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JON

He couldn't help the hate that had gathered in his belly as he stared at the bastard of Bolton. The bastard son of Roose Bolton was exactly as Sansa had described him.

Cruel and hateful seemed to be very appropriate words to describe him. But Jon was careful not to let it show on his face. Jon kept his face as stony as he remembered his uncle doing when he had been executing deserters from the nights watch.

Jon would go as far as to say that Ramsay Snow was mad, as Ramsay started at him with empty, colorless eyes. Not for the first time, Jon was glad that all the lords had insisted on coming with them to the parley. They needed to see the monster of Bolton, and how he behaved before he died.

Ser Brynden "Blackfish" Tully had also insisted on coming with them, he had wanted to see the monster of Bolton before it was put down. After the horror stories Sansa had told him about her husband, Jon was surprised that they didn't need to restrain him, but the Blackfish had impeccable amount of control it seemed.

Smalljon Umber and Arnolf Karstark were both beside the madman. They were both torn between anger and fear. By now Jon was sure that most of the north had heard of Jon and his heritage, the lord of New Castle had been very efficient in spreading the word and it didn't surprise him that the news had traveled so fast, one rider traveled faster than an army.

Their eyes seemed to flicker very often to the valyrian steel crown that Jon was wearing, and to his Targaryen colored armor, that had been made in the style of the armor of house Stark.

"So, it is true. You have dragons." The madman´s voice reminded Jon of worms for some reason.

Said dragons were flying high over the meeting so that they wouldn't get hit by any arrows that may come their way. The four dragons that had hatched on Jon funeral pyre were flying above them, but Jon didn't answer him and just continued to stare at the maniac.

"And you have crowned yourself king. It seems like some bastards like to rise above their station." The arrogance was dripping from his voice. Sansa had told Jon that Ramsay Snow didn't consider himself a bastard, and most likely never had, he was too proud to consider himself a baseborn.

"I only see one bastard here and that is you Ramsay Snow." The Wull growled out. Jon didn't think it would have been possible, but the air grew tenser. Jon also took note that neither Lord Umber nor Lord Karstark jumped in to defend Ramsay Snow. The lords Umber and Karstark seemed to keep their eyes on the sky incase the dragons decided to swoop down and set them on fire, only to glance at Jon when they thought that they had a moment to take their eyes of the dragons.

"How do we know that you have Rickon?" Sansa´s voice was strong and as regal as a queen´s. Ramsay´s colorless eyes turned to her and Jon felt the need to punch him in the face. The bastard nodded at Smalljon with a smug smile. Sansa seemed to have distracted him from the insult The Wull had payed to him for a moment.

The Smalljon reached behind him and grabbed something and threw it at the feet of their horses. It turned out to be the severed head of Shaggydog. The black fur and the green eyes were unmistakable. Ghost, who had been standing beside Jon´s horse was now growling silently at the Umber lord. Ice was not so silent in her anger at the men before her. Both Arnolf and Smalljon had fought beside the young wolf and they remembered well how savage the direwolfs could be in their anger.

The growling direwolfs made the horses of lords Umber, Karstark and the Bolton bastard very nervous, the horses started to become skittish and rolled their eyes in fright, but the men managed to rein them in.

Ramsay started to spew some nonsense about how he was the rightful lord of Winterfell and warden of the north. But Jon was only half listening, he knew that he couldn't afford to be sucked into Ramsay´s world of madness and Jon knew that that was not a game that he could win.

"Then perhaps we should settle this the old way, you against me." Jon knew that Ramsay would never agree to fight him one on one. And by offering to fight Ramsay, Jon would be proving to the lords of the North that not only did Jon respect the old traditions and strive to uphold them, but Ramsay did no such thing when he would refuse the duel. And refuse he did.

Ramsay started to wiggle his finger at Jon, and he could see Ramsay almost break his teeth as he clenched his jaw so tightly. "From the way I hear it, you are the best swordsman in the north, and maybe even in the world, and maybe I could beat you or maybe I won't. But I know my army can beat yours."

"And will your men fight for you, if you won´t fight for them?" Ramsay turned white with anger as he stared at Jon.

"Are you really the son of Rhaegar Targaryen?" Smalljon´s deep voice broke through the deafening silence. The enormous man was staring at Jon, Smalljon didn't seem to know what to think. The Umbers had been loyal bannermen to the Starks for centuries, so Jon had to admit that he found it strange that Smalljon would be here, declaring for Ramsay Snow. Especially after the Smalljon had fought for so long alongside Robb.

"He is the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, the rightful king of the seven kingdoms." The Flint declared for all to hear.

"Tommen Baratheon is the true king of Westeros." Ramsay didn't want to be forgotten as he declared for the Lannister bastard.

"Tommen Waters is not a trueborn and even if he was, a cousin cannot inherit before a son." Sansa stared down the false lord of Winterfell as he bared his teeth. Ramsay opened his mouth to say something, but Sansa beat him to it.

"Sleep well Ramsay Snow." As she started to turn her horse around, Ramsay Snow exploded with anger.

"I am Ramsay Bolton; I have been declared legitimate son of the warden of the north by the king."

"As we just discussed, Tommen Waters is a bastard himself and therefore he cannot declare anyone legitimate. That power resides with King Jon of house Targaryen." Then she continued on her way back to the camp.

Jon glanced at Ramsay Snow for a moment, the bastard of Bolton opened his mouth to continue his tirade, but Jon decided to follow his cousin with the lords of the north behind him. He didn't want to be dragged into Ramsay Snow´s world of craziness, and he also didn't want the lords of the north seeing him giving the manic any validation by listening to him. Being discarded would also serve to make the bastard of Bolton angry, which would make him do something stupid.

SANSA

All through the night Sansa had tossed and turned. She was so worried for Rickon and Jon that she had barely slept, and when she had slept, she dreamt that she was in her direwolfs mind.

Ice had been wide awake and prowling her tent and keeping her safe. Even thought she had had one or two dreams about being in Lady´s body, this worried her a little. When she had started getting those dreams, Jon had assured her that this was how the connection with Ice was getting more powerful.

Jon wanted her to start entering her wolf´s mind when they took back Winterfell from the Boltons, he wanted her to strengthen her bond with her direwolf as much as possible. Sansa had to agree with him on that, she wanted to have a similar bond with Ice as Jon had with Ghost.

Sansa stood up from her makeshift bed and decided that she wouldn't get anymore sleep than she had already gotten.

Today was the day they would take back Winterfell and save Rickon. She had to believe that they could do it. Sansa just hoped that Ramsay hadn't hurt him. She didn't know what she would do if anything happened to her little brother.

Sansa finished putting on her grey and white dress, she had taken to wear her Stark colors with much more pride than she had done as a child. She also braided her hair in the northern fashion, it was in a single braid that she laid over her shoulder.

Sansa walked over to a small chest that held some of the things that she had been working on, on the way to Winterfell. She pulled out a white ribbon. It had been embroidered with the grey direwolf of house Stark and it was surrounded by the blue winter roses that grew in Winterfell. She looked it over and smiled as she made her decision.

Sansa turned around as she heard Ser Brienne announce her presence. The taller woman entered, and Sansa couldn't help but to think that she had also been awake for much of the night. "How did you sleep?" Brienne was always so concerned with Sansa´s wellbeing and Sansa loved her for it.

"Very little I am afraid." Sansa answered with a small smile. Her friend gave her a look that clearly said that they needed to talk about this later.

Sansa put the ribbon in her pocket and left the tent with Ser Brienne on her heels. Sansa looked to the east and she could see that the sun was rising rapidly.

Sansa had no appetite so she skipped breakfast and hurried to the command tent, where the lords would gather before the battle.

When she entered the tent, everyone was already gathered there. It seemed like she wasn't the only one that had trouble sleeping. Jon had already made it to the tent was giving the last-minute orders for the battle.

Sansa was sure that Ramsay would want to meet them in open battle after their talk yesterday. She had tried her hardest to make him angry, so that he would meet them in open battle instead of sitting inside of the castle and making them have to plan a siege. Sansa didn't want Jon to have to mount his dragon and burn the castle down with Rickon still in it.

She looked over to Jon as he stood there talking to his lords, they seemed a little in awe of him. It was strange for her to seeing the battle-hardened men look at the young king like he was Aegon the conqueror come again or an ancient king of Winter, ready to break the Red Kings once and for all. She had to admit, that he looked very handsome in his northern style leather armor, that had been dyed black. It reminded Sansa of the leather armor her father had worn. Around Jon´s collar was a steel guard, it had a dragon and a wolf interlaced, both were snarling in anger, ready to rip their enemies apart.

He had both of his valyrian steel swords around his waist, and as he listened to the lords speak, he was fastening his left armguard.

Jon seemed to have a presence that commanded their attention and it helped that Jon looked so much like her late father, and held his ideas of justice so close, but Sansa was very grateful that he was smarter than her father and brother.

Sansa loved her father and her brother, but they had made some very big mistakes that had cost them their lives, among so many others. That had ultimately resulted in them losing the north to the Boltons.

Yesterday was one of the hardest days she had to live through, meeting the monster had not been something she had looked forward to, but she had known that it was something she had to do. Again, her mind wondered to Rickon and she tried to hold in a shiver. She would make the monster pay for every hurt he inflicted on her little brother.

After a little while the lords left the tent, but they all greeted her and tried to assure her that they would do everything they could to save her brother from the bastard of Bolton. Jon and Sansa were the only ones in the tent, aside from Ghost, Ice and the dragons.

They stood there in silence for a moment before Sansa closed the distance and hugged Jon with all her strength. When she let him go, she reached into one of the pockets of her dress and pulled out the white ribbon with the grey wolf on house Stark and the winter roses embroidered on it.

Sansa took Jon´s hand and tied the ribbon to his wrist. As she finished tying it to his wrist, she looked up at his face. His expression was of bewilderment, and Sansa could help the giggle that escaped her. Jon always looked adorable when he had that look on his face.

"It´s for luck." She stated, she really hoped that he liked it. Then he gave her one of his beautiful smiles that were all too rare.

"I love it, thank you." Jon kissed her forehead. Sansa grabbed the right armguard that was still on the table and fastened it over the ribbon.

JON

Jon escorted Sansa outside the tent, and to her horse with Ghost, Ice and the dragons following them. He could see the lords and ladies that wouldn't take part in the battle, like young lord Forrester and Lyanna Mormont, were already getting ready to go to the hill, where they would stay, far away from the battle.

Sansa´s uncle walked over to them to say goodbye to his grandniece before the battle. Ser Brynden would be taking part in the cavalry charge.

Jon decided to give them a little privacy. He walked over to Shireen and Ser Devan; he could see that they were both nervous. "Are you two alright?"

Ser Devan nodded and tried to stay brave, but Shireen just looked at Jon with sadness in her eyes. "Do you have to go?" Jon gave her a small smile.

"Aye, I am afraid so, but you will be alright. Ghost and the dragons will be with you and Sansa on the hill." This caused the young girl to frown.

"But shouldn't you take them with you? Didn't your broth…cousin always go to battle with his direwolf? And the dragons could help keep you save."

"Aye, Robb did always take Greywind with him, but I don't want to risk Ghost, and I want him to protect you and Sansa. As for the dragons, well, they are too small yet to be affective in a large-scale battle." Shireen looked like she wanted to say more, but she bit her lip to hold it in. "Hey, everything is going to be alright." He said to her.

The young girl looked at him with tears in her eyes and then she jumped into his arms and buried her face in his neck. "I don't want you to go, you are the only family I have left." She sobbed into his neck, and Jon could feel his heart break for her. She had suffered so much for one so young. Jon rubbed her back like he had done with Arya when she had come to him crying at something the other girls had said to her.

"Your grace, it is time." Satin´s musical voice came from behind him, and Jon let Shireen go. She had stopped crying and was trying to put on a brave face. Ser Devan lead Jon´s old bay gelding forward and Jon lifted his cousin in the saddle. Shireen had been using his old horse since he had gotten the new destrier from Lord Manderly.

Jon gave a nod to Ser Devan and then he turned to the dragons and Ghost. When he ordered them to stay with his cousins, they seemed a little put out but obeyed none the less.

Sansa and Ser Brienne passed him, and his cousin tried to give him an encouraging smile, but he could see the worry in her eyes. Jon mounted his horse and went with Ser Brynden and the others that would be joining the cavalry.

They reached the front lines, and Jon looked out to Winterfell, the battlefield had been adorned with large wooden X´s. They had to wait for a little while until the Bolton army made its way out of Winterfell. The army of the flayed man rushed out of the stronghold of house Stark like a flood. It seemed like forever until the last man had left the castle.

Then one row of riders made way for a man on horseback.

Jon stared on to the battlefield. He could see that it was Ramsay on the horse, and he was leading someone who he had tied to a rope. It took Jon a moment to recognize him from this distance, but the realization came crashing down on him. It was Rickon that the monster was leading.

Jon could feel the bile rise in his throat at seeing the monster leading his six-year old cousin by a rope. He had never felt this kind of anger before, he had to force himself not to call for Rhaegal and Viserion, Jon couldn't risk Rickon.

Jon remembered what Sansa had told him about Ramsay Snow, he like to hunt women and play horrifying games with them. It wouldn't be outside the realm of possibilities that Ramsay would be playing game by using Rickon.

Jon could see the bastard of Bolton dismount and cut the boy´s ropes, and as Ramsay pointed to the field Jon realized what he intended to do. He called for his horse and felt for Rhaegal in his mind.

But it turned out that he hadn't needed to, the dragon had already realized what it was that Jon wanted. "TORMUND," The big, redheaded wildling looked at Jon, he could see the shock in the larger man's eyes. "WHEN YOU SEE RHEAGAL AND VISERION, CHARGE." Jon didn't wait for a response, he jumped on his horse and charged alone into the field.

Jon had always been a good rider, but never in his life had he ridden a horse so fast. The desperation to reach Rickon, as the little boy was running towards him, was so great that he could barely breathe. The horse didn't seem to need to be pushed, the great black stallion seemed to know what Jon wanted and reacted to his thoughts alone.

Jon had almost reached Rickon when it happened. The roar was deafening, and the golden flames blocked most of the Bolton cavalry from Jon´s sight. Even at this distance, Jon could feel the heat of the golden flames, but to him it wasn't uncomfortable but soothing.

As Jon reached Rickon, he vaulted of the horse and sent the horse away as an enormous, emerald scaly body blocked Jon and Rickon from harm from the Boltons. Jon grabbed Rickon´s tiny body and held him as close as he could. As he made the climb on Rhaegal´s back, he could feel Rickon shacking with fear.

Rhaegal roared so loudly that the earth shook. When Jon had secured his cousin and made sure that he wouldn't fall off in midflight, Rhaegal took off into the morning sky.

SANSA

She had never felt more fear than in that moment when she realized what Ramsay intended to do. That monster intended to use her brother for target practice to goad Jon.

Seeing Jon ride out into the field had made her think that he had lost his mind, but when she heard Rhaegal´s roar of anger, she could finally breath again. She had never been so happy at seeing dragons in her life. Sansa knew that Jon had planned for the larger dragons to come from the side when Jon and the Stark men would have started their charge.

Jon had planned for the Boltons to be occupied with watching the Stark army, only to be surprised by the side attacked by Rhaegal and Viserion. But watching Jon charge out alone had been almost too much for her to bear.

She could hear the gasps of the lords and ladies around her as they saw the largest of Jon´s dragons for the first time.

"By the gods." Sansa heard Lady Lyanna shout. Beside her, Sansa could see the surprise on Shireen´s face. Her mouth was open and her eyes wide with wonder.

The smaller dragons gave out shrieks of happiness at seeing the larger dragons as the four small dragons soared over the head of the people on the hill. The rising morning sun was making their scales even more beautiful than usual and it gave them an unearthly glow, as they soared over the people on the hill.

She watched as Jon´s black destrier galloped back to safety and the golden flames enveloped a large part of the Bolton cavalry. Rhaegal put his large emerald body between the Bolton army and her brother and Jon, while the king of the seven kingdoms grabbed his cousin and started to climb on the enormous, emerald colored dragon´s back. She couldn't help but wonder at the sheer amount of growing the emerald dragon had gone through since she had seen him.

When she had seen him for the first time, he had been barely bigger than one hundred feet, which in itself was impressive, but since then, he had grown more than fifty feet, which in itself was an unbelievable amount of growing in such a short amount of time.

As the emerald dragon gave another, even louder roar as he leapt into the air and soared over the battlefield, Tormund started to charge with his freefolk, and the northerners not to be out done by the wildling, followed.

The Bolton army was in chaos, men dropped their weapons and ran screaming from the battlefield to avoid the flames raining down on them. The freefolk and the northerners were now just taking prisoner by the hundreds. So many men were surrendering after the first onslaught by Viserion.

She could see men and horses screaming from fright as the dragons flew over the ancestral seat of house Stark and the smell of burnt flesh and smoke would linger in the air for some time after the battle.

In the distance she could see the banner of house Karstark, it seemed like the lord of Karhold had managed to gather some men to try to attack. Sansa could see Arnolf Karstark at the forefront of the charge, tall and dark haired and screaming bloody murder in anger.

But it didn't last very long as Jon and Rhaegal came swooping down on them. Rhaegal´s flame was bright emerald with veins of bronze, and it reminded Sansa of the wildfire; Tyrion had used to burn Stannis´s fleet at the battle of Blackwater.

Sansa had never seen or heard of a battle that had been over so quickly. While she and the other lords and ladies couldn't go to the battlefield just yet, most of the fighting was over and done with.

Sansa could see Jon and his dragons herding the men that were trying to leave the battlefield, back to his men, where they were taken into custody of the northern lords until they decided on what to do with them.

From the hill Sansa spied Tormund and his men and women surrounding Smalljon Umber, he seemed to prepare to make a last stand. The Smalljon gave a loud scream, but it was drowned out by Viserion flying overhead, roaring as he went. The large man threw himself to the ground and dropped his battleaxe, in his fright. No one wanted to be burned alive.

But she was most worried about Ramsay escaping. That monster could not leave this battlefield a freeman, he had to be captured or killed. Though Sansa would prefer that he would be captured alive, the north needed to see justice done.

They waited for a while for her uncle to come riding up the hill. Ser Brynden Tully looked pale, like he was trying to calm down from receiving the shock of a lifetime, which he most likely just had.

"We have caught most of the men, and Smalljon Umber and Ramsay Snow have both been captured." As he gave them the news that Ramsay Snow was in their custody the lords and ladies on the hill gave a loud cheer.

Her granduncle led them down the hill, with the dragons flying on ahead to greet the bigger dragons.

"The highborn prisoners have been placed in the dungeons of Winterfell until they can be put on a trial and executed." Her uncle stated. That made Sansa breathe a sigh of relief, with the highborn in the dungeons, the soldiers wouldn´t dare to pick up arms again. Especially now that they had seen the bigger dragons and felt their wrath.

"Sansa…Where did his grace get the bigger dragons?" She could feel the eyes on her as her granduncle waited for her answer.

"Essos." Sansa answered and she raised her eyebrow playfully. She felt giddy and extremely happy, now that the battle was over and Jon and his dragons had saved her brother Rickon, and she couldn't help the large smile that broke out on her face.

"Essos? When has his grace been to Essos?" Ser Brynden looked at her like she had lost her mind. But she just continued smiling.

"Never, as far as I know. I don't think that he has ever been out of the northern half of this continent."

"But Lady Sansa, how could he have two large dragons from Essos if he has never been to Essos?" Lady Shireen was sticking to her like a bad reputation. Sansa had really grown to like the younger girl; she was smart and kind. Sansa was also hoping to foster her at Winterfell until everything quieted down or until Shireen could take charge of Storm´s End and the Stormlands.

"Viserion." Sansa gestured to the large cream and golden dragon that was flying over the battlefield. "and Rhaegal." She gestured this time to the dragon that was carrying the two people she loved the most in this world. "Where both hatched in Essos, by Daenerys Targaryen, but they came here to find Jon, rather than to be with her."

This caused the people around her to start murmuring amongst themselves. This could be very good for them to know, that the dragons that Daenerys Targaryen had hatched had chosen Jon, over the one that had brought them into the world, it could go a long way to endear Jon to all the lords of Westeros.

"But why?" She could see the wheels in Shireen´s head turning.

"Well, she apparently locked them under one of the pyramids in Meereen, for a crime that their brother committed."

Sansa was rescued from answering more questions when she heard a loud shriek from one of the large dragons, as he flew over. It was Rhaegal, the emerald dragon flew over in a circle and landed some distance away, so to not scare the horses. Rhaegal landed gracefully for such a large creature, Sansa thought to herself as Jon climbed down with Rickon save in his arms.

Sansa vaulted of her lovely grey mare, and she could see the other nobles do the same as they stared in wonder at the king of the seven kingdoms, dismount his dragon with the lord of Winterfell in his arms. She could see that Rickon was clinging to Jon´s neck for dear life, and she could see the lord of the seven kingdoms rub the youngest Stark child´s back in attempt to comfort him. It seemed to work, as Rickon lifted his head and looked at Rhaegal.

Jon walked closer to Rhaegal´s head and reached out to scratch his nose and Sansa could hear her uncle´s breath hitch. He was most likely worried about Rickon, but Sansa knew that he was perfectly safe in Jon´s arms.

The emerald dragon gave a rumbling noise that seemed to come from deep within his chest in happiness. Sansa observed as Rickon hesitantly stretched out his hand and gave the large dragon a nose-rub as well. Rhaegal made the same noise as before, then after a few moments, Jon turned and started to walk over to Sansa and the other nobles. Rhaegal vaulted back into the air with grace that looked a little out of place on such a large creature.

It was then she noticed that a lot of people had joined their now large gathering. As Jon walked closer to them, all the lords and ladies of the north and the northerners dropped to their knee.

Jon was quick to gesture everyone to their feet again and Sansa rushed over to Jon and Rickon. Rickon had buried his face back into Jon´s neck and was clinging to him for dear life. "Rickon." Sansa made sure that her voice was as soft as possible. Sansa noticed that Rickon was sweating, not from sickness, but from being too warm.

The little boy looked at her with his tear-filled Tully blue eyes. "Mother?" Sansa could feel her heart break as her little brother´s small voice reached her. Rickon thought that she was their mother?

"No sweetling, it´s me, Sansa. Your sister." Rickon looked at her with a frown. It was like he was struggling to remember her, which he most likely was. She had left Winterfell when he had been three years old, and most likely had no clear memories of her.

"Your grace." They all look at The Wull and the Flint come riding towards them. Like the others who had taken part in the battle, they were covered in soot and ash from the fires of the dragons, but like most of their men, they hadn't sustained any injury. They seemed to be bursting with pride as they came to them riding their horses that were covered with the heraldry of their houses.

"Our men are sweeping the castle and looking for any Bolton men that might be hiding in the castle." Jon nodded and looked at Rickon.

"Rickon, I need you to do something for me." The small boy looked at Jon with big blue eyes that were filled with wonder. Sansa could see the beginnings of hero-worship in her brother´s eyes. Not that she could blame him, Jon had saved Rickon´s life and then flown him away to safety on the back of a dragon. Sansa had no doubt that by the end of the day, there would be songs sung about this moment.

"I need you to go with Sansa to the camp until I can send for you." Rickon started to shake his head in protest.

"I need you to protect her, alright. I need to go and help the men to clear out Winterfell, and then I will send for you and Sansa when I know it is safe, and I will even send Ghost with you."

While Sansa didn't appreciate having to be protected, she could understand Jon´s reasoning for saying that. He needed to go with the men to help and it would be hard for him to work with a six-year old boy stuck to him.

Rickon looked at Ghost and then at Jon, and he didn't seem very happy with this. Then Jon turned so that he and Rickon were facing the hill. "See that hill?" Rickon nodded with tears in his eyes. "The camp in just beyond that hill and when I am done, I will send for you and Sansa."

"Promise?" Her little brothers voice was so small that she almost didn't hear it.

"I promise." Jon gave Rickon a smile and handed him to Sansa. Then he followed his men and the lords to the castle to help them to make sure that there were no Bolton men hiding somewhere in the depths of the castle.

VARYS

He was looking at the young man as he strutted around Storm´s End, like he had won a great victory. Sure, taking Storm´s End was hard, but only if it was garrisoned. There had been very few guards in the keep of the Stormlords of Storm´s End, so in the end all they really had to do was break down the gate and subdue a few servants.

Varys didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to have doubts about this whole endeavor. The last time he had met Aegon was when the boy was an infant, after that he had only heard about him from his dear friend Illyrio.

Illyrio had always told him about a young man that was humble, just, intelligent and resembled his father greatly. That were qualities that Varys was looking for in the future king of Westeros. After his blunder with the mad king, Varys had been looking for ways to make up for the sins of his past.

He had started by sneaking the crown prince out of the capitol and delivering him to his contact that whisked him away to Pentos, so that he could grow up hidden away in safety and learn what he needed to know so that he could conquer and rule the seven kingdoms.

But as Varys looked at the boy now, he couldn't see anything of his father or mother in him. Aegon had the coloring of old Valyria, that was true enough, but he seemed to lack the spark that was in the Targaryens. Great or mad, all the Targaryens had that spark, that fire in them that could draw people to them.

Aegon didn't have any family resemblance to Rhaegar or any other Targaryen for that matter, sure the boy had the violet eyes and the pale silver hair, but other than that he was nothing like Rhaegar. Aegon didn't resemble his mother either, there was nothing Dornish about the boy, nothing at all.

Aegon didn't have the bookish nature of Rhaegar nor did he have his skill with a sword, he seemed to have a passible skill with a harp but so did many others, and his skills had nothing on Rhaegar´s. Aegon didn't have Elia´s natural charisma nor her shrewdness or wisdom.

In other words, the boy was nothing like the prince of Dragonstone nor the princess of Dorne. But Jon Connington was not seeing what Varys was seeing. The former hand of Aerys Targaryen seemed convinced that this was Aegon Targaryen, the son of Rhaegar Targaryen.

Varys knew that Jon thought of the boy as his own son. It was common knowledge that Jon Connington had been in love with the silver prince, well common enough for all the rumors to spread. And the fact that Jon had been in love with Rhaegar was enough to make sure that Jon would do anything to protect Rhaegar´s son. That was the reason that Illyrio had brought Jon Connington in on the scheme to crown Aegon.

As Varys continued his ponderings, he felt a tug on his robes and looked down, one of his birds was trying to get his attention. Varys payed the boy and gave him a little smile.

As he opened the letter, the smile melted of his face and he could feel his heart skip a beat.

Dragonstone had fallen.