She didn't...
Red-eyes, puffy cheeks, angry nostrils, and dishelved hair that indicated a night without sleep...
That was the condition in which Jon found Daenerys in, the next time he arrived in Gan's body.
"Hello, Daenerys, how are you—"
"Who wrote this book?!" The last Targaryen girl immediately asked while slamming the said book on the table in front of Jon, scaring the rat so much that he almost lost control of its body, which had never happened to Jon in all his career as a warg.
"Daenery, I—" Jon began to explain, but the girl was not having it that day, as she directly cleared off the ink before Jon was able to write more than a few words.
"Just tell me who?!"
"...Maester Garbald." Jon answered truthfully, not wanting to get on the girl's nerves more than necessary.
"A Maester?! One from that Citadel?" she angrily asked, tightly gripping the book as if wanting to tear it to pieces, "Why? Why would he write such lies? Who paid him to do it? Wait—was he working for the Usurpers?"
"No, Daenerys, listen to me, I—"
"No, I will not listen to you," she shouted in an enraged voice, before standing up so fast that she sent the chair flying... not that the girl cared about it at the moment, "Everything in this book is a damn lie!! Everything!" she screamed as she threw the book towards the wall.
Now, Jon was more than a little panicked, as there was almost a fifty percent chance that a maid had heard the commotion and was on her way here, so he knew he did not have much time if he wanted to keep his cover, "Daenerys! please calm down—" he tried to write as fast as he could but his claws just weren't fast enough for the furious girl.
"Why would you tell me such lies, Jon?" The girl asked in a dejected tone, "Are you working for the Usurper too?"
"No, of course not," Jon hastily wrote, cursing Gan's inability to speak, "You promised me Daenerys, that you would keep an open—"
"I do not care what I promised!" The girl replied furiously, "I will never believe these lies, that my father was a... that he ra..." her voice broke a little at the end, as big fat tears began dropping down her cheeks.
"Everyone knows this as the truth, Daenerys. Everyone!" Jon wrote quickly with a beeseching look in his eyes, "It was a well-known fact even before the rebellion."
Daenerys was silent for a few moments before she abruptly raised her eyes and asked in a soft voice, "Everyone knows you say,"
"Yes, but—"
"Then I need to speak to my brother," she calmly stated and immediately walked towards the door.
"Daenerys, no—Chi! Chi!!" Gan squeaked as loud as he could, but it was completely futile as the girl resolutely left the room.
'Ah, this is such a mess.'
Jon groaned while massaging his tiny head to alleviate the headache that he was experiencing, even in his warg mode.
He had known that her reaction would be an adverse one when she learned the truth about Aerys Targaryen, but he had still underestimated the sheer hysteria... and now he needed to deal with the fallout.
Thankfully, Jon had been prepared for such an eventuality and had Frost on standby in the sky, so it was not the worst-case scenario yet.
Barely a few seconds after Daenerys left in anger, Frost swooped into the room headfirst with her wings tucked closed to her side to fit through the window.
Her size was much too big to fly around the room, so she had to wobble on her two legs, but it still did not take her long to gather all the incriminating evidence that Jon had shared with Daenerys over the week.
Things such as maps, small trinkets, flowers from Westeros, and even a few pieces of jewellery belonging to her Mother that the siblings had been forced to sell during their hard time.
It was not actually very hard for Jon to gather information on the jewellery's whereabouts, and once he knew where they were placed... well, there were a few things in this world that he couldn't retrieve once he decided he wanted them.
Anyhow, at most a minute later, all the things had been laid on a long piece of cloth, including the book that had been roughly thrown against the wall, and, in its place, a completely mundane book was put upon the desk to serve as a substitute.
With Gan's help, Frost managed to turn the cloth into a portable bag that she could grab onto with her claws and then, with a final nod at the rat, she bolted out of the window, once again making sure that her wings did not hit the window.
All in all, the operation had been completed in under two minutes, and now Gan just needed to hide and wait for the inevitable shit show.
As he expected, some five minutes after Frost had left, the door to the room slammed open, and in came a very furious-looking Viserys, roughly pulling his sister behind him.
The girl was crying and had a clear red palm print on her face, indicating that Viserys had not been very gentle in showing his displeasure after his sister asked him her questions.
His eyes fiercely scanned the room before they stopped to settle on the book placed on the vanity table.
Having found his target, Viserys immediately went over to grab the book, "Is this one?!" he turned and asked with a sneer, and when his sister did not answer him immediately, he grabbed her arm as hard as he could and brutally shook her, "Tell me!! Is this the damn book?!"
"I—Yes!" Daenerys answered in a scared voice.
The girl just wanted it to be over, so she did not even bother to look at the book in her brother's hand.
Viserys looked at the title of the book in his hand, and for a moment, he got confused as he wondered why a book about the Geography of Westeros would have any mention of his father in it.
But he had no patience to read the whole book and find out the reason, so instead he just decided to deal with it in the best way that he could... by chucking it straight into the fireplace.
"No more books for you... ever." He ordered while turning back towards his sister, "Do you understand?"
"Yes," Daenerys nodded quietly, her eyes not raising from the floor.
"And if I hear you speak this way about our father, and spread those lies ever again, then..." he grabbed her hair and ruthlessly pulled them up, "Ah!!", forcing her to look at him, "You will not like what I have in store for you," he warned in a nasty tone, his eyes taking on a dangerous gleam that scared the girl more than she had ever been before.
Daenerys tearfully nodded her head, acknowledging his threat.
"Good," Viserys said, releasing her and backing away, but suddenly out of nowhere, he brutally slapped her with the back of his hand, sending the girl straight towards the floor.
Unfortunately, that little cry was the only reaction that Daenerys gave, leaving Viserys a little disappointed, as he had been hoping to teach the girl more of a lesson, but it seemed that the girl had finally learned her place.
Snorting at the pathetic visage of his sister, Viserys left the room without a backwards glance.
For a few seconds, Daenerys just sat there on the floor sniffling, deeply regretting her impulsiveness, but then she suddenly heard a very familiar squeaking voice.
Almost immediately, a look of immense relief appeared on her face as she looked up to catch the familiar figure of Gan the rat still standing on her desk. "You're still here," she cried as she hastily got up and ran to her vanity table.
"Are you fine?" The rat immediately wrote with a look of concern on its face.
It had been very hard for Jon to watch everything that had transpired and somehow suppress his urge to just have Frost rip that trash's head clean off.
Because he knew that no matter how hateful that shit was, it would still be very traumatic for Daenerys if her brother became a headless body right in front of her... but it had nonetheless been a very close thing, especially towards the end.
"I-I am fine," she answered with a forced smile while waving away his concern as if what had happened was not a big deal, "But... I am really sorry for reacting like that," she said in a small voice.
"No problem," Jon wrote while comforting her by patting his tiny claws on her fist, "We all have our moments now and then."
"Thank you," she said with a grateful smile on her face, very relieved that she was not being blamed even when she had acted so stupidly.
"I guess from your brother's reaction that you asked him about your father," Jon asked after Daenerys had calmed down a bit.
"Yes," The girl nodded her head, "But don't worry, I did not tell him anything about you or how you gave me the book. I just told him that I had found the book when I last went to the market."
"That was quite smart of you, Daenerys," Jon replied with a hint of relief in his eyes. He was quite happy that his cover had not been blown and that his plan could still go unhindered.
"It's just a shame about the book, though," she said remorsefully while looking towards the fireplace where the book had been reduced to half its original size in the midst of the fire. "It must have been quite expensive, right?"
"It was indeed priceless, but do not worry, I didn't buy it, I just 'borrowed' it from the Citadel for a while," Jon wrote with a shrug, not mentioning that those old rats were completely unaware of any such borrowings.
"That is... good, I guess," Daenerys replied with a confused expression, before she looked down and fell silent.
Jon knew that the girl probably wanted to avoid talking about it, but he also knew that they would have to do it sooner or later; as far as he knew, it was always better to rip off the bandage in one go.
"So, did your brother answer your questions?"
"No, he did not," The girl replied after a few seconds, "At least not truthfully,"
"What do you mean?"
"I... When I asked him if our father was a good man, he instantly answered with a yes." Daenerys answered in a low voice, "But when I asked him if our father loved our mother, his answer was not so immediate..."
"Oh..."
"Yes, he tried to hide it but I could see that he was uncomfortable with the question," Daenerys said with a depressed smile on her face, "Eventually, he said to me, that our mother was a good wife who did her duty by her husband, and our father in return protected her from all the enemies like a proper husband, and that is all one needs from a marriage,"
"But even though he did not say it, I knew what the real answer was from the look on his face," The girl said with quivering lips, trying hard to stop herself from crying, "If even my brother, who practically idolizes my father, was uncomfortable with it, then I knew that it must have been all true... that my father," she practically spat the word here, "was indeed abusing and r-raping my mother,"
Daenerys' eyes were blazing in fury as they had never before, and Jon had no idea what he should do here.
Should he comfort her, or should he get angry with her and disparage her father, or perhaps he should comfort her by saying that her mother was in a better place now?
But thankfully, Jon did not have to do anything in the end, as the girl took a deep breath and managed to calm down on her own.
"I had, of course, been very angry after that, so I blurted my next question without thinking." Daenerys continued while looking down at her hands, "I asked him if he remembered what Aerys was like during his last days, if Viserys remembered what he looked like, if he really became so paranoid that he stopped bathing, stopped cutting his nails in fear of assassins, and if he revelled in watching people get burned to their death, I asked him if he knew that our father was insane..." Daenerys finished in one go before turning back towards Jon.
"...you can imagine what happened next," she said, pointing towards the red prints on her face with a miserable smile, "I was quite stupid, wasn't I?"
"No, Daenerys, you were not stupid... You had every right to be angry, and you did what any child would have done if they found out that one of their parent was a..."
"Monster?" the girl supplied with a detached look in her eyes, "Anyway, he asked me where I learned all these 'lies' from, and I told him the lie about buying the book from the market... and, well, you already saw what happened next,"
They sat in silence for a few moments before Jon wrote once again, "You need to remember, Daenerys, that your Father was not like that from the beginning... I mean, he was never a good king or even a good person, but he was at least sane."
"But then, some bad things happened, and they completely broke him from the inside, they turned him into the man he was at the end, and I am not trying to absolve him of his faults here by telling you that.. I just want to caution you that we all, especially we of dragon blood, have a deep darkness inside of us, and it was only because of his weak will that he so easily succumbed to it, and let it take over his heart."
Daenerys looked thoughtful for a few seconds before quietly asking, "Is my brother walking on the same road as my father?"
"I...yes, perhaps," Jon tried to answer as truthfully as he could, "You could never be sure of these things, but I think that if he continues like he has, then eventually... yes, your brother, too, would become like your father."
The room fell silent after that, and for almost five minutes the girl did not say a single word.
She just stared at her reflection in the mirror with unseeing eyes, wondering if her mother's face had resembled hers after her father abused her.
"Don't worry, Daenerys, everything will be—"
"I want to take you up on your previous offer, Jon," The girl interrupted while looking at this strange relative of hers with a determined look in her eyes, "I want to leave the mansion."
There was a short moment of surprise where the rat just looked at her with its mouth wide open, but then a large grin appeared on its face as it hurriedly nodded, 'Yes, finally.'
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