Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Ice and Fire Novels, Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon TV shows. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters. I do not earn any money from writing these stories, it is for my entertainment and is something I like to share.

Jon XI

Jon was initially wrecked with guilt. He felt he knew what was needed, call it an instinct, or maybe Drogon was able to communicate somehow, he didn't know, but he just knew. He wasn't immune to fire, but Drogon's flames wouldn't hurt him, Drogon wouldn't breathe fire on him if it did. The idea of his sisters being beside him was twofold. One to prevent them from doing what he was going to do with Drogon and the second was as a show of power and solidarity. He knew the symbolism of Aegon and his two sister wives, except this time it was Aegon, his sister and his wife. What he hadn't factored in was that they were both pregnant and how the blood and fire magic might affect them. Neither would blame him as he didn't know, and he knew Sansa wasn't aware she was even with child, and Arya had only just gone into battle, so she couldn't have known. Drogon clearly knew about the pregnancies and didn't mind them being sacrificed for the eggs, he clearly didn't think Jon would either, but Drogon was wrong. Jon was not only feeling guilty about what he'd done, he was angry with his dragon. Whether the dragon had been trying to placate Jon by telling him that the eggs would help heal the pain, was the only reason he had not gone down to the crypts to have it out with the dragon, well that and needing to be at Sansa's side. The anger and guilt somewhat abated once she held the egg and instantly felt better. When Sansa invited him to join her and the egg in bed, he subsequently agreed and as he clambered under the furs, a sense of calm and warmth took over and he, along with Sansa, fell asleep immediately.

A tapping noise disturbed Jon from his sleep, he didn't want to open his eyes as he was comfortable and warm, but the tapping noise was becoming annoying. He blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes and squinted at the daylight as the world came into focus. He looked across the bed and Sansa was staring right back at him, except she wasn't. Her eyes were white, as if they'd turned into the back of her head, it was something he'd seen before with Horan and others, she was warging. Although Jon had never considered Sansa to be a warg, it shouldn't have come as a surprise, Bran was, he had warged himself a few times, he'd even warged into Drogon when they first met, but Sansa never showed any signs of magic or mystical properties. Just has he was wondering what she was warging into, the tapping noise started again. Jon looked down at the egg between them and saw it hatching. He smiled, suspecting Sansa had warged into the baby dragon and was helping it escape it's home and to venture out into the world.

"Come on, give it a kick with your feet." Jon whispered, encouraging the baby dragon, who may or may not be Sansa. He looked up at Sansa who hadn't flinched, which made him even more convinced she was inside the dragon, especially as the tapping was louder and more forceful. Jon rested his head on his hand to watch, fascinated to be witnessing such an emotional and rare event. Eventually a foot broke through the shell of the egg, and moments later another one appeared, which must have made the shell much easier to break as it began to crack all over. Finally a small body emerged from the shell, which had crumbled all over the bed. The baby dragon had a bright blue body with silver wings and underbelly, and was extremely cute.

"Hello little one. Can Sansa wake up now?" he asked as he tickled the chin of the baby dragon, which rubbed it's head into his hand and squealed happily. Jon looked up to Sansa. "Wake up Sansa." he said gently as she blinked and her blue eyes returned to normal, albeit with a very confused look on her face.

"Did you just tickle my..." Sansa started then stopped when she saw the baby dragon. She looked up at Jon with tears in her eyes as the baby dragon crawled up to her face and sniffed the tears. "She's beautiful." Sansa laughed at the baby dragon's actions.

"I think she's yours." Jon smiled as the baby dragon snuggled up to Sansa and began to fall asleep. "It was a big day for her." his face dropped. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

Sansa frowned. "I feel perfectly normal, as if nothing ever happened. Is that normal? I don't even feel like I lost a baby." she looked at the sleeping dragon and then back to Jon. "I don't entirely think I did loose a child, it just looks slightly different to how I would expect it to." she smiled.

"Well, we'll see what Maester Wolkan has to say." Jon nodded, sitting up.

"I wonder how Arya is?" Sansa suddenly asked. "She was..." she started.

"I gave her the egg she liked." Jon told her. "Well Tyrion did, before he took the rest to Drogon. Hopefully it should have helped her like it did you, even if it didn't hatch." he said as there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Jon called out.

"Maester Wolkan. I've come to check on you both." he said.

"Come in." Sansa sat up in her nightdress as did Jon while the little baby dragon continued to sleep soundly.

The Maester walked through the door, averting his eyes as Jon slipped a tunic over his head before turning back towards them. "Your Graces." he bowed his head without looking at them directly. "I've come to see..." he stopped when he noticed the sleeping baby dragon curled up on Sansa's lap.

"Shh!" Sansa put her finger to her lip. "She's sleeping." she added as Maester Wolkan's jaw dropped, then he became a little uncomfortable.

"Where did you get that from?" Maester Wolkan asked slowly.

"Drogon." Jon lied. "I thought he gave it to us to make Sansa feel better, but obviously he thought she would make a good mother." he looked at her lovingly. "He healed me fine." he told the Maester as he stood up and lifted his arms in the air. "The wound has completely healed. My shoulder is perfectly fine, although I believe you may have helped, so thank you."

"Do you think I can examine you Your Grace?" Maester Wolkan asked Sansa.

"Here, I'll take her." Jon said as he lift the baby dragon in his arms and it snuggled into his chest.

Sansa lay down and lifted her legs so the Maester could examine her as Jon watched him do his work, checking Sansa to make sure she was recovering from losing the babe, however, the more the Maester looked, the more his brow furrowed.

"Maester, what's wrong?" Sansa asked.

"It is curious, but you are completely healed. No bleeding. Have you had any pains in the night?" he asked.

"None." Sansa shook her head. "As soon as Jon gave me the egg, the pain went away and I slept wonderfully." she told him. "Will I still be able to have children?" she asked.

"Well...well...I don't see why you can't start trying again soon. Maybe give it a few days, but there is no reason why not. I feel the stress of the night may have caused you to lose the babe, which is normal."

"And Arya?" Sansa asked, lowering her legs and sitting back up on the bed as Jon gave the sleeping baby dragon back to her, then climbed back under the furs.

"Your sister was involved in the battle. I will need to see her again this morn..." he stopped as there was a knock on the door.

"Sansa, Jon. Are you awake? Are you decent?" came Arya's voice from the other side.

"Come in." Sansa called as Arya strolled in with a tiny grey and white dragon on her shoulder.

"Say hello to Visenya." Arya said before stopping in front of Maester Wolkan. "You don't need to inspect me. I stopped bleeding last night. Tyrion gave me the egg and I had a wonderful sleep. Now I have a baby dragon to look after." she looked at the one who was sleeping on Sansa's lap. "As does my sister." she laughed. "What is yours called?" she asked.

"I haven't had time to think about it." Sansa frowned.

"Maester Wolkan, could you ask Lord Tyrion to come here in half an hour and tell Magatha to ask the kitchen for mine, Jon's, Arya and Tyrion's breakfasts to be served in my solar. Do not tell anyone about what you have seen." Jon told him as the Maester nodded, looking very scared at what he was seeing. After the had Maester left, Jon ran behind the screen and pulled on his breeches. "Sansa, I'll take the little one and you get changed." he told her. "He knows more about this than any of us." he said.

"Arya, can you come and help me with my dress?" Sansa asked as she placed the baby dragon on the bed, seemingly unaware of all of the chaos unfolding surrounding them. That was until Arya put Visenya next to it and woke her up. The dragons flapped their wings at each other and let out high pitched screeches which hurt Jon's ear. They only stopped when a roar went up from outside, apparently Drogon was telling them in his own fatherly manner to shut up. The little dragons stopped screeching and lay beside each other, glaring at one another, which made Jon want to laugh. He knew he shouldn't, last night, he'd lost a friend in Pod, his wife and sister had both miscarried their babes, but yet he was happy. The threat from the Ironborn, the Dothraki and the Unsullied was over, and they also had two baby dragons. More babes would come with him and Sansa, that he was sure of. But for now, they needed to learn how to look after baby dragons.

"If you're calling yours Visenya, then I might as well call mine Rhaenys." Sansa was saying to Arya as Jon watched the babies settle down.

"I think that's a brilliant idea." Arya said in the most excited voice he'd heard since he gave her needle when she was a child, in fact it heartened Jon to see them act so sisterly towards one another. He couldn't even remember a time when they were ever particularly close as children.

A knock at the door told them Tyrion had arrived. "Come in." Sansa called out as a worse for wear looking Tyrion walked in. "Your Graces." he bowed his head, clearly suffering from a night of excesses.

"I'm sorry about Pod." Jon said.

"Well, he went out..." Tyrion stopped as he saw two baby dragons looking at him inquisitively from the bed. "Good gracious, you've got two baby dragons on your bed. How did you manage that?"

"You gave me an egg remember?" Arya asked.

Tyrion screwed up his face as if trying to remember the events of the previous night. "Vaguely." he nodded.

"I asked you to collect the eggs once they were cool enough to pick up with gloves and take them back to Drogon, except the two eggs you left." Jon reminded him.

"That was before I drank the wine." Tyrion admitted."I was celebrating the life of a fallen hero and the greatest lover in all of Westeros." he nodded.

"Pod?" Jon asked, looking confused.

"The whores wouldn't even take his money. He was banned from the whorehouses after that. He could've been the richest man in Westeros with talents like his." Tyrion shook his head.

"His life won't have been in vain, maybe he will live on in one of the dragon eggs when they hatch." Sansa suggested.

"Where are they?" Jon asked.

"I gave them to Drogon to look after. I told him not to let Maester Wolkan near, I think he understood." Tyrion shrugged. "You wanted to see me Your Graces?"

"What do baby dragons eat?" Jon asked. "You seem to know more than anyone else."

"Well they don't suckle their mothers teats, so I would presume meat, probably cooked. I'd start them off with something simple, like chicken, just the meat, no bones." he took a closer look at the dragons and their faces. "Their teeth aren't strong enough to deal with bones. You could try them with raw meat, but from my experiences with dragons, they do prefer it cooked." he added as they heard a noise in Sansa's solar, suggesting the servants were laying out their breakfast.

Sansa got up and headed towards the door which joined her bedroom and solar. "I'll ask them to make sure there is plenty of chicken." she said before going through to talk to the servants.

"How are we to raise them?" Arya asked as she tickled Visenya under the chin.

"Luckily those books seemed to be packed full of information pertaining to raising dragons. We'll have to resort to the old manuals." Tyrion shrugged.

"I wonder how fast they grow." Jon frowned.

"Goo question. Drogon grew very quickly, most dragons his age are tiny. He is a very young dragon, what is he? Ten years old." Tyrion asked.

"I think so." Jon nodded.

"And he's what, a hundred and twenty feet?" Tyrion asked. "Give or take."

"I've never measured him." Jon shook his head. "But that sounds about right."

"Drogon was allowed to roam, but Rhaegal and Viserion were kept in a dragon pit for a while, which I believe may have slowed their growth. Allowing a dragon to roam means they grow more quickly. So maybe ten feet per year. What we don't know is if males are larger than females, or whether these are male of female." Tyrion frowned.

"They're female." Arya told Tyrion.

"How do you know?" Tyrion asked with a surprise look on his face.

"I don't know, we just do." Arya shrugged.

"What is curious is that neither you nor Sansa have a drop of Targaryen blood, or so it is believed. I wonder how come you have both bonded with a dragon." Tyrion looked at Arya questioningly and equally at Sansa as she returned.

"They're just bringing the chicken, I don't want to eat without them." Sansa said.

"I have a theory." Jon started. "Both Sansa and Arya were with child, but now they are not. They lost their babes when Drogon breathed fire on the dying men. The deaths of the babes hatched the eggs." he said as Arya nodded in agreement.

"But I would expect them to at least have some Targaryen blood." Tyrion frowned.

"Both babes did." Arya explained. "Jon was the father of one, the other was a Baratheon." she said.

"Ah." Tyrion nodded. "Targaryen babes taken and given back to their mothers as baby dragons. Blood magic works in strange ways." he sighed as there was a noise next door and the sound of a dish being placed on a table. Sansa peeked through the door and waited for the servant to leave before they ventured into the solar, Sansa carrying Rhaenys and Arya carrying Visenya, both on their shoulders.

Arya picked at the chicken first and fed it to Visenya, who sniffed it before quickly pulling it out of her hand and swallowing it whole. "Gentle." she chided the dragon.

Sansa repeated the process, except Rhaenys, who was clearly more reflective of Sansa already, ate her piece of chicken more delicately and refined.

"That one has table manners already." Tyrion laughed as they all began to eat in silence, all deep in thought.

Arya started the conversation. "I thought dragons eggs only hatched with the children whose cribs they were laid in."

"I think that has more to do with the maesters and the lack of blood magic." Tyrion explained. "I've read more of those books than you. It appears the old Valyrians used blood magic to bond with the dragons. What happened last night was a form of blood magic, as was what Daenerys did with Drogon."

"How do you know what happened when Drogon hatched?" Sansa asked.

"Daenerys told me." Tyrion replied. "She used blood magic, similar to what you did. She had also just lost a babe. One of those in the sacrifice was a witch, so there was some magic involved. Was there anyone on that sacrificial pyre who had powers?" he asked. "Anyone who could do something special?"

"Horan." Jon replied. "He was a warg. Not exactly magical, but it is a power of the first men."

Tyrion nodded. "The first men and the Targaryens share many traits, some have greensight while some Targaryens have dragon dreams. Many think the dragon bond is similar to that of warging. I think Bran may have tried to warg with Drogon, but he couldn't." Jon and Sansa looked at each other, he then noticed Arya looking uncomfortable. "Am I missing something?" Tyrion asked.

"I warged into Visenya to help her hatch." Arya admitted.

"Jon said I was warging when Rhaenys hatched, I was dreaming I was her." Sansa told him.

Tyrion's face lit up. "Maybe we can find some other people who would be able to bond with the dragon eggs and hatch them." he suggested. "Although I've got a feeling that the only reason for our two non-Targaryens being able to bond with a dragon is because of what they sacrificed for the babies to hatch. I suspect the only ones who will be able to bond with the others might still require Targaryen blood. Which means we've got to find ourselves someone of Targaryen descent who isn't a threat to Jon. I would suggest Gendry..." he started.

"Right now he is loyal to Bran." Arya shook her head.

"Well we are going to have problems." Tyrion sighed. "We might have to find some Targaryen bastards and see what happens. Although I believe most of them lie across the narrow sea."

"I know of two." Jon told him.

"Well what are waiting for?" Tyrion asked. "Let's see if they like any of the eggs."

"Why?" Jon asked.

"Because..." Tyrion started. "Believe me, Bran wanted you dead. Do you think he isn't trying to find a way to kill you? If people can't do it, then his only option are dragons. He'll be looking for them, mark my words. The only way you are to survive is to take the Iron Throne from Bran. And to do that, you are going to need dragons and support. If you can get support without dragons that is wonderful. If you have support regardless of dragons, even better, if those who support you want to do it while you have dragons, then we can win. But to win, we need dragons and dragon riders. If he is wanting to hatch dragons, he will be looking for, or will already have dragon riders ready. All he will need is dragon eggs and knowledge of how to hatch the eggs and what is needed to make them grow faster."

"And how do we make them grow faster?" Arya asked.

"Space to grow and I think a visit to see their home of Old Valyria. There might be something in the food or water there which could make them grow faster. I know Drogon used to go there." Tyrion told them.

"But don't the stone men live there?" Sansa asked.

"I don't think the stone men will bother a dragon." Tyrion frowned. "I suspect a dragon would relieve them of their misery."

"It would still be years before they are old enough to be of some use." Jon said. "I don't want Sansa or Arya involved in a dance."

"They don't need to be." Tyrion insisted. "You just need to grow your dragons large enough for theirs to not even be worth a threat. If yours take a few years to grow, then so will theirs. You just have to find your riders and hatch the egg faster than them. A war is coming, although we might have to wait a couple of years. That will give time to hatch, grow and train dragons. You must also try to find people in the six Kingdoms who will support your claim to the throne above King Bran. They will need to know what you can offer them that he can't. Now who did you have in mind to meet a dragon egg?" he asked.

"One of the Freefolk." Jon said. "His mother is the granddaughter of Aerion Brightflame."

"And he isn't mad?" Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

"He wasn't raised in Kings Landing. And his father was one of the Freefolk." Jon explained.

"And is his mother also alive?" Tyrion asked.

"Aye, she is." Jon nodded.

"I think we ought to meet with Tormund and Ser Davos before we ask him." Sansa interrupted them. "They are also members of the small council. It is unfair to keep them out of these matters."

"But keep Maester Wolkan out of it." Arya said. "He will try and stop us."

"Why?" Sansa asked.

"Your sister is right. Maesters don't like dragons." Tyrion explained. "Which means those little ones will need extra protection."

"Maybe it is time those two met their father." Jon agreed. "Let's take them to the crypts." he added as they all got up and ventured down to the crypts to make their introductions.

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