What Daenery's had experienced in the days following her meeting with the red priest was something she had never experienced before. It was the first time she ever felt like she had two dominant parts of her that wanted opposite first half of her is comfortable. She likes ruling Mereen. She likes to stick to the plan she made years ago. If she needs anyone to satisfy her needs, she has Dario at her second half of her, however, is crazy –according to her first half-, she believes in tales and stories and legends. She believes that she could find true love in Jon Snow. She believes that he could give her a family. She believes that she could save the world and sit on the Iron Throne.

- "You don't even know Jon Snow… How can you be sure that he is good? You have what you need right here, in Mereen." The first half goes on…

- "You deserve more than just a plaything like Dario… You deserve someone who will love you unconditionally. According to legend, that someone is Jon Snow!"

- "Again with the legends… You can't base your entire life around myths and fairytales!"

Dany found herself leaning against a large tree. Its leaves were pink and there was a face carved into its trunk. She looked around and saw that the ground was covered in a white blanket of snow. In the distance, she saw a figure. As the figure came closer to her, she realized he was a man. He had the same color hair as her, and as he got closer she recognized him.

"Rhaegar," she said.

"Hello, sister," he replied with a smile.

"This is a dream," she said.

"It may be a dream for you, but this is real for me" he said.

"Please do not add to my confusion. I've been a mess for the past few months,"

"I am here to help you, Dany. Listen to what I say," he said as he walked closer to her. He held her hand, and placed it on the carved face in the tree. "Watch," he said.

Dany then found herself in a different room. It was dark and cold. She saw her brother, but only this was a younger version of him. He wasn't aware of her presence. A woman lay in a bed, and she was screaming. There was another woman at her side, holding a wet cloth to her forehead.

"Push Lyanna, a couple more and you'll be a mother," said Rhaegar as he stroked her face.

"Something's not right," she said as she let out another scream.

Rhaegar looked to the midwife frantically.

"Everything's fine, my dear, now push" said the midwife.

A few minutes of screaming later, a different scream entered the room. The soft cries of an infant.

"Its a boy, your Grace" said the midwife as she handed the child to Lyanna.

Dany felt a few tears creep at the corner of her eyes as she watched her brother kiss his son's forehead.

"Jon," he whispered.

Dany was now back with Rhaegar in the first place of her dream.

"The dragon has three heads," he said.

"I don't know what that means!" she screamed feeling frustrated.

"Oh, but you do know. My son is waiting for you Dany, go and find your happiness. You've been through too many horrors no one your age should have gone through. Put yourself first, for now. Everything else will come later," he said.

And with that, Dany woke up. Her face was wet. She left her room and walked towards Sir Barristan's room.

She barged into it, and woke him up.

"Dany, are you OK?" he said anxiously.

"We shall sail to the Wall tomorrow," she said.