Jon's POV
He woke up in Dany's bed- alone. This would be the third day she was gone, he hadn't felt this kind of fear for another person in a long time, waking up without her was unbearable. Strange how he had only been with her for a few months, but now he couldn't get a good nights sleep without knowing she was safe. Tyrion was right, Drogon and Rhaegal would never let anyone harm their mother, but that didn't mean Dany was safe. This was unfamiliar territory to both her and her dragons.
Jon did the same today as he had for the past few mornings, grab a small breakfast from the kitchens. Have a quick meeting with his Lords and Ladys, then he would head to the top of Winterfell, and watch.
Looking out at the snow- hoping and praying for her to come back. He hadn't seen her in days, yet to Jon it felt like ages, they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Only now, did he know that was true- he told Dany he needed time to think. Now he had too much time, he knew what he wanted. Jon didn't care that they were both Targaryens, he loved her. And he loved the child that grew within her.
Jon had been so distracted by his thoughts he almost missed the dragon off in the distance. She was coming home! He wasn't a religious man, but in this moment he thanked any God that would listen. Dany was coming back….
He looked into the distance and saw it was Drogon leading, with Rhaegar a bit behind. The dark dragon flew overhead, as he waited for Dany to find a place to land him. Jon was not the only one who noticed Drogon fly by, Jorah, Missandei, and Tyrion joined him at the watch. Drogon circled back towards where he came from, and flew on his side. Something was missing.
Where was Dany?
Was she riding Rhaegal?
Did they leave her?
No.
They would never abandon their mother.
"Where is she?" He turned his head to Tyrion, who had advised him to wait. That she would return on her own.
"I- I… I don't know. Why would they come back without her?" Stuttering, Tyrion watched as Drogon and Rhaegal circled Winterfell. Rhaegal finally stopped his circling and flew back further North, with Drogon gaining on him.
Jon spoke to himself willing it to be true, "Come back, you stupid things. Bring her back to me." He stomped down the stairs with the others close behind heading off to the banquet hall, this needed to be discussed- and they would come up with a solution no matter how hard.
They yelled at each other, over and over again- the same arguments going in circles. Jon sat in silence, thinking- how would he save her? Jon knew the Dragons were smart, they wouldn't come back without a reason.
What was the reason?
What could possibly make them come here without her?
His head was filled with questions that he couldn't think of the answers for, so instead he chose to listen in on the people around him.
"Should we send a raven to Castle Black? Ask if she's there?" Jorah proposed it before Tyrion shot it down.
Tyrion shook his head, "No we can't. You know as well as I that if we send it the message could get into the hands of people we don't trust- Cersei's hands. And we can't have her knowing that we don't know where our Queen is."
Missandei reluctantly agreed with the Queen's Hand, "He's right, if she were here she would have bit our heads off for suggesting it."
Jon stood up and started walking out, waving off their questions. He hadn't realized it but they had been in that room for hours.
An idea came to him. A memory of what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Jon stood at the doors of Winterfell, "Open them, now."
He walked out into the clearing outside of Winterfell and walked for half an hour, Jon dropped to his knees and screamed.
"RHAEGAL… RHAEGAL..." He called to him over and over again, until his voice was hoarse- until it wasn't any louder than a whisper.
He was discouraged, maybe it wouldn't work. Maybe Rhaegal wouldn't come, the sun was about to start setting. Maybe all this was for nothing. Maybe he couldn't save her. Jon looked up at the sky in anguish, ready to give up- when he heard it.
A loud screech. Rhaegal had come.