So, I have been re-watching Game of Thrones and I just noticed that after Dany loses most of her allies, she really starts to lose it. Quick to anger, super defensive. Just all around slightly unhinged. Now I have heard she completely loses it in season 8 but I still haven't seen it. I know shame on me but if she does I can kind of see where its coming from. But it also depends on how they portray her decent into madness. I look forward to watching that season soon.

Please go back a reread from chapter 21 as I have changed some things. most of it after 21 is just grammer related but chapter 25 def has some big changes.

Warning for major character deaths in this chapter. You have been warned.

*Dragonstone*

"Do you know what I like about you?" Tyrion turned his head from the fire to gaze at Dany. Her question surprised him but he was curious.

"I honestly don't." He muttered. He had told Dany everything Thomas had done and he was disappointed when she didn't punish him in any way. He should have expected it really, the man could do no wrong in her eyes.

"You're not a hero." Dany was standing by the map of Westeros sipping at a goblet of wine. It had been days since Thomas had left and the hole in her heart was maddening. She missed his presence terribly. Even more worrisome, his dragons had disappeared the day after he left. She hoped they hadn't gone to the mainland to cause mayhem and terror.

"Oh." She turned back to Tyrion. "I have been Heroic on occasion." He muttered thoughtfully. "I did storm out the mudgate during Stannis' attack."

Dany interrupted him as she too moved in front of the fire. "I don't want you to be a hero." She took a shuddering breath. "hero's do stupid things and they die." She shook her head. "Drogo, Jorah, Daario, my own Thomas and now this Jon Snow. They all try to out due each other. I don't want any more heroes in my life."

Tyrion looked into the fire. "It's interesting, these heroes you name, they all fell in love with you."

Dany looked confused. "Jon Snow is not in love with me."

Tyrion smirked. "Of course not. I'm sure he stares at you longingly in the hope of a successful military alliance."

Dany rolled her eyes. "Even if he is, He will be sorely disappointed. Thomas is the only one who will ever hold my heart." Her eyes shined as she turned back to the fire. She eventually sat down in a chair across from him.

"So, if all goes well, I will finally meet your sister. After everything I heard, I think she would rather murder me than talk to me."

Tyrion gave her a smile. "Torture you first, then murder you. Nobody trusts my sister less than I do believe me. She is planning some trap for you when we arrive. So, when we go to king's landing, we go with both our armies and three dragons. If anyone so much as touches you, we take the city by storm."

"I thought you didn't want to do that?" Tyrion gave her a look. "if she is preparing a trap. Shouldn't we prepare one as well?"

"That is what she would expect." Tyrion muttered.

"If we want to make a better world, I don't think deceit and mass murder are a good start."

Dany scoffed. "Name a war that wasn't won by deceit or mass murder." Tyrion remained silent. "Blood will be spilled before this is over Tyrion. You do understand that yes?"

"Of course, I understand that. Of course, you need to be ruthless in our campaign. You must inspire a bit of fear. But if fear is all you have then you are no different form my father or Cersei. Fear makes your power brittle because everyone below you wants to kill you. At the first sign of blood they will pounce."

"Fear worked for Aegon Targaryen." Dany pointed out.

"Aegon Targaryen built the wheel you wish to destroy. IF you wish to be like them how are you any different form the tyrants that came before?" Tyrion questioned. Dany got annoyed and stood up walking towards the window. Tyrion followed after her.

"So, you want us to walk right into the lion's den." She huffed.

"My brother promised me he would keep a tight grip on the Lannister forces."

Dany shook her head. "The only Lannister I trust is you. Not your brother who stabbed my father in the back."

"I did promise him I would keep you from doing anything impulsive." Tyrion gave her a strange look.

"Impulsive?" Dany questioned.

"This will not be an easy negotiation. We will be sitting down with people who want to take our heads. You have a bad habit of losing your temper. Especially since my sister will say anything to get a rise out of you."

"When have I ever lost my temper?" Dany's voice held an edge.

Tyrion braced himself. "When you unleashed Thomas Ward onto Westeros and ten did nothing when he burned two people alive and then killed a prisoner for no apparent reason."

Dany glared at him her temper flaring. "Everything he did, he did to make sure I would be safe and one step closer to the throne. That prisoner he killed hurt my baby. Hurt our baby. He deserved what he got. As for the Tarly's, her gave them a choice. They made it." She finished with a growl.

Tyrion gulped, knowing she got very defensive of Thomas. "Perhaps. Perhaps all you said is true but maybe only the father had to die. Lock up the son, kill the father. The boy would have come around. Instead, you had a man burn two men alive, just as your father, the mad king would have done. Not a good comparison."

"Thomas is nothing like my father!" Dany snapped. Violet eyes blazing at Tyrion. "He is a good man. The most trusted man I have. He will never betray me." She snarled at him.

"Cersei will use this to gather more followers and hurt your image. I'm not doubting his loyalty." Tyrion tired to reason. "I am just trying to understand our enemy's perspective. IF we understand that than we can counter them at every turn and beat them. And I say this not to anger you but because I believe in YOU. In the world you want to build but the problem is that this world you want won't be built in one lifetime. So, I have to think about how we keep the wheel broken after your gone."

Dany tensed. "You've been thinking about my death? You want to know who sits the iron throne after I'm dead is that it?" Tyrion tensed seeing where she was going with this.

"You can't have children, you said so yourself. There are other ways of choosing a successor. The nights watch has a way, hells even the iron born have their own way."

Dany's voice was cold. "We can discuss my succession when I wear the crown."

Tyrion sputtered. "Your grace, any day at any moment you could die. Assassin, illness, or an act of god. You could die. Who will pick up your vision when your gone? I'm just trying to help you by thinking long term."

Dany glared down at him. "Well maybe if you thought short term, we wouldn't have lost High Garden and the Iron Born." Dany moved past him. "We can discuss my succession after I have my crown." With that she left the room and Tyrion was left wondering if he was still serving a worthy queen. Ever since his plan had started falling apart, she had been on edge. Uneasy about everything. Thomas seemed to be the only thing keeping her in check. Now with Thomas gone he could see her slowly unraveling.

*North of the Wall*

They had been traveling for well over a day now. The cold harsh landscape covered in snow as far as the eye could see. Thomas stood near the middle of the procession and was so busy trying to keep his fingers warm he ignored all the conversation around him. Only catching brief snippets. From the redhead talking about fucking women with Gendry to Jon and Beric talking about Ned Stark. For the majority of the journey the hound kept him company their silent agreement keep quiet was welcome in the cold environment.

Of course, all things come to an end when they came upon Gendry complaining to Beric Dondarion. Thomas chuckled when the Hound shut him up and kept moving Gendry stood in bewildered silence before rushing to catch up to them. After that the only thin of note to happen was when Jon Snow and Jorah Mormont stepped off to the side to have a private conversation. Thomas ignored it in favor of the presence at the back of his head.

"I heard you're the Dragon Queens dog." Thomas looked up and saw Tormund approach him.

Thomas gave him a disbelieving look. "Dog?"

"Aye, you fight her battles and kill who she says. Just like a dog." Tormund stated. "You must be a good fighter."

Thomas released a chuckle as he looked at the wildling. "I guess I am her dog. Her dog of war." Tormund smiled back at him. "I like to think of myself as her dragon."

"Ha. I like you boy." Tormund patted his back before moving forward.

Another day passed and with it came a blizzard. Walking became even more difficult and vision became almost none existent. Luckily Tormund seemed to be used to it and stopped the Party when he noticed something moving in the distance.

"What is it?' Thomas asked as he peered out into the storm.

Tormund kept his voice low. "it's a bear. A big fucker by the looks of it." Once he said that, the scout who was out ahead of them spotted it. The bear sensing the man turned its head and Thomas finally spotted it. More specifically the bright blue eyes that were now charging towards the feeling wildling.

"Do bears have blue eyes?" Gendry asked nobody in particular.

Before anyone could respond, a second bear came out of nowhere killing and dragging off the scout. Jon ran after them but only found blood and a spear. Thomas looked around at the eerily quiet surroundings. Drawing his sword, everyone soon followed suit. Forming a circle, they waited for the next attack.

They didn't have to wait long as the first bear fell upon them. Quickly killing another wildling and tossing his corpse aside the bear ran off only to be replaced by the second. By now the red priest and Dondarion had ignited their swords. They charged the bear head on, the fire catching instantly as the bear reared up and let out a broken guttural roar. Throwing another dead man aside, the beast came face to face with the hound.

Thomas ran forward intent on cutting the beasts head off but Thoros beat him to it. Shoving the hound out of the way, Thoros was pinned to the ground, his flaming sword the only thing between him and death. Thomas shoved his sword into the chest hoping to hit the heart. He must have missed because the bear swung a paw, throwing him back. Thoros' scream rang out as the bear got around the sword and tore into his chest. Jorah seeing an opportunity lunged forward with a dragon glass dagger and plunged it into the beast's heart. With one final cry the beast toppled to ground dead and burning. The other bear reappeared and lunged for Thomas. He held out his sword praying luck would be on his side. Thankfully the gods answered his prayers and he hit its heart before any damage could be done.

As they all gathered themselves around a mortally wounded Thoros, Thomas took stock of the situation. "We need to take him back to East Watch." He heard Jorah say and he couldn't help but agree. Most of their party were dead and they had only faced two bears. What would happen when they had to steal an actual soldier from an army? It seemed impossible.

Just then Thoros groaned in pain as Beric cauterized the wounds with his sword. Thomas and Clegane looked away as the stench of burning flesh filled the air.

"We need to keep moving." Jon spoke up and started following the tracks. Thomas and Gendry blanched while everyone else followed.

A few hours later the storm abated and it was all clear. Tormund once again stopped the procession when he heard clanging nearby. Everyone froze, expecting to be attacked. Thomas reached for his sword and was prepared to run for his life when Jon and Tormund moved up a nearby hill. Everyone waited for them to return and when they did Thomas paled. AN actual patrol was nearby. This is exactly what Jon had wanted.

Jon gathered everyone around. "I have a plan." He began. "We need to set up a fire. Someplace with lots of cover so we can hide as they come to investigate." He had everyone's undivided attention. "When they get close enough, we move in. Myself and Thomas will take on the walker. They can only be killed by Valyrian steel or dragon glass. The rest of you with have to kill the whites but remember, we need one alive. Try and be quick and as quiet as possible. We have no idea where the main force is. I'm sure none of us want to be running to wall from all the way out here." Jon chuckled to try and ease the tension but he was alone. "Any questions?" Everyone shook their heads.

Soon enough they found a suitable ambush position. Plenty of escape routes for them, and only one way out for the dead. Tormund quickly started a fire and made sure it was good to go for a while before hiding. Everyone else already in position. The tension kept mounting as scrapes of metal and the crunch of footsteps came near. Thomas was shaking, he truly didn't think the dead were real. He honestly expected to be betrayed and held hostage in order to sway Daenerys. He owed Jon Snow an apology.

He spotted them as the came into the small clearing they picked. The grey form of the walker was chilling to behold. His weapon, nothing like Thomas had ever seen appeared to be made of ice. The dead who followed it were in varying states of decay but all had the look of the Wildlings. All of them had bright blue eyes. It was terrifying.

As the walker approached the fire he whites stopped. Thomas held his breath, waiting for Jon to make the first move. He didn't have to wait long before Jon stood and charged. Thomas was right behind him and the rest appeared behind the whites. The fight was short as Thomas and Jon quickly overwhelmed the Walker and slew it. With its death came all the white's deaths as well. All except for one. Everyone was stunned for a moment before quickly coming to their senses and surrounding the dead man. Seeing no escape, the monster growled and swiped at any who got too close. Tormund eventually got bored and threw his axe away. Sensing an easy kill, the white lunged for him Tormund, punched it in the face before tackling it to the ground. It soon became a dog pile as everyone worked to restrain the thing. Thomas was about to join the pile when an ear-piercing shriek tore from the beasts' mouth. Clegane covered it but the damage had already been done. Jon and Thomas who stood to the side listened as what sounded like a million stampeding feet came their way. Looking out back the way this patrol had come they saw a large blanket of snow cover the horizon, steadily coming closer.

'Run!" Thomas yelled and quickly ran the other way. Jon joined him but stopped briefly to grab Gendry and tell him to run a different route back to the wall. Tormund took the boys hammer before he left and soon the whole Party was running. Thomas in the lead eventually found himself on a frozen lake where he slipped and fell on his back, sliding forward as cracks appeared around him. Everyone froze as they too joined him on the lake. Jon turned back and saw a horde of undead charging towards them and slowly closing on them.

"Keep moving forward!" He shouted. Thomas struggled to his feet but kept up with the hound. He saw Jon stop on top of a Rock that was jutting out from the lake. He was about to call out and ask what the problem was when a pained scream followed by Ice breaking sang out behind him. Turning briefly, he noticed the man behind them had been dragged beneath the depths and a ring was forming around the little island as more Walkers came out onto the lake. As they all stood on the island, they saw the entire horde surround their position. It was massive. The only thing close to this size that Thomas had ever seen was the entirety of the Dothraki horde and even that seemed small compared to this.

"What do we do now?" he heard Ser Jorah ask. It seemed no one knew how to answer him since not a single one of them said a word.

"WE wait and hope Daenerys gets that raven." Jon eventually replied.

Thomas turned to him. "Raven, what raven?"

"I sent Gendry ahead so that he could send a raven to her. Hopefully she will come with her dragons and get us out of here." Jon explained as everyone started to slowly settle down.

"That will take days." Thomas pointed out. "Not to mention if he even reaches the wall."

Jon sighed. "Then what do you have in mind?" Thomas stopped and looked around. The sun was setting and the temperature was dropping. Reaching out for the presence in his head he was disappointed to find it feint.

"I guess we wait." Thomas sighed and took a seat.

Beric though, had a different idea. "We could go for the walkers. When you and Thomas killed one, almost all the whites fell. We could end this war right now if we kill them all."

Jon sighed as they both looked up and saw the night king and 5 other walkers astride dead horses looking down on them. "We would never reach them." Beric conceded the point and soon everyone was huddled up for the long night ahead.

*Elsewhere during the night*

He had been running for hours. The cold air burned his lungs as his legs threatened to give out at each step. The sun had disappeared hours ago and only now did he catch a glimpse of the towering wall. Hope and renewed strength filled his bones as he charged to his destination. He smiled as it kept getting bigger and bigger. Then all he saw was Snow and a blinding pain in the back of his neck. He was laying on the ground. He had to get up. With that final thought, his world went black with a snap.

A howl pierced the night as Gendry's lifeless body bled out onto the ground. So close, yet so far from his destination. His friends unaware of his fate would be left to fend for themselves.

*Next morning*

Thomas awoke with a start, his body shaking form the cold. Around him the others also roused. Looking at the horde he shivered as their glowing blue eyes stared at them, unblinking. Sleep did not come to him easy last night and now he was sure that nightmares would plaque him every night.

"Thoros."

Thomas turned at the sound of Beric's voice. Looking down, he saw Thoros was dead. Frozen where he lay. Everyone was silent for a moment before Jon spoke up.

"We need to burn the body."

Beric ignited his sword while Jon poured the reaming Wine Thoros had, on his body. Thomas muttered a prayer as they all stood around their fallen comrade.

Later on in the day Thomas was sa down reaching out through his link trying to see when help would arrive when he heard the Hound pick up a rock and throw it.

"Dumb cunt."

Thomas and everyone watched as he picked another rock and threw it. Thomas groaned as the rock landed short and slid to the dead's feet.

"You stupid fucker." He groaned and drew his sword. Everyone quickly following suit as one by one, the Whites marched towards them.

"Fuck it." The hound rushed forward swinging Gendry's Hammer into one of the dead. Soon enough everyone was fighting. Grunts and screeched, thuds and screeches filled the air as everyone fought for their lives. Thomas, swung at everything that came close to him. Standing beside Jon he also witnessed the man's skill with the blade and promised, that if they made it out alive, he wouldn't cross swords with this man.

More and more dead just kept coming and Thomas noted from the Corner of his eye, the Walkers were just watching. Either unwilling to put themselves at risk or more likely just waiting for them to be overwhelmed, Thomas cared not. For all he could do now was fight for his life. The dying screams of a man came to him and he took a chance to glance back. He saw the final Wildling being torn apart and as he looked forward again, a white talked him to the ground.

Grunting as the air was pushed from his lungs, he felt it's teeth bight on his forehead. Screaming in pain and fear Thomas struggled to get it off him. He was saved though, when Jon dispatched the White. Clambering back and onto his feet, Thomas grabbed the capture undead and moved it back as the tide of undead grew before them.

"Fall back!" He heard Jon shout. "Fall back!" Thomas stopped dragging the body to fight off a white that had gotten passed and Jon took his place.

Keeping an eye out, Thomas noticed that Tormund had a gash on his head as well. Half his vision became red as blood from the bite trickled down into his eye. Ignoring the sting, Thomas focused on the growing Presence in his mind. They just had to hold out a little longer. That proved harder than expected as they were all pushed together on top of their little island. Thomas in one last desperate move swung his sword in a huge ark.

"Get down!" He shouted and grabbed Jorah who stood to his left. Falling to the ground he felt the heat of fire roar above him and soon after roars of dragons. Everyone looked up as the stone before them blazed with fire and a red dragon flew above them. Thomas cried out in joy as he saw Cinder, now nearly half the size of Drogon burn the dead around them.

She directed her fire in a circle around their island so that once again, the dead couldn't get to them. The few that were still near them though, were easy to dispatch. Everyone looked on in Wonder as Cinders red scales glinted off the fire she sprouted. Cheers erupted among them as they gathered their prize and awaited the dragon.

"Daenerys came." Jon murmured.

Thomas laughed at that. "No, she didn't." When he saw Jon's look, he explained further. "Jon, I had my dragons follow us shortly after we left Dragonstone. There was no way I was trusting my life to you on a quest that at the time, I thought was folly. I just had her and her sister stay far enough away none would notice them."

Jon looked shocked and even a little hurt for a moment but his face paled as he beheld the night king Raise an ice spear. "Look out!" Jon cried. Cinder of course didn't hear him and was unaware of the threat as she landed on the island.

The night king lined up his shot and was ready to throw when another roar tore threw the air behind him. Turning, he barely had time to throw up some kind of barrier before him and his companions were engulfed in flames. Saphira soared into the fray as thousands of undead simply dropped. Everyone rushed onto Cinders back but when the load began to get heavy, she shifted away. Jorah, Tormund and the captured undead were all on her back as well as the undead who thankfully wasn't killed when some of the walkers were killed.

"GO! Take to the sky!" Thomas roared and Cinder leaped away turning south. Saphira soon took her place and Jon, Thomas, Beric and the hound piled on. Saphira had just taken off when an ice spear hit the rocks below her. She faltered in the air crying out in distress trying to right herself in the air. The shaking proved to much for Clegane as he lost his grip and fell back down. Everyone cried out as they saw him fall on the rocks.

"Turn her around!" Jon cried. Thomas though ignored him and urged Saphira away as the Night King stepped out of the fires with two other walkers. Both holding spears, ready to launch them at his dragons.

Thomas sent one final look back to the island and saw Sandor the Hound Clegane, pick up a dragon glass axe, let out a terrifying bellow and charged the remaining undead. Thomas turned away sending a silent prayer his way. He ignored the calls from his fellow riders to go back and focused on making sure they all survived to make it back to Daenerys.

*Eastwatch*

Everyone was silent when the dragons landed. No one said a word. Not when they offloaded the undead, not when Ser Davos asked what happened and not when they sat down to eat. Davos soon ordered the ship to be prepared to depart and everyone packed up to go.

Of course, the silence couldn't last.

"Where's Gendry?" Jon asked Davos.

Davos shook his head. "I don't know. I asked ya when you came back but none of ya heard me."

Jon sighed as he realized he didn't make it to the wall. That Meant Daenerys would never have known they were in trouble. If it weren't for Thomas, they would all be dead. Gods he wanted to be angry at the man, he really did. Leaving a man behind wasn't something Jon liked doing especially when you have the power to save that person. He knew that if they stayed the Night king might have killed them, he understood why he left. He just wished it didn't come to it.

"What are your orders, your grace?" Davos asked.

Jon looked at him, then up at the two dragons flying over the wall. "Let's head back to Dragonstone. We have much to discuss with Daenerys."

"Aye." Davos walked away, leaving Jon in peace. It didn't last for long though as Thomas walked up to him.

They both stood in silence for a bit watching the sea bellow them. Both still coming to terms with what had happened beyond the wall.

"We"

"I"

Both started at the same time. Both motioned for the other to go first. After a few more moments Thomas spoke up.

"We will help you defeat the Night King." Thomas's voice was steel as he turned his gaze to Jon. "I will talk with Daenerys and I promise you we will help the North repel those monsters. Then when it is all over, our two kingdoms will have peace as two equal nations."

Jon looked surprised. "You don't want me to bend the knee?" Thomas chuckled a bit.

Shaking his head, he replied. "No. It would be best if you remain the king in the North. It would be better for everyone if you and Daenerys were on equal footing in this war. I just hope you lead us well when the time comes, Jon Snow. For we were very lucky today. But luck, luck runs out you."

"Thank you, Thomas." Jon clapped his shoulder. "Thank you."

Thomas nodded before heading away. Jon stayed though. Looking out on the sea, he could finally sea a light at the end of this long road. Maybe they truly had a chance against this undead menace.

So, I changed a lot! After my long absence my gift to you is life and a lot of death! Between Bronn, Sandor and Gendry it is looking to be a dark future. At the time of this I still haven't seen season 8 so I don't know how important these characters truly were. Granted with all the flak season 8 gets I will most likely change all of it. Of course, from what I heard Arya and Gendry became a thing. Obviously here, that won't happen. As for what killed him. It was a dire wolf. Whether undead or not I leave up to you. either way I always found it hard to believe he made it back to the wall unscathed. The timing in these episodes was weird. So hopefully my changes fix that plot hole up real nice. As for Sandor, well, no Clegane bowl so sorry about that but the mountains final death will go to someone else. And Bronn, well don't hurt Thomas' dragon babies. It doesn't end well for you. Now he night king has no dragon. How will he get past the wall you ask? Where is uncle benjen you ask. Both will be answered in the next chapter. The final chapter of season 7. For the wall I am using an old fan theory I found and really liked from before season 7. Anyway, I probably lost like half my readers by killing these characters but I hope you enjoy it. This fic is primarily a happy fic, meaning not many if any major characters die. But that isn't game of thrones. At least my interpretation. It has to have unexpected character death cool twists and turns and wonderful character development. Hopefully I deliver on some of those. Stay safe out there and hopefully I can get the next chapter out in a few days.