Dany's POV

She rode Drogon that whole day, she let him guide her where he wanted- which ended up being further north. Drogon didn't venture near the wall, his memories just as depressing as his mothers over the loss of his brother.

They had stopped in a cave on one of the mountains, she curled up next to Drogon and Rhaegal- her only source of heat. Aside from their fire, of course. Dany thought about the fight she had with Jon, trying so hard to keep her emotions buried deep within.

It hurt. Did he not trust her?

Was he questioning how he felt about her- about their child?

He was her nephew, the son of Rhaegar. His mother must have been the girl from the story. Lyanna Stark. Jon was still a Stark.

And now a Targaryen. Thinking about everything she had heard about Jon, then everything she had seen with her own two eyes- it wasn't that much of a shock if you really looked.

Before when she thought he was still Ned Starks bastard, she assumed his mother must have had some old Valyrain blood. It was the only explanation at the time for how Jon was able to bond with her dragons so quickly.

Dany was so sure Jon was her destiny, that he would help her rule the kingdoms, raise their child- together.

Now she wasn't so sure.

Dany laid her head upon her son and closed her eyes. A lonely tear ran down her face, before she hardened her heart- and stopped any more of those traitorous tears from escaping.

She woke up and mounted Drogon yet again, and she let him lead her for the majority of the day. Dany watched as her sons played with each other, Rhaegal showed off his aerial skills. Drogon had always used brute force and power to show his strengths, Rhaegal used his size and speed to his advantage.

The boys dropped her off on a cliff to show their hunting skills and best the other. It was strange she hadn't had this kind of bonding time with her boys in a long while- she missed it. Especially without her third son there to join in the fun.

It was her thoughts of Viserion that made her glance down at her still-flat stomach, she needed to go back. Dany was still angry, but it was thoughts of her unborn child and people that made her realize she was acting childish.

She called to Drogon, who had just been bested by Rhaegal in the hunt for lunch- when he came back for her. Dany climbed on his back and told him to take her back to Winterfell, they rode south as for a few hours while the sun began to set.

Drogon was still bitter from losing to his brother, she could feel it- so when he made a sharp turn when he spotted a beast, she was surprised.

Her son dove down towards the white as snow creature, he began to cock his head back to set the beast aflame.

The wolf looked up with blood red eyes and Dany pulled at Drogon to stop and to pull up. Her dragon was taken for surprise, he took a sharp turn as he came closer to the floor- Dany's grip on her son slipped. All her experience riding Drogon was for nothing in that one scary moment.

She was falling before she knew what had happened-