Targaryen Dynasty

I Hope You Are Proud

No matter how many times he was walking down these corridors, he always felt uninvited here. The coldness of the stone was broken each time he crossed a lit torches, that gave a little bit of comfort and warm while you were passing through those dim-litted hallways. Eddard did not like anyone snooping around down here, so all of young stark children loved playing there even more since he could remember, but not him. He felt like and intruder here and now he knew exactly what was the reason of those feelings he felt since he was a little child. But this night, something dragged him here, yet he could not understand what it was.
Jon slipped out of the dining hall in which all the survivors of the Long Night were celebrating the end of Night King, who was struck down by Arya when everyone thought that all is lost. He was enjoying the company of northeners and freefolk especially, but the tension between him and Daenerys with her advisors mixed up with alcohol intoxication was getting uncomfortable for him, so he decided to leave when everyone else was still partying like there was no tomorrow. They won, at great cost that's for sure, but still, they won. He was planning on going to his chambers to get some rest, but the moment he left the great hall, he felt sudden urge to visit Stark crypts, the urge he never experienced in his life before.
Now he was walking through the crypts, looking carefully under his feet, cause the place was still a mess from when Night King raised the wights. Everything was in complete ruin, the statues of all his Stark ancestors were either broken or covered in blood of people that decided to hide here during the battle. What a stupid decision it was, to chose this place as a shelter, but at the same time, was anything, or anyone safe during this night? Jon quickly shook off these thoughts, and continued forward. He knew exactly what he was looking for now, yet he was afraid of what he will find. After taking another turn and litting the last torch in the hallway he finally saw her. And him.
There were only two statues and graves that were untouched. Statues of his uncle Ned, and his mother, Lyanna.
Jon could not help but smile. He stood in front of the statue of the man that raised him, taught him what honor is, and gave him the fatherly love whenever he could, even if it was a reason of many arguments with his wife, Catelyn. "He really does not look like him at all" he thought to himself and lit the candles that were placed on his grave. He slowly turned his head towards the second grave, the one that was his sole reason of coming down here. Grave of his mother, Lyanna Stark.
Jon looked directly in stone-cold eyes of his mother, trying to find any resemblance of him in her face. He knew it was pointless, but at the same time he hoped that he will find something that will surely tell him that Sam was not lying. That he is, in fact, son of Lyanna Stark, and it is indeed his mother's grave. He touched the cheek of the statue, like he was looking for any, even shallow feeling of warm, that he so desperately yearned for since he was a child. The motherly love. The feeling he was not given in slightest, always being reminded that he is a bastard son, and for Catelyn he is as much as piece of trash.
He lit the candles at his mother grave as well, and took a step back. Ever since he learned about his true family, a new kind of pain found its way into Jon's heart. He never knew his mother, he did not knew if she was even alive, but at the same time somewhere deep in his heart, he hoped that he will someday meet her, even if by accident. But now he knew, that she is dead. She died giving birth to him, offering him life which turned up being full of misery, and humiliation he suffered being covered as bastard son of Ned Stark. The irony of that was so bitter, that it almost made him laugh.
Suddenly, he felt the tears gathering up in his eyes, but he did his best to control himself. He wanted to tell them both everything that happened to him, everything that he'd been through, every little thing that led him to this moment. To being called King in the North. To being called the saviour of humanity, Prince that was Promised and the shield that guards the realms of man. He wanted to tell them about the struggles he had to face, he wanted to argue, to even yell at them for leaving him alone in this world, without even knowing who he really was. He wanted to tell them about Ygritte, how it hurt him to lose her, and finally.. He wanted to tell them about Daenerys, and especially his feelings for her,a feelings that he should not feel.
 He wanted all of those things, and he could not get any of them. So instead he dropped to his knees between the two graves that held the remains of the woman that brought him into this world, and the man that sacrificed the most important thing to him, just to keep Jon safe.
"Mother, Father. I did it. I've managed to keep the rest of us safe. I hope you are proud" he said and just let the tears flow from his eyes.

Daenerys was sitting at the table that was prepared specially for her and her advisors, and she was getting more and more uneasy with each minute that passed. People were talking, laughing, playing drinking games, but she was the only one who felt.. left out. Even her advisors, the people that were southerners as well were having fun, but not her. People sometimes toasted her, to which she only smiled and nodded before going back to blankly staring at the people in the great hall. Sometimes she looked towards Jon, who was having fun as well, drinking with Tormund and laughing at his silly jokes. That was yet another reason of the way she felt. No matter how hard she tried, she could not stop thinking about the thing Jon told her just moments before the battle begun. "I am a son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. My name is Aegon Targaryen."
To say that it was quite a shock for her would be the understatement. It took her breath away, and she felt like she was going to collapse. Throughout her entire life, she had one goal. The Iron Throne. And when she was finally getting close to making that dream come true.. it all fall apart in an instant.
She was angry at herself for not getting a hint much earlier. Who normal would approach a dragon without a second thought? Why exactly would Rhaegal accept him as his rider? Daenerys was joking when she said that he should get on him, but instead of him laughing, she saw him actually trying to do the thing, which he did like it was his second nature.
How the hell did she not see that before? Did her feelings towards him cloud her judgement that much?
My feelings. She thought, and wondered. What should they do now exactly, what should SHE do now? Jon had a higher claim to the throne than hers, but after the initial shock.. She didn't really care. She slightly hoped for them to stay together after all, and that would make him her king either way. But since the battle was won.. Jon was avoiding her at all cost. When they were burning the pyres in the morning, he didn't even look at her, and she really hoped that he will be by her side, to give her some encouragement, or at least a feeling of safety that she always felt being around him. But there was nothing. She was looking for him the entire day after that but he was always busy, their eyes met for the first time at the feast, and he looked away almost instantly.
After an hour or two passed, he made his way out of the hall, so she decided to go after him, making an excuse of being tired, but in reality all she wanted was to speak with him, to at least clarify the situation they were in. She was scared of what she could hear, but at the same time she could not stand this silence between them, a thing that never occured before ever since they first met.
The guards hestitantly pointed her towards the crypts, and they were not really keen on letting her through. This place was almost sacred to Starks, and she, being a Targaryen could go there only in company of someone from their house. "We can't let you through your grace, please forgive us." one of the soldiers standing guard said. "I know exactly why soldier, but I really wish you could make an expection this time. I want to keep company to your king, I'm sure he will not mind." she said in her queen-like tone, to which the second guard sighed. "Let her go Edward, if it wasn't for her we would not be alive right now. I think we owe her at least that" he said, and second guard nodded with defeated expression. Daenerys smiled in response, and started climbing down towards the cold hallways.
She looked around to see the crypt in total mayhem. The scent of blood was still fresh, so she covered her nose and kept moving forward following the path of lit torches, looking for a man that was on her mind throughout the entire evening. Finally after taking the last turn she saw him. Kneeling down next to the grave of his mother, and sobbing quietly, yet loud enough for her to hear it. Daenerys felt her heart drop, and she had to fight with herself to not rush towards him and offer him some comfort. She had never seen him in that state, and it was just painful for her to watch, but at the same time she was stopping herself in taking any action. Something deep inside her was telling her that this is not the right time, and that she will only make things worse for him. She turned around and started making her way towards the exit of the crypt, not even trying to keep her tears from falling down her cheeks.

A/m
Hey guys. So yeah, i'm in kind of a deadlock with Last Dragons so I decided to do another story, that will be focused on well, making things right you could say? I'm planning on fixing every stupid mistake screenwriters did, and replacing it with something that actually makes sense to me, and the majority of the audience. I spent the last 2 months on gathering info, planning the story, watching the show again and comparing fans vision of season 8 before it was released, and I think that I'm going to make something good out of it. Give me some feedback, it's much appreciated.

I know that this chapter may seem dull, but it's kind of a prologue to what will happen next.
Another chapter should be up tomorrow, or maybe the day after.
Cya guys and gals.