So, like many others, I felt let down by Season 8.

I wasn't always a fan of GOT until my boyfriend got me into it, and I found myself falling for Daenery's character and her arc in the show, until everything went to shit in the end. Now, I sucked it up for I don't know how long but after this much time, I decided to publish my own fic on what I think should happen after the events of Season 8 as a way to fix the ship that barely sailed.

As if this was needed, obviously there are spoilers for season 8 and the show itself in this. And this will not be a suddenly everything is hunky dorey and we're all a big happy family. There will be pain, loss, and trauma like any GOT fic or show out there. But we'll get more into that on. For now, this is just the intro, and let me know what you think because fuck I miss Dany.

ONE YEAR AFTER THE BATTLE OF KINGS LANDING

Her whole entire body felt like it was on fire.

When Daenerys woke up with a hard gasp, all she could feel was the pain that was in the middle of her chest, streaming throughout her body, to the tips of her fingertips all the way to her toes. And it was that pain that forced her eyes to look down.

There, atop her chest, was a long scar, right on her heart. And just from looking at the, her whole entire body seized up and memories so foul haunted her mind.

You are my queen. Now and always.

Tears start to fall down her cheeks as sobs escape her, but before she could let herself give in to the sadness that was enveloping her body from the betrayal of him, her own mind started to wonder...where in the seven hells was she?

The last thing she remembered, she was in darkness. For who knew how long, and now she was here? With no one around her? Her skin felt real, everything felt...real. So where was she?

Her eyes glance down at her naked form, trying to sail pass the scar on her chest to an even larger one that settled right above her navel down to around her legs. Her mind tried to recollect where a large scar like that would have come from.

Maybe from the war? But out of everything, that seemed the most less likely. She had been on Drogon for a good part of it and no sword or spear could ever reach a height that high. So where had that come from?

Suddenly, the door to where she ripped open. Daenerys grabs the blanket that had been covering her before and she looks around, before her eyes settle on a young woman all in red, with a familiar piece of jewelry.

Her eyes settle on Daenerys, and she bows her head. "My queen. It is a pleasure and a joy to see you finally awake."

Daenerys brow furrows. "Where am I? Who are you?"

"Forgive me." The woman steps forward, her face coming into the light. "My name is Kinvara. I am a Red Priestess here in Meereen who had been watching over you for the past year."

Daenerys felt her eyes widen. "The past year?" she whispers in shock.

Kinvara's brow furrows. "You don't remember anything?"

Daenerys glances down at the scar above her heart. "I remember him killing me," she says bitterly.

Kinvara nods. "Jon Snow." Just the name made her blood boil, but Daenerys held in her hatred and takes a deep breath, looking up at the young woman. "We have heard stories of him from beyond the sea, but is that all you recall?"

Daenerys nods. "That's the last I remember."

"I guess it is my job to inform you then." She walks over to a small closet in the corner of the room and pulls out what looks like a robe. She walks over and gently hands it to Daenerys, who pulls it over her body. "From the moment you were stabbed, you were taken from this world. Drogon took you from Westeros where you were killed and brought you over to Valyria to rest. And you were lucky because, for some unknown reason, he knew I was there on business. What that was, I'll keep that to myself, but I thank the Lord of Light each day for putting me there."

She goes over to the blinds and opens them gently, letting in a little bit of light into the room. Daenerys realizes within seconds they were in some sort of shrine.

"I could tell that he was reaching out for something, and when I saw you dead in his claws, I knew it had to be something regarding your death. So, I brought you back here and performed the same ritual I have done on many but have barely achieved. I performed it on you, and I did not see movement until you finally began to breathe. You were gone, but the Lord of Light brought you back for a reason."

Daenerys looks at her and then outside. Her reasons for living were gone.

"What in the seven hells could he bring me back for?" she suddenly snaps, glaring at her. "What I worked for, for so long, was taken from me, and I barely remember why…I know something happened to me but everything I worked for is gone. What would be the point of me being here? Clearly the person who killed me wanted me gone."

The woman sighs. "I can not give you a straight answer, my queen. I have said this to many people, that everyone is what they are and where they are for a reason. Terrible things happen for a reason. And you are alive for a reason, as well. What the Lord of Light has planned for you, I do not know. I only know it is what it is." She walks forward and then places a hand gently on her stomach. "It could be for what happened while you were unconscious."

Daenerys' brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"You have been unconscious for a year now, my queen. And something happened to you when the Lord of Light brought you back. You were with child."

"…what?"

"And not just one. Two."

Daenerys felt like she would faint. There was no way. Absolutely no possible way that she could have been pregnant. The witch had said to her, everything, but…

"That's impossible…" she whispers, looking at her. "I…I was with child ages ago and lost it to blood magic…the witch said 'when the sun rises in the west, sets in the east. When the seas go dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves.' That's when I would have a child again. There's no possible way."

Kinvara looks at her kindly. "My queen, do you really believe the word of witches when they barely can perform their own rituals themselves without hurting others?" Kinvara places a hand on the woman's arm. "What happened then was for a reason. You were always able to have a child, but the Lord of Light never permitted it until he saw fit. And he did with whom the father is, whomever that may be."

Daenerys looks down at her stomach, seeing the scar, feeling her own mind want to scream. So everything she had thought was just a rubbish lie? "I…then what…"

"While you were unconscious, your babies grew in you while we sustained you with food through a liquid. Once they were ready after regular checks, we cut you open and took them out, bathing them and cleaning them. But then...something happened."

Daenerys brow furrows. "What?"

"One of them disappeared."

This was starting to sound more like a dream than reality. "One…disappeared? Just out of air?"

"Yes. You had a boy and a girl." Twins. "After that, we rested them and fed them until one day, the girl was just gone. I know what you may think, but we have the highest security in any city of all of Essos after you came here. We do not know where they went or what happened. All we know is that the boy is here and the girl is gone."

Daenerys looks at the ground, trying to process what she was saying. She had babies, twins, and one was gone. But the other was here. They were Jon's, that much she knew. A piece of her wanted to reject the very idea that they were his, but knew when would she get another chance like this?

A chance to raise someone and rebuild who she was? Maybe this was the Lord of Light's promise. A gift at a new life.

Daenerys looks outside, and feels herself sigh gently. She looks over at Kinvara, and nods quietly. "May I see my…son, then?"

Kinvara nods and leaves the room. Daenerys looks back outside, trying to see exactly where she was. At a further glance, and at seeing the pyramid in the distance, she realizes she's back in Meereen. Before everything went to shit. Before she went West.

Maybe this was the chance she needed.

At that moment, the door opens again, and she looks over to see Kinvara come in with a little bundle in her arms. Daenerys looks down and then back up at her. "Was the delivery painful?" she asks softly.

"No. Not for you or the little ones. We stitched you up quickly. He's three months."

Daenerys looks down and then gently moves the blanket away from the babes face.

Instantly, she sees the little tufts of dark brown hair and feels her heart sink a little, but the one thing that stops her was the eyes. Little green eyes, just like her own, peering up at her curiously. She strokes his cheek and takes a deep breath.

"I'll leave you two," Kinvara says softly. She goes to the door but then turns around. "Just so you know, we didn't name them. We didn't want to partake in that."

Daenerys smiles and nods at her as she leaves the room, closing the door behind her. She looks back down at the baby and holds him close. "I guess I should thank her for bringing me back. I get to see you."

The baby giggles at her and she instantly feels a part of her warm the darkness that had enveloped her. She strokes his cheek, sighing softly.

"I never thought I would be able to have children," she whispers. "And yet I am blessed with you." She glances outside. "I wonder where your sister might have gone. Will I wake with you disappearing one day as well?" The baby doesn't respond. "I can't miss someone I never met…and yet I do." She strokes his little tufts of hair and sighs. "But I suppose that's a mystery the Gods or the Lord of Light or whoever knows, and I will never find out."

She looks down at him, sighing. In her family, they had traditional names that they would use. Aegon, Aaerys, the ones who took over, and all names in the family meant nothing else. But after the destruction of her past, of who she was herself, a part of her didn't want that anymore. She wanted to just be Daenerys Targaryen, someone reborn. Someone new.

And maybe this was her chance. Which meant it was time for another name to have a light.

"I'll name you…Daemon," she says softly. The baby giggles gently. "Daemon Jahyras Targaryen. And we shall have a great life, you and I...free of betrayals. Free of sadness. You and I…we will rule over here, happy. And you will never have to face the troubles I have gone through. Forever, you shall be protected. As long as I live."

The baby giggles in her arms, and she swallows, holding it close. The gods, or whatever was up there, had given her another chance, for some unknown reason. And for once, she would not let that go. She wouldn't hold to a higher power.

For Daemon. For her new world, her cling onto the old one.

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