A Song of Ice and Fire Season 8
Author's Note : This is my take on what will happen for season 8 of the HBO show Game of Thrones, I do not own any of this and this is my first attempt at fanfiction, let me know if you would like me to continue
Chapter 1
It was cold on the ship that made its way to White Harbor. Despite all the furs and blankets, Dany shivered a little as she gazed out the window, and then back to her bed companion.
He lay there still, save for his breathing and mostly uncovered with no sign of being cold at all. Jon Snow. The King in the North. She was reminded that this man next to her truly was from a world very different than her own.
It had taken her by surprise when she heard the knock on her door last night. She hadn't expected to see him standing there looking so full of emotion. No words were spoken as she allowed him to enter and none had been spoken since.
She gazed upon him once more and noticed again all the scars upon his body. Not a figure of speech after all. Who is this Jon Snow?
When he proclaimed his loyalty for her in the Dragonpit yesterday her heart both soared and sank. Such honor these days was a rare find, and yet it had almost cost them the aide of the Queen in the South.
They left with her promise to help in the Great War and yet, she couldn't help but wonder, what exactly did Tyrion say to her to change her mind?
This trip to the west was not going according to plan, but then again when had anything gone to plan?
She looked back once more and saw him gazing at her with half open eyes.
"I didn't expect you to be awake before me, I'm usually the early riser" he spoke softly at her from his position laying down.
"I am a Queen. There are many things on my mind "she replied, meeting his gaze with a soft smile.
He lay there silent as his eyes opened wider and he stared at the ceiling.
She could tell by the look on his face that he too had many thoughts swirling around in his head.
"How did you survive the knife to the heart?" she asked as she lightly touched the scar on his chest.
He was quiet for a moment before he responded "I didn't"
She arched an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.
"The Red Woman, Melisandre, brought me back after my brothers in the Nights Watch murdered me for treason," He paused
"After I saw the Night King and his army, I realized that the Free Folk, men and women we were sworn to keep north of the Wall could only be added to his army if we left them up there."
They were both instantly reminded of the large mass of dead they had both come in contact with only a few days before.
"You're not the first one to have trouble believing in the Night King, it's the kind of thing you need to see for yourself to really believe" he echoed her own words from the day he had decided to bend the knee.
She was no stranger to rebirth or surviving things that others would die from and yet to hear him speak of his own resurrection was still somewhat of a shock.
"Melisandre came to me when I first arrived on Dragonstone. She told me I should summon you, and to speak with you."
They locked eyes for a moment that seemed to go on much longer than it actually did and Jon briefly looked surprised.
"When I came to Westeros, I never dreamed I'd be fighting against an undead army and that I would lose one of my Dragons to the Night King, or to anyone else for that matter."
She paused.
"I wonder how many others have been returned by this Melisandre?" She wondered outloud
"To my knowledge, I was her first" Jon replied and then continued " Beric Dondarrion was returned more than five times by Thoros of Myr, but he was no Priest"
Death, life, and the return to life from death. It seemed like it was happening everywhere and yet, Jon Snow was not like the undead. He was still human.
"It seems it is both of our destinies to fight in this war."
A knock came suddenly on her door and she briefly worried over anyone seeing her with the King in the North lying in her bed.
His thoughts seemed to be mirroring her own as he looked towards the door and then back at her.
No matter, as a Queen she could do as she pleased and everyone around her would do well to remember it.
She pulled the furs on the bed up to cover herself and said, "come in."
The door opened and in walked her Hand.
He looked at her for a moment with confidence and then his eyes darted towards Jon. A flash of hurt and embarrassment appeared on his face as he glanced down, but his composure was quickly regained as he made eye contact with Daenarys once more.
"My Queen, a raven has arrived" He said matter of factly.
Dany wondered how a raven could find them on the water, but she reached out her hand to accept it wordlessly.
"It's addressed to you" she turned to look at Jon and handed him the piece of paper.
His eyes were even more dark and broody than before, surely wondering how this letter had arrived, and who it was from.
The Direwolf sigil was stamped on the outside and in that moment he knew it had come from Winterfell.
He read out loud,
"Dear Jon,
The wall is down. The Night King rides the back of an Ice Dragon. The dead are marching this way.
Get home soon.
-Bran"
Everyone sat in shocked silence as they absorbed the information.
Jon immediately threw off the covers and began dressing with no regard for Tyrion in the room. It appeared as though Tyrion was too busy thinking about what they were heading towards to notice, lost in his own thoughts.
"We need to tell everyone right away." He looked at Daenarys seriously and she simply nodded.
As Tyrion left to gather everyone in the main meeting room, Jon finished dressing and spared her one last look that was filled with emotion but then marched out, no doubt to begin planning.
She couldn't believe her child, Viserion was now a member of the Night King's army. It hurt her to think of him being defiled that way and used as a pawn in this war, her sweet child. It almost brought tears to her eyes as this was even worse than death. At least in death he could have felt some kind of peace.
She was upset.
Angry.
The Night King would get what he deserved. She would bring him Fire and Blood.