Major violence and destruction ahead. You've been warned ;)
Robb
"This is an act war!" Greatjon bellowed for everyone to hear in the dark-gray pavilion. "These fuckin southerners want a fight with us? Let's give it to them!"
Will we win that fight though without the dragon? If we do at what cost?
Outside of the dark night peace was replaced by chaos and the silence was stolen by the commotion. Inside the tent with all the Northern lords and more, it was no different.
At the head of the oak table, the Starks watched their banner-men squabble furiously, uneasy. Even Arya, who played with her thumbs nervously. They did not know what to do.
Robb felt the beginnings of a headache. Father, how do you do it? A little chuckle emerged in his throat. As a child, I have seen what you do and thought it was easy. So naïve.
Through the noise, Domeric's smooth voice was heard. "Fight whom, my lord? The whole continent of Westeros?"
"We will and we will win!" Lord Umber roared back. "They have nothing on us!"
Wendel Manderly said, "I and my men shall return to my brother and father at White harbor. We will raise the troops we need."
Harrion Karstark gave the man a firm handshake. "Goodman. My brothers and I ought to do the same." The big man turned to them all and raised his fists to the air. "All of the north shall fight!" Uproar shot out.
"Brother, listen to yourself," Alys told him. "How many days or even months is it going to take to raise an army capable of taking on the Targaryens?"
"We will find a way," Lord Umber said determinedly. "They can't beat us. Their skins and hearts are as soft as green grass. I bet their swords are made out of shit!" Laughter rang out.
"They defeated us before, my lord. In the most important battle of them all," a soft voice said.
All the laughter slowly drained from the tent until there was next to none.
Bran looked visibly crushed under the weight of the stares but continued. "At the battle of the Trident, my lords. Where Robert Baratheon was slain by king Rhaegar and we were forced to throw down our swords."
Nobody had anything to say, not even Greatjon who stared at Bran awkwardly.
If there was the best time for Bran to show he knows something other than climbing it was this one. Robb can now tell his lords were finally thinking rather than just shouting to see who has the loudest voice.
Jorah spoke out in the silence, "And how would we know if Snow is still going to be alive when we come back with the men we need?"
Robb tried to fight down the anxiety that was rising in his stomach. I do know-how. Jon can tell the truth…
But the question is would the Targaryens even care? They will view him as a threat because of his claim and dragon. They will probably kill him anyway. They are attempting to get his dragon, I just know it…
"We have to do something!" Lord Umber did not look so eager now. In fact, all of the lords were visibly frustrated at the deadly flaw in their plan. "We should send a raven to Lord Stark!"
Robb looked down at the table, seeing the cracks and the carvings. He never felt so hopeless. He felt the warm hand on his shoulder and knew instantly it was his mother.
I have to think of something. I have to, I have to, I have to…
Father what would you do?
Then something clicked.
What were their names? Robb frantically tried to remember. Is it Pron, ron, fron? No it's Bron! It's the Hound, Bron, the dwarf, Daimon, and…Garrid? No it's Gerris! IT'S GERRIS!
Everybody started as his chair went skidding back. Robb slammed his fists on the table and smiled at them. "I have a plan, my lords."
Arya tugged on his sleeve. "What is it then?" She tugged harder. "Tell me stupid!" Not even their mother reprimanded as his siblings looked to him expectedly.
Robb laughed and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry about it, underfoot." Arya huffed then smiled.
Robb came around the table and stopped in front of Jory who snapped to attention. "Jory, do you have a chance to remember the men who caused the disarray at the trial?"
Jory creased his eyebrows in thought and nodded his head. "Yes my lord, I do."
"Did Rhaegar place them in chains?"
"Only one of them, my lord. The Hound, the sellsword and the one with the golden hair got away. The dwarf was not touched."
Like I thought. The Targaryens wouldn't dare to take the son of Tywin captive. Even if people call him the imp.
"Take ten men that are most capable and bring them to me. If we can't get my brother out of that damned castle then they will."
"And what if they can't and fail?" A lord asked.
"Then the gods shall damn me because we are going to ruin the trial by combat. We can't fail that," Robb said with a smirk. In response, most of the lords equipped the same smirk.
"I will do as you say right away, my lord." Jory quickly marched out of the large pavilion and into the dark night.
We Starks are not going to fail you again, Jon.
Everything was looking bright.
Until it wasn't.
Before any more commands can be ordered, screams can be heard. The scariest roar Robb ever heard shook the heavens and knocked everyone off their feet. First came the black smoke, and then came the fire.
Green flames swept the world away.
Rhaenys
I feel like a criminal.
Through the darkness of the castle, the princess of the seven kingdoms can hear the heavy breathing and steps of her cousins and the wanted men behind her. She thought that helping them and keeping them safe from her father was a great idea. Now regret was seeping into her mind. The princess wished she hadn't had her cousins' lead them out of the great hall after the Jon was on trial.
Rhaenys silently cringed with every illegal step they took because whenever they did it sounded like the whole damned castle can hear their movement.
To make it worse, they won't shut their mouths.
"Fuck you stink," Gerris said to the Hound. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. The hound growled and Bron and Tyrion chuckled.
The Sand Snakes who were a healthy distance away from them eyed them in distaste.
"Don't you fools realize maybe it's the castle?" Nymeria questioned. She pointed her whip to emphasize the unkept of the lower grounds of the castle. "It's a mess down here. It looks worse than y'all."
The four men looked at her, clearly knowing she was mocking them. Then they laughed. "No. Knowing him, it probably is him," Bron jested.
"Shhhhh," Obara hissed like a snake her father was known for.
"Can you guys just get along?" Tyene asked sweetly. She was ignored.
From there the two groups traded insults after insults. In whispers they did, but it didn't matter. They were the only sound they can hear. Someone will be able to know their coming miles away.
How are we going to get anyone from beyond bars like this? Her annoyance spiked.
Rhaenys abruptly turned around and waved her torch at them twice so quick images can be seen in their place.
"Do you humble fellows want to walk in the dark and cold without this light? Trust me we can." Rhaenys said, false sweetness, dripping from every word.
Each one of them shook their head silently.
"That's good. It would've been a shame if one of you was to die shivering with your faces and thumbs fixed in place. Nobody was going to bury you." Rhaenys turned back forward and continued her walk.
They didn't say much after that.
A little later they knew they were at their destination by the single torch outside the cell. It was only missing two things, the guard and the person they wanted to break out of it.
"How are we going to get him out if he isn't even here?" Obara remarked dryly. "That defeats the purpose." Rhaenys didn't even need to turn around to know her sisters elbowed her in the side. The princess tried to control her breathing and her temper.
"Did my friend Snow break out by himself?" Gerris grinned.
"The fucker didn't need our help then," the hound said with a little smile.
"Where did that fucker run off to then, huh?" Bron looked around as if the person in question would pop out of nowhere. Tyrion stayed quiet and just shook his head. At least he has a brain.
"He didn't escape, my friends." She knew her voice was loud but it was so hard not to yell. "My father took him out." She was feeling hot.
"Took him where? To another cell?" Tyrion asked.
It dawned on her. "No. To kill him without anyone knowing." Her heartbeat sped up.
She was already running back to where they came when somebody opened their mouth to speak.
Rhaenys dropped the torch without realizing and pumped her arms as fast as she can. She can hear the others running after her. The princess didn't care about them. She didn't care about the freezing cold or the darkness that welcomed her like it was her home. She only cared about one person.
I can't be late. I can't be late. Jon…
Tears sprinkled in the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she ran through the abandoned grounds.
She didn't know when or how but she found herself pushing people out of the way deeper into the castle. Eventually, she's at the point where Jaime Lannister was standing guard at her Father's chamber.
The Lannister looked surprised to see her. "Princess, the king does not want to be dis-"
"Move." She pushed him out the way and barged into the room.
Rhaegar was exactly where she imagined him to be. At his desk, reading one of his thick tombs with his red demon close by.
Rhaegar lifted up his eyes. "Rhaenys?"
"WHERE IS HE?" Tears clouded her vision. Her chest heaved. It was so hard to breathe…
"It's too late child," Melisandre said.
Shouting and swords being drawn outside told her that the others caught up. But she only had one thing in mind. This is your fault red demon. Her vision was redder than the red woman.
Rhaenys grabbed the knife on the table but it seemed the whole castle shook, and everybody in the room fell to their side.
A huge roar came, and everything became unbelievably hot. The shaking did not stop. Screams were everywhere.
The whole castle is falling down, Rhaenys realized with horror.
Jaime came bursting through the room with blood on his armor and his sword drawn. "The dragon is here!" His eyes were wide. The Lannister couldn't find his feet and fell again before he straightened himself with a hand on the wall.
The black smoke quickly rushed in the room and threatened to choke them all.
Despite it, all the red woman had a frenzy look in her horrible red eyes. "My king it is the time!"
"What time?" Rhaenys asked in a squeak.
The king had a hesitant look on his face before it transformed into a confident one. He nodded, placed Rhaenys over his shoulder, and sprinted out of the deformed chamber.
Out in the hallways, people screamed and fell. People pushed each other to the ground to escape. Pet's barked and whined trying to find their owners through the turmoil. Everything was crumbling. The pillars which supported the walls and such fell down in such a manner it squished a few hundred people by the second. Chunks of the beautifully done canopy slaughtered Lords and Ladies as if they were butchers doing in pigs. Green flames smashed through the windows and reached out to thaw the flesh off of people's bones. The flames became so serious it became walls of fire to block off people's paths.
The black smoke of death became so thick and heavy it became hard to see and to breathe.
They traveled relatively quickly though, with most of the Kingsguard forming a white shield around the king and the red woman and forming a path.
One familiar face was missing, however.
"Where's Arthur?" Rhaenys had to scream to be heard. Then a more important thought came to her. "What about mother and Aegon?" Her father didn't respond. She pounded on his back as hard as she could. "What about mother and Aegon?!"
Her father's answer came out as a sob. "They'll be fine."
"No! Don't leave them!" Rhaenys fought and wiggled but it was no use. Her father held grip and kept running.
Tommen
"Tommen come back! COME BACK!"
His parents pleading shouts chased after him as he's still short legs took him farther and farther away from them, into the cloudy mist of dark-black smoke.
This is what Jon wants. This is what Jon wants. This is what my friend wants, was what he kept repeating to himself.
He is able to do this…to be fit enough to run like this, be alert to dodge any flames is because of Jon.
I can't leave his eggs behind, Tommen thought nervously. He will be disappointed in me. He's the only friend I have. If I don't get the eggs for him he won't be my friend anymore.
"Stay low," Tommen recited in a squeaky voice as another burning pillar fell to the right of him. "Stay low!"
He was so scared.
But thinking of the time Jon spent with him drove him forward. He won't fail the only person who thought he was important other than his father. The only one who wanted to be his friend.
Tommen took a glance behind him and gasped. Green flame devoured everything from behind and was rushing to get him.
You won't catch me. Jon is my teacher.
That boost of confidence had him in front of the door where the eggs were at. Tommen entered the room just in time before the door behind him was blasted off its hinges.
The smoke was so strong it felt like he couldn't get any air.
"The eggs," Tommen weakly said and smiled. The eggs were exactly where they had been, the flames reflecting off their beautiful scales. He almost deflated when he didn't see the Valyrion sword until he realized that Jon would just be happy that he did his best. Right?
Tommen grabbed them off the dead hearth. He almost dropped them in shock at how warm they are and how they were moving.
He gulped when he saw that half of the room was ripped off, and nothing but open air was on the other side, where a long drop would follow.
The door was completely blocked.
The fire stood in his way.
There was nowhere to go.
Unless…
Tommen took several shaky steps toward the open space of the room and took a peek. It scared him. He was always scared of heights, so maybe that's why he was shorter than everyone else. There was nothing but air and fire down below.
He glanced back up and thought determinedly, for Jon.
Tommen turned his back, cradled the eggs close to him and whispered, "don't break or else Jon will be very mad." He almost believed they responded by the little wiggle the eggs gave.
Before he knew it the air rushed up to greet him.
Jon will be so happy.
He couldn't wait to see the smile of his friend. Maybe they will get to spar again after this is over.
Aegon
Everything was burning.
All was hell.
A green hell.
As dark as outside was, the green flame from the beast easily lit up the landscape like multiple strikes of lighting. With each monstrous belch, the prince of the seven kingdoms was able to see the horror on people's faces before they were wiped out. The flames were so hot trees that not even burning will be set aflame if close proximity to a lit one. The flames were so hot it's uncommon to see burnt bones instead of just ash when people were unlucky to get hit.
An ugly groan filled the air as the top structure of Harrhenhall, black and unrecognizable, fell into the water beside the bank. Some of the chunks of the structure hit land, and dust and debris scattered everywhere killing a hundred at minimum.
Westeros hasn't seen this level of destruction since…ever.
"Aegon, keep running!" Dany begged him, his mother at his side concerned."There has to be a horse somewhere."
Or better yet, dead. Like everybody else.
Aegon shifted Blackfrye on his hip, still distracted. Unknown to anyone, he had taken the sword from the family chamber and used it to vent his anger. Having a sword that's nigh-indestructible is a nice perk.
"Aegon!" The terror in Dany's voice was unmistakable. Aegon whipped his head to see three burly men approaching her, from their armor and sigils on their breastplate they are northerners.
"Save her, Aegon!" His mother shouted, but Aegon was already moving.
The first one didn't even saw him coming, so his head rolled to the floor with one clean slice. His comrades saw this and drew their swords and charged.
Aegon's answer was in a quick series of flashes. One of them paid for it with a quick thrust in the throat. The other was desperately holding the intestines that were spilling out from his stomach.
His anger was unimaginable.
Those bastards! His nose flared. They might hate my father but they didn't have to target her! These fucking northerners!
He almost lost her.
He growled and kicked the late man's head into the burning forest.
"Aegon," Dany said soothingly. "It's alright. I'm fine." Ellia was silent and stood to the side.
He didn't know that he was shaking until Dany placed a hand on his arm.
"I love you Dany."
"I lo-"
The black beast of a dragon in everyone's worst nightmare flew low to the ground with a loud earth-quaking roar. It opened its big ugly scaly mouth and let loose a column of flame. Another bunch of blokes died within an instant. Its wings were so strong the air bent to its will. Another loud flap, several trees were propelled through the air.
There was a sickening crunch as a whole tree connected with Dany and carried her through the air.
Ellia screamed.
Aegon just stood there, trying to process something he doesn't want to process. His face was full of something that was sticky and wet. It got in his eyes and he knew it was blood. Warm and red blood.
"Dany?" He asked stupidly before something hard hit his head.
I'm never going to leave you, Aegon.
Rhaenys
Everybody was running, but her father outran them all. Soon they were off the castle's grounds and out to the hellish wasteland that used to be beautiful and full of trees, grass, and flowers. In its place were fire, ash, debris, blackened bones, scattered trees, and people crying with loved ones in their arms, long gone. It was dark but the fire made everything clear.
Her father set her down and she immediately slapped him.
"How could you!" Rhaenys yelled. "You left them!"
"I didn't have a choice."
She slapped him, harder this time.
Rhaegar turned his face to her, rubbing where she slapped him. He looked slightly annoyed. "I know you won't be able to understand now, but you will when you're older."
"Understand what!" Rhaenys's felt so dry from screaming. She knew the kingsguard was watching, but she didn't give a damn. The princess was so tired. "Look around you! Everyone is dead!"
"Almost everyone," Oberyn remarked, walking up to them. Shockingly, Arianna and Arthur followed, the latter all beat up and worn. Rhaenys wondered why he looks so conflicted. The viper set his dangerous eyes on the king. "What the hell were you thinking mad man?"
"He's thinking about saving the world," the red woman intervened. "All the innocent lives that were lost today will be nothing compared to what it would be if we didn't do what we did."
"Sorcery! It's because of that damned sorcery!" Renly Baratheon appeared, disheveled and angry. "My nephew died because of you!"
"What the hell is wrong with you Targaryens?!" Jon Arryn demanded, limping, face twisted with pain.
"Loras, where's Margaery?!" Garold asked. The younger brother looked lost. With no sign of Willas, it was safe to assume the cripple was lost as well.
Next came Keven, Cersei, Joffrey. The humongous form of the mountain appeared, fully armored with his men behind him. Everybody stepped away.
"Where's my son, Rhaegar?!" Cersei cried
"What are you talking about?" Jaime asked. Ignoring Barriston's warning, he rushed to his sister's side.
Seemingly from nowhere, a mob full of surviving lords was formed. The dragon was still up in the sky, raining death from above, but the mob seems to think it was safer to be around the king than to run. They spat insult after insult at the king.
At the back, Rhaenys can see the hound, Garris, Tyrion and Bron watching from afar, all on horses.
Of course, those fuckers would be the ones to find some horses.
"RHAEGAR!"
All heads turned to Viserys making his way to the front. His face was covered with soot and tears. He had something in his arms.
Oh no.
Rhaenys felt sick to her stomach as Tommen hang limply in his father's arms. His hair and face was all blood, utterly messed up, and his body was bent out of shape. On his chest were the eggs, both cracked open. They were empty. So they were just stones then huh, Jon?
Cersei wailed and fell to her knees sobbing. Jaime knelt and wrapped his arms around her.
Rhaegar was silent. He simply stared.
"Nothing to say huh, brother?" Viserys snarled, his face transforming into something demonic.
"I'm sorry."
"YOU KILLED MY SON!"
"He was a good boy, honestly. But I'd rather it be him than thousands of other boys."
Viserys face turned so red that Rhaenys knew if he wasn't holding Tommen he would've killed her father by know.
Viserys took a couple of deep breaths. He then looked Rhaegar dead in the eye and said, "I'll get you back for this, brother. Your crown is not safe…and neither are you. My son died while you breathe. I'm going to correct the god's error." He then left, with Tommen hanging spinelessly in his arms. They disappeared behind the wall of flames.
A roar shook the earth and them. The dark sky parted to reveal Cannibal sweeping down to claim more victims.
"Hurry up and do your magic," Rhaegar told the red woman. Rhaenys found it remarkable how he's able to be so calm.
The red woman's followers brought out an iron Brazier and set it next to the king and the red woman. Is that the one where the red woman dripped Jon's blood into it?
Rhaenys had a bad feeling about this.
Melisandre smiled at the king and spread her arms wide like she's embracing a lost lover. The air shifted, like before. The flames in the iron brazier blazed and grew. Her ruby shined brighter than before. The red woman started to chant, her voice becoming alien and inhuman until it became shrill.
The closer the dragon got the louder she got.
Rhaenys didn't think twice.
The red woman was unprepared for her tackle. They hit the ground hard, and her necklace shattered into pieces and withered away like sand in the wind. Rhaenys can feel the energy disappearing. The red woman started groaning.
"Rhaenys no!" Rhaegar said in a panic. The dragon was getting closer. She can feel the heat of it way down here.
People started to run, even though it was hopeless.
"Look…what you done…child," the red woman weakly said from under her. "You…condemned us to a fate worse than death…"
"What nonsense are you saying now, red bitch?" Rhaenys turned her over and recoiled.
Melisandre was decaying right before her eyes. Slowly her flawless skin aged tremendously. Her eyes drooped, her tits sagged, and her once gorgeous red hair turned an ugly grey. Melisandre was no longer Melisandre. She was just an old hag that can barely breathe.
She was an old woman all along? That necklace is what kept her together? Is this some magic? Rhaenys's mind turned over and over.
"We're going to die," Rhaegar said sadly, watching the dragon come with his lilac eyes. "The world is doomed."
"We were going to die someday," Rhaenys said and got to her feet. She knew like everybody else running will achieve nothing. She'll be damned if she died on her feet.
"It was an honor to serve you," Arthur told Rhaegar. He looked to his brothers. "It was an honor to serve with you all."
"Same here," Jaime was quick to respond.
"Here, here," the rest of them said.
Just as the dragon opened its mouth to shoot its flame, a horn blew. The note was long and loud, booming over the crackling of the fires, the wind, and the roaring of the dragon.
It was the horn that got the attention of the dragon. But it was the voice that got the attention of Rhaenys.
"CANNIBAL!"
Jon
Cannibal broke his decent and hovered in the air, flapping his wings and looking him over.
Thank the gods. I was chasing him everywhere.
Ghost breathed heavily from his exertion running from place to place. Dirt and ash-covered his white fur. Jon smiled down at him and dismounted. "Thanks, pal."
"The horn did come in handy. And in exchange for fucking? That's a good price," Jon said dryly. His smile disappeared as he looked at the carnage.
Just from the look at it, thousands had died. Just in one day. By one force of nature. A force of nature that should've been kept in check.
Cannibal dropped in front of the large group of onlookers. The dragon completely ignored the bystanders to watch him.
He is confused, Jon could tell. He thought I was dead because of the bond.
Preparing himself for possible disappointment, Jon mentally poked. Within seconds, Cannibal rumbled over and took him off his feet with one lick. The dragon wouldn't let him move or breathe. Jon never felt him be so happy, other than killing people of course. Ghost couldn't bear being left out and ran around them in circles. The three were finally together again.
Welcome back, Jon said. Cannibal gave out a puff of air.
They made a ridiculous sight, especially when one of them went on a bloody rampage that will be in the history books and talked of to generation to generation.
Jon would've smiled, but he couldn't. Not when the smell of dead bodies was so strong. This is my fault. When he got to his feet, the three of them stared at all the assembled lords and ladies.
Some lowered their eyes. Others gulped. Others ran. A handful kept eye contact. The king and the kingsguard were among them. Jon's face was cool as he stared them down, yet his heart was raging. These deaths were my fault but you had a part too.
"Hello Jon," Tyrion broke the deafening silence. He, Garris, the Hound, and Bron urged their horses closer. They stopped when Cannibal and Ghost growled.
They're more protective now. How cute.
"You're still alive," Sandor observed. "Tough fucker."
"Hey, I'm Jon Snow."
They all had a little laugh. It was better to laugh than to cry.
"About that," Garris spoke up. He turned his horse and pointed to the kingsguard. "Which one of you tried to kill Snow before the trial?" A gasp went through the crowd.
Bluntness is needed. Jon's heart turned cold.
"Aye, your king does not play by his own rules," Gerris continued. "He had someone take Jon out of his cell to kill him. Does that sound kingly to you?"
"It sounds like being a bitch and a cheater to me," Sandor remarked. Bron and Tyrion snorted.
By now people were eyeing the king accusingly.
Jon was not in the least surprised when Arthur spoke up. "Aye, it's true. All of it. My king ordered me to kill him where no one can see the deed."
"Take that cape off!"
"Rhaegar is not the king!"
"Death to the Targaryens!"
"Jon Blackscale is innocent!"
Gerris grinned broadly at the chaos he created.
Over the accessions and threats, Jon's eyes caught with Rhaenys's. For a moment it felt like they were the only ones there. Just like when they first saw each other. When she smiled Jon wanted to tell her how he was feeling.
You, Aegon and Arianna schemed with Rhaegar. Jon felt betrayal stab him and he looked away.
"No!"
Jon was confused when everything fell silent until he saw Rhaenys rapidly approaching. Are you serious? Do you think I want to see you again after what you and your family did? If only his mask wasn't so perfect so he can show how stupid he thought that idea is.
His friends looked amused. Bron whistled. "Jon, get your woman. She looks pissed." They thought it was funny so they laughed even though it wasn't funny.
"She's not my woman," Jon shot back.
"I'm not now?" Rhaenys questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"No."
"I thought I was."
"That's your problem for thinking that."
"I thought I was different?"
"Who said that? Well, actually you have a point. You betrayed me."
Rhaenys had the audacity to look taken back. "Betray you? I never and will never do that."
"How do you explain this?" Jon waved his hand around to the devastated land. "You schemed with your family to take my dragon away from me and almost ended my life in the process."
Jon knew that everyone was listening. They didn't even bother to hide it. He didn't care. He was tired of caring. He was tired of being hurt.
"While in that damned cell all I can think about is you," Jon said, "and what you did. I actually cared about you. And I actually thought that you cared about me. Well, everything comes to light I guess. You're no different from anybody else. You lie and scheme to get what you want. I could've just gone to a brothel. I'm glad we didn't do more than what we already did. Your nothing to me."
Rhaenys had her arms crossed the entire time with her eyes narrowed. She waited for him to finish. "Is that how you feel?" Rhaenys simply asked no emotion whatsoever.
"Yes."
"Jon." Tyrion sighed. "You don't say those types of things to a woman that did her most to save your life."
"What?"
"You heard him," Rhaenys said. Jon was surprised to see tears beginning to swell in her eyes. "I did not scheme with my father. I didn't even know about it. That was all him. From day one all I did was go against his wishes. For you. Who was the first person to stand up to go help you during your trial, hmm? I did it for you. Who argued against the king and queen every night? Me. Who cried every night for you? Me. Who saved your friends from being held captive so they can help to get you out of the cell? Me."
"Wait that was actually you who hid them?" Jaime asked, frustration boiling in his voice. "I looked everywhere for them. Thank you, princess."
"And you say that I'm nothing to you and that you'd rather have some whore over me?" Rhaenys's tears flowing freely now. "Aye, that's fine, but don't you dare say that I don't care for you and that I betrayed you." She walked away without another word.
Can this day get any crazier? A lot of people lost their lives, and now we have a princess crying session? Jon's mind was blown.
"Where are you going," he found himself saying. He grabbed her by the waist. "Were not done."
"We are done." Rhaenys struggled against him. "Let go of me."
"No."
He finally turned her around and smashed his lips against hers. Her hands slapped against his chest weakly eventually she conceded and returned the favor.
"Snow!"
Arthur's shout brought him to his senses. Jon gently pushed Rhaenys away. She's my sister.
"You know this isn't right," Arthur said knowingly.
"Leave them be, Arthur," Rhaegar said with a faraway look.
"She doesn't know does she?" Arthur questioned.
At this point, everyone looked confused, except for Tyrion.
"Know what?" Rhaenys touched his cheek.
"No, you don't know." Jon grabbed her hand and lowered it.
"Don't know what?"
"Something that has been a secret for a very long time," Arthur said. "And something that will keep you two from being together. Tell her."
"Why should I?" Jon challenged.
"I'd rather you do it instead of me, but I will do what I must. She deserves to know. You know I'm right, Snow. You can't be with her."
Damn you kingsguard.
"Why can't we be together?" Rhaenys had that stubborn look again.
"That would be incest, princess."
A silence descended on them as everyone thought over what he just said. Jon watched grimly as one by one everyone caught on to what he was saying.
King Rhaegar stared at him, speechless.
"You're saying…" Gerris looked back and forth between him and Arthur. "Jon is…"
"Aye, he is the son of king Rhaegar and the late queen Lyanna."
More silence but Jon didn't care about that. He watched Rhaenys's face the whole time throughout. Her face went from confused to devastated. It was painful to know that she knows they couldn't be.
She knows I'm a Stark at heart. She knows that I can't do incest. For that, he appreciates her for not pushing to do what he's not comfortable with doing.
"I'm sorry," Jon said.
He was shocked when she hugged him. He liked the feeling it gave him, but he knew it was dangerous. It cannot be.
He moved to push her away, but she gripped him tighter. "Can…can I just hold you for a little longer? For me?"
He couldn't refuse.
When it was over, it was over. Neither of them said anything. Rhaenys walked away with Maya and her cousins following her. He felt like his heart walked out too.
"JON!"
Jon turned to see Robb, ragged and crying, holding something in his arms. Groups of northerners came from behind, keeping their distance. One big man placed two bodies on the ground next to Robb.
No.
In his heart, he knew who they are.
No
No
No!
He rushed over and knelt, already sobbing just like Robb. Somewhere close, Lady Catelyn was wailing like a newborn.
Arya and her direwolf joined them, all mournful.
"Bran…Rickon…Sansa," Robb said in between his sobs. "We…tried to run… your beast ran them down pretty quick. And…you know them stupid Direwolves." He gave a mirthless laugh. "They like protecting us, so they got caught in too." Greywind howled.
The three figures in front of them were nothing but blackened bones, but Jon knew which one was who. He spent most of his life with them, played with them. He will never hear Bran boast at how good of a climber he is. He won't ever hear Rickon complain again about eating the food on his plate. He will never watch Sansa eat a lemon pie again. They were gone.
All because of him.
And that damned red priest.
Jon and Cannibal roared at the same time as if they were one. They probably were. Ghost growled and snapped his teeth.
The crowd screamed and some ran.
Jon got to his feet and glared at them. He knew his teeth were bared but he did not give a fuck at this point. "Where's the red bitch and her followers!?"
Without being ordered, the Northmen and his friends brought them down to their knees in front of him, one by one. None of them said a word.
They didn't even say a word when Jon drew his sword and slew them down, one by one. Not making a sound aside from a few grunts as his Valyrian sword chopped them as easily as cheese.
The blood on his sword wasn't enough. And the blood on his face wasn't nearly enough either. He gritted his teeth, so he couldn't scream. He could contain that, but not the tears that streamed down his cheeks.
He wanted to slaughter them again and again and again. But he can't because they were gone while he's here, laminating over his losses and losing his mind.
"Aye, don't get sad now buddy. We saved the special case for last," Gerris said, laughing. He threw an old struggling woman down in front of him.
When he caught a glance of her ugly wrinkly face he said, "How the tables have turned, huh?"
Jon jabbed her right in the mouth, effectively smashing her teeth before she can respond. The red woman sprawled on the ground, desperate for oxygen. He grabbed her long grey hair and yanked it back.
"You…cacan't kill me," the red woman said. "How…else you...Going to stop…world annihilation?"
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart."Your heart is anything but sweet. Jon punched her in the throat, easily causing her weak saggy skin to burst, and blood seeping out like a rainfall.
When Jon dropped her, Ghost instantly pounced to devour.
The eyes on him made him more enraged.
"Why are you still here?!" Jon questioned them. "You know who I am now so you won't say anything? I know I am a monster. Say something! Why weren't y'all this quiet when I was just a motherless bastard huh?!" He knew he didn't make sense at the moment. He didn't care. He was going to say what he had to say for his entire life. His head was spinning, and his eyes were unfocused from his tears. And the most important lords of Westeros were the perfect audience.
"Why did y'all drag me down?! Ever since I was born you all thought I was a failure, from my very status. It's not my fault! I didn't want to be viewed as a bastard. I wanted a mom. I wanted people to respect me for whom I am! But I never got that!" Jon laughed and cried.
He was so unstable.
"And when I got a reputation, you fucking lords still had a reason to spit on me and mock me! Me! A bastard who had no control who their father slept with. And when I got power, everybody wants to kill me and have what I have!"
Suddenly he deflated, all the anger and fight he had slowly drained away from his system. "Everyone I care for I fail. Everywhere I go, death follows," Jon whispered. "My sister and brothers are dead because of me. This is a bastard's life. This is god's way of punishing me."
Rhaegar took a step forward, tears in his eyes. "So-"
"Don't call me your son. I was never your son."
"If only I knew you were alive… I would've taken care of you and loved you. You're my son and Lyanna's boy. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you…"
"You caused me so much pain," Jon said in a low voice. "I'm glad Lord Stark raised me instead of you. I hate you."
Rhaegar flinched back as if it was an actual blow.
"Say another word and I will kill you." Jon turned his back on them all. "Don't worry about Snow anymore, my lords. You won't see me again." I'm done.
"Jon."
There was only one voice that can make him look back.
Rhaenys smiled at him sadly. "Goodbye."
Jon tried to smirk, with all the hurt raging inside him. "Goodbye, princess."
"I love you."
Jon swallowed the pain of leaving now apparent. "I love you too."
Not one person stopped him from mounting Cannibal, not even the Starks who was busy grieving over their lost ones. Arya gave him a sad wave.
Jon tied Ghost into a spike. He then grabbed the reins with his bloody gloves and stopped. He made eye contact with Rhaenys, for one last time. She smiled and he smiled back. There was nothing more that had to be said.
With a powerful swoosh, Cannibal shot up into the air. As he rode on the dragons back, going back to where nobody can find him, he thought of brown eyes and smiled.
Those brown eyes kept him warm on his journey.
Not what you expected huh? Did y'all like the chapter? Tell me what you like most or dislike the most because every writer can get better lmao. I know that I'm extremely late in updating but you know life can be busy. Have a nice day!
