Authors note: This chapter has been only mildly proof read, but its hard between calls at work and no way to at where I am staying at as I am technically in-between homes at the moment. Please bear with me as this is sort of rushed and I will update later, but shoot if Dan and Dave can get away with rushing crap and forcing awkward things why cant I? Haha! But I appreciated all the reviews and didn't want to leave you hanging! I wish we could do a petition to get Dan and Dave's attention to how the story would realistically go as their version is starting to make sense.

Chapter 3: A life of Lies

The fire cracked in the background as silence hung in the air. Jon stared at the wall letting all of what Sam had told him sink in. Bran had remained silent while Sam spoke about what Bran had seen. He felt he could relay this to Jon much more gently then Bran could at this point. What had gone from a happy reunion between Jon and Sam had gone to a bitter silent and unhappy reunion.

Jon sat eerily still, his eyes hardly blinking as he took in the reality of what had happened. Two major factors that tore at him. One: He wasn't a Stark and Two: He had bedded his own aunt. He tried to let it all sink in while fighting the urge of disgust in the pit of his stomach. He knew now why he was so drawn to her now, because she was his family.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"How do you know this to be true?" Jon ignored Sam and looked at Bran finally. But what he saw was not the little Bran he knew, he saw a stranger looking through Bran's eyes.

"I see many things, and this is one of them," Bran said softly, "I saw your birth, and my father promising your mother to keep you safe from Robert. I saw your father marry my aunt Lyanna. I watched the progression from each individual's timeline to make sure this was not false and that I did not miss a thing before I brought this to you. You are the true heir to the Iron throne."

"I don't want it," Jon turned back away, "I don't believe it."

"It is your birth right," Bran was cold, "it is also your duty."

"I already bent the knee to Daenerys," Jon snapped unintentionally. The stress and burden slowly building upon him. How much more did the world want to throw at him? He grew up a bastard which was hard enough, he took the black, was betrayed by his own brothers, and then forced to be the one to lead against the Night King and his army.

"You bent the knee to your aunt as Jon Snow, not as Aegon Targaryen - your true person," Sam reminded Jon. Jon tried to not shutter and the word aunt, "any promise you made as Jon Snow is now mute."

"You are the song of Ice and Fire," Bran said plainly as if it were no big deal, "the prince that was promised."

"I don't want it, I don't want any of it," Jon said standing up and storming from the room. Jon cased the hall quickly, anger fueling his movements.

"Jon," Daenerys said with delight to see him. She had hoped he come to make amends with her for not standing up for her to the Northerners. He looked at her and looked away - brushing past her without a word. She could feel the ice-cold gesture like she laid naked in the snowy grounds of Winterfell. She looked back to where he disappeared from her sight he hadn't even shot her a glance back. Daeny held her hand to her pained heart.

Jon finally arrived in the crypts of Winterfell - where he stood in front of the statue of Ned. He held the torch up but didn't study the cracks in the stone replica of Eddard Stark, his mind was too preoccupied by thoughts of what if's. He was lost deeply in his thoughts, his emotions spiraling from within like a tornado ready to destroy him. Jon turned to leave but found Arya waiting silently in the shadows.

"What brings you down here?" Arya asked stepping out of the darkness, her arms tucked behind her back.

"I needed to think," Jon said looking away from her.

"About?" Arya pried, she wanted to know what Jon's intentions were.

"Who I am," Jon was soft in voice as he said it.

"And who are you?" Arya stood beside him but did not look his way.

"Not who I thought I was," Jon sighed. Arya looked over to him pressing for more, "my whole life has been a lie."

"Hasn't all of ours?" Arya asked realistically.

"I am not a Stark," Jon said looking to Arya, she had grown up so much and surely changed even more.

"Does that matter?" Arya smiled at him, it was small but warm yet quizzical like there was a master plan behind it.

"I suppose to you it wouldn't," he smiled at her.

"You should talk to her," Arya nudged, "she will get over whatever it is that has her so angry with you."

"You look afraid of her," Jon teased.

"I am afraid of no one," Arya smirked, "but she is in a rare scary state."

"I suppose you are right," Jon gave another small smile once before turning to leave. He needed to tell Sansa the truth.

As Jon and Arya left the crypt they saw a rider dismounting his horse. They both recognized the Lannister meeting with Sansa and Brienne in the court yard. Jon swiftly walked to where Jaime stood taking Sansa's hand and kissing it. Jon hated the way this made his blood boil.

"Did your queen send you?" Jon asked with Arya trailing behind him, a thirst for blood in her eyes.

"I come to pledge to a new Queen, I hear it is now Lady Stark in charge?" Jaime smiled wickedly, "I've always had an admiration for the Stark ladies."

"Cersei didn't send you?" Sansa asked looking from Jon to Jaime.

"No," he said somberly, his demeanor changing, " – she would rather see you all be killed off and worry about the remainder after her enemy is gone."

"Look who was right," Sansa said with a smile before looking to Jon, "you can't trust Cersei."

"You can't trust a Lannister," Jon replied feeling something weird happening between Jaime and Sansa.

"You trusted one," Sansa's face went blank her smile fading, "the one whose queen you chose."

"So, there are to be three queens now?" Jaime asked with amusement, "this should get good. My bet is on this one."

"Charming," Sansa said not quite amused by him. Sansa looked at him thoroughly, trying to remember him. He was always present but in the background, never really caused her any harm but never stood up for her either, "Brienne take Jaime to his room."

"Jon, can I talk to you?" Jon flinched when he heard her voice, Sansa's eyes darting over to the white-haired dragon queen. Letting out a large sigh Sansa shook her head and turned to walk away.

"Sansa, wait –"Jon tried to protest but Daenerys was now blocking his view.

"We need to talk," she said angrily, "you need to tell me what is going on."

"Now is not the time," Jon sighed his hands covering his face as he sighed in frustration.

"You will speak to me now, I am your queen or have you forgotten?" she said sharply, her eyes large in warning.

"Of course," Jon didn't want to argue.

"What is wrong with you?" she snapped, "why have you been avoiding me, and so… cold?"

"I found something out that I suppose is time to tell you," Jon finally looked at her. Her face fell into one of confusion and concern.

"My brother, Bran, do you remember how I told you he was the 3 eyed raven and can see whatever he wishes?" Jon asked trying to keep eye contact, she nodded yes, "well he informed me I am not in fact a Stark. I am the son of my aunt Lyanna…"

"Is that all that bothers you?" she laughed a chuckle like everything was okay and forgiven.

"… and the son of Rhaegar Targaryen."

"My brother?" she asked taken back, "no. That can't be. He was married already."

"He married my mother in a secret wedding before I was born after annulling his marriage Ellia Martell," Jon said his eyes telling her what he felt in regard to this.

"So, you…" she tried to get the words out, "you're my… my nephew?"

"Aye," Jon looked at her, his eyes full of emotion.

"And we…" she tried to straighten herself as she paused, "so if you are my nephew. Then you are the heir to the iron throne?"

"I don't want it," Jon said quickly. Daenerys was silent for a while. Finally, her eyes met his - full of emotion.

"Targaryen's wed brother to sister for centuries. It was common for related family members to wed. We don't have to give up," she said desperately, "we could rule together."

"Daenerys," he said in a desperate plea, "I am still a Northerner. In the North it is looked down upon. That was the past, and the Northerner's would not accept such disgrace."

"You would refuse me then?" she asked her chest heaving in anger and emotion, and he realized he could possibly tear down everything he worked so hard to build.

"I just need time," Jon said quickly. She was silent as her mouth quivered and her jaw clenched, she nodded once before turning to leave. He didn't know what he was going to do. He needed to speak with Sansa. When Jon got back into the castle he saw Jaime and Sansa walking together, she chuckled at whatever the King Slayer had said and Jon saw only red, "Sansa!"

"Jon?" she asked looking around for him, as he finally came into view she could see the emotions playing on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked not so casually.

"Talking," Sansa said in a way that sounded like she called him stupid.

"I need to speak with you," he said taking her hand surprising her. Sansa looked to Jaime who seemed quite amused.

"I shall return, Jaime," she said curtly before following Jon, "what has gotten into you?"

"Why are you alone with him?" Jon asked with concern in his eye, his nerves had already been put on test that day – he was having a hard time knowing how to act or who he was.

"I am capable of being alone with another person," Sansa snapped back.

"But him… not him," Jon turned from her to pace. What had gotten into him, suddenly he wasn't acting like the Jon she knew.

"You cannot tell me what to do anymore," Sansa said heatedly. Jon turned quickly, grabbing her face and pulling her towards him as his lips landed harshly on hers. Sansa wrapped her hands around his wrist as she pulled away from him. She glanced around to make sure there was no witness to the brother sister interaction, "Jon Snow! What has gotten into you!"

"I am not Jon Snow," he said loudly still holding onto one of her wrist.

"What are you talking about, you speak in riddles," she asked angrily pulling her wrist harshly from him.

"I am not the son of Eddard Stark," Jon said his voice finally softening as he looked her in the eyes. Whatever strange reaction that had over taken Jon and caused him to be so abrupt seemed to melt away slowly with her presence.

"Now you are just being petty, don't dishonor him so," she crossed her arms as she glared at him, "has your beloved dragon queen tainted the North and your home you so much?"

"I am not your brother Sansa," Jon stepped towards her but her hands flew to his chest to stop him. She looked at him with confusion, "I am the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. Bran told me himself."

"What?!" confusion taking over her as she processed what she heard. It took a moment, her eyes searching his for any sign of a lie, "so you and Daenerys… you're…"

"She is my aunt," he said solemnly. She tried to hold in her laugh but she let it out, both nerves and amusement.

"On the bright side, at least I'm not your sister, but still… you…. With your aunt?" she tried to not get sick, even though in a way she thought she had similar relations with her brother so she had no right to judge, "so we are only cousins?"

"I am not a Stark, nor am I Snow," he said softly, "I am a Targaryen."

"Jon," Sansa tried to say but he stopped her.

"I am not Jon, I was named Aegon," Jon said disappointed, "my life was a lie. Apparently so was yours since you spent your whole like thinking I was your brother."

"To be honest I never thought much of you at all growing up, not until recently. However, you will always be Jon to me," she said taking his hand in hers, "and you will always be a Stark."

"Thank you, Sansa," he said smiling a small smirk. He placed a gentle hand on her cheek, and pressed his warm lips against her forehead. She smiled in return taking his hand and giving it a firm squeeze unaware someone was lurking and watching.