. "Congratulations," he chuckles, causing Daenerys to smile at his kind words. "I'm sure that you two tried for a long time? I mean, I only ever heard bits and pieces from Tyrion but he used to talk about your infertility and heirs and all that."

Daenerys sighs before nodding. "It did take us quite a long time, I'm not going to lie. But now it's finally happening, and I'm so glad. That's why we pushed this wedding forward. Jon had originally proposed right after the siege of Meereen, but we didn't know when we would hold the actual festival. Then we found out about this little boy or girl, and we had to push it forward. We're reclaiming it sort of as a vow ceremony so people will believe we are still married while going through with the actual ceremony. It was Jon's plan."

Davos nods his head, pointing to Jon. "That's a smart idea. Never woulda thought of that." He looks to Jon and the look of pride on his face suddenly changes to one of worry, and he drops his shoulders, slumping in his seat, glancing at the ground. "Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I have ta tell you this before this overwhelming sense of…love and joy overtakes me."

He straightens up and leans forward on the table, making sure to look at Jon as well as Daenerys in the eye. Jon knew that was something he had always liked about Davos. He had treated Daenerys with the same respect that he had treated Jon, even when Jon had refused to bend the knee to her in the beginning. Some people couldn't stand the idea of a woman ruler. With Davos, he hadn't given a shit as long as they cared about the people.

"I told you the reason I came here was that I overheard them talking about this plan of yours, and then forced Tyrion to tell me exactly what happened," Davos explains. "But that wasn't the only reason. The three of them came together to figure out what to do next…because they believe you are going to attack Westeros with your dragons and army."

Daenerys stares at him in shock, while Jon brings a hand to his hair, running it through his curls, his brow furrowed. "Why on earth would they think we would come there? We haven't shown any interest in returning."

"They believe because now that you have multiple dragons, as well as a large army, that you are going to return to claim vengeance on them or something like that. They know that you know. Or at least I believe that they do. To an extent, I do not blame them because of what you two have done in the short time you've been in power – retaking all of those slaver cities is no easy feat. But you did so. And now, they are fearing you are going to do the same thing to them, and burn everything to the ground."

Daenerys sighs and looks over at Jon, who was quiet. He couldn't deny that a part of him had thought about that, because of the pain they had been caused to experience. But again, he didn't want to harm the innocents. He wasn't okay with that, unlike how those four had gone with that plan.

"I'm not going to lie," Jon starts gently, looking at Davos. "I do not like them. I have so much distaste for some of the people of Westeros after what's happened. Even more now after meeting some of the people here. Most of the people here, actually, but I would never stage a coup or a siege where innocent people would be hurt. If they believe that we are truly going to do that, then they have no idea who we've become."

"But you see, that's the issue," Davos confirms for him. "They don't know who you are. For all we know, they could believe both of you have turned mad after what's happened. So that's why they were planning on something a little more…permanent."

Jon's eyes widen as he suddenly stands, gesturing outside. "If they even want to think of taking down this city, I swear to all the gods and below that I will-"

"I know," Davos interrupts, trying to calm him down. "That's why they weren't planning on really going to war with you. They had wanted to do something secret, to somehow separate you and your family so you didn't get to have the full advantage."

Jon lets out a deep breath, trying to calm down the rage that was fueling within him. Do they think they can suddenly come here and try and stop them? Try and stop their empire that they are building? They had another fucking thing coming.

But then he feels a soft hand reach out and take his own, and he looks down to see the concerned eyes of Daenerys, staring up at him. He sighs after a moment before descending down to where she sat. "I'm sorry, Dany…I just can't stand the idea of those fuckers coming here and taking what we love."

"Neither can I, but you can't let your anger take hold of you. That's what they want to happen." She looks back over at Davos with a furrowed brow. "Then why is it that Tyrion is here if he agreed to this?"

"He didn't," Davos explains. "Look, I'm as angry at Tyrion as you are. What he did was despicable. And there was no doubt that he was a horrible hand to you after everything you had gone through. It only leads to loss and heartbreak. But he was adamant about letting you go. On letting this end peacefully. Of not engaging in conflict. He knew that eventually – I know not soon – but eventually, you would somehow come to Westeros, if not for power then for something else, and it's better to work out necessary pleasantries now, while we still can, before someone does something they will regret, namely Westeros."

Davos reaches across the table and grabs Jon's hand in a firm grip.

"I'm not the hugest fan of Westeros that much either anymore," Davos agrees with him. "I have seen the way it has changed. I have seen how nobles take and take until there's nothing left. I have witnessed how selfish people can truly be – especially Sansa, who could only accept food from some 'stranger' across the sea. I wish I could give you the justice both of you deserve for what they have done…but I can't, because there are people there. People who deserve second chances. Innocent people don't need another war. Ones who are still trying to heal from the last one. I don't want more people to grow hurt. I want them to grow strong, like that old Tyrell motto. And two countries – very powerful ones at that – fighting each other is not the answer."

Jon doesn't say anything, letting the words sit with him. He nor Daenerys had been planning on going anywhere near Westeros after what they had been doing recently, especially now with the idea of another child on the way. The last thing he wanted was more conflict. Even so, hearing that the people of Westeros were possibly planning on striking them…that sit differently with him.

But in a way, Davos was right. The people of Westeros were largely poor bystanders who had nothing to do with what happened. They only had to deal with the consequences afterward, and that wasn't right. If they did happen to go to war, he didn't know what kind of devastation that would bring to the already poor country. He didn't want to make it worse than it already was.

At that same time, however, something was stopping him from completely saying no. Something he needed to hear from the dwarf himself.

"I…we're not going to invade," Jon confirms quietly, looking over at Davos. "I don't want to hurt the innocent people as much as you don't. That's not our goal here. That's never been our goal…but I need to speak to him. I have to see Tyrion."

Daenerys' brow raises at his words. "You want to speak to him?"

"I need to hear it from his mouth. I haven't seen him since he told me I was going off to the Wall. And knowing what I know now…I don't know if he meant it in goodwill or not. I must hear what he has to say." He could see the change in tone on Daenerys' face, how she looked to the ground. He reaches over and grabs her hand gently, holding it close. "I promise you, it is not going to change what will happen today. I just need to speak with him."

Daenerys looks up at him, their eyes speaking some sort of connection. It was strange how they had seemed to become one of the other so easily. They always knew what was the issue just by one look at the other. It was something he had never shared with anyone. And judging by the way she looked at him, she understood why he needed to hear it from Tyrion. And maybe at some point, even she did.

After a moment, she sighs, and let's go of his hand. "If you feel the need to do so, do it now…I will show Davos around."

Jon nods and gives her a thankful but small smile, and then turns to look at Davos. "I'll speak with you later on…I'm sure this won't take too long."

Davos nods. "I would only expect you to do so. I'll be with the Queen. Take your time."

Jon turns and heads towards the door, letting out a silent prayer that he didn't let his own rage take over, or any other thoughts. He only wanted to hear what he had to say. Even if he didn't like it.

When Jon arrived down in the dungeons, he could see that most of them had been emptied out at this point. The loyalists that had been around since the end of the last king and queen had proven a change of heart, and both he and Daenerys had let them go back to their families under supervision, of course.

In fact, everything felt empty compared to the cell that was at the end of the room.

He lets out a low breath as he walks towards it. He only then realizes that he wasn't really dressed like a king right now, or anything remotely close considering they had burst in on their first meal of the day. But as his feet approached, closer and closer, Jon could feel that this certain concern was dripping away, being replaced by a new-found emotion, a new concern.

He knew this wouldn't be pretty, but he needed to speak with him.

When he steps outside of the cell door, he could see the dwarf huddled in the corner, his head against the wall, eyes closed. At the sound of Jon's footsteps, he opens his eyes and lets out a sigh. "Glad to see the king had graced me with his presence."

"You have absolutely no right to speak to me like that," Jon snaps at him, causing Tyrion's mouth to close. Jon stares at the cell before taking out the key he had been given by the guard and stepping in. He could instantly see Tyrion still at him entering, but Jon paid it no mind. Once he closes the cell, he looks over at Tyrion. "Do you know what you've done?"

Tyrion was silent, looking at the ground.

"Tyrion. Answer me." His tone left no room for argument. Jon had grown up used to using patience on people, waiting for their response, getting it out of them when they broke. But he had no time for that today, and especially not with his traitor right below him. So, he leans down and grabs the dwarf roughly by the scruff of his shirt, lifting up him and pinning him harshly against the wall. The sharp rock that was behind the small man most-likely pierced his skin, causing him to cry out in pain. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" Tyrion responds, his voice almost pleading. "I know what I did, I know what I did…please just put me down, please."

Jon's eyes narrow at the man's words of need, wanting nothing more than to push him up against the wall again. He could feel every ounce of anger come through him, but with every might of power he had, he pushes it down and drops the dwarf to the floor. He hits the stone with a bang, causing Tyrion to cough before backing up again against the wall – this time slower than before.

"Tell me," Jon growls. "Tell me right now what you did to Daenerys and I. And I don't want you to skip any fucking parts."

Tyrion swallows. Jon could see in the dim light that the man was looking up at him in fear, his eyes moving all over the cell room before landing on Jon. "I…I planned with Bran and Sansa," Tyrion starts, and Jon could easily tell he was trying hard to not have his voice shake. "We planned for Daenerys…to go mad with venom…and for you to kill her out of love. We thought she was going unhinged. We wanted to end her reign before it began."

Jon could feel his blood boiling. Of course, he already knew all of this, but hearing it come from Tyrion's own lips fucked with his already dashed mental state. All he wanted to do was hurt the man for what he had done. Jon had suppressed all of this for so long for the sake of his family, for his people, for her, but what was stopping him right now?

"But I'm not like that now," Tyrion states calmly, to which Jon only laughed, a broken one that echoed off of the walls.

"You think for a second that I am going to care about what you are now?!" he snaps at the man. "What you did was unforgivable. You used me…you used me to kill the love of my life because you didn't believe in her. And you fucked with her own mind! Do you know what she went through all those years? The screams that she had to deal with because you inflicted it on her?! I can't tell you how many times I heard her wake up in pain from the nightmares she was given because of you, you fucking piece of scum!"

His foot came down harder onto the dwarf than he had intended, and sent him flying back into the wall, a groan of pain leaving the man's lips. Jon was breathing heavily, staring down at Tyrion as he looks up at him from where he laid on the ground.

"Please, we didn't come here to harm you or do anything – we only wanted to help and warn you!"

"And why Davos felt he needed to bring you, I'll never fucking know," Jon snarls angrily. Well, he did know. He knew Davos had only brought Tyrion because he needed the dwarf to confirm what he had done to the king and queen, but at the end of the day, that was all Tyrion was good for. A manipulative cunt. "Gods, I can't believe I ever trusted you. You know, you say that Cersei was the evil one, and yet I think I'm staring at one of the worst Lannisters to walk the earth. At least Jaime could fight. Tywin was smart. Cersei was evil, but I always heard she loved her children. But you? What is it that you do, Tyrion?"

He grabs the dwarf again but doesn't lift him up. Instead this time, he pins him down onto the ground, Jon's hands wrapped around the dwarf's neck, keeping him from moving. Tyrion almost seemed like he was gasping for breath, but Jon knew that his grip wasn't that bad. It was only enough to keep him steady.

"Who is the whore of Casterly Rock?" Jon asks him, his grip tightening just slightly. "Once a mastermind, a queen's hand – and now, a pathetic excuse for a human being. Did you ever have good ideas? Tell me."

"I-"

Jon slams his fist into the man's face as hard as he could, blood instantly spurting from his nose and onto the ground. Tyrion yells in pain, his eyes closing, but Jon shakes the man to make sure he was still looking at him.

"Tell me the right answer," he snarls.

Tyrion swallows and stares up at him. "N-No."

"How did they end?" he asks, to no answer. Jon punches him again, hearing Tyrion cry out once more, but still nothing, only blood seeping down the edge of the little man's lips. "Hm…can't remember? I'll remind you." He lands another punch to the side of his nose. "One plan ended in the death of another dragon." Another hit. "One ended in the death of multiple soldiers and Dothraki." This punch lands a sickening *crack* to the dwarf's nose. "Another one ended with her best friend in chains and beheaded." He lands one more punch, seeing Tyrion now practically still, gurgling up blood. The normal sight would make any man cringe in disgust, but to Jon, this felt like a sense of justice, if not just a bit. "And your last plan ended with her…dead on the edge of my sword…using my own head against myself."

He drops Tyrion to the ground again, watching as he spat up blood, trying to stand once more, but Jon wouldn't allow it. He kicked the dwarf so hard that he ended up hitting the wall again, falling to the ground.

"You know, I used to wish I could be in your shoes," Jon states, chuckling bitterly. "I used to think 'he's so smart. He's the smartest man I've ever met and yet somehow, he doesn't let all those comments get to him – because he knows his worth.' But you went with a fool's plan because you were scared. Because you didn't trust change. You didn't trust her."

"Y…you didn't trust her…either."

"I didn't trust her?!" Jon asks, almost laughing. "Are you positively mad?! I trusted Dany with my whole entire being! If it wasn't for her, we all would have been dead! Her dragons as well as her army saved our lives. I bent the knee to her for a reason – because I knew she was a worthy leader, a kind woman, and someone I could believe in to lead people to a new age, regardless of whom she lost. But you threw all of that out of the window."

"You…practically abandoned…her," Tyrion coughs, finally turning his gaze back to Jon. "You weren't there when she marched…her armies south."

"Because I had my own armies to march south," Jon snaps. "I had to deal with my people as well, and we both decided that if we were to travel separately, I needed to be there for the ones I lead – which I regret to this day. I should have been there for her and I will always think that. But I am here for her now. And I'm not only here for her – I rule with her. Something Westeros could have had if you didn't poison her. But now, what does Westeros have? A boy who cares for nothing but himself and people are starving in the streets. That's a better leader than Dany?!"

Tyrion was silent, his body up against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Jon shakes his head in disgust and steps back, staring down at Tyrion.

"And by the way – I did think marching south that quickly was a stupid idea. I knew that her men needed to rest. I knew that she needed to rest too. In a way, it is my fault as well because I should have talked to her. I should have said we needed to stay. Now, Rhaegal is dead because of it, and so is Missandei." Jon lets out a low breath and looks back at the cell door. "But I was going through something. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly you grow up your whole life, thinking you are a bastard, and that you will never be given anything unless earned, and then suddenly you learn you aren't one? And not only that but an heir to a throne you never wanted? Even she understood that which is why we weren't near each other for a while – but you…you used that against me. You all used that against me. To kill her and banish me."

The anger returns. He walks through the pool of blood that had formed from his beating and lifts Tyrion up against the wall once more. The dwarf had no more energy left to fight in him.

"Well, let me tell you this, Lannister," Jon snarls. "My name is no longer Jon Snow, at least to you and your pathetic life. I am Jaehaerys Targaryen, third of my name, and your plans have failed. Let me tell you, you said that, what, 'love is the death of duty?' That's wrong. So wrong. I can have love with Daenerys and serve my duty as a king. There is no middle ground. You've always been so wrong about so many things."

The rage pours through him like lava out of a volcano.

"Everything you thought would happen has not. Daenerys is alive. I am alive. We have children and a kingdom that is expanding more and more each day. We have dragons, and fire mages, and everything that could destroy your land and your lives in seconds. And maybe one day, that's what we have to do." He instantly sees fear appear in the dwarf's eyes. "Burn all you nobleman and that whole fucking country to the ground."

Jon drops Tyrion for a final time, moving back and looking at the blood-covered ground. And now, when he looks at his fist, he saw that it was shaking, and covered in blood and bruises. Jon steps away, going towards the cell door, but Tyrion's voice finally calls out to him.

"P…please…" Jon turns his head to see Tyrion reaching up from where he laid on the ground, his eye swollen shut, his lip bleeding. "I…I know you don't…like Westeros. You have the right not to. Not after what we've done. Not…not after what I've done. What…anyone's done. But please…people are suffering. They don't need war. They are…innocent. I admit it – I was a c-coward, and went with Bran's plan, and didn't think of it, but I felt horrible for the people who were killed…it sickens me to this…day. I don't want a repeat of that…we want peace. We want an agreement…not war."

Jon stares at the dwarf, his fists still shaking from the beating he had given him. He didn't want to harm innocent people. But everything was swarming inside of him, and he could see every piece of shit noble in the eyes of Tyrion, the ones who had spat on him, or Daenerys, or anyone else, thinking they were above them in some way. It was like an inner battle. He hated the nobles – at least the ones who deserved it – but he didn't want to harm the citizens who are hurting.

His hand wraps around the cell door quietly and he steps out, before locking it behind him and walking away. As Jon headed towards the stairs to the dungeon, he could hear Tyrion sobbing in his cell, and only then does he truly realize the magnitude of what he had done. He had beaten the living life out of Tyrion – and it wasn't like he hadn't deserved it, but it felt…good. In a strange way. And that frightened him.

Daenerys

She had never had a full conversation with Davos before, but Daenerys had to admit that the older man was quite funny.

There were many insights that he had on the world that surrounded them, many that ended in silly little funny jokes that reminded her a bit of Jorah. In times like this, she wondered what he would have thought of what she and Jon were doing here.

Yes, she knew Jorah had loved her. She wasn't an idiot. She had always known. But she had never returned those feelings towards him sadly. Jorah had been her closest friend, despite what he had done. He had proved himself over to her after that, and no matter what, had stuck by her side. Often times, she would think what he would have done if he was next to her in King's Landing if the dead hadn't gotten to him first.

He probably still would have tried to stand by her despite the horrible things she had done. Even now, knowing that her madness wasn't even of her own accord, she still felt horrible for what her own hands had caused. She didn't know how, if ever, she could return to Westeros and not have a bounty on her head.

Thinking of Westeros had her mind back to Jon, who had gone down to visit Tyrion in the cells. His eyes had told a different story when he said he had to go down to see the dwarf. As much as she despised what the man had done behind their backs, a part of her was nervous to see the outcome. She knew how Jon acted when he was angry.

That part of his Targaryen side had taken over recently. Was she scared of it? Absolutely not, because she knew how he was normally. He was loving, sweet, respectful, a kind king. But when someone crossed him? She could see how his demeanor changed instantly. And she knew that it wouldn't be great knowing he was face-to-face with one of the people who had planned against them.

"He's going to be okay." The voice breaks her from her thoughts as she looks over to Davos. She had been guiding him around the castle and had brought him to the gardens, where her mind must have drifted off to. At her questioning glance, the old man chuckles. "I can see the way you are thinking. Jon will be alright. He's handled this before."

Daenerys sighs as she glances forward. "I know he has. But he's changed since you've last seen him, Davos. He's had to change to protect himself as well as us. He's not as…calm, I suppose. I know who he is regularly and I love him, but ever since what's happened to our children…our lives, he's turned harder in the face of the enemy."

The two sat at a bench, overlooking a small pond that escaped into a tiny waterfall down to the floor below. "Then isn't that a good thing? That he isn't hesitating?"

Daenerys bites her lip before sighing. "I…I know it is. He's being the dragon I always knew he could be. He's so strong and brave and a leader, the man that I met and fell in love with…if not on a much higher scale. But you need to understand…Jon literally ran away from Meereen when he found out what happened. He was planning on flying to Westeros and burning them to the ground if not for a quick change of heart. I only wonder what he is going to do to Tyrion." She raises an eyebrow at the old man. "I'm surprised that you didn't protest to him seeing the man."

Davos shrugs where he sat. "I told Tyrion on the boat ride here that I wasn't going to stop Jon or yourself from doing whatever you wanted. I knew I could be walking him into a death trap. But I have enough faith in him that he won't end up killing him…at least hopefully."

"But…you know how Jon has dealt with traitors in the past," Daenerys points out. "Back at Castle Black."

Davos sighs. "I know, but that was different. While they were his brothers, half of them Jon always knew would end up betraying him…one was a child, which he felt horrible about, but he still stabbed the man. He had no choice. Also, those men were just that – men. Jon knows of Tyrion's position back at Castle Black and in Westeros in general. He knows that if he suddenly dies across the sea, people will begin to point fingers." He looks over at Daenerys again. "I believe that he'll make the right choice – probably after a few punches or two. Or three."

Daenerys feels herself chuckle a bit before looking back out towards the garden, a comfortable silence coming over the two. Her mind for the first time in hours thinks back to the wedding today. Arya was most likely either still with the children, or with Rhaemon figuring out the security for the event. Eleana was doing final touches on her dress with Vyana. Taevar was most likely working on finishing up the grand hall. Everything seemed to be going to plan, except for her and Jon.

Ah, how life seemed to throw shit into their lives.

"You make him happy, you know," Davos says to her gently after a couple of minutes. "I knew Jon when he just started to take over in the North. When he was suddenly given something after being brought back from the dead – which I still think is fucking mad." Daenerys chuckles a bit but lets him continue. "Even so, I have never seen him happier than when he looks at you. By the gods, it looks like he's a love-struck little boy."

Daenerys laughs, her brow raised. "Really?"

"Oh gods, yes. It's hysterical," Davos chuckles a bit. "Sweet, but funny. I've seen my share of men who have fallen for their women but no one has fallen harder than Jon for you. I knew it from the moment he met you. If I recall, I asked him what he thought about you, and he said 'she has a good heart.' Said back to him I saw him staring at your good heart."

She shakes her head, a smile on her lips. "Was he really?"

"Yes. He was infatuated with you from the moment he saw you," Davos chuckles a bit before looking over at her. "He made the right choice, though. I don't know what I thought of Jon when he first started to lead, but I never thought he would be doing this, helping all these people. You bring out the best in him."

Hearing that from him brought a certain warmness to her that she didn't realize she would have. Davos had always been…unproblematic, she guessed was the right word. He always wanted to help others and try to keep people as safe as possible, and when it didn't seem right, he just didn't do it, no morals or second-guesses or anything like that. And hearing him say that about her made her smile.

"I'd like to think I do," she says softly, looking back out into the crowds below them. "I felt…I don't know, this emptiness when I came to Westeros. I knew what I wanted, and I had worked so hard to get it, to be this close. But something felt missing…finding Jon filled that part that I knew was gone. Once he came into my life, I felt so much more happiness than I had felt in a long, long time."

"And I'm sure it's the same for him as well," Davos adds on, before his glance down at her bump. "And I'm also sure you're quite excited for the future as well."

Daenerys smiles brightly, letting a hand rest on her stomach. "I am. We are. We've tried for a long time…I still can't believe it's happening. Dan and Daemon are going to love having a new sibling, even if they already have three others."

"Right…can you explain everything about them to me?" he asks quietly. "I've always had a special fondness for children after everything that's happened but I'm still confused as to how you two young people have that many children…and also at older ages."

At his interested glance, she does tell him everything, from the beginning. How Dan and Daemon would age quicker than others until they finally met each other. How when they arrived in Valyria, they took the Galeron children under their wing so they would never have to deal with their horrible parents again. How now, they think of them as their own children and are just as much of a Targaryen as the next.

And after some time of magic and words, Davos slowly nods his head, comprehending what she was saying. "You two…have way too much sorcery in your lives."

Daenerys chuckles at his words but nods. "Sometimes I think that as well, but without that, Jon and I would not be here, and neither would the children. It's good, in some ways." She could see the way his eyes shifted down the street, clearly thinking of the red priests and priestesses that he had seen when he came aboard. Daenerys gently reaches over and squeezes his shoulder, causing Davos to look over at her. "Jon has told me how you feel about the Lord of Light religion. I understand why you would."

Davos was quiet, looking at the ground now. "I've just seen…horrible things."

"I know you have," she says reassuringly, letting her hand drop. "And you have every right to think the thoughts you feel, but know that these people are good. There are no children sacrifices, or blood rituals, or anything horrible that takes place in these walls. The red priests and priestesses worship Jon and me – they think of us as their saviors when another Long Night happens, if it does. But they have never given me any reason since I have been here not to trust them."

Davos lets out a long sigh. "It's not my place to say. If you two trust them, then that's your life. As long as I don't have to be a part of it." His brow furrows as he looks back at her. "And what do you mean another Long Night? I thought we defeated the Night King?"

Daenerys sighs. She hadn't really told anyone besides the children and her closest allies the nightmares she had a while ago, or the visions Dan had witnessed. Even what Kinvara had told her and Jon. Really, ever since they had attacked Meereen and began to rule, the worry over that had slowly dripped away, but always remained at the back of her mind. But Davos, he knew exactly what she would be talking about. He had lived through it himself.

So, she tells him everything, like a loading off of worries she had against her chest. It wasn't as if she hadn't told anyone this, but it had been a while since she had even thought about it and now, as her mouth ran about her dreams and nightmares, and the prophecies she had been told, it felt good to speak to someone who understood. And his kind eyes watched her and listened to her with each word.

At the end of her tirade, Davos was quiet. And, after a moment, he reaches over and goes to grab her hand, but stops midway, looking up at her. "May I?" To which she nods. Davos reaches and grabs her hand, holding it tightly. "I will never begin to think of what you and Jon have gone through, with nightmares of what's happened, to what you have lost…but know that if anything like that would ever happen again, you have my sword. I'm not much of a fighter, but I will fight to save the world, as I have before."

Daenerys smiles gratefully at Davos, squeezing his hand. "I appreciate that, Davos. Truly. Thank you." Davos nods and pulls back his hand, looking towards the crowd again. Daenerys intertwines her hands, sitting peacefully until her gaze turns back to him. "Would you like to come to the wedding, Davos?"

And the smile that spread across his face was enough to cause her own to appear. "It would be my honor."

Daenerys squeezes his hand as she looks back out into the crowds. At that moment, however, a soft knock on the garden room doors interrupted her from her thoughts, and both heads turn to see Eleana standing there. Her hair was all over the plane – presumably from running around and making sure everything was perfect – but she still had that same calm expression on her face.

That was something Daenerys admired about Eleana. While many handmaidens that she had met had been quite emotional – almost too emotional to an extent – Eleana reminded her much of Missandei. She offered her input and stayed as calm as possible in situations that needed it. And from the way she was panting, Daenerys assumed that it was serious.

"My queen," she begins. "The king's returned to your chambers but he is requesting you."

Daenerys' brow furrows. "Is he alright?"

"He's…breathing," Eleana states. "He came back to his room while I was preparing it for tonight, and all he requested was that I bring you to him. However, his hands seemed to be covered in blood. I offered to help him clean, but he denied it. He only wants you."

Daenerys sighs and looks back at Davos. "I'm sorry this has to be cut short."

"It's alright. I would only expect it from someone as busy as you two are." Daenerys turns back to Eleana.

"I'll go up to him. If you could do me a favor and bring Davos to meet the children down in the training area, that would be great." She turns back to him and whispers low. "Dan has actually always wanted to meet you. She'll be excited."

Davos' brow raises in surprise. "Me? But I'm nothing."

"Not to her father." Daenerys pulls away and looks to Eleana, who nods. "Afterwards, you may return to your wedding duties."

"Yes, my queen." Eleana walks off, with Davos close behind her. Once they disappear behind the doors, Daenerys lets out another soft sigh and glances up to where their chambers were. Why were Jon's hands covered in blood? And why did he want to see her? Did he get information out of Tyrion? Or…or was he just in some sort of place?

Either way, she wasn't going to get any answers just sitting here, so she pulls her calm expression back onto her face and walks inside, heading up to where they slept.

When Daenerys arrived outside of their chambers, she could see that the door was slightly opened. She peeks inside and doesn't see anything thrown or destroyed. The room looked quite like how Eleana had most likely prepped it before Jon had come in. Instead, all she saw was Jon, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the ground.

Daenerys walked over quietly, and only then does she see how bad his hands were. They truly were covered in blood. No longer dripping, most likely, but still coated in a thick casing of the red substance. As she got closer, she realized there were little specks of blood along his face as well, blood that looked like it had splattered against his skin.

Quietly, she walks over to where he stood. "Jon?" she asks, her voice gentle and soft, trying to edge him out of whatever state of mind he was in. She reaches down and grabs his hands in hers despite the blood, and once their fingers were intertwined, he manages to move his eyes and head, looking up to see her again. "Jon, what is it? What's wrong?"

He doesn't say anything. His eyes look away after a moment as well. But, before she could ask anything else, he reaches over and pulls her in for a hug so tight that it had her nearly gasping for air. But it was nothing that she couldn't handle at this point. She feels him bury her face against her dress, right up against her stomach, while his hands interlocked behind her, making sure she was secure. She in turn wraps her own hands around his neck, her fingers gently massaging the back of his curls, doing long motions that she knew relaxed him. And suddenly, after a long moment of silence, she hears it. Soft sobs.

Her brow furrows in confusion at first, wondering what could make this man cry on a day like today, but after a while she begins to softly rub his back, keeping him close to her as he sobbed. His tears started to stain her shirt after a while, and she could feel how damp they were becoming with each cry, but she didn't care. Instead, she holds him close, letting him get out every single ounce of pain he had in him.

A time like this reminded her of when he would comfort her after her nightmares, back in Meereen, before they had gotten back together as a couple. It almost felt like the roles were reversed right now, but in all honesty, she didn't know what it was he could be so upset about.

"It's alright," she whispers to him gently, feeling him start to calm down with his heaving shoulders. Her hands rub slow, smooth movements across the back of his head, trying to calm him, before he finally lets go a moment later, looking up at her with puffy eyes. She brings a hand to his cheek, stroking the skin softly. "What is making you cry like this, my love?" she asks him, her voice low and caring.

Jon lets out a shaky breath, looking at the ground before he moves his gaze back up to her. "Talking with Tyrion…I didn't feel like myself, Dany." He sniffles and glances back at the ground. "I felt like I lost hold of the leash I've kept on myself with this anger I feel at Westeros but looking at him…it only reminded me of all the pain we went through…I even made him confess to me about what he did, but I ended up beating the shit out of him…and it felt good." He looks up at her, tears in his eyes again. "I'm…I'm scared that I might…"

"No," she says instantly, her hands coming to his cheeks to cup his face. "You're not mad. You're never going to be mad. You, of all people, would never walk down that road. You're far too honorable for that."

"But…but what I did was horrible and-"

"And deserved." She moves so that she was sitting next to him on the bed now at equal eyes. "Jon, the beating that you gave Tyrion wasn't like it was unwarranted. He was part of the group that actively planned against us so we would never rule the throne. Getting justice for what they deserved doesn't mean you are going mad."

"It's not just them, Dany," he whispers, looking over at her. "I felt that way when taking down the slave masters and then the king and queen before us, and I…I keep thinking…I don't even know. I just don't want what happened before…to happen again."

"And it won't," she says softly to him. "Jon, look at me." His eyes move back up to hers, and she rests her forehead against his own. "You aren't just Jaehaerys Targaryen. You're Jon, the man whom I love. The father to my children. A ruler to people who adore you. You are not a mad king. The only reason why you find pleasure or satisfaction in what you have done to these people is that they deserved it. They had all done horrible things, some of which can never be forgiven. It's alright to feel that." She strokes his cheek softly and smiles a bit. "You were so caught up in your past ideals when you were at the wall, you've never acted on revenge. This is a new feeling for you. It's strange, and yes, at first, it does feel bad, but once you realize who these people were, and what they had done…it's not as big of a deal as you might say it is."

Jon sighs but nods gently. "I…I only don't want to be remembered that way, you know? I never even wanted a position of power but now that I have it…I want it to be good."

"I know…and that's what I love about you." She presses a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling his body relax under her touch. When she pulls away, she takes his bloodied hands gently in hers and steps back to grab a bucket of water from the bathing chambers. A few moments later she comes back out with a clothe, and goes to bathe his fingers. "What happened down there anyway? What made you beat him?"

Jon glances outside as her nimble fingers cleanse his wounds. "I really don't know," he honestly answers, looking back down at her. "Seeing his face and hearing him talk…it made something in me snap. I kept looking at him and how much he failed you. And then used me against you. And everything else combined…it overwhelmed me. I have a feeling no matter what I would have beaten the living shit out of him."

"Well, I'm not going to be angry at your for hurting him," Daenerys mutters before looking back up at where he sat. "But…Davos did tell us that he did come in peace. It's not like he could do much to harm us, anyway."

Jon sighs. "I know, I know. He said that too. It was just…so much at once. Every emotion I think I could possibly feel came over me. I needed to leave…but he said to me when I was going about how he wants peace for the people of Westeros. They don't need another war. Another famine. Another long night. They want happiness. And clearly, Bran hasn't been giving that to them."

It was quiet between the two, the subtle sounds of water washing away blood making appearances now and then until Dany's voice spoke up. "Do you think he's going to want to make a true alliance? Not just one of peace?"

Jon's brow furrows as he turns to look up at her. "You mean one regarding helping the people instead of just letting them live?" Daenerys nods as she pulls back from his hands, feeling his chest heave with a soft sigh. "I…I don't know. I was thinking about this and the people deserve help. I mean, we are already secretly helping the North, which Davos already knows, but at the same time…I don't know if some of the nobles would ever agree to have help from us."

"Who would turn down help?" Daenerys asks, tone laced with confusion. "Look at the Free Cities – they've been independent for centuries, and yet when they knew they needed the help, they took it and joined the union."

"You don't know the people of Westeros, Dany. I do," he points out. "I grew up there. The people there are a lot more different than the people here. Honestly, at least in Essos, they can understand a problem when it needs to be fixed, and if they are in need of help, they reach out and look for it, hoping to find some aid. But with Westeros, all they want is to be the big heroes and save their own people. I don't think Westeros has taken any aid from anywhere other than Braavos in the world. And that's only because they want money, not food."

"But this is a different time," Daenerys says softly. "Look at what is happening to the people of Westeros, and then to us. We are prospering and sharing it with the world, and they are falling to pieces. Think of the children that are dying…think of it as if it was Dan, or Daemon or any of them begging for a piece of bread…there has to be some way we can help."

Jon looks at her in surprise. "I'm shocked to see you so willingly help the people who harmed you." At her look, he rolls his eyes. "I know, the citizens didn't do it, but the nobles did."

"I know…maybe motherhood is making me softer," she jokes a bit, looking down at him. "Maybe I just feel the need to help. The Gods have been fortunate enough on our side that I feel we have the opportunity to aid others. So many people could be given this power…I don't want it to go to waste."

He brings a gentle hand up to her cheek, and strokes her skin softly, before leaning up and pressing a kiss against her lips. When he pulls away, he looks at her quietly. "I understand why you want to help them…a part of me wants to as well, even after what the nobles did. I only worry about what could come after…and for this little one." His hand rests gently against her bump, a concerned look crossing his face. Daenerys lowers a hand, placing it on top of his own, before smiling softly.

"Don't worry about him or her. They are going to be fine. And we'll make sure they are born into the safest world out there." She presses her lips against his again, feeling his arms wrap around her. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against hers, a soft smile on his lips for the first time since seeing him.

"I think it's another girl," he murmurs.

She raises an eyebrow. "Really? I think it's a boy. Any more girls and Dan and Zaevar are going to feel very outnumbered." Jon laughs, one that lights up the room and fills Daenerys with joy. His hand rubs slow circles at the end of her back.

"They'll be up against a bunch of girls in training – get their behinds kicked." Daenerys laughs this time, shaking her head. But a part of her sort of wanted that – show boys what her girls could do. Dan was already far advanced than any child her age, both in sword work and in her sorcery. But then again, she was Dan – she sort of just learned things very easily. Her temper and her pride got to her the most.

Mae, however, was growing slowly at learning, after never having any previous training or anything remotely close to it. But Daenerys knew Jon had been a great teacher and had been providing her with the best sort of training he could offer. And soon enough, Nesara would learn as well.

Her hand rests against his own once more before she nods towards the bathing chambers. "You have to get ready for tonight…don't let him slip into your mind. Today is supposed to be a happy one. We will deal with all of this tomorrow. Can you do that for me?" Her hands come up to cup his face, a pleading look in her eyes. Jon was quiet for a moment before he nods, taking her hands again.

"I can…just because he's here doesn't mean I'm any less excited." Daenerys smiles and pecks his lips before pulling back.

"Good." At that moment, a knock sounds on the door. "Come in!"

The door swings open and in comes Eleana, who was looking frazzled as usual, but the same expression as before. "Everything alright, my queen?"

"Everything is fine," Daenerys reassures her.

"Good. I'd like to inform you that the guests are beginning to arrive. I already collected the children and they are getting ready now. I'd really like to start getting you ready as well."

Daenerys brow raises. "But the ceremony isn't for another couple of hours?"

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't be prepared. Same as you, my king." Eleana gently grabs her hand and urges her out. "I'll send someone up to deal with his own attire." Daenerys looks over at Jon with a 'sorry' expression on her face, but he waves her off with a smile.

"Go. I'll see you later." Those words sent a shiver down her spine. Yes, indeed, he would see her later.

Eleana closes the door, but before she could move Daenerys to her changing chambers, the queen stops her mid-step. "Wait. I want to visit the prisoner before you get me ready." At Eleana's confused and surprised glance, Daenerys nods down towards the dungeons. "Tyrion. I want to speak to him."

The handmaiden sighs. "Dany," she whispers, using her name lowly so no other handmaiden that rushed past would hear. "We really don't have the time."

"Do you not remember who is the queen here?" she asks her, her brow raised. "If people aren't willing to wait, then kick them out. We can make them wait as long as we want. Besides, I can promise you, I won't be too long."

Eleana sighs but nods. "Alright…if that is what you wish, my queen. I shall be in your changing chambers waiting for you – please make it quick."

Daenerys gives her friend a quick hug before watching her go. Once she disappeared around the corner, Daenerys looks towards the hallway and begins walking down to the dungeons, one thing on her mind. Or one person. She needed answers. Before they did any compromises or peace corps or whatever it is they wanted, she needed a full conversation.

And hopefully, she could get it from him.

Davos

Gods, the children looked just like them.

Well, the two that were of their blood. He could see practically a mini Jon and Daenerys fighting each other, while three other children looked on. After Eleana had brought him down to what was the training pit, she had gone off to tend to more of the wedding duties. So Davos had taken it upon himself to watch the young ones train.

They were good. Very good. At least the blood children, as well as the younger boy of the adopted ones. What was his name? He remembered Daenerys had mentioned it to him – Zaevar, that was it. Another one of those Valyrian names he would never truly understand.

Those three knew their way around swords very well. The little girl, as well as the older girl, were still beginners, but he would never hold that against them. Everyone started out somewhere.

But watching them fight was something sweet. He always knew Jon was one of the best swordsmen in Westeros, possibly in the world. All of his children, whether blood or not, would learn how to wield the weapon. And he was clearly doing a very good job of it.

At that moment, Daemon knocked Dan onto the ground with a swift kick to her ankles, sending her tumbling while he aimed his sword at her throat. She glares at him and then throws – good gods, a ball of fire?! – at his body.

"Hey!" Daemon snaps, before waving his hand. Suddenly, her arm began to bend in a different way, as if out of her control. Dan curses at him while Zaevar steps in-between, rolling eyes.

"Stop, you two. No sorcery," Zaevar chastises. Daemon rolls his eyes and drops his hands, and Dan lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling of control returning to her arms. Davos' brow raises from where he stood, watching. Jon had mentioned in their story that their children had magic in them, but he never thought it would be as serious or as trained like that.

Dan steps up and grabs her sword, looking over at Daemon. "I'm sorry for throwing fire. I've been stressed."

Daemon snorts. "Stressed about what? Their wedding is today. And it also doesn't give you an excuse to throw a bloody fireball at me."

"I know," Dan mutters but she turns to face him again. "But I'm not really stressed about the wedding or anything else. Just…what's going to happen after. I mean…we have the Free Cities, we have Slaver's Bay…what comes next, Westeros?" She grabs her sword and sits next to the older girl – Gods, what was her name? Mae, right. "I don't know how much they can handle."

"And if they did take over?" the little one asks, her head tilted. N…Nesara? Or was it Nesy? One of those, Jon had said to him.

Dan bites her lip and shrugs. "Well…it would be a lot harder than these last two. With Meereen, we knew about the battle plans and ambushed them. With the Free Cities, we talked quietly with them. But with Westeros, they don't like us. And they have plenty of people to fight. I don't know how well it would go. I have a feeling it would turn into a war."

Davos sighs quietly from where he stood, deciding there and then to make himself present, at least a little bit. "Well, hopefully, it doesn't transverse down that road."

All of the children's heads turn at his voice, their brow furrowed in a combination of surprise and confusion. Daemon steps forward first. "Who are you?"

"Someone your father knows very well. Your mother, too," he says quietly. Dan moves second, pointing at him.

"Wait, I know you." She moves forward a little more. "You're Davos. You served my father."

Zaevar looks at her in shock. "Served him? I've never seen him."

"Because you're not supposed to," Dan chuckles a bit. "He from Westeros. He was father's hand when he was King in the North. He served him way back then." She looks back at Davos in confusion. "I always wanted to meet you but I didn't think…how are you here? Does Westeros know about us? What's going on? Please don't tell me you're here to start a war."

Davos chuckles and shakes his head, walking over to where the children sat. "No, we are not here to start a war at all. Quite the opposite, actually."

Dan lets out a sigh of relief as he sits across from them on a bench. "Good…then what are you here for then?"

"To form peace, really," Davos states, looking over at Dan. "We've heard of your family and what you've been doing…or at least the leaders of Westeros have. I and another…friend decided to come here and figure things out for ourselves. Try and see if we can find a better solution to everything happening."

"Who was the friend you came with?" Mae asks. "Is it Sansa Stark?"

Davos snorts and shakes his head. "No. I would never be daft enough to bring her here. I'm assuming you know about what they did to your mother and father?" And to that, they all nod. "I didn't bring her here, that's for sure…nor did I bring Bran. But I did bring Tyrion."

Dan's brow raises until it practically disappears behind her hairline. "You brought my mother's former hand, who betrayed her and went behind her back, all the way to the place where she is ruling? Are you mad? She's going to kill him. Or father is going to kill him."

"Your father probably already did a number on Tyrion," Davos admits honestly. "But I have faith that he's not going to do anything irrationally – at least not yet. I don't know how Jon is now but I'm sure he hasn't changed much from the man I had met years ago."

Daemon rubs the back of his neck. "I'm…not entirely sure he would be like that, though. Tyrion was one of the people that betrayed him. And he's a little less…forgiving of his enemies now."

"Which he should be," Davos agrees. "Your father has been through enough battles for more than a lifetime. If someone crosses him, I wouldn't blame him for snapping or hurting them. He's been through too much. But, I still rely on the fact that he has a mind, better than others, that he has used for gods know how long, and he knows that keeping Tyrion alive will benefit him in the long run."

Dan shrugs her shoulders a bit. "Well…does Westeros know we exist besides you and the people at the castle?"

"If I am being completely honest, I'm not sure," he says quietly to her. "I know that they have been trying to keep it a secret for as long as they can, but rumors spread, as does word from Essos. I'm sure someone who has traveled to Westeros from the Free Cities has spread the word at this point."

Zaevar and Mae exchange a look of worry before the boy turns to him. "Do you think they're going to attack us?"

"They'd be stupid to do so," Davos says earnestly. "Really. I've only seen a fraction of what this city is, and I am already intimidated. If they feel that they can take down this empire, I don't know what they could do. It took fourteen volcanoes to nearly take down the last one completely – I'm wondering what an army in Westeros is going to be planning for something like that."

He looks over at the little girl, seeing her hiding behind Mae's legs. Mae chastises her and the little girl whispers something in her ear, causing Mae to roll her eyes. "I'm sorry. She's scared of your fingers."

"Oh, that's alright," Davos reassures, smiling softly at the girl. "I would be scared of an old goof like me too. But I'm nothing but a softie." He makes a silly face at the child, causing her to laugh and break her shell a bit, stepping out from behind her sister. Davos chuckles and looks up at Mae and Zaevar next. "You three have been under the care of the king and queen for some time now. What do you think of them?"

"We love them," Mae says with a soft sigh. "If…if you had met our parents from before, Jon and Dany are a million times better. They always treated me with respect, even before they took me in."

"That's sweet to hear – I always knew they would make great parents one day." He turns his eyes to look at Zaevar. "What about you, young man?"

Zaevar sighs and rubs the back of his neck. "It's always been hard for me to accept…I guess caring? I grew up with the same parents as Mae – cold and unforgiving and just…horrible. They're the complete opposite. It's a change. But I do love them…they've really been there for us at our worst."

Davos smiles gently, thinking back to every single time Jon had doubted himself in the past. He couldn't count how many times Jon had come to him, wondering if what he was doing was right. But listening to how these children talked about him, it made him realize Jon knew what he was doing all along. "And what about you, little one?"

"I love them!" Nesara exclaims. "Jon always gives me big hugs and Daenerys gives me big kisses – I never got a lot of those before. And they don't hurt me like my old mama and papa used to do."

"Nesy," Mae whispers to her, squeezing her shoulder before offering a sorrowful look at Davos. "I'm sorry – sometimes she shares too much."

"No, it's alright, don't worry," Davos says softly. "I've dealt with my fair share of horrible parents. Trust me, you reached the gold mine with these two…they will love you for the rest of their days." He looks over at Dan and Daemon and chuckles. "I still can't get over how much you two look like them. The spitting image. I can only wonder what your next sibling is going to look like."

Daemon chuckles a bit. "For our sake, I hope it's a boy."

"No, another girl, to kick your butt!" Dan teases.

Before Davos could respond, multiple screeches echoed from above him, and he tilts his head up to see a beautiful range of colors all flying down onto the grass beneath them, resting on certain spots. One flew over to Dan and rested at her side on the ground, while the others went to various areas. And only then did Davos realize those were dragons.

They weren't too old but had definitely grown.

"By the gods, are these young ones?" he asks them in shock.

"Yeah!" Nesara exclaims. "Mine is called Scaley." The small dragon lets out a puff of air at her rider's words.

Dan rolls her eyes. "A name that will change," she states, rubbing her younger sister's head lovingly. "This one right here is mine, Vēzos." The cream-colored dragon screeches gently, letting Dan's hand rest on top of its head. "Daemon's is Bloodrida, that black one over there. And Mae's is Seraxes, the magenta one."

Davos watches in wonder as the small dragons light up the sky, letting out soft bits of fire at the birds that flew by, before chomping down on them. "They like to eat meat, huh?"

"Really whatever they want," Dan chuckles a bit.

"What are those two?" Davos asks, pointing to two dragons that were nestled together towards the top of the training posts.

"Oh, that's mother and father's. They hatched those two to make up for the two dragons mother lost years ago. Father's is named Aryeon, after Aunt Arya. And mother named hers after father's mother, Lyanian," Daemon explains.

"Beautiful creatures, they are," Davos says softly as they fly off back towards the top of the castle. He looks back to Zaevar, who was the only one who was without a dragon near him. "What about you? Do you have a younger dragon?"

"I was given one at a young age," Zaevar explains. "A lot of people are when they reach a certain point in their training. His name is Stormrider. He's probably off flying somewhere with the other ones."

Davos nods quietly. "How many dragons are there?"

"A lot," Mae chuckles a bit. "Almost too many. We even have more eggs to hatch if we wanted to."

"A…are you hatching more?"

"No," Dan states with a soft smile. "We came here with Drogon – you remember him, right?" To which Davos nods. "And three other dragons that came with Daemon and I's birth. Visenya, Jorharion, and Jonarys – yes, the last two are named after Jorah Mormon and Jon." Of course they were. How sweet. "But those were our dragons. And then we came here and found so many others like us…we hatched these new ones when we executed the former king and queen."

"It's an old Valyrian blood ritual that in order to hatch new dragon eggs, there has to be either a human life used in exchange for the new ones or dragonfire used," Zaevar explains. "And they wanted to use both to make the dragons as powerful as possible. So we burned the bodies of king and queen, and used dragonfire for the burning."

Davos' brow raises. "Jon burned people? That doesn't sound like him."

"He didn't do just that," Mae states quietly. "And neither did Daenerys. But both of them…trust me, Ser Davos – that's your name?" He nods again. "If you had met our parents, you would want them burned too."

"Do you remember when you found out about how Shireen was killed?" Dan asks Davos, to which his face turned pale.

"How do you know about that?"

"My father and I tell each other everything – there wasn't much to do living in the freezing cold," Dan chuckles gently. "Don't worry – I don't blame you for it. But it was like the same kind of anger. The king and queen hurt them relentlessly. I'm sure that if we didn't do something, the same thing that happened to her would have happened to one of them. And they were terrible to their people as well…they needed to go. My father is a smart man. He wouldn't kill people that he thinks would be useful or could turn good. He only kills when he knows they deserve it…which is why I do think you're right…he's going to let the imp live. He needs him alive for whatever it is you want to do with Westeros since he's the hand there."

Daemon snorts, causing Dan to turn her head to him in confusion. "Just the word. 'imp.' Isn't that what Aunt Arya called him ages ago?"

"Yes, I think it was," Mae chuckles a bit.

"Wait, I did see that she wasn't here," Davos says quietly, and he was right about that. When Eleana had brought him down, Daenerys had said that Arya Stark would be with the children, and yet he hadn't seen her when he was delivered to the pit. Eleana had been in such a rush she hadn't even noticed. "Do you know where she went?"

"She said originally that she was going to go and talk with Gendry about something, but I'm not entirely sure."

Davos' brow raises again in shock. "Gendry Baratheon is here? Really?"

"Yeah, he and Aunt Arya are together," Nesara says softly. "He helped us make banana bread. It was so good."

"Hmm…never thought of Gendry to be the one to come here," Davos states softly. "I'll have to go look for him later." A Baratheon in dragon country. Strange times, indeed. "Either way, do you have an idea of where he might be?"

Before the children could answer his question, a soft knock was heard at the top of the training post. Davos looks up as the dragons fly off at the noise, heading towards other areas of the castle. Eleana was there, looking frazzled. "Sorry to interrupt your words – guests are beginning to arrive, children. I think it's time you went up and the handmaidens took care of you."

"But I don't want to take a bath," Nesara mutters.

Mae rolls her eyes and picks up the little girl, before turning to Eleana. "We're coming!" Eleana nods and heads off again, probably going to greet some of the people. Mae turns to Davos. "We should get going. Are you going to be at the wedding?"

"I am, indeed – I'll see you five there." Zaevar and Mae, along with Nesara head up the stairs first, leaving Dan and Daemon following behind. Before they left, however, Dan looks over at him with a quiet look of contemplation in her eyes, before speaking.

"I know how you may feel about us using sorcery like this," she says quietly. "But know that we aren't like Melisandre. And we never will be."

Davos smiles, a temperate one on his lips. "I know that, young one. Don't worry."

Dan nods back and then leaves with her brother, until her body disappears behind the entrance to the training pit, her silver hair vanishing last. Davos lets out a soft sigh as he hears another loud and intense shriek, causing him to look up into the sky. Drogon flies over the castle, his wingspan practically blocking the sun, until he faded behind the horizon.

Gods, this place was a maester's dream. He could only imagine what Sam would think.

Sam.

What would Sam think of his old friend, Jon Snow, marrying the woman who had burned his family? The friend who hadn't stood up for him at the council in the dragon pit? He wondered if Sam knew they were here as well if Bran had truly told them where they had gone.

Only time would tell.

Daenerys

The castle was full of life as she made her way through the halls. People who were lords and ladies and civilians alike walked along, saying hi and thanking her for everything she had done, as well as her 'husband.' Some would say how excited they were for the vow ceremony, or for what would come after. And she would smile along and thank them as they did so.

However her mind was very one-track right now, and she had a purpose of where she was walking to.

Even so, she would even run into delegates from the slave cities, as well as the Free Cities, some of which gave her mild pleasantries, which meant they were someone to look out for in the future, while others seemed genuinely excited for what was happening today. Her queenly side would come out in these times, trying to hide the feelings that were racing in her heart, but at the end of the day, she would always follow the same path.

At one point, she had seen Yara Greyjoy appear with some of her men, but Daenerys knew that if she was stopped by Yara, she would see right through her queenly act and ask what was wrong. She would find out quickly that Tyrion was here and would probably go beat him to death herself instead of letting him live as Jon had done. So she walked away quickly so she wouldn't be seen, deciding a chat with Yara later would work.

Yara was someone who had been on her mind as well. She was her only other ally in Westeros right now, and if needed, having her in this little meeting that Davos wants to plain would work well for them. Even then, that conversation was for dinner tonight. A different conversation was on her mind right now.

Her feet carry her as quickly as possible towards the dungeons, trying to evade the eyes of others. As soon as she opens the door and closes it, finally escaping all of the words of the people and the nobles and everyone else, her ears single in on someone down below. Someone who was yelling at Tyrion.

"Do you know how stupid you are to come here?" the voice asks. "You don't deserve to live after what you did to them – they never deserved that!"

Arya.

"I regret it to this day – please, I never thought-"

"Don't play the victim – you still did it. You still went along with it!"

Daenerys steps down the stairs and enters into the dungeons, and instantly starts to panic when she notices the Stark girl holding up Tyrion through the bars of the cell, her dagger against the man's neck. "Arya!" Her voice echoes command against the stone walls and almost instantly, Arya drops Tyrion to the ground, her dagger lowering. The dwarf coughs up dust as Daenerys walks over to her. "I told you to stay with the children – what happened to that?"

"I – he –" She stops herself and lets out a deep breath before looking over at Tyrion. "He was on my mind. I couldn't get him out of it. I had to confront him."

"Did that mean killing him?"

Arya sighs and looks back at her. "I wasn't going to kill him. I just wanted to get information out of him. What person sails all the way across the world for peace? I don't buy it."

"You may not trust Tyrion – and I don't either. But I trust Davos." Arya's shoulders fall and she glares over at the coughing man, leaning against the wall for support. "Arya." Dany's voice was soft, familiar, her hand touching the younger girl's shoulder to turn her attention to the queen. Arya's eyes connect with her own, and Daenerys offers her a soft smile. "You don't need to fight my battles for me. Please, go upstairs and get ready for the ceremony. I can handle this myself."

Arya looks to her and then at Tyrion. "What if he tries something?"

"I doubt he will – look at what state he is in."

Arya sighs. "I…I just don't want him to screw you over again."

"He won't. Believe me. I'll be safe." She squeezes the girl's shoulder again and steps back. "I appreciate your want to protect me, but I'm fine. I'm a grown woman – we know our swords well." Arya smiles a bit and nods, stepping back.

"Alright…fine. I'll see you later then."

Daenerys hugs the girl tightly and watches as the young Stark heads towards the stairs, heading up. Once the door to the dungeons closes, the smile slips from Daenerys' lips, and she looks over to Tyrion, who was now huddled up against the wall. Looking at him in the dark light of the dungeon, she whistles lowly. "Gods…Jon did do a number on you. No wonder his hands were so bloody."

Tyrion coughs before his eyes look up into her own. "And that's the man you want to marry." His tone was a statement.

"Yes." Her words were deadpan, blunt. "And I love him very much." She could see the blood on the floor, and the dried amount on his face. "And honestly, you deserved it. I'm just upset that he got to you before I did."

That wasn't true. She was on the side that she wanted Tyrion alive to deal with whatever is happening in Westeros, but at the same time, looking at him, she could understand the reason as to why both Jon and Arya had threatened him and/or hurt him. She wanted to as well. But she couldn't. She had a wedding to get ready for.

Tyrion sighs. "Dany-"

"Don't you dare call me that," she hisses at him, her eyes narrowed. Tyrion's mouth closed shut the moment the words left her mouth. "You have absolutely no right to call me that name. Only my loved ones get to call me that, the people I can trust."

She could feel her voice cracking, a thousand memories seeping into her head. Every time he doubted her decisions. Every time he told her she was wrong. And now, all she could think about was how he had made her felt in those hours of need. The ones she could hardly remember, but the pain was there. And how he knew about it the whole time. Why she was acting like that.

"I only have one question," she bites out, her eyes turning back to his own. "Why? Why would you do what you did? Teaming up with a cripple, a eunuch, and your bloody ex-wife to take Jon and I down. Why? What did I ever do to you to deserve that?"

She stands up suddenly, anger pooling in her veins.

"I could have had you killed!" she snaps angrily. "I could have had you thrown into the fighting pits in Meereen and let the fighters have their way with you! I could have had you beheaded and had that sent to Cersei to show a message, or could have sent it to your forsaken brother. But no, I didn't, because I trusted you. I trusted that the son of a Lannister would help me get the throne that I deserved after so long. That your insights would be worth the risk. And how do you repay me? By having someone poison me and manipulating my lover into killing me!"

Her voice had grown louder with each accusation, her breathing heavy. The dwarf was lucky she didn't have a sword.

He was silent, looking at the ground. "I swear to all the gods above and below me that if you do not speak, I will have your head."

"I was a coward," were the first words that came out of his mouth, turning his head to look back at her. "I thought that I knew what change would bring. I thought I was ready for it. But after the Battle of Winterfell, I felt that you were slipping. You had lost so many people, and now Sansa tells me that Jon is the rightful heir…you know what would happen. People would have left you and gone to him-"

"Then why couldn't we have ruled together?" she asks, her tone accusing.

"I thought of that too but Bran told me horrible stories of what you might do and-"

"He lied."

Tyrion's eyes blink once, twice before he lets out a quiet breath. "He…he did?"

"Gods, you are so stupid!" she snaps, shaking her head. "You see, my daughter has a strange power, a way of seeing into the past through writing. She saw the moment you and those treacherous snakes planned it all, and then after, she saw Bran admit to Sansa that all he told you were lies to convince you to take their side. He only saw Drogon flying over King's Landing. No burnings, nothing. And yet, you believed them – because of your cowardice."

Daenerys shakes her head and leans back, not believing what she was hearing.

"Everyone loses people, Tyrion," she says angrily, staring at him. "You can't just let the deaths of people cause you rage. At first, sure, but I would have never burned down innocent lives like that. It was because of that fucking poison you gave me that it made me do so, and Bran using his powers to control my dragon…you ruined everything. Because you believed those lies."

"I…the Three-Eyed-Raven never lied before."

"As far as you know," Daenerys mutters. "But he did lie about this. And you believed it." She swallows and looks at the ground. "You never trusted me, did you?"

"I never said I didn't! I loved you!" he exclaims to her. "I adored what you were back in Meereen and how the people flocked to you, but Westeros was a different world and you had lost so many people! I couldn't just let that slide and-"

"I lost people half the time due to your stupid plans." Her voice was low. "I lost people because I surrounded myself with the wrong followers. Now, I'm surrounded by people I know I can trust. People who won't betray me at the first sight of something – what was it? Concerning, as you put it?" Daenerys stands and lets out a low breath. "I will always regret making you my hand. It will be the dumbest mistake of my life, and I know that for as long as I live, I will never put someone who has this high of idiocy as you in anything closely related to my council."

"What about Jon?" he suddenly asks. "He was the one who swung the sword and now you are marrying him? And ruling a country – no, an empire – and yet you trust him?!"

"What Jon and I have now wasn't something I just decided to make overnight," Daenerys laughs, an incredulous look on her face. "When I first saw him again, I wanted to kill him. But I didn't for the sake of my son and daughter. But we built trust again. We became close. He proved that he regretted what he had done and would for the rest of his life. And I was alive – I couldn't hold that against him for the rest of his life when I could see how much of a changed man he was. And yes, I did fall in love with him, all over again, and it was beautiful and wonderful and one of the best things that could ever happen. And yes, I am going to marry him, and rule by his side, creating a wonderful world for many people. Making things safer, cleaner, happier – which is what Westeros could have had if you didn't choose so stupidly."

Daenerys moves away from the cell, seeing Tyrion's face fall. His words were quiet as he spoke them. "I know you can never trust me again…but know that we don't mean any harm here. All we want is help. All we want is peace. The people are suffering."

"All you want is peace. We don't know what the true king and queen in the North want," she mocks. After a moment, she lets herself sigh and looks to the ground. "Jon and I discussed this earlier…despite you and everything you have done, we're not going to let our own judgments stop us from helping people in need. We hated the slaver's city's masters but knew the people were suffering, so we took over them. We aren't going to do that with Westeros." She turns to look at him. "But if it is a peace that you want, we will give it to you. Along with other aid, if need be."

Tyrion lets out a sigh of relief, but before he could open his mouth, she raises a hand to stop him in his tracks.

"I, nor my lover, nor anyone in my council, is going to be discussing this matter any more than we already have with Davos today. I have a wedding to attend to, and a man to marry and bed before the sun goes down. And I don't plan to have that ruined by your arrival." She steps away and lets out a deep sigh. "We're done talking about this. I have all the answers I need."

As she goes to walk away, keeping her head held high, his voice calls out to her one last time.

"I'm sorry." She turns her head at his words. "I know they don't mean anything. I know you can never trust me again. That's why Davos is here – at least he can speak the truth. But I am sorry…for everything."

"It's too late for apologies, Tyrion," she says quietly. "If you were truly sorry for everything I had lost, you'd turn to our side. You'd never work for those bastards again. You would leave everything behind that you have. Maybe you'd even have that precious cock of yours cut off. Your apologies mean nothing until you prove yourself. And if in the next days, when we do discuss peace, if I see any trace of betrayal, I will have you burned so quickly, you won't even have time to demand your supposed 'trial by combats.'"

There was no response, just the silence of the dungeons. Daenerys turns back around and heads up the stairs, letting out a sigh of relief once she reaches the top, and closes the door behind her. Her body rests against the wood, letting her thoughts take over for a second.

Truly, she didn't know if she could ever forgive Tyrion. Not after what he had done. Maybe there was some path in the future, but surely never by her side again. Even so, she knew he had to stay alive. At least for now, to prove that Valyria didn't intend on coming over to Westeros. The last thing she wanted was for that bloody country to suddenly plan an attack on them over a rumor.

"My queen?"

The response cut her from her mind, and she looks over to see Eleana coming to her side once more. She had an exasperated look on her face.

"Please, can we get ready now?"

Daenerys finally feels a smile come over her lips, a genuine one of joy, and then chuckles. "Of course we can." She holds her handmaiden's hand and follows her through the hallways, avoiding the crowds. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I'd very much like to get on with this wedding."

"Good, because if you stayed down there another bloody minute, I would have stormed down there and carried you out myself. Bloody dwarf. Can't have these people ruining this day!"

"With what strength?" Daenerys chuckles, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I have some muscle in my arms – maybe not so much from training and more from cooking and stirring so often, but it's still there!"

To which Daenerys laughed.

Oof, next chapter bout to be soaked in feels.

I know that not a lot happened in this one but it's all really build up. I wanted to make sure Jon and Dany confronted Tyrion, and that Davos explained everything. I really loved Davos in the show (like low-key one of my favorite characters) so expect to see him multiple times haha next chapter is going to be the moment you've all been waiting for - the wedding! And the bedding ;) I'll try to get it up as soon as possible haha I won't keep you all waiting for too long!

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