Jon and Dany Imagined Scenes

Flight

Activity buzzed around Jon and Daenerys on all sides as the massive army they led settled in to camp for the night. As they had done for the last week on the roads from White Harbor to Winterfell, Jon and Daenerys, had decided on a suitable place for the train to rest for the evening. Immediately Daenerys's captains leapt into action, organizing the communication, bedding, and provisions of the thousands of Dothraki and Unsullied that trailed behind them.

After the initial frenzy that separated them temporarily as they each answered questions and barked orders from their mounts, Jon spied Dany pulling away from the crowd to ride off on her own. He tended to the last of his duties and galloped off behind her. He guessed that their absence would be noted and even commented on by the crude and unruly Dothraki, especially, as it had been over the last several days. Jon gave a small knowing smile, thinking to himself that they were unlikely to surmise the reason for their regular evening tryst.

Jon rode off the main road into the woods, and before long arrived at a wide clearing in the trees. Near the edge of the clearing, Dany's great silver horse was secured to a tree, and he led his own borrowed mount to graze nearby. In the middle of the clearing stood Dany under the arch of her dragons, petting them each in turn, and murmuring endearments in Valerian. Jon no longer shook at the sight of them, and had even grown comfortable near them. Still, he stood back to take in the wondrous view of which he would never tire.

The first time that Daenerys snuck out and away from camp, Jon had followed her. He  was concerned for her safety and sought to provide protection, but he quickly learned that his instincts were wrong on that account, and she told him so in no uncertain terms. For this reason he was not a little surprised when Daenerys had invited him to ride with her after all. Like this night, they had ridden out in the direction that Daenerys had last seen her dragons alight.

Daenerys had shared with him that first evening a hard truth of traveling with dragons. They would never truly be tame, and as such she had little control over what the dragons would do or what they would eat as they followed the slow moving army. Having the soldiers hunt while on march slowed the army down even further, and was not a reliable way to feed the dragons, and in any case did not seem to satisfy their need for activity. Daenerys lamented that Jon would need to help her make his Northern people see that these were valuable weapons worth the inevitable price that the terrorized villagers would pay.

It was at this revelation that Jon had remembered the dragons gliding and sailing back and forth across the marching soldiers, sometimes disappearing for hours at a time for parts unknown. He thought in horror of the havoc that two bored dragons might inflict on the surrounding region as they passed through it.

This divulgement, then, was the reason that Daenerys had invited him to share this moment. Jon felt betrayed that Daenerys would try to use the growing affection between them to inure him to this harsh reality. Still, as he spent the next several hours watching her with them, he did begin to see them through her eyes, as her children. Her love for them was overwhelming, their intelligence and temperament equally sharp. And Jon could hardly the deny the destruction that the dragons could inflict on behalf of the living in their fight against the dead.

Daenerys wisely continued to invite Jon to spend these quiet evening hours with her and her dragons. As the week past, it became their nightly habit to ride out together.
She would spend time with them, sometimes flying with Drogon, or bringing a deer or goat along for a fiery meal if they were lucky enough to catch one during the day's ride. Jon would watch, at first keeping his distance warily, gradually becoming closer to the surprisingly gentle giants, and to Daenerys as well.

Today as he approached Daenerys, the dragons gave a flutter of recognition that he saw echoed in her, though she had not yet turned to see him. He walked up with a confidence borne not just out of his growing ease with the dragons. Jon had an idea he was eager to share with his queen. It had been collecting, like jumbled fragments tossing about in his brain as they jolted along all day, until it finally snapped together on his lone ride through the woods.