A/N: Okay. Im feeling really generous today.
Here's another chapter! This is my favorite one so far.
Enjoy.
It was him.
Jon Snow sat right before of her. The man who was only a dream appeared so real. She studied him. The dark curls that covered his forehead. His toned figure. He was exactly what she pictured him to be.
Dany shot Sir Barristan a glance of fear. He understood what she meant. Neither of them had known that he was the Lord Commander.
It took Jon a while to look up. He was reading a book.
Samuel cleared his throat.
"What do you want Sam, I told you I was tired today!" Jon said, in an accent that Dany was not familiar with, as he lifted his head up.
The shock that appeared on his face mirrored Dany's expression when she first walked in. He closed his eyes and opened them again, in an attempt to check if this situation was real. He was faced with another wave of shock when he realized that the people standing before him were actual people.
Why is he so surprised? Dany thought to herself. She didn't expect him to know who she was. Has he been having visions as well?
"Daenarys," he said shifting his gaze towards hers. Their eyes locked and Dany felt her stomach tie in knots. She couldn't speak.
"You know her?" Samuel asked his friend in confusion.
"Leave us, Sam," he replied still keeping his eyes on Dany. Although his voice was stern, it was not unkind. Sam nodded his head and left the room.
"I'm not going anywhere," Sir Barristan said.
"Sir Barristan please," Dany said. This man won't hurt me, she thought to herself.
Sir Barristan took in a deep breath. "I'll be right outside the door if you need anything," he said firmly, glancing towards Jon Snow as he left the room.
"I apologize for the informality your Grace," he told her.
She struggled to find her voice. "I-it is okay. But how do you know who I am?" she asked.
"Well, you do look like a Targaryen… and since there are not many Targaryens left in the world, I assumed you to be the beautiful one that everyone talks about," he said.
The beautiful one? Where is he going with this? "You are lying," she said.
"Why are you here, your grace?" he asked as he got up from his chair and walked towards her. He was dressed in black, just like the rest of the men here. She spotted a huge sword sitting on his waist. She had seen that sword before.
"I have a feeling that we both know why I'm here," she replied.
A look of sadness suddenly appeared on his face.
"I have been having going through a lot these past few months, your Grace, excuse me if my behavior was inappropriate," he said softly.
"I have been going through a lot as well, Lord Snow" she said in all honesty.
"All my life I thought I was one thing, and then I turned out to be something else," he finally said, looking to the ground.
He knows, she realized. But how would he know?! Who could have told him? Everyone who knows the truth is dead!
She felt sorry for him. She never thought about it until now. What it must feel like to be given the name of a bastard your entire life, and then find out that that name was not meant for you. She couldn't understand why, but Dany wanted nothing but to comfort Jon in that moment.
She finally gathered up the strength to ask her question, "how did you find out?".
He lifted his face shifting his gaze towards hers. He was relieved to know that she had understood him.
"It was a," he stopped himself. "This might sound a bit stupid, but it was a"
- She interrupted him.
"A dream?" she asked.
He stared at her in disbelief.
"That's how I found out as well," she said.
He took a pause. "Your Grace, may I be honest with you?" he asked.
She nodded her head.
"I have been dreaming of you for the past 3 months. I'd see your face everyday. Wherever I'd go, you were all I thought about. You have consumed me. I haven't been eating I haven't been sleeping. I don't know what to think of this! I don't know what all of this means!" his voice was getting louder.
She couldn't help but reach for his hand; a gesture that he wasn't expecting. Still, he didn't stop her.
"Jon, would you believe me if I told you that I have been dreaming of you as well? Your face consumed me to the point where I had to leave the city that I am ruling to come and see you." She exclaimed removing her hand from his.
"I do believe you, your Grace," he said. "Its just that I have so many unanswered questions in my head..."
He took a deep breath. "Why would my father not tell me who I was?"
She saw nothing but sorrow in his eyes.
"He was protecting you from King Robert. If he had known that you were a Targaryen, not any Targaryen, but the Targaryen with the strongest claim to the throne, he would have had you killed. It's why my brother and I were exiled. We were being protected as well," she explained to him. "Your mother made Ned promise to keep you safe," she continued.
He stared at her for a while before he spoke, "Thank you, your Grace".
"Dany," she corrected him. "Call me Dany".
"Alright, Dany"
His voice wrapped around her name so warmly, it tore a line of tingles down her spine.
"Do you want to go somewhere a bit more comfortable?" he asked.
"That would be lovely," she replied.
He took her to what appeared to be his bedroom. She was immediately startled by a mass of white fur laying down on his bed.
"Don't let him scare you," he said."Dany, meet Ghost".
The mass then moved, proving to be a live creature. It jumped off the bed and made its face known to Dany.
"A dire wolf," she said amazed at the beauty of the creature before her, "I've seen them in my dreams".
Ghost moved closer to Dany, its tail brushing her leg. She stroked her hand across its mountains of white fur. It snuggled its head near her abdomen.
"He likes you," Jon remarked allowing a subtle smile to appear on his face.
"Please sit, you must be tired," he said.
She actually was tired, so she didn't refuse the offer. She sat beside him on a couch.
"Can you tell me, Dany, what other visions did you have?" he asked.
She hesitated. She didn't feel comfortable telling this man that she dreamt of him naked in her bed.
He could see that she was reluctant to speak. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I just thought that this is why you came here… To speak with me" he reassured her.
"Yes, you are right" she took in a breath. "I dreamt of us together. Together together"
"So did I," he said with a cheeky grin on his face, still encouraging her to speak.
"We rode one of my dragons together," she continued.
"Drogon," he commented.
"Yes, drogon," she said validating to herself that this man was seeing the same things she had been seeing in her head for months. The same dreams that filled her mind existed in his.
Suddenly, she was glad that she came here. Suddenly, she felt thankful that she had gone to see Micah the priest. It was in this very moment where Daenarys Targaryen became a true believer in destiny.
"Go on," he said, interrupting her thoughts and bringing her back to this crazy reality.
She paused before this one."I dreamt of you holding our daughter," she said, her voice soft.
He closed his eyes. Picturing the face of the little girl he had seen so many times.
"She is beautiful," he said.
"Yes, yes she is."