My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 6: Lines of Succession Part 3 (FINAL)

JON

Jon sat on a balcony overlooking the city. The celebrations were beginning to die down and now the people who were originally screaming in hollering were dancing with each other in the streets to kind music. It would have been pleasant had he not heard what he had. The Night King wants his son. Life seems to be having a hell of a time giving him the most wonderful of things and then tearing them away in the blink of an eye. Jon was on his third cup now and not nearly drunk enough.

Someone opened the door behind him but he didn't bother looking back. It wasn't until the person joined him in the seat beside him that he saw it was Daario. "What are you doing out here Stark?" Jon didn't answer he just raised his glass to indicate he was drinking. Daario sighed and grabbed his own cup, pouring his own drink. "What's plaguing your mind Stark?"

Jon downs a full cup before he speaks. "Daenerys is pregnant." Daario chokes on his drink and goes into a coughing fit before he could speak. "Yours?" He wheezes and Jon gives a nod. "You don't seem too pleased."

"Apparently the Night King wants it," Jon said clenching his jaw as he squeezes his cup so hard it might just shatter in his hands. Maybe it already has and he hasn't noticed the pain. He feels as if his whole body went limp and he can't feel anything at all.

Daario looks on at him in confusion before turning his head forward. "Hm," he said. "That is a difficult one." Jon roles his jaw and nods, scowling at the open. He hears a roar and looks forward to see Drogon flying above in the distance. He seemed to be making happy noises of sorts, perhaps sensing his mother is pregnant. "Wait but she told me she couldn't have children."

Jon closed his eyes and tried to ignore the implications of that but they kept coming to mind. "Well I guess she was wrong." There was an awkward silence as they downed a few more cups. "You love her," it was less a question and more of a statement. Yes, of course he does. Apparently every man who meets her falls in love with her.

"Is that important?" Daario asked.

"We both command large and important parts of her army, if we have problems amongst ourselves then that puts us at an even bigger disadvantage then we already are. I need to be sure we won't have any problems."

Daario took a pause to think about what to say. "If I pine for the same woman my whole life then where's the joy in my life going to be?" He stated. "No no, my and her days are over, on to the next woman."

"Good to hear."

"So has she ridden you yet?" Daario asked with a smirk on his face.

Jon looked at him wide eyed at his crudeness. He wanted to be mad but couldn't help but chuckle at how forward he was. "I'm not discussing that with you."

Daario exhaled a small laugh and drank again. "That's a yes."

Jon decided it was time to turn in after Daario decided to teach him some tricks with a dagger and Jon failed miserably at every single one. Jon wandered the halls and came upon the chambers of the queen. He didn't even know he'd been heading there, hell he didn't even know where they were to begin with but now he's here in front of the door. He raised his hands to knock but didn't bother, figuring she was probably asleep. He entered and sure enough he saw her with her eyes closed, tear tracks coating her face. Her chest was steadily rising and falling and he was glad to see that she didn't seem to be having a nightmare. He removed his boots and any uncomfortable clothing as he made his way to the bed. It still wasn't easy, it would never be as easy as it was to love her before. Not with what he knew. But there's no way he could leave her alone now. He placed a small kiss on her forehead to not wake her and then placed his arm around her as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

DAENERYS

Daenerys woke from her sleep when the sun started to shine through her window, but something felt different. There was more weight on her bed this morning and an arm draped around her. When she looked at the arm she instantly recognized who it belonged to. She smiled to herself and decided to stay there for a bit longer in fear that if she woke him he might leave immediately.

Unfortunately fate hasn't been favouring thus far and Missandei comes in that morning. Even though tries her best to remain quiet when she sees Jon in the bed he still ends up waking. Godsdammit. "Um, your grace, my lord. The council wishes to speak with you this afternoon." Daenerys sighed but thanked her friend before she left. As Daenerys tried to get out of the bed to get dressed Jon clung to her tighter. "I'll go, you can stay in bed today." Daenerys sighed contently. He hadn't spoken so softly to her since before the truth was revealed and it brought back fond memories of the boat to White Harbor. Unfortunately she was Queen and would need to remove herself from the bed at some point. "I must attend the meeting, I am Queen." She tried to get out of the bed and once again tried to get up but Jon held her closer once more. "You don't have to go just yet." Daenerys gave up and leaned back into the bed. This was what she'd been hoping for afterall.

JON

Jon meets with his sisters in the small council chambers before they arrive. He figured it best for Sansa and Arya to know first before everyone else did. "We have some news," he started. Sansa seemed interested but Arya seemed like she somehow already knew what he was about to say. "Daenerys is pregnant," Sansa leapt out of her seat and the look on Arya's face quickly changed to shock, clearly not the news she was expecting. "Jon that's wonderful news!" Sansa said hugging her brother tightly. "Thanks Sansa," Jon said with zero enthusiasm in his voice which Sansa easily picked up on. "I would've expected you to be more excited." Before Jon could answer Arya chimed in. "Is it because you're a Targaryen." Jon's face went pale in shock. How did she know. "Who told you?" Arya decided not to answer him directly. "A little spider," it wasn't a clear answer but Jon got the message. "What the fuck!" They had both completely forgotten Sansa was still in the room with them. "Your a what?" Jon wiped his palm over his face before he answered. "Bran saw in a vision that I am the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. I was birthed true born and out of love unlike what everyone has been told. My real name is Aegon Targaryen." It was a lot of information to get out all at once which was evident by the way Sansa stumbled backwards at the information. "And this is why you're unhappy about Daenerys' pregnancy," Arya stated. Jon breathed because this might finally send Sansa to sleep. "Part of it but the real reason is because the Night King wants our child" like Jon suspected Sansa nearly fainted but she somehow managed to catch herself. Arya looked away as a sad expression fell across her face. She immediately ran to Jon and hugged him tightly. "I won't let him touch your child, I'll die before I let that happen." Jon held her there and Sansa came in to join the embrace. "The Night King won't get anywhere near your child Jon, we'll make sure of it." Jon nodded with a smile on his face. The pack survives. "I know it's hard but you two need to be there for each other right now," Jon looked down. It was hard and it will be hard but he couldn't leave her alone right now.

Finally the makeshift council found its way into the small council room. Daario, Davos, Tyrion, Bran, Sam, Yara, Brienne, and Sansa and Arya who were already here. It seems Daenerys listened to Jon and stayed in bed today. Jon discusses that Daenerys is pregnant and the reactions were similar to his sisters.

"The Prince of Dorne has recently arrived with the Dornish army," Tyrion said. "Good, we'll need them." Bran said. Everyone at the table turned to him. "The wall of fire is gone and the dead march south."