I Am Not a Woman, I'm a God - Jonerys [18+]

We'll squeeze the blood out of life and say goodbye to the silver of old

Daenerys meets Sansa and Bran. It's a day of introductions and some new information.

A short disclaimer to say I took some show dialogue, repurposed and twisted it. I don't own it. I simply fixed it for them. Well, for me, same thing.

"Beauty is what eyes behold
And you burn brighter than most
I chased you through the midnight streets
To be where I could speak freely
I didn't care what tomorrow held
I felt the world turning only for us
Only bliss now for you and me
Rise up let life's kiss send us reeling

And unlike the times before
From yesterday comes tomorrow
When life comes alive
The past moves aside
No regrets and no remorse
Come on, come on, come on"

Yesterday to Tomorrow - Audioslave
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Daenerys

The air was frozen lace on her skin, delicate and cold, melting into her skin like a snowflake settling on warm ground. A grey, watery sunlight illuminated thin patches of the dappled metal sky into brilliance as their force moved through Winter Town. Row after row of neat Unsullied soldiers marched ahead of and behind them. She sat tall in her saddle, Jon beside her on his gelding. Though she'd been well prepared for the Northerner's hostility, the reception still made her unreliable stomach clench and twist. People had gathered to gawk as they passed through, bundled under heavy layers, their dark, fearful faces stared up at her and her people with narrowed or terrified eyes. Some even flinched when she met their eye, her violet gaze otherworldy in this land of white and grey.

Jon had smiled when the towers of Winterfell first appeared on the horizon that morning, but now, he was glaring and gritting his teeth. She forced herself to remain hopeful and slid her eyes to him, catching his attention.

"You said it yourself, Jon. The North doesn't trust outsiders. This is what we expected." She muttered, knowing he'd hear her over the marching feet of the Unsullied.

Jon huffed, "Aye, I expected it. I don't have to like it."

"The North remembers, Jon. Ungrateful bastards." Arya hissed sarcastically from behind them, making Daenerys smother a shocked laugh.

"The North remembers what it wants to. They forget much of what is important." Jon said, and Daenerys did smile then.

"We have one admirer," Arya said, and Daenerys looked back, quirking a brow as Arya smirked.

"There was a little boy back there. He climbed a tree to get a better look at us. He seemed impressed," Arya explained.

"Let us pray we can gain a few more like him before the dead arrive," Daenerys replied, facing forward again.