Game of Thrones: Season 8 and Beyond

Cold

A/N: Sorry this chapter took longer than usual, I just started a job, my first and it's taking a lot of my free time. Plus I'm a little stuck as to what I'm gonna write.

Dany

As soon as she entered the Great Hall, she knew something was wrong about Jon. He barely spared her a glance, and didn't seem to respond to her when she spoke to him. He just looked ahead at the gathering lords with a hard gaze, with signs of something troubling him. Dany would have to find out what it was.

The hall was soon full of the northern lords, and all of their gazes were on Daenerys, most of them full of disgust and scrutiny. Daenerys sighed, it seemed like she had no choice but to face them now.

Jon cleared his voice, and any disdainful murmurs in the hall went silent. "My lords, we are gathered here today to discuss our next plan of action against the white walkers, and to acknowledge Queen Daenerys, who has brought over 70,000 men to fight against the army of the dead."

Some mutters were heard, and then a man stood up. "Your Grace, what else could we possibly do to prepare against the white walkers, aren't we doing all we can? Really we shouldn't have to plan anything until they reach the wall."

"Unfortunately, my lord, they already have. The wall has fallen at Eastwatch, and the army of the dead marches south, hence why we must plan." Jon stated, and the room fell silent. Dany was shocked, how could they possibly have knocked down so much ice? But what Jon said next answered her thoughts. "The Night King has a dragon. He brought it back from the dead."

Jon looked to Daenerys as he said this, and Dany felt her heart ache at the thought of her child being made a slave. The hall was full of shouts and accusations, aimed towards her. She didn't know if she could handle it.

"Your Grace, it's the foreign whore's fault that there's now a dragon in the dead army! You should have never gone to Dragonstone!" A man shouted. "I say we kick her out now, with her dragons! That way there won't be more dragons joining the Night King's Army!"

"Lord Glover, don't you dare blame her!" Jon bellowed at the man. "She lost her dragon, one of the only three in existence to save me, your King. Plus, we need her men if we are to have any chance of surviving," Jon put his hands on his head, tiredly. From beside him, Dany began to feel nauseated.

She got up as she felt her stomach churning, and quickly ran out of the hall, past the worried gaze of Jon. She made her way to the nearest toilet and emptied the contents of her stomach, heaving. She heard hurried footsteps come up behind her, and then felt hands keeping her hair out of her face.

She looked up after finishing her bout, meeting the concerned brown eyes of Missandei. "Thank you, Miss."

"What brought this on?" Missandei asked, worriedly. She rubbed Daenerys' back comfortingly.

"I don't know," Dany breathed, "All of a sudden I just felt my stomach churning and I knew things weren't right. I haven't gotten this sick since I carried Rhaego."

This brought a slight smile onto Missandei's face. "Your Grace, when was the last time you had your moon blood?"

Dany counted the time in her head. "About two moon turns ago, why? It's not like I can be pregnant, the witch made sure of that." This subject made Dany sad, she would never be able to bare children to Jon, a little prince or princess could never be.

"Didn't you tell me that she said 'death pays for life'? Perhaps she didn't just mean Rhaego's death for Drogo's life?" Missandei suggested.

"Missandei, are you suggesting that Viserion's death made me fertile again?" Dany wanted to believe it, she really did, but she couldn't, not without proof because she didn't want her hopes to be shattered.