Daenerys POV

Dany laid in the tent, late into the night- sleep evaded her. As much as she might want to deny it, she had grown used to Jon Snow in her bed, and sleeping without him for the last few nights had been somewhat hard, Tonight's lack of sleep might also have something to do with the fact that they rode for Winterfell tomorrow, she was unsure of the welcome she would receive. Dany was sure Jon would never let anything happen to her, physically at least, but she knew the bite a few well placed words could have. From what she knew of northerners they held nothing back- so tomorrow would be a test of her strength and of the alliance with the north. She needed there support. At least she had Jon's.

Jon.

His dark curls.

Drogon.

His few smiles.

Beautiful.

Rhaegal.

Dany stood in the middle of what could only be Winterfell. she looked around for something familiar, for Jon.

The place was deserted. No one left.

She walked forward, making snowy footprints in her stead.

(Laughter) Dany heard the sweet sounds of happiness and tried to hear where it came from.

She climbed stairs until she came to the lookout, where she could only see snow for miles in the distance.

Turning her head she thought she saw a glorious beast, white as the snow behind her- eyes red as flame. And then it was gone. Appearing as if out of nowhere.

Dany made to follow the snowy creature, when she heard it.

(Laughter) Her head whipped the other way, the creature forgotten, she followed her heart- which lead her to a room.

Not one made for a King or Queen, or Lord and Lady- but a small room, made for someone who was of low birth. Unaccepted.

(Laughter) She could hear it right on the other side of the door, Dany pushed it open.

She saw the dark, curly hair of her one true love- he turned his head to look over his shoulder and smiled.

He started turning- holding something in his arms. She walked forward curious- in the blanket she saw her fate.

Dany reached out, ready to hold-

"Your Grace, you asked me to wake you when it was time-" Missandei peaked her head through the fold.

Dany looked at her, drenched in her own sweat. It had been a long night and Dany was sure to look a mess, "Yes, come in. You must be cold."

Missandei walked towards the Queen and looked at her warily. "Are you alright?" She placed her hand on Dany's shoulder in an attempt at comfort.

But her dream could not be fixed with just a hand, she however chose to put it aside and think a while, "Thank you, my friend. I'll be fine- help me fix... all this," She gestured at herself- thinking she looked a mess.

Missandei smiled and nodded at her queens humor, before starting on Daenerys complicated braids.

Dany walked out her tent and mounted her horse, she was unsure of how to tell Jon of what she saw. How could she be sure any of what she saw wasn't just some dream of a life she hoped to have.

Thanks so much for reading! I was kinda going for how she had her vision in the tower( I hope you get where Im going with this) LOL