Jon's POV
With the festivities done, Jon Snow headed outside to the courtyard. Just to look up at the stars, wondering how his life had turned into this. He could hardly believe it, but he felt happy. Sure things were bleak out there- but within the walls of Winterfell, Jon was content.
He looked toward the hall, ready to head to Dany's room, when Sam appeared beside him.
"Been a long time, brother." Sam looked at him and smiled- then they both reached toward the other for a hug.
"How have you been? How's Gilly, little Sam?" Jon questioned.
"Good. Good, very good."
"We'll have to have a drink tomorrow, yeah?" He clapped Sam on the back and started walking again.
"Wait, Jon. Bran sent me to get you. He wants to talk. It's important." Jon looked at him with confusion. If Bran needed to talk, why hadn't he said anything earlier? Nonetheless Jon nodded his head following Sam to Bran's rooms. He wondered what it could be, Bran had said he was the Three eyed raven, now. Did it have to do with that? Was it about the Night King? Jon had thought he would be with Dany by now, but his need to be with her would have to wait.
He entered the room with Sam opening the door to see Bran, the fire ablaze- only looking up when he heard the door open. Bran was no longer the boy he remembered. Jon moved to sit next to him, grabbing Bran's hand he wondered.
"What is it, Bran? Is it about the Night King?"
"No something different indeed, your mother…" Bran said it so casually- Jon could hardly process it. His whole life he wanted to know about his mother, and had given up on knowing after his father's death- and now Bran came to him with information. It was a miracle.
"Who is-" Jon was cut off by his little brother.
"No questions, Jon. I'll tell you the story, with no interruptions- then you can ask questions. And I will if I have answers." Jon paused, looked at Sam before nodding back at Bran.
"Your mother died giving birth to you, she loved you and your father. Your mother is Lyanna Stark and Ned was there when she died, he promised to protect you, and raise you as his own. You know the story, Jon. How they told you he kidnapped her, raped her. It wasn't true," Bran paused to look at the fire, and Jon's heart was pounding, recognizing the story.
"Robert's Rebellion was a lie, they loved each other. Rhaegar and Lyanna. You are the son of the dragon and the wolf. You are the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Jon, you're a Targaryen. Youre true name is Aegon Targaryen. "
They sat there in silence as Jon processed this, his heart was beating out his chest, he was sweating and breathing hard. Sam looked at him, and moved to put his hand on his shoulder in comfort. Jon barely felt it.
He spoke to no one in particular, "No. No, no it can't be. No- Dany and I…." His words couldn't move past his own lips, thinking about the child Dany was carrying. Bran who hadn't moved his eyes from the fire the entire turned his head towards Jon.
"Does it make you want them any less?" He asked.
Them.
Bran knew. About their child. About what they had done.
Could he leave them because she was his Aunt?
Did he want to? Leave them? The question hurt his heart.
Jon stood up and walked out without saying a word. Sam called out to him, before turning to Bran, "Will he be alright?"
"It's what needs to be done." Bran stated before looking back into the fire.
Jon stormed to the gates of Winterfell and went to the guards, "Open them."
"Your Grace?" One of them asked.
Jon repeated himself, "Open them."
The two guards looked at each other apprehensively, "I said… OPEN IT!" The two guards nodded to their King and opened the gates. Jon walked through and they moved to follow him.
"No. I need to be alone, I'll be back soon enough." Jon walked and walked until he was somewhat far away from his home. He kept walking till he fell to his knees in grief.
He screamed.
In Anger.
In Heartbreak.
In Sadness.
In Love.
In confusion.
Jon's head hung in his hands. What was he to do? How was he supposed to tell Dany? What was he to tell his child?
He hadn't been paying attention to anything around him, he could have been attacked at that moment, and he would have been unprepared.
Until he heard it. Felt it.
Hot breath. Steam.
A quiet screech.
He looked up and saw Rhaegal. His lover's dragon child. Come here to comfort him. Jon stuck out his hand to stroke the dragon. Rhaegal nuzzled it, it was clear now why Rhaegal had been so receptive. He smelt the blood of a Targaryen inside him.
Jon knelt down beside her bed, and watched her as the sunrise behind her slowly came up. He put his head down on the bed.
Dany's sleepy voice- barely awake- her fingers ran through his hair, "What is it, my love?"
What do you think? I wasn't sure how to have Bran tell him? Any comments would really help!
