Jaime

Jaime brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. He had no idea of how he was going to get himself out of this. He had pushed the Stark boy out a window and had killed the dragon queen's father. They had enough reason to remove his head from his neck.

"Jaime," he heard a familiar voice say and through the bars he saw his younger brother. "How are you?"

"Fucking cold. How do you think?" Tyrion offered a small smile. Tyrion extended his arm and passed Jaime a skin of wine through the bars.

"Trust you," Jaime laughed, accepting it gratefully and taking a long swig of wine before handing it back. He turned away and an awkward silence followed. But then Tyrion broke that.

"What happened with Cersei?"

"Like I said, she threatened me with the Mountain. I've had enough. Enough of the lies, the deceit. You were right all along. I was blind when it came to her. I'm sorry."

"It's nothing to apologise for. You and Cersei were by each other's sides more or less your whole lives. But I hope you'll make the right choice now."

"That's if I'm able to keep my head."

"You won't die, Jaime. I'll see to that."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Daenerys listens to me. And Jon Snow listens to her. Anyway, I must go. Daenerys has called a council meeting. Sit tight brother. You'll be out of here soon."

"Sit tight? I've nowhere to go. That's like telling you to stay low." Tyrion chuckled as he walked away and Jaime was left to his own thoughts again.

Jon

Jon met Sam and Bran outside in the Godswood.

"You wanted me?" He asked. Bran glanced at Sam who gave him an encouraging nod.

"There's something you need to know, Jon."

"What is it?"

"My father..." Bran, for the first time, wasn't sure how to say this. He'd planned it in his head but now it came to it, he found it more difficult to put it out in the open than he thought he would. "My father isn't your father."

"What do you mean?" Jon asked, confused.

"You are not the son of Ned Stark."

"Then who is my father?"

"Rhaegar Targaryen. Your mother... Your mother is my aunt, Lyanna Stark." Jon couldn't comprehend what he was hearing. He stood up and ran off.

Sam found him half an hour later battering a straw man in the Winterfell courtyard.

"Would you just come and listen?" His friend asked. "Please."

"You're not expecting me to believe that?"

"It's a lot to take in but it's true, Jon. You don't want to believe it, but you have to. Please, Bran just wants to talk to you." Jon reluctantly threw down his sword and followed his friend. Bran waited for them.

"How do you know this in the first place?" The King in the North asked.

"I saw it in a vision. Everything I see is true."

"We worked it out together," Sam cut in.

"Fine, if your visions are true, tell me something only I would know." Jon was still sceptical. Bran's eyes turned white as he'd seen Orell do before with the Wildlings.

"You forgave Theon. At Dragonstone. As much as you could at any rate." Jon was shocked. Theon was on his way to Pyke and no-one else was there. Bran spoke true.

"So Rhaegar and Lyanna are my true parents?"

"Yes, Aegon, they are."

"Aegon?"

"That was what they named you."

"So I was conceived of rape? In Dorne? When Rhaegar kidnapped her?"

"He never kidnapped nor raped her," Sam said. "His marriage to Elia was annulled and they were legally wed. You're not a bastard, Jon, you never have been."