OMG! So sorry for the long wait! I'm still alive! But things got in and I've been doing work and other fandoms. I had to refresh a lot since it's been a long time I have not touched any GOT contents. But I ain't abandoning this!

So here we go!

Mereen

Jared watched the orange ocean waves hurdle silently, it gave him peace of mind that even in this foreign place, there was a familiar tranquil that reminded him of Westeros.

Essos is not as bad as he thought it'd be. The town may be old and uncivilised looking or old, but other than that, the society is more or less similar to Westeros. King's Landing to be specific. The folks here have strange accents, but it's good to know that they can speak some common tongue.

But they still looked at him in a strange way. Well, he can't really blame them since there isn't anyone who has the features of blonde and white around here.

Save the Prince and Princess of Essos.

Jared scoffed at the reminder of them, especially the Prince. That Prince Rhaegar is a snob, just because he's royal doesn't mean he can do as he pleases. And the way he provoked him, it was not very princely. At least, that's what he thought since King Jon is way different.

And if the rumours he heard were true, it's hard to believe that that Prince had anything to do with King Jon. Aside from their appearance, their characters are way off.

"You alright, boy?" the gentle voice of his father startled him, making him turn to him. Jaime Lannister looked at him with a concerned face, "You good?"

The young boy nodded, he continued to put his weight on the side of the ship, continuing to look at the horizon where the sun was about to sink, "I just can't wait to go back home."

"Me too," Jaime leaned his arms on the ship, watching the sun as Jared did, "But you have to admit, this place isn't so bad, eh?"

"Hmm," he hummed, "It's something like Westeros, just hotter."

"Sure is," he chuckled, "The town folks aren't too bad either."

"Save one," he muttered annoyingly, remembering the snob of a Prince he met days ago. If it weren't for his sister to stop their fighting, he would've shown what his father taught him.

His father didn't miss that last part, "who?" he looked at him curiously.

Jared's ears turned pink and he felt a sudden surge of embarrassment, "No, nothing," he quickly brushed it off.

Jaime observed his son, his brows quirked up. Thankfully, he only blinked and looked back to watch the view. Jared breathed a silent relief, but the next question made him stunned, "So I see you made a new friend with the Prince of the Free Cities."

The young boy grumbled, "More like an enemy."

"Behave yourself, cub", Jaime warned, "If King Jon decided to invite the family to the Harvest Feast, you wouldn't want to hear the rest of it."

"I know," he groaned, "But he's nothing like the King. He did as he pleases and spoke nonsense."

"Leave the matter to rest, child. The child is not your Prince, how he behaves is none of your concern,' Jaime rumbled like the lion he is scolding his cub.

"Yes, Father," Jared mumbled, although the boy's resentment still remains.

"Good, I do not want you to get into any sort of trouble over a petty subject. Right now, we shall do as he asks and leave this place."

"Yes, Father," Jared nodded.

"Ser Jaime," a familiar voice that the boy grew to recognize called his father, and they both turned back to find the Onion Knight looking at them.

"Ser Davos," Father greeted his mentor, "Any news from the King?"

"Aye, he has agreed that we will leave at the first light in the morrow," Jared let out a small sigh of relief, "I hope you have bought what you need for your wife."

He chuckled, "She's not a materialistic type."

"Indeed," the Onion Knight smiled, "Well, nevertheless, it seems our visit here is a success."

"Really? How so?" His father asked curiously as he leaned back on the ship.

"Our King is invited to a dinner," Ser Davos said enthusiastically, "And it seems that he's going to it with the young Prince and Princess, too have warmed up with King Jon."

The young warrior froze, trying to fathom the information he just said. Father, on the other hand, was expressionless. Until he shrugged, "Well, at least we got what we came here for," He said, "Well, boy. If things go really well, I think you might get a new friend."

At that moment, Jared wanted to throw up.

In the Pyramids

Jon had been to many political feasts, always confident and knew what he wanted to say.

But in this case, this was when he felt that he shouldn't be here, even though his sole purpose was to amend their relationship. He looked out at his guest window, where the sun had set, and night was coming. He must prepare for their feast.

Jon's fingers hesitated over a black tunic, its fabric soft to the touch, shimmering with woven threads of silver. He recalled Daenerys once mentioning how the colour reminded her of the night sky over the Dothraki Sea. With a sigh, he selected it, along with a pair of dark breeches and polished leather boots.

As he was adjusting his tunic, a soft whine drew his attention. At his feet, Greywind looked up at him with intelligent, knowing eyes.

Jon bent down, running a hand through the wolf's thick grey mane. "It's just dinner, boy," he whispered, though his voice betrayed the depth of his nervousness.

Greywind responded by gently licking Jon's hand, a gesture of comfort and understanding that spoke louder than words. The bond they shared, as deep and unspoken as the one Jon had with Ghost, was one of mutual trust and an innate sense of each other's emotions.

Just as he had with Lyanna.

A knock came at the door before he could think further, "Lord Jon?" the voice of Missandei came at the other side of the door.

"Come in," he gently said.

The door opened and the trusty hand of the Queen walked in. Jon bowed respectfully at her, always remembering his manners from his Uncle Ned that he never grew out of even now that he is King. "Lady Missandei."

She smiled, "My Lord, the Queen and her children request your presence now."

Jon nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. "Thank you, Missandei. Do lead the way."

She nodded, and walked out of his room, motioning him to come with her.

"Come on, boy," Jon whispered to the wolf and walked out of his guest room. With Greywind at his heels, they followed Missandei.

As he followed her silently through the winding corridors of the pyramid, where only the sound of their footsteps could be heard, his thoughts raced.

What should he say? How would Daenerys receive him? What must he discuss with his children? What is even appropriate to say to them?

He was never this nervous about any political meetings, yet here he is. Biting his inner cheek his heart raced knowing that the inevitable was coming. But ready or not, he must face it. There is no other way.

They reached a grand doorway, behind which the murmur of conversation and the tinkle of silverware could be heard. Taking a deep breath, Jon stepped through.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of a thousand candles, and yet no matter whatever is glowing in the room, his grey eyes sought her first.

At the far end of a long table sat Daenerys, her silver-gold hair reflecting the light, making her look ethereal. She wore a delicate white sleeveless dress, which showed the shape of her torso.

On her left side, sat the twins. They too were bantering about something until Lyanna's eyes turned to Jon. Abruptly, Rhaegar stopped talking and turned around to see him too. The twins' expressions changed into something…. awkward.

Damn, he knew something like this would happen. Even a simple 'hello' was stuck in his throat.

Fortunately, Greywind picked the perfect time to break the awkward silence in the room. The wolf barked excitedly and padded towards Lyanna.

"Greywind!" She exclaimed with the same amount of happiness as he took his place beside her, looking at her as if she were another friend to play with. He pressed himself on her thigh, demanding scratches, "Have you not eaten?" she asked the wolf.

Jon cleared his throat and walked towards the dining table, "Forgive me, Your Grace. My wolf seems to always smuggle his way here," he took an empty chair beside Dany and sat on it, "He kept escaping from my guards to join me," his eyes darted to the now playful Greywind, wagging his tail as Lya scratches his head in delight, "and her."

Dany shook her head, "It is fine, we have plenty of food for the wolf too as it seems," She turned her attention to her food. "And the princess seems to enjoy his company too."

Lya plucked a chicken leg from her plate and showed it in front of Greywind, "want one?"

Without hesitation, the wolf strikes for the meat and eats it on the floor, leaving the princess alone to focus on him.

Jon frowned, even if it was nice that Greywind was an icebreaker, he also didn't like how he was bothering her, "My apologies, Princess."

Lya turned back to him and shook her head, the same way Dany did moments ago, "No, it's fine. I like it when he's here, there's still more food too for us all." She gestured to the mouth-watering Essosi meat in front of them. Chicken, briskets, and some vegetables. Jon didn't even know he was hungry once he laid eyes on the food. "If we can't finish it, sometimes, Rhaegal and Drogon would take the rest."

"Oh, leaving the leftovers for the dragons?" he asked with a teasing tone.

She shrugged, "Muna says Drogon and Rhaegal eat a lot."

"That's not an excuse for you to not eat your food, young lady. Drogon and Rhaegal have their own, and so do you," her mother scolded her.

She pouted, "Yes Muna."

Jon chuckled at their interaction, it reminded him of Arya and Robb all those years ago, "Sometimes I would give my leftovers to the dragons or Ghost and his pups."

Rhaegar's eyes widened, "You have more wolves?"

His twin is just as enthusiastic as he is, "How big are your they? Are they really as big as me?"

Oh, they are just a spawn of Arya and Robb. He carefully sliced his steak, "Well, Ghost mated with my sister's long-lost direwolf, Nymeria," as he said this, his eyes involuntarily drifted to Dany, who was looking at him curiously. He then turned his attention back to the children, "We have several pups at Westeros, five healthy dire wolf pups. Three pups are with my brother and sister now, but one follows his mother into the wild pack."

"So…only Greywind stays with you?"

He shook his head, "There is Ghost and Greywind. Ghost stays in King's Landing with the dragons," he said, then he nodded his head towards Greywind who was sitting obediently beside his daughter, "You've met Greywind. I usually brought him around as he's less intimidating but careful around strangers. Keeps me secured and at the same time, other Houses allowed me to bring him around because of his smaller size."

"Careful but observant?" Rhaegar guessed as he turned to the wolf, panting happily.

"Precisely, just like how Drogon and Rhaegal keep you safe," he said.

"Drogon and Rhaegal are too big," he huffed, then he turned back to his food.

Jon chuckled, "But they will keep you safe no matter what."

"Hmm," the boy hummed and took a bite of his food, clearly, something was bothering him. Jon wanted to pry further, but he decided not to. He just gained his son's trust, he's not going to falter with it.

"What about your dragons?" Lya, who wasn't bothered at all, chimed, "What are they like? Are they as big as Drogon?" Gods, she reminds him of little Arya. How he missed her.

"Lya, don't be rude," Dany scolded her overenthusiastic daughter.

"It's fine, Your Grace," Jon told her gently, "I am happy to tell the princess anything she'd like to know, don't we?"

Lya ignored her mother's comment and nodded vigorously. This time, Rhaegar has his full attention on him.

"Well, I managed to hatch three dragons," He said, "There are Daenys, Balerion and Rhaena."

This time, Dany quirked her brow up, "All Targaryen names."

"Fitting for the Dragons," Jon answered confidently, as he took another bite from his steak, chewing fast so that he could tell more stories. "Westeros needs to remember who was the House that brought Westeros together."

"Targaryen, of course," Rhaegar chimed.

Jon chuckled, loving the child's enthusiasm. He can see the pride of his family, radiating like the sun, "Precisely. But as for now, they are still young. Not as intimidating as Drogon, so they can't scare off people the way your dragons did. At least, not yet."

"Oh, they must be very small then," Lya asked.

"They are, but they are still not fit to fly too far either. And I don't believe King's Landing is quite adjusting yet to see another dragon after such a long time. The guards are monitoring them, but I think they would be begging me to return as soon as possible," his last comment made Dany chuckle, his heart warmed seeing her smile.

"But Muna says Drogon and Rhaegal had been to Westeros," Rhaegar turned to his mother, eyes wondering about the inconsistencies of the stories that he had just been told from many resources, including his. It's good, for Jon wants the boy to learn and think.

"It has been more than a hundred years since anyone had ever seen and dragon alive in King's Landing. Even when your brothers were in Winterfell, they were surprised to see one," his mother answered gently for him, which made Jon want to melt. He missed the gentle tone that she used to say to him before all went to shit, seeing how relaxed she is now made him realize that he missed her so much.

"So then, how do your people accept the dragons?" the boy asked.

"They are going to have to accept the fact that there are dragons in King's Landing no matter what," he stated firmly, remembering the time councils were wondering about the existence of the dragons to be locked away in the Keeps of King's Landing, where they would surely be chained up for fear. But Jon knows his children, they would never do such a thing so long as their bellies are full. As of now, Ghost and Greywind are taking their roles perfectly as the older siblings, but now that they have grown, perhaps it's the other way around now. "They are mine to me, my children. Call them a monster all they want, but they are mine."

Something in Dany's eyes twinkled when he said the last part. Something he had not seen when he first arrived here, and last saw it in Winterfell all those years ago. He couldn't explain why or had the opportunity to contemplate it as the children began asking more questions.

"So, Ghost and Greywind are their brothers?"

"Familial speaking, aye," Jon answered, "Ghost is now in King's Landing with my brother, Bran. He looks after them, and at the same time, Ghost looks after him."

"Bran?" Rhaegar asked in a rather surprised way, eyes widened in shock.

Which confused Jon, quirking an eyebrow, "Aye, as I've said, I have a brother."

The young prince seemed to notice his little outburst, and he composed himself, "Oh."

Jon blinked, "Is…there something about my brother?" he asked gently, "Have you heard about him?"

Rhaegar shook his head, "No…no. Sorry, just….nothing."

Jon thought it odd, but he let him be. After all, the child had never seen his brother. Perhaps he mistook Bran for someone else.

"Now, about the Harvest Feast that you are going to host in Westeros," the Queen of Essos cleared her throat, "I would like to know a little about it more. As you know, I am out of touch with any sort of celebrations in Westeros."

Now that she mentioned it, he had forgotten that she was not used to such customs. Sure, by blood she is a Westerosi. But she was brought up in Essos, and given her history of running away from the Baratheon king, she hadn't had the luxury to think about such a thing. And now that she is caring for her…their children, and at the same time, maintaining the free cities, he doubted she had the time to think of such things again. "Well, I can tell you that it's one of the most joyous events. At least for me anyway. When I was young, my brothers and sisters enjoyed it very much."

The children exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of intrigue and cautious excitement. Rhaegar, ever the more daring of the two, tilted his head slightly, a gesture that asked the questions his words did not yet dare to.

"What's the feast like?" Lyanna asked, her voice a gentle echo of the breeze, her curiosity piqued as she leaned closer, her food somewhat forgotten.

Jon smiled, a warmth kindling in his chest. "It's a grand celebration," he explained, allowing his enthusiasm to colour his words. "The streets of King's Landing come alive with fireworks, street dances, and theatres from all over the Seven Kingdoms. There are games for the young ones, songs from the bards that echo through the night, and food, plenty of food from every corner of the realm."

Daenerys, who had been watching quietly, her expression unreadable, finally spoke. "It sounds... interesting," she said, a careful note of interest in her voice.

Jon dared to look her in the eyes, finding the fierce determination that had first drawn him to her, tempered now by a cautious hope. "It would mean a great deal to me," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, "If you all could join this."

The three of them looked at each other, their expression somewhat unsure, especially the children.

The young prince dared one more question, his young face set in a thoughtful frown. "Would there be knights from all the realms?" he asked.

"Yes," Jon chuckled, the sound rich with genuine amusement, "knights in their finest armour, ready to compete in jousts."

"There will be one?" his eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh yes," Jon answered, "It's a tradition that goes back from generations to entertain every Lords of Westeros in this feast," he popped another steak into his mouth, "I believe your Uncle Jon Connington knows more of this than I do."

Lya tilted her head, finally munching on her bread, "How come?"

"Well," Jon scratched his head, "Honestly, this is perhaps will be my second time to attend the Harvest Feast."

The three dragons blinked at his revelation, now their expressions are dumbfounded. "Huh? Did you not ever attend before?"

Jon shook his head sadly, "I grew up a bastard, I wasn't allowed to join these celebrations," he confessed, "My siblings would always go without me, so all I heard mostly were their stories and a couple of souvenirs from them." He really didn't want to bring up this sad story, but he's not the type to lie either.

"Oh," Lya pursed her lips, and he could feel her hesitancy. "I'm sorry." Even Rhaegar and Dany's expression turned awkward.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault. All is in the past," Jon waved it off, and grinned slyly, "Now, I get to host this. And I can set it up on my terms now, and no one can stop me for what I want to be there."

This definitely melted away the awkward tension in the room, and Lya and Rhaegar smiled at his remark, "Really?" they asked in unison.

He smirked, "I'm the King there, I can do whatever I want. So, if you'd like some request for anything, best to let me know before the festivals, Princess. Of course, this will only be exclusive for you all. Only you all get to ask for anything for this festival, no other Houses are able to ask for such things."

Lya then turned to her mother with a wide smile, "Can we, Muna?"

Rhaegar leaned towards his mother, "We never get to ask for anything to make a festival!" he chimed desperately like a child requesting for a toy. "Can we, Muna? Please?"

Dany looked at her children and glanced back at Jon with a quirk on her brow, looking like she knew what his intentions were. He didn't mind. All he wants is for them all to join him. His first time in the festivals was hard, all the Lords of other Houses had a loving family with them except for him. But now that he somewhat found them, he wanted to take the opportunity to be a family in this joyous festival. After many terrible things that befell the country, it is high time that something wonderful is to be celebrated.

The Queen of Essos sighed, "I'll consider it," this made the twins gasp with joy, "But," she lifted her index finger as a warning to them both, "I expect you all to do as I say and behave yourselves. Then perhaps I shall consider."

"We always do," Rhaegar grinned slyly, Jon blinked at how he behaved somewhat like him and Arya.

"Yes," Lya giggled, "So can we go?"

Dany snorted, "I said I would consider it, doesn't mean that I said 'yes'," The children gave her a look of horror. It's somewhat comical now that he saw it in them. The Queen resumed her food, chewing at them cooly, "You have quite a lot of lessons to catch up in a moonturn too, and I have several meetings with the merchants later on."

"We can always reschedule it," the young prince complained.

"Let's see," she took another steak and ate it, "I'll see that you both behave, and I'll say 'yes'." She then turned her gaze to Jon, making him gulp. She is looking at her through her half-closed eyelids, "You wouldn't mind if I give you my response later on, would you?"

Jon shook his head rather quickly, "Take as much time as you need, Your Grace," he answered quickly, "After all, it is still a moon turn."

"Thank you," she said cooly, looking down at her food, she picked another chunk of squared steak and ate it, "Now, I hope you had a pleasant stay in Mereen. I apologize for the nuisance that some of the rebels had here. But I assure you, it is under control."

Jon nodded and resumed eating too, "Not at all. I understand the pressure that you must face to have your people see your vision. They just do not understand what we are all doing for the good of the realm."

"Precisely," she said, he was glad that he could find a way for them to be on the same page.

And so, that was what they spoke about. Politics of what they knew. Something that most Lords do not understand, but a King and Queen do, who are devoted to the realm of their people.

After dinner, the Targaryen family returned to their chambers, calling it a day.

Jon, on the other hand, walked around at the gardens of the Pyramid. From all his time in the Pyramids, he hadn't had the chance to come here. Lyanna had brought him to other places but here during his stay, perhaps she thought that he'd be interested in battlegrounds and political duties.

But really, a peaceful scene like this is what he loved. Where he didn't have to deal with people and enjoy the nature. King's Landing's garden and Winterfell's forest had these, the only problem is that sometimes some advisor would interrupt his moment or he was told not to be alone. Ghost was the perfect company, the silent wolf would do nothing but observe and stay by his side. So being here is a delight.

The gardens here and in King's Landing are completely different but with the same concept. King's Landing had more trimmed and organized plants sprouting, the gardeners there did a fantastic job in keeping them healthy and blooming well. The pyramids here are organized well, but aside from seeing that they had different species, they grew more to become a shade in the harsh heat of weather. Winterfell on the other hand…well, it wasn't really a garden when they are surrounded by the lush green forest. But they were still able to co-exist with them anyway, and they in turn took care of them. And they certainly have a way to make him feel like he's in a different world. Nature is fascinating.

"Enjoying the gardens?" she asked, her voice soft, yet with a tone that carried both curiosity and friendliness, something better than the first time they met a few days ago.

Jon nodded, offering a small, almost wistful smile. "Yes, they remind me of the godswood back in Winterfell, in a strange way. A different world, but the same kind of peace."

"Well, I hope it pleases your eyes," she walked towards him slowly, her footsteps light against the gravel path.

"It's a new world every time different trees would grow in different places," he said, "But it's a welcoming world."

The Queen looked around, searching for something, "Where is your wolf?"

"He's in my chamber," he said, "If I let him out, he'll keep going after the Princess. I don't want to bother her with a hair ball in her room. Not a great experience." The memory of Greywind pouncing into his room and licking his face in the middle of the night was horrible. Worst of when he made water in the corner, it stunk his whole chamber.

She chuckled, "I see."

"I still wonder how he's so friendly with the Princess," he crossed his arms, "Not that I'm complaining, but it's never in his nature to come up to people he don't recognize so easily."

"I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that too," she said, "But I can tell you dragons are the only creatures they bonded very well."

"I can see that," he hummed, still looking at the gardens, "You've built a wonderful city, Your Grace."

"I would almost agree to that if it weren't for the rebels in the city," she said sadly.

"Ahh, some troublemakers bound to come by," Jon tried to reassure her, "It happened to mine when I came around trying to fix King's Landing."

"Did it work?" She turned to him.

"Depends on how you see it," he said, "I'm used to the fake smiles and cold stares. I did my best to restore the place, but….well. Westeros has been suffering a lot with all the nonsense of wars, so it's a lot."

"How bad is it?"

"Well, considering that we had to clear out Cersei's followers, then I can tell you our situation is not far different," he said, "If it weren't for Bran and Sansa, it'd be a lot more difficult to manage."

"I understand," She said genuinely.

He looked at her nervously, not wanting to miss anything, "You're doing even better," he said, "Managing a whole country and raising the children."

She snorted, "I think fighting rebels is a lot easier than raising children. Sometimes, I have to keep telling myself that they are still children, and they keep bringing in trouble."

"I assume Prince Rhaegar loves to find one?" Jon guessed as he crossed his arms.

"You have no idea," she answered. "But he has a lot of loyalty in him. Just like….a Stark."

Jon was surprised that she'd mention anything about their lineage. He was so careful not to mention anything about their relationship, but since she brought it up, perhaps it's safer to say the same. "The pack always stays together."

"So I've heard, but he's both," She hummed, "Just like you."

He shrugged, "I think I got a lot more Stark traits than my Targaryen side."

"Does it bother you?" there's a hint of hesitation.

"At first, as you knew, yes. But after a while, and after my children were born, not anymore. The blood of the dragons is a part of me, and I will live with that knowledge proudly."

She nodded before turning to the trees that grew and latched amongst the walls. "How has your stay been, Jon?" she asked, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the walls they'd built over years of separation seemed to crumble. "Was it... bearable?"

Jon chuckled, the sound dry and almost bitter as he turned to face her fully. "It's been better than I expected," he admitted, his gaze softening. "Meeting with young Prince and Princess was delightful, it dulls any political meetings."

Daenerys's lips curved into a subtle smile, her eyes darting towards the pyramid beyond the garden, where their children slept. "They were excited to see you," she said, her voice tinged with warmth. "I hope they weren't too much of a distraction."

"Not at all," Jon said quickly, his earnestness causing Daenerys to meet his eyes once more. "I'm grateful for the time we've had, even if it's brief. They're... incredible children. You've raised them well."

Daenerys's expression flickered a momentary sadness clouding her features. "They've had to grow up so fast," she said, her voice tinged with regret.

Jon stepped closer, his hand twitching as if to reach for hers, though it fell back to his side. "I want to change that," he said, his voice raw with sincerity. "You will have better allies and help if you come to Westeros. We can start anew there, let the children know where they truly come from. I know they are born here, but they are also part of Westeros too."

Daenerys studied him, her gaze lingering on his face, her emotions playing out like a tumultuous storm behind her eyes. "Is that why you came here?" she asked, her voice tinged with both hope and scepticism.

"Partly," Jon admitted, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I also came to invite you to the Harvest Feast in King's Landing. I know it's a lot to ask, but... it would mean a great deal to me to have you there. To have all of you there."

Daenerys quirked her brow, "You truly want me…..us, to attend?"

Jon nodded, his gaze earnest. "Yes. I know we've had our differences, and there's a lot we need to work through, but I want you to be there. For the children, and for us. Maybe it's a chance to start over, to rebuild what we've….. misstepped."

Daenerys's face softened, her gaze drifting to the horizon, where the faintest light of dawn threatened to break through the darkness. "Perhaps," she said, her voice distant, contemplative.

Jon took a breath, his chest tightening with the weight of their shared past. "I leave tomorrow, all of us," he said, his voice hushed, as if speaking any louder would shatter the fragile peace between them. "I have prolonged my stay, and I am grateful for the hospitality that you gave us all. But I hope you'll consider coming."

Daenerys turned to him, her expression unreadable, yet her eyes gleamed with a hint of something that could have been hope. "I won't deny that I'm intrigued, but yes. I accept your offer," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Jon blinked, shock flashing across his face. "You'll go?"

Daenerys nodded, her smile widening. "Yes. I want to surprise the children. If they are too excited, they won't stop talking about it. I have to temper them down."

He grinned. He wants to kiss her, gods know he wants to. But they are not there, not yet at least. This is a start. He took two steps forward towards her, "Then I will see you in the Harvest Feast, My Queen."

"I look forward to it, King Jon."

Without thinking, he stepped forward, extending his arm towards her. "My Queen," he called, his voice cutting through the silence of the garden.

Daenerys turned, her eyes widening as she saw Jon's outstretched arm. For a moment, she seemed taken aback, her expression softening as the dawn's light danced across her silver hair.

"May I escort you back to your chambers?" Jon asked, his voice tinged with hope.

The Dragon Queen's eyes widened. Her expression of hesitation, her violet eyes scanning his face, searching for something. Then, with a soft nod, she moved closer, sliding her arm through his. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt through Jon's chest, a bittersweet reminder of what they had once shared.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, her gaze fixed on the path ahead.

Jon led them through the winding paths of the garden, the gravel crunching softly underfoot, the scent of jasmine wafting through the air. Neither spoke, yet the silence between them felt less like a chasm and more like a bridge, a fragile connection being rebuilt.

As they reached the base of the pyramid, Jon halted, turning to face Daenerys. Her eyes met his, a mixture of longing and determination dancing in their depths.

"Good night, My Queen," Jon said, his voice thick with emotion.

Daenerys offered a faint smile, her fingers tightening around his arm before she released him. "Goodbye, Jon," she replied without any sort of formalities, her voice tinged with sadness yet underscored by a sliver of hope.

Jon gently took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. The gesture was brief, but it spoke of a longing that words could not convey, a testament to the memories and the love they had once shared.

He released her hand, watching as she ascended the steps, her figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the moon. He stayed rooted to the spot, the scent of jasmine clinging to his senses like a bittersweet memory. For a moment, the future felt uncertain, the path ahead veiled in shadow. Yet, as Daenerys disappeared into the pyramid, Jon felt a flicker of hope kindling within him.

Perhaps there was still a chance for them to mend what had been broken, to rebuild the family they had once dreamed of.

With a deep breath, Jon turned away, leaving the gardens behind as the dawn light spilt over the horizon, illuminating the promise of a new day.

Dany sat on her empty wide bed in her chambers, pondering what just happened.

The moonlight spilt through the windows, painting the stone walls in a warm, golden hue. Somewhere in the distance, Drogon and Rhaegal let out their nightly screech, keeping potential enemies away from the pyramids.

Her silver hair fell loosely around her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the sun began its ascent. The light from the torch glow danced across the vast tapestry of the room, but she felt none of its warmth, her thoughts still lingering on the encounter in the garden.

Her mind replayed the sound of Jon's voice, soft and rough with emotion, as he offered his arm to escort her back to her chambers. The feel of his warmth beside her, the bittersweet reminder of the love they had once shared. Her chest tightened at the thought, the years of separation pressing down on her like an iron vice.

"If I look back, I'm lost."

She shook her head, forcing the memories back, trying to focus on the present. Jon had asked her to attend the Harvest Feast in King's Landing, and she had agreed, the decision coming more quickly than she had expected. Gods, she felt like a green girl. Who is she really doing this for? Ser Connington would definitely make her go, but the others? She's not sure. Her rational side told her to stay cautious, for Westeros still despised her. She would be an easy target. But her heart….Oh, her damn heart.

Her gaze shifted to the closed door that led to Lya and Rhaegar's room. From what she's seen from their interaction with their father, it was…surprising.

Daenerys looked down at her hand, the hand that Jon had kissed, and felt a jolt of warmth surge through her chest. The kiss had been fleeting, a gesture more laden with emotion than a thousand words could convey. It had stirred something within her, something she had thought long buried beneath the ashes of their past.

She lifted her hand, pressing it to her lips, the lingering touch of Jon's kiss sending a tremor through her. Memories flooded back, the nights spent beneath the stars, their fingers entwined, their dreams shared in whispers. Her heart ached at the thought, her breath catching in her chest.

Was it possible, she wondered, to rebuild what they had lost? To heal the wounds that had torn them apart? She didn't know, but the prospect, however fragile, offered a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

With a sigh, Daenerys lowered her hand, her gaze drifting back to the distant horizon, where the city sleeps. She stared outside for a while, wondering if she looked beyond, she could see Westeros.

Wow, I haven't been updating for a long time! I'm so sorry! It was hard to come up with this part, I wasn't sure how a somewhat broken family interact. It's a lot to think ya know.

And there are other fandoms I watched, so this was somewhat abandoned. But ever since House of the Dragon season 2 is coming, the GOT fandom is coming back. I actually can't wait to write the next one, depending on my work :/

Anyways, I hope you all have been doing well! If you want to help me co-write this, do leave me a comment. Or you can find my discord: ex_edra.

Lemme know what you think as well! Otherwise, stay healthy everyone!

Claire