Summerhall, 276 AC
Jon.
The knight walked quickly amidst the ruins of Summerhall. There was an urgency in his step which soon turned into a run. With the legends of old in his mind he wished he could grow wings and fly high into the air, like dragons did when there were still present.
Dreams of insanity had led Aegon V Targaryen – known by the small folk as Egg – to start a fire in Summehall in an attempt to hatch dragon eggs. Yet when the fire had died out, most of the Targaryen dynasty was dead with no dragons to be found.
No, Jon decided. Dreams were just phantasies brought about by thoughts that run into one's head during the day. They did not predict the future.
Yet when he arrived in the North East tower of the once great Summerhall he found Rhaegar sitting at its steps, his nose deep inside a book which colourful pages and black dragon wings.
"My prince" Jon mumbled and fell on one knee.
Rhaegar eye's sifted from the pages of the book and found his friend's face. He smiled, yet his smile never quite reached his eyes. "There is no need for such formality, my friend"
He closed the book and put it on the side, rising to the air and brushing the dust from his clothes. His expression seemed dreamlike for a minute. "I had the most peculiar of dreams last night. I was in the Red Keep with my Lord Father, breaking our fast.
When the servant girl asked my Father what he wanted he answered 'Eggs' and produced one out of thin air. This egg was medium sized, a shade of pale green with golden veins. It may have been a dragon egg for all I knew but when my father tapped it with his knife the egg melted to form a pool of gold. When the servant girl came to me next I produced an egg out of thin air. It was a medium-sized egg, one which could have belonged to a snake. When I tapped it with my sword it shattered into a million pieces. Disappointed, I had another go and this time I produced another egg, a dragon's egg by all accounts. This one was bigger than the last two and it had the strangest shade of colouring. One minute it would appear purple, then deep blue. Yet, when I tapped it with my dagger it would not break. The servant girl came back, this time carrying a dragon egg herself. That one was even larger than the previous one and was pale white, like mother's milk, like the albino pup we found in the dungeons of the Red Keep once – you know, the one with the white fur and red eyes. The girl went to give the egg to myself yet my father snatched it from her arms and tried to break it, though it did not break, only altered colour and became grey. Angrily he threw it at the furthest end of the table, where it was cold and dark. My turn came again and it was to be my final turn. The egg I produced was the largest of them all, a dark colour veined with red, the Targaryen colours. I made an attempt to hold it but before I was able to, my Lord Father had snatched it away from me, claiming it for his own and using everything he could to break it. Yet the more he tried the larger the egg seemed to grow until at some point it exploded, swallowing all who were present in the room, myself, my father and the servant girl"
Jon was silent all throughout Rhaegar's descriptions. When the prince was done the knight stroked his chin thoughtfully. "A dream, my prince, that is all and no more"
Rhaegar laughed with this smile of his that never quite reached his eyes. Even so he was the most beautiful thing Jon had seen in all his lifetime, with his slender Targaryen features, the slim nose, the sharp jaws, his indigo eyes and his white hair sparkling under the sunlight.
"Maybe so" he said as he walked with his friend around the ruins of Summerhall. "Yet I foresaw that fire would burn the centre of Kings Landing and early last spring it did just that"
"And thank the Gods the Fire did not spread. His Grace is troubled by dreams of fire as well. Only his actions after, seem to involve most oft than not the death of others" Jon said, daring to speak boldly.
Rhaegar regarded him with caution for a moment before he spoke his next words carefully. "The royals dream and we call them prophecies. Yet how far away is madness from wisdom?"
Jon went to reply yet not finding the appropriate words he remained silent. Rhaegar laughed and clasped his friend's shoulder. "Tell me, then. Why did you rush here in such a manner?"
With all the talk about prophecies and dreams Jon had almost forgotten the original reason he had been sent to call the Prince. "The Queen Regent, your mother… She has given birth. The babe is healthy it appears, yet it will not stop crying. You have been called to the Red Keep at once"
Without a moment to lose Rhaegar started running to his horse, Jon following in his footsteps. He rode his stallion and made an attempt to start galloping before he turned to Jon again.
"Is it a girl or a boy?" he asked, the uncertainty evident in his tone, as Rhaegar knew that his fate rested with the baby's sex.
"You have a new brother, my Prince. He is to be named Viserys" Jon replied and a dark cloud gathered over Rhaegar's face as he started galloping back to the Red Keep, the weight of what he had said finally dawning onto Jon.
The Prince would need to find a bride and soon.
A/N: I own nothing. This world was created by George R.R. Martin and I am just guessing what events may have transpired before Robert's Rebellion. Leave reviews if you are interested so I will know whether to continue it as a story or as a series of one shots.
