A Dragon is not a Slave

To Council a Queen

"You will stay!"
Jon felt a full ripple of annoyance go through him and glanced back at Ser Davos at this demand. She certainly wasn't afraid to act the queen, or perhaps she was merely used to getting what she wanted. He followed her, despite feeling uncomfortable about it.
"All my allies are gone." she tramped on ahead of them all. She was so angry, and so fast Jon had to take long strides to keep up. "They've been taken from me... while I've been sitting here on this island."
"You still have the largest armies-" Tyrion tried.
"Who won't be able to eat because Cersei's taken all the food from the Reach."
"Call Greyworm and the Unsullied back, you still have enough ships to carry the Dothraki to the mainland." Tyrion urged, "Commit to the blockade of Kings Landing. We have a plan, it's still the right plan-"
"The right plan?" she whirled around. Jon, lost in pondering what he might do, were he vying for the Iron throne, halted, and backed up a few paces. She was formidably filled with rage, but Tyrion held his ground bravely, even when she continued. "Your strategy has lost us Dorne, the Iron Islands, and the Reach."
"If I have underestimated our enemies-"
"Our enemies?" she broke in again, her eyes flashing and through gritted teeth she said, "Your family you mean. Maybe you don't want to hurt them after all."
Jon glanced at her advisers in discomfort, wondering if they too would feel her wrath but he saw only concern in their faces. Across the water her dragons called to her, and when she turned to them, they all did as well. And then the little queen spoke again.
"Enough with the clever plans. I have three large dragons. I'm going to fly them to the Red Keep." she said, decidedly.
Jon felt such a surge of admiration for her, followed by a harrowing feeling that she might not return, all while Tyrion said, "We discussed this."
"My enemies," she said pointedly, "are in the Red Keep. What sort of a queen am I if I'm not willing to risk my life to fight them?"
"A smart one." Tyrion answered, though Jon hardly heard it.
Daenerys tossed her head, and looked out again, across the waters. No wonder they call her Stormborn, Jon was thinking to himself when he noticed her looking directly at him. She looked at him with something different in her eyes. The same thing that he saw in the cave just before this, when she called me King. And then, "What do you think I should do?"
Jon wavered at the question, and glanced at her other options before saying, "I would never presume to-"
"I'm at war," she said, and again she drew closer to him. "I'm losing." Looks were being passed between her advisers but still she approached him. "What do you think I should do?"
There were tiny flickers of vulnerability in her eyes, and at once he wondered if she acted the tempest to hide the fear. Either way she was coming to him, to him... for guidance, and he would give her the best he could think of. After a brief moment of thought he turned out to face the sea.
"I never thought Dragons would exist again, no one did. The people who follow you know that you made something impossible happen. Maybe it helps them believe that you can make other impossible things happen. Build a world that is better than the shit one they've always known." He saw her swallow softly, and he knew his words were hitting something, so he pushed on, "But if you use them, to burn castles and melt cities, you're not different. You're just more of the same."
Daenerys face said she already knew he was right, but she turned away from him as well, in exasperation. Tyrion threw him a sympathetic look, and approached the queen again, "You could use them for more valuable foes however. There was news of the loot train approaching Kings Landing, we could cut them off and prevent the queen from taking the wealth of High Garden."
"It might be time to let the rest of Westeros know your dragons are not just rumors." Varys spoke at last.
The dragons cried, eager for their meal. Jon wanted to say more but Davos stopped him, noting that the rest of them were watching the queen with concern. The girl was lost in thought, walking out towards the surf, alone. Her hands were pressed to the sides of her head, and he could see her shoulders heaving rapidly. He had a sudden strange desire to go to her, and hold her close. She looked as though she might need it. The saddest queen, he thought, and so alone.
She did not take long to compose herself, before she turned and marched back. "Privy council meeting." she said, "Jon Snow, will you attend?"
Jon nearly choked, "I...uh."
"My Queen." Tyrion, "Perhaps we should keep a healthy dista-"
"Jon Snow is a King." Daenerys said quickly. "I want him in the council meeting." She walked off briskly and Jon glanced at Ser Davos, who looked just as surprised as he did.
On the way to the castle the Queen was first, leading with fire in her step. "And tell me Lord Tyrion," she was saying, "Were you in my position, with my arsenal, and my armies, would you be sitting here, doing nothing?"
"Your Grace, we've talked extensively about what would happen to your claim if you should die and that there is nothing worth the risk."
"All of my allies!" she cried, stopping for a moment alone the narrow sea path, "I am alone."
Tyrion stepped closer to her, "Not alone. Not ever again."
Jon wondered for a moment to himself, why such a girl, with her power and her desirable... position was still unattached as such. Why no man had tried to claim her or win her, and why none were there now. He considered that perhaps no one from Westeros came to the island because it might have meant death, or imprisonment. No one, that is, but his own foolish self.
On she stormed ahead, falling quiet in her thoughts, and they all trailing after. Jon felt as though he was finally above "rebel" now to her, but what that meant exactly, he wasn't sure. And what was going through her head was not at all clear, but he noticed she cut a striking figure walking with purpose, as though there was already a plan formulating. It made Jon's heartbeat quicken, to think that he would be present in the planning of great wars across the kingdoms. Another dream he'd had as a boy, an impossible one it seemed, about to come true. Tyrion stole a glance back at him, raised his eyebrows and allowed a tight smile.