You Are Not Alone ( Jon Snow x Daenerys Targaryen )

Chapter 2: The Last of the Targaryens

Jon was laying on the cold ground.The blood was pouring out of him like a fountain.Bran couldn't do nothing but to watch as Rhaegal , being hurt too, went to his rider's side, nudging his side. If you would look at the dragon's eyes you could see the sadness, like he had a soul of it's own. His screeches were like crying. Drogon heared his brother's crying sounds and flew to him, not taking notice of his wounds produced by the wights which are now dead.

Daenerys, who was standing in the snow, with Jorah in her arms, was looking in the cold emptiness of the sky as some unsullied soldiers aproached her.

"My queen, the battle is over, we won." , one of the soldiers began to speak.

"Yes, we won, but at what cost? We lost who we loved. We lost friends, loved ones..." she said as she wanted to cry but she found the strenght in herself not to. At least not in the front of her soldiers.

"Take his body and prepare it for a proper burrial. He earned to honour to rest."

"Yes, my queen." the soldier responded, while four others took his body in their arms and began to move towards Winterfell, with the queen following silently.She was full of sadness and grief.

In the crypts, Sansa was terrified and still shaking from the events that occured. Tyrion was helping the people to get out of the crypts and Sansa joined them, while Missandei was helping the wounded ones. As Tyrion exited the crypts with the rest of the civilians, he saw the soldiers carrying the lifeless body of Jorah. He saw Dany overwhelmed and wanted to comfort her, but now it was not the moment for honeyed words. Sansa saw Dany's face too and she actually felt sorry for her. Without her, after all, they couldn't have won the war against the Night King. Deep inside her heart, she was thankful that Jon had made an alliance with his Dragon Queen. As the others began to gather around, Dany couldn't help but wonder were was Jon. He saw that Sansa, Tyrion, Grey Worm, Jamie, Tormund, Brienne, Sam, Melissandre, Davos and the Hound were still alive. When she didn't see Jon her heart began to pound faster and faster. She felt like something was wrong.

Arya was running through the courtyard and as she found Sansa and Dany with the others standing he felt little drops falling down her cheeks.

"Please, someone, it's Jon, please come fast" she was begging as she was sobbing loudly.

Dany's heart almost stopped as her words. She couldn't believe her ears.

"Wh...where is h-he?"

"In the Godswood. Please someone help fast"

They all rushed into the Godswood, just to see the two dragons towering over Jon's body, like they were guarding him. His beautiful face was drained and pale, his curly long hair was wet from the blood which he has lost, his right hand still on his sword. Daenerys rushed at his side and kneeled. She couldn't calm herself and she let her feelings loose.

" Oh my love,.... I am so sorry, I am so so sorry, I should have been here with you, how can I live without you now? You were the one that kept me going in this insane world..."

She put her head on his chest and began to cry. As she was crying, the dragons began to screech and sob too. Everyone was shocked by her words addressed to Jon, but nobody dared to ask anything. It was not the moment.

"Oh Aegon, how you left me...I am a lone Targaryen again... why did you have to leave me, now? When I need you the most?! Please, please come back my love! I would give up anything to have you back!"

"You don't have to my queen. His life is already paid by blood." a voice all too familiar spoke from the crowd gathered around Jon and Dany. It was the red priestess, Melissandre.