Patriot-112: Here we are! Another chapter just for you all! And boy, oh boy, there's gonna be some major humble pie eating in this. Hope you will all enjoy this fic!

Chapter 6: Fools, Troublemakers, and Schemers...oh my.

Winterfell, one month after encounter

Tyrion sighed as the Dwarf of Casterly Rock walked through the old home of House Stark. His destination, the queen's quarters since the last true blooded Targaryen wished to speak to him about something important. No doubt it was about the girl with the White Dragon, who, according to Bran Stark, who now calls himself the Three-Eyed Raven, is the daughter of said queen, and the current Warden of the North, Jon Snow.

To be quite honest, he didn't know what to think of the situation concerning the said woman, who gave Tormund a nasty wound to his pride, kicking him in the balls. Something that all men can sympathize with, but I digress. On the one hand, he thought the whole thing that Young Bran told him about her being from a dark future rather preposterous. But on the other hand, despite being drunk that night, he did remember seeing her face. The same soft features as Daenerys, while having the sharp features as Jon, don't forget the grey Stark eyes that said Northern Lords were famous for, aside from the Direwolves. The resemblances are uncanny, with the direwolf and White Dragon, the latter whom he still had nightmares about killing him with fire haunting every night he slept since then, to boot.

"That's twice I thought I was going to be incinerated by a dragon," he muttered, as he continued on, shaking his head, "The Gods must hate with me with a burning passion,"

To further complicate things, a surprise visitor arrived at the inn where he and Jaime were having a drink and conversing about the latter who slept with a certain specific woman that wasn't their sister. He could still remember when Bronn came in, crossbow in his hands with the intention to kill them both on Cersei's orders, and in return for lordship of Riverrun, the seat of House Tully. Of course, he told them he wasn't expecting the whole ruckus concerning the white dragon and it's rider causing a whole scene, and had to wait till he and Jaime were alone to make his move.

He of course stated that it was crazy going against one person able to control dragons. But now with another person able to do exactly that was, in Bronn's words, 'Fookin' batshit suicide'. It was obvious to all three of them that Cersei's days of ruling were quickly ticking away and fast.

The Dwarf attempted to calm his friend down, only to be belted in the nose for the trouble. He could still feel the pain from the punch even now.

He of course, desperately, countered Cersei's offer with that of Highgarden and to make Bronn Warden of the Reach...much to his older brother's shock and objections, which he clearly stated it was better than the both of them getting killed by the Sellsword. Any further argument Jaime would've said otherwise, but was shut right up when Bronn fired the crossbow bolt into the support beam right next to the Kingslayer's head.

That ended that, and Tyrion then offered Bronn if he would join them, but sadly, his good friend refused, saying he had enough fighting everyone's wars. Though he did warn them that he certainly wasn't done killing just yet, and told them if they didn't keep their end of the bargain, he was gonna finish what he started, and told them not to die yet. With that, he left them.

Tyrion now wished he had given Bronn that damned castle sooner.

He shook his head at that as he finally arrived at the door to the Queen's chambers, guarded by two of the Unsullied. His face became solemn as he remembered how furious she was with him, considering Cersei left them all for dead, and made the Hand of the Queen look like a complete fool. He didn't blame Daenerys, he would be upset with himself as well, if he had been continuously outwitted by his own sister.

The same sister who he thought he could outsmart, the one who acted rashly countless times, though still the same greedy bitch he knew, had finally decided to grow up and started to use her head more often. Despite the power hungry madness that was still there. He didn't expect Cersei to actually pick up a thing or two about battle or political strategies, which he admits that he didn't have much experience with. He knows how to talk his way out of trouble with his wit, but when it comes to battles….well...let's just say he is in need of more experience to master this area.

With that in mind, he continued toward the door, which the two Unsullied guards stood straighter, if that was possible, before one of them opened the door to the room.

"The queen is expecting you," the one who opened the door said, and Tyrion nodded before walking in, but then blinked as he noticed that he was not the only one in the room, as he spotted intimately familiar faces before him. Ranging from left to right, were Grey Worm, Missandei, Varys, Sansa, Bran, Davos, and finally Arya. He also spotted Jon who stood next to Daenerys, keeping a neutral glance his way. But, Tyrion is very familiar with reading people's emotions through their eyes, and the emotion in those dark eyes spoke of anger, and the young man he befriended seven years ago, was focusing them on him.

'He is not happy to see me,' he guessed before sighing. 'Not a good sign, at all,'

He then looked at Daenerys, and he had to fight the wince as he saw Daenerys' own infamous frown directed at him.

'Oh Gods, both of them are not happy to see me...that's even worse,' he guessed again before joining the group, standing next to Varys, who still remained calm despite the somewhat hidden hostility coming from the former King of the North.

"I thank you all for coming," Daenerys said, her tone flat but calm. Tyrion didn't know if that was good or bad...and it frightened him, though he tried to keep his composure. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you all here, despite the recent...chaos during the past month,"

The gathering of people knew what she meant by that. Since the day of the encounter with Lyannys, almost the entire North had been looking for the said girl, along with Daenerys who searched from dragonback for days on end. Needless to say, seeing the Dragon Queen behaving like a worried parent made the Dwarf of Casterly Rock admire her concern and good heart, but it also greatly worried him, about what would happen if something very...dire happened to the girl that would be her future daughter.

...Needless to say, Hells hath no fury than a mother scorned. Especially one with dragons.

"So", Tyrion composed himself, trying to appear professional as possible, despite Jon and Daenerys' silent anger towards him, "What do you plan to do with the girl? We have a lead to her, though I believe we need to move quickly if you want to see her, I suspect that she would not want to be found unless she wants to. And she just gave us a clue, I don't believe that she will be at White Harbour for a long time."

"It appears so", Jon immediately said, "Which is why I brought you all here. To discuss certain matters that we have ignored for quite some time while we were….occupied on her search."

Lady Sansa hummed, "Is there something you found that we must know of her?"

He shook his head sadly, "No, she has had a long history. But we could not pry each and every one of them, if we keep digging, I fear Cersei Lannister will be one step ahead of us, which is why, regrettably, I need to address this before we go any further", that's a wise decision, Tyrion thought.

"Very well", this time, Varys spoke after being silent for a long time, "What is your plan of action?"

Jon paused for a while, then he turned to Daenerys. The queen turned to him, they both stared at one another in a loving way, Tyrion noticed. Jon then nodded, then they both turned back to their audience.

"I have a suspicion that someone is plotting against me. Not one, but more than one", Daenerys finally said, going straight to the point as she always did. Her face is serious, and so is her lover.

Tyrion was stunned at this accusation, though he didn't show it. How did they figure this out? He looked around, most were as astound as him, except for one. All this time he has joined meetings and observing people, he has been very good at reading them.

And the person he noticed that behaved differently is the Lady of Winterfell herself. He noticed that her face turned whiter than before.

The dwarf only took note of that and he faced back to the monarchs, "My Queen, have you lost your mind? Why would-"

"Not another word, Tyrion", Daenerys snapped at him, there is fury in her eyes, "I may be with child, but I am not blind", then she turned back to the audience, "And I would gladly appreciate it if that person would speak honestly now, saves me the trouble and will spare you more mercy. You have my word."

Silence filled the room. No one moved, spoke, nor raised their hands.

"This is the last chance, confess and I will pardon you with your little plot against me." She repeated again, Tyrion can see that her hands are gripping the armchair firmly. Clearly, the dragon is about to lose it. The dwarf wished that whoever was plotting against her would just confess and beg for mercy, for he had seen the fury and kindness of Daenerys Targaryen. Best the culprit fess up now.

But again, the room is silent and no one moved a muscle. Tyrion's heart sank.

'Well, you just earned what you deserved.'

Instead of the queen who spoke, he was surprised that Jon Snow stood up rather quickly. He too seems to lose his patience.

The now Lord of Winterfell turned to the Lady of Winterfell, gritting his teeth like a wolf, "I am disappointed in you, Sansa." He growled.

Sansa, for her credit, managed to stay rooted in her spot as she watched her brother glare at her. The tension is real now.

"...Jon-"

"NO!" the White Wolf shouted, "I'm done hearing your excuses! I'm done hearing your lies! It's obvious of what you experienced and learned while being Joffrey and Ramsey's prisoner has turned you into something no better than the true monster sitting on the Iron Throne in the capital!"

"But she-" she tried to say, attempting to motion to Daenerys...but Jon would have none of that.

"STOP SANSA!" he actually roared, making almost everyone, including Tyrion, flinch, "JUST! STOP!"

Dany held his hand in an attempt to calm him down, but Tyrion can see that it's doing little to affect. He can't blame him though, if his words are true, that Sansa is really plotting against her, this is a normal reaction. After all, he is no stranger to sibling fights.

"Explain to me", Jon growled, "What do you think is best for the North? Getting rid of Daenerys? Getting rid of the ally who saved the North? Getting rid of the woman who is currently carrying my child?"

Sansa actually had the nerve to look away from him, which only added fuel to the fire, as Tyrion saw Jon's fists tightened. Honestly, she is the last person he thought would betray her.

"You can't even give me an answer," he said, before releasing a breath, "Is it because you still think of me as a bastard first, a brother never?"

"Jon," Sansa began, "You know I'd never do that to you."

"Is it?", he demanded, "Or is that Cersei Lannister talking through you? Or Joffrey?"

The Lady of Winterfell gasped, "How could you say that, Jon? I am doing what I can to protect the North!"

"By giving no consultation nor discussions with me, while you acted to your own plan behind my back. How is that any better than plotting against me? Against us?"

Sansa Stark sighed, "I did what I did because I had to."

"And that is?"

"The North had suffered so much under many false hands," she answered rather seriously, there is a bitter tone in her, "I am not going to risk our home again. Not even by the hands of the daughter of the Mad King."

Tyrion could see Jon tense so hard, he thought he could burst at any moment. But the Dragon Queen's hand on him helped to temper him, squeezing his hand. Jon's jaws clenched, if he were a wolf, he'd bare his teeth already. The Lord of Winterfell then turned to his other sister, "Arya, you have told me something similar as well", his tone has turned ice cold, "The least you can do for me, is to be honest. Did you support her cause?"

But the other sister rather blinked, "I wasn't aware of these plots, Jon. I am not into meetings, you know that."

"But," Jon said rather quickly, "You seem rather hesitant when I told you I bent the knee for Daenerys. Answer me truthfully, you weren't happy, weren't you?"

The she-wolf sighed, she looked at her brother, then to the Dragon Queen. Tyrion can see guilt all over her face, last he saw her, she was full of triumph and confidence. Now, she looked like a mouse caught in a trap, "I'm sorry, I didn't, at first," she confessed, "The last thing I wanted was our home to be taken again, and I'd do everything in my power if Winterfell is under the wrong hands again. But," Tyrion sees her gulping, "after the Night King, after everything, and then, your…..child, my niece…...I...became confused….to whom was I fighting for," she spilled out all her guilt, "But I swear to you, I had no intention on killing you, my Queen. Not after you saved Winterfell and saw your daughter. Forgive me, I wasn't being fair to you both", she bowed.

"She's telling the truth," Bran, who was silent the whole time, said.

Tyrion silently gave her credits for her honesty. Usually, someone who has earned so much respect wouldn't want to beg for forgiveness. The Starks really are something when it comes to honor….well at least...some of them are.

The Mother of Dragons nodded in acknowledgment and smiled at her, "I understand your concern, thank you for your honesty, Lady Arya."

But Jon didn't seem to be convinced, his brows still furrowed. Tyrion couldn't blame him though, after all, his own family turned against him, "Will you speak with me and Dany later on?"

The she-wolf nodded, "Of course."

"Arya-", Sansa tried to reach her sister.

"NOT ANOTHER WORD, SANSA!" Jon snarled, "Your actions have caused me troubles, Sansa. We could have gone after our daughter right now, but you just had the nerve to go against me and Daenerys right behind our backs."

"And what if your daughter is also against us?", she retorted back, "She attacked Arya and your wildling friend and defeated them with ease, what if she's here to take the North too?"

"Are you accusing my daughter of a crime that she didn't commit?", he spat.

"I'm preventing something that could've happened."

"It will not," Bran suddenly said, making everyone turn to him. His expression is still calm as ever, "Many things I have seen her do, but Mad is not one of them."

"And did she consult with you as well on any of these?", Jon asked his brother.

He shook his head, the Lord of Winterfell had his answer. He then turned to Lady Sansa, "I've had enough of your games, Sansa. Not only did you not speak to me or Dany, but you didn't even bother to speak with Bran or Arya. You acted this upon your own intention, and you said it for yourself, that you are wary of my own daughter that you intend to kill the root of her birth by plotting against Daenerys."

"I-", Sansa began to stutter.

Jon glared at her, "You better thank your gods that we have the same blood, or I'd have you dead by now for treason."

"If I may, my Lord-," Tyrion began, trying to see another way around.

"No, Tyrion," The Mother of Dragons brought a hand up, her tone hard as steel "Every decision or piece of you ever told me has led from bad to worst. You are a sharp mind, I'll give you that. But, clearly politics isn't your forte. Therefore, I'm making you the Master of Coin once this is all over."

Tyrion blinked, dumbfounded. As much as he wanted to protest, he couldn't do so. Not when the dragon is awakened, and he had to admit that he wasn't in the right mind as well as of late, "I- I understand, Your Grace. Forgive me."

Dany nodded in acceptance, "As for the position of Hand, I already have a candidate in mind, but that could wait for now. For the next order of business, we come to the matter of those who left us to our fate when the White Walkers advanced on us," she said, and Jon specified for her.

"Namely...House Glover, since their Lord has broken his vow to House Stark yet again and left right before the White Walkers arrived," he stated, "While I won't blame the rest of House Glover, Robbett Glover will be punished for his actions,"

Sansa looked ready to argue, but a sharp look from Jon shut her up quick.

"What do you intend to do with him, my Lord?", Varys asked.

"I want him to confess his crimes against the North. Then, I'll give him a choice, either exile or death," the White Wolf stated firmly, "There cannot be a tolerable excuse when the threat was right in front of us and yet they refused to help. That action is no better than Cersei."

'Well, at least he gave him a choice, at least, to live...of course, knowing Northerners...,' Tyrion thought, knowing and being reminded recently of said people being stubborn as goats. And Since the Lord of Deepwood Motte is the most stubborn of the bunch, Seven Heavens save House Glover.

"And Varys," Daenerys spoke up, seeing as the man reminded her of his betrayal. "I reinforce my vow to you, that should you ever conspire behind my back, I will have you burned alive. You haven't, I know this, but this is a reminder that that warning still stands...understood?"

The voice was calm, but everyone who knew her best knew that she was being serious, and a serious Dragon Queen was not to be trifled with.

Varys nodded his head at that. "Perfectly clear, Your Grace," he said.

Daernerys returned the nod, but the look in her eyes told both Tyrion and Varys that she will have him watched...discreetly. Her eyes scanned the people in the room, "Are there any question you would like to ask?"

The room is silent again, no one seems to dare ask. Even Tyrion's wit faded at the tension, he didn't know what to ask, rather hoping to get this over with.

Just as he can see that she was about to say something else, a knock came from the door, getting their attention.

"Enter", Jon Snow stated firmly.

The door opened, and in came Maester Wolkan. The old man looked serious, and he noticed in his hand contained a small scroll. His hand is trembling, "Forgive me, My Lord, Your Grace," he bowed, "But this is urgent."

"What is it?", the Lord of Winterfell asked.

"A message from Lord Howland Reed," the Maester lifted his hand, "Concerning about the White Dragon." He walked towards the monarch, giving the scroll to Jon.

Tyrion watches as Jon's eyes scanned the content of the message, from the way he paled, it didn't seem to be happy news. He passed the scroll to the Queen, as she read the content, her face too became concerned.

Her friend, noticing her paled face, worries. She approached her Queen, "Your Grace, what is the matter?" Missandei asked, wondering what troubles her friend.

Daenerys placed the scroll on the table, then she faced her audience, "Lyannys," she said, the audience's eyes widened or tensed at that name, Jon only lowered his head, "She has left for the Neck."

Near the Edge of the Neck

The cold breeze blew gently, post-winter has arrived. The grass has sprouted and the stream water is flowing gently, it's as if no war has ever touched it. The fields of Riverlands remained as it were, no small battles had even taken place there for quite some time.

Until today.

Across the field, near the Neck off the lizard-lions, there are several camps standing tall, their flags bore the sigil of the lions.

"Bloody Hells, it's fucking cold!" grumbled one Lannister soldier as he sat down near the fire, trying to keep warm. "How do those damn Northerners thrive in this!?"

"Quit your gripin'!" snapped another soldier as he stood not too far from him. "And grow a pair! We are here to keep an eye out for the North and the Dragon Whore, and warn King's Landing that they're coming, not hearing your whines."

"Alright, alright," the soldier scowled, "They better pay us high for this, not just after informing what happened to the Freys. We're risking our arses being burnt by their fucking dragons."

And just as he said that, a roar echoed in the field, a monstrous angry roar. All the soldiers at the field snapped their heads up, looking far at the distance beyond the forest. Another shrieking roar pierced the sky again, this time, scaring the birds that perched on the trees nearby.

Then a loud beating flap drummed, coming nearer and nearer. The soldiers can see the source now.

A dragon. A white fucking dragon, its mouth is already opened and glowing blue!

The soldier began panicking, backing away immediately, "FUCK! MOVE OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!" The Lannister soldiers began to scatter like ants, frantically trying to escape from the dragon's view. They tried to get on their horses, pack valuable loot up as fast as they could.

But the dragon was way faster. It spewed blue flame from its mouth, already destroying half of their camp to ashes and flew to the skies again. Men screamed as it's flame began eating up their body slowly, they frantically tried to take their armor off. The fire was blazing hot that by the time some of the soldiers took their plates off, they had already dropped dead.

The soldiers that made it out safe weren't so lucky either, for the dragon was not alone.

Just as the soldiers mounted their stallions, they suddenly reared in fright, but not of the flames.

A low snarl filled the air, until a black and white blur snatched a Lannister man off his horse before the jaws of the beast clamped down on his neck before snapping it like a twig. It then snarled and bared its dagger like teeth, pressing its ears flat, and staring at the soldiers as if they are next.

The men looked at the beast before memories of the War of Five Kings entered their minds...Many of the late Robb Stark's most faithful companion before both were butchered at the Red Wedding, something they never thought they would encounter again, as if it resurrected from the very depths of hell to 'cleanse their sins'.

"A-A wolf! A DIRE WOLF!" shouted one of the soldiers in panic before it caused a chain reaction.

"RUN!"

"Get away!"

Thus, true panic set as the surviving Lannisters tried to flee. But as they tried to, a volley of arrows flew in their direction, many hitting their mark, as they hit the unprotected parts of their armor. And to make things worse, there were men with lances as they charged on their mounts at the desperate, and terrified Westerlanders, their coordinated attack enough to make a knight of Crakehall proud. Shrieks and cries of pain echoed the field as the lances pierced the bodies of the Lannister soldiers, before the riders drew their swords and began to slash and stab the rest.

From a distance, as the massacre continues, Lyannys and her captains are watching the slaughter ensue. Her grey eyes scanned the field, ensuring that all goes according to plan.

"I have no interest in taking any prisoners," The dragonwolf firmly stated, her face hard as stone and voice cold as ice, "Kill them all... but leave one alive."

Laena looked at her in confusion, "Just one? Why?"

Their leader slowly gave a sickly sweet smile as she turned to face her, "Because dead men tell no tales."

Three Days later

Riding on Drogon as the Black Dread reborn glided south, Jon and Dany were fidgeting on his back. Weeks of search and now a new lead appeared.

When they received the message from the Lord of Greywater Watch, the two would-be monarchs were immediately on their feet. They insisted on going on dragons for a faster travel so that they could catch up with Lya. Because of that, Jon wasn't confident that Dany could ride in her current condition, fearful of anything that could happen to them both. And that's how they both ended up on Drogon's back, Rhaegal following his brother's tail. He held onto the side of her swollen stomach as they flew.

The ride was quiet. The only sound they could hear is the beating wings of the dragons and the whistling wind.

The Dragon Queen ghosted a hand on her swollen belly as she began to lose herself in her thoughts. There is so much she wanted to tell her. How sorry she was for causing destruction upon King's Landing, forsaking her at a young age, and most of all, bringing her nothing but pain. She wondered if she could ever forgive her…...forgive them both.

She wasn't the only one thinking of her. Behind her, the White Wolf is also lost in his thoughts. Lya….did she ever meet him in her time? If so, did they ever meet and part in good terms? Judging from their first encounter though, he guessed that it never went well. Her temper was like her mother when she spoke to him. And how he regarded him…..he guessed that she really hated him.

Of course….he probably knows nothing of it…..as usual. Her voice echoed in his head, together with Ygritte's. It seems that his futureself really pissed her off if his own daughter could say this.

He groaned at that thought.

"What is it, love?"

Dany's soothing voice broke his train of thought. He found her violet eyes looking straight at him with concern as her head turned back. Honestly, he could never understand why his future-self would allow anything to befall onto Dany, or how the North never accepted her just because she isn't a Northern. This time, he swore that he will prevent the dreadful future.

"It's nothing."

But the Dragon Queen wasn't going to let it go easily. "Jon, I can feel your fingers fidgeting."

His grey eyes fell, averting his gaze on her. "Oh."

"Are you thinking of our daughter?" She went straight for the throat. Jon fell silent again, and she knew she was right. Dany took his hand and placed it on her swollen belly, then she leaned back until her back was on his chest. She sighed. "Me too."

Jon wrapped his arms around her in instinct and placed his chin on her shoulder. "I'll make it right." He promised. "I'll set things right for you. I'll make sure you and our daughter have a future."

Dany turned her head, and placed a kiss on his cheeks. "We will set things right. Together, remember?"

He smiled at her remark. "Aye." At that, his hand found hers and tangled them together firmly. "I promise."

Out from the clouds, they found their destination. Jon and Dany looked down to see their current location, the place where they are called to.

Only to find half of the perimeter in ashes.

Jon gasped, horrified at the view below him. Dany felt his hand held her hand tighter, she looked closely at the land. Although she had never seen the Neck, even a fool would know that no men would allow fire to burn along the forest, the field, and whatever living things dwell there.

Unless there was a battle.

From above, they found blue flames licking along a path through the forest. Trees left to burn to smithereens, blue fire painting the ground black, turning it dry. The forest is still filled with trees, however, the flame actually made its own path all the way until the end of the line.

"What happened here?" Dany asked softly.

"I don't know." Jon said, then his eyes found men on the charred black ground. Amongst them, he recognized one. It had been a long time since he saw Lord Reed, but he remembered his features. "That's Lord Howland," he informed the Dragon Queen, "let's land."

Dany nodded, she stroked the dragon's scales, "Tegun konīr, Drogon."

The black dread chuffed, and glided. Gracefully, he circled the field and landed with a soft thump. Drogon lowered himself to the ground for his mother and Jon to dismount. Jon went down first before helping his lover, holding her by her arms as she carefully stepped off her dragon's scales.

The two monarchs then walked towards their ally. They saw an aged man with a Lord's cape, beside him is a young lady. Behind them were a dozen guards. As they got closer, Jon spoke first. "Lord Reed, it's been a long time."

"Indeed, Lord Snow." He replied firmly, then he turned to Dany and bowed. "Your Grace." She nodded in acknowledgement, the Lord of the Marsh continued. "I wish we could meet you for different circumstances, and I know that war is upon us. But I….we believe we had found what you are looking for."

Dany did not hesitate to ask. "The white dragon?"

"Aye, Your Grace."

"Where is she?" Jon asked.

"Gone." This time, it's the lady who answered. Jon guessed that she must be Meera Reed, how she has grown. But her eyes looked like she had witnessed things. "She was attacking a fleet, and then she left for the South."

"Your fleet?"

She shook her head. "The Iron Fleet."

"What?" Dany gasped. Whilst they were searching for their daughter, King's Landing had already made their move against them. But….she couldn't find any signs of them. Not even a prisoner escorted by their guards. "Where are the Iron Fleet now?"

Meera fell silent, her face fell. Dany watched as her lips were trying to form the words but it bolted shut again, it's as if something really terrible had happened to them that talking about it is a sin.

"They are all dead." Lord Reed answered for her, his words made her eyes widen. "The white dragon burned everything to cinders, it's like a flap of its wings is enough to destroy half of the Fleet. We came here to look for survivors or any remains, but only ashes are left behind. No survivors," he gloomly said. Then he raised his hands, presenting the burned land and forest to them. "These remains you see here, are the work of the very dragon you are looking for. It burned a path south, with everything in it's path turned to ash,"

Dany gasped, as she looked around, and again taking note of the still lit blue flames, "The white dragon can breathe blue fire."

"Aye." Lord Howland assured them. "And it managed to take down an entire fleet without even trying."

Jon was at a loss of words. They did plan to take Euron down, but not like this. Jon had seen Dany's dragons burn things down, but leaving a whole destruction like this with just one dragon? Let alone a dragon that can breathe blue fire. How powerful is this dragon? Or should he say…..how powerful is their daughter? Did she turn her pain into anger? And was it so overwhelming that fighting Euron Greyjoy was nothing to her?

'Oh, Lya.' Jon sadly thought of her. 'What future did you have that made you this angry?'

Dany too couldn't say anything. Their daughter truly has the blood of the dragons. In her future, she too managed to take Euron down with Drogon, but not without the death of Rhaegal. From what she recalled from the bits of memory, she managed to destroy the ships, and there were survivors.

But in this one, not one single soul of the Iron Fleet was left alive.

Although she is grateful that she didn't have to deal with the Kraken anymore, now her concern is if her daughter is on the verge of madness. Like her futureself. In that timeline, she managed to take down the fleet herself….but not without going mad. And now…..she worries history will only repeat itself.

'My sweetling, what are you trying to do? What else have I done to you in your time?'

Dany felt overwhelmed with so many feelings. She tried to steady her breathing as tears started to form in her eyes, she felt she was about to collapse. But Jon immediately held her firmly by her arm before hugging her.

And there, the mighty Mother of Dragon broke down. Weeping in his arms. Jon silently thanked Lord Reed for not asking anything from them for now.

Jon held her closer, careful not to press too hard with their future daughter between them. He placed his mouth on her head whilst she sobbed, gently soothing her back, doing his best to comfort her. "Dany…..we'll find her." He promised as he too felt tears began welling his eyes, his voice turned hoarse. "We'll….we'll get her back, I swear it."

He felt her nodding and felt her arms tightened around him. She allowed him to hold her as she fell apart, letting out all her sadness for their daughter. Jon too couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes as he tried to be strong for them both.

The two Reeds could only look on, slightly confused by the current behavior of the two remaining blood of House Targaryen. However, they didn't speak until the two had stopped weeping for their child.

As they did, Jon then noticed something about the ground. Aside from how dry it was, the burned soil looked...loose.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of the burned soil, with Daenerys noticing.

"Jon?" she asked, as the father of her child looked at his Uncle's Bannerman.

"Lord Reed," he said, getting the older man's attention. "Was this soil loose when you got here?"

Howland blinked before nodding.

"Yes, it was," he confirmed, "From what we determined, the dry soil was churned up by many horses."

"Can you tell how many?"

Howland sighed, "Difficult to tell," he said, "My best estimate...a few hundred at least.,"

Jon and Dany looked down the path, as the realization came to them.

"She...she burned this path for her people to cross the neck." Jon said, as he looked back at the scorched earth still in his hand before he dropped back to the ground. "She's now in the Riverlands..."

Both last Targaryens knew what that meant...she was heading towards the Lion's Den.

Across the Narrow Sea

"It is time, Ser Arthur," said the Red Priestess Kinvara, as she looked at the knight whom she saved all those years ago, after his...less than honourable death, "The Princess and her parents need you now more than ever,"

As she said this, said knight was busy preparing his sword and armor, his old Kingsguard armor.

"I should've been there to help Rhaegar's son years ago," he growled out. "If that damned Crannogman hadn't stabbed me in the back, he wouldn't have been raised as a damn bastard by his northern fool of an uncle,"

Kinvara blinked but kept her face calm.

"Eddard Stark did what he did in order to protect his sister's child, Ser Arthur," she countered, "He kept his promise and the secret he carried to the grave."

Arthur just placed on one of his leather gauntlets before squeezing it in a tight fist.

"It doesn't give him the right to keep the truth of his lineage from him," he growled slightly, before looking at his current weapon. It wasn't his Dawn, but it will do for now, "What did your flames say about the girl? Where is she now?"

Kinvara was silent before answering.

"In the Riverlands, destroying the Lannister garrisons there, piece by piece," she replied, "She knows she cannot take the entire Lannister Army head on with just five hundred horsemen. Especially since the Lion's have both the Golden Company in their employ, and the disgraced Maester's counter weapons against the dragons."

Arthur sighed, before donning his cloak to hide his armor underneath.

"Then I hope I make a damn difference," he said, before turning to the door.

"Take care Ser Arthur," said Kinvara, "For if something were to happen to the Dragonwolf Princess, both Prince and Princess that were promised will fall into darkness,"

Arthur stopped at the door, before turning and giving one reply.

"That will not happen," and with that he opened the door and walked out before closing the door again.

The Sword of the Morning, was going home.

Patriot-112: Wow! Another chapter done! Lyannys is now in the Riverlands, and is on the warpath. Will she succeed or will she need a little more help?

Anyway, special thanks again to Claire de Blanche for helping me write this chapter up, as well as Longclaw 1-6 for his advice, and both of their support. Be sure to visit their pages and look up their fics. Until next time! Ciao!