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"How is he?" asked Aegon, worried. When they finally found Jon after his escape from the throne room, the boy has been in a frankly horrible condition. The crying hadn´t receded a bit and was muttering incoherencies like a madman, the very same thing House Targaryen was famous for producing. Anyone who see him now would blame his blood for his current condition. But his brother and aunt knew it was not. What caused this temporary lapsus was the insensible idiots from the Riverlands that just barged in on them.

"Sedated by now" the half maester answered, frowning. "He should be better when he wakes up, but emotionally… I don´t think he is going to be very okay. The boy is strong, but recently he had only received blow after blow and there is a limit to what a person could take in such a short time."

"Then he overdid it?" the king raised an eyebrow. He knew that his brother just passed through a lot, but that was no reason to have the breakdown he just had.

"In a way" his old friend answered in a clearly sarcastic tone. "If you recently found out that your father is not your father, everything that you know about you is fake, being sent to a hellish freezing place by a bitch of a step mother, aunt, whatever Catelyn Stark actually is, meeting new family, being separated from the other one, participating in a war, and then being told in the most insensible way in the world that two of your younger brothers are dead by the hands of someone you grew up with… don´t you think that anyone with the minimum level of sensibility would suffer from an emotion overdrive?"

"Point taken" the king conceded, now angry, walking towards the Throne room, where his hand currently was, attending to matters of the city while he and Daenerys worry over Jaeherys. When he found Catelyn Stark he was going to… "Lord Connington, I want to talk to you. It´s about the prisoners of the Riverlands we currently have in the dungeons."

"If you want to torture them, burn them, hang them or any other kind of lethal treatment, you can forget about it. They are too valuable to end up dead so soon."

"Really? A pair of knights from the Riverlands?"

"They are the captain of the guard and master at arms of Riverrun, and so they can give us valuable information about the castle. Enough to know how to take it from Tully hands" Aegon continued to stare at him with anger. "Come on, Aegon, your brother is going to get better soon. To have survived in the cold of the North, he had to be strong."

"You saw him when we found him in the solar, Griff, he was anything but okay" the king frowned. "That´s why I want to have a few words with our… guests before the Unsullied breaks them."

"The Unsullied are not torturing him" explained the Hand, lifting himself from the throne to give it to Aegon. "I left Duckfield with them, hoping his incessant talking to do the work for them. Or to drive them to insanity, whichever happens first."

"Fine way to extract information, Lord Connington" the Targaryen sat, sighing before practically crumbling over his throne. "It´s just that… I spend all my life believing myself an only child or at least the only one alive. And now, not I had a little brother and couldn´t protect him for the short time I have known him. What kind of brother am I, Griff? I barely know him and couldn´t protect him…"

"You are barely learning" the Griffin said, trying to soothe him. "Look, that you didn´t know him it´s not your fault, it´s mine… and a little bit of Lemore´s, because she didn´t tell me about him. But, what I´m trying to say is that… you can´t learn to be a big brother in a few days, it´s a lifetime of learning which teaches you that… or at least a few months." The redhead shrugged. "What I´m trying to say, it´s that you should give it time. Soon you are going to be as close as if you spend a lifetime together."

"Really?"

"Really" the Hand nodded. "Look, when Viserys was born, Rhaegar also went through a phase when he was sulking about not knowing how to be a big brother after so many dead ones. I usually offered a shoulder to lean in most of the time and the babe since little show to be an insufferable little shit, but… give it time, it´s the only thing I have to say." Aegon looked at the doors with an angered expression. He didn´t want to give it time. "And if after the petitions you want to give the Riverlanders a visit…"

"Next one! And make it quick!"

-In the dungeons-

"And then he told me my name was ridiculous… Ridiculous! What a jackass!" Desmond and Robyn were about to claw their ears out. "He should at least say silly, not ridiculous. What kind of mismatched word is ridiculous?" the prisoners grunted. "And what does Duckfield had from ridiculous? I was knighted in a fucking field of ducks… Of course I would take a name to honour that place!"

"For the Seven, can you stop talking?" asked Grell, already wanting to bang his head against the wall. "How can you talk for three hours straight? It shouldn´t be humanly possible! There is no possible way that…" the door opened and the young king of Astapor entered the dungeons, followed by his Hand. "Oh, thank you"

"Your Grace" the knight bowed.

"Rest, Duck, I will need your services later" said Aegon, enjoying the grateful look from the two knights. "Don´t worry, these… fine gentlemen will be honoured to keep you company after I finished with them. For a few hours" their expression turned into horror, making the Targaryen smirk. "Go now, guard the door if you like."

"As my king orders" he said before exiting.

"You are sick, Targaryen! I knew you were all a bunch of madmen, but I never realised how much!" screamed Robin Ridger, with his hands on the bars. "We should be grateful Westeros is not Astapor…"

"Woow, great words for someone who broke his oaths to his king. Should I expect a speech like this from all the former rebels?" he shook his head. "I´m not here to hear you tell me how much of a madman I am. I just want to ask you about your reasons to be here" he suddenly went serious. "You said you were sent by Lady Catelyn Stark to bring justice to… Jon Snow, who currently is in my entourage."

"As if the bastard would conform with whatever palace you gave him in Astapor. They are wicked and greedy creatures, he surely wants Winterfell and we are not about to let King Robb be usurped for a second time by…"

"He is my brother"

"What?" Desmond and Robin were equally surprised by the revelation. So much that they forgot to act defiant before the King of Astapor. "With all due respect, your Grace, there is no way Eddard Stark´s bastard could be your…"

"Well, you are correct in that, for he is my half-brother. And the late Lord Stark was not his father, but his uncle. An uncle that knew that if his nephew was discovered, he would face the same fate as our sister at the hands of a man he considered a friend" Aegon breathed in. "My brother´s true name is Jaeherys Targaryen, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."

"That…"

"Is very possible. In fact, my septa, who was present on Starfall at the moment Lord Stark arrived with his sister´s babe, confirmed his identity" he took a moment to savour the men´s astonishment at the revelation. "We Targaryen might be madmen, but we stick with the family, Sers. And you just hurt a member of my family."

"And what other proof do you have of his identity?" asked Robin, frowning. The history was improbable… but he knew Lord Stark. He was an honourable man, a good man, and, had he found his sister with a child on her bosom when he raided the Tower of Joy, he wouldn´t dare to become a kinslayer by handing his nephew to Robert. He would have hidden the child, then sent him away somewhere, to an Order who foreswear titles and lands. Like the Night´s Watch or the Faith. "If it´s only his word…"

"One of my aunt´s dragons is bonded with him, Ser, there is no doubt of his identity" continued the king, finding a place to sit down. "Coming back to your news hurting him so much that he ran out of the Throne room…"

"He is a Deserter of the Night´s Watch"

"A recruit kidnapped from the Night´s Watch" Aegon corrected again. "You see, the Warlocks of Qarth had the strange believe that consuming the flesh of the last remaining members of House Targaryen would give them magic, so made a great effort to collect us all" he stopped for a second to breathe. "Now, I don´t know how they found us out, as I was deemed dead at the records and he was legally never born… I don´t know, perhaps there are records about us somewhere…"

"Even if he was" Rigger coughed once before continuing, hoping to have some water. "take by force, he should have returned to the Watch as soon as he was freed. His decision to stay with his Grace makes him a deserter…"

"I freed him from his vows, so he is free. And, Ser, you should keep your mouth shut before I decide to remove it permanently" threatened Aegon, glaring at the man. "But enough of this nonsenses. What I really want to know is what the Tullys have against my brother and why did they go to such extents to make sure he was dead" he joined his hands, awaiting for an answer that the knights seemed to be renitent to give him. "Then I guess a few more days in our dungeons with Ser Rolly and other companions will be in order for you."

"Your Grace, you must know that a knight´s honour keeps him from revealing his liege´s secrets, specially one so beloved as House Tully of Riverrun" Desmond Grell said, talking for the first time in a while.

"Oh? Then your honour is going to get you out of here? Don´t test me, Sers, I don´t have patience for people that harm my family" he turned around and walked away, followed by Connington. Rolly Duckfield shrugged when he saw them getting out even more angered than before and prepared to go inside to continue with his monologue, an activity he knew could turn people crazy. But before he could, Aegon looked straight to him and stopped the knight. "Close the door" the other did. "What do you know about this Tullys?"

"Your Grace" Lord Connington got in that instant. "I believe me or the half master would be better suited to educate you about one of Great Houses of Westeros…"

"No, that´s not what I want to know. I don´t know how to explain, but…" he licked his lips once before continuing. "this family seemed to have taken great offence at my brother´s decision to get on with his life. So much that despite him being at a reasonable distance from them, they sent two of their knights to get rid of him." he looked at Rolly again. "I know it was you who took Jaeherys to his room when we got drunk and want to know if he disclosed some information while in that state."

"Well…" the duck knight coughed, not sure how to approach the topic without inciting the king´s anger. He looked to Jon for help, who quickly caught the message and proposed to move to the solar for the talk, to speak freely with some good Dornish wine. The stormlander agreed, taking his surrogate son by the arms and putting half the castle between him and the Riverlanders. He even poured some wine for the three, making sure Aegon knew that cup was the ONLY one he would get. "It´s a delicate situation"

"I´m aware" the boy said, putting his half blue, half silver hair away from his face. He would need to die it soon, he realised. "If not, he would speak freely about it. As he does with the rest of his surrogate family."

"Yes, you are right" Duckfield coughed again, trying to find gentle words to explain the situation to his king. "The thing is Lord Eddard named him his bastard to allow him to continue living in Westeros despite being a Targaryen. It was a clever plan if don´t take into a account some facts like the embarrassment of bastardy in all Westeros and how women usually reacted to their husband´s by blows. And, well… Lord Eddard´s lady wife is a Tully."

"Then… the Tully´s sent those two knights after my brother because a lady from their house threw a tantrum over her husband having a bastard?"

"Something like that, but… it´s more serious than that" Connington got into the conversation. "Meanwhile is usual for men to have bastards, especially during war, it´s not as usual for them to bring them home to raise alongside trueborn children. Besides, bastards are an affront to the wife and having him paraded in front of her face daily even worse. It was probably taken as an affront against all House Tully."

"And not just that" Rolly added when the stormlander finished. "From what I heard, the woman enjoyed mistreating him. She openly told him he was inferior to her children in everything and belittled him every chance she got. She even managed to make his uncle send him to the Night´s Watch because she didn´t want to have him in Winterfell while Lord Stark was in the capitol."

"He told me he was sent there because he caused a war…"

"That´s just plain stupid" Jon said, grabbing another cup of wine. He had a lot of work to do with the prince, beginning with making him recover the confidence and self-steam that wicked trout practically beat out of him. "The one that began the war was Aerys, burning the Starks, and, of course, Lyanna and Rhaegar helped a bit, but he is innocent. He shouldn´t even think himself guilty for that."

"That damn trout probably had that ingrained in his brain"

"What?"

"That he has the guilt for everything bad that happens around him because he is a bastard. I´m sorry to say that, but it´s the way of Westeros" the king was suddenly very interested, asking for answers with his eyes. "The Faith of the Seven paints bastards as wicked creatures of lust and sin that would stop at nothing to satisfy their greed and get the rightful heritage of their trueborn siblings."

"Septa Lemore taught me very different views about bastardy in our lessons" the king said, putting his hands on his lap. Just to what kind of torture had Jaeherys been exposed to? And more important, by whom? The Tully woman, obviously, but was there someone else…

"Your Grace… about your lessons with the Septa, you need to understand that not all the zones of Westeros share those views. Dorne is more accepting, followed by the North… to some point. The Riverlands and the Reach are the most intolerant because of the religious influence on the zone and the piety of their inhabitants. And, as the Lady of Winterfell comes from the Riverlands…"

"I understand" he finally said, reaching for his glass and emptying it on one gulp. "Dammit, we should have done something before. No matter, we need to do something now" he turned to Connington, who was of the same opinion. "I was thinking about giving him Yunkai to rule… or Meereen, but I thought Daenerys would like that city more."

"Aegon, the boy needs much more than that. He has the education, but has lived as a bastard so long that…"

"He needs to start feeling like the prince he is" Rolly summarized everything. "Beginning with believing himself worth of everything he has got."

"Hummmmm… maybe… yes, that will do" Aegon talked to himself, smiling when he saw his plan come into fruition. Of course, putting Jon in front of the negotiations for the Yunkai campaign was the best way to make him realise his worth. He knew that it was also dangerous, but he would have Viserion with him and enough Unsullied to take the city by force. What could go wrong?

-Meanwhile-

"Ahhhhh…" Jon woke up on his bed, feeling his head swimming. He couldn´t remember… oh, yes, he completely lost it when he heard that Bran and Rickon died at the hands of Theon Greyjoy, a boy he had meet since they were little. The same that taught Bran how to wield a bow and teased him on the training yard despite being completely inferior at swordfighting. Theon fucking Greyjoy. He knew that the lad wasn´t the most moral person in the world, they were not even friends or even good companions, but he still had some trouble reconciling the sassy boy that laughed with Robb in Winterfell with his little brothers´ murderer.

"My prince" Mossador said when he finally got the strength and stability to get out of the room. He wondered for a second what in the Seven Hells Aegon´s master had drugged him with, but considering his state of hysterics at the moment of the drugging, he wouldn´t be surprised if it was a little stronger than the man first intended to give to him.

"Do you know where Aegon keeps the captives, Mossador?" his personal bodyguard nodded, guiding him to the dungeons. There, Ser Robin and Ser Desmond were enjoying a moment of peace while Rolly went to the kitchens to find something to drink. The two knights straightened when they heard the door opening, only to find themselves face to face with the Bastard of Winterfell. "Sers"

"Bastard" Rigger answered, glaring at him. "Or it´s prince now?"

"My prince…" the Unsullied said, detecting the hostility in the riverlander´s voice. He was about to put himself between the men and his prince when he raised a hand.

"Peace, Mossador" said the boy, stopping him. "I need to talk with the good Sers for a moment if it´s not much trouble. Don´t worry about their words, they can´t hurt me behind those bars" the man nodded, but kept his eyes on the foreigners. "Sers, you mentioned before that you were sent by my aunt´s, Lady Catelyn, family. To deliver me the punishment for desertion, I believe you said."

"Yes, that was our objective" the man answered, eyeing him with carefulness. He didn´t care what the Targaryens said or believe, the boy in front of him was still a bastard and a dishonour for his lady. "What? Are you here to hand yourself over?"

"No. I´m here to explain that I´m not a deserter, the wizards of Qarth…"

"Yes, they kidnapped you, that boy that fancies himself King of Astapor already gave us an explanation. At least, if the warlocks have eaten you, you would have an excuse to remain in Essos" added Ser Robin in a mocking tone. "You are not here to hear about the lady Catelyn, no? Why are you really here, bastard?"

"I want to know if what you said before was true" he breathed in, hoping to be able to stand it without collapsing again. "Were my little brothers really murdered by Theon Greyjoy, a boy I grew up with, Robb´s best friend while growing up?"

"Yes, he was" his hearth shattered again, but he managed to keep himself straight, even with the tears flowing down his cheeks. "Why? Are you not happy that they died? Did you want to kill them yourself when you took over Winterfell?"

"No, I only wish I was there to protect them" he continued crying, touching the bars. "I thank you, Sers, for giving me the news. I don´t know what Lady Catelyn told you about the ungrateful Bastard of Winterfell, but I am not what she painted me as" he turned around. "And, if you excuse me, I have to pray for my sibling´s safe passing. Good day."

Robin Rigger and Desmond Grell saw him leave, wondering if their lady had actually committed a mistake with the boy. Such sincere tears of grief he was shredding for the dead Stark children… Perhaps… all her fears were products of her imagination and this boy wasn´t as bad. Just perhaps.

And... what do you think? Jon is grieving and Aegon is trying to boast his confidence. How do you think he should do in the Yunkai campaing? Well, we reached a point in where perhaps a few points of view from the ones in Westeros is in order. do you want to hear what Robb and Catelyn or perhaps the Martells are doing now? Review!