The Wolf Dragon

Jaehaerys Targaryen is the last living member of house Targaryen. As the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, with ice and fire flowing through his veins, how will this young man change the game of thrones?

Prologue:

11th month of 283AC, the Narrow Sea

Lady Lyanna Stark lay on a bed in a ship with a babe cradled in her arms. She gazed down at her son and smiled. So much blood had been spilled because of his father's obsession with that damned prophecy.

Rhaegar had seduced her with promises of love and like a fool she had fallen for him.

Had she ever loved him? Yes. In the beginning. But after she had fallen pregnant at that tower and heard about her brother Brandon and their lord father Rickard being burnt alive by the Mad King Aerys from Rhaegar she had seen the truth behind the lies. It was all because of the Prophecy and Rhaegar's obsession with it.

Rhaegar believed that there had to be 'the three heads of the dragon' and that one of the heads would be 'the Prince that was Promised'. All the heads of the dragon would have dragon blood and two of the heads would aid the Prince in a terrible war in which many would die but ultimatly one which the Prince and the rest of Westeros would prevail in. Rhaegar never said exactly when this supposed war was meant to begin. All he said was that Aegon and Rhaenys, his two other children by Elia Martell, were two heads of the dragon and Lyanna was meant to give him a third. A daughter. He dreamed that his children would save the world and usher in a new golden age for the Targaryen Dynasty with dragons, that all of Westeros would prosper and that the people would love his family as they once had long ago.

Lyanna laughed. Instead he had ignited a war that had destroyed his family. Rhaegar had died at the Trident, his two other children and Elia Martell murdered by Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch, his pregnant mother Rhaella Targaryen and younger brother Viserys murdered by Baratheon turncloaks on Dragonstone and his father stabbed in the back by Ser Jaime Lannister. The war had nearly destroyed Lyanna's family too, with her Lord Father and Brother burned alive by the Mad King Aerys. Aye, his father was mad long before the War of the Usurper and a war was going to happen sooner rather than later but her 'abduction' was the spark that ignited the wlldfire so to speak.

Tears started to fall from her eyes as she thought on all of this but then her son stirred in her arms and gurgled in that way babies do. Lyanna smiled as he opened his eyes and smiled up at her. He hadn't cried when he was born and never fussed or threw a tantrum which was unheard of for a young babe, or so her wetnurses said. She felt love fill her heart and knew then and there that she would always protect her son and help him become a better man than his father and grandfather ever were.

She had wondered what she should choose as her sons name and up until that very moment she hadn't been able to decide on a name, but as she gazed down at his violet eyes – a darker shade of purple than his fathers – she saw a name materialize in her mind. Jaehaerys. His name would be Jaehaerys.