Chapter 3
Jon looked at the castle from his ship, but he couldn't bring himself to care about its beauty. All he could think of was the upcoming war and how he was going to save his people. He wasn't even sure if it was possible. Ser Davos joined him by his side. Jon admired Ser Davos very much. Ser Davos always calmed him down, and Jon couldn't be more grateful to him for what he had done for him. He was there for him during confusing times, unlike others. Jon appreciated that.

"Get ready to face her, lad. You really need her and her dragons for what's coming."

"I hope she agrees…" Jon replied with a sigh.

Nobody was there to welcome or guide them when Jon and Ser Davos disembarked from the ship. He told the men to stay on the ship while he went to speak with the queen. Jon didn't want any special attention from the queen, but he didn't expect to receive no attention at all. At the very least, they could have led him to her.

"Looks like we're not welcome here. You're in for a rough ride, my lad," Ser Davos said.

All Jon could do was sigh.

When they reached the entrance of the castle after all the stairs, Jon saw Lord Tyrion after a long time. He looked old and weary, with a wine glass in his hand. Tyrion looked surprised to see him there, and Jon felt the same. What was the dwarf doing here?

"Lord Tyrion?"

"I heard you became the King in the North. How did that happen?"

"Long story. I could ask you the same. What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story too. I'm now the former Hand of Queen Daenerys." Tyrion looked miserable when he said that. Jon didn't know what to say, so he opted to change the subject.

"Where is Queen Daenerys? I came bearing important information."

"I guess you want her help in defeating 'The Others'."

Jon was shocked. How did he know that?

"Yes, I'm here to ask for an alliance. Also, you believe that the White Walkers are not just a story?"

"Oh, I don't believe in White Walkers. I think you're here to lure Queen Daenerys into a trap in the name of the White Walkers. But the Red Woman who served Stannis Baratheon came here and spouted nonsense about the Others and how you are the Prince that was promised and all that shit."

'The Prince that was promised? What is that?' Jon didn't know what Melisandre had said to Daenerys, but he needed to assume the worst so he could prepare himself before meeting Daenerys.

"Let me get Missandei. She'll show you where the Queen is. She's everything here. After that, I'm going to get myself piss-drunk. Doesn't matter anymore." After mumbling something like that, Tyrion went to call Missandei.

Some time later, a beautiful foreign girl came to greet them.

"Good day, I am Missandei. Lord Tyrion will not be here to escort you. If you tell me why you are here, I can inform the Queen and see if she is willing to meet you." She was polite, which he did not expect after feeling unwelcome.

"I need to meet Queen Daenerys and talk to her about something very important. It's very dangerous, and the Queen must know immediately. I am here to propose an alliance to fend off the upcoming danger." He spoke just as he had practised with Sansa and Ser Davos. Being a King was very hard.

"The Queen is in the middle of breakfast. Let me inform her. Do understand if she says she cannot meet you now."

Ser Davos said, "We understand; after all, we are the ones who came here unannounced." Thank the gods he spoke before Jon could. Jon was about to urge her on how important the matter was. He would have made things worse. Ser Davos knew him very well.

Missandei returned after some time.

"Have you broken your fast?"

"No."

"Please join the Queen at the Painted Table. This soldier here will lead you there." She gestured towards the Unsullied soldier who came with her. Jon had heard about them. They were the strongest and most organised spear users in the world, and defeating them in a war was almost impossible. He wanted to spar with them, but as a King now, he wouldn't be able to do that. Jon felt very regretful.

At the end of the table near the open wall overlooking the ocean sat Daenerys. Jon could only describe her as exquisite. Her beauty was out of this world. Jon couldn't even blink. He was speechless. Ser Davos had to nudge him to bring him to his senses.

Daenerys was sitting at the end of the table with wine in her hands and her eyes on the book in front of her. A plate of soup and cheese was placed near her. The same was served to them.

Ser Davos cleared his throat and introduced Jon.

"Your Grace, this is Jon Snow, the King in the North, and I am Ser Davos Seaworth, his Hand."

Daenerys lifted her gaze from the book to look at them. Her eyes were shockingly violet and deep, but there were no emotions in them. They were as cold as the North in winter.

The existence of these undead beings was a little hard to imagine even for Missandei, who came from Naath. But both Jon Snow and Ser Davos were insisting on how dangerous they were and how they had survived the disaster. Jon Snow even said that the Night King had some unprecedented powers and was very difficult to defeat. Missandei didn't know whether to believe them or not. It might even be a trap. Since her Queen was very strong in battle, they might be trying to use other means to defeat her.

Missandei wanted to warn her Queen about this. Ever since Lord Tyrion and Lord Varys arrived, her role in advising the Queen had decreased. But now, with Lord Varys dead and Lord Tyrion stripped of his right to advise the Queen, Missandei's role had shifted. Now that she thought about it, Lord Tyrion's presence had decreased considerably ever since he was removed from his position. Still, Lord Tyrion stayed updated on what was happening around him. He was sitting in a chair in the corner, observing the proceedings. If her Queen didn't have a problem with that, neither did she.

Since Daenerys didn't respond after hearing what they had to say, Missandei took over the conversation.

"We understand your situation. But why are you here?" asked Missandei.

Jon Snow then said, "We did some research on them and found that they can only be defeated by weapons made of Dragonglass and Valyrian steel. Dragonglass is only found on this island. We also need your help to kill the Night King. They fight in large numbers, and I want numbers on our side too; otherwise, everything else will become meaningless."

Missandei could see that Jon Snow was desperate. But she got the feeling that they were taking things a little too much for granted. He was speaking as if Daenerys would definitely help them. Her Queen was kind; Missandei knew that best. But she had her own war, her own dreams. Missandei couldn't speak further because it was Daenerys who had to make the decisions, so she urged her Queen, who was just staring at both of them.

"Your Grace?"

Daenerys looked at Jon. In her second life, when she saw Jon, she was filled with betrayal, anger, sadness, and love. She felt all emotions one could feel towards a human being, but after his continuous betrayals, her feelings towards him died one by one, and in this lifetime, she regarded him as someone she needed to step on. But now that she saw him again, and after her decision to kill Varys and make Tyrion suffer, she wanted Jon to go through the same. She wanted him to suffer, to be humiliated, and to be utterly destroyed.

She had plans to make Varys and Tyrion slowly suffer. She wanted them to see her and think that she was going mad. She wanted them to feel helpless about the fact that they couldn't do anything to stop her descent into madness, and after seeing them come down from their high horses, she would make them face their own nightmares before killing them. Then Varys had to go and speak about her as though she was his puppet, and Daenerys couldn't contain her murderous intent. She wanted him dead then and there. But Tyrion would fill that void for her. Tyrion would see his family die right in front of him. But she never planned anything for Jon.

Then Jon appeared in front of her, taking things for granted. He would be destroyed.

"Beg," Daenerys ordered Jon Snow.

Tyrion was sitting in the corner, listening to Jon Snow's story. He was surprised when he heard about Jon becoming a King. He was a gloomy bastard when Tyrion met him. He was a duplicate of his father, all about honour and justice. Maybe that attitude of his finally paid off, and he became a King. While he was thinking that and listening to the conversation between Jon and Missandei, he heard something unbelievable. He thought he was going insane for a moment. Daenerys had just told them to beg. He looked at Missandei to gauge her reaction. Even Missandei was surprised.

No need to see what the guests thought of that.

"Pardon?" Jon said, shocked.

Daenerys looked him straight in the eye and told him again,"Beg."

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Jon was livid. Ser Davos had to restrain him physically before he started shouting at her.

"Your Grace? May I ask, what is your reason for this order?" Ser Davos was calm. Tyrion marvelled at this. He really is a very suitable person for the Hand position. Everyone was waiting for Daenerys's answer. She didn't take her eyes off Jon.

"Reason? Why would I tell you that?" Even Davos lost his calm for a moment there. Daenerys was overjoyed, seeing Jon's reaction.

"I don't think you understand the situation, Your Grace. If the Night King wins, there will be no Westeros for you to rule," was Jon's answer.

"I can just engage in a war with the Night King once he destroys Winterfell. It will only add very few numbers to his army. It's nothing I can't deal with. Makes things a little easier for me, you know. The King in the North will be no more, after all," Daenerys said nonchalantly.

Jon stood up from his seat so fast that he knocked down the chair. Daenerys decided to provoke him more.

"For a King, you really are naive, aren't you, Jon Snow? I have dragonglass, dragons, a dragonlord, and an army of considerable size. In a week, I will have five kingdoms under me. These are all the things you need to face the Night King. What do you have that I want? Did you think I would ask for nothing in return?"

Jon didn't speak. He was just looking at Daenerys with a mad and helpless expression, and Daenerys really liked that on him. She wanted more of that.

"Since you just became a King, let me teach you something. Alliances only work when both parties bring something to the table. Like I asked, what do you have?" Daenerys smirked at him.

"There are human lives on the line here. You don't care about them, and you call yourself a queen?" Jon asked her with a melancholic expression on his face. It was as if he expected something from Daenerys, and she had disappointed him.

Who the fuck is he to expect anything from her?

The small smile vanished from her face. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Tyrion could feel the change in the atmosphere the moment she shifted. It was heavy, and he felt chills run down his spine. It was the first time he had felt like this since he came into Daenerys's service. She was passionate and kind, maybe cruel sometimes. But never this. Never this spine-chillingly dangerous. He saw Jon Snow and Ser Davos's expressions change. They had come to realise what they had done and were looking at Daenerys nervously.

"I couldn't care less about your people or what happens to them. If you want to stand a chance against the White Walkers and the Night King, you will beg me or die. The choice is yours." Daenerys stood up to leave after saying that. Jon and Davos were left speechless.

As she was making her way out, Daenerys stopped and turned to Jon, "Also, I wanted to be the first one to tell you this. Your father is not Eddard Stark; it's Rhaegar Targaryen, and your mother is Lyanna Stark. Even if you survive the Night King, you will have to die by my hands. I don't want anyone other than me sitting on that throne, you see."

Daenerys made her way out of the room, swirling her wine after seeing Jon's hands trembling from the shock. She felt refreshed.