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Dany refused to face Tyrion.

No matter how much their commanders recommended they try and sentence the man, she refused to see him. Instead, she suggested they wait until they got to Kings Landing and give the people justice. To most, it appeared that she was being politically savvy.

But he knew better.

Besides his own, Tyrion's betrayal had hurt her the most. She had seen the man as an older brother, a beloved friend. Seeing him now would only bring the pain back to her.

But that did not stop her from carrying out the punishment.

She had told him of what her first husband had done to the man that had tried to poison her and he had agreed as long as the Tyrion stayed alive. So as they marched one of her Dothraki riders made Tyrion walk behind the horse until he passed out and then and only then would he be placed on a horse until he was once again able to walk. He assumed many would oppose but none dared to say a thing, almost as if they too believed Tyrion deserved it.

They are on their way to the ruins of Summerhall, where Kinvara had sent word she would meet them.

He has spoken to his wife about his confrontation with Bran, about the words they had all heard. But each time he does he sees panic and fear in her eyes which she tries her best to hide. She simply tells him that it is best to wait to speak with Kinvara before jumping to conclusions.

Drogon roars above them as he lands to let Daenerys dismount. Her Dothraki immediately ride towards her with her mount and soon she is at his side.

"Anything?" he asks.

"No," she answers. "We should have no problem camping around the ruins."

He nods before barking out orders and watching their armies march on towards the ruins of Summerhall. He feels Ghost approach them, both Lyanna and Jaehaerys on his back, keeping his children safe. He gently holds out Rhaegar and hands him over to his mother.

Since the battle one of them has stayed with their children at all times. They trusted their people but they had seen the power Bran now possessed and knew they were the only ones that could not be controlled. Arya had been sent to the Stormlands to speak with Gendry while Davos had been sent to Dragonstone with Greyworm to recover their castle.

For the first time since they were found up North, he and Daenerys were alone.

Together they ride towards where their tent was already pitched and there awaiting them is Kinvara.

"My Queen, my King," she says with a bow as he dismounts his horse before walking towards Daenerys and helping her dismount without hurting her recovering wound. He then moves towards Ghost to lift both Lyanna and Jaehaerys off of him.

"We have much to discuss Kinvara," Daenerys says holding Rhaegar close.

"You are right, my Queen," the priestess answers and they all follow her into their tent. Dany lays Rhaegar into his crib and Jae goes to his cot to lay down to rest.

He sighs at the sight. He remembers how much Lya struggled with the trauma after the attack on her and his son seems to be struggling just as much. The cut on his throat was not deep nor had damaged his voice. However, just like his sister, he refused to talk and it was only when he screamed in his nightmares that they heard his voice these days.

"Papa? May I go?" Lyanna calls out, drawing his attention. He knows he's been holding her back and not letting her leave their side. She's tired of it, he can tell, but he cannot fight the fear that engulfs him at the thought of her being out of his sight. He turns his head to look at his wife who gives him a reluctant nod most likely feeling the same as him but knowing they cannot keep their daughter like this.

"You may go out Lya, but make sure that Ghost stays at your side," he says and soon he feels two small arms wrapping around him.

"Thank you!" she says happily, before doing the same to Dany and leaving the tent.

"You are worried about your children," Kinvara states, and he can't help but let out a tired sigh.

"Aye," he accepts. "This is twice that that thing has managed to hurt them. And this time he tells us he is after the songs of ice and fire."

He immediately notices the change in the priestess's demeanor. Kinvara approaches the fire and stares into it making it somehow grow without even touching it. He no longer questions it, having accepted the power she possessed and the fact that he would not understand.

"The prince that was promised born amidst salt and smoke, beneath a bleeding star," she says ominously. "Many have believed themselves to be the one to deliver the world from darkness, including your father Rhaegar who was born on these very banks as many cried salted tears as most of the Targaryen family burned within the castle."

The priestess stands to look at them both.

"In Essos we believed it might be the Queen, for she was reborn the day her dragons were born amidst her tears and the burning fires of her husband's pyre," the priestess explains. "But something was missing, a piece of that prophecy that made Rhaegar realize it was not him. He read a text claiming the prince that was promised shall have a song…"

"A song of ice and fire," Dany finishes. "I saw him, at the House of the Undying. I saw him with Elia and claiming his son Aegon would have a song of ice and fire," she reveals.

"And he was right. However he had the wrong Aegon," she says looking at him directly. "You too were born amidst salt and smoke. The tears of your mother and the burning tower your uncle burned once she had died. You are ice through your mother and fire through your father. You, my King, are the Song of Ice and Fire, the prince that was promised."

He doesn't know what to say, trying his best to process what the priestess is saying. Everything that happened since his great grandfather, the marriage of Aerys and Rhaella, the burning of the Targaryen family, the birth of his father, the marriage of his parents, the Rebellion, the death of everyone including Dany and his daughter was all because of him. He finds the nearest chair and collapses on it completely overwhelmed by it all. He feels Dany's hand upon his back trying to offer some comfort.

"If my husband is the prince that was promised, why is Bran, or whatever he is now trying to kill our children?" Dany asks as he tries to collect himself.

"He never saw Aegon accept his Targaryen heritage, to him he is ice and you are fire. That was why you and your child needed to die and Aegon sent to the Wall. Now that the children exist, he believes they are his only threat," the priestess explains. "You have been doing well keeping your children close to you."

"She hates it," he speaks. "Not being able to be free. Jae does not talk. Rhaegar doesn't sleep through the night…. All of this is my fault."

"Aegon…" Dany tries to speak but he shakes his head to stop her.

"I should have killed him. I should have ignored him, Sansa, Sam, Tyrion," he lists.

"Sansa is dead. Sam is dead. There is no need to keep torturing yourself with the past. We will end both Bran and Tyrion, soon enough," his wife reminds him.

"But how? We saw how easy it was for Bran to get to our children," he asks.

They both turn to Kinvara who looks at them with a look of pride.

"Azor Ahai defeated the Great Other using his sword Lightbringer," Kinvara says calmly.

He tenses, remembering exactly what happened in that legend.

"No! No, I will never do that again!" he exclaims.

Dany grasps onto his hand and tries to calm him.

"You will not need to my King. You have already done so and there is no need to make that sacrifice again," the priestess says again, before reaching into her robe and removing a blade.

The blade.

Dany tenses next to him, recognizing the blade just as he did.

"Your cousin is bringing a very talented blacksmith with her. Have him forge this blade into your own, using not only the Queen's blood but her dragon's fire. Then and only then will you have Lightbringer," Kinvara explains and he readies himself to refuse.

He feels a tug suddenly, a deep bond warning him of danger. He bolts out of his seat and tent following the pull of the bond.

Please let her be alright.