Disclaimer: I do not own A Song of Ice and Fire or Game of Thrones. I know that GRRM doesn't like fanfiction. But I plan to become a fantasy writer myself and I can use anything to help improve my skills. Before I get started, I must warn you that this is AU. So everything you know about the series doesn't apply. Certain events didn't happen, others happened differently, characters might act differently, and some characters don't exist at all. I put that before hand because I mostly don't want to hear comments like this character wouldn't do that or that.
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Prelude: Rhaegar
King Rhaegar sat in his chambers, alone, playing a most joyous melody. A melody of his own creation. He first played it more than ten years ago in the Tower of Joy. While a young Lyanna Stark slept, her stomach swollen with his child. Rhaegar remembered thinking that for the first time in his life, he was truly happy. But knew that his happiness cost so many lives. Rhaegar often wonder what Westeros would have been if Robert Baratheon was successful in usurping the throne. He would have turned the kingdom into a shithole, the King would often think.
Luckily after the Battle of the Trident, Rhaegar was able to meet with Ned Stark, telling him the whole story. That his beloved sister was not taken by force, but came willingly. The fighting was stopped as Lord Stark was taken to see his sister, for the very last time. She had died, but not before giving birth to Rhaegar's youngest child, Jaehaerys, but is always referred to by his wolf name, the name his mother gave him: Jon. As her dying wish, Ned Stark promised to watch over Jon while Rhaegar promised that her child would not be a bastard. When crowned king, Rhaegar legitimatized Jon as the first of a new house: the House of Whitefyre.
But more trouble branched from his affair. King Aerys heard that his son was killed in battle and that Robert was planning an attack on King's Landing. But when Rhaegar came home, he saw Jaime Lannister, sitting on the Iron Throne, with his sword stained with the Mad King's blood. In his rage, Rhaegar killed the young member of the Kingsguard. But unfortunately for him, the Lion War had begun. Lord Tywin sought revenge for the death of his son. Many lives were lost, including Rhaegar's mother, brother, sister, and wife. But Rhaegar and his armies stormed Casterly Rock and won the war without much struggle. Some lives, such as Cersei and Kevan Lannister, were caught in the crossfire. Rhaegar, showing that he had no ill will, he allowed Tyrion to remain Lord of Casterly Rock and gave him a position on the Small Council.
During his rule, Rhaegar had done some things that many would view as mad. Aside from legitimatizing his bastard, Rhaegar allowed Stannis and Renly Baratheon to remain at Storm's End and keep all their lands and titles. He also made a new law, that allowed women to join the military or become knights, provided they pass some tests to prove themselves. He hoped that this would allow women like Lyanna to have the option she was never given in life.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Who in the bloody hell would here this time of night?! Rhaegar stopped his melody to answer the door. He saw a young boy of ten years old with dark hair and grey eyes. He wore a black shirt and pants while a small wooden sword was at his side.
Rhaegar let out a sigh, "Couldn't sleep Jon?" His son nodded his head. Jon was always a quite one. Even when he was a babe, Jon always was as quite as a mouse. Even when he and his brother got into fights, both of them would come to Rhaegar in bruises. Aegon shouting and crying while the maester fixed him up, but Jon would be silent. It was sometimes hard to read his emotions.
"I had a weird dream," said Jon with his head held low in a voice barely above a whisper, "it felt so real."
Rhaegar smiled as he escorted his son into his room. He sat him on his bed and said, "Now tell me what happened."
Jon looked into his father's eyes, "I don't know what happened. At first I was surrounded by snow. There were these things all around me..."
"What kind of things?"
"They looked like people, but they weren't. They looked like they were dead. And I was fighting them. I was wearing black armor with a strange sword. It was red and on fire. I kept fighting these monsters until I heard a scream."
Rhaegar gave his son a questioning look, "What kind of scream?"
Jon said, "It was a woman's scream. It almost sounded like Rhaenys when Aegon and I covered her hair in honey while she was sleeping. But it was more violent. Then there was a flash of light, then I woke up." Jon scratched the back of his head, "I'm not going mad right?"
Rhaegar chuckled, "Of course not. Why would you think you are going mad?"
Jon looked at the ground, "Because sometimes dragons go mad. And I'm a dragon, right?"
"Jon. You may be a dragon, but you are also a direwolf. You are not going mad. It was just a bad dream. I just to have similar dreams when I was your age. I used to think these dreams were prophetic. Your mother used to make fun of me when I talked about them." Rhaegar then ruffled his hair and saw a smile on his son's face.
As he was walking out of the room, Jon turned to face his father and said, "Could we visit mother?"
That was something the king hadn't expected Jon saying, "She's all the way up North. Do you really want to go to Winterfell?"
Jon nodded, "I haven't been there before. Also I want to know where my mother was born. If that is okay with you father?"
Rhaegar smiled, "I'll send a raven in the morning. Tomorrow, tell your brother and sister to gather their things. We'll take Ser Arthur with us. I have to talk to Lord Stark about something anyway."
Jon grinned from ear to ear, "Thank you father." And ran back to his room.
Rhaegar sat back down on his chair and began to play his harp. This time a different song. The song of ice and fire.
Ok. Prelude is done. Leave a comment. If you have a suggestion of something you want to see, leave a comment and if I like it, I might use your idea. Also, Keep the comments positive. I don't mind creative criticism, but if you don't like it, don't comment. Seeya.
