Here we go :) this chapter is all about our Dragon Queen, i felt like that heart breaking scene Emilia gave us deserved a bit of a moment. Dont own the characters, but G.R.R.M really needs to take better care of them imo XD
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Dany wasn't having the best of times, her closest and longest ally had just died in her arms. Jon had come to find her, but she hadn't been able to remove herself from Jorah's body. He had been the only man she knew that truly loved her for herself, and she had ruined him. Turned him down at every corner, thrown him away, but he still came back, he still protected her with his dying breath, and now, he was gone.
Jon had brought the blacksmith with him, she didn't quite understand why. But they had gently removed her from Jorah's body, Jon slowly easing Drogon out of the way while Gendry had lifted Jorah like the large man had weighed nothing and started for what still stood of the keep.
Jon guided her slowly, Dany felt like she wasn't really seeing anything, everything passing by in a blur, when Dany next looked up, there were at the entry way of the great hall, groups of survivors already there, sitting almost defeated at the table in silence. She saw movement, Tyrion had stood up, Jon guided her there, next to his sister, she made to stand, but Dany saw the weariness in her eyes and motioned for her to stay put.
Settling down, Dany felt a sigh release from her chest, trying not to think on anything, she took stock of everyone already in the room. More than she thought possible appeared to have made it it would seem. They all looked downtrodden, so Dany took a breath before asking Tyrion to speak, he had the power of his mind, he could use it to distract them all, if only for a moment.
She was interested in the story, not having known that the Old Lannister had once been Hand, or that the reason the Starks were all so hard was because the Usurper had taken their father. She would remember to ask Tyrion more later on, but she just wanted to rest for a while before taking stock of her own troops.
When Bran had said that it had been Jon's smallest sibling that killed the Night King, she was confused. While she wasn't happy that it could have been Jon, it at least meant either of them were the prince or princess that was promised, but for someone else to be, Dany saw how that could damage her claim.
Already the damage from the knowledge that there was a male heir haunted her mind, but that not even he had been the one to fulfill the prophecy confused her. Were all of those light followers lying to her all along? When the wildling that Jon was fond of appeared with the girl in question, Dany knew her mask fell, and some of her concerns must have shown on her face, but seeing such glee someone held for the small girl's accomplishment, made the truth starker. The people of the seven kingdoms would follow this girl, and in turn, she would be loyal to her family. Jon.
Dany felt more than heard the sigh that escaped the woman next to her. She shifted her eyes slowly to watch the young red head, Dany may not have liked the girl, but she had guts, and Dany respected her. The look on her face though as she stared her sister down though, made Dany wonder, would this be how she could convince the Starks to join her at last?
Dany tuned back into her surroundings, finding that time had passed apparently, she heard mention of the Assassins house in Braavos and the gasps all around her, she made eye contact with her hand who seemed to understand she hadn't quite been a part of the conversation, he shifted his gaze to the young girl, who now looked a bit sheepish.
Deciding to speak up as any proper Queen should, Dany said "Well, Lady Arya, we are grateful to you. As the savior of the Seven Kingdoms, we all owe you a great debt. Please, do not hesitate to ask me for anything, now or in the future." the younger girl nodded, looking very serious before stepping forward. She spoke with an authority that Dany knew only those who had faced death and lived could provide.
"We need to get a move on soon. Sorting through the bodies will take the longest. Identifying who we can and properly laying them to rest. I figure, if we move the bodies of the night king's original army outside the gates, we and the dragons and lay fire to them. Those who fought alongside us all, can be buried or lit aflame later one, they will have a long period before they start to smell much worse, at least we have the
winter on our side in this, the heat would make everything much worse. The freshest of the bodies, can be saved, we can use them to feed the dragons if it pleases your grace, that way we can save as much of the livestock as possible, we don't know how much longer we will have before Cersei's armies will march towards us, we should keep everything we can to stocks." Dany was surprised at the plan, it nearly sounded as well thought out as anything even her own hand could come up with.
With a nod and a faux confidence, Dany stood, "that sounds amenable, thank you Lady Arya for thinking of them, they faught well and might enjoy the break, they will be most gracious. I need to take stock of how many Dothraki and Unsullied I've lost, Grey Worm and Missandei, if you will lend me a hand?" and though it was posed as a question, Dany knew they understood, it was an order. She moved swiftly and more surely than she thought possible in that moment, moving to the door with the two at her back.
The night was well and truly over by this point, the sun high in the sky.