George
I am the second dragon. Queen Daenerys asked for me to join her. We are going on a suicide quest to try and find a cure for Jon Snow, the last dragon. I decided that I would go. Goodbye, mom, dad.
Queen Daenerys told me I am her half brother, and a Targaryen bastard. We are going to help Jon Snow find a cure. He's important. Goodbye, mom, dad.
I am a Targaryen bastard, and I am leaving to help Queen Daenerys cure Jon Snow and reclaim the Iron Throne. Goodbye, mom, dad.
No matter how many versions George thought up, one thing remained the same.
Goodbye, mom, dad.
He really wanted to go with her, and he felt like it was his destiny. Yet he had no idea how to break the news to his mother and father.
'Hey, George, dearie, you look troubled. What's up?'
George gulped. Here it comes.
'Mom, actually I'm a bastard of Aegon the Fifth and a dragon. Queen Daenerys wants me to go with her.'
Mom looked thunderstruck for a minute. George immediately wished that he hadn't said it so bluntly.
Then she sat down on his bed, sighing. 'You know.'
That took George by surprise. 'You knew?'
Mom sighed again. 'Of course. Actually, that was the reason we first took you in. Robert Baratheon was killing bastards of the Mad King everywhere, and we supposed that he won't let you live. So we passed you off as a northern bastard, with the surname Snow instead of Stone like it was supposed to be. Then we decided that the disguise wasn't thick enough, and adopted you, changing your surname to Greenwood. Apparently that wasn't enough. How did they find you?'
George shrugged.
'Well, we can't stop you from going. It's your destiny. We always knew that you would leave one day, for the Iron Throne, revenge or something else.'
'Oh.' Was all he could say. 'I'm leaving this afternoon, if Jon Snow is strong enough.'
'Jon Snow?' mom said in bewilderment. 'What does all of this have to do with him?'
'I don't know. Queen Daenerys seems to have a special connection with him.'
Mom gave a chortle. 'Rumors will be spreading soon if they don't lie and say they are family. But even siblings fuck each other…'
'Mom!'
'Right, dear. Have you packed?'
'Yes.'
'Good. Don't forget to send letters. And do not behave rudely. She's a queen, mind you. And though Jon Snow is a bastard, he is still of high upbringing. Don't forget to pray, and blah blah blah blah…'
The speech was repeated the next afternoon. George was standing in the courtyard, with King Robert gazing down sulkily from his chamber window. The dragons were throwing their heads and snorting fire. Queen Daenerys was standing in front of Drogon, smirking at the banter he was receiving. Jon Snow was already mounted on Rhaegal, resting his cheek casually on his arm. Both of them grinned down at him, the only Targaryen who haven't mounted yet. George scowled at them. Even the dragons seemed to be mocking him. The dragon that had chosen him, Viserion, snorted at every sentence.
The dragons had chosen them when they came into the courtyard. Rhaegal sped over to Jon and snorted, then reached down to lick Jon's hand. Or arm. The dragon's tongue was massive. Queen Daenerys was immediately whisked off by Drogon's claws. Which left him Viserion, who had swatted him playfully with its tail as soon as he came within swatting distance.
Jon saved him after ten minutes. 'Lady Lavender, we thank you for coming to bid us farewell. We must be off. We thank you for allowing your son to go, which we can see is very precious to you judging from your…uh…lecture.'
It was then they left, mom continuing to shout out instructions.
Jon
He felt almost fully healed, clutching onto Rhaegal and letting the wind blow his dark tresses. Only that there was always a dull throbbing in his head to remind him. His temperature hasn't dropped, and Maester Luwin had given them a large supply of the milk of the poppy to bring.
After a long discussion with Queen Daenerys, Arya and his father, no, uncle last night, it was decided that they first go to the place where Queen Daenerys had seen the dragon bones. Queen Daenerys said that though it was dead, there might be some substance that they can extract from it. They needed every little chance.
Well, I need it. They don't. Jon thought miserably.
The dragons flew faster than he expected. Soon, they were already crossing the sea.
His head was giving a warning, increasing the throbbing gradually. He hoped that it won't act up so quickly. He needed to be conscious for what's coming next. He had a feeling that a nasty surprise would be waiting for them, and they won't be having mercy.
Eddard
'Due to recent occurrences, I have thought long and hard. Finally, I have decided to forgive you and proclaim you Hand of the King as I intended earlier. Rise, Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Hand of the King.'
Ned rose, confused. What recent occurrences was Robert Baratheon referring to?
He wanted to ask the king about it, but Robert left the hall before Ned had fully risen.
He's avoiding me.
Ned was utterly bemused. What did the king know?
King Robert had not asked Ned about the Hand of the King matter, and it came as a big surprise. But not as big as Robert's cold attitude.
He had only just left the hall when Catelyn rushed over.
'Did you see the king's face just now? He looked like there was rain pouring all over him! Oh, Ned, did you say anything to displease him? What did he do just now?'
Ned gently pried his lady wife away from him. 'Calm down, Cat. He made me the Hand of the King. Don't ask me why. And about Jon-'
Catelyn's face grew cold. 'Jon, Jon, Jon. For Mother's sake, he's a Snow! A bastard! And you care more for him even more than your trueborn son!' Catelyn was screaming now. 'AND HE WAS FINE ENOUGH TO FLY OFF ON THAT STUPID DRAGON! WHILE ROBB'S DYING BECAUSE OF SOME DAMNED INFLAMATION! EDDARD STARK, YOU ARE SUCH A JERK!'
Ned never saw the slap coming. One second he was standing there, horrorstruck by the news of Robb, and the next Catelyn was storming away, a red mark on his face.
'Wow. She has quite a temper. Though it's nothing compared to Cersei's. Well done, Ned.' Came the king's voice drily from behind a pillar. He stepped into Ned's view.
'Your Grace.' Ned knelt hurriedly. He did not look much of a Hand, a slap mark on his face and tousled hair thanks to Catelyn's shouting. Just kidding, it was the wind.
Then he looked up at the king, seeing him in close view for the first time in days. The king had red eyes and Ned could still see traces where he supposed that would be tear tracks that were hastily wiped but not enough to cover it completely.
'Your Grace?'
Robert smiled unpleasantly. Ned gulped. What had his friend become?
'It all comes down to Lynna, isn't it? It all comes down to her. Your disagreement with your lady wife, and your, uh, bastard's sudden illness, those stupid dragons coming back to life-it all comes down to her. Ned, Ned, Ned.' He said, shaking his head. 'You could have told me earlier. You could have told me. YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME LYNNA WAS NEVER DEAD!'
'What?' Ned had a bad feeling that he knew what the king knew.
'Lynna was never dead.' He repeated. 'She lives on. In her son.'
Ned's worst believes were confirmed. He turned, wanting to send a raven, wanting to warn his nephew. But guards surrounded him, and King Robert spoke in a cold voice that scarily suited him. 'Well done, Eddard Stark. You never thought to check outside the door when you wanted to speak the truth. What a good lord of Winterfell you are. But no matter. I'm changing that lord of Winterfell to someone else. And I will hunt the last Targaryen down. You are going to serve with me as the Hand of the King. You will bear witness to the tears of the people whom has suffered under the hand of the Mad King. You will be powerless to help your nephew. You will be stuck at King's Landing being watched until I can find a good enough charge to imprison you.' Robert smiled, with a cruel glint in his eyes.
Ned's breath caught in his throat. 'Your Grace, you were never-'
'The person I had become was made when I learned that my lover had fucked and had a secret marriage with my enemy.'
Okay, this reminds me a lot of Severus Snape in Harry Potter.
Daenerys
Rhaegal blew as much fire as he dared, without scorching those that were on their side. Men were emerging everywhere, wearing the crowned stag on their cloaks. George was doing his best not to fall off Viserion as he reared and stomped and snorted at anything that got close. Daenerys soared the skies on Drogon's back. Drogon blew fire from the air at their enemies. For her half brother and nephew's sake, Dany hoped that Drogon had good aim. Jon was clinging tightly to Rhaegal, looking like his head might split, but Dany can't get near enough to him. Even if she could, she doubted that it would be wise to give him the milk of the poppy. Sleeping during a battle wasn't a good idea. Jon could fall off Rhaegal and get trampled.
The men were coming out from seemingly everywhere. For one they set on fire, another ten took his place. Dany finally had the chance to witness the full power of King's Landing. But she wasn't enjoying the spectacular sight, because the full power of King's Landing was aimed at them.
Her mind was reeling. Who gave them away? They had told no one of their destination, and discussed during midnight. Who would have overheard them?
Of course, there was always the possibility that she would be betrayed.
Once for gold and once for love.
Dany hoped that George won't do that. He was the second dragon, a Targaryen. The last Targaryens were supposed to stick together. They weren't supposed to betray each other. Of course, George wasn't the sole suspect. There was Arya Stark. But she had made it clear from her actions that she loved Jon dearly and won't do anything to deliberately harm him. There was Eddard Stark too, but Jon's mom was his sister. His beloved sister. Lord Stark had made it clear that he cherished Jon Snow above anything else. There was no one else in the chamber, and no one could be likely enough. Jon Snow won't tell the king; at least she was sure of that. This was his life, and he had no reason not to save it.
Once for gold and once for love.
If I look back I am lost.
'Don't look back, Daenerys Stormborn,' she told herself sternly. She must put down her suspicions for once, and stick with them. The remaining dragons must stick together. Work together.
An earsplitting roar came from across the field. Dany looked, and saw a spear catch Rhaegal in the leg. All of them seemed to be ignoring the other two dragons, instead aiming for Rhaegal, and Rhaegal only. Jon had long abandoned the attempt to hold on to Rhaegal. He was clutching his head, mouth slightly open in a soundless scream. George was trying to steer Viserion to help, but he had no idea on taming or controlling a dragon and only made Viserion snort, which Dany suspected was his way of laughing.
Across the field, Rhaegal spread his wings and flew, but slowly, taking care that Jon won't fall off his back. But that slowness was all they needed. The spears caught Rhaegal in the belly, wings and legs. Dany could only watch in horror as Rhaegal fell, seemingly in slow motion. He hit the earth with an earsplitting thud (I really pity their poor ears), and the men swarmed the fallen dragon. Dany lost sight of Jon in the swarm of men.
Dany may have laughed at George, but in truth, she herself also had absolutely no idea on how to control a dragon either. Dragons were not made to be controlled.
Rhaegal…
The dragon on the ground never moved. Dany's heart plummeted. The men marched away, Jon's black hair distinctly visible among them.
Drogon and Viserion roared at the same time, mourning their lost brother.
