Game of Thrones || The Sword of the Morning

An Old Face from an Old Life

~~Evelyn Dayne~~

His screams of pain echo in my ears as Daenerys holds me and I hold her like we're the only people left in the world. Outside of our own little world is pure chaos and horror. But in her arms, I feel as if there is no violence or anger, chaos and destruction. In her arms it's just her and me.

All I want.

Thinking about the possibility of a future with her is the best thing ever yet the worst at the same time. If Viserion, a dragon, can be taken away on the whim, then what are the chances that we even survive the war to come? Who has that kind of power to contend with the dead?

It's hard to carry on when one's hope is shattered. I sang the winter song to Daenerys, truly believing that everything would be okay. And it was. We made it to the dawn. But it was a sham. A bait and switch and our world was flipped upside down. Our baby boy was taken from us and we could do nothing to stop it.

I felt hopeless and weak.

And just earlier, Daenerys had pointed out that weakness and it just hurt worse. Arguing is something me and her never, ever do. There were times where I've been frustrated to no end with her but I would never scream at her. Doing so just hurts myself but I can tell now that we meant every single word.

But spilling the truth relieves us like ointment on a wound so that the healing can begin.

Daenerys and I rock back and fourth on the floor, a blanket of furs tucked around us as we both stare at the roaring flames from the hearth. They felt cold for the longest time but now they feel warm. The flames feel warm again.

"I'm sorry.."

Daenerys mumbles into my chest and I just squeeze a bit harder.

"Don't be. I love you. That's all that matters in the end."

I whisper back and she sighs, returning to silence as I feel her lips kiss my exposed neck, slowly beginning to trail up. She kisses up the length of the scar going from my jaw to just above my throat, then to my cheek, and finally to my eye on my right side. I relax in Daenerys' soft kisses as i close my eyes softly.

"I'm sorry, my love... Can you forgive me?"

"There isn't anything to forgive, Dany..."

I whisper quietly, opening my eyes and raising a brow.

"But there are certain ways I can find for you to earn forgiveness if you insist on asking for it."

I remark and she releases a teary chuckle, snuggling into my neck as I hold her in a warm embrace. Silence settles over the two of us once again as the flames continue to crackle now and again.

"Jon said that the he can bring back the dead..."

Daenerys says softly and I shutter slightly, not wanting to imagine the figure of Viserion even though I know it to be true. Bran's vision and him saying that all he can see is blue flames just further adds to the proof of what our baby boy is now.

"Do you think that Viserion is truly gone? Or.."

"We'll face him and the Night King soon, Dany... I wish it weren't so but it is. Vis took the bridge down with him, but the Night King could just bring him back and...use him to bring down the Wall."

A single tear slides down my cheek as I hold Daenerys a little tighter to my chest.

"The war to come in the next few days will be to decide the fate of the entire world. Thousands- millions of people are at stake... We cannot lose sight of the hope that we are fighting for."