Jon put his hand on Daenerys her cheek. He felt the warmth leaving her body. He held Daenerys' lifeless body in his arms while his tears were dripping down on her cloak. ''I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry'' Jon mumbled in between his tears. He stroke his fingers through Daenerys' hair and saw how the blood colored her hair red.
Jon didn't know what to do. He had succeeded with getting the sword but the rest was too much for him. Losing Daenerys at his hand again was too much of a burden.
Sansa had heard Jons screaming and rushed towards the crypts when she found Jon holding Daenerys in his arms. Sansas face turned pale and she looked in shock at Daenerys. Sansa turned to Jon. She saw the empty expression in his eyes ''What happened Jon?'' Sansa asked, afraid of asking too much.
Jon took a deep breath before facing his sister. Tears were still streaming down his face. ''I did what I had to..'' he mumbled. Jon looked down for a second at the sword that was strapped at his side. He knew his final quest was far from over.
''You killed her..? But, why?'' Sansa asked confused.
Jon remained silent. He made his way towards the exit of the crypts with Daenerys' body in his hands. He turned to Sansa ''Can I place her in my old room..?'' he asked out of the blue.
Sansa nodded at him ''Yes, that's fine. I'll leave you alone.''
Jon nodded at Sansa before making his way towards his old chambers. He carried Daenerys towards his old room. When he made it to the door he kicked it open before walking into the room that once seemed so familiar to him. Jon put Daenerys down on his bed.
Jon sat down on the bed. He turned his attention to Daenerys. He grabbed the handle of the dagger and pulled it slowly out of her chest. Jon tried to stop his tears from coming again. He turned his attention to the sword on his side. He knew what he had to do. His quest was to end his brothers life, once and for all. Jon stood up from the bed. He didn't look back at Daenerys' lifeless body. He closed the door behind him before he made his way downstairs.
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2 week laters, At Kings Landing.
Bran was sitting in his usual spot when he heard Tyrion barge into the library. Tyrion was as loud as ever. Bran noticed the nervousness in Tyrions move and he knew what that meant. Bran looked up at Tyrion.
Tyrion scraped his throat before speaking ''A letter arrived from your sister, your grace'' Tyrion said.
''I expected that. What does it say?'' Bran asked.
Tyrion opened the letter before reading it out loud ''Dear brother, I've got some news I think you'll like. As you said Jon made his way here with the Dragon Queen. She died. Jon got the sword. He left Winterfell about one week ago. He didn't tell me where you went but I'm sure you'll figure it out. I hope this helps. ~ Sansa''.
Bran gave Tyrion a hint of a smile before answering ''Prepare all the guards. Jon is coming for me.''
Tyrion looked suspicious at Bran. ''Are you even sure?'' he asked worried.
Bran nodded at Tyrion before ordering Tyrion to leave the room.
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One week ago, at Winterfell.
Jon noticed Sansa who was standing in front of the Weirdwood tree. Jon stopped a few steps away from Sansa. ''You look like father when you're standing here brooding about life'' Jon said jokingly. He did see the resemblance in Sansa and Ned Stark. Not in appearance, but in behavior.
''Father was the best man ever'' Sansa said with a smile. She turned her gaze towards Jon. ''I still miss the old days. The easier days. When everyone was alive'' Sansa admitted.
Jon saw how sincere Sansa was. He too missed the good old times when he thought he was just a bastard born in the war. ''Robb would've been a good lord'' Jon said all of a sudden. ''He was as honorable as father was'' Jon added.
Sansa nodded at Jon. ''He truly was. He didn't deserve to die like the way he did. None of them did. We lost so much throughout these years that I barely remember how it is to love someone'' Sansa admitted. This gave Jon shivers all over his body. He realized that Sansa had been through a lot as well. Jon took a few steps towards Sansa and pulled her in for a quick hug.
Jon pulled away from the hug a few seconds later. ''I want to tell you something'' Jon said while turning his attention back to Sansa. Sansa nodded at Jon.
''Before Daenerys burnt down Kings Landing she was with child. My child. I didn't know. Daenerys told me later..'' Jon blurred out. He felt the anger rise inside of him.
Sansa noticed the change in Jon and looked confused at him ''What happened?'' she asked shocked.
'Varys happened..'' Jon mumbled. ''Varys poisoned Daenerys. He killed my child..'' Jon added. ''I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I want you to know that I understand your pain. Ned might not have been my biological father, but his death, and the death of all the others affected me as well. I just want you to know, that whatever happened to us in the past. I just hope we can move past that, Sansa. Because we're family, whether we like it or not'' Jon said while looking at Sansa.
Sansa smiled at Jon ''You're right. We're family'' she said.
Jon nodded at Sansa ''Exactly. That's why I wanted to ask you something. I know this might seem crazy but I need your help. I need you to write Bran for me'' Jon said.
''But, why?'' Sansa asked confused. She had no idea why Jon wanted her to write Bran.
''Because I need him to think I'm coming to Kings Landing. I need him to think you're on his side. I need to buy sometime in order to win this once and for all'' Jon admitted. He practically begged Sansa to help him. He knew Sansa was his only chance in winning this war.
Jon didn't expect Sansa to agree with him but she did. Jon didn't know why but it didn't matter to him. He was just happy she was willing to help him.
''What are you going to do?'' Sansa asked.
''What I should've done the first time'' Jon said with a serious tone in his voice. Before making his way out of the Goods Wood. He turned around one more time to face Sansa ''You'll always be my sister'' he said with a smile before turning around and disappearing into the night.
Jon made his way back towards his room. He was about to open the door to gather his stuff when he heard footsteps from inside his room. Jon grabbed his sword from his side before kicking his door open. Jon was surprised when he noticed the shadowy figure standing at the side of the bed.
''Melisandre?'' Jon practically screamed out. He was shocked to see the red priestess standing in front of him. He saw her die back when the White Walkers were defeated near Winterfell. ''How..?'' Jon blurred out.
Melisandre chuckled at the sight of Jon. ''I just showed everyone what they wanted to see'' she said with a grin. She studied the grieving look in Jons eyes.
''I don't understand'' Jon said. He didn't know how it was possible that Melisandre was still alive.
''You will, later'' she said. Melisandre was trying to ease the tension in the room. But she knew it was no use when Jon noticed that Daenerys was gone.
Jon rushed to the side of the bed ''What have you done to her?'' he asked worried.
''What I needed to do'' Melisandre said, trying to calm Jon down. Jon clenched his fist in anger. He thought Melisandre had no right to move the body of Daenerys.
''Tell me where she is!'' Jon demanded. He looked furiously at Melisandre who was still standing at the other side of the bed. Clearly not impressed by his anger.
Jon was about to say another thing when he heard the door open from behind him. He heard footsteps approaching him from behind. Jon was in shock when he heard the all too familiar voice approaching him ''Jon'' he heard.
Jon turned around in shock. His jaw almost dropped when he saw Daenerys standing right behind him. Jon didn't say another word. Instead he rushed towards Daenerys and pulled her in for a hug. Daenerys welcomed the embrace as well and put her arms around his back.
''How..?'' he mumbled while holding Daenerys close to him. He never wanted to let her go again. Daenerys pulled away from the hug before looking Jon right in the eyes.
''Melisandre brought me back'' she said reassuring Jon. Daenerys put her hand on Jons cheek. ''I love you, Jon'' she said before pulling him in for a quick kiss.
''I told you not to worry, Jon Snow'' Melisandre said interrupting the intimate moment between Jon and Daenerys. ''Now, my part is done. I've brought fire and fire together'' she said with a smirk. ''I wish you all the best'' she said before making her way towards the door.
Daenerys turned her attention to Melisandre ''Thank you, for bringing me back. I don't know how you did it. But I'll be forever grateful'' Daenerys said with all honesty.
Melisandre nodded at Daenerys before leaving Jon and Daenerys behind.
Jon looked down at Daenerys and saw the scars on her chest. It were now two separate scars. The old one, right between her breasts. The second one right where here heart is located. This scar still looked fresh and it was terrible to see.
Daenerys noticed Jon staring at the scars. ''It's not your fault. You did what you had to do'' Daenerys said, trying to make Jon realize she wasn't bothered by the second scar.
Jon just gave Daenerys a hint of a smile before pulling her in for another hug.