22 Years, Dany thought. 22 years since I last stepped foot in this country. 22 years since the usurper ripped me from my family. 22 years since Daenerys Stormborn was brought into this world. I will take back what is mine; with Fire & Blood.

Daenerys was returning to her homeland not the weak little girl that was married off to Khal Drogo but the Dragon Queen who was the breaker of chains, the Khalessi of the Great Grass Sea, the Mother of Dragons.

Dany stepped foot inside of Dragonstone and she instantly felt a connection with the old castle. Her family had lived in this castle for generations until the usurper and his dogs stole it away from her. She touched some of the statues of dragons that were scattered around Dragonstone. Her own dragons were flying around the surrounding castles, enjoying the fact that they too were now home.

She walked into the throne room with Tyrion, Missandei, Varys & all the other allies she had gathered. She walked up the steps and sat down on the throne. She thought back to others who had sat before her. My brother, Rhaegar. He was the Prince of Dragonstone. I will avenge our family, brother. Dany looked to her right and asked her Hand 'Shall we begin?'

The next few hours were spent informing Daenerys of the current events in Westeros. Varys' little birds were well informed and soon they had a clear picture of what they were facing from Cersei Lannister.

'Good. I think we're ready to take back my throne' Dany told her small counsel.

'I have heard some troubling news from the North, Your Grace' Varys told Dany. She motioned for him to continue. 'Ramsey Bolton has been defeated at Winterfell and killed by Jon Snow & Sansa Stark'.

'How is that troubling news?' Yara Greyjoy asked. 'The world is a better place with that fucker dead'.

'Indeed however, the northern lords have rallied around Ned Starks bastard. They've declared this Jon Snow the King in the North'.

Dany sighed but her face was pure rage. 'Another pretender taking what is rightfully mine? What do you suggest Lord Tyrion?'

'Jon Snow is the King in the North? How can that be? He took the black. If he's the King then he's an oath breaker and considering his father was the most honourable man I've met, I highly doubt it. I met the boy and his resemblance to his father is uncanny' Tyrion said.

'Well that's where the details become a bit perplexing. He rose to the position of Lord Commander of the Nights Watch but some of his decisions didn't go down well with some of the Nights Watch. It seems he was betrayed by his own brothers of the Night's Watch for bringing wildlings south of the Wall. He was stabbed multiple times in the chest before a young boy stabbed him in the heart. A red priestess then resurrected him and proclaimed him as the prince who was promised. His fulfilled his oath when he was killed. However I do not trust this red priestess. I highly doubt these rumours are true' Varys told everyone.

'It can't be true. The north is a dreary place. They must have made up this to keep themselves entertained' Tyrion decleared.

'Well then, there's only one course we can take. We need to hear the tale from Jon Snow's mouth. Summon Lord Snow to come to Dragonstone and tell him his Queen commands him to bend the knee' Dany ordered Tyrion. She was somewhat intrigued at the story of this Jon Snow. He seemed a man that Dany had to meet herself. Another red priestess had claimed that Dany was the prince/princess that was promised, hence she wanted to meet the other claimant of the title. He's also the son of one of the usurpers dogs. My first step of avenging my family will begin soon.

'He's a bastard. How did the lords of the north choose him to be their King?' Tyrion asked.

'They had heard of his legendary status as a swordsman and at the Battle of the Bastards, they witnessed it. They saw what he did in battle and how he led his men. He earned the respect of his people and through Sansa Stark he also has the support of the Vale. The Frey's have been slaughtered so if Edmure Tully returns to Riverrun and support his neice, he will also have the support of Riverlands. He will control more than half of the seven kingdoms in terms of land' Varys informed them all. 'The riverlands are still questionable because apparently Edmure Tully is still in the dungeons at the Twins'.

Dany hated only the Lannisters minus Tyrion more than this Jon Snow. How dare he take what is rightfully mine. I am the Last Dragon and I will take what's mine.

They had received a raven from Dragonstone demanding that Jon go to Dragonstone and bend the knee to the Dragon Queen. Naturally, Jon & Sansa dismissed her request just like they did when Cersei demanded the exact same thing.

Jon had spent the day thinking about this Dragon Queen. He had heard of the stories about her and it was stuff from legends, however he knew she had dragons and dragon fire would be vital in the war to come. He requested Ser Davos and Sansa to the solar to discuss his change of heart.

'Sansa, I know I said I wouldn't go to Dragonstone, but we need allies. We need her dragons' Jon said.

'Aye, your grace. I wouldn't recommend it but what choice do we have?' Ser Davos responded.

'Why would you go there? Do you not remember what her father did to our uncle? To our grandfather!' Sansa said angrily.

'Of course not!' he said heatedly. 'But you have not seen the army of the dead. You have not seen the night king. We can't afford to be fighting meaningless battles in the south when the real enemy lies north. I need her. We need her'.

'She can't be trusted. Surely you can see this, brother?' Sansa asked.

'Sansa, what would you have me do? Winter is coming and the dead come with it' Jon said with an increasing amount of anger. Why couldn't she understand? He clenched his hand and tried to control his anger at his younger sister but he knew she feared for him. Considering their relationship when they were children, Jon was just happy she cared for him now.

'You're the King in the North; you should be in the North' she responded.

Jon turned to Davos and said 'you're being unusually quiet. What do you think?'

'As your hand, I would not advise you to do meet this Dragon Queen in normal circumstances. However, these are not normal circumstances. You say fire kills the dead? Dragons produce fire' Davos told Jon & Sansa. Jon nodded at him and it was decided that they would accept Queen Daenerys' invitation. He left the room leaving just Jon & Sansa.

'Nothing good befalls Starks who travel south' Sansa exclaimed, still trying to persuade Jon that meeting with the Dragon Queen was a bad idea.

Jon stood up and walked over to her. He sat down next to her and moved his chair so it was facing her. He looked at her for a few seconds before he said his next words. He needed to assure her that he'll be fine but he wasn't sure how. Therefore, he instead decided to reply to her statement. 'I'm not a Stark' he declared.

'You are to me' she whispered. Sansa looked into Jon's eyes for a few moments before jumping out of her chair and into Jon's arms. He held her tightly, just like he did when they were reunited. 'Don't you dare die' she whispered into his ear.

'I'll come back to you. I promise. We're the last Starks. We need each other' he told her, deciding to humour her and say he was a Stark even though he knew he wasn't.

Sansa nodded in agreement and then withdrew from Jon. She turned around and was about to leave when Jon said 'the North is yours whilst I'm away. There's no-one I trust more'. He gave her a small smile. Sansa gave him a wide smile at his words. 'You know how to play the game far better than I do. Get your revenge but make sure we keep the support from the Vale'. Sansa nodded before leaving.

That evening, Jon told all the northern lords of his intentions. Naturally, they were not pleased but he put his foot down. It took a few days until Jon was ready to leave with Ser Davos and a few other northerners.

There was a knock on the door of Jon's chambers on the morning that he was to depart. 'Enter' he said loudly.

One of Winterfell's guards entered his room out of breath. He had run from the entrance of the castle to Jon's chambers. 'Your grace, it's…it's your brother. He's here'. Jon's head snapped backwards towards the guard. Jon's face conveyed a look of shock and disbelief. He rushed out of his room and ran outside as quickly as possible. When he got outside, he froze as he saw his little brother for the first time in years.

Sansa was already there and was hugging Bran but he didn't visibly react. Something's wrong Jon thought. He walked briskly over to Bran where he saw that he was accompanied by a female companion. He looked at her and she quickly introduced herself. 'I'm Meera Reed Your Grace, Lady Stark'.

Jon nodded and smiled at her. 'Thank you for bringing our brother home, my lady'. Once Sansa had finally removed herself from Bran, Jon fell to his knees and hugged his brother. 'I've missed you, Bran'. Bran once again didn't respond and it began to worry both Jon and Sansa.

'I need to speak to you, Jon'.