Sansa didn't remember much about Old Nan, but one of the older women's teachings never escaped her mind. It was the one that Old Nan repeated often, and her mother just laughed at. It went something like there are moments in everyone's life when you believe everything would go in the way you had thought of, and then something drops out of nowhere, disrupting everything. As she watched, the carnage that was happening in front of her showed the true meaning of those words.
Once her half-brother's army had advanced far enough, she had sent the boy Littlefinger had left with her with a message to the Knights of Vale that were waiting some distance away. Modifying the plan that Littlefinger had suggested, she had decided to send in the Vale Army only when it was clear that both Jon and Rickon were dead. Sending them earlier might save them, which was a risk she could not take. She had to be the Queen, and Jon and Rickon were the only obstructions in her way. When Rickon died, she expected to feel some hurt or anger, but there was nothing. She had never been close with her youngest brother and didn't even remember his face clearly. All those thoughts left her mind as she saw Jon charge towards the Bolton army alone. His half-brother's men were also moving forward, but they were too far away. When Jon's horse fell down, her heart lurched. The urge to send in the knights now waiting beside her surged like a wave, but she controlled herself. This was not the time to be emotional. As the Bolton men came closer and close to her last living brother, she started hearing a thundering voice. For a few moments, she thought it was her own heart, then, one of the Knights standing beside her pointed towards the East of the battle in front of them.
She had to blink her eyes multiple times before she was sure the men charging towards the Bolton army were not an imagination. It did not help that everything inside her was refusing to believe that there were three large figures were flying above them, three dragons. Even those doubts flew away a few moments later when the Green Dragon laid a line of fire just in front of her half-brother, saving him from certain death. The pace at which things had changed made her temporarily lose control, and a curse slipped her mouth. She had no idea that both Littlefinger and Lord Royce had heard it. Both the men wondered what the anger was for before focusing back on what was going in front of them. A shiver ran through the Vale Lords on seeing the famed Dothraki charge as it hit the flanks of the Bolton army. The men of House Bolton couldn't hold them back and fell away. The cavalry, which had been holding behind the infantry, was the next to suffer as fire engulfed them where they were standing. It was like looking at a type of dance, with three dragons burning the combined Bolton, Karstark, and Umber army to ashes from three different directions.
When one of the Dragons, which was black in color, turned around a little ahead of them, hundreds of gasps and curses filled the air, for it was clear that a woman was riding that Dragon, a woman with silver hair. Sansa turned to look at the little finger, but the pale man was trembling on his horse.
"Targaryens." came a pained cry from one of Vale Lords standing beside her. She wanted to refute it, but nothing came from her. Her eyes were drawn towards one of the Dragons. It had landed near her half-brother and was being ridden by a dark-haired woman. There was no need for anyone to identify the man with white armor who stepped out from behind the beast, for she could never forget the face of one of the men who had stood by as Joffrey had hit her. Men with spears soon surrounded the beast and her brother as the Dragon rider slid off. When the woman embraced her brother after a few moments, everything turned black for her.
While Sansa was being helped off her horse, Jon Snow had frozen in his place. The woman had called him Brother, and he was sure that Arya could never look like her. He pushed her away, not noticing the hurt expression on her face.
"I apologize, My Lady. You have mistaken me..."
"You are Jon Snow, right."
"Aye."
"Then you are my blood. I have proof of it, Jon Snow."
He still refused to believe her.
"Lord Stark would..."
"Eddard Stark is not my father, Jon."
If Lord Stark was not her father, then there was only one way she could be his sister, but that thought was also proven wrong by the woman.
"We had different mothers too, Jon Snow, but we can discuss it later. There is a battle that's left to finish."
Her words brought his attention back to things that were going around. Longclaw came back out as he started moving towards the rest of the Bolton army, but before he could take more than three steps, something grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. He looked in the eyes of the woman who was staring at him with anger.
"You are not going to fight, Jon Snow. Our men will take care of everything."
He shook his head.
"Ramsay killed my brother, My lady. He is going to die by hand."
She gritted her teeth before barking at the soldiers around them in an unfamiliar language. Immediately, they formed around him as Ser Barristan walked next to him.
"Go, princess, I will make sure he is safe."
The woman, who was apparently a princess, nodded before looking at him.
"If you did in there, I am going to kill you, brother, remember that."
With that, she turned around and ran towards the Dragon. He looked at the older Knight, who was looking amused despite the death and destruction around them.
"Is she sane?"
A smile came upon the Knight's face as he drew his own sword.
"None of us are sure. Shall we?"
He nodded and started running towards the castle, the older Knight and the spearmen keeping pace with him. As they moved, every man that was in their path died quickly. The unsullied killed without even stopping while Ser Barristan's swordwork made him lose concentration more than a few times. He was thinking about calling Wun Wun to break down the closed gates, but as they neared the walls, the green Dragon swooped down from above them and blew the entire structure apart. Even though the heat was intense, a glimpse of Ramsay standing inside was enough for him to run through the fire. At the same time, Ser Barristan hesitated for a moment, the unsullied charged along with him, taking more than a few arrows directed towards him on their shields. He picked up a shield lying in front of him to stop Ramsay's arrows as he charged towards him. Soon the Bolton bastard was lying beneath him as he started punching with everything he had. All the anger, frustration, irritation that he had been suppressing came out as he continued punching into the bloody mess. By the time he stopped, his own hands were a mess, but Ramsay's head had been flattened. The silence around made him look up, just to see a large number of men who had been watching him kill Ramsay, all with varied expression. With a bit of effort, he stood up and signaled some Northern soldiers to take the body away. Giving another group of men and Ser Davos a few instructions, he turned to look at the three people who had been waiting for him. While the woman, who was supposed to be his sister, was talking to Ser Barristan, the other two, who were clearly of Valyrian blood given their hair, were still staring at him. Ser Davos joined him as he walked towards them.
Without any command, the men surrounding them moved aside as he approached.
"So you are Jon Snow.", The man commented, his eyes flickering from his to Ser Davos.
"Aye. May I know who you are, My Lord, My Ladies?"
"I am not a Lord, Jon Snow, at least no yet. My name is Aegon Targaryen, my wife Daenerys Targaryen, and finally, my sister, whom you have already met, Rhaenys Targaryen."
The words were spoken in a murmur, but they hit him like a physical force. He unconsciously took a step back, checking all three of them.
"No, that's not possible. Rhaegar's..."
"Survived the sack. Our Grandmother still had some trusted men inside the city when Lannister's men broke through. Our mother sent both of us away, and replacements were brought in for the time. It's just that no one had any idea what Tywin Lannister would do."
"Oh" was the only thing that escaped his mouth. The woman who was introduced as Daenerys Targaryen spoke up next.
"Would you mind stepping close to us, Lord Snow? There is something that we need to confirm."
He was confused for a moment before the black-haired woman's words came back to him. It didn't take him too long after that to everything. If Rhaenys and Aegon believed him to be his brother, then there was only one woman who could be his mother, Lyanna Stark. Eddard Stark had lied to him, was the only thing that kept hounding in his mind as he fell on his knees.
Aegon Targaryen had seen a lot of things in his life till now, but nothing had ever affected him as much as watching his brother beat a man to death with his hands. The rage and the power were as unnatural as it was familiar. He had stepped forward to stop him, but his wife had held him back. She pointed towards all the men that too were watching, and only a few faces held something other than respect and agreement. Even the Dothraki and the soldiers of Golden company were watching it with interest, which was not a bad thing. If their men respected his brother, it would be easier to integrate him into their lives. Once the man's face had turned into a bloody mess, his brother stood up and let other men take the body away. Unexpectedly, he started walking towards them after talking to a few more soldiers and an older man. The unsullied stepped aside as he walked in, sparing a single glance as they formed behind him. Rhaneys had informed them about their meeting, so when Daenerys told him to step forward to confirm what Varys had told, his brother stiffened his place. Somehow, he knew that Jon Snow had guessed about his birth. After a few agonizing moments, tears appeared in his brother's eyes as he fell forward on his knees. Drogon sniffed at him from a distance before his wife nodded at them. It was confirmed, Jon Snow had the blood of Dragon, and he was his brother. They all stared at each other, none of them having any idea about what to do. Daenerys had just started moving forward when a growl came from one side. They all turned and were amazed to see a large wolf growling at the unsullied that stood in front of him. The Dragons started to stir behind them, but the Wolf ignored them after glancing at them once. The action was so familiar that he spoke up immediately, remembering what Varys had told them a few days earlier.
"Let him come."
When Daenerys looked at him with questioning eyes, he answered.
"It's Ghost, his dire wolf."
His wife looked at the Wolf for a few moments before speaking to the unsullied. The white Wolf stepped inside the circle and walked towards Jon, who raised his hands to embrace the beast without even looking up. When there was no movement from both of them, Rhaenys grunted and walked towards them. She got his attention by pulling his shoulders and then apologized to him. The reason became clear a moment later as she knocked him out using a dagger, ignoring the large Wolf who was now growling at her.
"Hush, he needs rest, not crying sitting in mud."
With that, she lifted her hand towards the Wolf. The Unsullied, who had tensed, relaxed as the Wolf started licking her hands. Rhaenys then commanded them to pick him up and take him to their camp. Daenerys began to object, but Rhaenys overrode everything, telling them that she knew it was the correct course. Surprisingly, no one other than a large red-haired man tried to stop them, but even he stepped aside at the sight of Ghost, who was walking along the soldiers carrying his brother. His respect for the Unsullied increased after seeing how they easily walked along with the giant Wolf while other soldiers kept their distance.
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