he didn’t know how he had ever trusted her. before, jon had believed daenerys would have been the one. the one to lead westeros out of a place of misery and heartache - the one to make sure it prospered, just like it did in the years of their ancestors, but now.. well, now, he knew the truth. he knew she was nothing but a tyrant and he knew the world had been much better off after he had killed her, especially since bran had taken the throne. it wasn’t like he’d tell her that, though, for the sake of his brother, should he ever show up in requiem. as of now, jon hoped he didn’t. bran was much better off in westeros, away from tyrants like daenerys and.. he didn’t want for him to be hurt. none of them, especially not because of him, considering he had been the one to do the mistake of trusting daenerys in the first place, even against sansa’s advice.
“you’re unbelievable. i trusted you. i brought you into my home, i pledged to fight for you and.. in the end, you betrayed me. you became the person you swore to me you weren’t. a tyrant, a mad woman, just like your father.” he shakes his head in disappointment, thinking that.. it was because of people like her, because of his grandfather, that people believed all of the targaryens were mad. maybe.. maybe he even was, but.. as of now, jon couldn’t bring himself to care less. he sighed, because.. she really didn’t get the point, did she? the point wasn’t that she had executed people - jon had done that himself, any great ruler had, but.. she had murdered children. innocent children, who had never gotten the chance to live. how would she explain that? “daenerys, that.. that’s not the point. you murdered children. innocent children, who had nothing to do with the throne you wanted. doesn’t that make you feel bad? doesn’t that make you not sleep at night? because if it doesn’t, you’re truly a monster.”
still, even against this own impulses, he decided to tell her. “my brother bran is king now. as you now, he’s the three-eyed raven. he’s leading a personal hunt for drogon himself, in order to execute him. he won’t last much longer, if he’s even still alive, as we speak.” he lowered his head for a moment, before sighing. “the starks are my family, yes. i never wanted.. i never wished to be a targaryen. your brother, though.. he’s nice. he should have survived. i expected him to be more like you, but.. he’s not. he’s a good man. eventually, i’ll tell him who i am. until then, i’d appreciate it if you kept it to yourself. he’s here, my mother too and.. they deserve to be happy, after everything they went through.” he shook his head for a moment. “viserys? i wouldn’t worry too much. the gods wouldn’t be cruel enough to bring back someone like him.” jon had heard all about him - the beggar kind, the mad king and frankly.. he was better off dead.
(¸.• ♛ → “Are you even listening?” She couldn’t help but snap when he said about her killing those people and if she regretted that, she said that before here just a few seconds ago and that she didn’t regret executing people because those that she executed, well, they were traitors but then what she did about the death of innocent, that’s the only thing she regrets but apparantly he wasn’t listening or he prefers not to. “I said that I did, of course I regret that but that I don’t regret executed those that betrayed me, you only hear what you want but that wasn’t me, I’m not like that, I don’t know what came over me because I was someone different that didn’t want to follow her dad footsteps but look how I ended up. I’m not excusing myself though, I own what I did and I’m going to live with that or live until I die again, who knows, maybe you will get rid of me soon enough, we are not sure how I’m alive in the first place.” And it makes her angry in a way, not knowing things were something she didn’t like.
A sigh escaped from her lips. “Why are you even telling me this? I don’t care who is the one sitting on the throne, since I’m here I don’t care much about that anymore, if you want to hurt me by telling me that or about Drogon, you won’t. I trust my dragon, I raised him and I know how smart he is.” Because he was, he saved her a lot of times even if she didn’t ask for help but he was there all times. “You betrayed me by telling that when you knew what was going to happen. But fine, I won’t.” She begged that time for him not to tell anyone but he had to of course and his sister tell Tyrion and he told Varys about that, that’s why he decided to betray her and change everything, that made her paranoid. However, she wasn’t him and is not like she cares much about this anymore so...it doesn’t matter. “Oh, I wouldn’t be sure. Don’t talk as you know him though, I lived with him, you just heard some stories.” Because everyone did but they didn’t know how her brother was truly, she lived hell when she was with him and his death was something that she wasn’t going to regret. “Anyway, like I said, I’m going to have to live with what I did but I’m going to try and start over until I’m gone again, this place is not bad and this change helps a lot.”
