SANSA

This was the second night in a row that Sansa barely slept, but unlike the night before it wasn't because of a battle that loomed over her. No, this time it was because of something else entirely.

Shireen´s words rang though her head. Wouldn't it be easier if you and Jon just married each other? She didn't know how long she had sat in her father´s old chair, in stunned silence before she left for her room.

Sansa had spent the night tossing and turning in her bed, while contemplating Shireen´s words. Could Sansa just marry Jon? If she was honest with herself, there wasn't anyone else she would rather marry than Jon. The very thought of marrying him brought a smile to her lips for some reason.

Jon was not only the best option for her politically, but he was also the best option for her personally. Jon was honestly speaking, the only man that Sansa could see herself spending the rest of her life with, he was kind and honest, and he had always treated her with respect and listened to her opinion.

She also knew that without a shadow of a doubt that he would never hurt her like Ramsay had done, and how Joffrey had threatened to.

It would also help Jon politically, Sansa had ties to the ruling house of the Vale and soon the Riverlands, when Jon had restored house Tully to Riverrun.

It would also help him in the north, house Targaryen had promised house Stark a princess in exchange for their help in the first Dance of the dragons, but they had never made good on their promise, but if Jon offered house Stark, a king instead of a princess, that would make the lords see that Jon was making good on the promises of the past.

It would also give the north, a northern queen, and that would go far with the northern lords. A half a Stark King with a Stark queen would make the loyal lords of the north very happy; it would also tie the north so firmly to Jon that not one of the lords of the north could think that Jon was anything but committed of the land of his mother.

But more importantly, it would keep Jon and herself out of Littlefinger´s schemes of marriage. Though Sansa knew that Petyr Baelish didn't worry about killing kings when it suited him. So, Sansa and Jon would have to work fast to eliminate him. Sansa would have to find food testers and they would have to form a king´s guard so that Jon would always be save.

Sansa knew that she needed to get the Bronze Yohn on her side, which wouldn't be that hard when he found out that Littlefinger betrayed Ned Stark to the queen and when Sansa would tell him that it had been Lysa who had poisoned Lord Arryn on Littlefinger´s orders.

Sansa got up from the bed and up on a robe, she could see Ice lounging in front of the fireplace, but the rapidly growing direwolf was watching her closely, most likely hoping Sansa would come over and give her a belly rub.

She couldn't help but to smile at the large wolf, Ice was so different from Lady. Sansa´s first direwolf had been of a light grey color and she had been better behaved than most people. But Ice was of a darker color and a lot wilder than Lady, but Ice was still well behaved and listened to Sansa and did everything that she asked.

Sansa sat down by her lovely direwolf and started to rub Ice´s belly, much to the pup´s happiness. Ice was quick to roll over on her back and Sansa laughed at the face her wolf was making. Ice looked absolutely delighted at having her belly rubbed and her tongue was hanging to her ears.

As she sat on the floor in front of the fireplace and petted her direwolf, Sansa´s mind wandered back to Jon and the prospect of marriage.

What would it be like to be married to him? As she started to imagine married life with Jon, her heart started to flutter, and her stomach was willed with butterflies.

She could see the sun had started to rise on the horizon, breakfast would be served soon, and she needed to talk to the King about marriage prospects. Not just their own, but for Shireen and they needed to talk to the Wull about betrothing his granddaughter to Rickon.

Sansa stood up, much to Ice´s disappointment and went to the closet. She dragged out her newest dress that was lovely stark grey and it had winter roses embroidered into the bodice of the dress.

She quickly dressed and hurried to the great hall with Ice following her. Some of the lords were already in the great hall, and among them was Jon and Rickon who had both taken their seats at the high table.

Sansa spied Ser Brienne and Podrick on one of the lower tables with some of the other knights that had come with them from White Harbor, the knights of White Harbor didn't seem to have any problem with Ser Brienne having been knighted, in fact she seemed to have impressed them for having saved Sansa and having been knighted by the king himself.

Rickon seemed a lot more chipper than he had been the day before, but it seemed to Sansa that the overall demeanor of the youngest son of Ned and Catelyn Stark was different from what he had been before.

As a babe he had been rambunctious and would rarely sit still, but now he was trying his hardest to imitate Jon in every way it seemed.

As she approached them, she could hear Rickon peppering Jon with questions, and Jon was answering them with more patience then she thought humanly possible at such an early time of day.

Sansa sat down beside Jon, who smiled at her and Sansa could feel her heart skip a beat. The only thought that was in her mind was how handsome he was. Had he always been this handsome?

Sansa had to forcibly push those thoughts down, she had focus on the matter at hand.

"Morning." She greeted Jon and Rickon. While Jon was the perfect gentleman and didn't speak with his mouth full of food, but Rickon had no difficulty greeting her with his mouth so stuffed with food that it was spilling out as he said "Morning." Well, Sansa guessed that he was trying to say morning.

Jon laughed at the young boy. "Rickon, we don't talk with our mouths full. You must swallow first." Rickon stared at Jon for a moment, then he started to furiously nod his head. "I promise that I will never do it again."

Rickon seemed so earnest at that moment that Sansa doubted that he would ever talk with his mouth full ever again.

They continued their breakfast and made some small talk. "Jon, can we talk after the morning meal? I have something to talk to you about." Jon looked a little worried at she was saying, judging by the frown on his face, but nodded.

"Is everything alright?"

Sansa just smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, everything is fine, but we have to continue our talk from yesterday." Jon´s face turned a little pink as he focused on his food.

After the morning meal, she and Jon vacated to the solar of the lord of Winterfell. Rickon of course refused to be left behind and followed them to the solar. Before she left the hall, she stopped by one of the guards, and asked him to send Shireen to the lord´s solar when she was finished breaking her fast.

Ser Brienne and Podrick followed them and stood guard outside the door. Ice had followed them into the solar and lay down in front of the fire, and all Sansa could think that this was the sleepiest direwolf in known history.

Jon took a seat in front of the desk, which made Sansa stare at him in surprise. Why wasn't he sitting down in her father´s old seat? Rickon climbed into his cousin´s lap and made himself comfortable.

When she asked him why he didn't take the lord´s seat, he gave her a smile. "This isn't my desk or solar, you are the acting Warden of the North and Rickon´s regent until he becomes of age, until then this is your solar." Sansa just stared at him in silence, she had known that Jon wanted her to become Rickon´s regent but him saying this so nonchalantly was very surprising.

"Are you sure Jon? I get you want me to become Rickon´s regent, but the Warden of the north is a military position and I have no military experience."

Jon nodded. "Aye, I know but I think that it is best that I name you the Warden. You already know a lot of the things that the Warden needs to know. I will be making all the strategic plans and leading the men in battle, but the other duties of a Warden are all things that you know how to do, like supply lines and political maneuvering are things that you can do in your sleep."

Sansa could feel the lump in her throat, she was so touched by his faith in her that she was close to tears.

His words made her more confident than ever that he really was the best choice for her as a husband, Sansa wanted a husband that respected her and trusted her to things more complicated than decide what they should eat for dinner.

Sansa rushed over to Jon, were he sat in the chair with Rickon in his lap and pulled him into a hug, effectively squashing Rickon between them. She couldn't hug Jon for long as Rickon started to protest being squeezed between them.

Sansa sat down in her father´s chair, that was now her chair, until Rickon came of age.

"So, you wanted to continue our talk." Jon stated as he watched Sansa with his valyrian steel grey eyes.

Sansa nodded. "Yes, Shireen and I talked after you and Rickon left yesterday, and I have a suggestion for a lord for her to be betroth her too." Jon didn't look like he was happy with betrothing his cousin to someone that he didn't know.

Sansa continued. "Alysane Mormont has a young son, his name is Jeor Mormont, I was thinking that it would be a good match for the both of them. The Mormonts respect their women and I doubt that young Jeor will be much different." Jon´s handsome face had lost its frown and he seemed to be contemplating this.

"Aye, I agree, he might even be content to let Shireen rule her lands as he has been raised on bear island, and it would tie the Stormlands to the North."

Sansa smiled; she was glad that he liked her idea. "I have also been thinking about your idea of betrothing the Wull´s granddaughter to Rickon." This made Rickon take interest in what they were saying.

"Do I have to get married?" His voice was high, and his eyes were the size of dinner plates. He was looking between Jon and his sister in alarm.

"Don't worry Rickon, you won't marry until you are grown up, for now, we just want to betroth you to the granddaughter of the Wull." Sansa explanation left Rickon looking sour.

"I hope I never become an grown up." He said and crossed his arms and pouted. Jon looked like he was trying his hardest not to laugh at the young boys' words and Sansa could feel Jon´s pain, as she tried to suppress her giggles.

Sansa was very glad when there was a knock on the door and Shireen was announced. The lady of Storm´s End walked into the room and sat down in the chair besides Jon when Sansa offered it to her.

Sansa cleared her throat, now for the hard part. "Last night Shireen gave me an idea for both of our marriage problems." Sansa stopped speaking for a moment to gather her courage. She didn't think that she had ever been so nervous saying something to Jon.

Sansa looked up a saw that Shireen was smiling ear to ear. Sansa had never seen the girl smile so wide before. Well, there was no going back now, she had to continue.

"I think that it would be a good idea for us to marry each other." That statement was followed by silence. Then Jon broke the it.

"Shireen, Rickon why don't you two take Ice to the godswood and let her stretch her legs and see if you can find Ghost." He let Rickon down from his lap and both Shireen and Rickon left the solar, but Sansa could see that Rickon wasn't happy about having to leave the solar without Jon.

Jon waited until both Shireen and Rickon had left the solar before he said anything. When they left the room, Jon leaned a little forward and rested his elbows on his knees, but his sharp grey eyes never left her blue ones.

It was a while until Jon spoke. "I have to admit that it is the best political option for the both of us, but is this something you want?"

Of course, Jon would ask her if this what she wanted, he was just that kind of man, he wanted her to be happy. Sansa would have preferred more time until she would have get married again, but with the unmarried lords of the north hounding her and Littlefinger arriving in two days, she knew that she was running out of time.

"You are the best man I know, and you respect me and listen to me when I talk, and I know that you would never hurt me." At the end, Sansa´s voice was starting to crack. Jon hurriedly stood up from his chair and pulled her into his arms.

He held her close as she tried to keep from sobbing. It would take more time for her to heal from the wounds that Ramsay had left on her soul, and she hoped that maybe one day she wouldn't have his shadow hanging over her.

Sansa hugged Jon close to her and breathed in his scent as discreetly as she could, for some reason his smell made her feel better, he smelled so good that she wanted to bury her head in his neck.

When she had gotten her sobs under control, they took a half a step away from each other, but Jon still had his hands on her arms, and he was rubbing his thumbs in circles.

"I would be honored to marry you Sansa, but I want this to be on your terms, and I want you to know that you are in control."

The smile that broke out on her face was probably one of the brightest she had in years.

JON

After hearing Sansa tell him that she thought that they should just marry each other, he was feeling like he was in a dream. They had talked for some time and tonight they would be telling Shireen and Rickon their decision, that they would be marrying soon after the execution of Ramsay Snow, but before Jon would have to go to the Barrowlands to root out Lady Dustin.

Sansa and Jon both thought it would be for the best to have all the loyal lords of the north to be in attendance when they got married. They didn't want anyone of the lords to have an excuse to feel slighted after having declared for them and helped them in the battle against Ramsay Snow.

After they had removed Lady Dustin from the Barrowlands, they would be going south to the Riverlands and free the prisoners from the Red Wedding and they would also be retaking Riverrun from Emmon Frey and his wife Genna Lannister.

Jon was hoping that they could meet the Riverlords in Riverrun, and hopefully after seeing Jon free their liege lord from the dungeons of the Twins they would fall in line. There had of course been houses in Robert´s rebellion that had sided with the Targaryens, and even though some of them had been depleted after the rebellion, Jon hoped that they would still side with Jon when they had the chance.

Jon walked out of the castle and into the court yard, it was full of men that were still finding and cutting down the last Bolton banners, they were putting them in a pile some way away from the castle, where they were being fed to a fire that was still burning from the battle the day before.

Jon hurried the best he could out of the courtyard before anyone could stop him, after the conversation with Sansa he needed to clear his head, and he wanted to see the dragons.

He had been lucky to escape the castle, he had managed to convince Rickon that as the lord of Winterfell, Rickon needed to attend the lessons with maester Wolkan alongside Shireen. Rickon wasn't happy about this, but he relented.

As Jon left the courtyard, he could see that the soldiers had made a tent city across the field in front of Winterfell. Jon walked through the field of tents and greeted the men as he passed. It took him some time to reach the edge of the encampment.

Jon continued his walk until he could see where the dragons had made their nest. Rhaegal and Viserion had dug out, with both claws and fire, a hole that they shared with the younger dragons.

Jon was very happy that Rhaegal and Viserion had accepted the four young dragons into their nest, it would make things a lot easier for everyone that the older dragons making sure that the younger lot was behaving themselves.

Jon knew that Rhaegal and Viserion had not always behaved themselves, but now it was much easier for Jon to moderate Rhaegal´s behavior and therefore Viserion´s, as the pale dragon looked to Rhaegal for leadership.

Jon continued to the nest that Rhaegal and Viserion had made for themselves and the smaller dragons.

Jon could spy Rhaegal and Viserion in their nest, and the others were flying high in the air, playing. Rhaegal spotted him as he walked across the field to their nest, and the great emerald dragon started towards him, letting out happy shrieks was he came closer.

Jon could hear the men in the tent city behind him, he could hear shouts from the soldiers. "Look the king is going to the dragons!" One voice shouted, presumably to get the attention of the other men. Jon was still getting used to the fact he was now the king, it felt so surreal to Jon having been thought of as the bastard of Winterfell for so long and now having to take on the mantle of Kingship.

Jon stopped paying attention to the shouts of the men and continued the walk to Rhaegal.

When they meet, Rhaegal lowered his head so that Jon could rub his nose, like the emerald dragon loved, the dragon purred with happiness at the nose rub.

Jon could hear Viserion, as the pale dragon walked closer to them and the shrieks of the four younger dragons as they came flying to greet him.

Viserion came to a stop besides Rhaegal and lowered his head so that Jon could pat him on the nose as well.

"Thank you, both of you, I don't think that I could have saved Rickon without you." Jon knew that without Rhaegal and Viserion, he would have been hard pressed to save his cousin, and he could never really thank them enough for having been there, to fly in to save Rickon.

The smaller dragons landed and demanded their share of petting for having guarded Sansa and Shireen so well. Jon let out a laugh as they clamored of his affection, but after a short while Jon made them stop and sent them back, it wouldn't be a good idea for them to get too excited, Jon knew that what they learned now, they would carry with them for the rest of their lives so it would be better if they weren´t allowed to be too demanding.

Jon petted Viserion again and thanked him once more for his help in saving Rickon, then the pale dragon went back to the nest he shared with Rhaegal and the younger dragons.

Jon continued petting Rhaegal´s snout and he could feel the gazes of the soldiers, as they continued staring at him as he spent time with the dragons. Jon turned his head a little so that he could see the soldiers behind him.

From this distance he couldn't make out their faces in detail, but he was close enough to see that they were both shocked and amazed by the dragons.

Jon turned back to Rhaegal. "Shall we go?" Jon asked his dragon with a smile on his face. Rhaegal let out a happy shriek and lowered his shoulder so that Jon could climb on, as he had by now done this so many times in the dark, that it was easy for him in the daylight without anyone clinging to him for dear life.

As soon as Jon was on his back, Rhaegal kicked off the ground. Even though the wind was rushing around his ears, he could hear the soldiers shout and cheer.

Jon looked down on the ground as the soldiers were very quickly growing smaller and smaller by the moment. Jon looked behind him and saw that Viserion and the younger dragons had decided to stay in the nest, as the four dragons that had been hatched on his funerial pyre, were still too small to keep up with the larger dragons in flight, and it seemed that the larger dragons didn't want to leave them without supervision.

Jon decided to turn north, he didn't want the knights of the Vale to see Rhaegal and start to attack them as they flew overhead in a fit of fear.

As they flew together in the cool northern air, Jon could feel his mind clearing from all the thoughts that had assaulted him that day.

Sansa´s suggestion had left him a little rattled, it wasn't that he was opposed to marrying Sansa, no, it was the opposite, Jon was all too eager to marry her.

And that frightened him more than words could express. Sansa had suffered enough, she shouldn't have to deal with the likes of Littlefinger trying to get his hands on her, and men like Ramsay who had abused her.

Then she was being forced to marry her cousin that she had thought was her brother for the most of their lives, so that some whoremonger couldn't get his hands on her. Jon had never met Petyr Baelish, but he hated him with passion. That man was responsible for so much of the misery Sansa had gone through and now he was coming to Winterfell, thinking that he was welcome.

Littlefinger was in for a rude awakening if he thought for a moment that he could weasel his way into Sansa´s life again. Judging from what Sansa had told him of the man, Jon was sure that the man would try to cause as much chaos as he could to divide them and turn them against one another.

Janos Slynt had told Jon all about who had paid him to betray Ned Stark to the queen. Slynt had told him how Littlefinger had paid him to kill the Stark men while Baelish himself had held a dagger to Ned Stark´s throat.

If this information was revealed to the lords of the north, Littlefinger would never leave the north alive, but Jon knew that he couldn't prove it, all he had was the word of a dead black brother that Jon had executed himself.

Jon knew that when the lords of the north had crowned him king, his word became unquestionable, but Jon was not going to condemn a man to death without proof, even though he knew in his gut that Littlefinger was as guilty as they came.

But that didn't mean that he was going to let Petyr Baelish get away with selling his uncle to the Lannisters and selling Sansa to the Boltons.

No, he knew that they would have to stop the whoremonger, he would have to talk to Sansa and ask her more questions about the man that would soon be arriving in Winterfell, with the might of the Vale behind him.

VARYS

Varys entered the war room of the Baratheon´s of Storm´s End, inside the room were a couple of the commanders of the Golden Company, the hand of the "king" Jon Connington and of course Aegon Targaryen himself.

Varys was dreading telling Aegon and his council about the fall of Dragonstone. The boy thought of it as his ancestral seat and he would want it back. Varys had spent the day before verifying the news and as he had suspected, they were very real.

He had also gotten more news when he had been looking into who had taken Dragonstone. Apparently, Stannis was now dead, he had died in battle against the bastard of Bolton.

While Varys was glad that they didn't have to deal with the middle Baratheon brother, far more serious problems had arisen after his death.

"Varys, do you have any news?" Aegon´s voice was starting to get on his nerves, maybe it wasn't his voice per say, but the unbelievable amount of superiority in his tone. This boy who called himself king, seemed to believe that everyone that was different from him was beneath him, and he turned his nose up at them.

After his own thoughts on the boy the day before, Varys had decided to keep a close eye on the boy, and Aegon seemed to have little regard for the servants or the common people, despite having been raised among them while hiding.

It seemed that the years living with the common people hadn't broken his habit of looking down on them as much as Varys had hoped.

Varys had asked his dear friend Illyrio to make sure that the boy would sympathize with the plights of the poor, but it hadn't worked as well as Varys had hoped. Maybe it was the fact that the boy had been raised knowing that he was one day going to become the king of the seven kingdoms, that had colored his view on life, and made him believe that he was somehow better than common people.

"Yes, I do your grace." Varys put on his best master of whispers façade. "There is some troubling news from Dragonstone I am afraid." This caused the men in the room to frown, to the best of their knowledge, Dragonstone was left largely abandoned after Stannis had gone north and therefore there was no one ruling the island.

But despite the men murmuring and frowning in his direction, Varys decided to continue. "It seemed that after the death of Stannis in the battle with the Bolton bastard, Ser Davos Seaworth has gone to Dragonstone and is now holding it in the name of his new king."

The silence was deafening. Then it was broken by a snort from one of the commanders of the golden company. "I heard that Stannis had only one child and that is a disfigured daughter, it seems that your information is wrong eunuch." This caused the men in the room to laugh like the commander had said something unbelievably clever, but Varys was hard pressed not to roll his eyes.

"I never said that Ser Davos had declared for Shireen Baratheon." This caused the men to fall silent. "It seems that the former hand of Stannis and the lords of the North had decided to follow a Targaryen king."

Before Varys could continue with his report, Aegon decided to speak.

"Of course, they must have had news of our grand victory here in the Stormlands and decided to declare for me." The pompous tone in his voice was more pronounced than ever before. "The Northerners must have thought that I will protect them against the Lannisters, but they will have to do more if I am to help them get rid of the Bolton bastard, I remember well their betrayal of my house and family." This statement was followed by cheers.

"Your grace, you are not the Targaryen that I was talking about." He opened his mouth to say more but he was interrupted again by Aegon.

"They have declared for my aunt? A woman? I am the rightful king of the seven kingdoms, and everyone knows that a son come before an aunt in the line of succession, even if she has dragons." Aegon´s face had turned red with anger at the thought that some of the lords would prefer Daenerys over him.

Varys had to hurry before he was interrupted again. "Your grace it is not your aunt that they have declared for, but in fact Rhaegar Targaryen´s other son, his trueborn son by Lyanna Stark." The young claimant to the iron throne had gone stark white, and Varys was sure that he had never seen anyone gotten so pale, so fast. Then the boy turned purple in his anger.

"My father didn't marry that Stark harlot; he would never have done that. I am the only trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen. I am the rightful king of the seven kingdoms." Aegon was shouting now and his spit was flying everywhere.

Aegon seemed to be preparing to continue his tirade, but Connington intervened. "Lord Varys, these are lies, surely?" Jon was begging Varys to confirm his thoughts, but Varys did no such thing.

"I am afraid not, it seems that not only does the son of Lyanna Stark have proof that his mother married Rhaegar, he also has the announcement of his birth and a document from Elia Martell declaring that she knew of the arrangement and approved of it, and there was a witness that is alive and well, and willing to testify that everything that has been claimed, is the truth." Varys took a moment to breath before he continued.

"The boy also has Darksister, the crown of Aegon the conqueror and four living dragons." All the men in the room were staring at him in disbelieve. Then the room erupted into chaos.

All the commanders were shouting at one another and the young claimant to the iron throne was shaking with anger.

"ENOUGH." The room thankfully fell silent again after Connington had stood from his chair and demanded them to stop. "Even though this is true, the boy is only a second son and therefore he cannot inherit before Aegon." This seemed to pacify the men in the room.

Varys looked at Connington, sure he was right but there was a large glaring flaw in his statement.

"Under normal circumstances I would agree with you Jon, but there is one large problem." The men stared at him with such intensity that he thought for a moment that their gaze would burn holes into him. "Unlike this northern Targaryen, we have only our word that Aegon is the son of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen, and the lords of Westeros will not just take us at our word."

"Wait." Harry Strickland looked at him with curiosity written plainly over his face. "Where has this "Targaryen" been hiding all these years if I may ask, it seems suspicious that he is only revealing his parentage now."

Varys knew that this would come up, of course Harry would ask this question. "Apparently he was a member of the Night´s Watch, but he was released from his vows following some extraordinary circumstances."

This made Aegon grin happily. "So, he is a criminal trying to steal my crown. No one south of the neck will follow a criminal."

Varys shook his head. "No, actually he volunteered to join the watch without having committed any crime." Varys looked over the room and gathered his thoughts before continuing. "According to my little birds, his uncle, Ned Stark was hiding him in plain sight for all these years in Winterfell, so that Robert Baratheon couldn't get his hands on him. Lord Stark changed his name so that no one would suspect that he was secretly a Targaryen."

Harry looked at him with his screwed eyes. "But surely the boy´s Targaryen heritage would have revealed him to the usurper?"

Varys shook his head. "No, is seems that he inherited his mother´s coloring and that was enough to pass him of as Ned Stark bastard son, and the boy spent his early life living among Ned Stark´s children, believing that he was their bastard brother, Jon Snow."

Varys could see that the commanders were staring to get very nervous, something that Varys could very well understand. This Jon Targaryen was looking like a real contender for the throne, and the fact he had the backing of the north was something else indeed.

Yes, having Darksister, the crown of Aegon the conqueror and four dragons would go a long way for him in the battle for the iron throne, but the northern lords declaring for a Targaryen was very impressive indeed.

It must have been the fact that he was the son of Lyanna Stark that endeared him to the lords of the north, and the fact he was raised by the late Ned Stark, who was well loved in the north.

The northern lords would also be itching for revenge against the Lannisters, the Freys and the Boltons after the Red Wedding, and this Jon Targaryen had been raised to believe that Robb Stark was his brother, and most likely he would give the northern lords there revenge on a silver platter.

Varys had to admit that he didn't know a lot about the second born son of Rhaegar Targaryen, but the fact he had the love of the north while still being a Targaryen and the fact he had somehow managed to get his hands on not only the sword of Visenya Targaryen but also the crown of Aegon the conqueror and four dragons, was enough to take a serious look at him as the future king of the seven kingdoms.

Varys looked on as the room had erupted into chaos once again, he could see young Aegon shout at Jon Connington about how this would not stand, no usurper would take his throne from him.

This was not what a future king should behave like, but would this Jon Targaryen be any different? Varys had to admit to himself that the lords would most likely never declare for anyone that behaved like Aegon was behaving now, in front of his own commanders no less.

Varys had also met Ned Stark, and he doubted that the man would have let his perceived bastard son behave like a spoiled princeling. This Jon Targaryen had also volunteered to join the nights watch and the life on the wall wasn't easy, nor did the wall forgive weakness.

Varys had also heard another rumor about the second son of Rhaegar Targaryen, it was how he had been murdered by some of his black brothers for having negotiated peace between the men of the watch and the wildlings in the north. The rumors said that he had been put on a funeral pyre, like tradition of the watch dictated, then he had risen from the dead and out of the flames with four dragons in his arms.

He had decided to leave that part out of the report about Jon Targaryen, the commanders and Aegon would never believe that someone had risen from the dead, and Varys had wanted them to take the threat to Aegon´s claim seriously as he wanted to see how they would react to the news.

Varys knew that in all reality, the northern Targaryen had a better claim on the throne than anyone else in the world, even if Aegon turned out to be the actual son of Rhaegar and Elia. Unlike Aegon, Jon Targaryen had proof of who he was, according to the reports Varys had received and he had already shown it to the lords of the north.

Maybe it was time to go north and see the man that the northern lords were calling Father of Dragons.