Game of Thrones: The Song of The Wild Dragon (Jon Snow Fanfiction)

5. Losing

I walk back towards the beach and see Daenery's most trusted translator and servant, Missandei, and a little man with her that observes me carefully. I thought of how rude it would seem to ignore them so I walk towards them.

"Rhaenys Lyryen is that right?" the man says when I approach them and I nod silently. "I'm Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the Queen." he then continues to say with a quite formal tone but friendly smile.

"So Daenerys trusts someone from the family that she is fighting against?" I say out loud and it sounds just as crazy as it did in my mind. Tyrion smiles a little.

"It's a complicated story." He says and sighs while looking at his own hands and then at me again. "But usually our Queen trusts the right people."

Suddenly he looks towards something behind us and I see Jon and Daenerys going alone towards the caves far away. How beautiful they look together, how their postures somehow change now that I see them together.

"Is something wrong?" Tyrion asks observing me and I quickly look away from them.

"Why would it be?" I question back and hear some wings beating above us. Belarys. Somehow she seems to always know when I need her by my side, always.

"I assume this is the famous dragon that brought you here." Tyrion says more loudly because of the sound of the wind caused by her wings.

"Come close." I say to her in High Valyrian and I make a gesture towards her so she lands.

Tyrion quickly tries to take a few steps back and Missandei as well but I stay in the same place and caress her head gently as she comes close.

"She is more than my dragon... She is my heart and soul." I say looking towards her big and deep golden eye staring at me and smile. "She is everything that I have." I finish and slowly walk towards her side.

She changes the position of her body and her wing almost instantly knowing what I wanted to do. Belarys always knows.

Without saying anything else and when I am finally secure on her back she starts to fly. I don't know how long we were on the air, I only know how good it felt finally being on the air again just me and her, getting away from everything else. For a period of time, I feel as if I back on the island where there was just me and her and I did not have this strange feelings and thoughts because there was no one but us.

Daenerys dragons come a little closer to us but always keeping some distance.

Suddenly I look down remembering Daenerys and Jon and I see them along with a group of people on the beach. After a moment of hesitation, I finally decide that maybe I should go back and when Belarys lands I see a strange look one Daenerys' face once her eyes meet Belarys, then me and finally her dragons who are still flying.

"Enough with the clever plans." she finally says with an angry and frustrated tone in her voice looking back at them again. No one looked comfortable being there at that moment.

Daenerys then looks back at them again.

"I have three large dragons. I'm going to fly them to the Red Keep."

Knowing what that would mean I paralyze for a second. I only know some things about the conflict that is going on but what she just said... I know exactly what that means.

"We've discussed this..." Tyrion tries to say with a calming voice but she interrupts him.

"My enemies are in the Red Keep. What kind of Queen am I if I'm not willing to risk my life to fight them?"

"A smart one." Tyrion answer still with a calm voice.

"What do you think I should do? I'm losing..." I hear her ask Jon but suddenly my mind goes elsewhere, to the fire that burned everyone that I knew and loved... At least, almost everyone.

I can still feel the warmth of the fire, even after all these years. All I could think of was if I mother died right away or my father was one of the people screaming in pain that I heard when I got to the fire. The tears did not let me see much but oh, I could still hear way too well the fire and the despair in their screams...

"...If you use them to melt castles and burn cities you're not different. You're just more of the same." I hear Jon finish and I try to look at them but notice that my eyes are so full of tears that I can barely recognize them from each other.

I get out of Belarys back quickly and run towards inside the castle even though I hear some voices that I do not care to identify calling my name. When I finally get inside the chambers I close to door and let the tears finally run down my face while I sit on the dark and cold floor not caring about my newest dress.

Daenerys talked about losing but that is not losing. Many years ago I was the one who lost a war and couldn't do anything to fight against it or stop it, I just stood there. All I did was watch and hear them. I lost them, one by one.