My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 10: A Dream of Spring Part 2

DAENERYS

Daenerys was in her room packing away her possessions whilst Jon did the same. For once she was going somewhere without the goal of fighting, burning people alive, or a giant army behind her. It was just Ghost and Jon, spare a small crew.

It didn't matter where she was going, as long as it was far away from here. This city, this throne has brought nothing but pain and misery and she will have no part of it any longer.

A knock sounded behind her and when she looked behind her Jon had already answered the door as Daario strolled in. "May I speak with her?" It wasn't a real question, he was going to speak with her no matter what Jon said. But it didn't matter because Jon nodded and allowed them a moment alone.

They were silent and Daario seemed to still be attempting to process the news. Finally he found his tongue and spoke. "So... this is it," he said.

Daenerys gave a slight nod. "Yes I suppose it is," she mumbled. "What will you do?"

Daario bit down on his tongue and looked out the window as he thought about what he would do now. "Well, I suppose the Golden Company can't run itself. Someone has to take over."

Daenerys gave him a slight smile, it makes sense that he would continue to be a sellsword. Daario wasn't the type to settle down and leave everything he's done behind. She took a few steps towards him and gave him a friendly hug. "Thank you for everything you've done for me."

Daario's hand ran up and down her back, it was slightly too intimate for Daenerys' liking but she allowed it as long as he didn't overstep. "It was my pleasure," he mumbled.

As they pulled away he smiled down at her. "I'll miss you," he said.

"I will miss your presence as well."

He looked behind him at the door and then back to her. "Jon's a good man, don't let that one get away from you."

Daenerys breathed out a small laugh. "Yes, I'll try."

Jon waited for her outside by the stone steps that led to the harbour where they were also awaited by Missandei, Grey Worm, Sansa, and Bran. Once they arrived they stood before them all, bags in hand. Daenerys made her way to Grey Worm and Missandei first, noticing that they both held sacks and they were in front of a ship being prepared by Unsullied. She looked back at them and smiled. "Where will you be going?"

She smiled to Grey Worm and he returned with one of his rather rare smiles. "The original plan was for us to sail to Naath, however unfortunately Grey Worm would die soon due to the butterflies. We will return to Meereen." Missandei said.

Daenerys smiled and gave them both parting hugs and Jon came forward, offering Missandei a hug and Grey Worm and handshake. "Take care, both of you," he said.

"You as well Jon Snow," Grey Worm replied.

Jon moved over to his siblings and they both seemed to have somber expressions, which was surprising to see on Bran's face. "When will the funeral be?" Jon asked. His voice was laced with grief and Daenerys wanted to do nothing more then hold him close for the rest of her days until he was the happy man she got a glimpse of on the boat to White Harbor.

White Harbor. It feels so long since they departed for the port. She missed that boat, she missed when everything seemed so simple, just him and her. When they'd lock themselves away in her chambers and spend hours just speaking to each other. Or when they would join the rest of the crew for breakfast but they would practically only speak to one another. The memory the most distinct was the one night he got drunk and sang songs with his northern crew. That time on the boat showed her what simple life could be like, no throne, no armies. Just her and the people closest to her, making the most out of everything they had.