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Dany leaned against the wall next to the window overlooking the shores of Dragonstone, watching the waves crash down onto the rocks below as her fingers brushed the material of her dress above her heart. While the scar tissue couldn't be felt through her clothing, she still knew it was there. She had cried the first time she looked at the scar on her chest, and avoided looking at it ever since.
It had been almost a moon since was resurrected. She didn't like that word - resurrected - and she avoided using it if she could. Being resurrected meant she had died, and it was far too painful to think about that so soon after what Jon had done.
When she first woke up in her chambers at Dragonstone, she was confused, and felt strange and cold. The first face she saw was Grey Worm's, and he explained that Drogon had flown here after her death, where a red priestess named Kinvara was waiting. Apparently the red priestess had seen a vision of some kind, and knew she had to be at Dragonstone after the Last War. It sounded a bit strange to Dany, but after all she had seen, she wasn't going to question it.
Kinvara had contacted Grey Worm in King's Landing and told him where Dany was and that she should be waking soon, and so he, along with some of the Unsullied, made their way to the island. The rest of the Unsullied stayed back to guard King's Landing, which was still under their command, for now.
Grey Worm had arrived at Dragonstone a day before Dany woke up properly, and stayed by her bedside until she opened her eyes. The first thing that Dany mumbled when she woke up was about her daughter. Grey Worm assured her that he had been informed that the child was safe, but Dany didn't really believe him. Only time would tell her the truth.
It took less than a day for Dany to feel physically recovered from what had happened, though she was doubtful she would ever recover mentally. It felt odd as she walked around the castle of Dragonstone after waking up. It was like she was unwelcome in her own home; a ghost creating moments in time that should never exist. She had wanted to speak with Kinvara, but Grey Worm told her that the red priestess departed as soon as he and the Unsullied arrived, despite his attempts to get her to stay.
Eventually, Dany asked Grey Worm about Tyrion and Jon, and he told her they were prisoners of the Unsullied in King's Landing, awaiting a trial. There was to be a meeting in the city soon, with all the high lords and ladies of the realm in attendance, and Tyrion and Jon's fates would be decided, among other things. Dany felt quite numb towards the whole thing. Every time she thought about Jon, her heart ached, but not in a good way. She felt torn between wanting him dead immediately, and wanting to speak with him first, to ask him if it was worth it.
When she learnt Yara Greyjoy would be at the meeting, she asked Grey Worm to go and speak with her once she arrived. If he suspected Yara would still be loyal to Dany, he was to bring her back to Dragonstone before the meeting. While the thought of trusting someone again made her feel sick, she tried to remind herself that she needed some allies, and that being completely alone would do her no good. After all, not everyone would stab her in the heart, or so she hoped.
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It turned out that Yara was still loyal to Daenerys. After Grey Worm had gone to speak with her in King's Landing, he returned with her several days later, and Dany found a little bit of hope that she thought was lost forever.
Despite Dany showing no desire to take King's Landing again any time soon, Yara still swore allegiance to her, and said that the Ironborn would always follow her, no matter what she decided to do in the future.
During one of their conversations in Dany's chambers, Yara asked what she wanted to happen to the traitors in King's Landing.
"I don't care what happens to Tyrion," Dany replied quietly. "But Jon..." She placed her hands over the small bump on her stomach. "He deserves to know what he did. To know what he truly did."
"Do you mean?" Yara nodded towards Dany's stomach.
"Yes," Dany replied.
It was obvious that Dany was with child now, so she hadn't needed to tell Yara before she noticed for herself. Dany could have hidden it under floaty dresses, but she didn't see the point
"So you're going to tell him you're still alive?" Yara questioned.
Dany held her bump tighter. "No," she said, meeting Yara's eyes with her own. "I want him to know of our child, but I don't want him to know either of us are alive."
Yara slowly nodded, understanding what she was suggesting. "Telling him before he is executed would certainly be something."
A shiver ran up Dany's spine at the thought of Jon being executed. She hated that she felt any kind of dread over his death. He deserves it. She told herself. He killed you, and your child.
Dany couldn't really blame him for killing their child - he didn't know - but things might have been different if he didn't push her away so much. She could have told him, and they could have been a family, like they always wanted.
"He might not be executed," Dany said.
Yara shrugged. "I think he should get what he deserves for killing you."
"Surely it would be worse him having to live with what he's done?" Dany suggested.
Yara considered her answer, but didn't agree. "Who do you want to tell him about the child?" she asked.
"I won't need anyone to tell him," Dany replied, feeling conflicted at what she was thinking about doing. He needed to suffer though, and understand a fraction of the pain he had put her through.
She glanced over to her desk, where a small brown package could be seen. After her death, Grey Worm hadn't had the time to send her diary to Jon before she was resurrected. She had read through it a couple of times since coming back, and then she carefully wrapped it in brown paper, waiting to send it when the time was right.
"I've got something that will tell him for me," Dany said.