The Darkness of Day

by WalkingPotterGirl14

He put a dagger in her heart. She died. End of story. Or was it? The Gods decide that there's more to tell, more to save, and more heartbreak to follow in the story of Daenerys and Jon's lives, starting with new revelations right outside their doors. (Rated T until chapter 26, Fix-it Fic, obvious spoilers for the show)

46. The Targaryens: Battle of Fire and Blood

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Daenerys

She awoke with a gasp.

The last thing she had remembered was her head hitting the edge of something hard, and then everything had gone black. The screaming of her husband, the echo of the screech from the beast above…it had all faded into nothing.

But now, here she was, sweating and breathing heavily, looking around trying to see exactly where she was. As she tried to move from the ground in the dark room, she felt something pull her back, falling straight onto her knees. Daenerys looks behind her and feels herself curse. There were fucking chains attached to her legs and arms.

When she feels herself settle again against the floor, soft movements begin to show through wherever she was, and it was only then that she realized she was on some sort of boat. Boats…gods, the boats that had been there. The ones from the Free Cities. Those bastards…that ice dragon.

Where the fuck had that even come from? She had heard stories of there being ice dragons in the Shivering Sea – the same as the Leviathan – but never thought they were real, only tales to tell young children not to mess with the waters below them. And yet, there it was, emerging seemingly out of the sky to kill them.

Her men…Arya…Jon…

The whole entire ship was destroyed. She didn't know where they were. Those fucking Starks had done this, bringing it onto their lives. How could she help Westeros now? Knowing that the fucking bloody house was aligned with killing them?

At the end of the day, however, it wasn't like it was anything new. Anywhere that she had tried to help with her husband had tried to harm them or kill them – but they had always come out on top. They didn't think anyone was a threat now.

They had been wrong. So wrong.

She had been so naïve. You'd think that after years of ruling, she would have listened to her gut, saying that this letter from Qarth was a bad idea to travel to. But no, she was so caught up in the mind that she had been building, this world they had been planning, that she forgot there were people out there who wanted them dead. And still would do anything. They should have brought more men. They should have brought their dragons. Fuck whatever they say.

Peace seemed to be non-negotiable now. She didn't know if Jon nor she could ever return to the way that they ruled.

And besides, where the fuck was she?

"Jon?" she whispers, her voice shaking. She could feel her hair covering her eyes, most likely from the tumble into the waves below.

"H…he's not here."

The voice makes her heart drop. For fuck's sake. "Tyrion?"

"Yes, my queen."

She feels her shoulders drop and tears start to leak out of her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. Of course, out of every single person in the world she could have been stuck with, it was fucking Tyrion Lannister. She conceals the sobs that wanted to break through, but the anger still managed a way out. "Why did it have to be you…"

There was no response from the dwarf, which made her at least a little bit happy. Her hands try to find some sort of weak spot in the chains, anything that could remotely save her, get her out of there.

"There's no point."

"I don't need to hear a fucking word from you!" she snaps angrily, her eyes turning to the voice in the dark.

"I don't understand how your anger that's directed at me is going to help in this situation at all," he states back, his tone snipped. "I know that you hate me. I get that. But getting angry isn't going to change the fact that both of us are locked up in the dungeon of a ship heading off to a Free City where their leaders hate us."

Daenerys could feel her lip trembling, a want to curse at the dwarf before her, but she holds back, letting out a sigh. Tyrion was right. Anger – at least right now while she was trapped – was not the solution. "Fine." Her words were short. Cold. "Do you have any idea what happened when I was knocked unconscious?"

"The beast in the sky attacked again," he says. "It tore the ship to pieces. It sent Jon into the water."

Daenerys stills. "Is…is he alive?"

"Yes…at least from what I saw."

Her brow furrows. "What did you see?"

"I was one of the first to go down into the water," she hears Tyrion explain. "Along with many of the men. Most of them were drowned and stabbed because of the wreckage to the ship." Gods, all those men…with those families at home…they had to break the news to them. "I, along with Arya and Gendry, climbed onto rocks. Gendry had water in him, but Arya was able to get him breathing again before the second wave came in and knocked you out of the water. When the third came, it brought Jon to the sea as well. He, however, washed up onto the rocks. Unconscious, as well. But from what I saw, he was breathing."

Daenerys lets out a slow breath. Well, at least that was good to hear. "And…he isn't here?"

"The cities that attacked each took prisoners. Norvos took Arya and Gendry. Qohor took Jon. Tyrosh took you and I. I overheard them saying that if you two were kept together, it would be too powerful, so they were splitting out a part to send a message to Valyria."

"What bloody message?"

"I don't know…I passed out after that. The shock was too much. The dragon was too much…everything was just too much." He swallows and glances at her. "I know this means nothing to you but I thought I'd say this…I saved them from killing you."

Her brow furrows in confusion. "…what?"

"When you fell into the water, they only brought you ashore to kill you," Tyrion says. "They had this goal in mind originally to kill you and keep Jon alive…a want to show power over the man, I assume. I stopped them and said you're even more valuable than Jon. You have more power in Essos…they decided to take you in after that."

Daenerys bites her lip and glances down at her stomach below her, wondering what could have happened. Her children would possibly be orphans if Jon was okay. Her unborn child would never get to see the light of day. This new world that they were building…would all be torn to ashes so quickly.

The queen swallows and glances over at the dwarf in the dark. "Well…I can thank you for that, but don't expect me to suddenly forgive you anytime soon for what you have done."

"I know…I just thought you should know."

Daenerys let out a low breath, her head leaning against the wooden wall as the water rocked them back and forth. Gods, what would happen if they tried to come to Valyria? If they went after her children? They knew nothing about this. For all she knew, every person there thought the mission with the Free Cities had been perfectly fine. But here they were – captured and hurt.

It was strange, however. At that moment, she didn't care about her position or her power or anything else. She only prayed that the babe within her was still alright and that wherever Jon was, he was okay too.

"How long have we been on this ship?" she finally asks him.

"A couple of days," he admits. "We're out of the sea now…the water is too calm for us to be there. I have a feeling that we are approaching Tyrosh soon."

"How do you know all of this?" she asks him. "You must have been awake for days."

"I have been. Your injures were worse than mine. It would take a couple of days for you to heal."

Her brow furrows. "What injuries?"

"When you went into the water you hit your head. Blood was everywhere." If her hands were freed, she would have reached up to feel her hair, but knew that it was pointless. So, she quietly scrapes her head against the wood behind her and gently feels a bandage begin to move. Sure as shit, there it was. A gash. She could feel it. "They also think you may have injured your side, but it was nothing compared to your head."

Daenerys glances at the ground, thinking back to what had happened. "And…and what about the dragon?"

Suddenly, the door opened, and there was a flooding of harsh light exhuming from a lantern that a guard had. Daenerys' closes her eyes at the sudden change, glancing over at Tyrion now with the light on. He was chained and tied up as well. It was no wonder she could barely see him. He couldn't even move.

"Ah, so I see you're awake," the man states, leaning down to where she was on the ground. Daenerys glares at the man before spitting into his eye, causing him to flinch back. A moment later the man chuckles and shakes his head. "Ah, so I see the Mother of Dragons still has some fire in her despite losing everything she knows."

"I haven't lost shit," she snarls angrily. "Just wait until Valyria finds out about this – you will be burned to the ground."

"Well, you see, Valyria isn't going to find out about this. Because there's no way you're going back there," the man chuckles before leaning away. In the light, she could see that he had common Tyrosh features. Like the candidate who had come to visit them, he had dyed hair, and plenty of interesting looking clothing that matched with the armor he was wearing. Now, that she got a good look at him, she realized with a start that it was the same man who had come to Valyria.

The same man she and Jon had willingly invited to their wedding to be a part of this union.

"Why?" she whispers angrily. "Why would you do something like this?! We only wanted to help!"

"Ah, 'help' is a funny word," the man chuckles before leaning down to where she was. "At first, you wanted to help us improve our citizens, and while I wasn't the biggest fan of you taking away our slaves, I settled for it. I knew that strangely, you were right. But then your dragonlords came and went, and took away so much of our lives that it was almost unlivable – at least for the nobles." He shakes his head, leaning back. "For the common folk, it was great. They could go and do whatever they wanted now with their newfound freedom, but our lives took a tumble. The lives that we had grown up living and proving to have worked without your little social justice act. Our whole entire worlds changed upside down, just like that, because you and that bastard of a husband decided that suddenly, you wanted to become emperors. That's not happening anymore."

"Do you understand how stupid you sound?" she asks him, her brow furrowed. She could instantly see the anger switch in his eyes. "You're upset because you had some personal favorites of yours taken away from your rich lifestyle, at the cost of having slaves now be free and have the chance to work for a living. What kind of man is like that?"

"The kind that wants tradition," the man snaps, his eyes narrowed at her. "The kind that hates change. The kind that wants to live like how Westeros is living right now."

Daenerys instantly feels her rage return. "Why the fuck would you want to align yourself with a kingdom that is starving, rebelling, and turning into a war zone over just plain corn? The Valyrian union is thriving and yet, you ruined that."

The man shakes his head, a smirk on his lips. "King Bran's people may be starving, but at least they know their worth. They don't take help from anyone. They kill anyone who gets in the way." Daenerys held back the snort. Little did this man know what their whole entire meeting had been about prior to his trip. "And that's why we aligned with them – to get you out of our way because clearly, you are in the way for them as well."

He leans down and presses a hand against her cheek, her eyes turning into slits, staring at him.

"Pity, that you are a problem…you would make a nice lady to some of my men."

Daenerys lets out a puff of air before moving her lips suddenly and biting down on the man's finger, so hard that she yanks it off with her bare teeth. He screams in pain and holds it tightly, falling to the ground while clutching his appendage. At the yells of pain, more men rush forward to see what had happened and look into her cell. She kneeled there, breathing hard, her eyes narrowed.

"Don't you dare ever touch me again!" she snaps. "The next time you lay your hands on me will be your last!"

The man glares at her angrily before standing up. "You just bought yourself a ticket into the seven hells, sweetheart," the man growls at her through his pain. "See you soon."

The guards help him out of the room, and the door slams shut, the now spilled over lantern on the ground in front of them. Daenerys spits blood out from her mouth onto the ground, before she heard a low whistle come from the other side of the room.

"Think Jon has brought our more wolf in you lately."

"Bite me, Tyrion," she grunts, leaning against the wall. "There has to be some way out of here…"

"Maybe when we get off the boat, but not here," Tyrion states, letting out a deep sigh. "We're stuck…we might as well just embrace it until we are delivered to wherever we have to go."

Daenerys glances at the light that was burning so dimly, feeling her hope start to evade her. As much as she hated to admit it, they were trapped for now. There was no way she would see light, at least not for a couple of days at this point. And when she came out, she doubted she would get the warm welcome that most kings and queens receive.

Would Bran be with them?

"I should have asked them more questions," she whispers, feeling disappointment start to come to her. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry."

"You'll have another chance," Tyrion says quietly. "For now, though, there's nothing we can do."

Daenerys feels herself curl against her own body, letting her head rest against her chained-up knees. She was so stupid. They were so stupid.

Never again.

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When they did arrive in wherever they were going, she was brought out at night.

Tyrion had been taken an hour prior during the day. Where he was taken to, she had no idea. But all she did know was the moment the door was opened, she was dragged out onto the ground, her head hitting the floor first. She bites her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain but keeps her eyes forward as the guards drag her feet upwards, undoing the chains around her ankles.

"Let's go, dragon cunt," the man snarls at her, pushing her forward through what seemed to be the brig of a ship. And angrily, she had no choice but to walk with the two men, holding her arms back.

The moment she did walk out of the ship, however, she was surprised to see that she was nowhere near Tyrosh. In fact, it seemed to be some sort of landmass located far away from any cities. She couldn't see any buildings in sight except for a large war tent that seemed to be in the distance. And a very large army.

She knew that it had to be a combination of all three cities that had attacked them. There was no way Tyrosh alone had only these men. But that didn't explain how it had fallen so quickly. What had happened to the dragonlords she and Jon had sent them? What had happened to the civility? Everything else that seemed to be going so well?

And what did Bran say to these fuckers that made them turn?

As she walked forward with the two guards, she could hear slurs and curses being thrown at her from the soldiers. Some said 'slave-fucker!' Others the typical whore or cunt. It was words she was used to hearing at this point. But her mind was so focused on the 'how' rather than the people around her. And where in the name of all the seven hells below her was her husband?

She keeps her head held high as they shout at her, thinking back to her time after Meereen before she had acquired the Dothraki to lead her. The ways in which they had captured her, almost raped her. A part of her thought maybe that was what she had to do now, but another darker bit of her mind said to burn every single last one in her sight.

And honestly, thinking about it now, that idea was looking more and more suitable for how much spit and shit was landing into her hair right now.

The guards walked her up to the tent that was there and then threw her inside. She lands on the hard ground with a thud, her hands trying to stop her body from slamming against the stone. She wasn't about to let her baby die. Not like this. Not again.

After a moment of regaining her breath, she finally turns her head upwards to see three men watching her. One of which was the delegate from Tyrosh, the one whom she had bitten the finger off of earlier. The one that she had trusted.

"Nice to see you again," the man mutters.

Daenerys leans upwards, trying not to let their eyes stop her from showing who she was. "You three have made a grave mistake," she hisses.

"On the contrary," the man next to Tyrosh says. "We have made probably one of the best decisions of our lives, siding with those Starks. And I'm sure you're angry with everything else, but honestly, we have with you."

Daenerys feels her own anger start to take over. She had always prided herself on keeping her mind at a wit's end when it came to these situations, to show that she wasn't just some madwoman who would kill anyone who defied her. But now, all she could think about was how fitting it would be to have this man's head on a platter. "Then tell me…why are you doing this? And don't give me that 'you took our slaves.' That man can say whatever he wants, but I know that your cities have been running just fine without them."

The man who was speaking glares at her. "Fine. Then let's start at the beginning." He turns his head to look at the Tyrosh man. "This is Maelon from Tyrosh. I am sure you have met him before." That was the man's name. It had evaded her after everything that had happened. "He is one of the leaders of that city. Although you have never met me, nor my co-leader. I am Daenar from Norvos. And this is Taecedor from Qohor."

Her eyes widen at the last city name. "If you are from Qohor, where is my husband?"

Taecedor chuckles and shakes his head. "You really expect me to tell you? You are dumber than we thought."

Daenerys goes to open her mouth but Daenar speaks first. "I swear to all the gods above if you dare speak another word, I will have you whipped."

"How dare you!" she snarls.

Daenar then turns his eyes to a guard and nods one single movement to him. Before Daenerys could even blink, there was a searing pain on her lower back, one that had her screaming in anguish and falling to the ground. Whatever the man had used, it had ripped open skin instantly. Daenar comes to her side and leans down, looking at her shaking form.

"Now, will you let me speak and only let you speak when you are asked or are you going to kill yourself before you even have the chance to?"

Daenerys doesn't move her gaze from him, one that had hatred vibrating off of her, but her mouth stays closed. He had a point. If she ended up hurting herself, there was no point in her being here. She had a life outside of these walls. And she wasn't about to let some petty lord get rid of her.

So, she grins and bears it, and then looks at him, nodding.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his hands resting at her sides. She doesn't speak but was planning a thousand ways to murder him in her head. "Nice to see you listening."

He stands and walks back over to where he was sitting, moving to rest next to Maelon. She feels two guards pull her up again so that she was sitting upwards, but pain rocketed through her back, making it impossible for her to stay straight. She bites her lip so hard blood starts to seep out. There would be no more pain shown in front of this man.

"Let us begin at the start," Daenar breathes out. "At first, some of us were alright with the idea of people coming in to help us. You had a point. Tyrosh was in ruins. We needed some sort of aid, something that could help us, that we wanted, but with trading – not taking away our livelihoods. But then, you started to remove one of the very things we relied on – slaves. Our whole entire economic system relied on cities giving us slaves to use to make our products. But once you decided to let them go…everything began to collapse behind the curtain. While the citizens were given what they wanted, we didn't have the money to support all of these up and coming shops and merchants and people who didn't deserve all this praise…but you decided to give it to them, because of 'equableness' over nobleness. If that's so, why are you and your husband the leaders of Valryia and not some common man?"

"The people chose Jaehaerys and me," she snaps angrily. "If a common person wanted to run against us, we would let them. We were chosen by the people. It was what they wanted!"

"Well, sometimes you can't give what everyone wants," Daenar snarls. "Tyrosh isn't based on what you folks do. Neither is Qohor. Or Norvos. We can't just change – but you forced us to. You gave us no choice, because those dragons were right outside the door, waiting to burn us to a crisp. Your husband was, as well. And to an extent, so were you. So we played along, and saw everything collapse before our eyes."

Daenar chuckles and shakes his head.

"I'm sure you're wondering two things: where are the dragonlords, and what do the people of these cities have to say about this?" Daenerys fights the urge to roll her eyes. Of course that was what she was thinking, the cunt. "Well, to answer our second question first, the people of Norvos and the other cities have no idea this is going on."

Her brow furrows. "Then who are all these people?"

"Soldiers kept in secret," the man states easily. "We simply told the families of these men that we were sent off on some mission to reclaim more land for our cities – take it from the remaining Dothraki that you haven't claimed for yourself. And unlike your citizens, ours are quick to believe our word. They…have no idea that what we are trying to do, can save our very cities. And as for your dragonlords that were supposed to keep the peace…they are dead."

Daenerys feels her heart still, and her eyes widen in shock. Her reaction only seems to fuel Daenar's ego, and he smiles in achievement. Almost relishes in it.

"Ah, there's the reaction I was seeing. You always think that your little lords are so powerful…and yet, here we are. Tearing you down." He walks over to her, kneels down, and forces her eyes to look directly into his own. She doesn't move, still stunned at the news. "Don't look away from me when I speak to you – you're our prisoner now."

She feels her lips turn into a frown, but she keeps his eyes on him. One word escapes. "…how?'

"Yes, that is the question, isn't it?" Daenar asks, before turning his head to Maelon. "She ripped off your finger – would you like to be the one to tell her what happened to her precious dragons?"

The man glares at her before standing from his seat, while Daenar goes to sit. "At first, we cruelly accepted our fate. You send off your little men to do your bidding, have the slaves and common people freed while we rotted within the insides of our higher walls, missing any labor we needed. You may want equality for all people, but for us? We wanted our old system back. And clearly, many of these people with 'richer' families did as well. So…we sent out help. And received some aid in return. Specifically from the Westeros throne."

He walks to where she kneeled, chuckling.

"You've made a lot of enemies in Westeros, but that king seems to hate you. He truly thinks you and your husband are a threat – he's not wrong, you are – but he thought so much so that he decided that it was better to work from the inside rather than the outside. So he made plans with us."

He moves back to where he was sitting, a hand on his chin.

"He told us that one of his men had gone off to make 'peaceful' plans with you without his consent." Davos. "And we saw that he brought another one with him." Tyrion. "But King Bran said it was pointless. No matter what peaceful plan you could have had, he was still going to try and end your reign. 'As long as the dragons are alive, our existence in this world is fleeting.' His exact words. So, he decided to use our men…and his powers."

"Did you see that dragon?" Taecedor laughs. "By the gods, it was amazing! There is not a single sorcerer in all of Qohor that could ever produce something like that. That King Bran is something special…it killed all of your dragon lords."

"Th…then how did the people not find out about any of this if the dragons were dead?"

"Easy," Maelon states easily. "We acted as if we wanted to speak to the lords in private. Remember – you originally only sent the dragonlords to look over us and make sure these processes happened. We were, at least for a time, considered equal to them. So, we lured them away for a meeting, away from the city where no one would see. It was then that we decided to use an old friend of yours."

He nods to Daenar, who then removes a piece of parchment from his chest. Daenerys glances at it and feels her heart stop.

It was an outline for a scorpion.

"That fear…now that was what we wanted to see," Daenar chuckles, pulling the parchment away. "King Bran knew the best way to get to you was to strike from the inside. So, he sent us over some of these lovely machines to each of our cities. And, when we were properly able to lure away the lords as well as their beasts, we killed the dragons first. And then slit their necks."

Daenerys closes her eyes, tears beginning to evade her as much as she attempted to hold them back. "All they wanted to do…was help you…"

"We didn't want your help!" the man snaps at her. "And we didn't want you. Now…we finally have the upper hand. Your men are dead. Your husband is captured. Your good sister and her suitor is captured. Your dragons are not here. You are lost. And soon, we will parade you around for the rest of the Free Cities to see, to show that Valyria has fallen…it will be glorious."

Daenerys feels herself swallow. She couldn't let her emotions take hold of her. She needed to talk. She needed answers. "Did you send the letter from Qarth?"

"That would be my handiwork," Taecedor chuckles. "I mean, it's not hard to copy the handwriting of those folks – greatest city in the world, my ass. But we all knew that you had some unfinished business with them, and if they asked you not to bring your dragons, you would. You want to build as many new relationships as possible – that's your fatal flaw, which will be the one that ends you. But hey, it worked in our favor – the humility that we hate brought on your end. How fitting."

She looks up at him. "And…the dragon?"

"The ice dragon, you mean? That was King Bran's idea. Apparently, he has these powers…a way of which he can morph or warg or whatever the word he used into any animal. He used it once against a ship of yours, and now he used it again with the ice dragons that laid in the Shivering Sea…a simple way to destroy your fleet. Let me tell you, he clearly wanted you dead. For a long time. He has had some trouble finding your home because of all these walls and red priests you have there keeping his powers out but let me tell you…you better believe we have told him how to get to you now…it shouldn't be long until he burns down all of Valyria. Seven hells, maybe he can even bring that volcano to explode."

Daenerys was shocked. She stared at the ground, completely and utterly destroyed. He was right. All of them were right. There was no way Bran couldn't find them now. They had made the fatal error of trusting these fools…and there was nothing she could do to change it. Unless she broke free.

"You see, Daenerys…you have lost." He forces her once again to look back at him. "You are going to lose your kingdom. You're going to lose who you were, and after. Hell, if we can do it, we will even make you lose that baby you have. Admit it. Admit to us that you have lost."

She glares angrily at him at his words, before suddenly banging her head so hard against his own he falls to the ground. He yelps from the hit and glares at her. Her mind stung with pain, but she doesn't move her gaze.

"You will regret this day," she hisses.

Daenar turns to the guard, who then whips her back again. She cries out in pain, cursing under her breath.

"Admit it," the man growls.

She glares at him. "…no."

Another sickling 'crack.' Tears start to escape her.

"Admit it," he repeats, his voice firmer.

Words do not come out this time. But she still shakes her head. Another whip follows, and this time she could smell the stench of blood, starting to drop onto the ground. Whatever it was that they were using, there was something else included on it, something sharp. It was agonizing.

"Admit it!" the man screams angrily when she doesn't speak. He walks over and grabs the whip himself, before cracking it down on her. She buries her head into the ground, her body shaking. "Admit it! Admit it! Admit it!"

Still, she does not speak, only cries against the blood that was now pooling around her. Gods, she prayed her baby was okay. She didn't care about her wellbeing, only the child within her. Her whole entire body felt like it was falling apart.

Daenar shakes his head and drops the whip, before stepping back to where the other three were. He turns his head to the guards. "Don't bother bandaging her up this time…the dwarf was right. It's good to keep her alive. But right now, I don't want to see her in my sights. Take her to the cages."

The guard's brow furrows. "But…that's where the wolf is. I thought you didn't want them together?"

"I don't care. We fucked him up enough that he won't escape."

Daenerys couldn't speak. She couldn't even question what the hell the 'wolf' was. Her whole entire body was seething. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to jump on these men and kill every single last one of them. But she could not move. The pain was far too much.

They lift her up off the ground, barely giving her any remote time to walk, before dragging her out of the tent. The last thing she saw before everything overtook her was Daenar's glare watching her every move, his smirk on his lips. And that was when she realized something.

When she did get out of here, she would be the one to kill him.

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Jon

He wanted to slaughter every single last one of these traitors.

The moment he had seen Daenerys fall off the ship, into the waters down below, he knew he would never be the same. He knew that the moment he broke free from his cell, he would kill every last person he saw that was supporting these fuckers. And now, he still didn't even know if his wife was alive. If she was even breathing.

No, these fuckers had done a good job at hiding that from him. The moment that bloody ice dragon had torn apart his life, his body shut down. And when he woke up again, he was strung up against the wall, being hit and cut to be woken up, and told everything. Every plan these fucking cities had. Every dragonlord they had killed. Every schematic they had had with Bran. Everything.

They were so stupid. They should have razed Westeros to the ground.

A part of him still couldn't believe his brother – or once his brother – would ever support something like this. To fucking kill his whole family. To end an empire that was only beginning to help people. He didn't care what these fucking rich people from these cities thought. He had seen the effect he and Dany had on the common folk. The growth around them. The beauty that had evolved. And yet, all these people wanted was the past. No one wanted to move fucking forward.

Well, he would make sure none of these people got to move forward sooner or later.

Now, he was pacing in the cage he was in, glaring at every person that spat at him or walked past him. All of them, he knew, every single one of them would die by his blade. He'd have to pull a Jaime Lannister, he knew. A way in which he could trick someone, anyone, into getting out of here. Find Blackfyre, and make sure no one lives.

But how? How would he do this? How could he do this? And where was she?

When those leaders had been done tearing into him, he had asked multiple times where she was. He had a feeling originally that she was nowhere near here, but that didn't make sense if every single person that supported this cause, this anger at them, was here. She had to be near him. He could feel it. He could feel her. But there was something wrong. Something was keeping her away.

At one point, he did see Tyrion get walked past to another cell, far away from him. Where Gendry and Arya were, he didn't know either. But as much as he loved his sister, his mind was completely focused on the woman he loved.

Exhaustion overtook him at one point, and he knew that if he didn't sleep, he was going to pass out from it soon enough. So, his body had given in to the wounds they had given him, each piercing mark that they had used to somehow make him listen even though he had wanted to tear off their very limbs bit by bit.

But when he did sleep, he dreamt of a place where they were all dead. And not just that, but the Stark name in Westeros destroyed. He wanted Bran dead. He wanted Sansa banished. He wanted every single one of them pummeled into the ground. He wanted to kill these masters and magisters and council members and send their rotting corpses off to Westeros, before laying waste to every single person there.

And then, of course, his conscious would take over, and he would think of the people who didn't support this. Who didn't want war. He thought of the civilians of these Free Cities, the ones who had no idea that this was happening. He thought about the poor people in the North, who were starving and had nothing else in their lives to live for except for their families. And he thought of the poor fucks who had to live under Bran's rule.

At the end of the day, however, there was nothing he could do. He cared about the innocent people – but he was mad. He was pissed. And sooner or later, he would tear everyone apart.

But, despite those thoughts, no anger broke free when he finally heard the door to his cell open late at night, and a body being thrown in. Jon instantly stands although his body fights against it – the scars and cuts had been getting to him while sitting on his ass this whole time. It was so dark, he couldn't see a single thing except that the frame was small.

"Who are you?" he instantly asks, his voice low and menacing. "Are they throwing in another prisoner to fight me? I'll fucking kill all of you after what you did – go ahead and strike. You won't last long."

The frame moves slightly, their head turning to look up at him. And then, softly, he hears a weak voice call out. "…Jon?"

His whole entire body drops to the ground as he stumbles his way towards the voice, trying to feel for the body in the darkness. Finally, his hands land on the face and he feels himself break. "Oh, Dany, thank the gods," he whispers, pulling her into his arms. She was shaking, clinging onto him. "I thought you were dead…they wouldn't tell me if you were or not, fuck…you're alive, so alive…"

He holds her close, and then feels his brow furrow in confusion when his hands feel something wet from her back. He pulls his fingers to his nose and sniffs, and instantly, his vision turns red.

It was her blood.

"What did those fuckers do to you?!" he whispers fiercely, his tears finally breaking free.

"Jon…"

"I'm going to murder all of them!" he exclaims, his eyes turning back to the cages. "I'll tear these bars down!"

"Jon." Her voice was firm this time, her hand reaching out to find his. He feels his shoulders fall as his head turns back to her. Finally, when a cloud leaves the shining light of the moon, he sees her illuminated face and his heart breaks. Her hair was a matted mess. There was a dirty bandage wrapped around some sort of cut against her skin. There was blood smeared against her cheeks. "Please…just hold me. Don't yell."

Her voice was so weak, so small. This wasn't the Daenerys he was used to. He knew the woman who stood up to men like this. Who faced everything with determination. And now she was so broken. So torn. Her back was bleeding and her body was trembling. But she was alive.

His arms continue to keep her close, his head buried into her neck. She lays her own against his chest, feeling soft tears start to drench his torn garments. His fingers start to run through her matted hair comfortably, trying to untangle all the knots that had formed, to make her feel some sort of normalcy. He hums quietly under his breath, a lullaby he used to hear Catelyn sing to Arya as a little baby, one that always soothed him. He could feel her curl into him, silent sniffles coming from her nose.

"We were so stupid," she suddenly whispers, her voice strained. The moon shines again on her face, and her eyes connect with his own, filled with regret. "We were so naïve…"

"We trusted too easily," he agrees, his hand resting against her cheek. "But never again. I swear to you – we will kill every last person in this camp." Daenerys nods, barely there, but enough so that it filled him with a little bit more confidence in her being okay. He adjusts her so that she was sitting upwards, feeling her cringe at him touching her back lightly. The little movements only fuel his anger. "Come here, my dragon."

Her body shuffles towards him slowly while he rips off a part of his shirt from beneath him. He glances outside. The guards that watched the cell they were in tended to stay a little bit further away – probably because at first, Jon would consistently try to throw dirt at him to get some sort of reaction out of these assholes – but now he needed the guard.

"Guard," he calls out, causing the man to slightly turn his head. "I need water."

The man snorts. "Please. Like I'm going to give you that."

"Why would you hold us back of basic necessities?" he asks, his voice raised. "If you let the prisoners die, quite sure your leaders aren't going to be too happy about that."

The guard was silent. He glances over at him and then at the bars before he leaves a moment after. A minute later he returns with what looked like a small bucket of water, before sliding it through the bars towards Jon. He doesn't say anything but moves away to the other side, letting Jon use it to whatever he wanted.

He sighs and takes the ripped shirt and dips it into the water, before looking at Daenerys. "This is going to hurt, alright?"

"Everything already does, Jon."

He could feel shattering in him. He felt horrible for what she had gone through.

Jon brings the wet clothe up to her lashes and begins to clean them gently. He could see through the dim moonlight that she was clenching her hands over and over again, clearly trying to suppress the pain of something touching against them. So, to try and distract her, he begins to speak. "How did this happen, Dany?"

She sighs and lets her head hang. "They brought me to this war tent with the leaders from each city…they told me everything, about why they were doing what they did, and why it was so important for them to get their slaves back, or whatever it was…then Daenar asked me to admit we had been beaten. I said no. Each time I refused to say it…he would whip me. I think it…it really was just a power thing." She glances behind him, letting out a low sigh once more. "I know you're going to say I was wrong to not admit it, but I couldn't…I have too much pride for something like that."

"No, it's good you didn't," he mutters, his hands moving to her lower back now. "Don't admit to them that they defeated you. They may have won this battle but they're not going to win the war we will wage on these people." He moves the clothe to her face now, moving to look at the cuts. "I thought they weren't even going to put us together."

"Tyrion told me originally that they separated us due to power," she says softly. "But after what they did to me, and apparently what they did to you, it wasn't an issue anymore…what did they do to you, Jon?"

The king bites his lip, glancing at the ground before looking back at his wife. "They did what any leader in a war would do. Tortured me for information. I refused to give it to them." He moves his torn up shirt and places her hands on fresh cuts and wounds. A soft gasp follows, and he could feel her limb shaking from the shock. "It's nothing I haven't been through before…but they wanted to prove a point. That was for sure."

Her hand falls back to the ground and she looks back at him. "Did you see Tyrion at all?"

"I saw him get dragged to another cell," he responds. "I don't know where though…I thought we were going to be taken to different cities but since you're here…that probably means Tyrion is somewhere else, as well as Arya and Gendry."

Her eyes turn to the ground. "And…our men?"

Jon sighs. "They were all killed in the ambush."

"Motherfuckers," she hisses, her hand slamming against the ground. "I can't believe they would do this…all because we wanted to let the common people have some more freedom…sometimes I really hate the people of Essos. They've always been so trapped in tradition…and now look what's happened because of it." She looks up at him and sighs. "I think Westeros might have an issue with that as well if Bran wanted to kill us…if the men told you that."

Jon sighs. "Oh trust me, they told me," he states, shaking his head. "And each time they did, I was still as angry…I truly never thought Bran would do something like this…I mean, an ice dragon? Who even knew those were still around…but he did it. He did all of this and planned it with these men. Even so much so that he gave the fucking plans for scorpions to these soldiers… he really wanted us gone. He still feels we are a threat. So much so, that he teamed up with foreigners."

The moon sends down another bright wave of light onto them, and he could see Daenerys glancing up at him once more. "I didn't think Davos was wrong…I truly thought they wouldn't attack, at least not until after we did this trade with them if they still wanted to."

"I wouldn't blame Davos on this," Jon sighs. "What these men were planning took months for them to come up with. This was probably happening before Davos even found out. Maybe before Tyrion even found out…they were always planning on killing us. I mean, think about back to the Leviathan. I'm almost positive he wanted us dead then, too…it's just who Bran is now. We can try to think he hasn't changed but in reality…he's a monster."

"Then what do we do, Jon?"

Her question stops him in his tracks, while her hands search for his own in the dark. Her eyes staring into his own, a million quandaries racing through them.

"What do we do with everything we were planning? What do we do with the people who are needing? The North? Everything? Do we just let all of them die? Do we run? I don't know what to do anymore. I want to help but they – at least the king – wants us gone."

Jon holds her hand tightly, glancing out at the fires in the distance of the men camping. A slow and steady breath leaves him, one filled with hot air and anger.

"First, we get out of this cage," he states quietly, his voice even. "We slaughter every single person in this camp. We make sure their blood spills onto whatever land this is. Then, we take those masters and bring them back to Valyria, sending their mutilated corpses back to Bran in Westeros. After that, we do what we should have done from the beginning of all of this." He looks over at Dany again. "We declare war with Westeros."

He could feel her hand tighten against his own, the clear fear in the small gesture. But she knew it was what had to be done. If they kept getting hit like this, pretending that their union was all-powerful and that no one could harm the dragons, they would be dead in a matter of a year. They needed to be smart. They needed to be quick. And this was the best way to do so. To take out the threat that was constantly staring at them through their backs.

So, after a moment of silence, he sees her nod, an expression of determination filling into her gaze. "Then let's do that…but first, we need our swords."

"I know," Jon mutters, shaking his head, glancing outside. "That guard probably has the keys to this gate…maybe, for now, we need to let our wounds heal, and then tomorrow at night, we strike while they feel they have the upper hand. Let them think they've won. And then, we end this the way it should have ended." He pulls her against him, and for the first time since he had touched her, his hand ghosts back her growing stomach. He feels his heart drop. "Is…is the babe okay?"

He feels her sigh against him. "I don't know, Jon…I don't feel any pain. Nothing wrong has happened. But for now, we can only pray that it's alright."

His hands rest against it, her own head on his chest, her breathing turning slow. "I think they're a fighter," he says gently. "They're going to be perfectly fine."

"I hope you're right, Jon…truly."

---

Dan and Daemon

She nearly screams when she wakes up in her bed, sweat beading down her forehead, her voice scratchy and used and her body shaking from the fear that had swept through her only moments before. There had been water washing over her, drowning her almost, something burning her skin, a different kind of flame than the one she had produced before.

It consumed her, enveloped her. She had been dragged down to the depths of something.

And then screaming. Pain. A gash so bad against her back that it had her writhing on the furs before her body had finally forced her to wake up. But all she could do was stare outside, thinking of each image she had seen.

Something was wrong. Someone was in trouble.

Ever since Dan's parents had left to go on their trip to Qarth, she had been having these strange feelings of doubt about the trip. Every single time they had traveled, it had been to somewhere that could end horribly. And now, those feelings had been increasing each day, all until this one dream took over.

Her brother, as well as Zaevar, had been training earlier. It had tired her out, so a midday nap seemed to be the best bet for her to relax and rejuvenate so she could join them again. She had a feeling another nap, however, would not help fix the emotions that had stirred deep within her.

Dan quickly and quietly got out of her bed before placing her cloak back on her, having one spot in mind: mother's solar. She knew that all of the letters she received went to there, while war plans tended to go to her father's. But if there was something wrong with this trade deal they had gone along with, it would be in hers.

As she walked through the halls, making sure to wave hello to any handmaidens that past her, she tried to keep a sound mind and stay focused so she didn't get distracted as easily as she normally would. However, as she walked through the halls, heading towards the solar that was so close and yet so far, someone reached out and grabbed her arm. The movement stilled her and she looked to her side, only seeing Daemon staring at her with a concerned expression.

"Hey, you're up," he says, but doesn't move his arm. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Dan, you're a terrible liar," he chuckles, causing her to sigh. "I can always tell when something is wrong – it's a twin thing. What's going on?" She swallows and glances at the ground as he lets go of her arm before she turns her gaze back to him.

"I think mother and father might be in trouble." At Daemon's raised brow, she continues. "It's not that I know they are, I just have a feeling…there were all these dreams and this one I had during my nap, it…it really got to me. I only want to look at the letter. See if there's…something going on with it."

"You mean…use your power." After those words, she nods. "Dan, the last time you used it-"

"I know, I know," she sighs. "But we have no choice. I have a really bad feeling about what's happening and I just want to see if I'm being paranoid or not. That's all."

"What about paranoia?"

Dan turns her head to see Zaevar and Mae approaching her. Both looked like they had been sweating and practicing, most likely from training for the last hour while Dan had slept. She was proud of her older sister for picking up the sword so easily. Since Mae was the only one out of the five without any kind of sorcery, she had to make sure she was prepared for anything.

"Dan's been having bad dreams about mother and father," Daemon explains. "She wants to use her old power to look through a lens of sorts – make sure that nothing horrible is happening to them."

"Oh, you mean your past-seeing power?" Mae asks, to which Dan nods. "Are you sure you're okay to use that? Daemon's told me the stories."

"Yeah, I don't know about that, Dan," Zaevar mutters.

The princess lets out a long groan. "I know it sounds dangerous – you think I want to use it?" she snaps at the three. "Every single time I even remotely wonder about it, I remember I almost died. But these are our parents. Our blood, and the people who saved you two and Nesy. We love them and care for them and I don't know about you, but I don't want them to die anytime soon. Do you?"

"Of course not." "No." "Why would you even think that?" all three of them respond at the same time. Dan lets out a huff.

"Good. Then can you at least support me and help me get to mother's solar? We have to see if something is wrong."

The children share a glance at each other before nodding, and together, all four of them head off towards the solar once more. Once they reach the outside of the stone door, Dan pushes it open first, expecting to see no one in there. However, as soon as she steps inside, there were four bodies within.

Eleana was sat on the desk with Taevar, overlooking what seemed to be more letters from some of the Free Cities, while Davos was playing with Nesara on the ground. All four heads turned to look at the children as they walked in. Nesara smiled brightly and ran over to her siblings, hugging Mae tightly. "You're here to play!"

"Not necessarily, Nesy," Mae says gently.

Davos' brow furrows. "What is wrong? All four of you being in here can't be a good sign."

Daemon turns to Dan, nodding at her, telling the girl to go on. She sighs and looks over at Taevar, who seemed concerned at their actions. "I…think mother and father might be in trouble. The imp and Aunt Arya as well – and Gendry. Well, all of them, really."

Davos looks to Taevar and Eleana, who were both silent. Eleana steps forward first. "Why do you think they are in trouble?"

Dan goes on to explain how her dreams have been happening, making sure not to leave out any detail, from the drowning to the heat to everything else in between. By the time she was finished, she could see the concerned looks overtake all three of the adult's faces, looking over at each other. Dan raises an eyebrow when silence follows. "Well? What's going on?"

Taevar sighs and glances over at Dan. "I assume we have to make sure you are included in what is going on if you're going to rule one day…we've been getting letters from the Free Cities."

Daemon's brow furrows. "Good letters?"

"Well…no. Bad ones," Eleana admits. "Many of them have said that they have noticed some of their dragonlords – as well as their dragons – have gone missing. Others have said many of their men were taken away for some mission that we proposed on them, to take more land for their cities, and they are growing concerned…we've been getting the same letters over and over again."

"See, I knew something was up," Dan mutters before walking over to the letters. "Davos, where is the letter from Qarth?"

"Um…" The old man stands up from the toys on the ground before walking over to a cabinet, fumbling through pieces of parchment before picking out the one with the Qarth sigil on it. "There we are – so many letters these two receive in a day, hard to keep track of them all. Why do you need it?"

"I'm going to use my power," she says softly, causing the adults to look at her in surprise. "Before any of you ask if I'm sure, I am. I know that is' scary and that I have no idea what could happen, but right now my fear is overtaking me and I want to know if my mother and father might be dead out there because they're both too nice and too trusting with the people of Essos…they don't get that people want them dead here, too."

"I think they understand that," Taevar states gently. "But at the end of the day, no one has truly questioned their rule since Meereen. They might have gotten comfortable."

Dan glances at the letter, letting out a slow, steady breath before she turns to look at Daemon. "If something starts to happen to me…please pull me out of whatever this is. I can't afford to let this ruin me again."

Daemon nods. "You have my word, sister."

Dan nods once more and glances at the letter. She takes a couple more steady, deep breaths, trying to calm herself down and focus on the words. She stares, reading them gently, reading them quietly, reading them as if they were her last lifeline between this world and the next before suddenly, she's shot forward, everything turning black, that queasiness that she hadn't felt in a long time returning to her body, filling her up. Her head spun, her eyes hurt, her body shook.

And then suddenly, she was in a large room.

It was dark and dim. The roof was falling apart. There were men at the edges, guarding the windows and doors. They were all wearing different sigils of the houses from the Free Cities, watching what looked to be some sort of exchange in the front. She turns her gaze and follows theirs before it lands on three men.

One of which she recognized from the wedding, the Tyroshi man. But the same grin that had apparently brought the man so much joy at the wedding was not the same one that she saw now. This one was menacing, full of anger and promise of fear. One that sent a shiver down Dan's spine.

Her eyes move to the other men now, who had the same look of anger on their faces before she then turns to where someone sat at the very front his eyes watching the three men carefully. And it was then that she realized with a start – it was Bran Stark. It was the king.

He looked extremely different from the last vision she had seen. His hair had grown by much, and he had some sort of beard on now. He still sat in that wheelchair of his, but it almost seemed that he had…what, better posture than before? It was strange. It was almost like the chair…fit him well.

His hands rested against the arms, staring the men down. 'You wished to have a meeting with the king and in your darkest hour, you instead stand there, staring?'

The man from Tyrosh blinks before stepping forward. 'I'm sorry for staring, your grace. We have heard tales of what you have done in the past…a rumor in which you took down the Targaryen's single-handedly back then. We would like that power now.'

Bran raises an eyebrow at his words. 'My power? For what?'

'We know that you can see what has happened in Essos,' the man states gently. 'How the Targaryen's have been reborn, how they took Meereen – even if you didn't see it because of their magic, you had to have heard about it now.'

Bran was quiet, his eyes watching the men curiously before he leans forward. 'Yes, I have heard of the certain…unrest that the Targaryen's have been bringing Essos lately.'

'Forgive me, your grace,' the man states again. 'But if I recall, I heard that the Targaryen king was…your brother?'

Bran sighs. 'Yes, he was my brother, for a time…he grew up thinking he was a bastard, but things tend to happen to someone when they are told they are the heir to a throne…quite the difference.' He raises an eyebrow at him. 'And yes to your other…quandary. I did bring down the two Targaryen's, with some help. However, it seems that one of the people who did help me back then has decided to switch sides.'

'Who?'

'A dwarf by the name of Tyrion Lannister,' Bran states. 'He and one of my other men, my Master of Ships, took off late last night to bring peace…what he doesn't understand is that the Targaryen's only bring darkness to the realm. They can not live and rule at the same time. That's not how life works…the only way we can have peace is if they are dead.' He looks over at the men again. 'What have they done to you in the Free Cities? I know they destroyed Slaver's Bay.'

'They didn't destroy it, they rebuilt it!' Dan thinks angrily but keeps it to herself. She was still confused about whether or not people could hear her in these visions.

'Tore it to pieces,' the magister states. 'It's a shadow of its former self. And now, she's…she's taking away our slaves, the one thing all of our cities thrive on. She was offering help but we don't want her to take away the one thing we have relied on for years. The backs of our economic system are from these people and-'

Bran raises his hand, an effective way of shutting up the magister. He stares at Bran as the king's eyes connect with his own. 'So she's taking away your cities way of economic prosperity?'

'Yes,' another magister states. 'We do know that there is some unrest, but there has to be a way around it without stealing what we hold to our hearts.'

Bran nods, bringing a hand to his face. 'How about we do this…you play along with their…antics for however long you can,' he begins, nodding at one of his men to wheel him closer. 'You act as if you are perfectly alright with them taking your slaves.'

'But we-'

'Let the king finish,' Bran snaps at him, and Dan raises an eyebrow in shock. Her father had always told her that Bran never had any emotion after what happened to him. Maybe something had changed. 'As I was saying, you act as if nothing is wrong. And then, after a couple of months, we strike. I assume that she had sent people to your cities to check in on you?'

'Yes,' one of the men say. 'Dragonlords like her and her husband. Those who came with dragons to kill anyone who stops us from doing what we want. Coming here was a risk itself. We could have been killed but we told them that we were doing a trade deal…it was the only way to find help.'

Bran hmms. 'Then that is where we strike first. You know I have this…warging power. This ability to step into the minds of animals…it's translated to more than just that. Into dragons. Powerful beasts. I can see the look in your eyes – no, I am not going to be stealing the dragon's from Daenerys or the dragonlords.' Instantly, Dan could see their faces drop. 'But…I can summon my own from the Shivering Sea…an Ice Dragon, one's that are even bigger than the fire-breathers. From there, we can kill your dragonlords, as well as their dragons.'

'That's amazing,' the man whispers. 'But how would we lure the lords out there?'

'Just say you want to work on something with them – if they are the dragon queen's men, they are surely going to want to keep the peace as much as possible. Take them to a secluded area, and then we can kill them with the dragon – or, with these.' He snaps his fingers at another guard, who rushes over to the three men with what looked like parchment plans. Dan gets a good look at them, stepping forward only slightly to feel her heart race. They were scorpion plans. 'This is what the former queen here used against her dragon beforehand. It killed one of them. It can kill the others.'

The three men smile evilly, looking to Bran. 'Alright,' one of them states. 'So then the dragonlords are out of the way – what happens next?'

'We lure the king and queen there,' Bran states. 'Somewhere that isn't the cities – have them think that it is but, in reality, it's an open field. You don't want to kill them in front of your citizens, not yet. Send them a message, from…Qarth. It's an area that Daenerys is familiar with, somewhere she left a lot of people to die. She'll feel bad, and want to improve relations there. You can sign it even with your magic from Qohor that you have – use their handwriting. It'll be the perfect ploy. They want to enlarge her army as much as possible – this can be it. And make sure you state that it only be her and her husband – that way, there will be no threat of dragons, or men, or anything else. An easy take out. Once they are far along the sea, we strike. I take down the ship with the dragon, you kill anyone else with your own men. They are killed or captured – as quickly as that.'

The three men stare in shock and surprise, all seeming to take in the plan. Dan, meanwhile, felt herself start to shake. She knew that something was up. They were in danger.

'What do you want in return, your grace? You will have our everlasting support,' the Tyrosh man swear, kneeling to the ground. The Qohor and the Norvos man follow, both falling to the feet of the king. Bran waves his hand dismissively.

'You owe me nothing except their heads. Kill the Targaryen's and I will send you any aid that you need.'

Tyrosh man glances up. 'If you don't mind me asking, your grace…we have heard Westeros is running out of supplies. What makes you think that you can give some to us?'

Bran snorts. 'The poor people are running out of supplies. King's Landing has more supplies than any other capital in the world – we only keep it hidden and delegate to the people who deserve it, not the common folk or small folk that run amok. Keep it for the highly elite – and if you can kill the Targaryen's, then you are considered that.'

The men stand again, bowing their heads. 'We will not let you down, your grace. You will have the heads of all of them.'

Bran smiles, one that sent shivers down Dan's spine, one that almost looked straight into her being. 'Good. I don't like to be disappointed.'

Dan's eyes suddenly open and she falls back to the ground, clutching her head. Instantly she felt arms around her, yelling at her until the voice suddenly makes it way into her head. She opens her eyes and sees a concerned Zaevar, his brow furrowed. "What happened? What is going on?"

Dan swallows and looks to the rest of them. Nesara had been hiding behind Mae, seemingly scared at her reaction. Daemon and the other two eldest stared at her in shock, while the adults all seemed perplexed. Dan swallows and then holds out her hand.

"My head might regret this…but you need to see what I saw," she whispers painfully, looking up. "Step into my mind."

Zaevar's brow furrows. "Is this safe?"

Dan rolls her eyes. "Just do it."

---

By the time she had finished showing every single person what she had witnessed in the throne room, Dan felt like she was going to vomit. Truly.

Every single part of her body wanted to cave in and fall apart. She knew that showing it to each person would be a struggle – especially considering she hadn't used this power in she didn't know how long now – but it had to be done.

The last person she had shown was Eleana, and by the time she finished with that vision, she was laying on the ground, her head in her hands. Daemon had taken a spot next to her to make sure that she was alive and breathing, rubbing her back, while the children were pacing back and forth.

"What the hell do we do?" Zaevar asks, turning his gaze to the adults in the room. "Do we go after them? We have to help them."

"No," Davos says gently. "We can't bring all of you to go save them – that's too dangerous. We don't know how big their armies are. For all we understand, their cities combined could be twice as large as our own."

"We can't just sit back and let them be hurt, though," Taevar states, his voice firm. "We all saw the same vision – they want to kill them. We don't know how long they have before something happens. We need to strike now."

"How?"

"The dragons," Mae says calmly from where she stood. Nesara was next to her, holding onto her sister's hand. "If you take the dragons to where they are, they won't know that we know. They'll have the element of surprise – just like Meereen. You can burn through their armies and their leaders. Since we know about the scorpions…hopefully, it shouldn't be too bad getting through all of them that they have there."

Dan finally raises her head from her hands, pushing down the urge to hurl up all her remains from breakfast this morning. "If we do take the dragons, who will stay here?"

Mae bites her lip and then nods to herself. "Nesara and I will stay. She's far too young to experience that and I'm still learning how to use the sword. If Zaevar wants to go, he can go."

Zaevar sighs. "I don't want to leave you behind, though."

Dan and Daemon share a glance at each other before her brother helps her stand. "You three, stay here." It was the first time she had really commanded anything. "Daemon and I have the same skillset as you three. We can at least help them out while on the dragons while you can hold the fort down. Davos and Taevar can come with us. Taevar has another dragon we can take."

Taevar's brow raises. "First of all, I don't know how comfortable your mother and father would be if we allowed you to go into battle, and secondly, about riding a dragon, either."

"Father's been giving us lessons, as well as mother in her free time," Daemon explains. "We know how to ride Visenya and Jorharion. And you have your own. Davos can ride with you – if you're alright mounting a dragon, that is."

Davos shrugs. "It has to be done, doesn't it? They're in danger."

"See? He gets it."

Taevar sighs. "I'm only putting it out here because I know how they feel about you entering into a battle at your age."

Dan bites her lip and glances outside. "We have no choice. You and Tyrion may want peace, but clearly Bran does not. And if the Targaryen's have any chance of staying alive, we have to work together. There's no other way around this…it's something we were all going to have to enter into at some point anyway."

Taevar looks to the two of them, seemingly trying to figure out if it was worth the risk, before sighing, this one long and tiring. "Fine, but you have to stay with us. Only attack when I say we are good to go." Dan nods, watching as Taevar glances outside. "I'm going to go tell Rhaemon and Kinvara…they have to know just as well, but we need adults to keep the fort watched too. But we keep this on the low until someone from the other Free Cities speaks on it, or the king and queen themselves make a statement. Do you hear me?"

The children nod. Taevar takes off a moment after that, heading towards the outside. Dan looks over at Eleana, who had been silent for a good portion. "Are you alright?"

Eleana blinks before looking back at Dan and then swallows calmly. "I'm fine…I just didn't expect to see so much." She runs a hand through her hair and then glances outside. "If you two are going off to save them, I'll stay here with the children. Make sure someone is still running the castle while you are away."

Dan nods as she turns to look over at her siblings. "Are you sure you don't want to come?"

Zaevar nods his head. "Positive. Someone has to stay. And I don't want to leave them alone."

"Just promise to bring mother and father back home in one piece," Mae points out.

Dan bites her lip to stop herself from cursing after a moment. "We're going to try to, that's for sure." She looks down at Nesara, who looked so confused and scared. Daemon squeezes his twin's shoulder before leaning down to get to Nesy's height.

"Don't worry. We're going to be home soon."

"What's going on?" she asks, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Mama and papa have gotten themselves into trouble," Daemon explains gently. "We're going to go and get them out. And then when they get home, they're going to give you all the cuddles and kisses that you want. Does that sound good?"

Nesara nods after a moment, still seeming scared. "Get home safely," she murmurs.

Daemon sighs and hugs the girl. "We'll try to." He stands once he pulls back and hugs the other two, while Dan follows, making sure it lasts long. She needed them to know that even though they were going off to do this, they were appreciated just as much. If not, more.

And if they did die for some reason…at least her siblings knew they loved them.

---

They arrive down at the dragon pit a little bit later after having told Rhaemon and Kinvara, both of which had seemed shocked but had agreed to stay behind to look over the castle. The remaining children were there, while Dan and Daemon had arrived down to ride on Visenya and Jorharion.

Taevar helped Davos onto his own dragon, Mirayes, seeing the old man's eyes widen in shock but delight. "This is the strangest thing I have ever done."

"Just wait, old man, it gets stranger in Valyria," Taevar states before he turns his gaze to where the children were, approaching their dragons. "Let's take to the sky as quickly as possible! Do you have a visual of where the armies are, Dan?"

She nods gently. "In the memory, they said that they wanted the army to meet somewhere the three cities could travel to that was near water. I have a good idea of where that could be. Just follow Visenya." She approaches the beautiful red dragon, scratching the side of its nose with a soft smile. "Hey, girl."

The dragon lets out a huff of air, almost like a greeting to her. She glances over at Daemon, who was climbing onto the back of Jorharion, holding onto the scales.

"Isn't it amazing that our own dragons are going to be the sizes of these one day?"

"It is, truly." Daemon looks over at her once he settles on the dragon's back. "But if we're going to witness that day, we need to leave now."

Dan sighs and nods. "I know…I know." She glances back at the castle. "Do you think I should bring the direwolves?"

Daemon snorts. "I don't know how much use they would be in a battle that's going to require a lot of fire. Besides, father is quite particular about wanting to keep Ghost as far away from the action as possible for now. I have a feeling that'll change though once we return."

Dan nods. "True. Alright then." She grasps onto the side of Visenya, using her wing to help her climb as quickly as she could onto the beautiful creature. She holds onto her tightly, looking over at Taevar. Davos was clutching onto the back of the dragon, ready to take off. "What is it that father said to say to fly?"

Daemon raises an eyebrow. "Dan, if you can't remember what it was, you shouldn't be flying a bloody dragon."

She rolls her eyes. "I got it, shut up." Her breath was muttered, and she glanced down at the dragon, trying to think of the word. "Um…fuck, what was it? So…Sa…oh! Sōvegon!"

Visenya lets out a mighty screech and then takes off, her wings flapping like two giant bits of air, sending her flying off into the sky. Jorharion and Mirayes were not too far behind, taking off after her, following the dragon's path. Dan smiles brightly as she soars above the clouds of Valyria, her eyes set forward, heading straight towards the path that the ships had taken.

She was riding a fucking dragon!

Her hands itched to burn, to save her family, for her brother and herself to prove that they were worth using. And when they did get them back…hopefully they would be okay.

With her bright smile turning into a determined one, Dan settles forward, her eyes straight ahead, but at her brother soared next to her, she saw him exchange a glance across the way. And when she turns her eyes to her advisors, to Taevar and Davos, two older men that she trusted almost as much as her father, she knew one thing was settled, equal, among all of them.

They would not allow their family, their legacy, to be killed like this. Not now. Not ever.

And these Free Cities would pay for their betrayal, through what the Targaryen's knew best. Fire and blood.

---

Daenerys

Darkness fell quickly the next day.

It had been hours of planning. The moment she and Jon had agreed that killing everyone here was the best option, their first course of action was figuring out how to get out of the cage without anyone else seeing besides the guard that kept watch. She knew that the guard closest to them had the keys to get in, but it wasn't like they could reach out and grab them.

So, after some time, they finally did settle on a way to get them – one that she wasn't too proud of but it was the quickest way to do so.

When most people were gone and the guard was the only one around the cage, they took it into action. Dany collapsed onto the ground, pretending to be completely unconscious. She could hear Jon yell to the guard, trying to get his attention. And finally, there were footsteps, followed by the strong accent of a Tyroshi man.

"What is it, kingly?" the man asks smugly.

"The queen has collapsed – something is wrong with her," Jon speaks frantically. "I don't know what's happened – maybe it's the baby or her wounds or something else – but she needs help, now!"

The man rolls his eyes. "We don't even want her alive in the first place-"

"But your leaders do – are you this daft?" Jon snaps angrily. "They will kill you if they find out you let her die – do you want that?"

There was a solid pause from the man, who quietly cleared his throat. A moment later, the door opens and she feels something leaning over her – most likely the guard, who was checking to make sure she was hurt. Before he could even question, however, the presence was taken away within moments.

Daenerys opens her eyes to find Jon's arms wrapped tightly around the man's neck, pulling him to the ground. The guard was clearly struggling for air, his hands clawing at Jon's arms, trying to get something over him, but Jon was much stronger. Within seconds, he suddenly breaks the man's neck, a sickening crack following.

The guard slumps onto the ground, dead. Blood trickles out of his mouth.

Jon looks over to her, helping her stand. "Are you alright? Everything is good?"

Daenerys nods, standing slowly. Her back was still aching from the day prior, but not as bad as she originally thought. "I'm alright, Jon…let's just find our swords."

Jon nods, helping her out of the cage, the dead body of the guard left behind them. Daenerys kept a cool head while walking with him, her hand holding his, making sure to look around at every moment. She knew that if they made one wrong move, it was going to be game over, and they would be killed in an instant. But she knew how she and he worked. They had made it through enough together at this point that anything was possible.

They swerve their way through the backs of the soldier's camps, hearing them talk in High Valyrian occasionally, some spitting or singing song. It disgusted Daenerys that all of these soldiers were here because they supported the reinstatement of slavery. She and Jon had visited Tyrosh, while the dragonlords had still been alive…everyone there, all the commoners and everyone else, loved that it was happening.

Just goes to show what you don't see behind closed curtains.

Jon helps Daenerys kneel when they get to a large tent, and he peeks inside. She follows his gaze, seeing that there were three men, all standing around the table. Jon bites his lip as he looks at the table, and she follows his gaze. There against the wood were both of their swords, Dark Sister and Blackfyre.

"What do we do? We have no weapons," she whispers.

Jon was quiet for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration before he glances around them. Quietly, he lures another soldier out, throwing something off into the distance to make a sound. He watches as the man follows it, looking around curiously before Jon snakes up and tackles him to the ground, using the same maneuver he had used on the guard before. He dies within minutes, and Jon steals the man's two knives that he had kept in his holster, before handing one of Daenerys.

"Distract the guards – throw something to make them all look the other way. When they're turning, we jump up and kill the two first. When the third turns back, he'll be shocked and then we'll take the moment of surprise to kill him as well."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "This doesn't seem very honorable, Jon Snow."

Jon's brow raises back in return. "When have I been honorable since being king? That's been thrown out the window now. All I care about is getting you back to safety and killing these people. Now, are you going to follow my lead?"

"Of course, my love."

She grabs a spare rock on the ground in the meantime, before throwing it off in the direction the guards were already looking in. As soon as it crashed into what seemed to be another tent, breaking glass on the inside, the men's heads turn. Jon and Daenerys sneak inside as quickly as they could before they both jump up and stab the two men in the neck.

They pull them to the ground and both cover their mouths, stifling their sounds of pain while blood gurgled out of their skin. Seconds later, they were dead on the floor. Jon glances at the feet of the third soldier, who had now turned back and was staring at the disappearance of the men.

"Grenyo?" the man grunts, assumingly the name of one of the soldiers. Daenerys waits near the edge of the table, watching as the men's feet emerge from around the corner. He stops and stares in shock, and as soon as he opens his mouth, Dany breaks from her hiding spot and stabs the man multiple times in the neck. The blood splatters onto her torn clothes, all around her skin, and on the ground, but he falls, dead.

When she was sure he was gone, she lets the man drop and looks over at Jon, who was staring at her in astonishment. "I didn't think you would kill him."

"There's a lot of things I'm willing to do to get back to my children," she whispers, looking over at him.

Jon gently stands and takes her hand, moving her away from the entrance of the tent from peaking eyes. "I know. And we will return to them soon." He glances outside and sighs. "I don't know how much we are going to be able to do without our dragons…killing everyone here might have been a bit of an exaggeration." He looks back to her, his hand still keeping hers close. "But we will get out of here."

She nods quietly as he finally lets go of her hand, grabbing Blackfyre and holding it tightly. Daenerys walks to the other side, but just as her fingers wrap around the edge of the sword, she feels a small movement within her. One that made her nearly drop it to the ground.

"Jon," she whispers in shock, causing him to look over at her after cleaning the sword quickly.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asks quickly, coming to her side.

"Nothing…absolutely nothing." Daenerys grabs his hand and places it gently against her bump. His brow furrows in confusion before he feels it too, and his expression completely melts. A small kick. One that was light, but was there all the same.

He looks back at her, seeing the look of joy and happiness that had overtaken her. Their baby was safe.

"And now we have even more of a reason to get out of here," he whispers to her gently. "We will get home safely."

She nods softly, trying to push away the joy she felt for the moment and return back to the seriousness of the situation. She again holds Dark Sister once more in her hands, almost instantly feeling some sort of power return to her the moment it fell into her grasp once more. Daenerys looks to Jon, who had Blackfyre in his hands, holding it tightly, proudly, before nodding at her.

Suddenly, the back tent opens and Daenerys looks over to see another guard. "Jon!" she calls out, and he aims his sword instantly at the man's throat.

They raise their hands in defense, their eyes wide. "Don't hurt me!" the person instantly says, and Jon recognizes the difference in the voice. It wasn't a full man's voice. His brow furrows as he lowers the sword, and as soon as he does, he watches as Arya removes the face she had stolen, revealing herself.

Jon groans. "By the gods, Arya, I could have killed you!" he whispers fiercely to her. "Using all that magic nonsense!"

"I'm sorry," she whispers back, her eyes narrowed. "But I had no choice – it was how we got away from our cells!"

Daenerys' brow furrows. "Where is Gendry?"

At that moment, the side of the tent flap opens up again, and Gendry comes in with the hammer that he used on a regular to battle. He nods at them, a surprised look on his face. "Well, hello there."

"How did you two get out?" Jon asks.

Arya turns to Gendry. "Broke the lock," he says simply. "Your cage must have been tougher to get out of – our lock was flimsy."

"Once he broke it, I killed the guard near us – took his face and hid. Was going to come in here to get your swords, and then get you out." Jon lets out a low breath, looking over at Daenerys.

"We figured out a way ourselves," she states quietly, glancing back at the bodies on the ground.

"I can see that. Are you alright? We haven't seen you since the shipwreck."

Daenerys sighs and nods. "I'm fine…flustered and whipped, but fine."

"Whipped?!" Arya hisses. "Oh, these motherfuckers are going to die."

Jon stops the girl before she storms out of the tent. "Hold on, sister," he chastises her, causing her to glare angrily at him for halting her actions. "I know, you're a killer – but we can't just storm out there, not with just the four of us. We need to be quiet and quick about this."

Arya rolls her eyes but grunts. "I know…I just want to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible." There was a sudden talking conversation that passed them and all four quickly kneeled down, trying to hide their shadows. Luckily, no one walked into the tent – most of the soldiers seemed to be drunk enough where they didn't hear a peep.

For safety reasons, the four continue to stay on the floor, trying to formulize where to go next. "Has anyone see Tyrion?" Daenerys asks.

"Who cares?" Arya asks. "Hopefully, the little imp is dead."

Daenerys sighs. "That imp saved my life."

Jon's brow furrows as he glances back at her. "What do you mean?"

"When they first brought me ashore, apparently they just wanted to kill me and keep you alive…but Tyrion spoke otherwise. His words stopped them from putting a malett in my head," she mutters before looking back at them. "Whatever does happen tonight, I have to make sure he is at least freed – I don't want his death to be by our traitors."

Arya sighs and nods. "Alright…I'll make it a priority to get to him." Daenerys nods her head in thanks. "But at the end of the day, he isn't the first step for us – we need to kill all of these men, one way or another."

Gendry glances outside at the soldiers and then at the sky before his eyes went wide. Jon's brow furrowed in confusion. "Gendry, what is it?"

"Uh – think we won't need to be discreet anymore."

Before anyone could question what he meant, there was a sudden screech from the sky. And not just one – three. All of different pitches, that lit up the air around them, the ground vibrating, causing the soldiers outside to scream. Jon and Daenerys run out first, with Arya right behind them, before they stand shocked still at what they saw.

It was dragons. Their dragons. Jorharion and Visenya, along with…was that Taevar's? And Davos was riding on the back of it…by the gods, her children were on the dragons.

"Jon!" she whispers fiercely, pointing up towards where Visenya flew over the soldiers. He follows her gaze and his eyes widen before he looks to who was flying on Jorharion as well. It was Dan and Daemon. Both of them, on dragons – and within seconds, they were breathing fire onto the scorpions below them.

And as Daenerys watched them, she couldn't help but wonder how in the world they had figured out they were here. Until she realized…Dan's power.

She had used it. Against her own judgment, against her fear…she had used it because she knew something was wrong.

Her daughter continued to amaze her.

"Chastise later – fight now," she reminds herself, holding Dark Sister close to her. She turns to Arya and Gendry. "Find Tyrion. Jon and I will deal with these soldiers until our children land." The couple nods before taking off behind the scenes, fire being sent to tents, causing soldiers to run in the other direction out of pure shock. She turns to Jon. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as ever."

"Good."

Daenerys holds Dark Sister tightly, her eyes narrowed as she steps forward into the light with Jon. Within seconds, soldiers begin to notice her, and one swings their sword, deep and quick, aiming for her heart. Another goes for Jon's head.

And that's only where her slaughter begins.

Daenerys had never considered herself a painful person. When she ahd requested from Jon all those years ago to learn how to use the sword, she had originally only wanted to learn so she had a way to protect herself if her dragons failed her. But now, she understood why so many men used it. Why so many men adored it. There was power in holding it. And she felt it now.

With each slice that she sent flying at the men that would approach her, she would cut them down. Blood would come tumbling out of their skin onto the ground beneath them, spreading onto her body as well, getting matted into her hair. The heat from the fire above them almost illuminated her kills within the dark night sky. It was like an avalanche of violence.

Men from all over came at her, but she dodged and side-swept each one. One particular move that Jon had taught her saved her life – a soldier swung his sword at her side but she quickly turned around to the soldier's back as she dodged, slamming her sword into his skin from behind. She was knocked down but she got back up. She was cut but she hit twice as hard.

With each strike, she felt even more power enter into her. And not just that, but much much more rage. How dare Bran do this? Align himself with the cities that they had come to try and help. Bring her family into this. Bring her children into this.

And as she fought, all she could think about was how amazing it was that this man was doing this to them. Jon had told her stories of Bran when he was younger; when all he wanted to do was climb and learn how to fight. Then, he had fallen from one of their towers, and could never walk again. It was then he started to get these visions that would ultimately lead to what he was now.

She had heard stories of how some Three-Eyed-Ravens had gone corrupt with power, but Jon never thought it would be Bran that ended up being one of them. Little did they know.

She hears a gasp of pain and she quickly turns to see Jon with his own sword battling against a soldier. He had been doing well, with about twenty bodies now at his feet. To Jon, this was no more than a regular battle, trying to survive so he can see the next. He had swept and dodged and bent and braked, all so he could prove that he was the better swordsman. And the blood and guts from the men around him on the ground showed that he was quite indeed the superior fighter.

But right now his knee was on the ground, and he was blocking a hit that went towards his head. Daenerys quickly dodges another blow to her stomach and snaps up, bringing her sword to the neck to the man who tried to kill her, slitting it raw. He holds it as he gurgles, before falling to the ground. Then, she quickly turns and brings her sword across the neck of the man fighting Jon.

Even so, she doesn't just cut it. She cut's the head clean off.

It tumbles to the ground with a thud, the soldier's eyes now dead and empty. Daenerys quickly helps Jon stand. "You're impressing the shit out of me, Dany!" he yells over the destruction, swinging her sword at another guard.

"Praise me when we're safe!" She turns around to see multiple soldiers running at her, and as she raises her sword to take them on, letting out a deep breath and trying to calm every single nerve that went through her, the men stopped suddenly – rigidly, as if their bodies were being controlled.

She pauses and stares in confusion, not lowering her sword but looks around to see what could be causing this. As her eyes search, she realizes with a start that Jorharion was on the ground, resting, while Daemon was not on the back of him.

And then, the men all begin to shake. Blood pours from their noses. Some eyes turn white. Many then collapse onto the ground, dead and gone, while a couple of their heads suddenly implode. Blood goes flying onto the dead grass below them, along with their insides and other forms of guts. Within seconds, each body was on the ground.

When she sees who had done it, she runs forward in shock. Daemon was standing there, his hands raised and blood leaking from his nose. Her arms wrap tightly around her son, who collapses into her arms. He had done that, with his blood sorcery. Nesara must have taught him the power she used on her father that one time.

But Daemon…he clearly had more control. He…gods, the red liquid around them was pooling at her feet. Her son clearly also continued to amaze her.

"Mother," the boy breathes when she pulls back, her hands on his cheeks.

"What are you doing here? Where is your sister?" she asks quickly.

As if answering her call, she suddenly feels a large blast of heat on her left and quickly turns to see Dan had gotten off her own dragon and started to use her fire to keep soldiers back. They scream in agony and pain as their metal suits catch on fire, burning them to a fiery and dark crisp until they collapse.

Jon pulls his sword out from the stomach of one of the last guards that had still managed to get to them, and slices the back of another, letting him fall, before racing over to her and Daemon. "How did you two get here?!" he yells, glancing at the sky where Taevar was still flying with Davos.

"Dan saw what was happening through the note," Daemon explains as the girl comes running over to them, the flames she had emitted burning in the background. "We couldn't just let you guys stay captured…we had to help."

Daenerys sighs and looks at the two of them, shaking her head. "I want to be angry but you're right – we did need you. The dragons were the perfect distraction to kill them. Did Drogon come?" she asks quietly.

As soon as she questions that, she hears a loud screech and a grumbling roar come from behind them. Jon and Daenerys quickly look up to see two more dragons had fallen into the ranks beyond them – Drogon and Jonerys. She stared in shock as the two settled on the ground, breathing fire against the dumb men who came forward to attempt to kill it.

Dan looked just as surprised. "We only left with the three – they must have seen us and followed."

Daenerys let out a low breath before turning to Drogon, who had now settled next to their bodies, breathing heavily. She looks behind at Jon, who had taken a look at Jonerys as well, before looking back to her. Their eyes connect and she knows what they have to do. She turns back to her children, reaching out to Dan and Daemon's hands.

"I know we have kept you two out of battle for a long time," she starts out gently. "For many reasons – but this is the moment where your powers need to keep these men at bay while your father and I get the angle on them. Can you do that for us?"

Daemon and Dan exchange a glance before nodding. "We can definitely do that," Daemon reassures.

"Good." She turns to Jon as she stands. "Let's go."

He knew what she wanted to do. It was what he had wanted to do as well. Both of them head towards the scales of Drogon and Jonerys, who were patiently waiting on the ground. As Daenerys climbs onto Drogon's back, she takes a look back at her children and sees both of them keeping a good hand on the soldiers that ran at them. Daemon halted them with his sorcery, while Dan would use the advantage to burn them while they were stilled. It was a good system.

Which hopefully wouldn't have to last too long.

Daenerys looks over to Jon as she climbs onto Drogon, seeing him settle on Jonerys. She calls out to him. "You say the word first!" The shout gets his attention, and he looks over at her in surprise. "You're a Targaryen – they're taking our home. You end this first. I'll come after."

Jon was quiet for a moment before nodding and then looks back at the ground. She hears him speak to the dragon before it goes flying off into the sky, the sheer force of the wind almost knocking Daenerys off Drogon. She watches as he flies high, to about where Taevar was on his own dragon, before suddenly low bursts of flames emitted from Jonerys' mouth, setting the ground aflame – along with the thousands of soldiers underneath him.

"Sōvegon!" Daenerys quickly exclaims, holding on as Drogon flew off into the air. She quickly gets to Jon's height, nodding at Taevar as she passed, before aiming her dragon downwards. "Dracarys!" she yells out, and quickly, flames erupted from Drogon as well, uniting with Jon's as they burned the army below them.

They screamed and yelled in pain, the burnt smell of skin lingering in the air, wafting into their noses, fueling her on even more. These people had supported an open killing of them. Of their family. Of their kingdom. Of what they had been trying to build. And better yet, they supported that fucking king across the water.

Not anymore.

They kept using the same word, over and over again until there were flames all across the field. At this point, Dan and Daemon had taken cover behind a tree while they did their burning, keeping a hold on any soldiers that did escape, but most were destroyed in the carnage. The grass was black, the air was smoke-filled, and ash covered her body now, from her cheeks to her feet.

She breathes out the word again, burning the tents of the men, the ones who would still be sleeping. Jon does the same, this time heading towards the water and destroying their ships and the sailors on them. They would do it over, and over, and over again, killing each person. The soldiers, the generals, the fighters and thieves, the drunks. All but one tent, where the leaders were.

Those were her own priority.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she reaches the end of the long battlefield of soldiers, counting she didn't know how many bodies. Thousands? Hundreds of thousands? She knew with the combined cities, they had a large army. But it was nothing compared to this, those slick motherfuckers. And if Bran decided to bring his own fucking ice dragons against them, then let him have the rage and blood they would bring on him.

Jon does the last burning, ending their lives quickly, the ones cowering in the corner. She could see the change in his eyes. Maybe in the past, if they had pleaded for mercy, they would have let these men go. Let them return to their families and never be seen again. But this was different. They had spat at them, thrown shit at them, screamed at how horrible they were to take away what they held dearest. And now, they took away their lives.

Gone were the days of letting people go. Now, they killed on sight, for anyone who betrayed them. Mercy was for the innocent. Death was for the guilty.

When the last screams died out, Daenerys was breathing heavily, trying to control her own mind. She quickly flies Drogon over to where her two little dragons were, and then climbs off, running over to them. She hugs them both, her hands tangling into their hair. "I'm so proud of you," she whispers as she pulls back. "Did the others come? Zaevar, Mae, and Nesy?"

"They stayed behind to look over Nesara," Dan explains. "They didn't want her to see…all of this."

Daenerys nods. "Understandably…you two proved yourselves today. Thank you for coming to our aid…we probably wouldn't have made it out without you. We were stupid not to use your power to see."

"Well," she hears from behind her, turning to see Jon land Jonerys and come to their sides. "Just goes to show that even the most innocent of intentions can have their downside... as I said before, we were too trusting. It was one of the first lessons I told Dan – never trust people too easily."

Dan smiles, clearly remembering.

"And I broke that rule. One of the biggest ones in the books." He walks to Daenerys and helps her stand, resting a hand gently on her back. "But now, there will never be any rules broken again."

From the ashes, she watches as two bodies emerge, followed by a smaller one. Arya and Gendry were both covered in soot from head to toe, but there was a small man behind them, not in chains, but breathing heavily. "Where in the name of the seven hells did you get the dragons?" Tyrion asks, his eyes widened.

"My children came with them," Daenerys states simply.

"Gods…bloody Targaryen's," Tyrion mutters, a quiet chuckle escaping him. "But…they did save us all." He glances towards where Drogon stood, looming at him. Tyrion takes a step back. "Think I'll just, uh…stay away from the dragons for now."

"No, you're coming with us," Jon responds, rolling his eyes. "Arya, Gendry, take Tyrion on the back of Jonerys. I'll ride us forward to the leaders' tents. Daemon, Dan." The two twins silently wait, almost as if expecting him to go with their mother. "Get on Visenya and Joharion. We'll meet you two at the gate. Just follow us."

The twins looked surprised at his words but both smile and nod, taking off towards their dragons. Daenerys smiles at Jon, to which he rolls his eyes and shrugs.

"You can't keep them children forever," he admits gently.

"I know – I understand it's hard for you to let them go, but it's in their blood," she explains, grabbing his hand.

Jon sighs but nods. "I know. Something I'm going to have to get used to." The two children take off on their dragons, before Jon climbs his own, helping Arya, Gendry, and a reluctant Tyrion onto Jonerys. The dragon budges after a moment, scaring the shit out of the dwarf who yelped in surprise before clinging onto the scales. Daenerys chuckles a little despite the circumstances and moves onto Drogon.

The dragon takes off within seconds once she says the words, and then all four of them head straight towards the leader tent, the only standing structure left within the mass destruction. The boats were torn apart, the tents were burned up, and the bodies were bloodied and mangled. It was by the grace of the gods that they were able to make it out of this alive with how many men these Free Cities had.

And right then, Daenerys had never been more thankful for her daughter's gift. Hell, even for the gift her son had with blood. It was amazing. The two things that had caused her so many struggles, blood and sorcery, had been what had saved her and Jon's lives.

As they land right outside the leader gate, they see that Davos and Taevar had landed, knowing from the sigil this was where the leaders were. Jon embraces Taevar and Davos before Daenerys does the same. "You didn't have to come as well," Jon says.

"What kind of hand would I be if I wasn't willing to risk myself for the king and queen?" Taevar asks.

Daenerys could see Tyrion's face shift at the comment, glancing away. Arya and Gendry brought him down to the ground, joining them at their sides. "I knew I had to come too," Davos states with a quiet but tired smile. "This was…different. A completely new feeling. I understand why you're always covered in so much ash after each battle, your grace."

The queen chuckles and shakes her head. "It is a messy occupation." She looks over as Visenya and Jorharion land, and the two children climb off a moment later, coming to their sides. Davos shakes his head in shock.

"You two are just as amazing as their parents," Davos compliments. "I applaud you for mastering your craft."

"I wouldn't call is mastering – more like fear-induced sorcery," Dan states, causing Daemon to snort. It was true, though. Daenerys had seen the worry in their eyes. "But thank you. We tried."

Daenerys squeezes her children's shoulders and looks from person to person, and then to her husband. It was time. Jon moves his own gaze to them. "Thank you, each of you, for coming here to aid us. I don't know what we would have done…surely not have killed this whole army like the traitors they are. When we capture these leaders, we ride back to Valyria."

He nods at Taevar and Davos, before turning to Daemon.

"I need you to keep them subdued. Can you do that?"

Daemon nods, following after him while the three men walk in as well. Daenerys stays out with their daughter, making sure the there were no serious cuts on her faces. She could hear the screaming and struggle in the tent, followed by the gasping of air from each as Daemon stopped their blood from moving. "He's gotten quite good with that," Dan says gently as Daenerys wipes away her soot from her eyes.

"I know. It's amazing what he's done…he's becoming as powerful as you." Daenerys sighs and hugs her daughter closely. "No matter what you two do though you'll always be my little dragons."

She could almost feel Dan roll her eyes but a smile comes on her lips against the woman's chest. "I know, mother."

A moment later, Jon, Taevar, and Davos emerge with chains around the leader's bodies, pushing them to the floor. Daenar, Maelon, and Taecedor glare up at her, almost spitting at her feet. Jon comes to her side while Taevar and Davos go to join Arya and Gendry. Daenerys approaches, before letting her foot rest on the back of Daenar.

"It's not nice to be on the other side of the destruction, is it?"

"It's all your Targaryen's bring!" the man snarls at her. "Death and destruction!"

"No. You brought this on yourself," Daenerys states, her voice low. "Our nature is not destruction. It's supposed to be kindness, empathetic, giving lives to people who deserve it…I can't tell you how many people my husband and I have met that have said we are the best thing that has happened to them in centuries. And yet, you and all your dead soldiers now wanted to suppress the needs of people. The freedom that we were trying to provide. It's a shame you couldn't move on, really."

"And now," Taecedor grunts out from where he was on the ground. "The people of these families will never follow you – you killed their fathers! Brothers, sons, uncles…everyone!"

"Perhaps," Jon states from where he stood. "Or, they'll realize how stupid you were to go against the dragons. If I recall, only the people who were here supported your cause…and I'm quite sure if there were others, they wouldn't be the best fighters, would they, if they weren't already here?"

The men were silent, but their glares were not. Daenerys fights back the urge to smile as she lets out a soft sigh, feeling her leg drop to the ground from behind Daenar's back. "Tyrosh, Norvos and Qohor will be under high alert once we arrive back in Valyria. We will be sending every single dragonlord we can to those cities to keep them in line until we feel they can sub-operate again under our rule. Your names and houses will disappear, and hopefully, if the rest of the citizens in your city are smart, they won't agree with this plan you did."

"And what if they do?" Maelon asks.

"Well, take a look around you," Jon simply states. "This was only from us. The couple of us. You can only imagine what will happen if our whole army came."

No words escaped them. Daenerys looks to Arya and Gendry. "Get Tyrion back on the dragon. He's coming back not as a prisoner nor a servant." Tyrion's brow raises in surprise. "Don't act like that. You aren't out of the water yet – but I do owe what little respect of my life I have to you. For now, you'll be treated as such."

Tyrion bows his head. "Thank you, my queen."

Daenerys nods and looks over to Jon, Davos, and Taevar. "Take these men and load them onto the back of Taevar's dragon. We are going to bring them back to Valyria and tell the people what we have witnessed, and what they have done. We will bring justice to these fools, and end this reign of suffering."

Taevar nods, walking over with the other two men to stumble up the torn apart leaders. They curse in their home languages but Daenerys pays them no mind, watching as they moved them towards their creatures. "And what happens after that?" Taevar asks as he threw Daenar onto the back of his dragon. The man lets out a groan as one of the sharp scales impale his side, blood seeping from the wound.

Daenerys looks to Jon, a single agreement crossing their minds as their children went to their own dragons. They couldn't turn back now. They could never return to what they were until the threat was gone.

"We do what we should have done ages ago," Jon responds, turning to Taevar. "We declare war on Westeros."

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About damn time, am I right?

Just to clarify a couple of things:

1) Dan found out about the attack the day Daenerys woke up, so she along with her brother and Taevar and Davos flew to the spot where the army was throughout the day until they reached them, right when Jon and Dany were getting out.

2) In my mind, dragons are pretty quick - I mean, they're basically medieval planes. But for the sake of this story, I'll say the army was staged off the coast of the Red Waste, so that it's about smack in the middle of Valyria and Qarth, and the dragons could get there quicker.

Next chapter will probably be a little slower compared to this craziness, but I think it'll still be just as entertaining. Just to let you all know, I've been overwhelmed with work lately so if chapters are a little shorter (like maybe 15 or 13,000 words instead of 20,000), that's why. I'll still get these chapters out to you relatively quickly though, so stay tuned!

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