Game of Thrones: Season 8 and Beyond

Attack

A/N: I realized I made a mistake a few chapters back. Rhaea has green eyes, not gold eyes. While I'm at it, Daenon has gold, and Aeryon has amber. There we go.

Jon

It took a few days for Gendry to complete the armor for the dragons. He worked day and night, working his hardest to please the queen. As of late, Jon noticed how much happier he looked than usual. He smiled more, and laughed more. Jon decided that it had to do with Arya, who spent more time with him recently. Whenever Jon would check up on him in the past week, he'd see Arya floating by. With a clenched jaw, Jon decided to ignore it, listening to Daenerys. They could do whatever they want. But Jon would feel better if they were at least married.

The armor Gendry presented them was magnificent. It wasn't as massive as the dragon glass armor, it didn't give as much coverage, but it was enough for now. It protected the basic parts of the dragons, the chest and shoulders having the most coverage, followed by the skull.

The two made sure to inform the lords of their intentions, something that rubbed them the wrong way. Jon dismissed their worries, informing them of what they had discovered, and presenting the Valyrian steel sword and then the armor that Gendry had created.  They had been impressed, but they still didn't like the fact they were saving an enemy of the North. The North truly was as stubborn as they say.

After the meeting, they proceeded to get the dragons ready, sliding on the sturdy armor a lot more easily than the dragon glass. The dragons seemed to like Valyrian steel more than dragon glass, probably because it is much more smooth and had no shards of glass sticking out. As they were getting the dragons prepared for battle, Jon's three were flying around him, protesting his decision to leave them alone.

"It'll only be for a little while," Jon told them, earning a screech from Aeryon, the smallest of the three, in return.

"You'll be with Arya! Don't you love Arya?" Another screech. Though this one was less angry. Jon felt Rhaea land on his shoulder, her larger body barely fitting anymore. She was getting quite heavy. "It'll only be for a day or two. When I get back, I'll let you three follow me wherever I go for the rest of the day."

Daenon made a sound of approval, as did Rhaea. Aeryon let out a puff of hot air, before making a satisfied chirp. That issue was sorted out nicely.

"Well? Shall we head off? Before we get a nipple in the mail," Dany suggested. Jon smiled, giving his dragons one last stroke before climbing up Rhaegal's spikes to his back, which had a freshly made saddle on it. No more sore bottoms for him. Daenerys, on the other hand, preferred to ride uncomfortably.

Jon was about to get Rhaegal into the air when Dany shouted, "Wait!"

Jon looked over to her with concern in his eyes. "What is it?"

"I made special armor for an occasion like this. I can't believe I almost forgot!" Daenerys looked annoyed with herself. She got off of Drogon, her feet hitting the ground with a slap.

"Huh? You did?" Jon looked at the armor he had put on, the usual Stark sigil engraved in it. It was not the sturdiest in the world, but it would suffice.

Dany nodded, a proud look on her face. "I had Gendry make it for you, around the same time as the dragon glass armor. Come, it will only take a few moments to switch it."

And so, Jon was dragged to their chambers, and presented with some of the finest armor he'd ever seen. On the breastplate and the shoulder plates, was the Targaryen sigil, the three headed dragon. The armor was shiny, and it had a cape made of wolf pelt, giving a nod to Jon's Stark blood. It looked to belong to royalty in every way. Seeing it amazed Jon, and he looked at Daenerys.