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In Kingslanding.
Daenerys tried to sneak out of the inn, not trying to attract any attention to herself, but she failed miserably. Daenerys' cloak got stuck behind the door, and a man walked towards her to help her out. Daenerys tried to remain calm but she knew she couldn't be discover by anyone. It was the best for her safety if everyone thought she was dead. This gave her an advantage for her to take the city back when she was ready. That was the same reason why she left Drogon behind. She didn't want to risk getting captured. A knife in her heart once was enough.
''Ma'am let me help you'' a man said politely to Daenerys, while trying to get her cloak loose.
Daenerys nodded at the man but didn't say a word. She tried to look down, so he wouldn't recognize her.
The man grabbed his knife from his pocket and cut Daenerys her cloak loose ''All done'' he said with a smile. ''May I introduce myself?'' the man asked a bit embarrassed, while trying to get Daenerys' attention.
''Of course'' Daenerys said a bit stiff. She didn't like that the man was seeking attention from her. It was the last thing she wanted right now.
''I'm Ser Bronn of the Blackwater'' the man said proudly.
It only took a second for Daenerys to realize that this was the man Tyrion had been talking to earlier. She took a deep breath before trying to respond. But was interrupted by the man who continued talking.
''Can a man know your name as well, my lady?'' the man asked curiously.
''I'm sorry but I got to go'' Daenerys said all of a sudden. She left Bronn behind without answering. Daenerys ran out of the main street and tried to get out of the area as soon as possible.
She left the city as soon as she could to go back to Drogon. She knew she was going to Naath, also called the Isle of Butterflies, to meet up with the Unsullied. She didn't exactly know how she was going to tell Greyworm what happened to her and how she came back to life. She didn't even know herself why. The only thing she knew was what the priestess had told her about the real enemy that needed to be defeated. But Daenerys had no idea who the priestess had been talking about.
It took about a day for Daenerys to arrive at the place she left Drogon behind. It was a relieve when she saw her dragon safe.
Daenerys took of her cloak and walked towards Drogon before mounting him. They flew off as fast as they could towards Naath.
One thing that didn't leave Daenerys' mind, was what Tyrion had told Bronn. Something about Jon having a dragon as well. Daenerys had no idea where Jon had gotten a dragon from, but she knew she had to find out where the dragon came from because as far as she knew Drogon was the only dragon left. Rhaegal and Viserion both died in battle.
…
Beyond the wall.
Evening hit when Jon and the rest of the wildings sat down for diner. It was the same as usual. They ate what they could fine. This evening it was meat mixed with berries. Jon had found a deer in the forest when they were hunting and it had provided just enough for everyone to be fed for the day.
When Jon finished his diner he left the group behind and retreated to his tent to get some alone time. Ever since the discovery about Daenerys he had felt lost. He was trying to find out how it was possible that Daenerys came back from the death as well. What Jon found even more ironic that they both died from a knife to the heart and came back the same way, resurrected by a priestess that were following the Lord of Light.
Jons thought were interrupted by Rhaegar who sought his attention. The dragon was small enough to fit in Jons tent. Rhaegar sat down next to Jon and fell asleep beside him. Jon looked at the dragon with admiration and smiled for a second. He was mesmerized by the beauty of dragons. He knew it was his Targaryen side that felt the connection with Rhaegar.
Jon woke up the next morning by a familiar voice. He knew it was Igya. The girl he had grown pretty close with ever since he joined Tormund and the others beyond the wall. Igya was about the same age as Jon and they got along pretty well. It was a relieve to Jon to have someone to talk too besides Tormund.
''Jon, are you awake?'' Igya asked softly. Not wanting to wake up the rest of the camp.
Jon stood up and opened up his tent to see Igya stand in front of him with her bow in her hands.
''I am'' Jon said with a hint of a smile. But his smile disappeared just as quickly when he started to feel guilty.
Igya noticed Jons sudden change of behavior but decided not to bring it up ''Wanna go for a hunt?'' she asked, trying to distract Jon from whatever was on his mind.
''Yes, sounds fun'' he said, before gesturing for Igya to lead the way.
The two of them returned from the hunting trip about two hours later. They decided to stop by a near lake. It was a beautiful frozen lake surrounded by a waterfall. It reminded Jon of the waterfall he had shown to Daenerys, the waterfall where he used to hunt as a kid.
Every time Jon thought of something, it always brought him back to her. She was always on his thoughts. The guilt, the pain had become even worse knowing she was out there, probably all by herself. All he wanted was to be with her. Which he knew as absurd because he was the person who had killed her.
Igya noticed that Jon was distracted ''Jon, are you okay?'' she asked, not trying to overstep her boundaries.
Jon was suddenly pulled back to reality ''Sorry, what were you saying?'' he asked a bit embarrassed.
Igya chuckled at the sight of how flustered Jon was ''I was asking if you're okay'' she said with the biggest grin on her face.
Jon faced Igya and gave her a hint of a smile before looking away again ''I think so'' he said.
''I don't think you are, Jon. You seem so distracted all the time. Are you thinking about, her?'' Igya asked carefully.
Jon didn't expect for Igya to start talking about Daenerys. He tried to hold himself together because he didn't want to bother someone else with his problems. He knew he didn't deserve that. But something about Igya made him want to talk about it. He knew he could trust her so he decided to answer truthfully. ''Yes'' Jon said before taking a deep breath.
''What kind of person was she?'' Igya asked curious.
''Daenerys, was the most beautiful person I've ever met. She had this contagious smile that would made you smile. She could light up the whole room with her presence. Something about her was mesmerizing. I remember my first meeting with her well. It was inside the Keep of Dragonstone. She was sitting on the throne and I walked in. The moment I laid eyes on her I knew she had a lot to offer to people. She was smart, fearless, and had a good heart. But somewhere along the way something went wrong. I think it was the fact that she lost a lot of people that she cared about. I knew that, and yet I couldn't give her the support I should've given her. I was too distracted about the fact that I just found who my real parents were. But by being so distracted myself I never paid attention to how she was feeling. Went I finally found out, I was too late. She already went to a dark place and I thought she was going to destroy half of Westeros. So I..'' Jon tried to finish his sentence without showing his emotions but it was no use.
Tears started to form in Jons eyes. His chest felt heavy and painful, his heartbeat was racing faster every second. This was the first time that he had allowed himself to share his pain with someone else. He didn't think he deserved to feel this pain, let alone share it.
Igya comforted Jon until he calmed down. ''Jon, it's okay to feel this pain. It's part of grieving. You loved her a lot, didn't you? she asked.
Jon gulped away the last bit of his tears before facing Igya. He nodded at her ''Yes. I still do'' he admitted. But he knew he had no right to love Daenerys. Let alone even think about her.
''She sounded like an intriguing person'' Igya admitted.
''She really was. But enough about the dragon Queen. We should go back to camp. I think everyone will wanna eat something'' Jon said before getting up to prepare for their walk back.
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In Naath.
Daenerys arrived in Naath about two weeks later. She had taken her time to arrive because she didn't want to come unprepared. She knew that Greyworm thought that she was gone. In the mean time she did find out where Greyworm and the other unsullied were staying. It was in a small town near the beach, where they decided to settle down.
Daenerys made her way into the town when she saw the beauty of Naath all around her. She remembered her conversation with Missandei well. Missandei used to tell her stories about the beautiful beaches of the Isle of Naath, what used to be her home. Daenerys missed her best friend every day, and being here was hard for her. Because everywhere she went, she was reminded that her best friend was gone forever. Killed by Cersei.
Daenerys stopped in front of the house where she knew Greyworm was staying. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down before knocking on the door. No one answered, so she decided to knock again.
All of a sudden the door swung open. Daenerys saw Greyworm standing in the doorway.
''Hello'' Daenerys said with a smile on her face.
Greyworm was completely in shock to see Daenerys standing in front of him ''my Queen?''
Daenerys nodded before taking of her cloak so Greyworm could see her face. Daenerys saw all kind of emotions on Greyworm his face, surprise, happiness and mixed with sadness.
''How's this possible?'' he asked. Trying to understand how it was possible that Daenerys was alive.
''I don't even know myself'' Daenerys admitted. ''But yet here I am'' she added.
Greyworm gave Daenerys a hint of a smile before gesturing for her to come inside. Daenerys accepted his invitation and walked inside the house.
They walked into the kitchen, it was small but cozy. There was just enough space for the two of them to sit down and talk.
Daenerys sat down and Greyworm sat down across from here. Still looking at Daenerys with complete shock in his face.
''My queen. I'm so glad to see you'' he said.
''It's good to see you as well. Greyworm, what happened in Kings Landing?'' Daenerys asked.
Greyworm looked away for a second before answering ''As you know we let Jon Snow through to talk to you. We thought you would be fine so we let you two be. Not knowing what he would do to you, my queen. When I walked towards the remains of the throne room to check on you. You were gone my queen, except for a spot filled with blood. Jon Snow was there as well. In that second I knew he had hurt you. He even admitted that. Jon was al teared up but we arrested him right away. After word had come out that you were killed, there was a council formed and they choose the new king, Bran the Broken. I tried to get justice for you by getting Jon executed but they didn't give in. Instead they banished Jon Snow.''
''Who decided to make Bran king?'' Daenerys asked, a bit angry. But she tried to remain calm. She didn't want to get lost in her rage.
''Tyrion'' Greyworm said.
''I don't understand why they would choose, Bran'' Daenerys admitted.
Greyworm shrug his shoulders ''I didn't understand either. But the only king or queen I follow, is you'' Greyworm said proudly.
''But what about this place?'' Daenerys asked. She didn't want to force Greyworm to fight for her again. She wanted to change her ways.
''I want to fight for you, my queen. So let me'' He said convincing.
Daenerys nodded ''Al right. If that's what you really want. But I meant what I said back in Kings Landing, you're my master of war.''
''One question my queen. How did you come back?'' Greyworm asked curiously.
''Drogon flew me to Asshai. A red priestess resurrected me'' Daenerys admitted.
Greyworm noticed the uneasiness in Daenerys her facial expression when she talked about her resurrection so he decided to drop the subject. He smiled proudly at Daenerys.
''Let's get the rest of the unsullied'' he said.
…
Six months later beyond the wall.
*What happened in those six months will be explained by flashbacks in the upcoming chapters.
Jon sat down in the snow, trying to take in the beauty of his surroundings when he noticed a shadow forming on the ground in front of him. He looked up and saw a big dragon making his way down. Jon noticed the familiarity in the dragons look and he knew that it was Drogon.
Jon was about to get up but was stopped by Drogon who landed right in front of him. The dragon growled loudly at him. Jon looked away, trying not to piss off Drogon. But Drogon stopped growling at him when Jon noticed a silver haired girl stop him ''It's okay'' Daenerys whispered.
Jon stared in disbelief at Daenerys who was walking towards him. She was as beautiful as he could remember. Jon wanted to say something but he didn't know what to say, because no words would be right.
''Jon Snow'' Daenerys said, with a serious tone in her voice.
''Dany..'' Jon mumbled softly. Trying to remain as calm as possible. But he know it was no use because Daenerys had already noticed the uneasy shift in his body right away.
Daenerys walked towards him until she was just a few inches away from him. She didn't say a word, but the look in her eyes said everything. Her eyes were filled with pain.
Jon looked Daenerys right in her eyes and tried to hold himself together. He almost did until he noticed a big wound appearing from above her robe, showing the exact place where he had stabbed her.
Daenerys took a deep breath before interrupting the awkward silence between them. She stared right into his brown eyes that were filled with guilt. His once big, sparkly eyes were now replaced with remorse, hurt and pain. They just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Daenerys scrapped her throat.
''Jon. We need to talk'' she said.
''What is it?'' Jon asked awkwardly. He didn't know what to expect of Daenerys.
''I found out the truth about why I was brought back'' Daenerys said cutting right to the chase.
This drew back Jons attention and he stared at Daenerys ''What?'' he asked.
''Jon, I really, really wanna make you suffer for what you did to me. I'd want to kill you in a heartbeat if I'm being honest, but that's not what I'm here for. I need your help bringing down the greatest threat yet'' Daenerys said, trying to get him to understand.
''I don't get it. The Seven Kingdoms are finally at peace!'' Jon said feeling suspicious. He didn't trust Daenerys.
''No that's not true, Jon. I finally understand why everything happened in the past. Everything, including you killing me. Don't you get it? Who is the one person who sees everything? Who can manipulate everything to his will? Who somehow became king of the Six kingdoms'' Daenerys tried to explain, but she noticed the distrust Jon had towards her.
''My brother would never do that!'' Jon spat out.
Daenerys took a deep breath before answering Jon ''Your brother is not here anymore, Jon. It's the three eyed raven. Not Bran'' she explained.
''How do you even know this?'' Jon asked.
''The priestess in Asshai told me something about the biggest threat yet. I didn't know what it was until I went back to Kings Landing to get all the information I needed.''
''How do I know you are telling the truth?'' Jon asked.
Jon looked at Daenerys and saw the rage rising in her eyes for just a second but he saw it disappear just as quickly. It was something he hadn't seen before, it was like she more control over her emotions than before.
''How do you do that?'' he asked out of the blue.
''Do, what?'' Daenerys asked confused.
''Control your anger'' Jon stated. ''I've seen your rage before. Back in Kings Landing. You couldn't control yourself and that's why you burnt the city to the ground.''
Daenerys felt a pain inside of herself, but she knew there was no excuse for what she had done back in Kings Landing. ''What I did, was wrong. But I had lost so much that I didn't feel like it would ever stop. The moment I asked you to join me was never to lay waste to Westeros. I wanted to rule with you, because you were the one to keep me sane, Jon. I loved you.'' Daenerys admitted.
''I get it if you don't trust me. But you once asked me to put my trust in you, a stranger. Now put your trust in me. Jon, your brother is planning something big, and I can't stop him without your help. So please, trust me'' Daenerys said, trying to convince Jon.