9th Month of 297 A.C. Nightsong

Jon Targaryen

The journey to Nightsong had been long and tiring, from Goldengrove they had travelled on dirt roads and in the cover of darkness, Uncle Benjen unwilling to allow any chance that they might be caught. Jon had understood the reasoning behind what his uncle was doing, and yet that could not stop the frustration he felt, he was a prince of the blood, not some damned vagabond. And more often than not his thoughts would stray to Rhonda, the daughter of Mathis Rowan, and how she had been there waiting for him when he had retired for the night, and how she had tasted on his lips and when he had entered her. Gods it had felt so good. And he hungered for her again, by the gods did he hunger for her. That was something new to him, the fire inside him, his dragon was waking it seemed, but gods knew he wanted more.

They had arrived at Nightsong just as the sun was setting, and it seemed that there was much and more happening at the old fortress. His uncle had told him that Princess Rhaenys, his sister was getting married. The thought surprised him, but it made sense, they needed allies, and Caron was a strong lord. But right now, as he looked at the people gathered in Lord Bryce Caron's solar his heart was hammering, a young man and young woman were looking at him, and he knew, he just knew that they were his brother and sister. A fact that was confirmed when he heard the young man, whose hair was silver and who was more muscular then someone Jon had ever seen before whispers. "Brother."

Jon feels his chest seize at the word, but before he can say anything, Lord Caron speaks. "Do you know these two men Your Graces?"

"Yes. Lord Bryce we do. These two men are our honoured guests." The silver haired man says. "Benjen Stark, the travelling wolf, the master of the order, and our brother, Prince Jon Targaryen."

Hearing his name spoken sends a shiver down his spine. "Prince Jon Targaryen? I did not know Your Graces had a brother?" the man who Jon knows to be Lord Caron asks.

"Neither did we until quite recently. Prince Jon is the son of our father Prince Rhaegar, and his second wife Lady Lyanna Stark. He is a prince of the blood, and we have long wished to see him." The silver haired man says, Jon knows now, that this man is his brother King Aegon.

Lord Carons moves toward him then, and Jon tenses, and yet Lord Caron merely gets to one knee and says. "My prince, it is an honour to meet you. My home and hearth is yours for as long as you wish." With that the man stands and then nods his head to uncle Benjen before turning back to the king and Jon's sister, the princess Rhaenys who is looking at Jon with something that makes his skin heat. "I shall leave you to your reunion my king and princess."

The man bows quickly before turning and leaving the room, leaving Jon, his uncle Benjen and the King and Princess Rhaenys alone in the room. There is silence for a moment, and then the king, his brother Aegon speaks. "You have done well Benjen. Thank you for bringing our brother home to us. We shall speak with you when the time is right. You may leave."

"Of course Your Grace." Uncle Benjen says, bowing before turning and leaving.

There is more silence after this, and then the king, his elder brother speaks. "Sit brother, I know that you know who we are, but it must be a shock to finally be here with us. Truth be told, I am still rather shocked that you are here myself."

Jon takes a seat and looks at his brother, noticing the strong build of the king, and the way his hands look as if they are solid weapons, he feels a flush run down him, he turns to look at his sister, Princess Rhaenys who is looking at him with a look he has seen only once before, in Rhonda. He blushes slightly and then says. "I am happy to be here with you Your Graces. I have long waited to meet you, since the day I found out the truth."

"Please, we are family, you do not need to use titles around us." The king says. "We are Aegon and Rhaenys, we are your brother and sister."

Jon nods his head. "Of course… brother." He looks up and smiles to see his brother smiling.

His sister speaks then. "So how was your journey brother? We know that you spent some time travelling through the Riverlands, and even spent some time in Riverrun. Were the Tullys kind to you?"

There is a heat in her words, that makes Jon feel warm, no one has ever truly spoken with such protection toward him before. "It was good. The Rivermen are good people, and the Tullys were kind, though it seemed somewhat forced. I cannot blame them though, for too long has the lie stood."

His sister he sees nod her head in agreement. "Indeed, Lord Stark was somewhat of a fool to keep the truth so deliberately hidden from you, for all these years. It is time that we all were reunited and together we can bring about what is rightfully ours. We can claim the throne once more."

Jon feels something rise inside him at his sister's words, he thinks it is hope. "I learned a fair few things during my travels. It seems there are many lords who are unhappy with the Baratheons that was surprising to me, as many of them fought for the usurper during his rebellion." He is surprised at the ease with which he can communicate with his siblings, having just met them for the first time, indeed it feels as if this is a reunion after a period of years, not the first meeting, and on reflection he supposes that, that is true.

"Baratheon is a fool who walks a line between gluttony and corruption. The lords and ladies you met have been working alongside our agents for many years brother. And now that you are here, we can finally begin putting all the plans into motion." His brother says.

Jon looks at his brother then and asks, nerves filtering in. "What do you mean brother? Do you have a plan?"

His brother smiles reassuringly. "You have no need to fear brother, I will not keep you in the dark. Not like Stark did, you are my brother, my strong right hand, I know you will be able to do as we need to do to take the throne. The plan is coming into place now, with you finally here, we can begin."

Jon nods and then says. "I know my uncle will be willing to come to arms should the need arise. Though I am still not sure how secure he will be if the need comes that we fight Robert Baratheon. I think there is still some lingering affection there for that brute."

His siblings look at him a moment and then it is Rhaenys who says. "That should not be too much of an issue, for when the time comes, I do not think Robert Baratheon will be in a position to do much fighting."

Jon looks at his sister, once again surprised by how easy it is to talk with her and his brother, despite only meeting them for the first time today. His voice is soft when he asks. "What do you mean by that sister?"

His sister looks at him, her gaze heated, and he suspects he knows what will come at the end of this meeting, and though they have only just met, there is a spark there, a spark he finds he likes. "Robert Baratheon has not kept himself in the best of shape, I am sure your uncle Benjen told you this brother, he is fat and a drunk, and the lions pull his purse strings. He will die before the year is out, or something will happen to cripple him, and that is when we strike."

Jon absorbs this information and just as he goes to ask another question, his brother speaks. "Enough of this politicking. We have just gotten you back brother, there is more than enough time for us to talk politics. Plenty of time. For now, let us drink and celebrate the fact that you are come back to us." His brother fills a cup with wine and hands it to him, Jon takes a sip and then looks at his brother again. "Now tell us, what happened during your travels?"

Jon takes another sip of wine and says. "I met a lot of people, lords great and small. I also met Ser Raymun Darry, the man very nearly wanted to kiss my arse I think, he still has the tapestries of our family hanging on his walls, and the servants there speak of nothing but when Ser Jonothor served in the Kingsguard. It was a nice visit, and then there was Harrenhal, a place filled with many memories, and yet old Lord Walter is a man who knows where to turn and he fights through illness determined to see us returned. And then there was Goldengrove."

He pauses then when he thinks on Goldengrove, Rhonda's brown hair and her doe eyes fill his mind, and the taste of her lips fills him then, the sound she had made as he had entered her, as she had cried out in ecstasy, gods, he feels himself begin to grow weak at the knees of the thought. "It seems something good happened to you at Goldengrove brother." He hears his elder brother jest.

Jon blinks slightly and then says. "Most definitely brother, there was a girl." He trails off for a moment and then says. "Her name was Rhonda, she is Lord Mathis' daughter. She was very beautiful."

He sees his brother's eyes shoot up then. "Oh she was, was she?" there is a pause and then. "I think we might need to see this girl for ourselves Rhae, do you not think?"

Jon looks at their sister, who it seems has stood up during the time he was speaking, and has begun moving toward him. Her voice is a seductive whisper when she asks. "Was she more beautiful than me brother?"

She looks at him through her lashes, and Jon feels his mouth go dry, something is stirring inside him. He looks at his sister and whispers. "No, I do not think it is possible for anyone to be more beautiful than you sister."

His sister gives a giggle. "Why thank you brother, but I do think Aegon would take offence at that would you not brother?"

Jon feels his eyes begin to go hazy as he looks at his brother who has come to stand beside him, looking kingly. "Oh I think so. But tell me brother, who is more beautiful, me or Rhaenys?"

Jon feels his knees go weak then, his voice barely above a whisper. "That is a cruel question to ask me brother. For you are both beautiful to me."

"Good. For we are dragons, and we hunt together." He hears his brother say.

The next thing he knows his sister is kissing him, and he is kissing her back, and then she pulls away and begins moving down his body, pulling off his clothes, dusty as they are from travel, his brother takes Rhaenys place, and gods, this is something different to what he has known before. Something is stirring inside him, his manhood begins to grow hard as he feels his sister's hands on it, and his brother on his lips. Gods…coherent thought leaves him as he feels Rhaenys put her mouth on his manhood.