I decided to write this because I was pissed at how no one gave Aemon any credit and allowed him to reunite with his last family member, (excluding Jon). Forgive me if I made anyone OOC.

Note: Some elements from the books are woven into this story.

The winds blew Jon's cloak behind him as he stared at the ship coming closer from his vantage point on the cliff. His heart raced in excitement and anxiety knowing who was on that ship. He hopes that he can help convince the Dragon Queen to help, but he also wants these last two remnants of a near extinct House to have their final moments.

"Reinforcements, Jon Snow?"

The King in the North looked behind him to see Daenerys walking towards him with her hands clasped together in front of her, her silver hair flowing behind her.

"Someone very important wanted to come here one last time." Jon said with a sad smile, knowing his friend's time was drawing much closer that he preferred.

Daenerys stared at him incredulously, "'One last time?' He's been here before?" she questioned, her eyes returning to the ship to see a dinghy rowing towards the island.

"When he was still a child...long before our Fathers were born." Jon answered, his sad smile still present as he walked away from the cliff to greet his friend with the Dragon Queen walking beside him, curious to know who this visitor was.

Arriving at the beach, he subtly quickened his footsteps when he saw sme Northern Men jump out of the boat to pull said boat onto the sandy beach. His eyes caught sight of a hunched over figure being helped out of the boat, immediately recognizing his oldest friend.

Daenerys watched as Jon practically jogged to the boat as an elderly man who looked well past his limit was helped out of the boat where the Northern King greeted him. The two men exchanged words before Jon turned back to the queen with a warm smile that caught her by surprise. Why would he smile?

Quickly schooling her emotions, she strode up to them, "Your Grace, I would like to introduce you to a dear friend of mine, one who has served at the Wall for many years as an advisor and Maester." Jon said, standing to the side as Daenerys stood in front of the elder, his eyes not looking at her, but staring into her soul.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, I hope your journey was a pleasant one." Daenerys greeted the elder who bowed his head in her direction, "Aye, it is good to be back after so many years. I remember the beaches I used to run on with my brother." His voice, although strained and raspy, held joy as he stepped around the beach a little, "Targaryens have inhabited this fortress once more. For that, I'm glad. May I extend my greeting, welcome back Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen." He said, smiling serenely at the queen.

"Did Jon Snow tell you my name?" Daenerys asked, turning her to Jon who shrugged his shoulders.

"No, he did not." the Maester shook his head, feeling the wind touch him like it did when he was little on the island, "I have heard so much about you...how you stayed in Mereen to destroy every chain that bind the slaves." his lips quivered when he thought of his brother, "So much like my brother, who puts the wellbeing of the smallfolk when he reigned as king of the Seven Kingdoms." his voice cracked, as he stared into the distant memory of his long life.

Daenerys' eyes widened, this man was strange, she didn't know who he was, but Jon clearly did seeing how he didn't react at all. Once she found her voice, she questioned him, "Who are you?"

The old Maester smiled, "My Father was Maekar the First of his Name...when he left this world I refused the crown in favor of guidance and knowledge...and thus, the crown was given to my younger brother Aegon who ruled with a kind and benevolent heart, just like you. His son, Jaehaerys followed in his reign, and then Aerys, the last Targaryen to whom they called 'the Mad King'." he paused as Daenerys' eyes widened even more at this information, her heart thundering in her chest, "I was Aemon of House Targaryen, decades have past since I joined the Night's Watch, and the world has forgotten about my name."

Tears shined in her eyes, all her life she thought she was alone, that she was the last dragon. But this man, this...elder who has stood his ground in this world, has come to her. "Aemon...you're my… great- great uncle." she said, counting how many generations they are from each other, "How is this even possible?" she asked, unable to believe that a man such as him could still be alive after all this time.

"I'm good at surviving." Aemon said with a smile, something the queen couldn't resist doing herself.

"Perhaps we should move this inside where it's warmer." Jon politely interrupted, wanting to get the elder back inside.

Daenerys remembered that they were still on the beach and that the winds are not good for the aging dragon, "Yes of course." she nodded in agreement as Jon came to Aemon's side and led him towards the stairs. It is at this moment that she realized that the elder was blind. She chastised herself for not figuring it out sooner since it was clearly obvious.

All three of them walked along the stone path with the king and queen on either side of the elder to make sure he didn't hurt himself. "The last time I walked down this path, I was but a small boy who held Egg's hand. The mighty fortress mesmerized us… but it mostly frightened poor little Egg, said that this fortress was haunted and that it wanted to devour him then regurgitate him." Aemon said with a laugh, making the monarchs laugh as well.

"The halls whisper of the past, but it's not haunted, that I can assure you." Daenerys said, her arm linked with Aemon's, keeping him from falling as they continued their path.

"That's good to hear. I just hope I don't end up haunting this place. I mean look at me, I'm spooky looking enough to make a ranger run." Aemon said in a joking manner as Jon breathed out a reluctant laugh before composing himself, "How are you feeling though? It's been decades since traveled by sea." he asked, worried for the elder's health.

"I feel much better actually. Still a hundred year old man who's been freezing to death, but otherwise okay." Aemon said, still smiling before the sound of giant wings came closer until Drogon flew over them. Jon flinched, still not used to them while Dan smiled fondly at one of her children.

"Was that a dragon?" Aemon asked, his blind eyes staring in the distance where he heard the wings flapping.

Daenerys smiled, "Yes, one of three. They're my children." she said, making Aemon smile as well, "If only I could see, then my life would be complete."

The king and queen shared a sympathetic smile before they approached the castle doors that were opened as the trio made their way through the halls until the reached the room with the Painted Table.

Aemon touched the carved table in wonder, his fingers tracing the etches that defined the contents, "I was never allowed in this room, I always wanted to see what actually looked like." Aemon said in wonder as he walked around the table, his hand still tracing the marks.

Dany and Jon smiled at the elder, this was a man who has never seen his ancestral home in decades. The way Aemon reacts to things with renewed childlike wonder made Jon sad because time was too short for him.

Turning to Daenerys he asked, "I'm gonna get Maester Aemon some tea, do you need anything?" he asked, Daenerys turned to Jon, a little flustered with how he asked her before shaking her head, "I'm alright." she answered with Jon nodding in understanding before leaving the room.

After a moment, Aemon broke the silence, "He is quite the man, isn't he?" he asked, his hand on the mountains, "But he makes an outstanding king." he added, feeling Daenerys' eyes on him.

Daenerys could tell that her last living relative holds Jon in high regard, which in turn makes her jealous for the praise he directed at him. "Indeed, and he rules one of the continents that belong to the Seven Kingdoms which I will rule." she said, reminding herself that no matter how good Jon seems as king, he is still keeping what was rightfully hers away from her.

Aemon breathed out a laugh, "Yes, a continent that was ruled and protected by the wolves for 8,000 years, long before Aegon the Conqueror came and sat at this very table with his sisters with the plan to create the Seven Kingdoms." he said, almost sadly, feeling like his family wronged the North by inspiring fear in the Torrhen Stark the King Who Knelt in order to protect their people from fire and blood.

"But I didn't come here to talk about who should rule, I came here to talk to you." Aemon said, looking at where the queen was from what his senses told him as Daenerys straightened her back, ready for what this elder had to say.

What do you think, did I do good?