[Dragonstone - Jon's Chambers]

Jon sat brooding in his chambers over the fact this woman, one had heard great things of, was refusing to help him, because she was too consumed in her quest for the Iron Throne.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Come in," he answered, without looking up.

"I thought I'd receive a warmer welcome," the voice said, causing Jon's head to lift.

"Sam?" He rushed toward his friend, pulling him into a hug.

"Now that's more like it."

"What are you doing here?"

Sam closed the door behind him.

"While at the Citadel, I met a man named Jorah Mormont. Apparently, he serves as an advisor to Daenerys."

"Yes, I know of him."

His father-uncle- wished to execute him when he had been caught selling slaves. The man fled before he arrived and continued to evade justice.

"He was infected with Greyscale. I helped treat him. It also gave me time to look into the records at the Citadel. Gilly was the one who found it, really. She didn't even realize it, but hearing Prince Rhaegar's name caught my attention."

"What did you find?"

"A record from High Septon Meynard, detailing the annulment of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, along with his subsequent record of a marriage between Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark. They had a son. Jaeharys, Third Of His Name. His birth is also recorded. He was born in Dorne." This caused Sam to look up. "Hey, weren't you born in Dorne?"

"In the Tower Of Joy, yes. An unfortunate name as what took place inside left nothing but misery."

"Is-Is the..."

"Is the child me?" Sam nodded. "Yes."

"Well, this means you have a stronger claim than anyone. Daemon, Daenerys, Aelinor, Cersei. All of them."

"I know, but no one can know. Not yet. Do you understand?" Again, Sam nodded. "Good. I'm glad to have you back. Truly. I've missed you."

"As have I." Sam returned. "Will you do it? Bend the knee?"

"I've been considering it. It is the only way she will allow me to leave, which I must do before she finds out who I really am. The people of the North need me. I must return to the Winterfell and help them prepare for what's coming. If I don't, everyone will die. The army of the dead will continue moving South and killing. The cycle will continue until everyone is gone."

[Beach]

Daenerys and Missandei were walking along a path outside of Dragonstone followed by members of the Queensguard.

"Your Grace, there's still no word from the Unsullied." Missandei said.

"Soon. They will come back to me."

"He better."

Daenerys stopped and turned to look at Missandei, before continuing to walk. "What happened?"

Missandei began smirking. "Many things."

"Many things?"

Jon appeared at the bottom of the path. "Your Grace."

Daenerys looked at Missandei then her Queensguard. She spoke in Valyrian and motioned to her guard to stand down. "It's all right."

She descended the stairs with Missandei and they began walking with Jon.

They walk along the beach until they reach a cave where Davos was waiting for them with a lit torch.

"I wanted you to see it before we start hacking it to bits." Jon led Daenerys and Missandei into the cave where he lit a brazier that illuminated the Dragonglass along the walls, and continued walking deeper into the cave. "So this is it, all we'll evr need."

Daenerys was looking up at the walls of Dragonglass.

"There is something else I want to show your, Your Grace." He and Daenerys ventured to a further chamber in the cave. There were murals painted on the walls of Dragonglass. "The Children of the Forest made these."

"When?"

"A very long time ago."

"They were right here standing where we're standing before there were Targaryens or Starks or Lannisters. Maybe even before there were men."

"No."

Daenerys stopped looking at the walls and turned to look at Jon, who walked to another wall and began to examine the murals. The murals depicted Children of the Forest and the First Men standing together.

"They were here together the Children and the First Men." He told her.

"Doing what? Fighting each other?"

He took her by the arm and swung her torch to another part of the wall. There was a mural of the Night King and White Walkers.

"They fought together against their common enemy. Despite their differences, despite their suspicions, together. We need to do the same if we're going to survive."

They looked back at the wall with the Night King.

"Because the enemy is real. It's alwys been real."

Daenerys turned to look at him. "And you say you can't defeat them without my armies and my dragons?"

"No, I don't think I can."

She stepped forward closer to Jon. "I will fight for you. I will fight for the north...when you bend the knee."

Not this again.

"My people won't accept a Southern ruler, not after everything they've suffered."

Daenerys stepped even closer to him until they were face to face. "They will if their warden does. They chose you to lead them. They chose you to protect them. Isn't their survival more important than your pride?"

Jon and Daenerys, Davos and Missandei were walking out of the cave. As they exited, Tyrion and Varys were standing on the beach awaiting them, along with Daemon and Aelinor, who had gone outside for some fresh air while Aegar napped.

Daenerys began addressing Tyrion. "What is it?"

"We took Casterly Rock."

"That's very good to hear."

Tyrion and Varys looked at each other, not at all eager to deliver the bad news.

"Isn't it?"

The group were all walking along the beach. Daenerys was displeased at the news she had just received.

"You'll want to discuss this amongst yourselves. Perhaps -" Davos began.

"You will stay. All my allies are gone. They've been taken from me while I've been sitting here on this island." Daenerys said.

"We still have the largest army." Tyrion told her.

"Who won't be able to eat because Cersei has taken all the food from the Reach."

"My son's crops," Aelinor noted. Sure, they did not reside in Highgarden, but Aegar was still its Lord. As Loras had allowed by defending him against any rumours of his parentage.

"Call Grey Worm and the Unsullied back. We still have enough ships to carry the Dothraki to the mainland. Commit to the blockade of King's Landing. We have a plan. It's still the right plan." Tyrion suggested.

Daenerys stopped walking, turning and speaking harshly to Tyrion. "The right plan? Your strategy has lost us Dorne, the Iron Islands and the Reach."

"If I've underestimated our enemies-"

"Our enemies? You and your niece's family, you mean. Perhaps you don't want to hurt them aftr all."

Daenerys began looking out to the ocean where her three dragons were flying in the sky over the water.

"Enough with the clever plans." She turned back, looking at Tyrion. "I have three large dragons. I'm going to fly them to the Red Keep."

"We've discussed this."

"My enemies are in the Red Keep. What kind of a queen am I if I'm not willing to risk my life to fight them?"

"A smart one."

"Besides, my mother has been filtering people into the Red Keep and surrounding areas, because she's heard the stories of the 'Breaker of Chains'," Aelinor told her. "She knows you do not wish to harm innocents just because you want the Iron Throne."

"I don't want it. It's mine. My family ruled for centuries until your Usurper father stole our throne and murdered my eldest brother."

There it was. The resentment Aelinor had been waiting for.

"If burning your enemies, no matter the cost of countless innocent lives is your prerogative, I want no part of it. I will not stand by as you and my mother harm the smallfolk simply because you are too filled with greed for power. You began this journey wanting to come home and do good, but somewhere along the lines, those lines were blurred. Now, you're willing to do whatever it takes. No matter the cost. If you think flying to King's Landing to burn the Red Keep so you can 'free them' from my tyrant mother, will cause the people to love you, you are just as mad as your father."

She turned and began walking back to the castle.

"Daemon?" Daenerys called her brother.

They had a silent stare off before he followed behind his wife.

Sighing, Daenerys looked over to Jon. "What do you think I should do?"

"I would nevr presume to-"

"I'm at war. I'm losing." She began walking close to him. "What do you think I should do?"

Jon looked over the ocean at the dragons flying. "I nevr thought that dragons would exist again. No one did. The people who follow you know that you made something impossible happen. Maybe that helps them believe that you can make other impossible things happen. Build a world that's different from the shit one they've alwys known. But, if you use them to melt castles and burn cities, you're not different. You're just more of the same."

Daenerys looked back out to her dragons flying along the water.

Her, brother, sister-by-law and nephew's dragons were resting nearby, in one of their occasional visits from Dragonmont. They looked like a family. A mother, father, and child.

The only family she had was her brother and he was often too caught up in his wife, the daughter of the Usurper, Robert Baratheon. The same man who tried to have her and her unborn child murdered.

Later, Jon and Davos were walking along the paths outside of Dragonstone having a discussion.

"What do you think of her?" Davos asked.

"Who?"

He sighed. "I believe you know of whom I speak."

"I think she began with good intentions. She has a good heart. But so does Princess Aelinor. A good heart won't stop the dead."

"A good heart? I've noticed you staring at that good heart."

"There's no time for that. I saw the Night King, Davos. I looked into his eyes. How many men do we have in the North to fight him? Ten thousand? Less?"

"Fewer."

"What?"

Davos and Jon neared the end of the path where Missandei was standing looking at the ocean.

"Speaking of good hearts, Missandei of Naath." Davos called.

Missandei turned to looked at Davos and Jon. "Ser Davos, Lord Snow." She turned to Jon. "Forgive me, but may I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"Your name is Jon Snow, but your father's name was Ned Stark?"

Actually it was Rhaegar Targaryen, the eldest brother of her Queen, but she needn't know that. It would only complicate things.

"I'm a bastard. My mother and father weren't married."

"Is the custom different in Naarth?" Davos asked.

"We don't have marriage in Naarth so the concept of a bastard doesn't exist."

"The sounds liberating." He quipped.

"Why did you leave your homeland?" Jon asked.

"I was stolen away by slavers."

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

"If I may, how did a slave girl come to advise Daenerys Targaryen?" Davos asked.

"She bought me from my master and set me free."

"That was good of her. Of course you're serving her now, aren't you?"

"I serve my queen because I want to serve my queen. Because I believe in her."

"And if you wanted to sail home to Naarth tomorrow-"

"Then she would give me a ship and wish me good fortune.

"You believe that?" Jon asked.

"I know it. All of us who came with her from Essos, we believe in her. She's not our queen because she's the daughter of some king we nevr knew. She's the queen we chose."

"You'll forgive me if I switch sides?" Davos asked his friend.

Jon noticed a single ship sailing into the bay. It bore a kraken sigil.

Missandei turns to look.

"Is that a Greyjoy ship?"

They all walked down to the beach where Theon Greyjoy and other Iron Born were pulling their landing boat onto the beach wading through the surf. They pull the boat onto the sand.

Jon, Missandei, Davos and Dothraki guards were waiting to meet them.

Jon recognized Theon and both men froze, staring at each other. Jon stepped forward towards Theon.

"Jon. I didn't know you were here." He also stepped closer. "Sansa, is she all right?"

He had left quickly after the Battle Of The Bastards. Within two dais, most of which he spent hiding to avoid Jon's wrath.

Jon grabbed Theon by his shirt and pulled him face to face. "What you did for her is the only reason I'm not killing you. Rickon's death was a result of your actions. I have now lost two brothers because of you."

Davos cleared his throat, causing Jon to release Theon. "We heard your uncle attacked your fleet. We thought you were dead." He inquired.

"I should be."

"Your sister?"

"Euron has her. I came to ask the queen to help get her back."

"The queen is gone." Jon told him.

"Where did she go?"

No one answered him.

This was just one more thing delaying the fight in the North. The fight for all humanity.