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Daenerys

"Oh, fuck, kessa, ȳdra daor keligon!"

They really needed to sail to Naath.

Or at least find someone that could train Daenerys the way that Jon did. Because each time, it ended with them having sex on their bed. Or in their baths. Or occasionally in their private garden. But it wasn't her fault.

It wasn't her fault that for some reason, Jon got all hot and bothered when he watched his wife train with him. It wasn't her fault that he wanted to put his tongue all over her. It wasn't her fault that his hands wanted to make her come everywhere possible.

But it was her fault that she instigated it whenever he wanted it.

So now here they were, on their bed, their training garments strewn across the floor, going at it like two animals who were mating for the first time. She had to admit, though, even though they had been together for gods knew how long at this point, he still made her feel indescribable.

A part of her was almost jealous that she didn't have him all to herself first, that some other girl got to experience his tongue, his kisses, his cock before her. But at the end of the day, she couldn't be jealous over something she couldn't control. But what she could control now was the way that he thrust his manhood up into her.

"Gods, Dany," he groans, burying his head in her neck as he pounded into her, hard and fast. "I'm not going to last long."

"Then come, my king," she purrs into his ear, his hand on her clit. "Come nice and hard for your queen."

That sentence seemed to spawn him on, and he grabbed her hips harder, bringing his cock deep within her walls, sending her to hold onto him to somehow stop herself from falling off. His thumb ran fast circles around her clit, spurring on another orgasm from her already two before, her body overly-sensitive. She cries out, shaking in pleasure as her fingers gripped into his forearms, trying to find something to hold onto.

He pushes himself into her only a couple of times before he was shaking, letting out a grunt of pleasure, a slew of curses into her neck as his own climax took hold. After a moment, she heard steady breathing from him, and he lowers her to the bed, sweating, trying to catch his heart again. He turns to look at her and shakes his head at her smile.

"Don't grin at me, you little minx," he mutters, causing her to gape at him. "You know what you do when you-"

"Oh, don't you dare blame me for you getting turned on at the sight of your wife sparring," she interrupts, leaning on her elbows to look down at his laying form. "That is entirely on you."

Jon rolls his eyes but chuckles. "Alright, alright, I get it…I'm completely in love with my wife." That phrase makes her smile and she leans down, kissing him on his lips, a slow and loving peck, before pulling away. "Even so, this had happened every time we train…someone else needs to train you in the mornings."

"I mean, I don't know about you, but I quite like how the sessions end," she teases.

Jon gives her a pointed look before pulling her gently into his side. "You know I do too but it's not useful…all that time we do doing this could be better spent training with someone who won't, you know…fuck you raw, for lack of a better word."

"Jon," she snorts, her hands coming up to her face to cover her blushing cheeks.

"What? You cannot tell me that I'm wrong," he states, raising an eyebrow at her. "That is most certainly what we are doing here."

"Yes, but you don't need to say it like that," she chastises, but even she couldn't deny the grin that came to her lips. She leans on top of him and looks down, pointing into his chest multiple times as she did. "It's called…making love, or…coupling, or…I don't know."

Jon runs his hands up her hips, looking up at her. "Dany, there's a very clear difference between the way I make love to you, and the way I fuck you. And by the looks of it and the moans of pleasure I hear, you seem to like both equally."

Her cheeks only continue to turn red. He laughs and pulls her down, kissing the top of her head.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to judge you for liking sex the way you do. I wouldn't want it any other way."

Daenerys sighs and glances over at him. "It's just…different, you know? Between the two of us. It always has been."

Jon raises an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well…with some of my past…lovers, I assume is the right word, sex was never what was on my mind. I mean, it was something I had to put up with regarding Drogo for a time because he didn't treat me right at first, and with Daario…it was never really good. Just a distraction from the bigger picture that I had to face – being a queen. Even so, I knew that women were always supposed to be…delicate or sweet or innocent during sex, and men were supposed to be in charge. But I have…never been that with you."

She looks over at him, and he could see his brow raising at her words. "Really? You were like that before?"

"I had to be with Drogo. And with Daario, I never felt…the passion, I suppose. But with you…gods, this is going to sound so bad, but I feel like a whore in brothel." Now that caused Jon to laugh, and while she did love the sound of his laughter, she punched his chest playfully. "I was being honest!"

"No, I'm laughing because-" He pauses to wipe a tear of joy from his eyes, shaking his head with a smile. "I'm laughing because I'm only imagining what my brother would say if he heard the dragon queen, of all people, say that I made her feel like a whore."

Daenerys sighs at his smirk. "Was this a mistake to tell you?"

"No," he chuckles, shaking his head. "No, it's not. If anything, it fills me with pride knowing I'm the only one that's made you scream." He presses a soft kiss to her lips, pulling her closer to his body so that she lay flat on his chest. When he pulls away, however, he nuzzles the tip of her nose before pulling away. "However, as much as I'd like to do this all day, whom we need is coming."

Daenerys sighs but nods, leaning up. "Do you know when she'll be here exactly?"

"Probably sometime around mid-afternoon," Jon states, looking over at his wife. "Are you nervous?"

"What, to see Yara?"

"No. To see him once we sail," Jon responds gently, to which she bites her lip, her back resting against the headboard behind them. "I know that we all collectively agreed that once Yara arrived with her ships, we would begin our journey North, but stop first at Naath to find him. But the day is here…are you feeling alright?"

The dragon queen was quiet for a moment, looking at her questioning husband. She had been trying to push off the thoughts as much as possible lately by training and being around her children, even through helping the people of Valyria. But he was right. Yara was right around the corner with her ships, and that meant their journey would begin.

"I'm…conflicted," she says honestly, looking over at him. "I'm glad to see if we can find him again, all of them… pick up where we left off…but I'm nervous about traveling to Westeros with Bran and everything else there…I'm terrified that even though the red priests have placed their blessings over our men and possibly over the ships, there's still going to be a chance…but there's still a chance here, so we're never truly safe, are we?"

Her voice ends in a mumble, but it was true. When would they ever be free from Bran's control? The only way was to kill him. To end this war before it even began. But no one knew exactly how to do that yet.

She feels Jon grasp her hand tightly before bringing it to his lips, a soft kiss placed at the end of her fingers. "I believe that this will go well."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "That it will go well? How do you know that?"

"I don't know, I just have a feeling."

"The last time you 'had a feeling,' it ended up with that person being burned at the stake. Saeresa was not a good person," she points out.

Jon waves his hand dismissively. "Alright, alright, I take account of that one, but I've learned a lot since then. I know that we've gone through a lot because of that…man, but I feel that we've taken so many precautions, at least on the way there. All we need to do is get Greyworm and then sail North. Simple as that."

"It is most definitely not that simple."

"I know, but I want it to be," he chuckles bitterly, wrapping an arm around her to pull her to his side. "For you and for our family…I suppose it never can be truly until he's…"

She could see the disparity in his eyes, the hindrance. She knew that her husband wanted to end his brother's life because if he was willing to hurt Nesara, an innocent child, there was no telling what he might do. But he still used to be his little brother. The one who would climb towers and dream of being a soldier one day.

"I understand. It's hard to look the old family in the face that was once something else," she whispers to him gently, taking his hand in hers. "But remember that he is not the little boy you once knew. He is someone completely different. That's why when Viserys died, I was almost thankful. He had been so consumed by madness that it was a mercy for him. I believe it will be for Bran as well."

"That's not how he sees it." He lets out a deep sigh before standing gently from the bed, grabbing his garments for the day and putting them on while turning to look at her. "Even so, the first step is Greyworm…do you think he'll come easily?"

Daenerys bites her lip. "I think if we find him it will be…challenging at first," she admits, coming up to tie up his tunic. "He's not going to be happy that I am, uh…with the man who murdered me. I'm quite positive he wasn't so inclined to let you go to the wall."

"Yeah, he wanted me dead," he mutters.

"Exactly," she chuckles, looking up at him. "But…Kinvara said to me a month ago that if he truly will stick to his word and serve me, he is going to have to put up with you being there as well."

"And what if he doesn't?" Jon asks honestly. "What if he refuses because of me? I don't want to be holdin-"

"Jon." Her voice was firm, a command, unwavering. "We are a team. There isn't any 'holding me back' or me 'holding you.' Where we go, we do it together. If he wishes to turn away, it will be a shame, but we will move on. We have an army and plenty of men who are willing to fight with us…it would only be heartbreaking for me, as he was…and continued to be a loyal man, despite what happened to me. But I'm not going anywhere without you."

Jon nods, squeezing her hand as it comes down to grab his. He lets go a moment later, walking over to the closet and grabbing her small clothes for her. "And what about the leaders from the Free Cities?"

Daenerys groans, falling back on the bed. "I know. We've been putting off the assassination for a while. I'm not going to butcher it."

He chuckles at her response. It was true. They had been so busy working on their own war plans that they hadn't even bothered to deal with the leaders, out of pure necessity. But they had to do it before they left.

"Well," Jon says gently, resting his hands on her shoulders as he helped her step into her garments. "We've already sent the dragonlords and their families off to the Free Cities to keep them in line. And sent word to the others about the increased security with our men there. All that's left now before we go is to get rid of those men."

She sighs and glances over at him. "I suppose we can do that…we can have some of our people set up a pyre so that the dragons can have something to eat before we go. Did you know that the little ones are beginning to breathe fire in large amounts? They're growing up even quicker than mine."

Jon's brow raises at her response. "So you're okay with not…torturing them beforehand?"

Daenerys bites her lip and looks up at him. "I'm okay with burning the other two. However…I wouldn't mind getting a few hits in at Daenar before the end of this." Her hand subconsciously came up to touch her healing back. It had been well lately and most of the deep, red gashes had disappeared, but the angry scars remained.

Jon presses a soft kiss to her head. "Then we can do that." Daenerys nods as he walks over to her closet this time, pulling out a dark red, loose-fitting dress. She bites her lip as he brings it over to her. "You did say you wanted to start wearing these again."

"I know, it's just so intimidating now that it's staring me in the face," she mutters before nodding at him. "Help me put it on."

She steps over the dress and into the middle of it, watching as Jon heaved the sleeves up through her arms, letting it sit right below her shoulders. "What are we going to do with the direwolves?" he asks her quietly as he began to lace up the dress for her. "I mean, I know we are taking our dragons, but I never really considered what Ghost and Ari's role would be in all of this."

Daenerys looks up at him from her reflection in the mirror. "I think it would be good to bring them with us…but I don't know how well it would go to include them in the battles. There's only two of them left, as far as we know…we don't want to risk extinction if you don't need to."

Jon raises an eyebrow at her response. "You had three dragons and you thought they were the only ones in the world."

"Yes, but the difference between you and me is that I was actively seeking a throne and would not have gotten it without my dragons. I needed them," she states, letting out a soft sigh. "I think about them, Viserion and Rhaegal…what I could have done differently to save them, to somehow make them still here with us…to witness this beautiful world."

She feels Jon's hands rest on her waist, causing her to lean back into his chest while his arms embraced her. "I understand," he says gently. "It can be a lot for one person to lose…I wish I could have done something to help."

Daenerys sighs and pushes away her thoughts, shrugging her shoulders. "It's alright. I understand. There's no need to focus on the past – only the future." She turns to the dress and smiles a little, watching as it danced around her feet, trailing in the back. "This is nice. I like this one. It doesn't hurt me back too much, either."

"Good," Jon responds, squeezing her hand again.

"On the topic of the direwolves again," she continues, moving to sit on the bed. "I do think we should bring them. They shouldn't be all cooped up here. But we should keep them with the Free Folk in the North so that they can be safe from any battles that may happen south of the Wall. Isn't that where Ghost went all those years ago when you first joined the Night's Watch?"

"It is…it would be familiar territory to him, as well. Even Ari, as young as she was." He moves to sit next to her, sighing quietly. "It will be…strange to arrive there again. We'll need to bring as much food and warm clothing as possible, but I only keep thinking of what…Tormund might think. Or what anyone might think. I'm most certainly not the same man I was when I left there."

"No," she says softly, taking his hands in hers. "You are an even greater version of what you were before. And they will be absolutely shocked to see that you have changed so much, but for the better. You've become the man I love, the man I always knew you could be."

Jon smiles a little and looks down at her growing bump. "I, uh…wanted to mention this to you. I don't think you should fight that much on the ground in this upcoming war. Not until you have the babe."

Her brow raises. "Jon, the bump isn't large, I can-"

"I know that your bump is smaller than most because of your size – we've gone over this," he responds, letting out a low breath. "But we're already risking so much doing this. Our dragons, our home, our children. Even just the two of us. I don't want to risk you…losing something that we tried so hard to make. That somehow became a miracle." His hands move to rest on her stomach, right above her navel. "Please. You have Drogon for a reason. Use him until you're ready to be on the ground. By the time we get to Westeros, it'll be two moons from now…who knows how much larger it'll grow?"

Daenerys stares into his pleading eyes, taking in his words. She didn't blame him. Ever since she had learned how to use Dark Sister properly, she had been wanting to fight on the ground much more often to prove her worth rather than just fly around on her dragon and burn things to the ground. But he had a point.

They needed to protect this bundle of joy before anyone else took it from them.

"Okay," she responds, taking his hands in hers. "I promise that I'll be safer...no ground fighting."

Jon lets out a sigh of relief. "Good."

At that moment, someone knocks on the door. "Your grace," she hears Eleana's voice reach out from beyond the door. "The children are asking for your presence – and Yara Greyjoy has arrived in the training chambers."

Daenerys' brow raises in surprise. "I thought you said she wouldn't be here until later?"

"Guess she got here early."

Daenerys rolls her eyes and looks at the door. "We'll be out in a minute!"

When they arrived down at the training chambers, Daenerys could see blistering specks of fire reach throughout the room, until fading into nothing. As she turned the corner, she could see both Dan and Zaevar training, each using their own moves against each other, blasting fire as quickly as they could, dodging and parrying.

It was astounding how powerful they had become. When she had first met Zaevar, their blasts of fire were minuscule, enough where they were learning properly but nothing to be used in a battle. Now, both of them were bringing down blazing infernos onto each other, using fire to lift themselves up off the ground to dodge and then slamming more against them.

At one point, the fire became so much that Zaevar tripped and fell, causing Dan to laugh in victory. "I won!"

"Oh, shove it – I tripped, you didn't win anything yet!" With that, he sends another blast of heat her way, to which she expertly dodges.

She could see Mae, Daemon, and Nesara watching almost intrigued. Seven hells, even she was. It was surprising how strong they were.

"Kinvara said it was the sun." Jon's voice interrupts her thoughts. He had gone to tell their men to prepare a pyre for the traitors while she had gone to see the children in the training chambers. "She said that their abilities grow with the sun. It must be a very nice day out." He accentuates that with looking up through the open roof of the loft.

"Scary stuff you have!" comes another voice, and both turn their eyes to see Yara approaching. "Your children are going to be the ultimate fighters."

Daenerys smiles and hugs the girl tightly. "It's good to see you again, Yara."

The Greyjoy woman smiles and pulls back, before shaking Jon's hand. Daenerys was glad to see that she was showing the king the respect she deserved, even after what happened all those years ago. He had proved himself well. "It's good to see you two as well. I suppose everything was great after the wedding and then the whole union went to shit?"

"Alright, that's a poor choice of words," Jon chuckles a little.

Daenerys shrugs as the three of them take a seat at the very top of the benches, watching the two children fight. "It's not too far from the truth, though." The girl lets her hands rest against her chin. "We were fools to not check the letter before we left. And now, because of what they've done…we're going to be bringing war to Westeros."

"Well…obviously you know I'll never support that git," she responds, to which Daenerys smiles slightly. "However, I do have to point out that my men…they see none of this, Daenerys."

Her brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"The spies that I've sent into the castle…they have seen none of these plans. It's almost as if whatever sorcery that mad king is using it driving them to blindness. It's like they have had no idea. That's why we haven't been able to tell you anything…he's been fucking with my crew."

"He's been fucking with everyone," Jon mutters, letting out a low sigh before turning to Yara. "We don't blame you for not telling us. No one could have predicted how they would react. I never would have thought those cities were so turned off by our policies that they would reach for aid from the king. We were wrong."

"What exactly are you doing with the Free Cities now?" Yara asks. "Are they under war too?"

Daenerys sighs now. "No, they're not. We only increased the security in the ones that haven't attacked, added a couple more lords and army men there to make sure they stay in line once we reported to their leaders what happened. Regarding the cities that attacked us, we sent new dragonlords as well as larger dragons to keep them in line. While we know that the innocent people to those cities had nothing to do with this…it's hard to just let it go. While we are off in Westeros to end this war from coming here, we're going to make sure that these cities can run themselves."

"Who is going to be running the capital while you're gone?"

"We've been speaking to some highly capable lords," Jon responds. "Many of which were in the armies and knew how to fight. We believe that while we are gone, he won't attack here. It's us he wants dead – not everyone else in this city. So they should be safe. That is unless he somehow switches his mind. You can never truly tell with that man."

The three of them were silent, watching the children fight until Yara speaks up. "I know that this was probably already thought of, but you have our ships and our swords, your graces. We will fight with you until we can't anymore."

Daenerys nods and smiles to the woman. "Thank you…I was already inclined to think so but it's the thought that counts."

Yara rolls her eyes but chuckles a little. "Well, when are we going to be setting sail then? Later today?"

"We were thinking around midday," Jon responds. "We want to get rid of the leaders that went against us back at the battle. We haven't executed them yet."

Yara raises her brow in shock. "Really?"

"Not out of choice," Jon continues. "We've had a lot of planning happening, arranging people to go from where and to what city. Who is going to be coming with us North. The leaders were of such utter unimportance we haven't brought them up from the dungeons."

"Fair. Did they do anything to you two while you were captured by them?" Yara asks.

Jon turns to Daenerys, seeing if she was alright with her telling the story. But at this point, Dany was perfectly alright speaking about it to anyone. "They…whipped me."

Yara's eyes widen to the size of saucers. "They did what?"

"We've already gone over this with everyone," Daenerys sighs. "It's just what happened and we've moved on."

"Doesn't mean the fuckers shouldn't pay!" Yara exclaims, crossing her arms against her chest. "Gods, I can't believe them. You're trying to help them and yet they decide to go and do that? What kind of man does that? What kind of person does that?" She bites her lip, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for reacting so harshly…I only think of what if it would happen to one of my people…after trying to help people…that's the horrible part. It's all horrible."

Daenerys looks to her and nods. "It is. Truly. And we're the sorry souls that have to deal with it." She looks over at the children, smiling slightly. "I only hope that one day, they will never have to see this version of the world again. We leave it better for the next ones to come." She straightens herself out and turns back to look at Yara. "But that's what we have to do. We execute the leaders later today, have the rest of the people see. Then we get all of our able-bodied men onto the boats to sail to Naath…whether or not we retrieve the Unsullied, after that, we sail North."

The two leaders next to her nod, agreeing. "Would you like me to go tell the dwarf?" Yara asks.

"I can do that," a voice comes from behind them. Daenerys turns to look to see Kinvara, who had just come in with what seemed to be battle armor. "We've been making vests and shields for the sorcerers for battle if needed, your grace."

"Good," Jon states, standing to look at the armor. "This is great craftsmanship. Who did this?"

"This particular set was Gendry. He's had a lot of other blacksmiths help as well."

"Say what you want about the Baratheon boy – he's an excellent crafter."

"We know," Daenerys smiles as she stands. "Apparently, as Jon told me, he's going to be asking my good sister for marriage soon."

Yara's brow raises in surprise. "Really? A Stark and a Baratheon?" Jon sighs, causing Yara to turn to him. "What's got you in a brooding mood?"

Jon rolls his eyes. "I'm not brooding about myself – I'm thinking of my sister. I don't even know how she truly feels about herself lately, honestly." He glances at the pieces of armor, handing them back to Kinvara. "I feel like she's…so much more connected to us, but also to the North…but she hates to talk about Sansa or any of the Starks…it's almost like she wants to forget about what her family has done. I don't blame her."

"After what that fucker did? If Theon was still alive, I'd want to forget my name too if he did something like that…but I think they'd be good together at least. From what I've seen." At that moment, the children conclude their training, a blast of heat sent up into the air as Zaevar disarmed Dan and sent her flying to the ground with a puff of smoke.

"Damn it!" they hear her call out. Daenerys chuckles. Ever the perfectionist, her daughter was.

"Ha! Told you I'd beat you!"

As the smoke clears, Dan stands up and glares at Zaevar, but then her eyes suddenly snap up to where they were and they widen. "Have you all been standing there this whole time?"

"I only just arrived," Kinvara points out.

"You're quite good," Yara says to her. "I know you'll be one of the best fighters out there!"

Dan smiles at her words. "Thank you, Yara. Daemon! Come here."

Daemon stands as she pulls at his arm, causing him to roll his eyes. Daenerys exchanges a glance with her husband at their fierce whispers and subtle budges, before Daemon steps up, looking at them. "We have a question for you."

"Well, go ahead."

"We were training this morning and I was beating Daemon – as per usual-"

"I swear to the gods, Dan-"

"And he said even though I beat him, he still had that he was older than me and he'd always be the big brother. Do you know which one of us is older? Am I older? Because that would be hysterical. Please tell me I am."

The couple now exchanges a look of surprise. "We…actually don't know. Daemon, how do you know that?"

Daemon shrugs. "It's just a feeling I have. I'm more mature than the hot-headed competitor over here."

"I am not!"

"You blasted a fireball at Zaevar because he knocked you off your feet out of anger."

"He has a point," Zaevar mutters.

"Shut it!" Dan snaps before sighing. "Does anyone know?"

"I was actually the person who delivered you," Kinvara states from where she stood. "And I can say with one-hundred-percent accuracy that Daemon was the first one born – I pulled him out first."

"HA!" Daemon exclaims, pointing at Dan who throws her training sword to the ground, muttering. "Now you'll always refer to me as big brother – little sister!"

Dan glares, and Daenerys swore she saw smoke come out of her ears, before deciding to break up the intense stare. "Why was this brought up anyway?"

The siblings exchange a glance before Mae glances up from where she sat with Nesara. "If we're being completely honest, we just wanted something to talk about other than the impending war. We don't really like to think about sailing North to the freezing cold."

Daenerys sighs. "Neither do I," she states gently. "But we'll do it together."

"Your grace," she hears again from behind her, and Daenerys turns to see Eleana approach them. Her eyes glance towards Yara and her cheeks turn a dark red, but she moves her gaze quickly back to the monarchs. "The war general is in a meeting – they wish to discuss our trip to Naath."

The queen exchanges a look with Yara and Jon. "Shall we go?"

"I think so." Jon turns to the children and nods. "Come. We're discussing our travels."

Nesara's brow raises as she races up. "Are we going to get our own chamber on the boat?"

"We'll be getting our own boat."

And her smile only widens.

The afternoon came quickly, and the pyre was set. But Daenerys stood there at the very top with her husband at her side, watching the men be paraded through the streets, some of the people of Valyria spitting on them, throwing items of distaste. Arya and Gendry were on her right, while Taevar and Davos were on Jon's left. The rest stood below them, waiting.

Drogon and Jonarys stayed still, growling, watching the leaders slunk forward. Hungry.

And she had a leather belt settled right in her hands.

They had all collected together an hour prior to discuss the protocol for moving everyone onto the ships, and once that was done, they had made their way out to the streets. Her children, her sweet ones, were sitting near the end of the podium, Nesara staying behind while Dan, Daemon, Zaevar, and Mae stood in the front.

The eldest children were most definitely the ones who had the strongest connection to what was going on, but they still wanted to watch. For 'sake of being rulers one day.' And while Daenerys knew she couldn't keep them children forever, she was glad that they were taking the initiative to step forward without being asked.

Jon had told her that his father – well, his uncle, really – had him watch an execution at a young age, to better prepare himself to be a man one day. But Jon had promised her that he would never force anyone to see what they had to do, not unless completely chosen. Which they did.

As they stood there, watching with a tight grip as Magar and Laemon tied Maelon and Taecedor, both of which seemed to have lost a considerable amount of weight and looked to be much weaker from before. However, her hands only tightened around the belt as she watched Daenar be tied to the pelt, a glare on his eyes.

His clothes were practically hanging off of his body due to his weight loss and the cuts he had obtained from the battle remained. But nothing could cure the scars that laced her back that this man had inflicted on her.

She feels a soft hand touch her own, squeezing. "Are you sure you wish to do this?" her husband whispers to her.

Daenerys lets out a low sigh and nods, looking over at him. "I have to. I've been putting this off for Gods know how long…these people need to see that no matter what, no matter who hurts me or you or anyone, we will always come back stronger. They need to be united going into this war if people are to come here. And that includes army men."

She glances down at the belt, biting her lip.

"Besides, wasn't it you that said the person who passes the sentence should swing the sword? Something like that?"

Jon's shoulders drop at her words but he nods. "I was raised on that…but I'm not going to force you into doing something you don't want."

"I want to do this. Trust me."

Jon looks to her, trying to make sure that she wasn't lying to him, to try and stop him from pestering her. But when he could clearly see that there wasn't a shred of doubt within her eyes, he backs away and nods at her to go on and do it. She turns to the guards, who had just finished up tying the prisoners. The dragons let out a low growl, while the smaller ones fly above, taking perches above the trees.

She could see the two men from Tyrosh and Qohor shaking slightly, but Daenar glares angrily at her. "I suppose you believed I would be in this spot? As well as my husband?"

"Sadly," the man mutters. "Just because you kill me doesn't mean he's going to stop until you're dead…the world will be better off without you. Burn me to a crisp. See if I care."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at his words. "Oh, I'm not going to just burn you, Daenar."

Before the leader could question her words, she turns her body back to her citizens, to her family in the crowd, to everyone who was watching, until words finally escaped her lips.

"People of Valyria," she begins. "I'm sure that under the last month, you have heard many things from the castle. You have heard we have been attacked. That your monarchs were captured. That we are going to war with Westeros. While you know that all of this now is true, do not fear. As Valyrians, we have been through far worse than the petty actions of lords across the sea. We are stronger. We are the blood of the dragon."

That seemed to erupt a cheer from the group of people, some raising their hands in honor.

"However…that does not mean just because we are going to war, we are going to be forgiving to our enemies," she continues after a moment. "Our fight to Westeros is to deal with their king, their man who has caused people to die, and to suffer. For what? That there are powerful people across the sea?! I don't know about you, but the only reason that he has to want to kill us is this – he is terrified of what the true power of Valyria can bring!"

Another shout of exuberance echoed throughout the square. She could see the dragons start to get impatient. Drogon let out a huff of air, glaring at the men on the pyres.

"Even so, while our target is King Bran, these men right here…were the catalyst. They decided that being a part of a union wasn't what they wanted. No, they felt that staying in line with their old practices, and refusing to change, would be the better solution. And not only that but to eliminate the person who was enforcing them." Daenerys lets out a low breath, trying to control her own malice at the men. "You and I both know that my husband and I are forgiving people. We have let the Free Cities, as well as the Slave Cities, practice their traditions as long as the people are free to live as they choose. We never took away their lives, their homes. Only allowed that people were able to live. And because of that, suddenly, we are the horrible humans that deserve death."

Her eyes narrow as she looks over at Daenar, who had been quiet since she had started to speak. She grips the leather belt tighter.

"This man was the worst of the three," she continues. "While the men from Tyrosh and Qohor helped in aiding this catamitical defeat of our men on the ship, this man decided to continue that by degrading your king and queen."

There was a hushed murmur across the crowd, some signs of confusion. Everyone in her corner seemed to be surprised she was speaking so freely about what happened, but a new sense of entitlement came to her as she spoke, a need to talk about everything that had happened to them.

"They beat my husband, to the point where he was given new gashes and scars to his body, and then they whipped a pregnant woman until she was shaking and bleeding on the ground, enough so that if I wasn't seen by my husband, I might have died from the amount I had bled." The crowd begins to grow angrier, starting to throw items back at Daenar again, cursing. "Even so…we stand here. Tall. Alive. Despite the scars that trace our skin, we stare death in the face and whisper softly that we will not go as quiet little mice, but as strong dragons. And now, I face the man who nearly made me meet it again."

She turns to the guards and then nods at Magar.

"Remove his shirt."

Magar nods and takes it off within moments. Daenar stares up in fear, his eyes looking to the whip to her and back to the weapon. "Please, I-"

"You have lost all right for an apology," she whispers angrily, her voice filled with fire. The man's mouth shuts instantly. "You lost all right when you decided to wage war against a dragon. Well, a dragon does not go down easily." She turns to the crowd. "I want you all to witness what happens when someone decides to mess with the wrath of Valyria."

With that, she raises her arm, as high as it could go, and brings it down on the man's back with a sickening *crack. *

The man cries out in pain, but it only seems to fuel on her rage for what he had done. For killing those innocent men that had been traveling with them. For hurting herself and her husband. For bringing Bran's influence into their walls. For the near-death of Nesara. Everything she had felt pent up inside of her, all released onto this one man with one hit after the other.

His skin started to split in two as he started to beg for mercy, blood gushing out from beneath the bone, whiteness appearing from the midday sun, almost sparkling against her skin. She could see specks of his liquid starting to trace onto her dress with each whip.

It wasn't until he was practically on the ground, his face in the fire beneath him, his blood seeping into the ashes around, did she begin to come to her senses. Everyone around them was cheering, encouraging the death of this man. It almost felt strange, how loyal these people were to her compared to some of those in Westeros. Maybe it was the key to people's hearts. Kill their enemies, and if they tried to kill you, strike back harder.

However, if that had been the case, maybe Westeros would have gone better.

She slowly drops the whip, taking a step back. Her eyes jump from everyone on the platforms. She sees the shocked but impressed look of Arya and Gendry, to the approval of Yara. Davos had a grimace on his face from the amount of blood that had seeped out, but Taevar seemed to be indifferent. Most likely he just wanted to rush on the execution so they could move on with their day.

But the other important people she turned to last. Her children, who had all put on a brave face and were watching together, before her husband. He takes her hand and pushes her back gently so that the fire from the dragons would not burn her clothing. He leans down gently into her ear. "I'm proud of you."

Daenerys manages a soft smile up at him, before it vanishes, turning back to the writhing man in pain on the ground, and the two who were quivering in fear.

"Do you three have any last words?"

Daenar tilts his head up, glaring at her. And, she didn't know if it was her, but she could have sworn that his eyes had turned a dark blue, a shade they had not been before, through the blood that bled from his orbs.

"This…will not be the end," he hisses, almost shivering in anger.

Daenerys stares at him, trying to keep her face calm. "For us, no. It isn't. But for you, you will forever be known as the man who thought he had beaten the dragon king and queen. But you didn't beat us. And you will never have the chance to again."

She turns to Jon, nodding at him to say the words. He steps forward. "We, Jaehaerys, and Daenerys, of House Targaryen, sentence you to die by dragonfire." He looks over at her, giving her the nod to go.

And with that, she moves forward with him, uttering the last word they would ever hear.

"Dracarys."

Drogon and Jonarys let out big bursts of flames that entirely engulfed the three leaders. The Valyrian people yelled and cursed at them as they screamed in pain. Daenerys watches with a heavy heart before swallowing. She waits until the last screams finally fade away, and there was nothing but the murmuring of the crowd around them, and the crackling of the burnt wood.

"Jon," she says softly, turning to look at him. "Did…did you see his eyes?"

And quietly, he nods. "I did, unfortunately." He leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. "Do not worry…we will figure it out together."

Daenerys swallows but nods, turning to look at Davos and Taevar. "Get the ships ready. We are going to be leaving very soon. Everyone that we require must be on."

"Yes, your grace," Taevar responds. Before Davos could go off with him, Daenerys reaches for his hand.

"Jon and I have personally arranged a trip back for your family to here," she says softly. "They should be on their way. If you wish to stay until they arrive, and join us later on, that would be perfectly alright with us."

Davos stares at her in surprise before a soft smile comes over his lips. "I would be pleased to come, but for the safety of my family, I want to make sure they arrive quickly and calmly. Once they're here, I'll sail to you…thank you. Both of you."

Jon nods to the smiling older man as he went to go help Taevar. "At least we've made one person happy today," he remarks.

"At least." She glances back over now at the dead bodies, watching as the crowds finally began to disperse and the guards took the charred corpses towards the dragons to be eaten. Something hadn't felt right with the way they died. Something else was up, and she didn't know what it was, but it couldn't mean anything good.

Even so, as Drogon ripped apart Daenar's head and ate it in one chop, she couldn't feel too much sympathy for the man. And neither could she for the other two that were currently being torn apart by Jonarys.

"Come on," Jon says to her gently. "We have somewhere to sail to."

Daenerys nods, finally tearing her eyes away from the scene in front of her. "Yes, we do."

They had made it onto the boats quickly and cautiously. Yara had provided plenty for them to use, and her men were willing to guide them wherever they saw fit. Daenerys couldn't help but smile each time one of them would say the provisions from Valyria saved their families or helped them get from one month to the next.

At least someone in Westeros had thought she had done something good.

The trained army was on several ships, including the dragonriders that would take their own creatures to the North. They decided however that they wanted to stay with the ships and sail with their men while the dragons flew, so plenty of them were resting while they sailed. Rhaemon sailed among them, already planning their next move with both Magar and Laemon, the two knights that had so faithfully served them since their first night as king and queen.

On one other ship were the sorcerers. While fire sorcery was plentiful in the city of Valyria, most of the learners were children that Daenerys did not want to include in the fight as much as she could, so it was mainly the red priests, as well as some older casters that had joined. It was the smallest out of every group, but she knew they held the most power. She'd like to see Bran find his way around this.

Several other ships held her Dothraki, some of her most loyal followers from day one. She knew that most were getting seasick, or were trying to keep a brave face so they could sail properly. Soon enough, they would grow used to the rocking of the waves and the smell of the ocean beneath them. But she knew that if they could brace the waters, they could do anything. They had proved to be some of her most loyal assets. And she would forever be grateful.

And finally, on their own boat towards the front of the caravan were her family and close allies. Arya and Gendry had their own cabin, to which she had seen them sparring earlier. When she had spoken to the girl for a moment, she had said that the leaders 'deserved worse' than a quick death by burning, but understood that they needed to move on with their lives.

Taevar had resided in a chamber as well after an emotional goodbye to his family, promising to return to them. Daenerys had known that could have been here with her children, but she knew even if she had tried, none of them would have stayed. They were just like that. And it amazed her to an extent. More or less just worried the shit out of her.

Speaking of her children, they all sat at the edge of the boat, practicing their training with their father, who was giving them quick tips on their stances. She could watch them fight for hours. It was amazing how quickly they had learned – even Mae. And now they were getting better with each session.

Nesara, however, stood off to the side, glancing down at the water below them. Daenerys made a point in her mind to talk to the girl before they left.

Kinvara was also on this boat, just in case she was needed in any sense of the word while they were traveling. She had her supplies and her hands and that was truly all she needed. Daenerys often wondered if Kinvara saw the same things she saw, with the eyes of Daenar. Possibly even more. But even though she did trust the red priestess with her life, that didn't mean she didn't have her secrets. But they all did, at this point.

Eleana had said she wanted to come as well. At first, Daenerys had said that maybe it was better if she had stayed in Valyria. After the tragedy of what happened to Missandei, she hadn't wanted to risk losing another person that she cared about so much, even though war brought on nothing but death. But Eleana had persisted and refused to sit still quietly. So, against her wants, she had taken her handmaiden.

Whom she knew would most likely be boat-hopping to go and see Yara at some point.

Daenerys chuckles a little but could feel herself smile a bit, looking around at all the people she did care about from the edge of the boat. Even if they did die, even if somehow, the whole entire world ended, and Bran was the bringer of it, she could say she had lived a successful life. She had a beautiful family, a loving husband, friends that stayed loyal to her side, and an empire behind her with the man she adored. She didn't want more than this, but Bran was giving them no choice.

She could only hope that this wouldn't be the end.

Daenerys sighs and walks forward to where Nesara was, still looking down at the water. "You seem lost, sweetling," she says softly as she approaches her, causing the little girl to look up. She kneels down to her height. "Is everything alright?"

"Um…yeah." She swallows and looks down at the water. "It's just, uh…I was excited to come on the boat but…I don't know how to swim if something happens to us. My old mama and papa never taught me."

Daenerys frowns at her words. She knew Saeresa and Aenar were probably the worst version of parents for this child she could ever receive. Maybe that was something else she could do to take her mind off of what was happening. "Alright, then. Come here."

Nesara's brow raises. "Really?"

"We'll get you all warm after." She takes the girl's hand gently and leads her down the plank to the water. Dan stares at them as they do.

"Where are you going?!" the girl calls out.

Jon follows her gaze and raises an eyebrow. "We have to leave soon, Daenerys!"

"I'll be back in a moment!" She heaves the little girl up into her arms and brings her to the sand, watching as she looked at the water in slight fear. "Don't be afraid of the water, sweet one. It's not going to hurt you." She picks some up into her hands and flicks it at the girl's face, causing her to giggle. "See?"

"I know…" She bites her lip as Daenerys gently lowers her to the ground and steps into the water, deep enough where she was to her knees – she had changed into a pair of breeches and a tunic for travel before they had left. This was enough for Nesara to swim to.

"We'll practice more wherever we dock, but have you ever seen a dog swim?"

"Yes, with Ghost in the gardens!"

"Beginning to swim is sort of like that. That's how I learned back when I was your age." Well, how she learned was trying to escape assassins that wished to kill her brother and her, but Nesara did not need to know that. "You paddle your arms and legs back and forth as fast as you can. All you have to do is keep your head above the water. And try to move her legs and arms at the same time – deep movements will help you get to where you have to go quicker."

Nesara nods, swallowing. "So…just go?"

"I'll be here to catch you if something goes wrong – come to me."

Her voice was sweet, gentle, soothing enough to the little girl where she stepped into the water with her little breeches and tunic before started to move slowly in the water. She keeps her head up just enough, paddling her way to where Daenerys stood. Slowly, it started to click in the little girl's mind before she makes it right to where Daenerys was standing, smiling brightly. "I did it!"

"I told you – it's not that hard." She lets the girl out of her arms. "Now swim back." Nesara does so, turning around and paddling back to the shore, leaving Dany standing in the water. "There you go! Simple as that."

She steps out of the water, coming over to a now soaking-wet Nesara. "I wanna do that again!" she exclaims.

Daenerys smiles and shakes her head. "I would like to as well, but we have to leave. We'll swim again, though. I promise."

Nesara pouts but nods, as Daenerys helps her up the ramp to the boat once more, watching as the girl ran over to her siblings, shouting how she had just learned to swim like it was the best thing in the world. Daenerys sighs. It wasn't like she was an expert – she at least knew the bare basics for keeping her head above the water, just in case their incantations didn't work and Bran had more tricks up his sleeve.

She feels a hand at her side and she looks up to see Jon looking down at her with a curious expression across his features. "So…are you going to tell me what that was?"

Daenerys shrugs her shoulders and sighs. "I wanted to make sure our youngest knew how to swim in case something like what's happened to us happens again. I don't need her drowning."

Jon stares at her in surprise before nodding. "I understand…I didn't know she couldn't swim."

"Neither did I." She looks over at him and leans up, kissing him softly. "Hopefully she won't need to use those skills."

Jon nods at her words, trying to reaffirm them clearly in his own head. "Hopefully not." He grabs her hand in his and smiles a little. "But…we have somewhere to sail to. Are you prepared to leave and find him?"

With a heavy but determined heart, Daenerys nods. "Yes. Let's get out of here."

Jon nods and then turns to the sailor that was working on the posts above them. "Let's raise the sails!"

It took them about a month to sail to Naath.

There were storms, troubles with seasickness, and plenty of spare time to use on the boat, but eventually, after forever, they did arrive. Sailing always seemed like a guessing game now. With Bran who had not only hurt them once but twice on a boat, sailing with their entire army as well as dragons was a bit terrifying.

But, yet, here they were, still alive. And Daenerys was happy that the incantation that Kinvara and the other red priests had placed on them did work. Thank the gods.

Now, as she stared at the island of Naath while they went to the dock, she couldn't help but think of her old friend, how she and Greyworm had wanted to sail back here after she had taken over Westeros, had wanted to take a break from everything that had gone through…only for her life to be cut short so quickly.

Daenerys sighs as she pushes away her hair, examining all of the people who were watching the boats with curious expressions. Their eyes were golden, and their skin just as dark as Missandei's. She knew Naath were peaceful people, and never fought in a war. But she didn't deny that even so, she was nervous.

But what she did notice as she looked around…were Unsullied guards.

They were stationed all around, either aiming their spears at the boats or speaking fast in High Valyrian. And that only meant there was a chance Greyworm was here.

She feels a soft hand gently touch her from behind. "Wow," she hears Jon mutter. "Everyone here is dark."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow at him. "Is that an issue with you?"

Jon snorts and shakes his head. "No. I couldn't give two shits what the color of someone's skin was. I've just never seen so many people that looked like Greyworm and Missandei, at least from where I lived. You of all people should know that," he chuckles a little.

She sighs but nods. "I know…I still remember how they treated them when we arrived. I could see the glances they would throw at everyone."

Jon squeezes her sides and presses a gentle kiss to the back of her neck. "I know…I still feel horrible for letting them do that. I was a fool." She turns to look at him and takes his hands in hers, causing him to move his gaze from the Naath people to her.

"You didn't know any better of who you truly were. It's in the past," she reassures him softly.

Jon sighs but nods, looking down. She was around six moons with her babe now and she had grown a substantial amount since being on the boat – enough where it was clearly visible under simple clothing. But, for the sake of finding Greyworm today, she decided it was probably best to hide it, at least for now.

"How are you feeling?" he asks her.

She shrugs a little. "I'm alright…I've just been thinking of everything lately. What might happen when we see him…I've been getting queasy thinking about it." She looks over at where their children emerged, all bright-eyed after sleeping the night away and looking to see the people speaking about the ship down below. "Should we keep them on the ship?"

Jon shakes his head. "They deserve to know what happens as well."

Daenerys sighs but nods. "Alright…I just don't want them to get hurt." She turns her gaze to the children. "Be prepared – we're heading down there now."

Dan raises her thumb as a thumbs-up, speaking quietly to her siblings to let her know she heard her. Arya and Gendry emerge next, with Arya holding a piece of parchment in her hands.

"We think we might have found him," Arya says to her quickly.

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "Really? Where?"

"He's still the commander of the Unsullied – they've been held up here ever since they came and swore to protect the people from raiders or pirates. Ever since then, he's taken residence in a home near the middle of the island, along with many of the Unsullied."

"But…what about the fever? Did it get to him?"

"The Naath people apparently trusted them enough because they protected them from raiders. If they did get it, the Naath people have a secret method in healing from it that they don't' share with others. They only share with whom they feel safe with," Gendry explained. "It makes sense. They've taken so many slaves from here because the Naath people aren't fighters. They've always been pacifists."

Daenerys looks back down as they walk towards the ramp. "Missandei was, too."

She turns her head to look at Taevar as she descends. Once she and Jon were at the bottom, the native Naathian that Taevar was speaking to bowed her head. "Your graces," she says in the common tongue, her accent thick. It was clearly not her first language.

Daenerys offers her a kind smile. "Please, you do not need to bow to us. We are only here to speak with the leader of the Unsullied. That is all."

The woman looks back up and smiles, taking a step back. She reminded Daenerys so much of her old friend. She had the exact same grin, one that could light up a million torches in the darkest of rooms. It was sweet, kind. She wished that this place wasn't so infected with the butterfly fever. She'd love to visit more often.

But in a way, she was glad. As Gendry had said, this place was full of pacifists, people who did not wish for war. They would not fight no matter what. And if more people came here without the fever, their colony would be destroyed. It was almost better that it remained the way that it was.

"This young girl says that Greyworm is located in the middle of their village, not that far." The children come up behind them now, and a butterfly – a bright magenta one – lands directly on Daemon's nose, causing him to sneeze. Dan laughs. "She says she will guide us there, but only the direct people who wish to see him."

Daenerys exchanges a look with Jon, and then at the children. "It might not be smart for all of the children to come with us," Daenerys says gently. "The butterflies are everywhere…I don't want you to get sick."

The children exchange a glance before shoving Dan and Daemon forward. The twin's glare. "What? You are their actual children. This guy might as well meet you first," Zaevar points out. "Besides, Nesara wants to go swimming. Again."

"I'm getting better!"

Ever since Daenerys had taught the girl how to use her arms and legs in the water, there had been no stopping her. The queen swore she must have been a merperson in another life.

Dan rolls her eyes with a smile before looking up at Daenerys. "Is it alright if the two of us come?"

Daenerys looks to Jon, who nods. "I think it would be good…just stay behind us, alright? He, uh…isn't the biggest fan of me."

"Because you killed mother?" Daemon asks.

Jon's shoulders slump. "Yes, because of that. I think in general he never really liked me. He was always quite protective of your mother. But we need him. So just stay behind until we say come forward."

The twins nod, and Daenerys turns back to the patiently waiting girl, before nodding forward. "Please, show us the way. And your island is absolutely beautiful, by the way, as beautiful as your people."

The girl smiles at her brightly. "Thank you, miss."

Might as well make some allies before the butterflies got to them.

It takes about ten minutes to make it to the center of their village, while the girl spoke in her heavy accent. It was a little harder to understand her, but she was sweet and filled with life about speaking of her island. She would talk about the butterflies and all the different variations, and how they believed that the bugs were messengers of their god, the Lord of Harmony.

It was sweet, to hear someone talk so pleasantly about their religion without hearing any undertones of death or despair. She was so used to it with the Lord of Light religion that it was almost a joke at this point between her and Jon. It was agonizing.

"Here is house," the woman says, gesturing to a small hut centered in the middle of several smaller ones. "We offered big house, but he didn't want it. Can't complain."

Daenerys nods and shakes the girl's hand. "And he should be in there?"

"Yes, most likely resting or sharpening blade."

"Good. Thank you so much…?"

"Nathia."

"Nathia," Daenerys repeats, smiling at her. "You've been very helpful." Jon shakes the girl's hand next, repeating the same words, until she heads back into the trees, towards the beach. There were no Unsullied guards around here – most of which towards the water and inwards of the sea. None of them addressed her as she walked by, most likely because they followed Greyworm's lead.

Daenerys lets out a deep breath and then turns to face her children. "Stay outside of the door of the hut until we say come in. Until then, remain there, alright?"

The children nod. "But…what if trouble happens?"

"Hopefully, it won't," Jon mutters. He turns to Daenerys. "You should go first…I'll come in after a moment."

Daenerys nods as the four of them walk towards the hut. Dan and Daemon take a step on either side, waiting patiently. Jon steps to the side before Daenerys lets out another breath she had been holding, nerves taking over every inch of her body. The last time she had seen Greyworm, it had been when she was under the influence of something…horrible. And she didn't even know how to explain it to him.

But it was something she had to do. Kinvara said they would need everyone. And Greyworm brought everyone with him.

She gently opens the door and steps inside. Armor sat on a small bed in the corner, next to a nightstand that seemed to be filled with a journal of High Valyrian. She got a glance at some of the words and could paint out the word "Missandei" on multiple lines. It made her heart tighten up.

Daenerys looks around more to find swords and spears against the walls and curtains up on the windows. A map of Naath laid out on a table, certain areas circled – most likely where there were Unsullied guarding the sea.

She hears another door open and she turns to see the man she was looking for herself step through. He had a plate of food in his hands, something he had clearly made, and was about to walk over to the desk when he looked up at the shadow of herself in the room. As soon as his eyes made contact with hers, the plate dropped directly to the ground.

He stares in shock, his eyes wide, shaking, brow furrowed. No words escape him until finally, he mumbles out a question. "It…it's really you?"

Daenerys feels herself let out a gasp of air, a soft smile coming over her cheeks. "Yes, it is me…I'm alive…for a while now, actually."

"I…we don't get anything…on Naath," he states, walking forward, before suddenly embracing her tightly. Daenerys feels herself smile and hugs back her former soldier just as tightly, his head burying in her neck. She never knew that another hug could feel so good until she saw him again. But this…this was perfect. "I thought you were dead." He was crying now.

"I was…but I'm here. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

Greyworm pulls back, wiping at the fresh tears that had just come before his eyes look back at the entrance of the doorway. And suddenly, they turn murderous, and he pushes Daenerys instantly behind him. Daenerys nearly trips but recovers, quickly turning to see Greyworm aiming his sword right at Jon's neck, drawing blood.

"Greyworm, stop!" she exclaims.

"'Bout expected this," Jon mutters, his hands up in defense.

"He killed you!" Greyworm screams, anger filling him. "He's going to do it again!"

"Greyworm, he's-"

Suddenly, a blast of fire is shot into the room and Greyworm goes flying back against the wall, cursing in pain as the heat burned his skin. Before he could even look up to question what had happened, he was frozen completely solid, his bones going rigid and his body standing straight. His eyes looked around in terror.

"What is happening?!" he quickly asks, terrified, trying to see.

Daenerys pinches the bridge of her nose. "Come in here!" she yells out, before finally both Dan and Daemon slowly come into the hut, their hands up in defense. Daemon was still focused completely on Greyworm, his eyes narrowed.

"Is father alright? Will he yield?" Daemon asks cautiously.

"Yes, please…let him go," Daenerys pleads. "I am fine, he is fine. No one is going to hurt anyone – right?"

She turns her eyes to Greyworm now, almost pleading with him to work with her. He was quiet, looking between her and Jon back and forth until he speaks. "No one will get hurt."

Daemon nods and then drops his hands. Instantly, Greyworm gasps for air and falls to his knees, coughing. Daenerys sighs as she walks over, trying to help the man stand.

"We have…a lot to talk about," she mutters.

Revelations were revealed, and Greyworm was stunned still.

After Dan and Daemon's surprising infiltration when they heard the scramble, Daenerys had told them to go wait outside while she and Jon talked to the man calmly. The last thing they needed was Dan to get itchy with her fire or Daemon to use his surprisingly-stronger powers on Greyworm, a man who barely knew anything about them except for that.

She also knew that the children had always been fiercely protective of their parents, and while she was thankful, she knew that sort of attitude can get people in trouble.

Even so, she and Jon had sat on the opposite end of the room, speaking as calmly to the soldier as possible. He didn't say anything, only kept his face looking at Daenerys. Maybe once or twice he would look at Jon, but only for a moment.

And now, it had been a good minute of silence before he finally spoke, looking at the ground. "So…you two are married…have five children…and run a whole empire together? That's truly what is happening?"

"Yes," Daenerys breathes out. "I'm surprised you didn't know."

"Naath stays away from outsiders – outside news," Greyworm responds. "We didn't know about you until probably your ships arrived." Greyworm stands and paces quietly in the room, shaking his head. "Five children…"

"Well, technically we only have two by blood," Jon states quietly. "The other three we took into our care-"

"I don't want to hear what you have to say!" Greyworm suddenly snaps at him, his nostrils flaring in anger. Daenerys instantly stands, trying to get in-between them. "No, I refuse to accept that you love this man, even after knowing what's happened. He still killed you!"

"He had to!" she whispers urgently, pushing Greyworm back a few steps. "If I wasn't killed, who knows how long I would have lasted with the poison in me! Someone would have come eventually to take my head. He made it quicker."

Greyworm shakes his head, stepping back. "I would have given a thousand lives…just to have Missandei back into my arms again." His voice was strained, choked, tears threatening to fall onto his cheeks. "And here you are with the man that killed you with five children. I can't believe this. I thought you were smarter than this. I can't believe you would just fall into his arms, just like that? What happened to the Khaleesi I knew?! The Breaker of Chains? Seems you're chained on him," he snarls.

Daenerys instantly stands up straighter, her brow furrowed at his tone. "I am smarter than that," she hisses angrily. She could feel Jon's hand on her shoulder but she brushes it off. "No – this is my husband, gods damn it."

She pushes Greyworm back into his chair, forcefully, enough so that the former Unsullied leader looks up at her in surprise. She was seething. She had wanted to do this calmly, and she knew that Greyworm would not accept what they were without a problem, but she wasn't about to just sit back and let him berate the man she adored.

"You have no idea what we have been through these last couple of years," she begins, trying to regain her temper. "Of course I didn't just fall back into his arms! Are you fucking blind? I spent five years hiding in Essos, swearing my people to secrecy of my return, so that I could keep my son safe, the only thing I had left of the old world. I didn't want to see Jon until I had to – to meet my beautiful daughter. The two things I wouldn't trade for anything in this world."

She gestures to Jon, who had now taken a seat behind her, letting her speak instead of interjecting himself again.

"And yes, at first, I didn't trust him. I didn't even want to be around him. I wanted him locked away deep in the pyramid away from the rest of the world and his children. But I put up with him because I knew Dan needed her father, and so did Daemon. And we built trust off what we went through…we had assassins, fucking killer whales, spies, and gods know what else try to kill us! Seven hells, Jon did die. Again."

She was breathing heavily now, memories reliving in her mind.

"But he always stuck around. He even came back to us because someone up there in this gods forsaken world knew that he was meant to be with us. He protected me, trained me, to the point where I can train others now? I mean, would you have ever thought back then that I could master the sword?"

Greyworm slowly shakes his head. "You never asked to be trained…I didn't think you had an interest."

"Well, apparently, I do," Daenerys huffs. "And it's one of the most…alive feelings I have ever had in my life. And it's because of him. He has been an amazing father, leader, soldier, and everything else you could possibly imagine. And yes, I did fall in love with him all over again." She turns to look at Jon, who was now looking at her with a soft smile. She feels herself let out a sigh of relief at his eyes, happy to see he wasn't embarrassed at her sudden tirade. "And if possible, I fell even harder than before." She looks back at Greyworm. "And yes, I did marry him. I had children with him. I adopted three others with him. I took over a whole entire civilization with him and expanded it! We are better together. We are a team…we even have another child on the way."

Her hands rest over the bump that was hidden under her clothes. Greyworm looks at her position in shock before his eyes turn back to hers.

"I understand why you are upset, Greyworm. I always have. I was at first, too. But Jon is not the murdered psychopath that you believe him to be. He's sweet, he's kind, he's fierce – he's everything that I ever could have wanted in a partner. And although I want you on this journey with us, I refuse to have you if you continue to berate my husband this way, because nothing is going to separate us. Nothing."

She was breathing heavily now, looking at him for any sign of emotion, except he was completely quiet, looking at the ground. Daenerys lets out a soft sigh again, this time of worry, before sitting down next to Jon. He reaches over and squeezes her hand before standing. She looks at him in worry, but he gently raises a hand to her.

"It's alright," he mouths, trying to reassure her building nerves about the situation.

His eyes calm her, and she gently nods, glancing at Greyworm as Jon went to speak.

"I know that you and I were never on good terms," Jon states quietly, causing Greyworm to finally look up from the floor. This time, he doesn't attack. "You probably felt I am the reason for all of Daenerys' issues after she met me, and to an extent, some of them were my fault. I should have stood up for her to the Northern people. I should have laid my foot down and delt with anyone that went against her, especially after she helped us in the Long Night. And I will forever be regretful for those actions. But you cannot blame everything that has happened to her on me. I will hate myself until the end of my days for what I did to her, and while she has forgiven me, I still haven't myself."

Daenerys' brow furrows at his admission. She had no idea he had felt that way still.

"Even so, Daenerys and I are not the same people we were years ago. We have so many more priorities in our life that need to take hold instead of petty feuds from the past. I love her with my whole entire being, and we came here because I want to have the best chance at protecting her. We can forget about the past, about everything that happened, and focus on the future because we might have even bigger issues ahead."

Greyworm's brow furrows at his words. "What bigger issues?"

"You remember the King they put in place in Westeros?" Jon asks, to which Greyworm nods. "They've been attacking us. He's been attacking us. Ever since we were reunited again. And now, he's killed our men, and infiltrated the minds of our children…who knows what could be next? He's staged a war against us, and we are fighting back because I refuse to live in a world where someone is regularly planning attacks against my family. Against our life. And, what makes it worse, is that there might also be some sorcery involved with him as well. Yes, I see your confused glance – the Long Night might not be over just yet."

Greyworm leans up in surprise, looking at him in shock. "The…Night King?"

"We don't know. We truly have absolutely no clue what Bran is, or what he may be planning. All we do know is that he wants us dead, and we need to fight back on his home turf."

Jon turns to grab his sword, which he had placed to the side after Greyworm had attacked him for the sake of peace, and then turns to look at Greyworm.

"We're going to be sailing North after stopping here. We aren't going to stay long due to this supposed fever that spreads, so we are leaving tomorrow. You have until then to decide if you're going to stand by your queen, or let us go."

"Whatever your answer, have it by the morning," Daenerys adds on softly as Jon helps her stand. "We have to leave as soon as possible before Bran somehow tracks us. I don't want the people of Naath to be attacked."

Greyworm says nothing as the two of them go towards the entrance to the hut. Before they step out, Daenerys turns to look at him.

"Greyworm." The mention of his name makes the man look up from where he sat. "I know things have changed…and everything is confusing. But please…consider coming North with us. We are going to need as many men as we can get…but know that he is going to be there as well."

The soldier doesn't say anything, but he gives a stark nod and looks away, glancing at the ground once more. Daenerys bites her lip as Jon moves her outside gently, before closing the door behind him. As soon as they step into the sunlight, Dan and Daemon run forward from the rocks they had been resting on.

"We heard yelling – is everything alright?" Dan asks quickly.

"Did he hurt you?" Daemon continues.

"I'm alright – he would never hurt me," Daenerys reassures the twins gently. "I think we just need to go back to the ships…he'll give us his answer tomorrow."

The twins exchange a glance but shrug, clearly seeing that the queen didn't want to speak much about the interaction. They head off on the stone path first, while Jon follows after them. Daenerys glances back at Greyworm's cabin, feeling her face drop.

She hoped he made the right decision.

When they arrived back at the ship, everyone was ablaze with questions of how the interaction had gone. Jon had done most of the explaining, saying that it could have gone 'better' but they did what they had to do. And that was that because Daenerys was tired and she didn't want to talk much more about politics. All she needed was a drink of water.

So, Jon had taken her to their cabins to let her rest for a bit while Dan and Daemon explained the whole situation to the other three children, who were drying off from playing in the water. When they arrived in their cabin, Jon closes the door behind them once Daenerys walks in. She sighs as she glances at the floor, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Hey," she mumbles. "I'm sorry for sort of…ranting, back there. I should have expected he would have that reaction but I-"

His hands cup her cheeks and push her head forward. Before she could respond he presses his lips against hers, pinning her against the wall. His movements were so quick that she barely realized when his hands then snaked around her hips and lifted her up into his arms, pulling her as close as she could go.

The kiss was fire eternal. It had her head spinning and her toes curling to the point where she felt light-headed. He had her so snug in his arms that she forgot about the horrors awaiting them as soon as they traveled. She remembered how much she loved this man, and how if she could, she would take her whole family away and live together as one. She remembered that no matter what, he was hers, and she was his.

When he finally pulls back, he was breathing heavily, his forehead against hers. "Don't ever apologize for standing up for me," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "Ever."

"That…that was alright? You didn't feel…strange?"

"Strange? Dany, I felt bloody fantastic," he chuckles. "Why would you think I would feel strange?"

"I don't know, some men are particular about a woman fighting their battles for them," she responses, swallowing. "No one's ever gone up against you like that before since Daario and…and you were killed last time I didn't say anything. I didn't want a repeat. But I didn't know if you were…one of those men or not."

"Dany, I don't care who fights my battles for me," he says softly, carrying her over to their shared bed. Ghost, who had been resting on the edge of the seat, lifted his head to look at them before huffing and going back to sleep. "What matters was that you stood up for what we are, for me, despite everything I've done…seeing you say all of that to Greyworm…it meant the world."

"It was all true," she mumbles, looking up at him. "I can't sit back and let him berate you…you've done everything right and it's been so long since what happened. I'm not going to stay idly and let every person walk over you. You're my husband, my partner…we're a team like you've said…you, and the children…you're my home. And nothing Greyworm can say or do will change that."

Jon shakes his head, clearly unable to put into words how he felt, so instead, he presses his lips against hers again, laying her gently on the bed. Her hands tangle into his hair as he caresses her sides, feeling her shiver against him. But suddenly, something that he said popped back into her head.

"Jon," she murmurs, pulling away a moment later. He looks at her, confused.

"Is something wrong?" he instantly asks.

"No," she responds, letting her hands rest against his cheek to let her know shew as fine, a soft smile on her lips. "But I wanted to ask…what you said back there to Greyworm…you still haven't forgiven yourself for what you did to me?"

His face instantly falls and he glances away, before moving to the edge of the bed, looking at the ground. Daenerys sighs as she leans forward, wrapping her arms around him from behind, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"I've told you so many times that it's in the past," she whispers. "Why can't you move on from it?"

"Because no matter what, I still did it," Jon responds, turning to look at her. "For a time, I couldn't even look at you without remembering what I did…and even though we know now what happened, I still don't think I could forgive myself for killing you…or even if you were truly mad…because I still did it. A part of me is still in shock that you're here with me now."

Daenerys rests her hand against his scruffy cheeks and turns him to her, her forehead now against his once more. "My dragon," she whispers, stroking his beard while her fingers moved gently along his skin. "My loving dragon…you are quite possibly the sweetest, most compassionate man I have ever met."

She presses a soft kiss to his lips, before adjusting herself to that she could straddle his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"The reason why you are with me isn't just because I've forgiven you," she continues. "Trust me. I can forgive but I have a tendency to hold grudges against people, can you agree?" To which he nods. "But, I didn't against you, because I didn't just forgive you…you proved yourself to me. You showed me what a real man, a real king, is capable of. I've married two men in my life before you, as well as been with one other, and none of them, have displayed the leadership that you have. And the love that you have shown for me. You have not only gained my forgiveness but my trust, my love, my life…everything. And that's because of you being you. Someone I would never change."

Jon swallows at her words and looks away, clearly trying to hide tears, but she urges him to look upwards, wiping away a stray one that had released itself from its grip.

"Don't hide your emotions from me, love," she murmurs.

"I just can't believe you love me," he responds, his voice choked. "I still can't…even now, with us married and having children and…and one on the way. I still can't believe this is happening."

"Well, it's happening." She nuzzles her nose against his, smiling at his happy expression. "You are the only man I could ever imagine possibly being with…and not a single other. So stop doubting yourself. Don't listen to what Greyworm says. Just be with me. Love me. Choose our family and our lives over his words. They don't mean anything."

Jon sighs and glances at the door. "But we're going to need-"

"If he says no, we will figure something out – just like we always have," she reassures him, grabbing his hand. "Remember – we can do anything together as long as we set our minds to it, right?" Jon smiles at her words and nods.

"Of course, my love."

He kisses her again, his hands moving to where they resting on her dress, feeling her snuggle herself deeper into his arms. They were so strong and secure, almost like a blanket of fortitude. There wasn't another feeling alive that was comparable to laying in Jon's arms.

However, as soon as his hands started to wander, and their kiss grew longer, a soft knock was on the door. "Your graces?"

Daenerys sighs at Tyrion's voice. Bloody imp. They just had to bring him. "What is it?"

"The hand wishes to speak to you – and the children. Well, really everyone. Just come out!" he urges them before they hear his footsteps off towards the deck. Daenerys rolls her eyes and looks down at Jon, who chuckles.

"I suppose we should go out and speak to them."

"That would probably be for the best," she agrees, and he lowers her to the ground. As soon as she goes to leave, however, he grabs her hand and squeezes it tightly, before bringing it up to his lips and kissing her fingers.

"I love you," he says to her softly.

She smiles at him as he comes to her side. "I love you, too."

When they reached the outside, Daenerys was surprised that instead of a ship filled with sailors drinking, most of their inhabitants were on the mainland – dancing.

"What is happening out here?" Daenerys chuckles as she walks over to the middle of the deck, looking down onto the land with Jon.

From the beginning of the ship to the end of the docks there was lively music playing. The Unsullied guards still stood guard, but everyone from her ships was down below, either eating, drinking, or dancing along to the sounds below. She could see that multiple people were in union with the Naathians, some of which were her dragonlords, laughing while drinking what seemed to be a pint.

Daenerys looked to her left and saw where Tyrion had gone off to. He was with Yara – the two of them having apparently gotten along while the boats were riding to Naath out of pure necessity - Daenerys could distinctly hear her say "There's no way you can beat me in a drink-off!"

"Oh, I'd like to see you try," she hears Tyrion shout back over the music.

The queen chuckles as she turns to look at other people. Arya and Gendry were dancing along with the people in the middle – both of which seemed to be a little clumsy on their feet but loved to do it all the same. Her children, however, were the sweetest.

They were around the other Naathian children, dancing in a circle around the other people. Nesara was on Zaevar's shoulders with flowers in her hair. And now that Daenerys examined it, everyone had flowers in their hair – from different colors, reds and blues, purples and aquas, all around. It was as if everything had changed in a matter of a couple of minutes.

Even Kinvara was down below with the other sorcerers, showing off their skills to some of the Naathian who wanted to watch. They ooed, their eyes wide and their mouths open in shock.

"Ah, there you are!" she hears from the left. The two of them turn to see Taevar approaching, a pint of what seemed to be ale in his hands. "Been looking for you."

"What is going on?" Daenerys chuckles a little.

"Well, before you two went into your chambers for a little bit, the Naathian's apparently liked our peacefulness so much they decided to share some of their culture with us as a gift of appreciation. Apparently, plenty of raiders have come by but the Unsullied have done an excellent job of keeping them away. We are the first visitors that come with no harm."

Jon raises an eyebrow until he looks at Taevar's hair. "Is…is that a flower crown?"

Daenerys follows his gaze and laughs. There, atop his head, was a piece that seemed to be made of a vine, with flowers of different colors wrapped around with twines and greenery. Taevar lets out a big laugh.

"I suppose it is." Daenerys looks over at the other people. She could see Eleana walking over to join Yara with another pint of their ale, shaking her head at how quickly the sailor and the former hand were drinking theirs. And now that she looked at most of the people, a lot of them had the same headpiece that Taevar had. "It's a Naathian traditional garment…I just thought it was sweet."

Daenerys looks back at Taevar, who sighs, lowering his pint. "Are you alright?" Jon asks the man gently.

"I'm…surviving, is the best word," Taevar says with a soft smile. "I miss my family…I'm worried about my family. I keep thinking of what Bran might do…I know that he's looking for us, and if anyone is in danger, we are and they'll be safe at home…but he always seems to have tricks up his sleeves…you understand."

Daenerys rests her hand gently on his shoulder. "Yes, sadly, we do."

"Drinking and all of this…best way to forget and just let go for a little bit. But if you do need me-"

"Taevar." Jon's hands wave dismissively. "Go and have fun. You deserve it."

Taevar offers him a sweet smile of thanks, bowing his head. "Thank you, your grace." Daenerys watches as Taevar goes back to the crowd, joining in on the fun festivities down below, kicking his legs up as he reunited with the dancers.

Daenerys smiles before sighing softly. "Maybe we deserve a break, too."

Jon raises an eyebrow at her. "The queen of dragons wants a break?"

She rolls her eyes and nudges his side. "Indeed I do…at least for a couple of minutes. I think we've worked hard, don't you?" She looks up at him, taking his hands in hers. "Taevar is right. We can have all the incantations we want and the protection, but we truly don't know what Bran is up to until we see him for ourselves…we can't spend our days worrying to no end, trying to figure out what to do next. We can only move on…and I think celebrating with the Naathian's is something we could all use. Besides…their dancing does look quite fun."

Her head turns back to where the children were laughing and jumping around, now with their own versions of the flower crowns on their heads. Jon smiles and takes her hands in his again, before pulling her gently down the ramp. "Then come on, then. Let's take a break."

Daenerys smiles brightly and runs forward to join him at his side, the music swelling with each step. While she knew she couldn't try their delicious ale – whatever it was that was so alluring to all of her supporters – Jon himself took a pint from one of the sweet girls, taking a sip. His brow furrows as he drinks it while pulling her into the crowd.

"Fucking hell," he murmurs, looking down at her. "This tastes…amazing. It's almost sweet like wine but…not. It's bittersweet. There are so many foreign fruits and – I'm sorry, you can't even try this, I shouldn't be going off about it."

Daenerys laughs at his words. "Don't worry. It's nice to see you excited about something we don't normally do – sure it's nothing like the ale up North."

"I'll have Tormund make you some of that."

"Oh no, please don't," she chuckles. As she goes to grab a glass, another Naath girl comes over with a different pitcher, stopping her from drinking the water she had picked up.

"Queen of Dragons," the girl speaks in common tongue. It was very broken, but enough where Daenerys could understand her. "We have different drink. Same fruit, but not…drunk. Good."

"Oh." Daenerys takes the pitcher and pours herself a glass, looking to the girl. "Is it, uh…foreign fruits, as my husband says?"

"Yes, native to Naath. Can't find anywhere else. Very sweet." Daenerys smiles to the girl as she hands her back the pitcher once her goblet was filled. "Made especially for you and children."

"Thank you – you didn't have to do that," Daenerys says softly.

"Wanted to…first people to, um…not hurt us, I think the word is. Right?" Daenerys gently nods, seeing the girl's face turn bright at the confirmation. "We appreciate it."

"Of course," Daenerys says gently as the girl bows her head and goes to leave. Once she disappears into the crowd again, Daenerys lets out a low sigh and looks back at Jon, worry in her gaze. "Gods, I pray no one comes here. Not after everything they've done for us so far."

"I pray as well." He nods to the drink. "Take a sip."

Daenerys brings the goblet to her lips and takes a ginger first taste before her brow raises in surprise. It was very sweet. It reminded her of some of the wines she had in Meereen. And yet it didn't seem to have that bitterness that Jon had spoken about. Probably because there were no fermented fruits in this batch. "Wow. That's practically juice. Gods, there's going to be so much vomit on the boat tomorrow if everyone is drinking this but with alcohol. Shit."

Jon chuckles as Mae suddenly runs over to them from the dancing crowd. "Good, you're here!" She hands them both two flower crowns. "The Naath girl made them for us – put them on!" Jon rubs the back of his neck while Daenerys gladly takes them from the girl's hands, placing one on top of her head. It fit snuggly around her braids, holding deep to the tendrils before she hands it to Jon. He gives her a raised eyebrow, and she nudges him more.

"Put it on," she commands him. "That's an order from your queen."

Jon rolls his eyes but takes the crown, before placing it atop his head. Mae giggles at his expression, clapping her hands, but then pulls at them excitedly, grabbing their free hands that had no drink. "Come and join!"

Daenerys and Jon exchange a look, following their daughter into the crowd of people. Before they could even ask what to do, the Naathians took their arms and started to dance with them, swinging in a circle, singing in their language while the band played on the stage. Daenerys laughs joyfully as she's swung around from person to person, watching as Jon is done the same. And he was smiling, laughing along with each change.

It was sweet, to see this side of him. They were so focused on what they had to do now that they didn't take out a lot of time to properly have fun every now and then. This was something that was much needed – for both of them.

They dance until their feet are numb. Jon has a couple more pints of the ale with Taevar as well as Gendry, joining in on the dances with Daenerys as much as he could. She would swing from being with the children to talking with the Naathian people. Eventually, both of them would join all of their children in dancing, taking turns when Nesara would complain she didn't get to dance with mama.

And, near the end of the night when the music slowed, and many were done dancing, and the children were long sleeping and all that was left were the soft sounds of people laughing and drinking, did Daenerys and Jon come together as one, their bodies close. He had his arms slung around her waist, and her head was buried in his neck as they swayed to the slow tune they were playing.

At some point, she had glanced up into the forest behind them and could have sworn she saw a figure, watching the festivities, but within the blink of an eye, it was gone. And, before she could even question it, Jon tilted her head up and kissed her gently, pushing all her troubles away. Their lips melt together like they were meant to, until he pulls back, smiling down at her.

She smiles back at him, happy that for once, they could just pretend to be two fools, completely in love.

The morning came quickly, and an erupt wake-up call ended Daenerys' slumber, causing her to open her eyes in worry and then confusion at the pounding against their door. Her braids were still undone from their night before, and clothes laid on the floor. Jon woke up groggily at the second knock.

"Your graces!" they hear Taevar call out, followed by Arya's voice. "Bloody hell, just walk in on them, this is important!"

Daenerys' eyes widen as Jon instantly springs forward to grab the furs. "No, don't-"

Taevar bursts open the door and he stills at seeing them, furs only covering their naked bodies. Arya comes in a moment later, and while she rolls her eyes at the state of them, she grabs their garments off the ground and throws them at the bed. "For the gods sake, get up! Your solider is here!"

Arya leaves once the clothes are on the bed, stomping out while Taevar bows his head, muttering a "sorry" before closing the door. Daenerys falls back on the bed, holding in her laughter as Jon shakes his head, standing to get dressed quickly. Of course Arya didn't care – that had always been her speed.

Once they did dress, both of them step out and see everyone was collectively on the boat, looking down at something on the land beneath them. Daenerys and Jon follow their looks to see multiple Unsullied – many more than the day before – standing at the edge. Some even going long back into the forest.

"Is this how many Unsullied there are?" she hears Daemon mutter in shock. "There's so many."

"These ships are about to be quite crowded," Zaevar mumbles. "We're not going to have any room to train!"

Mae shushes him while Dan rolls her eyes, holding onto a sleepy Nesara – most likely having been awoken just as they had been. Arya comes forward and gives them their cloaks while the dragons sore above, taking their spots near the end of the beach, away from the people. "Glad to see you two up – Greyworm is here."

Daenerys follows her gaze to see indeed, he was, standing at the very front, in the same armor she had seen on his bed the day prior, clad tightly in it. It brought back a thousand memories, both delightful and painful, combined into an overwhelming mess of emotions. She swallows as she nods, before turning to Taevar and Gendry as well.

"Start to load some of the Unsullied onto the ship at our mark," she says gently.

The two men nod before Daenerys takes Jon's hand, putting on their cloak The two of them walk down to where he stood. Daenerys feels Jon squeeze her own hand, feeling her nerves. She squeezes back, thankful to have someone there that understood what she was going through. When they reached the end of the ramp, Greyworm does not say anything, only stands and waits for them to speak.

"Have you made your decision?" Daenerys asks him gently, keeping her voice stoic.

Greyworm nods, looking to her. "I have, but may I tell you what helped me make it?"

Daenerys turns to Jon, and he nods to the question. "Of course you can."

Greyworm looks to her again, letting out a sigh. "When you came to my home, I was shocked…I did not know that you would be alive. I heard rumors, but I did not believe them. I didn't want to out of pure necessity…not to have hope. And seeing you with him…the man that killed you, shocked me more. I never thought of you as someone like that, to return to someone, not after what happened to Daario Naharis…when you left, despite what you told me, I did not want to come. I did not want to bring my soldiers North to fight in another war, for a throne that killed you…and I knew that without a shadow of a doubt, I could not serve this man. I could not treat him as your equal."

Daenerys hears Jon take in a sharp breath, clearly in a defensive stance at this point. It was understandable. Even she seemed to still at his words.

"But," he continues. "Something changed my mind."

Daenerys raises an eyebrow. "And what was that?"

"Last night, I walked around to think…see what the best option would be when I stumbled across your little festival going on," he states, looking at her. "I saw how much fun you were having…the joy on your face. And later on, you and he danced like there was no one else there…you were safe, secure. I don't think I have ever seen you more at peace."

Daenerys smiles at the words, but a part of her knew she saw something in the woods the night before. It had been Greyworm.

"It reminded me…of Missandei," he continues, swallowing. Even the name seemed to make him stutter. "When I held her in my arms, all I wanted was to keep her safe. All I ever wanted…was for her to return to Naath. To see her home one more time. To keep her in my arms. And when I saw the way he looked at you, I knew it was the same feeling."

Jon's stance relaxes, if not slightly, only to hold onto Daenerys' hand tighter.

"I can never get Missandei back," Greyworm states, trying to control his words. "She is gone…and there is nothing I can do. But I can protect you…and make sure your king does not need to protect you alone. That is why I am willing to sail North with you, and my Unsullied, to serve the rightful queen, again – this time, as Queen of Valyria."

Daenerys smiles gently at his words, but there was still a hanging question in the air. "Greyworm," she continues. "I am not the only ruler. Do you accept him?"

Greyworm sighs and finally turns his gaze to Jon. "You." He begins. Jon does not say anything, only stares him down. "I had a lot of trouble finding a reason to serve you…but you are her king. Her husband. And as she said, her partner…I don't know how long it will take for me to truly accept you as her partner…but I am willing to for her."

Jon lets out a quiet, almost in-distinctive, sigh of relief. "You do?"

"I don't know how long I will need to fully trust you," Greyworm continues. "I know she has forgiven you, but I have not. It's not my place to, but it will take some time…even so, she is my queen. She has always been my queen, despite the circumstances of what has happened. And I will continue to serve her, as well as you, while I still can, as long as she accepts you into her life."

Greyworm turns to look at Daenerys again, who takes the man into a loving embrace. She had been nervous he would say no, but hearing his words of confirmation and continuality made her feel that they were making the right choice in bringing him back into their lives.

When he pulls away, he nods towards the Unsullied. "However, I have one request."

"What is it?" she asks.

"The people of Naath need someone to stay behind," Greyworm implores. "I can't, but I request I station some guards here so that they can still stay and protect the Naathian's while we are gone."

Daenerys nods her head. "I'm sure that is something we can arrange…welcome back, Greyworm."

The man bows his head to her. "It is good to be back, my queen." He glances over at Jon and sighs. "And my king."

Daenerys knew Jon wouldn't show it, but he was probably grinning like a mad man internally right now. "Thank you, Greyworm," he states quietly, before nodding towards Rhaemon. "Please, we'd like you to meet someone." The commander comes down, removing his helmet from his head. "This is Rhaemon Veltaris, our Master of War, and overall commander of our army of dragons. I'm sure you and he will be sharing many war tents in the coming future."

Rhaemon reaches out and shakes Greyworm's hand. "I'm happy to finally meet you – I've heard plenty of stories from our queen."

She sees the hint of a smile on Greyworm's face. "All good, I hope?"

"Yes, all good," Rhaemon chuckles a little. "Here. While our people help bring your Unsullied onto the ship, I can bring you to meet our soldiers and our riders."

Greyworm nods before barking out an order in Valyrian. "Naejot memēbagon! jikagon naejot se ships!" The Unsullied begin to make their way forward while Greyworm leaves with Rhaemon towards another side of the area. But before he goes, he offers one more bow to them. As soon as he turns around, however, Dan calls out from above.

"Hey!" Greyworm looks up at her yell. "Sorry for blasting you with fire yesterday!"

"And sorta making you paralyzed too!" Daemon adds on.

"You did what?!" they hear Mae asks in shock.

Greyworm nods his head. "It's alright…you were defending your family. I understand."

The twin's nod as he continues walking with Rhaemon ahead, until Mae pulls them back, her eyes wide. "You didn't tell me you attacked the man!"

Daenerys chuckles and shakes her head, looking over at Jon. "He's here with us," she says softly. "We did it. This wasn't a waste."

Jon squeezes her side and pulls her close, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "I knew it wouldn't be." He squeezes her again, this time in a hug before sighing. "I am concerned about what he said but…I think we can win him over. Or I can win him over," he mutters, before looking down at her. "Everything will be worth it as long as I have you."

Daenerys smiles at his words, before leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "And I you," she whispers back when she pulls away. She lets out a sigh and looks up at the ships. "And now…to the North."

"To the North," he murmurs, holding her close.

Their moment of peace was interrupted a second later, however, by Arya shouting possibly from the heavens. "Hey! Lovebirds! Get your butts on this ship or else we're going to be sailing soon without you! Ghost and Ari will be all ours!"

Daenerys laughs as Jon's cheeks redden. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Sansa

Snow fell harshly around the window of her solar as Sansa Stark looked out into the town below her, letting out deep slow breaths. They had been having food delivered to everyone, despite not knowing exactly where it had come from. And the people were sated – at least for now. She knew that it was only a matter of time before another rebellion started. She needed to secure her claim, even more-so than before. More and more were questioning her power.

Even with Bran off in King's Landing doing gods knows what – he had been acting quite strange, lately, but who was she to judge. She didn't know what the Three-Eyed-Raven did on a regular basis – she knew there was nothing he could do to support her now that they were independent. She needed to make sure these people supported her, despite circumstances.

There was a knock on her door, intruding her of her thoughts. "Come in," she states. The door opens, revealing one of their handmaidens. "What is it?"

"There's been a letter, Queen Sansa," the girl says, handing it to her. "It has the Targaryen sigil."

Sansa's brow raises in surprise as she takes the parchment, looking down at the stamped opening. There it was, as plain as day. She turns to look at the girl, nodding at her. "You may go."

The handmaiden bows her head before leaving, closing the door behind her. There, within her walls does she open it, her eyes reading it as quickly as she could.

'Sansa,

It has been a long time, hasn't it? We haven't spoken. For a reason, honestly. But I want to change that. I want to make amends.

I know that you believe I have gone down a wrong path, but there's no reason for us not to be allies. If you know what is happening, Bran has staged a war against us. I only want protection for my family. That is all. And you are a part of that.

I'm going to be coming with them, as well as Arya and Gendry, to Winterfell for us to hide while Bran is planning his invasions. I know that we haven't been on the best of terms, but I'm pleading with you, please let us in. The North is still a part of my home, no matter how much I've embraced who I truly am. And I want my sisters to be safe as well.

I don't know what Bran is planning, but he isn't himself anymore. We need to take as many precautions as possible.

I'll be arriving in over two fortnights. I pray you take us in. I'm tired of the fighting. Let's end this.

Sincerely, your loving brother,

Jon.'

Sansa raises an eyebrow at the letter but feels herself smile. She knew that Jon had been embracing his Targaryen side lately, and sadly Arya had been sucked into that as well. But this was her chance to get them back. To finally come home to the North. To have a family again.

While she still despised the dragon queen, she knew that in order to have her family back, she would have to take them in. As well as their fucking children. But maybe…just maybe she could turn this on their heads. She could use her own idea. Her own schemes.

And just like that, as she looks out at the window, the letter hanging in her hands, does Sansa realize what she has to do. The perfect way to claim her title to the North, and have Jon back in her life again, without that woman interfering. If it was only going to be them, this would be easy.

With that, she lets a small smile come to her lips, and she brought a goblet of wine to it, sipping while her mind stewed with ideas.

What does Sansa have up her sleeve? *laughs mischievously*

Again sorry this took a little longer to get up than usual, I just really wanted to focus on the ending and make sure everything was set for the next big part of this story. Next chapter, we finally arrive in Westeros - chapter 50, for god's sake XD

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