Another ^^ This time is to dive deeper into Rhae's feelings about this whole thing so that the parents really realize what this whole mission mean to them
King's Landing
Cersei had never felt this anger, her hand twitches irritably on the handle of the steel iron throne. The rage she had was barely incapable to hold it back anymore. Bron has been missing for days with no information, Euron captured, and her armies are left unknown. The Dragon whore and the bastard are slowly gaining power as they stay up North while she's slowly diminishing.
She must act quickly if she were to eliminate them.
"Captain Harry," she called her commander, who is standing in front of her with Qyburn.
"Yes, my queen?"
"Prepare your armies and sail to Dragonstone. We shall ambush them there," then she leaned forward, "Do not fail me."
He bowed, "As my queen commands." And at that, he turned and walked out of the room.
Captain Harry quickly strides to his armies who are on the grounds, training. He went to his commander, "Prepare our armies, we shall set sail to Dragon Stone."
"Now?"
"Yes, we shall ambush the Northern bastard and Dragon whore there. Load the scorpions and make sure the bolts are sharp enough to take down the dragons," he stated, "And get the armies ready, we shall discuss our plan of attack to eliminate all the armies of the North and that Targaryen."
"What of Jaime Lannister, Ser?" one of the Lannister guards with him asked.
"What about him?"
"He is one of the Kingsguard here but went to the North. There is still no words from him. We must see him to safety as well."
Ser Harry scoffed, "The Queen did not mention his name, anyone who is against us is the enemy. So, see it to that," he turned to his commander, "Understood?"
"At once, Ser," his trusty commander saluted and walked away to do as he was told. The captain of the Golden Company looked at his armies and grinned wickedly, with that bastard Kraken gone, this is my moment of glory.
Unbeknownst to him, from a distance behind the Captain, two guards overheard their conversations.
"You hear that, boy? Looks like your father has some senses now," one of the guards whispered heavily to a young guard beside him.
"Yes," he replied back softly, "But we must warn them somehow, we should send a raven and…"
"No, it'll only give away our position," the middle-aged man stated quietly. They are here to help them, and any rash decision will blow their cover. He thinks hard on what their next strategy should be. How do they communicate with the dragon family without raising any suspicions in King's Landing? All the ravens here are confiscated, once one comes in, it can never come out until further notice as far as he knows.
Then the only way as of now is to go with the flow first, as hard as he hates to admit, "We lay low here first until the time is right."
"How do we know when the time is right then?" The young lion exasperates, luckily their helmets are curved outside, so noises won't spread to the air much.
"We'll know when it is," he simply said. He was earned a scowl in return, but the old man has to accept it. They must be patient and strike when the time is right, he can't afford to make the same mistake again, not to his best friend's family.
This time, he'll do it right. For them, and for himself.
The North
"You are in good condition, Your Grace. You have nothing to fear," the middle-aged maester said as he just finished inspecting Dany. After arriving back to Winterfell, her first concern was the condition of her children. She never knew she had this side of her overprotectiveness, but it seems that this new instinct of hers kicked ever since she knew that she's carrying her children.
"That's good to hear," Jon said standing beside her.
The Maester packed his belongings, "Heavy activities aren't recommended, especially during a time like this. So, I'd suggest that you do not overwork yourself, it's for both of your sakes."
Dany was about to say something again, but Jon interrupted, "That wouldn't be a problem."
The Dragon Queen looks up at him from where she sat on the bed. Her love knew that she has an army to lead and meetings to attend, is he saying that he'll cover everything for her? She did notice that ever since she is pregnant, he is doing whatever it takes to prove himself to be a leader, especially during the council meetings before Euron ambushed. And after finding out that his best friend died in the hands of the Kraken, he did all he can follow what he is meant to be.
Just as she was about to protest, there is a knock on the door. Missandei walks there to open it, revealing to be Sansa. Her friend bowed and left the family to be together.
"Jon, Daenerys," Jon's sister greeted as they entered, "It's good to see you both alright."
Dany smiled at her sister in law, this feels like family. All those times with Viserys, nothing can compare the love she receives here. From Jon and his family, and the love he gave her that bore fruit to these two beautiful twins.
The maester bowed and left the family to have their moment together. Sansa pushed Bran near the bed before sitting beside Dany, "How are you feeling?"
She smiled and caressed her bump, "Fine, at the moment. But these two seem to be impatient to see the world."
"I can see that," Sansa chuckled, "Especially Rhaegar."
Dany furrowed her brows, "You've met him?"
She nodded, "We have met your son. Quite an interesting young man, I have to say. I haven't spoken much with him, but I see that he is very observant and protective."
The Mother of Dragons quirked her brow, "What do you mean?"
She smiled at her and Jon, "That's just my first impression of him, there may be more of him before he left again. But," she looked at the couples with warmth in her eyes, "He cared so much about his allies and you two, that's why he wanted to know how the North has been doing while he and his sister were away."
Dany pursed her lip, from what she saw from her son, he seems to be concerned about others, unlike his sister. The moment he found out that his best friend was killed, he immediately jumped into action. What he did after he stormed out was something she wanted to know.
Something in the past must've happened to him as well that made him this paranoid, or should she say…them. During their stay at Castle Black, her daughter seemed very tense in that abandoned castle. As much as Dany wanted to know what happened to Lya, she quickly dropped the subject. Dany didn't dare to press on it, seeing that she reacted that way. Maybe one day, they'll tell them.
"Speaking of them," Sansa breaks her train of thoughts, "Where is my niece? I would very much like to meet her."
Dany looked at her apologetically, "She's outside, speaking with Greyworm and Ser Davos," she answered, "After we arrived, she went with them to ask about her brother's whereabouts."
"I see," Sansa hummed, "Even Arya went with him."
Dany nodded, "Ser Davos said that they are looking for Samwell's body."
"I heard," she then looked to Jon, "I'm sorry, Jon."
Her dear soon-to-be husband gave his sister a weak smile, "There's nothing we could have done."
Sansa looked down, "I never thought that Cersei would lose her patience and strike here."
"She must've thought that we are planning something," Jon said, "By now, everyone should know that the Long Night is over."
"Yes, but for her to come to Winterfell is very unlike her," His sister countered, "No one would attack the North, it's just too big for her to take over by force. Unless they cut out our supplies at the Harbors, which they didn't do."
Jon hummed, "Something or someone must've told her that we are in a vulnerable at the moment."
The two ladies looked at him, "Do you think…. There is a…"
"We can't be too sure yet," Jon said, "For now, we can only keep a lookout what's happening later on," he then turned to his sister, "Sansa, is Lord Glover and Reed here?"
"Lord Reed is here, as, for Lord Glover, I just sent a raven to come to Winterfell."
"Good, because I want a council meeting with them."
She furrowed her brows, "Now?"
"If possible, this evening. If Lord Glover isn't here, then I'll let you deal with him yourself. But I want the Lords and Ladies here present for a meeting."
Dany looked at him, "What is it that you want to discuss with them about?"
Jon then turned serious, "Our next strategy against the Lannisters. I want every man ready for the next battle. If it's a war that Cersei wants, it's a war that she'll get."
Dany looked at him in awe, he is becoming the King he is meant to be.
Sansa nodded firmly, "I'll make sure that they come to Winterfell, they must answer for not assisting us during the Long Night."
She was about to stand when Jon raised his hand, "before you do, Sansa. There is something that I….. we need to talk about."
His sister looked at him quizzically, "Yes?"
He fell silent for a while, then he looked at Dany, giving her a silent signal. That the moment of truth is now. Dany nodded with encouragement. Sooner or later, all her family will find out. Then the whole Westeros must know that the Dragons are growing.
Jon then went to the hearth where he placed the chest they retrieved at Castle Black. He picked it up and presented it to Sansa. "There is something you need to know, Sansa. It's about…. My heritage."
"Jon, if you are going to say about you being a bastard again, that's long gone. You are a Stark, the son of our father," Sansa urged.
"Part of it is true. I am still a Stark… But I am not his son."
Sansa's eyes widened, "Please don't tell me my mother's words are still in your head, we have long established that….."
"No, Sansa. There is something else," he stated and placed the chest in front of her. Then he opened the chest, revealing the dragon eggs.
His sister peeked inside, and her eyes went wider if that is even possible. She gasped, "Are those what I think I am seeing?" Her eyes are fixed on the eggs.
"Yes," Dany answered, "They are the reason why we went to Castle Black yesterday." She looked at Jon, who seems to be preparing his next choice of words.
Sansa looked at her, "Are they supposed to be yours?"
She shook her head and turned to Jon. His grey eyes look concerned, nervous to tell the truth about his heritage. But Dany took his hand and squeezed it, giving him the courage, he needs.
Jon nodded and looked at his sister, "They are mine, Sansa."
Sansa blinked, "Alright….so what are the eggs have to do with you?" She is still not getting it.
"These eggs are well alive, and…only I can hatch them," Jon answered.
"What do you mean? I thought only a Targaryen can hatch them?"
He sighed, knowing the moment of truth is coming. He took a chair behind him and sat in front of her and Dany. He placed his elbows on his lap, "Sansa, there is something that you need to know…. probably we all had to know a long time ago."
Meeting Ser Davos and Greyworm was only a part of her reason why she didn't join her parents. As much as she wanted to be with them, she needs to get one thing clear: Brandon Stark.
Lya had no doubt that her brother went after him while they are away. Knowing her brother, he would usually take out two birds with one stone. Meeting Ser Brienne wouldn't take a whole day, and going after Samwell's body might take a while, so her guess is that he had spoken to him. Or with their Aunt.
Lya had no intention to meet her aunt yet. She wanted to accompany her mother in case Sansa would give her a hard time again, but seeing that her father is already overprotective towards her, so she knows that without her, Lya didn't need to intervene. Besides, she's sure that Bran had shown them enough evidence of what they did.
But what she needs to know is if Bran ever mentions what he did.
Lya searched the place where Rhaegar said that their uncle would be found usually. Being cautious around everyone, as she is still suspicious by the way the Northern people see her, especially with her silver hair showing, she puts her hood up and snuck into the castle. The last thing she wants is someone interrogating her.
When she finally arrived at the Godswoods, it's as her brother said. There is their so-called Uncle, sitting in his wheelchair and staring at the sacred tree. She can't see if he is in another vision since he has his back turned, but one thing for sure, she needs a talk with him. To see if they have a common ground.
Lya walks towards her uncle, making her presence known as the already melted snow crunches beneath her footings.
And he heard it, "Lyanna."
She didn't answer back, merely walking until she reaches beside him and pulled her hood back. He isn't looking at her, only staring at the tree as if it's a piece of art. Lyanna watches what he's staring at as well, looking at the holy tree. She stayed silent for a while before she speaks to him, "See anything fancy?"
Her uncle took a while to answer, "Just a few glimpses."
Lya looked at him, "Past? Future? Our time?"
He then turned to her, "Present," he looked into her grey eyes. It's as if he can see through her soul, but what does he want to see? The past in their time doesn't matter.
She pursed her lips, "In what in particular?"
"You brought friends with you."
Lya nodded, "Only my parents and Ser Davos know at the moment."
"Ser Brienne and Ser Jaime as well," he added.
Oh, so Rhae has talked to them. She was hoping that Jared would talk about that when the time comes to meet them, but Jon's death had to make them improvise.
She sighed, "We need all the help we could get, either that, or we are finished."
He nodded, "I'm sorry for what happened to your friend, Jon Tarly."
She quirked an eyebrow, "You can feel now?" Lyanna didn't feel any regret saying that. The Three-Eyed Raven made him inhuman, Lya made sure that that side of Bran hears it if that is even possible. But most of all, she wants him to feel that jab she gave him even more, that way, he can feel her anger.
"Yes, I do have to say that thanks to your arrival, the curse seems to dim a bit. But I can still feel that it's trying to get me."
"So, you knew what happened to yourself in our time? How you crowned yourself King and ruined my parent's lives to the point we had no future at all?" she spat. She knew she was being harsh at him, especially this Bran isn't the one responsible for the destruction of their time. But Lya had to make sure that he had that in his mind, there is no second chance after this.
He looked down, she can see the guilt in his eyes, "Yes. Your brother asked me that as well."
She's right, and it seems that Rhae had already implemented this into his head, to make sure that he will never forget that the rightful ruler of Westeros is her father and mother. That the only who will rule Westeros is the Song of Ice and Fire. "Then, how do you plan to defeat your other self?"
He stayed silent for a while, "To be honest, I do not know myself. I am still trying to find out myself, but at the moment, the presence of all of you had something to do with it. I don't understand why, but it does."
How suspicious, she thought, is it because these creatures are afraid of the source of the Lightbringer? She may need to speak to Rhaegar and Lady Kinvara about this. "And what do you feel now?"
"I don't feel them now if that's what you are asking," he answered, "I feel like…. Bran as of the moment."
She nodded, "Well then since we are alone, I want to hear it from you," Lyanna stated firmly, "The day after my mother marched to King's Landing, what is it that you do?"
This time, Lya can see the guilt on his face. She can tell that he's being human this time, and not that straight face Three-Eyed Raven. "I….., I wanted to be King," he finally said, "I saw the madness in your mother's eyes and planted that seed of madness in her."
Lya looked around, making sure no one is here. She then looked back at him, "Go on."
"When that happened, I….my other self whispered into Tyrion's ears to have Jon…," he stutters.
She felt like she wanted to cry, but Lya stayed strong. She needs to make sure that he knows the errors of his other self, ensuring that that personality will never take over him, to have him self-conscious. The daughter of the Prince that was Promised steeled herself, "Keep going."
"To have Jon kill Daenerys," he finally said, pursing his lips. Bran looked up to her, there is sadness in his grey eyes. The pain to relive that moment was palpable.
But Lya didn't care as she clenched her jaws and balled her fist. What does he know of the pain to have a parent murder another and to live with fear? "There's still more, keep going," Lya croaked, she hated herself for giving away a small shaky voice.
"Then….I….. I exiled Jon. Exiled him to the North, never to come back."
Tears are already welling up her eyes, ready to fall at any moment but she held it as much as she could, "And you became King," she finished for him, "Did you see the people as they cope with your reign?"
He nodded, "It was terrible."
"There's something else you did when you learned that my mother was still alive," she growled, "What did you do when you heard that she was alive?"
"I…." Bran stuttered, "I ordered Bron to kill her."
"And indirectly, we have exiled again to the very place no one wants us if it weren't for Ser Davos and Lord Reed," she continued for him. Lya turned to the tree, hoping that he didn't see the tears that spilled onto her cheeks. She took a deep breath to gather her thoughts and sighed to relieve the tension. "Lucky for you, you managed to gain control of your other self while showing my parents the visions of our terrible future. Otherwise, we'd kill you. Again."
He nodded, "And I am grateful that you both are here. Thank you, Lyanna."
She sighed, now that takes care of her god-forsaken uncle. Knowing that he won't do anything stupid as long as her parents are together, they need to find out how to separate their identity without losing the Three-Eyed Raven. As much as she hates him, his powers are quite useful. And if it weren't for him, Winterfell would've been taken over.
"Your brother and my sister have arrived," Bran suddenly said, making her turn to him. "He brought grave news."
"I'll find out from him myself," she swallowed, wiping the tears away so that no one knows that she had been crying. "Good to know you are self-conscious, uncle Bran."
"Thank you, Lyanna," he said, "I'll do everything I can to assist you all."
"Maybe on how to infiltrate King's Landing and kill the Mountain," she muttered, "I'll see you in a bit. Keep our past to yourself. The past is the past, there's no need to mention it to my parents."
He nodded, "Your secret is safe with me," and continued to stare at the trees. Lyanna left him there.
When she reached the Godswood entrance, she stopped and rested her back on the walls, steadying her breathing as she recapped everything she had discussed with her uncle. Although they only discussed the events that happened, it reminded her of what happened after. Their mother's death, their dear mentor's death, their exile, finding her father in a broken state that leads him to his death, the torture at Castle Black, and having no choice but to kill her family members, and having no future at all.
She furiously wiped the remaining tears welling in her eyes and composed herself. Rhaegar doesn't need to know that she had to relive their dreadful future. And at that, she pulled her hood up and quickly walks to find her brother.
When Rhaegar arrived, he thanked the gods that Winterfell is still in one piece. Perhaps he's paranoid that he'll come back to find the castle in rubbles, but he trusts that Lord Reed and her aunt kept the place safe.
Now, is to meet his parents and tell them what he had found. As they trotted, he looked back at Tormund, "Alright, just as we planned. Stick to it, alright?"
He nodded and slapped the back of the 'Lannister' guard, making him yelp in pain and fear, "Ya hear that, fucker? You'll face their judgment!" he roared. The guard had his hands tied back and hung to Tormund's horse as if he is a coat.
Rhaegar began to fear that he should've had that guard hang on to his stallion, but… this is more realistic. A big man keeping guard of the most dangerous House guard of the North. As he held onto his horse's reins, he also held his aunt's stead's while she's away and the three of them and the wolves galloped to Winterfell.
When they arrived, he noticed his sister's dragon had arrived. Good, make things faster. Galloping his way to the castle, although the streets aren't crowded, there are still people watching them strangely, especially when they saw someone being tied and hung on the horse.
Stopping at the castle gates, the guards have begun noticing them but minded their businesses. As usual, Ser Davos is the first to greet them, "You're back, my lad," he peeked to the horses' backs, "But where are the bodies?"
Rhaegar pursed his lips, and dismounted his horse, "We found a spy along the way." As he said that, by-passers began turning their heads to them at the mention of it. Good, let the words spread to panic him. Rhaegar walks to his uncle's horse and pulled the 'Lannister' guard down, making him grunt. Ser Davos followed him and looked to him questioningly.
"It turns out, we have been compromised by this mouse who is working with the Lion queen," he firmly said as he held onto the guard's shirt. "You can take him to the dungeons. Let the Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen decide his fate," The young prince then remembered something, "Oh and….." he whispered to his father's Hand's ear, to let him know what's coming.
Ser Davos then looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. Rhaegar nodded back and patted the Lannister guard's hair twice. Then, the Onion Knight commanded the Northern guards to drag him away.
Give me time, I won't be long. Just hold on, he silently said to 'him'.
"You weren't gone long," Another voice called out to him. Out from the gates comes his dearly beloved sister approaching him.
"I had help," he then turned to his red-head uncle, who is standing behind him, "I knew you are still a great tracker here."
"Bah, young or old, I can still sniff trouble from afar," he hauled triumphally, "Just say the word, and I'll drag his ass to you."
He chuckled, Same old Uncle Tormund.
Rhaegar then faced his sister, "I see you're back as well….. after leaving me behind without any notice," he grumbled at the last part.
"Well, I wasn't the one who stormed out and left us behind," She shot back.
Oof, that hurts, "Right," his violet eyes caught a small strand of tear hanging at the edge of her grey eye. Her eyes look sad behind the wise-crack usual ones as well. Something must've happened. Then he turned to his uncle, "Tormund, thanks for your help. I believe you would want to rest after a long journey."
"Don't worry lad, I am no tired," he laughed, "Small travel. It's nothing."
"I'm sure the meads are prepared already," he muttered to him.
"Ah, yes. Two days without mead, horrible," then the Wildling immediately strides to where his people camp out.
Rhaegar then turned to Ser Davos, "How are their Graces?"
"Her Grace is with a Maester together with Lord Snow," he answered, "They are well."
"Good, do you mind telling the servants to prepare a small snack for us?"
"Of course, young ones," he said sincerely.
Then he turned to his sister, walks behind her and held on both of her shoulders, "In the meantime, I'd like to discuss a few things with my sister," he said playfully to him, that way, he won't raise anything suspicious.
"Of course, my lads, I'll see you in a bit," he smiled and turned to walk away. He took the reins of the stallions and left them to the stables. Ghost followed him.
Rhaegar nodded and lead his sister away from the castle, walking her to the Daenys, who is lazily sleeping at the open field, "Now, you and I need a serious talk since the day you left me."
"You mean since the day you left me?"
"Whatever. Either way, we both went our separate ways," he snarked at her, then he leaned to her ear, "And to a place you know you shouldn't go without me," The prince's voice turned serious when he said that, he can feel her flinch under his hands. He sighed, "Come, let's have a small talk, mandia. You need it."
She nodded and followed her lead, Greywind followed shortly.
When the twins arrive by Daenys, they sat at her side where the dragon's long body can hide them away from Winterfell. Rhaegar pats the white dragon's head, "Make sure no one is around us, alright girl?"
Daenys hooted and continued to lazily rest her head on the ground. She heard me alright, he grumbled sarcastically. Lya sat on the ground and leaned her back on her dragon, her eyes staring up to the skies. Rhaegar followed her line of direction, "It's less gloomy now, is it?" he commented.
"It's less sad than our time, that is, but there is more happiness here," she said, Greywind lied next to her and whined. She stroked his ears.
"Well," he sighed and sat beside her, "can't have one without the other," the eldest son of Jon and Daenerys turned to his sister, "What happened?"
"Nothing happened," she dodged.
"You know what I mean," he shot back, "What happened at Castle Black?"
"Nothing happened, I swear to you," she said.
He is getting a little irritated the way she keeps trying to avoid the inevitable subject. But knowing his sister, she endures everything and cries alone later on. The young prince had been there, and it's not a wonderful moment.
"I can tell that you were upset," he finally said, "Otherwise, you won't agree with me to come here." Lya then looked down and turned away from him. She hugged her legs and remained silent. "Lya, we promised that when we come here, we'll help each other to bring a better future for mother and father. But we won't be able to do that if we can't focus."
She scoffed, "Said the one who stormed out of the prison cell and left us."
Rhaegar scowled, "Fine, that's on me, but," he scooted closer to her, "Lya, I can tell you were upset not too long ago. Please tell me what happened?"
She sighed and leaned forward, putting the weight of her upper body on her elbows standing on her lap, "Nothing happened at Castle Black, I assure you that. Though Muna and Papa are suspicious that I was cooking outside instead of the kitchen."
"How did they react?"
"Papa asked, I dropped the subject," she simply said, "Not sure if they are going to ask again, but I hope not."
He hummed and looked ahead, "Although I agree that they don't need to know what we've been through, but...," he shifted his sitting position, "Now that they are curious, we just need to hope that they won't ask again." She nodded and remained silent again, "Does it still hurt?" he asked.
She shook her head and turned to him, "Does it still hurt?" she asked him back.
He scoffed, "Fair enough, but…. I'm good. Thanks," the twins chucked. Least that's the tension is gone after knowing some shitty information for the past few days.
They remained silent again and watched the horizon. The North they knew was dull, not as lively as this North, but it's a breathtaking view.
"I talked to Uncle Bran," Lya suddenly blurts out, making him turn to her, "I made him confess what his otherself did to Muna and Papa. And all the horrible things that happened because of him."
"Lya, you knew that it's not him."
"Yes, but I had to make sure that he is himself. Not some Three-Eyed Raven bastard. Gods, he could be watching us at this moment."
"Well, let's give him a show for him," he scoots to be at her front, and he holds her hand, "Did he know what happened to our father at our time? The day we found him?"
"I don't know," her voice began to crack, "I only wanted him to admit everything that he did in our time, but...," she trailed off.
He nodded understandingly, "And…. how does that make you feel?"
She looked down and her hair fell, covering her face, "Great at first, but…. Everything comes back…. Papa's sadness, his regret, his cries, his plea to die…." She didn't continue then, he can see the tears are already welling up her eyes again.
He looked down, at their tangled hands and stroked hers, "Old man was truly in a bad state."
She sniffed, "Horrible. The nights were the most terrifying ones, and no matter how hard I want to forget, his screams…."
"Alright, I get it," he immediately pulled her into his arms, stopping her from continuing and just holds her, "I understand, you were with him the most. You helped him when he needs you."
He felt her hand holding onto his arm tightly, "He was begging to be with Muna, Rhae. He wanted to die, and every time he sees me, it only reminded him of her," She sobbed, he can feel the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder already wet.
"I understand, I get it," he hushed and squeezed her tightly, "But you were so brave to do anything for him."
She shook her head, "Not always."
"If you were any braver, you'd be a dragon," he joked a bit, feeling her mouth twitches up. They remained silent like that for a while before he thinks that it's the right moment to bring it up, "I found their bodies." Lya pulled away from him, and he continues, "As Euron said, he gutted like they were fishes. Gods, Jon isn't even in her stomach anymore."
Her red grey eyes looked at him sadly, "Oh Rhae, I'm so sorry you had to see them like that."
He rested his forehead on her shoulder, "They didn't deserve it. They should be with us until the end. It's not even the Long Night yet and they…"
Lya wrapped her arms around his torso, "It's not your fault. We did what we could, there's nothing that we could've done," he stroked his hair, the way his mother does when he was a child, "Euron and Cersei will pay for what they've done," she stated.
He nodded and continues to hold onto her, "What a pair we are, mandia."
She scoffed, "You are a mood killer."
He chuckled and stayed where he is, "Least you are not upset anymore," he blurted. He didn't regret what he said, even though it sounds like they are an old married couple. But seeing his sister upset is the last thing he wants to see, especially when they are here to change their sad future.
"Thanks," then he felt her pushing him away, "Now get away from me."
He pouted, "You are mean." Rhaegar found that her cheeks turned red, making her look adorable at that state.
"Says the man who managed to break Euron's nose with his bare hands. Twice," she crossed her arms and looked the other way.
He chuckled, "Come on," he stood up, "We need to get back to our parents before they send an army again to look for us." The young prince offers her his hand and she took it, pulling her up. "You good?"
"Better," she smiled at him.
Rhaegar blinked and stared at her eyes. He never noticed that her eyes are this grey, and the way she smiles is much livelier. Is it because she is now reunited with their mother and father?
"Emm, Rhae, you are staring at me," she looked away shyly, her cheeks turned to shades of red.
"Oh," he stuttered and cleared his throat, "Shall we?"
His other twin nodded, and they walked back to the castle in silence.
Without them noticing, as they walked away, the white dragon has been watching their interaction the entire time. These two are idiots, Daenys thought and she continued to nap.
But as the white dragon was about to fall asleep, she heard the black dragon's call.
"That's impossible," Sansa exclaimed, "Why would Father lie to us?"
"He didn't," Jon said sadly. He didn't mean to make her upset, but as they always say, the truth is never easy. "Father…or should I say, uncle changed my name to keep me safe. This name you know now is an alias."
"So," his sister looked mortified, "Who are you then? Are you even my brother anymore?"
He knelt in front of her and took her hands into his, "Sansa, no matter what happens, you will always be my sister," he reassured, "But right now, I am telling you that I am not the bastard son of Ned Stark, Jon Snow, but the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, our aunt, Aegon Targaryen. And that is the truth."
"That can't be…"
He looked down, "I didn't want to believe it at first. It was hard to believe but, I read the letters, Bran's visions and Sam's findings on the documents, and the arrival of the twins, all of this is true."
"How long have you known this?"
"Before the Long Night," he confessed.
She turned to Dany, "And how long have you known?"
"The night before the undead attacked," Dany admits, "No one else knows about this but us."
"And I intend to reveal the truth during the meeting, but right now, I want you to know it first."
Sansa furrowed her brows and turned to Jon again, "You had months to tell me this, and you never did?"
Jon stood up, "There wasn't the right moment to say. I'm sorry for not saying anything to you."
Sansa's eyes are shocked at this revelation, "And these dragon eggs, if it weren't for them, when do you plan to tell me?"
Dany began to scoot next to her as much as she can, "Jon was trying to find a way to tell you, Sansa. But with situation this dire, there wasn't the best moment but now."
His sister stayed silent, trying to take in the information he just said. Jon and Dany didn't dare to say anything to her again until she suddenly stood up, "Forgive me, but please pardon me," and before Jon could even say 'yes', she quickly rushed out of his chambers.
As she was about to open the door, it appears that someone else on the other side beats her to it, revealing to be their twins. Rhaegar is at her front and he blinked at the sight of his aunt, "Oh, hello-"
But Sansa strides pass him, not letting him greet her. He quirked his eyebrow like his mother, "Rude," he commented. He then walks in and Lya followed. His son watches them all, "What just happened?"
Jon closed his eyes and sat beside Dany. He feels her arms snaking around his, "I told the truth to Sansa."
Lya walks towards them and sat on the chair, "And I suppose she didn't take it well?"
He looked up at his daughter, she looks so much like Dany. Jon never thought that he and she could create such beautiful children, "Aye, she…. had a lot to take in, but she's going to have to accept that fact sooner or later."
"She just needs time, my love," Dany reassures him, squeezing his arm.
Rhaegar hummed and walks to his father, he gave him a pout, "How is it that you always manage to break every woman's heart every time you reveal your true intentions?"
Sorry for the long wait, was confused about how to structure these for a while. Now here it is!
Yea, sorry for not having a lot of turning points but I want to make sure that it covers everything for the future. It's all moments of truth mostly.
Jared and Jon in disguise was a fun small 'montage'.
I know I said that I don't want Lya and Rhae to be like a couple, but I can't help but love their banters that makes them like an old married couple XD Let's see how it goes later on.
Ooo I see something going on with the black and white dragon :D
Thanks for reading!
Claire