"LYANNA! DANY!" he yells out as he limps through the courtyard filled with corpses of men and women from all around the seven kingdoms. He tries hard to not look around the mountains of bodies for silver blond hair or raven curls.

They're alive… they must be alive…

He hears Drogon's cry of grief outside the walls and he quickly follows the sound.

He sees the largest of the dragons curled around seeming to be protecting something. Upon his arrival the dragon lifts his head, looking at him with sadness in his eyes.

He looks past him and sees his wife sobbing, holding the body of one of their closest advisors and friends.

He sees Dark Sister laying on the ground beside her and he knows she must have been surrounded and Drogon had left her.

I should have stayed…made sure she left… maybe he'd be alive if I had put her first.

"Dany," he tries to get her attention. She looks up and he sees some relief engulf her upon seeing him.

"Jon…" she sobs out and he's quick to hold her.

She doesn't say anything else. He knows her well enough to know what's going through her mind and he can only hold her closer.

"It's not your fault, Dany," he whispers into her ear. "He wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

She seems to compose herself.

"No, he would want me to be strong… Lyanna?" she seems to come to and the fear for their daughter seems to take over. But before he can answer, Drogon clears the way for someone to approach them.

"JON!" he hears a familiar voice call out and he sees Robb walking towards them covered in blood and gore.

"Robb," he sighs out in relief at seeing at least one of his loved ones alive.

He helps his wife up before he receives an embrace from his cousin/brother and quickly asks

"Father, Arya?"

"Father got badly injured he's being seen to by a Maester. Arya was forced out of the Godswood when the dead began to overtake the castle," he explains

"Then what about Bran?" he asks panic slipping into his voice and he sees the dread hit his brother's face.

"I thought you had…" and he shakes his head in negation.

"I got trapped before I could make it there. I assumed Arya had. I saw someone small…" he can't finish as realization on who that might have been hitting them all and they're all rushing to the Godswood.

He tries not to think about the bodies he's climbing over as he tries to get through the entrance or the foul smells that are hitting him or the blood seeping into his already soiled clothes.

As he sets foot into the Godswood he sees Bran sitting next to the Weirwood Tree the same blank expression on his face but laying next to him are a familiar set of raven curls that he had just run his hand through in comfort hours ago.

"No…" he hears his wife gasp out as he tries to hold her up as their world falls apart.

"Jon…" he hears Robb distantly say, sympathy and sadness lacing his voice as he places a hand on his shoulder.

He shoves the comforting hand off and rushes towards his daughter, his wife had beaten him. He collapses next to her having forgotten the injury to his leg that had caused his limp.

He watches as Dany gently moves her into her arms and as she cradles her, flashes of her life burst into his mind.

The first time he held her… her first steps… her saying Papa for the first time… her arrival at Winterfell…

Tears stream down his face unable to be detained.

"Lya…please…please love, wake up…" her voice cracking as she begs their daughter to return to them.

His hands shake as he moves to check for a pulse but finds none. Once Dany sees his head shake, she crushes Lya into her chest begging her to return, saying sweet nothings to her, promising to give her everything she ever wanted as long as she returned.

"She had a purpose," Bran speaks but he won't look away from his girl or his wife who is breaking down more than she was before. "Only a child of Ice and Fire could kill the Night King and she did. The gods brought her back for that and now it's done."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE GODS! WE HAVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR THEM! AND THIS IS HOW WE'RE REPAID?! WE GET OUR DAUGHTER TAKEN AWAY?!"

"Jon…"

"NO ROBB. I'M DONE..." he stands up walking towards the Weirwood Tree. He stares directly into the eyes carved into it as he feels the fire burning within him and for once in his life he lets it fully consume him.

"I will set each Sept, each Godswood and each Temple aflame and outlaw any and all worship to any god if my daughter is not given back to me," he vows, "I am a Targaryen and Targaryens do not bow before any gods. And I swear if I fail to accomplish my vows my wife and uncle will make sure it is done," he growls hearing in the distance the roars of his sons seeming to take the vows themselves.

The wind begins to blow within the Godswood and the snow and leaves start to move. A surge of something he can only describe as magic begins to surround them all.

Suddenly both dragons arrive upon the walls. They are both struggling to move with the wounds they sustained during battle, but purpose seems to burn in their eyes as they stare at their mother and fallen sister.

He watches Bran bend down to look directly into Daenerys' eyes.

"What are you?" his brother asks cryptically with a slight smirk on his face.

"I am a dragon. Fire made flesh," she says monotonous, a fire burning in her eyes.

"And a dragon gets what it wants," Bran urges on.

"With Fire and Blood," she growls and he watches as Bran walks away and his wife pulls out a dragonglass dagger. "Jon."

His name alone is enough to command him to her side.

"Do you trust me?" she asks staring directly into his eyes.

And without breaking any eye contact he wraps his arms around both Dany and their little girl.

"With everything."

He feels a familiar pain as she cuts his hand and blood begins to flow. He sees how she grimaces as she does the same to her own before holding on to his. But never once does he stop looking at her not even when she gives the order.

"Dracarys."