The Last Targaryens

Chapter 26 - The Promised Prince

"My Queen, we don't have much time," Tyrion told Daenerys who was lying in bed with her new bundle of joy in her arms. Daenerys was not listening to anything or anyone, all her attention was on her son, nothing else in the world mattered right now than her son.

Everyone was looking at Daenerys, waiting for a response. Tyrion needed to get Daenerys' attention immediately, because by looking out the window shows that the battle may be lost. Tyrion walked closer to Dany's bed and explained to her, "Daenerys, we need to fly you and your son out of Winterfell and to Dragonstone, where both of you will be safe. Immediately." Daenerys then looked up finally from her child, and responded to Tyrion, "How will we exactly get to Drogon?" Tyrion answered in a calm voice, "He has not left the rooftop since the battle started, once we reach him through the stairwell outside these chambers, you will guide him back to Dragonstone with your son." Missandei then interrupted in concern, "your Grace, you are alright to fly, aren't you?" Daenerys looked at Tyrion, and then over to Missandei in silence, and then glanced down at her son sleeping in her arms.

Daenerys stroked her sons tiny sleeping cheek before taking a large breath. Daenerys made a decision. Daenerys looked at Tyrion and Missandei and responded, "of course I am able to fly, but what about Jon?" Tyrion took a small gulp still maintaining eye contact with his Queen. Daenerys noticed his facial expression and gulp, Dany saw fear in his eyes and knew something was wrong. Daenerys asked another time, but much more immediate and stern, "what about Jon?" Missandei looked at Tyrion, shaking her head very slightly, trying to tell Tyrion not to say anything, but Tyrion had to tell his Queen what she wanted to know. "Your Grace, one of the unsullied reported that they saw Rhaegal shot down by the same weapon that killed Viserion. Rhaegal is alright, but apparently wounded. Jon was riding him up until Rhaegal got shot. Jon hasn't been seen since then." Daenerys couldn't believe Tyrion's words, but she asked and the truth hurt even more than a lie.

Daenerys couldn't maintain her eye contact with Tyrion any longer. Daenerys held her son closer to her body, gaining some comfort from his warmth. Daenerys couldn't believe that Jon might be dead, he might be injured somewhere, or even worse...he might be a wight arisen from the dead. Any of those possibilities where too much to bare, so all Daenerys did was hold her son close, and closed her eyes hoping to wake up to a sunny morning with Jon holding her close, while their son is sound asleep in his crib beside them.

Jon fought his way back into the courtyard of Winterfell, he found Greyworm fighting amongst his men and called out, "GREYWORM!" Greyworm didn't hear anything till Jon called out a second time. He turned his head to his Queens husband, and saw the desperation in his face, Greyworm knew something wasn't right. Greyworm and some of the unsullied fought their way to Jon who was in the midst of the battle. As they fought side by side, Jon yelled out to Greyworm, "I need to get too Daenerys, the Nightking wants...!" but before Jon could continue, a huge army of wights came crashing in and the only thing they had to focus on right now was to stay alive so that they could get to their Queen.

As Greyworm turned around to get Jon's attention in the midst of the battle, he noticed a wight bigger than the others, with a huge army of similar wights following behind. "JON!" Jon heard Greyworm but was still focused on fighting the wights on his side. "JON! NIGHTKING! NIGHTKING!" Jon's face glanced over towards Greyworm, noticing him pointing his hand in the direction towards the opening of the towers of Winterfell. Jon saw him, he could see his enemy, the one thing he had always wanted to defeat. Jon wanted, no...he needed to go after the Nightking, but he couldn't leave Greyworm to fight on his own against this massive amount of wights. Greyworm still fighting the wights on his side knew that someone had to go after the Nightking to end all of this, and most importantly to save their Queen. Jon turned towards Greyworm at the same time Greyworm turned towards Jon. Greyworm and Jon leaned close to one another, Greyworm placed his hand on Jon's shoulder telling him, "Go, Go!" Jon hesitated at first, not too sure if he should still leave, but then Greyworm pushed Jon a bit while turning around immediately to fight the wight right behind him yelling, GO!"

Daenerys got up from her bed in agony but willing to keep moving. Daenerys handed over her son to Sam while Missandei dressed her with her northern furs. Tyrion yelled out while Missandei was quickly dressing Daenerys for the cold winds outside, "Hurry your Grace, we don't have much time!" Daenerys quickly did her shoes, and threw on her white cloak Jon had given to her on their wedding day. Daenerys quickly walked over to her son where Sam had wrapped him up with heavy northern furs to keep him warm during the flight back to Dragonstone. Sam then picked up the young prince, and placed him back in his mothers arms where he was still sound asleep. Arya stood by the door inside Daenerys' chambers awaiting a nod from Tyrion telling her that Daenerys is ready to head upstairs to Drogon. As Arya stood waiting, she could hear swords clashing quite close to them, it wasn't coming from outside. Finally Arya received the nod from Tyrion, but before Arya opened the door to let Daenerys and her son into the halls of Winterfell, Arya decided to open the door a bit to peek through seeing if it was safe.

As Arya opened the door and looked out, she could could see wights surrounding them on both sides. The Dorthraki and Unsullied were fighting them equally on both sides but they're we too many of them, the wights would reach them eventually. Arya turned her head quickly towards the stairwell that Daenerys would be taking to get to Drogon, but she couldn't see it. The stairwell was filled with wights spewing through like a waterfall. Arya slammed the door shut, breathing heavily in panic. Daenerys was taken in quite shock from Arya's reaction and asked her in a panicked tone holding her sleeping newborn son, "well? Is it safe for us to leave?"

Jon ran towards the Nightking and his other commanders in force with Long Claw gripped tightly in his hand.  As Jon was in distance of finally taking a swing at the Nightking, the Nightking raised both his hands slowly in a way that Jon had seen before. Jon ran even faster, he even thought about taking a huge leap to get closer but it was too late, the Nightking had arisen all the people that once stood for the living. Jon was surrounded, he could see the doors opening towards the towers of Winterfell where Dany and his child are placed, but there was know way he could get there before killing ever last one of these newly arisen wights. Jon felt defeated, he starred into the Nightking's eyes through all the newly arisen wights in front of him. Jon looked at the Nightking in a way of pleading him, "not my family, please...not my family!" But nothing could change the reason the Nightking had come all this way. The Nightking wanted what he was promised centuries ago, the Prince who was Promised, and he will take what is his with fire and blood,

but he will take it.