Jon
He was frozen in the snow his eyes never leaving the spot where his wife had just disappeared. He noticed that Rhaegal had not gone, the green dragon eyed him curiously but Jon was not in the mood to bond with the creature. He had been too harsh he knew that, he should have held his tongue, worked out a way to keep Daenarys safe without making it so blatantly obvious. That just proved his lack of diplomacy and now he had gone and done it. He wife was god knows where and he knelt in the snow like a fool, like a dog waiting for his mistress to return. He had crossed an invisible line, he had assumed power and had been met with fury. And yet he was so frustrated with her, she had no perceivable understanding of the value upon her life that was blatantly obvious. Her disregard for safety bothered him; surely after seeing her own dragon fall with just a throw of a spear she understood Jon's need to keep her safe, that could have been Drogon, she could have fallen with him under those icy depths and she would have been gone forever, and there could still be that risk. In his mind's eye he saw Daenarys, her skin a sour milk colour, her hair dull, her violet eyes turned to icy blue. The thought made Jon want to vomit, they could not afford to lose her.
With a sigh he rose to his feet and turned back towards the castle, hoping that she would be quick to return, but he knew that he could not send men out to find her, he could not go to find her without actually riding a dragon, which he highly doubted he could achieve. The dragons had let him near him with Daenarys present, but without her… he would surely be burnt to a crisp.
He found himself walking towards the Gods wood. Last night he vowed to his wife to protect her and love her until he died. The woman who had just stormed off was far from that woman, but Jon reflected she was a Targaryen, and she had a harsh temper.
Bran was sitting under the Weirwood tree, wrapped in his furs, his eyes were blank. Jon had not been alone with his brother for many years, and now, Jon was scared that he wasn't his brother anymore. The girls had told him fragments of his behaviours, distant and blunt.
"She'll come back" He said blankly. Jon sat down in front of him, his rage had seeped away as quickly as his blood had drained from his body in Castleblack. In its place a bitter sadness had taken residence.
"I pushed her away, I shouldn't have said what I said." He muttered feeling his cheeks flush in emotion.
"No" Bran mused "Probably not, but it was the truth was it not? You want her to be safe, you want her to carry on" He paused and stared into Jon's eyes. "You don't think you will survive the on- coming battle."
The truth of it stung like steel but he knew his smallest brother was right. Jon did not see himself on the throne, he did not see himself with a child, he did not see himself grey and old next to Daenarys, all he saw ahead of him was darkness.
"Will I survive?" Jon asked quietly picking at a thread at his sleeve.
"I cannot see the future brother, only the past and the present. I hope you survive, but again we both know how powerful the night king is."
Jon did not say anything, he did not want to admit his fear. He changed the topic.
"So how to do you have these visions? Where did you learn it?"
"It's not something I learnt, it happened ever since I fell, I had wolf dreams and crow dreams and they all showed the present. It wasn't until I went beyond the wall did I know how to look to the past." He smiled briefly. "The first thing I saw in the past was your mother, and my father and uncle Benjen, all as children before father left for the eyrie. They were very happy."
Jon smiled "So were we once do you remember? We had no worries back then, no burdens, we were just children, allowed to be children and then, everything changed."
Bran nodded "Yes, everything did change, father left, the girls left, Robb went to war and you went to the war, but even when we were happy there was always sadness here, ever since your mother died there has been sadness in Winterfell, it haunted my father every day. He kept that secret for seventeen years."
Jon pulled his furs around him. "He took it to the grave, I'll never forget that."
"You are a lot like him" Bran said. "You are not much like Rhaegar, you share similar looks but in my eyes Eddard Stark will always be your father"
Jon smiled sadly. "It's not about choice, I am both Stark and Targaryen, with my Stark blood I am bound by honour with my Targaryen blood I am bound by duty."
"You are both Ice and Fire" Bran said quietly. "That's what he intended, Rhaegar, he believed that his son would be the prince that is promised."
Jon snorted, he had heard the red woman throw around names like that, but he didn't believe them not really. "That is folly and you know it Bran, aye I have two very powerful bloodlines, but I am not saviour, I simply protect others who cannot protect themselves."
"The shield that guards the realms of me"
Jon looked to his brother's face. He was almost a man grown now. His brother could see everything; he had seen his mother and father fall in love, he had seen his other father take him on, a burden to his name, he had seen Daenarys and her brother shipped across the narrow see for a life in exile and constant upheaval. The thought of Daenarys brought sadness to his heart. He looked up at the bare canopy of trees.
"When will she return?"
Bran shrugged "She is not far, she does intend to return, but you should be patient with her Jon, she has the blood of the dragon, she can work up a real temper that is not to be reckoned with, I have seen the things she is capable of, she will make a good queen, if she has the right people by her side."
Jon sighed "I can't stop her from being in the battle, I just can't lose her."
"She is stronger than she looks" Bran said. "She has escaped death just as much as you have."
Jon looked at his brother "I didn't escape death. I just died. I may have even found peace in the darkness had it not been for the red woman." Jon remember the pain, the excruciating pain it took to come back, to pull himself from the darkness and re-join the living.
"And yet" Bran said cocking his head to one side. "You no longer fear death brother"
Jon felt unsettled, the boy before him was a mere shadow of his little brother. "It comes for all of us, why should we fear it, it's not painful, it's not tiresome, we live in hell Bran, this is hell, politics and wars and sadness. The darkness of death is so final, I look forward to joining it once again. Some day."
Bran did not make a retort he simply stared at Jon, no he stared through Jon.
"I will not be much use to you in this next battle" He finally said. "But I can help you take the throne, I can see every moment Cersei Lannister makes, I can see who she trusts and who she intends to betray. When you ride south take me with you."
"There must always be a Stark in Winterfell Bran" Jon sighed. "But if I can take you I will."
"You will make a good King Jon, but remember who is taking the throne and who is winning the war against the dead. Jon Snow cannot take the throne just as much as Aegon Targaryen cannot win the war against the dead. You will have to choose".