Here it is - as I promised. Because the Night is Dark and full of "You know nothing" Puns.

Also - did you know Deny's dragons are around 60-70 meters long and 7 m high? Neither did I, so now I stand corrected.


He knows nothing – about Rey, about the Jedi, the Sith, the Resistance and the First Order.

He knows nothing about his crimes and that suits Kylo Ren well. He feels like the loneliest man in existence, which he probably is. The loneliness is by now so soul-crushing he even finds himself tempted to talk to Luke's spirit.

But there is something in Jon still that perplexes Kylo Ren – he is unaware of some integral part of his identity. That helped him, the same way Jakku helped Rey to stay on the Light Side of the Force – if that is help at all.

Ren needs a friend. Needs someone who's not a back-stabbing weasel with his own personal agenda. He wasn't very into the whole camaraderie and brotherhood his entire life, not even with the Knights of Ren. They were only there as a ladder that helped him to get on top of the Order. He had little regret when they killed each other off in sectarian conflicts. It was all part of his training to become Darth Vader, after all.

But Jon simply oozes assurance and confidence and honesty and compassion. Impractical and dangerous things Jedi would appreciate, but it's of no consequence to him – except for now.

„You care about the beast", he gestures at the window. „Why"?

„It's not mine", Jon retorts simply and wiggles in his seat. „His Mistress – or should I say – his Mother gave it to me for safe-keeping".

Safe-keeping: that young man of no more than 180 cm safe-keeping a dragon of 60 meters in length and at least 7 meters in height. It is preposterous and Kylo Ren has to fight against his smile again. But he stays composed.

„Does it have a name"? Kylo asks, partly out of curiosity, and partly because he feels obliged to talk to Jon like a peer would to a youngling.

„Rhaegal", he retorts simply and with some tenderness in his voice. „He is named after his mother's brother. He was a great warrior".

„And what about his mother, this Lady you were referring to"? Kylo Ren asks, sensing there is a deeper connection there.

Ceremonial droids bring in luxurious foods: roasted meat, exotic fruit and vegetables, all sorts of bread and pastry, cheese and sauces. Jon squirms a bit at the sight of the droids, but composes himself.

„Eat", Ren gestures at him. „Please – you must be hungry. Westeros is far away".

In another dimension, to be precise.

But Jon is complied to talk about the mother of the dragon.

„She is a Queen", he says and his face softens – ah, Ren has learned to recognize that face. That's one of the reasons he wears the mask again – it's apparent in all dimensions and all galaxies. „The true Queen of Westeros. She is strong, smart, fearless and beautiful".

Jon is now downright flushed, asking himself why he's so open to this strange man in this strange place with Kylo asking himself the same. But perhaps he is almost as lonely as he is, and perhaps even as much as weary. There are visible scars on him, both old and new, and many invisible ones he harbors inside.

„Her name is Deny", he adds, softly. „Daenerys, but Deny for short".

So they are on such an intimate terms – how interesting.

Ren can't make an abbreviation from Rey. In fact, he can – and that's his Stormtrooper concubine. But it's all unimportant to him, the whole lot of them.

Jon savors the taste of her name, and then savors the taste of the food. He's famished and Ren eats slowly alongside, trying not to pry on this strange man's brain.

But it's too tempting to resist. He sees flashes of him and a beatiful young woman naked, bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, her peculiar blonde hair overflowing from the sides of the bed, spilled over their simple sheets like molten silver. It's a pleasant image that feels, perhaps, too pleasant for Ren – but he picks up a looming presence. A dark force, coming from the north. There is a great battle. There are another 2 dragons and one of them is somehow turned to that dark force. There is yet another great battle and a boy, not older than 17, tries to subvert the dark dragon to do his bidding. The fate of many depends on his success. And then, something snaps. Something is broken. The very fabric of space and time bends and Rhaegal with Jon on his back is sucked into a wormhole. There is utter confusion and terror at the battle-ground. The dark force flees, but only for some time, leaving the battered and confused armies of the silver-haired queen and the Northerners at least some opportunity to recuperate.

He'll convey to Jon what he saw, with the exception of how beautiful Deny is and how envious Kylo Ren is of what he has seen. It's not the woman he craves – although she is an exceptional beauty – but that sort of raw and intimate connection.

„You are a very lucky man, Stark", Kylo tells him.

Jon raises his eyes and smiles bitterly.

„Hardly", he retorts and the shadow permeates his features. „I was torn away from my army, from my men and my queen. The battle was dangling at the end of a thread. I am stuck in this strange place without chances to get back ever or on time".

Kylo Ren clears his throat.

„Maybe I can help you with that", and tells Jon about all that he has seen. Well, almost all, that is.