When Two Dragons Meet

Part 42.

Danerys Pov.

It's been some days since the events north of the wall, and we've sailed towards King's Landing. Drogon has stayed closed, but Vhagar, Baelor, Viserion, and Rhaegal haven't been seen.

They need time their father just died, the bond between them and Daemon ran so deep I don't think anything was ever possible to break it. Not anything except dead there are grieving, and I know they have to, but it would have been better if we were able to show our full strength against Cersei.

To be honest, I don't even know if the dragons will follow me. Drogon, I'm his rider. Our bond is different, but for the others, I'm not sure. Daemon always said they were our children, and I know they see me as their mother, but still, I got their father killed.

"Your grace." Ser Jorhan says as he over to me, and I release a deep breath as I place my hands on  the railing and look at the ocean.

"How's Jon Snow?" I ask him with no emotion in my voice or face, I feel as if I let it all go, I won't be able to stop.

"He'll be fine with some rest, your grace." Ser Jorhan says as he stands next to me. "Tell me, Ser Jorhan, how will I tell the almost 300 000 men who followed Daemon BlackFyre that I've gotten  their king killed." I state .

"They will follow you your grace, the Iron Throne is your birth -" he starts, but I soon cut him off.

"He got all of them to follow him without spilling one drop of blood. He was ready when I sailed west. He was able to take 10000 of my men out without losing one himself. His men adored him because he was a good man, Ser Jorhan. Maybe he was meant to rule all along." I say as my eyes stay focused on the ocean.

"You've liberated Slavers Bay, your people follow you because of the good things you've done your grace." Ser Jorhan says, and I give him a small nod.

"And still I feel as if Daemon BlackFyre was supposed to rule over the Seven Realms. The Targaryen dynasty is over, and the dynasty of house BlackFyre should have begun, but now it never will."  I simply say as I bite back my emotions and tears.

"You loved him?" Ser Jorhan asks me with a frown.

"I think I've loved Daemon BlackFyre longer than even I realized."

Some days  later.

Seeing Harry and terion walk our way, I  take  a deep  breath. How am I supposed to tell him Daemon is dead. Harry followed Daemon, but they were also good friends.

"You still haven't seen heard about the dragons?" I hear Tyrion ask him, and a frown makes its way on my face. Vallar, Daena, and Rhaella have also not been seen anymore, just like the others?

"Not since the day after our King flew north of the wall." Harry awsners as they continue to walk my way.

"He's dead." I whipser, and both men let a frown grow on their faces.

"Who's dead? Your grace." Tyrion asks me, and I feel tears start to well in my eyes. "Daemon h-he saved Viserion." I softly say as I look down at the ground.

"No, he can't he dead. We are speaking of Daemon BlackFyre, the man who jumps off dragons for fun. You must be mistaken." Harry says in disbelief, and I shake my head as I try my hardest to bite my tears back.

"He got impaled by an ice spear that was meant for Viserion before he fell hundreds of yards into a frozen lake, I'm sorry, Harry." I whisper as I slightly look up and see his eyes widen.

"T-this is all your fault! You never should have flown behind the wall without even speaking to him! You got our king killed because of your stupidity!" He bites my way, and all I can do is nod my head.