Lost Souls

Chapter 12

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Jon
You know when your younger and your parents/teachers or any adult say "the truth will set you free, never lie". They're wrong. The truth doesn't set you free. The truth is the reason why I'm standing here. Why I'm looking at Daenerys and wondering what happened to this girl to get her to this point.
I was in the war when I fell in love. Her name was Ygritte. She had fiery red hair and the greenest eyes; she was beautiful. She was my first love. I never thought anyone could be more beautiful then her. And then, I met Daenerys. Her blonde-sliver hair and eyes you could get lost in. Every-time I look at her, I got lost in a sea of blue.
Standing here in her kitchen and watching her fiddle with her fingers and all I can think about is how beautiful she is and she doesn't even know it. All I can think about is how broken she is; how I want to be the one to fix her, but can't. How-
"Come with me somewhere" she asked me so quiet while walking towards the door.
"Where?" I asked putting on my shoes.
"I-I want you too meet someone".

Daenerys
"Where?" you asked me while putting on your shoes but not taking your eyes off of me.
"I-I want you too meet someone."

The drive lasted for what felt like years. It was uncomfortable and filled with a tension. I kept sneaking glances at you, tension filled your face. You wore a mask. I could see it. It was brooding and sad. It wasn't the Jon that came and saved me last night. You looked over at me and in that moment I knew. You took your eyes off of me; we kept driving and eventually made it.

The gate read King's Landing's Cemetery.

You looked at me. I stared straight ahead and walked out of the car. You followed me, I could feel you behind me. I knew if I turn around you'd be right there to catch me.

    We ended up here at this tombstone where it read; "Rhaella Targaryen. Beloved mother and wife. The sun and stars of the universe."

    You looked at me with not pitty, no. You looked at ME. Not the broken drug addict. You looked at ME; Daenerys Targaryen. And that's when I told you. When everything changed. When I answered the question I know was floating in your head; why I am the way I am.
"I was young when she died. My father killed her, in front of me I remember her screaming at me saying to run and hide. How much she loves me. I remember everything"
 
   I couldn't look at you while telling you this. If I did, I wouldn't be able to finish. I need to finish. Someone needs to know the truth.

"I remember my father looking for me for hours screaming my name. He killed my brother, Viserys, first. Then my mother. He saved me for last. He never told me why, he found me eventually. I was hiding under my brother Rhaegar's bed"
  
  I laughed at myself. How stupid was I? I laughed at myself; I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"He tied me up in a chair and just made me look at my mother"
  
   One by one each tear fell. And then they all came at once. You tried to hug me but I backed away from you. YOU need to know the truth. Even if it destroys us.

"MY MOTHER. HE MADE ME LOOK AT MY DEAD MOTHER FOR HOURS. HE MADE ME SIT THERE AND LOOK. HE MADE-HE MADE"

I screamed at you. Finally I looked you through my blurry eyes. You grabbed me and wrapped your arms around me and I cried into your shoulder. You kept whispering it's okay and you'll be okay.

But i knew the truth. You knew the truth, but didn't want to believe it. It was inevitable.
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