Well, to be honest I didn't think I was going to continue this story and yet, here I am. I was in the mood for an angsty, a little dark Jonerys story. Warning, it's going to get angsty. If you want fluffy Jonerys, this story is not for you. This story will have a HEA but it's very far away. Right now, you're either going to hate Jon or Dany or both. And that's kind of the point. But they will get better, both of them. It's just that neither of them are in the best mindset at the moment, to say the least.
King's Landing was hers now, and the Seven Kingdoms with it – only the North was still a problem but she would deal with them soon, and with the traitorous dwarf as well. She didn't plan for the city to go up in green flames when she targeted the Red Keep, but it couldn't be avoided. She regretted the needless deaths of the common folks, they had no fault in this, but Cersei brought her to this point. They should know who to blame when the sky falls down upon them, she had said in Winterfell. The people will know who's really to blame for the destruction of King's Landing. They will understand eventually.
What mattered was that Cersei was dead and that she had taken the Throne, finally.
Her Dothraki and Unsullied had obeyed her orders, like she knew they would. Her men had only targeted the soldiers – both the Lannister men and the ones from the Golden Company. But she knew the Northmen had raped and killed with abandon. They will pay for that, she would make sure of it.
The Throne Room was a pile of rubble and ashes, like the vision she had seen long ago in the House of the Undying, but the Iron Throne was intact. It was such an ugly thing, and yet it was hers. After everything that she suffered and done and endured, it was hers. She wished she could feel something about it, but she didn't feel much of anything these days.
Everything that she was had been stripped away, little by little. All she did was care and love and protect and save, and how was she repaid? By betrayal and disdain and hatred. All the people that she cared about most, gone. Two of her children gone.
They wanted the dragon queen? They wanted the Mad King's Daughter? Well, that is exactly what they're going to get.
But first, there was someone else she still had to deal with. Jon Snow. Aegon Targaryen. Her lover. Her nephew. Her would-be-killer.
Kinvara had warned her about him. That he would betray her, try to kill her. That he was lost and confused and therefore an easy target for people like Tyrion and Sansa Stark. She was still hoping that Kinvara was wrong, not for herself – not anymore – but for the child she was carrying, his child – her miracle, the only thing that still kept her sane.
Grey Worm had heard the conversation between Jon and Tyrion though. It was only a matter of time.
One last chance, Jon Snow. One last chance to prove you're still the man I fell in love with.
She climbed the steps to the throne, reaching with her hand to touch it but before she could, she heard his steps behind her.
"When I was a girl, my brother told me it was made with 1000 swords from Aegon's fallen enemies. What do 1000 swords look like in the mind of a little girl who can't count to 20?" She turned around to look at him, noticing his frown and his hunched shoulders – like the weight of the entire world was upon them. She was so tired of seeing this Jon Snow. This mopey, weak version of him she didn't recognize. Still, she kept talking, ignoring the way he was looking at her, the way he always looked at her those days. "I imagined a mountain of swords too high to climb. So many fallen enemies, you could only see the soles of Aegon's feet.
"I saw them executing Lannister prisoners in the street. They said they were acting on your orders." Jon finally spoke.
Daenerys nodded, shrugged. "They are acting on my orders. It's necessary."
"Necessary? Have you been down there? Have you seen? Children, little children, burned!"
She didn't flinch. Once she would have, now she felt barely a twinge of guilt. "I didn't want any of this. But that's what Cersei brought me to. I tried to make peace with her. She used their innocence as a weapon against me. She thought it would cripple me."
"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?"
"Forgive him." Jon asked her, as if he had any right to ask her such a thing.
"You can." Jon came closer to her, and once the sight of him so close, caressing her face in his hands, would have her heart beat faster, would have made her feel warm and safe and happy. Now she only felt cold. Now she only felt empty. "You can forgive all of them, make them see they made a mistake. Make them understand. Please, Dany."
She stepped away from him, almost disgusted by his touch now. Who was this man, so weak and cowardly? Has he always been like this and I didn't see it? Where was the dragon blood?
"We can't hide behind small mercies. Tyrion failed me more than once and I forgave him more than once. No more. He betrayed me, he committed treason and so he will die, like all who commits treason deserve. The world we need won't be built by men loyal to the world we have. They can either live in the new world, or die in their old."
"The world we need is a world of mercy. It has to be." Jon came closer to her again. Daenerys let him.
"And it will be." She smiled at him, even though she didn't feel it. "It's not easy to see something that's never been before. A good world."
"How do you know?" Jon asked her, his eyes looking as dark as she had ever seen them. She could see the decision he had just made. "How do you know it'll be good?"
"Because I know what is good. And so do you." She didn't know why she was still trying. Perhaps there was still a small part of her that wanted him at her side. That wanted him to see how his family and friends had just used him to drive a wedge between them. Perhaps she simply wanted him to wake the dragon. But whatever fire there was left in him seemed gone.
"You do. You've always known." She said, this time being the one to caress his face.
"What about everyone else? All the other people who think they know what's good."
"They don't get to choose." She simply said, because that was true. She had let other people decide for her and looked what happened. She had hoped Westeros would see for themselves that she was the Queen they needed, that all the people needed, but all the Lords cared about was themselves, all they cared about was keep the power that they had, no matter what happened to the people under them, who were their responsibilities. All the lords could do was exploit the people they were supposed to protect. But no more. She would see to that. They were powerful only because her ancestors had decided they were powerful. But that power, just like it had been easily given to them, it could just as easily be taken away.
"Be with me. Build the new world with me." She said, trying to appeal to him one last time. "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 20. We do it together. We break the wheel together."
Jon looked at her and she saw it, right there. The decision had been made. "You are my queen. Now, and always." Still, he let him kiss her, just for a moment and only when she felt the tip of the dagger trying to pierce her skin – thankfully protected by the chainmail she was wearing underneath her clothes – did she step away.
"What a disappointment. I was really hoping Kinvara was wrong about you." Grey Worm appeared from out the shadows of the throne room and seized him, making sure Jon would lose the dagger he was still holding in his hand, the dagger he would have used to kill her and the child she was carrying. Jon looked at her in shock.
"Did you really think I would let you come so close to me after the way you betrayed me?" She told him, watching Grey Work forcing him to his knees. "I knew you would do something sooner or later. That's all you Starks seem to do. Betray those who have done nothing but help you. Ned Stark would be ashamed of you, of all of you. One child a treasonous snake, ready to backstab anyone as long as it gets that throne she so desperately wants, another a psychotic killer, the male child an emotionless husk of a man and you…a man who's willing to kill the woman he swore he loved, his queen, his kin. What a weak coward you turned out to be Jon Snow. I would almost feel pity for you were I not so disgusted. And you know what the most tragic thing is? I'm with child."
Jon gasped and seemed to shrink before her very eyes. "Yes, you were about to kill your child as well. Not that I think you would care much. You despise the blood in your veins, do you not? What a pathetic excuse for a Targaryen you turned out to be. And yet, you are a Targaryen. The child I'm carrying has your blood as well as mine. And as long as you live you will always be a threat to my rule."
"Are you going to kill me?" He asked her. He seemed almost hopeful.
"Kill you? Of course not. Unlike you, I'm not a Kinslayer. No, Jon Snow. I will not kill you. I will marry you instead."