A/N - So sorry this didn't come out much sooner - I didn't mean to keep you guys waiting on a cliffhanger, my high school just started again and on top of that I have practice. So the chapter might take longer to come out, but I'll try my best to stay on top of it. Thanks for reading, please review.

Ghost howled and scratched at the door of Dany's chambers. The dragon queen walked over to him, she ran her fingers over his white fur - he had grown attached to her, second only to Jon. "What's wrong Ghost?" she asked, the beast growled in a low rumbled as he nudged his nose into the edge of the door. Dany rose her brow and opened the door.

Ghost barked loudly as Dany looked in horror at the scene in front of her door - Jon laid dead on the floor, covered in his own blood and Jorah standing over his lifeless body with his blade dripping with blood. Robb ran to them, he was attracted by the loud barking of Ghost. His face turned to horror as he looked at his brother's corpse. He clenched his fist in a rage and tackled Jorah to the ground.

Dany dropped to the ground and cradled Jon's head his her hand "Please... Jon, not like this... not again." she muttered. Robb was laying into Jorah, plumbing him with his bare fists. Over and over, he let out a roar as he hit him again and again. Dany felt her tears falling from her cheeks, Ghost nudged his snout into Jon's body.

Ser Barristan pulled Robb off of the man, Jorah looked over at Dany - his face was battered and he spat blood out before he talked "I did it for you, My Queen." he stated. Dany pressed her forehead against Jon's "Take him..." she muttered, the Dothraki guards grabbed him and took him away.

Dany looked down at the feet - tying to believe what had just happened, Ghost laid at her feet. Robb paced the room, Arya hugged her legs to her chest, sobbing. Ser Barristan hung his head as watch The Young Wolf in his fit of fury, Robb slammed his fist into the table - his knuckles were still bleeding. "I want his head!" he screamed "I was his fucking head, Daenerys!" he threw the table to the side and slammed it against the wall.

"He will be punished, Robb." she promised in an almost inaudible voice. Robb fell to his knees, his eyes looked dead and his face somber "Do I have your leave?" he asked quietly, all of his anger dissipated. Dany nodded, Robb rose and walked to his sister "Come, Arya." he stated lifting her up easily and carrying her out of the room. Ser Barristan turned to Dany, "I want to be alone... please." she spoke softly.

Jon nodded "I will be outside, Your Grace." he stated and walked out of the room. Dany crawled up into a ball under her sheets, she had only been with him a short while but it was much colder without him there. Dany sobbed silently, she shed tears for the first time since she lost Drogo and her son. She never thought she would care for another like she cared for her Khal, but Jon proved her wrong.

Sleep didn't come easy, she laid in her bed with her eyes closed and her mind picturing his northerner face, his dark eyes staring lovingly at her. Sleep eventually took her, she dreamed a dream she once had before - The Red Keep was destroyed, The Iron Throne covered in Snow.

Dany opened her eyes, hoping the events the day prior were just terrible nightmare - but they were all too real. Her White Wolf was truly gone and now she would have to deal with him. Jorah had been her closest ally and friend since she became the Khaleesi, but he killed her lover and now he had to pay.

Dany slowly rolled out of her bed and jumped backward when a shadowy figure loomed in the darkness. Dany shifted her body and stood tall when she faced the woman who walked out of the dark - she wore a red cloak and had soft features, she was quite beautiful. "Who are you?" Dany asked in a declaring voice. The woman gave a light smile "I am Melisandre, My Queen. I am a Red Priestess, I serve the Lord of Light." she explained.

Melisandre inspected the queen closely "You have lost much, My Queen - First the Khal, then your son, and now your Jon Snow." she stated, Dany frowned and nodded. Melisandre "I have seen it in the flames - Jon Snow's time is not over, not yet. He is to fight a great battle against the Others, and lead the charge to take back his home - and he is to be your King."

"Jon Snow is dead." Dany stated, the pain evident in her voice. Melisandre nodded "Jon Snow is gone, but he can be reborn amidst the flames - much like yourself, My Queen." she stated with a light smile. Dany widened her eyes "He... can you bring him back?" she asked, Melisandre nodded "The Lord of Light had granted me the power and I shall use it to save your Jon Snow, for he is the Prince that was Promised." she stated.

Dany nodded "I'll take you to him."

Jon's lifeless body was laid out before them, his eyes closed, and his skin as pale as the moon - his body was stripped of all clothes besides a towel wrapped around his waist. Dany stroked his cheek and smiled "We will be together again, My Love." she promised. Sam looked at her concerned "Are you sure about this, My Queen?" he asked uneasily, she nodded "I know you want him back as much as I do, Sam." she stated, Samwell nodded "Absolutely, but... this doesn't feel right." he pointed out.

Dany sighed "Please, Sam... If you don't trust her, then trust me." she pleaded, Sam took a deep breath and nodded. Melisandre had been looking into the burning fire for half a hour, she finally looked away from the crackling flames "The Lord of Light has spoken." she stated. The Red Priestess walked over to the lifeless Jon Snow, she brushed Jon's curly black hair behind his ear.

Dany listened closely as The Red Lady whispered into Jon's ear, she said the words in near perfect High Valyrian accent - Dany had studied her ancestors tongue for her entire life, but she'd never heard these before - she found it strange, but she was brought out of her thoughts when Melisandre turned to the dragon queen "Keep it alive and he will return." she promised as she pointed toward the crackling flames.

Dany nodded, The Red Lady slipped out of the room and Dany sat in the chair that was directly in front of the fire. She turned to Sam "Please tell the small counsel I would like to be alone for the remainder of the day." she stated, Sam nodded "Of course, My Queen... Do you think it'll work?" he asked. Dany looked over at Jon who hadn't even twitched "It will work... it has to."

Few Hours Later

Dany did as the Red Lady instructed and kept the flames alive, she didn't know if Melisandre could do the magic again, she didn't even know if she was still in the palace - so she didn't take any chances, she poked at the fire every time it threatened to extinguish, she kept her violet eyes attached to the flames - not for a second even thinking about letting it die.

Ghost laid on the floor in between Jon and Dany, every so often she would run her hands through his white fur - she could tell the direwolf was mourning his master.

Ghost picked his head up and looked at Jon, he jumped to his feet and started to bark wildly - happily, almost. Dany jumped and tore her eyes away from the fire and onto the white direwolf "What's wrong Ghost?" she questioned. Ghost ran to Jon's corpse and nudged his snout into the palm of his hand, Dany walked closer to Ghost, who was licking the hand of Jon Snow.

Dany smiled and scratched behind his ears "Do you miss him?" she asked with a sad smile, Ghost perked his ears up and stared his beating red eyes on Jon's head.

Suddenly, Jon jerked his hand away from the wolf and shot open his eyes while gasping for breath. Dany widened her eyes as Jon leaned up from the table, he panted loudly and looked down at his chest, he widened his dark eyes as he came to a realization of what happened "D-Dany?" he asked as his eyes turned to the silver-haired queen. She ran, no - sprinted to Jon, nearly toppling over Ghost.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and squeezed him tightly, "This must be the afterlife..." he muttered as he breathed in her majestic hair. Dany ran her hand through his curly hair "No... you're back... you've really come back to me."

Dany stood in the great hall of the palace, there were only a few people present in the room - Tyrion, Robb, Arya, Sam, Ser Barristan, and... Jorah. The Dothraki guards shoved him to the headsmen's block. Tyrion walked over to the queen and took her hand "I'm so sorry for your loss, My Queen." he stated in a near whisper and went to Robb and Arya. The headsmen of the Dothraki stepped forward with his blade in hand.

Dany held her hand up and shook her head "You are dismissed." she stated, the headsmen nodded and all the Dothraki left the room. Dany reached over for Jon's blade which was rested on a table behind her, she unsheathed the sword from it's holster and admired the white steel "A great man once told me - The one who passes the sentence, should swing the sword." she stated.

"My Queen, I don't think that would be best." Robb stated, Dany shook her head "It shan't be I who will pass the sentence nor swing the sword." she stated "Come." she commanded in a loud voice.

The doors behind them swung open and Jon barged in with a furious look on his face and Ghost trotting along his side. Dany smiled as the shocked expressions spread around the room. Jon looked different, his long curly locks were slicked back behind his head and only a few strands went on the front of his head. "No... no, It cannot be." Jorah muttered. Jon walked up to the queen and took the blade from her, he approached Jorah and placed the tip of his blade into the stone below him.

"I, Jon of House Stark sentence you to die." he began "In the name of our Queen, the rightful ruler of The Seven Kingdoms and protector of the Realm. If you have any last words, now is the time." he stated. Jorah looked up at Jon Snow "Valar Morghulis, Jon Snow - All men must die." he spoke and then rested his head back on the chopping block. Jon nodded and picked up his blade.

The motion was swift, Jon brought his sword down quickly and lopped off Jorah's head. It topped into the basket set below it. Jon wiped his blade clean and then sheathed it. He turned to his siblings "What's with those faces?" he asked with a light smile "Didn't think you could be rid of me so easily?" Arya didn't even wait for him to finish before she was wrapped in his arms.

Jon smiled and lifted her into the air and hugged her tightly, Arya tightly grabbed onto her brother's shirt and never wanted to let go. Robb walked up to his brother as Jon set Arya back on her feet, Robb made one quick motion and embraced his bastard "I thought you were gone." he muttered. Jon squeezed his brother tightly "I was, but I'm back - I won't leave again."