Dany's POV

Dany walked across the courtyard with Ghost at her heels, Tyrion close to her right and Missandei on her left. She was tired of being left in the dark and needed to know what was going on.

"I advise against this, Daenerys. Going in there and demanding answers isn't the way to gain the respect of Jon's people."

She spun around to look at her Hand, "I don't give a damn about what they think about me! Something is going on, I know it. And I intend to find out what it is."

"You should give a damn what his people think! After what he said in there a week ago, 'those people' will decide if Jon stays King in the North or not. And I think in the long run, you would regret it if you are the reason he is no longer a queen."

Dany shook her head, taking a deep breath- she looked at Missandei.

"You should listen to him, your grace. He's right- we shouldn't jump to conclusions," Dany looked at her friend, agreeing with what she had said.

"What would you have me do then, Tyrion?"

"Go in there, have a drink. Make conversation with people. Be calm, and if you can't do that- at least pretend to be calm. Approach Davos in a nice way, dont let people see you panic."

Dany conceded, letting him guide her in this decision- for now. Despite the uneasy feeling she had about pretending everything was okay, Dany entered the hall and smiled at the people there. Even if they didn't reciprocate she would be friendly anyway, not trying to give them any other reason to not trust her.

Sitting in her chair, Dany saw the empty seat next to her- Jon' seat. The only consolation she could find in this situation with Jon was if something were really wrong with him- Ghost would know. That's how it worked it had too. That's how it worked with her sons, it must work the same with Ghost and Jon- sure Ghost wasn't his child but they were a bonded pair. Bonded by choice. So she wouldn't let him leave her side, incase Ghost felt any sort of inclination that something happened to Jon- she wanted to be first to know.

Dany kept the smile on her face the entire dinner, through every conversation, every fake laugh- after a while her face started to feel numb. She kept it up though, and as casually as she could- headed over to Davos.

"Your Grace, how goes it?"

"I need to talk to you Ser Davos, in private." Despite her friendly face, her voice was serious.

"Of course, tomorrow?"

"No. Tonight, we will meet in Tyrions rooms. Immediately after this is all done. Now if you'll excuse me." Dany walked towards the doors of the hall, stopping every so often to bid another goodnight to anyone who stopped her.

She waited in Tyrions room, her foot tapping- Tyrion drinking. He didn't approve, he thought they should wait before making any accusations. But Dany was done waiting.

The door opened and in walked Ser Davos, the air filled with tension and silence.

Tyrion broke it, "Oh good you're here. Want a drink? Of course you do, I need one."

"Please sit, Ser Davos."

"You needn't call me Ser in here, your grace. Still feels funny to me."

"Then I insist the same, call me Dany."

Her Hand joined them at the table with three glasses of the dark liquid, one for Davos- and two for himself.

"My thanks." Tyrion tipped one of his glasses at the Kings advisors gratitude.

"Now down to business, from your tone earlier- I assume this isn't a social call. Is it Dany?"

"No it's not. I want to know what Jon is doing at the wall. I'm not an idiot and I don't appreciate being lied to."

"I'm not sure what yo-"

"Cut the crap. Why did he need to get up there in such a hurry? Has something happened?"

"Jon doesn't share everything with me."

"Well what has he shared with you, because he told me there was something going on with the Wildlings that needed handling."

"I haven't heard anything about the Wildlings."

"So you know nothing."

"I have nothing against you, I am loyal to my King. Just as I assume you would want Tyrion to be. I don't think I know anything of importance, but I also wouldn't want to betray Jon's trust by letting anything slip past me. So I'm sorry."

"Ugh you're no help."

Tyrion mumbled under his breath, "I told you this would happen. Be patient, Dany."

Dany got up from her seat, ready to leave before calling over her shoulder, "Patience isn't one of my strong suits."

Dany woke with a gasp. An uncomfortable pain in her chest, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her breath was ragged, skin clammy- shaking for some unknown reason. She looked up in her groggy state and saw Ghost pacing across the floor, whining every so often.

Looking out the window to her left, she saw it was later than she normally woke up. The rest of the house would be up getting ready to break their fast. Dany knew she could not go back to sleep, images and feelings would flood her mind. Her hand shook and she knew something was wrong, something had happened. She didn't know what, but from looking at Ghost and the feelings churning inside her- she knew it couldn't be good.

Before anyone could come in to help her dress or do her hair, she did it all herself- in a mad rush. Flying out the door with Ghost right beside her, she ran to the banquet hall, she knew she looked a mess but Dany did not care.

The doors flung open as she pushed them and all eyes were on her and the beast beside her, Dany's breath uneven and loud in her ears. There was silence as she walked to the front of the room, she could feel Tyrion's worried gaze on her, "Dany, no….."

"I will not wait any longer. I am not the cool, calm and collected Queen you asked for, that's not me. I am Daenerys Targaryen and I let my emotions get to me most of the time, and sometimes that's not for the best. But today… Today I am glad I am that Queen, because everything inside me- all my emotions are telling me something is wrong."

There was silence in the hall- most to afraid of the mad kings daughter to ask what could be wrong. Not Sansa, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I felt it and know it to be true, something is wrong with Jon- at the wall. I don't know, but I do know the only thing that could ever be a problem at the wall…. Are the walkers."

There were murmurs throughout the hall, some scared, some saying it wasn't true.

Dany pleaded with the northerners to believe her, "I have seen them, they are real. They killed one of my dragons, and as much as I hope nothing is wrong at the wall. What if something did happen? And we're sitting here doing nothing?"

"Dany, maybe we should go and talk somewhere a bit more private?" Tyrion slowly walked towards her, as if afraid she was an animal that would attack at any moment- before taking her arm and trying to guide her away.

She shook him off, "No! Let me finish. I know none of you trust me, because you think I am just some mad Kings daughter- here to steal your King. But that's not true, I am here to defend the north, the south- the world. From something that won't care what our name is or how much gold we carry in our pocket. I jus-"

The child, Lady Lyanna Mormont was the first to speak against her- cutting Dany off before she could finish, "Why should we trust you? We don't know you, we know Jon- but he is not here. And you may be marrying him, but that doesn't make you our Queen and you aren't his wife yet."

"I am Jon's wife in all but name. You are his people, and all of you are his family- which makes you my family. And I don't abandon family, I will fight tooth and nail for you, I will fight to the death for you, for Winterfell, for the North! I may not be from here, but this is Jon's home, which makes it my home as well- and I would rather be ready for a fight, then wait here doing nothing like sitting ducks- waiting for the slaughter!"

Dany was yelling by the end of it, willing everyone there to believe her- to not let their prejudice against her, ruin them, "So please… Please help me protect our home from those who would destroy it."