"Hey! Old man, wake the fuck up! HEY!"

The Old God of Westeros opened his eyes, staring at the figure of the Warrior standing before him.

"What is it you twit? I was sleeping." He said, and the Warrior snorted.

"No duh. That's all you Old Gods ever do. No wonder the Starks are the only ones who pray to you." He replied, and the Old God rolled his eyes.

"The Starks are an honorable family. Who worships you new gods again? Ah yes, now I remember. The fucking Lannisters. Dishonorable cunts except for Jamie and Tyrion. And need I remind of your servant The High Sparrow?" He asked, and the Warrior winced. The High Sparrow was a lunatic, who should never have been allowed to gain as much power as he had. Honestly, what kind of god's did the man think he and the rest of the Seven were? They were most certainly not the 'carve our sigil into your forehead and have women walk naked through the streets' type of god's thank you very much!

"Now what do you want?" The Old God asked.

"To fix the mistake that was just made in the world of men." He replied, and the Old God rolled his eyes again.

"You know we do not interfere in the-"

"The Prince just murdered The Dragon Queen." The Warrior said, and the Old God's eyes widened.

"No. That can't be right. They were to rule together, to bring about a golden age of peace in the Seven Kingdoms."

"I know that you twat. But thanks to the idiocy of some of our other subjects, namely the Red Wolf, and the Spider, the Prince has killed the Dragon Queen and we are left with the Three-Eyed Raven, who need I remind you was to be key advisor to the Prince and the Dragon Queen, on the throne of Westeros. Well, except for the North. The Red Wolf declared the North an independent kingdom, which she now rules as Queen."

"While I get the North becoming independent, the rest of what you just said is a complete fucking disaster!" The Old God shouted, and The Warrior shook his head.

"Clearly. Now, I suggest that we act like the Gods we are and fix it!"

"For once you and I agree on something. Vey well. The New and the Old Gods will work to fix this."

Jon Snow opened his eyes, preparing for another day. Another day of helping Tormund and the rest of the Free Folk build their home north of Castle Black. Another day of trying to work until he passed out from exhaustion. That was the only time he didn't dream. The only time he didn't dream of Daenerys Targaryen, of the knife that he drove into her could still see the shock in her eyes as he had betrayed her. He had kissed her, proclaimed that she was and always would be his Queen, and then he had killed her. A part of him said that he had been given no choice, that once Daenerys had burned Kings Landing she couldn't be saved. And to a degree her words had proven that. But a larger part of him couldn't help but wonder….If he had called her his Queen and kissed her, if he had not taken her life, could he have brought her back from the madness that had taken hold after the death of her oldest friend and two of her dragon's? After his own rejection? After Varys had betrayed her by penning a letter to the realm about Jon's true heritage? Could he have saved her?

"Jon?"

Jon looked up, mouth dropping open in shock. He was no longer in the tent that he had called home for the past several months. He was once more on Dragonstone, looking into the eyes of the woman he loved. The eyes of his Queen. But it had not been she who had spoken. It had been Tyrion Lannister, a Tyrion Lannister who still wore the badge of office that signified him as Hand of the Queen. Davos and Jorah were beside him, with Missandei standing in her usual place to the left of Daenerys.

"Yes Tyrion?"

"The Lord Hand was just asking if you were still with us. You seemed distracted." Davos said, and Jon shook his head.

"No. I'm fine. My apologies."

"No need to apologize. But perhaps it is time we took a break. We could all use some rest." Daenerys said.

One by one her advisor's filed out of the room, until Jon was the only one left with the Queen. He made to leave as well, stopping at the sound of her voice.

"Hold a moment."

He froze, turning to face her, only to find that she had walked around the table and was now close enough for him to touch. He wanted so desperately to pull her into his arms, to kiss her and assure himself that this was not another of his dreams that would end with him holding her dead body in his arms. However, her glare pinned his arms to his sides, and her words turned his heart to ice.

"You killed me."

A/N: So this is my response to the GOT series finale! Cause while I still believe Game of Thrones is one of the greatest shows ever, what they did with Daenerys just hurts. I know that Tyrion's explanation about Daenerys killing evil men made sense, but that fact remains that they were EVIL. So yeah, Jon and Daenerys will get their happy ending in this fic. In my heart, they were meant to rule together!