Jon's POV

Jon stayed in his room after Dany stormed out, he locked his door and sat on his bed thinking. He thought about what he had done, he knew it was wrong to keep it a secret from her.

He kept it from her because he knew it would change things, and he didn't want her to look at him any different. He was avoiding having to admit to himself that he was her nephew, that they were technically related. It burned him that fate was so cruel, Jon had finally found happiness again- only to have it ripped from him for something neither of them could control.

Staring at his ceiling he pondered what Bran had said to him, did this change the way he felt about them?

No.

It didn't.

He didn't want to lose her, and he might have done just that. Yelling at her had never been his intention, but it was a shock having her confront him about the subject.

Eventually he planned on sitting her down and talking about the problem like two mature adults. Instead they were screaming at each other like idiots. He looked outside and saw it was getting dark out, it should be time for dinner.

Jon was dreading having to face her in the banquet hall, she would give him the silent treatment, burn him with her eyes- all of which he deserved. Then after he would have go to her rooms with his tail tucked, to apologize.

He entered the hall and saw it looked a bit sparse, he saw Arya, Bran, and almost all his lords- but he didn't see Dany or the people she brought with her. Jon sat down and looked at Arya, who was casually eating like nothing was wrong.

"What's wrong? Where is everybody?" He questioned his sister.

"Oh ummm probably in the queen's chambers, or something." She reached across the table for more ale, an action Sansa would have surely called unladylike.

He felt guilty nonetheless that he kept Dany from dinner, "Oh, really? Why?"

"She's gone." Arya looked at his brothers shocked face, "Yeah, she just took off on one of her dragons this morning."

Jon's appetite was gone in an instant.

Dany was gone?

He stood up immediately and left the hall, heading towards her chambers. Jon got there and paused, knowing his reception would most likely be frosty- he was the reason she left. He knew it. They probably knew it.

Jon opened the doors in front of him and all conversation stopped as six pairs of eyes meet his own.

"She's gone?"

Davos nodded his confirmation.

"Did she say where she was going? When she would be back?" He questioned to anyone who would respond.

Jorah was the first to speak, "If she had do you think we would be here, worried sick? No."

They spent the next few hours discussing what they should do, and their was always something that would halt discussion. Jon felt angry glances thrown at him the entire time, from everyone except Davos and surprisingly Tyrion.

He even had an occasional glance from Sansa that would make his insides twist with guilt. Tyrion suggested they pause the discussion until tomorrow- which caused an uproar, to which he replied there was nothing they could do from this room. So everyone left the queen's rooms with the exception of Jon and Tyrion, who immediately grabbed a flask of alcohol and poured two glasses.

There was silence for a while until Tyrion spoke up, "So what happened between you two?"

Jon hung his head, "We got in a fight. I yelled, she yelled- then Dany left. I thought she was going to blow off some steam, if I knew what she was planning I would have stopped her."

"Would you have been able too? Stop her that is." He refilled his glass before sitting back in his seat to stare at Jon.

"How are you being so cavalier about this? She's gone. We have no idea where she is, or when she'll be back- and all you want to do is sit here and drink!" Jon was getting angry with Tyrion, it seemed as though he didn't care.

"I do care and I am worried for my Queen, but pray tell what should we do that we haven't thought of in the past hour?" He looked back at Jon and scratched through his beard.

"I don't know go look for her, she could be in danger- I need to find her." Jon pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"You really think Drogon would let anything happen to his mother? Or Rhaegal for that matter?" The king stood up and paced the room thinking of all the terrible things that could happen to her in the north.

"BUT SHE'S- never mind…" Jon cut himself off from saying anything Dany wouldn't approve of, if she comes back he doesn't want anymore to apologize for.

Tyrion looked at him with a questioning face before reassuring the wolf king of his lady's fate, "She will be fine, Dany will return in a few days after she cools off, the queen has done this before. Calm down, get some sleep. We'll talk more tomorrow." Tyrion got up to leave the room and Jon was alone- him and his thoughts to keep company.

Jon undressed and laid under the covers, the smell of Dany pulling him into a deep sleep.