N7: The Isle of faces has weirwoods

Guest: If you mean will Arya go to become an assassin, sorry no.

Jean d'arc: Robb understands, but his brother doesn't really care. Sansa may not have hated Jon like Catelyn, but that doesn't mean he was her 'beloved brother' either. Remember, she tried to emulate her mother's ways. Finally, Ned was still a paragon of virtue. Sansa knows that.

RickonJon: You never know

Robobrain: Robb doesn't want to lose his brother to madness, thats what he's thinking

Jaeheron sat by his campfire and stoked it. The long iron poker was useful since he wasn't like his pure Targaryen family: he wasn't flame resistant. He'd learned that in his old life. He still remembered saving Commander Mormont from a wight with a lamp. Remembering that made him think of his methods of forcing his former brotherhood let the free folk through the Wall. While Allister Thorne had pissed the pants he had when Jaeheron told the Watch who he really was, that didn't stop him from objecting to letting their old enemies into the North. Commander Mormont and Maester Aemon (who had practically crushed the air out of Jaeheron when he hugged him upon learning who he was) were open to the idea, but the rest of the Watch staunchly refused. In the end, Jaeheron had to tell them that it wasn't him who was telling them to let the free folk through, it was Rhaegal. That ended all debate, though it was clear that the Commander who took Jaeheron under his wing was disappointed with his methods.

The free folk on the other hand had come to practically worship him. Tormund had, like Aemon, almost constricted him like a python from Sothoryos when he hugged him. The free folk women also now saw him as a sex symbol. Val had insisted on coming with him and Ygritte to find Rickon and Bran, and it quickly became clear that she was trying to keep Jaeheron as close as possible so she could steal him. The number of fights she had with Ygritte had been so high he lost count. In the end, Jaeheron had to outright throw off the constant advances of the free folk woman with the knowledge that his heart belonged to another.

His thoughts were interrupted rather roughly. Rhaegal nearly knocked him down using his head to try to nudge him, demanding attention. Jaeheron smiled and turned to pet his snout.

"Sorry Rhaegal. I haven't given you much attention lately."

Rhaegal purred at the stroking, much like cats often would do when pet. It also reminded him of Ghost. Jaeheron had wanted to bring the direwolf south, but there was no realistic way to keep him, Summer or Shaggydog on Rhaegal for any flight. At best, they'd fall off and get hurt. At worst, it would result in them falling to their deaths.

It dawned on him that this is no doubt how Daenerys would interact with the dragons. If he remembered correctly, the ones she had were still small. He wondered what they were like when they had been hatchlings. If he saw them then, would he find them to be adorable? There was no doubt Daenerys did.

"Daenerys." Thinking of her brought about new sadness. His love, his queen, his aunt. He wished he hadn't let that come between the two of them last time. His Stark ancestors had married uncle to niece or aunt to nephew before. It wasn't incest, so why had he found it so disgusting at the time. Sometimes he wanted to confront his 'younger' self and knock him senseless for letting their relation start the process that destroyed them both. He also should have listened to Daenerys. Telling his sisters had been a huge mistake. Arya hadn't cared, but Sansa...

Rhaegal let out a cry. Jaeheron noticed it was of sadness, no doubt it was triggered by his thinking of Daenerys.

"I know boy. I miss her too."


That night, he dreamed of what he'd done to Ramsay.

"Brother! Look!"

Rickon shouted from behind him. Turning his head, he saw where Rickon pointed: there was a figure trying to hide behind a pile of crates in the courtyard of the Dreadfort. Even from this distance, he could recognize his old enemy. He was going to enjoy this.

"Rhaegal!" The mental command through their bond was enough. The dragon 'hopped' down from the wall. Getting on all fours, he lowered himself.

Jaeheron turned to Rickon and Bran. "Stay here. I'll be back soon."

After dismounting Rhaegal, Jaeheron made his way to the crates. "Come out, bastard! Your cowardness won't help you!"

Amazingly, Ramsay did so. Slowly, he came out and stood in front of the one whose dragon had wiped out his garrison. Glancing around at the ashes that used to be the guards of House Bolton, he turned back to Jaeheron. "Who... who are you?"

"You know me as Jon Snow. I've come to make you answer for your crimes."

Quickly drawing his sword, he sliced Ramsay's leg. The sick young man fell screaming. Much like he did with Lord Karstark, Jaeheron dragged the enemy of his house to Rhaegal. Unlike last time he fed someone to Rhaegal, there was no dragonfire: Rhaegal just ate Ramsay, alive.

Rickon looked down eagerly. Honestly, Jaeheron was starting to worry about him. Living with Osha and seeing him threaten or kill the people they came across had started to give Rickon a welcoming attitude to violence. Jaeheron may have decided to be a dragon this time, but he didn't want Rickon to turn out like that.

"Where to next?" Rickon called down to him.

Jaeheron looked at Bran, who was sitting further back near one of Rhaegal's spines. "Bran, is Theon here?"

Bran nodded, ignoring Rickon's gasp. Jaeheron turned back to Rickon. "Stay here. I still have more to do."

With Bran mentally guiding him, he walked through the Bolton home castle. Making his way through the dungeons, he found the cell Theon was in. Jaeheron was slightly taken aback: Theon was nothing like he expected. The torture Ramsay inflicted upon his uncle's ward was so much worse than he thought it had been. This was not the redeemed man who fought to the death to protect Bran from the Night's King. This was a wreck, there was no way to frame Theon otherwise.

"Theon."

Theon didn't even respond. Jaeheron unlocked the cell and entered. He pulled his old 'friend' to his feet. Theon was rambling, something about a 'reek.' Jaeheron quickly decided to bring him to Aemon. The Night's Watch would no doubt be upset that they would see him again, but they would not have a choice. Rhaegal would no doubt cow them into submission yet again. Besides, Aemon never had the attitude of the rest of the Watch: anyone who was hurt, he and his assistants would help.

Gathering food and water skins, he took Theon out of the Dreadfort. Nearby, he saw something that both amused him and grossed him out: Ramsay was laying in a pool of digestive juices, having been thrown up by Rhaegal. Maybe Ramsay was too sick for him.


From the air, he could see the smoke from last night's campfires. Rhaegal seemed eager for a fight. Jaeheron was right there with him. Bran had told him there was someone with the enemy that he wanted to find: Gregor Clegane. Warging into Rhaegal's mind, he saw the banners of the Lannisters. He smiled to himself.

Rhaegal dove down, heading straight at the camps. They continued to dive until they were fifty or so feet from the camps.

"Dracarys!"

Rhaegal released a blast upon the enemy. Tents were turned to ashes instantly. Cries of agony were released into the air. The stream of dragonfire also slowed their descent, so they didn't crash into the ground. Gliding over the camps, Rhaegal continued to loose blast after blast of dragonfire upon Lannister tents and men. Jaeheron felt his dragonblood, now fully unlocked, flow. While he wasn't eager for killing, he was more than willing to do so now.

It didn't take long for the battle, if it could be called that, to come to an end. Soon the few Lannisters who had been on the edge of the camps had scattered into the nearby woods. Jaeheron chose not to pursue them: that would mean destroying the woods as well. The Riverlands had suffered enough indiscriminate destruction at the behest of Tywin's pride for him and Rhaegal to start a wildfire. Instead, he turned his attention to the camps. He wondered if they had gotten Clegane.

You didn't.

It was Bran again.

Clegane flees to the south.

Listening to his brother, he turned Rhaegal towards the south.

It didn't take long to find Clegane. The man was trying to steal a horse from a nearby farm. Looking through Rhaegal's eyes, Jaeheron saw his quarry strangling the farmer who the horse belonged to. His determination rising, he urged Rhaegal forward. They swooped down like an eagle. Rhaegal let out a roar that scared their enemy so much he released the farmer and tried to run. At Jaeheron's urging Rhaegal used his foot claws to send Clegane flying some feet from where he was kicked. Rhaegal landed close to where Clegane crashed. Using his wing claws, Rhageal pinned the man.

Jaeheron dismounted and walked to where Clegane was now trapped. Staring down, he looked at the one who murdered the brother and sister he never knew and raped Elia Matrell. "Do you know who I am?"

Clegane winced as he looked up, his efforts hindered by the weight on his back. "No" he said, his voice a mixture of rage and terror.

"I am Jaeheron Targaryen, son of the last of the dragons Rhaegar. Rhaneys and Aegon were my half siblings. Elia Martell was my mother's friend."

Clegane looked angrier now.

"Since I learned the truth of my birth, you have been a target! You murdered my siblings! You raped their mother!"

The anger Jaeheron felt in him was overflowing.

"Nothing I do can equal what you did. So, I'll just settle for the best possible."

Turning towards Rhaegal, he urged him to step back so the weight was distributed to Clegane's legs. The bones quickly broke, causing Clegane to scream. After ensuring Clegane was crippled, the dragon stood. The wings rose and Rhaegal towered over Jaeheron's enemy.

"Dracarys!"

Just like Lord Karstark, Clegane was roasted alive. This time, Rhaegal did it as slowly as it was possible.


Robb made his way to the courtyard. A guard had told him two people were about to be brought into the castle. As he made his way to the yard, a number of his bannermen moved ahead to secure a line of defense in case the people coming were working for the Lannisters. Robb wouldn't put it past Tywin to do so, especially if he now knew his planned ambush failed.

As the main gate was opened, two people were forced through by a series of spear wielding guardsmen. To Robb's astonishment, one of the new arrivals was a child. The other was a full grown man wearing the coat of arms of House Clegane. His suspicion was immediately peaked.

"Surround them" he said. The bannermen immediately did so. Neither arrival made any move to resist. Robb came closer, with Grey Wind behind him.

"Why is a..."

"Robb!"

Robb stopped as he noticed who the child was. "ARYA?!"

Arya quickly ran to him, effortlessly slipping through the line of bannermen. She launched herself into his arms and Robb wrapped the girl in his arms, holding his sister close.

"Arya! How... how are you here? Who is this?"

Arya didn't let go as she answered. "Thats Sandor Clegane, the hound."

Robb looked back at Clegane, now recognizing him. He had been at Winterfell with the Lannisters. He quickly turned his attention to his sister.

"Arya, I thought we may have lost you."

"You should know me better than that, silly."

"So what is the hound doing here?"

Arya by now had let go. "He brought me here hoping for a reward."

"A reward?"

"Yes. He deserted during the Baratheon invasion."

Robb looked suspiciously back at the hound. "If this is true, you will be rewarded. But for now you will be kept under guard."

"Ungrateful bastards" Clegane mumbled. This got him sucker punched in the stomach by a guard.


"He's a WHAAAAAT?!"

Arya stood up and shouted. Robb had gathered his family in his room. His mother had been ecstatic for Arya's return. Talisa was delighted to meet the youngest daughter of the Starks. Rickon was also excited to have Arya back. Bran was emotionless as always. Robb had decided to tell Arya about Jon after the reunion, which led to her outburst.

"He's a Targaryen. His mother was Lyanna Stark. Our aunt married Rhaegar. The war was built on a misunderstanding."

Arya gaped for a moment. Then, she whirled on Catelyn.

"YOU! YOU HATED HIM FOR NOTHING!"

Catelyn quickly started to tear up. Arya continued to rant.

"HOW MUCH SUFFERING DID HE GO THROUGH?! HE FELT LIKE DIRT! HE FELT UNLOVED GROWING UP! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"I know" their mother cried. "I'm a horrible person. I treated a motherless child monstrously."

"Well, it could have been worse" Bran deadpanned. Robb ignored him, as did Arya. She was about to continue when a roar went through the air.

"What was that" Arya asked.

"That would be Jon's dragon" Bran said.

"HIS WHAT?!"

"His dragon, Arya" Rickon said. "You should have seen them destroy the Freys. It was like watching the battle of harrenhall."

Robb was getting a little unnerved by Rickon's violence obsession. But he'd worry about that later.

"Lets go. I need to speak to Jon."

Next time, Robb learns of the future. He wishes he hadn't.