Hey! I basically rewrote that scene in the Red Keep from 8x06, how it should have ended in my opinion. I don't own any of the characters.

You have to choose, now.

Tyrion Lannister's words were still ringing in Jon's ears when he entered the throne room of the Red Keep. He almost winced: he had grown up listening to stories about how it was a splendid place, intimidating, designed to make those who entered humbler in front of the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

Now it was just a ruin. Everything was covered in snow mixed with ash. Ash made of burnt people, Jon thought, with a twinge of nausea.

He looked up toward the end of the throne room. A small figure dressed in black, with long silver hair, stood in front of a monstrous throne made of swords. After caressing one of the hilts, Daenerys Targaryen turned around and saw him.

His queen smiled, pleased, satisfied, and she turned back to the Throne while Jon advanced, almost numb, toward her.

"When I was a girl, my brother told me it was made with a thousand swords from Aegon's fallen enemies. What do a thousand swords look like in the mind of a little girl who can't count to twenty? I imagined a mountain of swords too high to climb. So many fallen enemies you could only see the soles of Aegon's feet." Daenerys stepped down and got closer to Jon, still smiling. How can she be so beautiful? Jon thought, feeling a stab of guilt. The cold had made her cheeks and lips red, and her purple eyes had a pleased spark that made her even more splendid.

Don't think about her like this. He cautioned himself. She's your aunt, you can't think about her as your lover.

"I saw them executing Lannister prisoners in the street. They said they were acting on your orders." Jon spat. He tried to control the tremble of his voice.

Daenerys's smile disappeared. "It was necessary."

"Have you been down there? Have you seen? Children. Little children, burned!" He exploded. He remembered every detail: little kids burning alive, innocent men getting their throat cut, screaming women brutally raped, and the disgusting smell of human flesh burning.

"I tried to make peace, with Cersei. And she used their innocence as a weapon against me. She thought it would cripple me. She left me no choice."

"And Tyrion?" Jon asked.

"He conspired behind my back with my enemies. How have you treated people who've done the same to you? Even when it broke your heart?"

Olly. Jon thought. Shiny knives in the dark, stabbing him in the guts. Jon had cared about that little boy, and yet…

He lowered his gaze. "Forgive him."

"I can't."

"You can. You can forgive all of them. Make them see that they made a mistake. Make them understand." He stepped forward and looked at her face again. Her purple eyes were full of sadness and disappointment. She wasn't sad for Tyrion or for all the people she had burnt alive, Jon understood. She was sad because Jon couldn't appreciate her vision of the world. "Please, Dany."

The queen seemed to consider it, for a brief moment. But her answer was not what Jon was praying for. "We can't hide behind small mercies. The world we need won't be built by men loyal to the world we have."

"The world we need is a world of mercy. It has to be." Jon exclaimed. He remember being on that ship with her, heading toward White Harbor, before the Battle of Dawn, before learning about his Targaryen blood. Daenerys had talked about what she wanted after the war: a prosperous kingdom, filled with fat men and pretty maids and laughing children. When had she abandoned that dream? He couldn't believe she had gone completely insane, she still had to be good. Tyrion was wrong, there had to be still hope for her, for everybody… "It will be. It's not easy to see something that's never been before. A good world."

"How do you know? That it will be good?" He asked.

"Because I know what is good. I know what is right. And so do you."

"I don't."

"You do. You've always known." You know nothing, Jon Snow, Ygritte's voice whispered in his mind. Or it was the Red Woman's voice? He wondered how Melisandre would have reacted in front of the slaughter Daenerys had perpetrated. Would she cheer for it? Would she try to stop it? Or would she just hide somewhere and waited it to be over, like Arya did?

"What about everyone else? All the other people who think they know what's good and right?" Arya didn't like Daenerys, neither did Sansa. There was the strong possibility that they would fight the Queen, even if it resolved into a massacre and their death. He couldn't think about it without feeling sick.

Daenerys smiled, in a cold, smug way that didn't belong to the woman Jon had fallen in love with. "They don't get to choose."

And Jon understood what he needed to do. He had know since Drogon had started to spit fire on the citizens of King's Landing, but he had tried to convince himself that she was still right, that she was still broken from losing Viserion and Missandei on the same day…

Duty is the death of love.

Dany gently put her hands on his face, caressing his beard, getting closer to him. He felt her body pressed against his and stared at her. She didn't seem to notice his eyes were filling with tears.

I have to do it.

"Be with me, build the new world with me." She said.

I have to do it, now. She needs to be stopped, and I'm the only one who can. Tyrion is right, she will never stop…

"This is our reason, it has been from the beginning. Since you were a little boy with a bastard's name, and I was a little girl who couldn't count to twenty..."

He thought about the cheery little girl Arya had been, about the woman she was now, and about Sansa's delicate voice and gentle manners, and about Bran and Winterfell…

"We do it together. We break the wheel together."

Jon nodded. He felt like he was about to fall to pieces.

"You are my Queen, now and always." He whispered. Daenerys smiled, while he secretly grabbed the knife without breaking eye contact.

I have to do it, now, now…

"It's the right thing. For the three of us."

For a brief moment, Jon thought that she was talking about the two of them and Drogon. But then she grabbed his free hand and pressed it gently on her womb.

Jon felt his face froze. "What…"

"I'm sure." Dany said, looking so happy. "Only Missandei knew, I realized it when we were still in Winterfell. I wanted to tell you, but…" A shadow of sadness covered her smile.

"But… You said… That witch, in the Dothraki sea…"

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, when the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves." She recited. "And it all happened, don't you see? The sun is the prince of Dorne… Quentyn of House Martell came from Westeros to Meereen and there he died… The Dothraki sea is dying, I've seen it with my own eyes, and the Wall, the highest mountain in the world, collapsed… Everything happened, and now I'm with child. With your child, how it was supposed to be." She hesitated. "I couldn't tell anyone. Varys suspected it, so he tried to poison me… To prevent it… To prevent the return of House Targaryen."

Jon just stared at her. He was still holding the knife behind his back.

"It will be the first Targaryen of the his generation." Daenerys promised. "If it's a girl, we can call her Lyanna, like your Stark mother. If it's a boy… I've always liked the name Jahaerys, like Jahaerys the Old King, but we can call him Eddard, if you prefer it."

Jon wondered what Ned Stark would have done in his place.

Then he let the knife fall on the ground and hugged her tight.

Love is the death of duty.

Thanks for reading! It's my first fanfic about A song of ice and fire/Game of Thrones. I mixed books and show canon, so House Tyrell is not dead (Willas and Garlan are still alive, but it will be explained in the next chapter), Arianne is the Princess of Dorne, Gendry is the lord of Stom's end and Robyn Arryn holds the Vale.

It will probably consist of three or four chapters, where I'll write about the return of the Dragons. In the next one I'll talk about Dany and Jon's children, because there will be a lot of them!

Bye !