The population of Kings landing were restless. The rumours of Daenerys Targaryen had reached the capital of the seven kingdoms. With the Tyrells now backing the Dragon Queen, food was no longer coming in from The Reach.
Cersei Lannister was standing on a balcony looking where she had blown up the Great Sept of Baelor. A smirk appeared on her face as she recalled the day that she killed so many of her enemies. That whore Margaery Tyrell got exactly what she deserved, Now the next ones to kill is the imp, the Dragon bitch and another whore, Sansa Stark.
Jaime Lannister walked up to his twin and looked at the city that was turning to shit. He was worried for Cersei as she had been out of control since the death of Tommen. They stood in silence as she drank from her cup of wine. She was clearly lost in her thought and Jaime didn't dare interrupt her when she's so 'unstable' at the moment. She looked over to him and he was sure he saw the same mad glee in her eyes that he saw in the Mad King's when he said burn them all.
For the first time in his life, he felt he didn't recognise his sister and that truly scared him. He loved her and it made his decision near impossible. Do I have the courage to do what's necessary?
Jon gathered all of the Northern lords in the great hall of Winterfell. He wasn't sure if he was making the right decision but he still followed the example set by his uncle and his honour meant he had to tell them. Sansa was sat to his right whilst Bran was on his left. 'My lords, as you are aware my journey to Dragonstone was delayed yesterday. I shall be leaving today'. Chatter broke out throughout the hall. They still think I'm a fool for riding south.
'Enough! They have dragon glass. Daenerys Targaryen has three dragons. We need her to fight the long night'. All of them quietened down when they heard Jon raise his voice.
'A Targaryen cannot be trusted' one of the lords said and was met with shouts of agreement by the rest.
Well this is going to shit already. 'You named me your King. Do you still stand by that decision if I trust Daenerys?' Jon asked the room.
They all fell silent and he knew that this was going as Sansa predicted. Then Lyanna Mormont stood up and said, 'I know no king but the King in the North, whose name is Stark'. The rest of the lords once again agreed with the young girl which made Jon smirk at the power she has on all the other lords.
'I appreciate that Lady Mormont, I truly do but there has been news that may make you change your mind. Yesterday, Bran Stark returned and with news about my parentage. I have found letters confirming what Bran has told Sansa and I'. Jon took a deep breath and then continued. 'You named me King in the North because I had Eddard Starks blood in my veins'. All the lords in the great hall nodded in agreement with their King's statement. 'Your fealty was based on incorrect information. Eddard Stark is not my father'.
The great hall erupted when Jon said Ned Stark wasn't his father. Lord Glover stood up and spoke loudly 'How can this be? He raised you in Winterfell alongside his trueborn children. You are his child'.
'Aye, he raised me but he is my uncle, not my father. Stark blood runs through my veins from my mother; Lyanna Stark' Jon said slightly nervously.
The great hall fell silent as no-one spoke for about half a minute. Then almost at once many lords shouted insults at Jon for being half Targaryen. Jon accepted that they wouldn't trust him anymore and he would no longer be the King in the North. He then heard one lord insult his mother and he stood up with the fire of a dragon in his eyes. 'What did you say about my mother?!' he furiously shouted. The great hall quietened down again. 'My mother was not raped! She was in love with Rhaegar Targaryen and they were married meaning I am no bastard. I have the proof. Once I have departed, Sansa will show you them'.
'You think you're still our king? You are the blood of the dragon…' Lord Glover said.
'And Wolf' Sansa interrupted. 'Jon is not the King in the North. He is the King of all Seven Kingdoms by right'.
'The north is independent, Lady Stark. We will not accept a Targaryen king!'
'Where were half of you when Ramsey Bolton took Winterfell? Jon is a northerner. He has spent his whole life here and he led us to victory against the Bolton's. Now if he says he needs the help of his aunt it's because we need her help. His only interests have only ever been for the North' Sansa said.
There were shouts od agreements with the Lady of Winterfell's speech but there were still some who disagreed. Lyanna Mormont stood up and her presence commanded silence from all the other lords. 'I was the first to declare you the King in the North. I will be the first to declare you the King of the Seven Kingdoms'.
Just like the last time, all of the other lords withdrew the swords and swore fealty to Jon. 'Thank you for your support my lords and I assure you I care only for the north. I do not want the seven kingdoms. I will not send the north into a meaningless war with southerners for an iron throne'. The northern lords cheered for their king and even though some didn't trust him anymore, Jon felt it went better than he thought it would.
'What name will you take, your grace?' Lady Mormont asked.
'I have not decided, Lady Mormont. For now, I will be Jon of Houses Stark and Targaryen' Jon replied.
'King Jon' Sansa corrected. There was another cheer before Jon dismissed them as he had to get ready to depart. It was only Jon, Sansa and Bran left in the great hall.
'Thank you, Sansa. The words you said made them change their minds' Jon said graciously.
'I was just telling them the truth. I couldn't allow them to brand you a traitor or a false king just because the Stark blood you possess comes from Aunt Lyanna instead of father' Sansa replied.
'You said I led us to victory against the Bolton's. You were just as important if not more. We wouldn't be here without you, sister'. Jon gave her a smile that she returned.
Bran remained silent throughout the gathering with the northern lords and during Sansa and Jon's conversation. He had noticed their relationship was nothing like it once was, which was to be expected due to the changes that they both faced. He noticed that Jon and Sansa's relationship now was like a brother and sisters and comparable to Jon's relationship with Arya. He was brought out of his musings by Jon's hand on his shoulder. He looked at the hand on his shoulder before looking at Jon with a blank stare.
'It's time for me to go now, Bran. I'll be back soon' Jon told his younger brother.
'Perhaps. There's a few things that I need to tell you before you leave. I think it's best to say them in my room'. Jon pushed his wheelchair to his room with Sansa following them both. 'When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, when the seas go dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves' Bran said as Sansa closed the door to his room.
Jon looked at him with a confused look on his face. 'I have no idea what you just said. Everything you said is impossible'.
'It's a prophecy regarding Daenerys Targaryen' Bran said.
Jon narrowed his eyes at the mention of his only living relative from his father. What has this got to do with me? 'Why are you telling me this?'.
'The prophecy will be broken when the last dragons are reunited' Bran informed him.
Jon was tired of prophecies. The red priestess Melisandre thought he was the Prince who was Promised or Azor Ahai. He had no time for another prophecy but he was curious as it involved Daenerys. However, he still didn't have his question answered. 'Why are you telling me this?' he asked again.
'Like I said, you are the key to breaking the prophecy'.
'And what exactly does the prophecy mean?' Jon asked with a frustrated tone and as he glanced as Sansa, he saw she too was annoyed with Bran's half answers.
'It's not for me to reveal. You must discuss it with Daenerys Targaryen' Bran said unapologetically. He knew they were getting frustrated but it was not his place to tell him. Sansa huffed in annoyance whilst Jon remained silent.
'There's something that I've been worried about. We don't know much about this Dragon Queen' Sansa stated. 'What if she doesn't take it well that Jon has the strongest claim to the throne and uses her dragons on him?'
Jon would be lying if he said that thought had never crossed his mind. He was wary of this Dragon Queen in case she was like her Mad King father. 'Fire cannot kill a dragon' Bran simply said.
'Fire can kill me though? My hand got burnt when I first fought a wight' Jon argued.
'You're not fire. You the son of ice and fire' Bran told him.
'So how does that help me not being dinner for her dragons?' Jon said sarcastically.
'You mix fire with fire and ice and you too will become The Unburnt' Bran stated.
'How?' Jon queried.
'You will know when the time comes. Your father was the Prince of Dragonstone. There is a gift for you there. I do not know where because it was the previous three-eyed raven who told me and he didn't say where. I haven't mastered all my powers yet, so I can't see everything'.
'What is it?' Sansa asked before Jon could.
'A dragon egg. You must hatch it the same way Daenerys Targaryen did; by stepping into a fire' Bran said.
'That will kill him!' Sansa exclaimed.
'Not if he does what I just told him' Bran retorted.
'I've had enough of this craziness. I'm leaving now' Jon said to Bran whilst heading towards the door. Jon couldn't believe how much Bran has changed and how strange the boy was now.
'Jon, wait!' Bran shouted. He moved over to a chest that was by his bed. He opened it and pulled out a magnificent sword.
Jon turned around when his brother called his name. He looked at him with a bored expression as he moved in his wheelchair to the side of his bed. When Bran pulled out the sword, Jon was awestruck. Sansa didn't know much about swords but from her facial expression, she too was impressed by the blade.
The sword was a longsword that was in prestige condition. Jon moved closer to get a better look and he could see some markings on the steel and he guessed it was a Valyrian steel blade like Longclaw. It was shorter than Longclaw because this was a longsword rather than a bastard sword. It had a red gem where the hilt of the sword and the Valyrian steel connected. The hilt was also beautiful and intricate. Jon felt that even though Longclaw was an amazing sword in its own right, it paled in comparison to this sword.
'Bran, where did you get this?' he asked.
'They say you are one of the greatest swordsmen since Ser Arthur Dayne' Bran started. Jon looked down at the ground but had a small smile when Bran mentioned him in the same sentence as Ser Arthur Dayne. 'I've seen him fight and the stories of his abilities don't do him justice. He was amazing'.
'So, this is Dawn? His sword?' Jon probed.
'No, it is not. When he fought I saw him use two swords. It was four on one yet he still managed to effortless defeat them. I think you should learn to use two swords' Bran said as he handed Jon the longsword.
Jon was lost for words. I can't be like Ser Arthur Dayne. I'm not on his level. Yet Bran has trusted me with this sword. 'Thank you' were the only words Jon managed to say.
'It's yours by right, Jon. It was the Bloodravens, who was the three-eyed raven before me. He was Brynden Rivers, one of your ancestors'.
'This is a sword of House Targaryen?' Jon queried.
Bran nodded at the question. 'This is Dark Sister'.
Sorry that there is no Dany in this chapter apart from when she is mentioned. Jon will probably arrive at Dragonstone in the next chapter so what most of you want will begin soon.