Jon visits Winterfell.

Yep, you heard me. Or read me. Whatever. Enjoy. This one is trippy.

26. Sweet Dreams - Jon

Jon was walking around the grounds of Winterfell. The night was clear to his eyes, but other than a few guards, there was nobody to see. She sleeps, came the answer to his unasked question. Ghost knew he was worried about Sansa.

Ghost… I must be warging. Jon remembered going to sleep, yet he knew this was no dream. Howland Reed had taught him the basics of this strange power, though he couldn't claim to be an expert. It was certainly useful, despite one glaring weakness: without his mind, his body would be vulnerable. At least when I'm sleeping my body should be safe.

They were at the godswood. The rich smell of pine trees and blue winter roses filled his senses. Another here, the wolf seemed to speak in his mind. Jon didn't know exactly what he meant, but when they approached the Heart Tree there was a familiar scent in the air. Bran! He tried to scream. The boy was seated on a strange chair with wheels, and his eyes were white.

He flies, Ghost explained.

Jon was confused. Is he a warg too?

More, his wolf answered.

Bran's eyes shifted back to blue and he blinked, before looking at Ghost. "Hello, Jon."

He can see me? Jon was expecting an answer from the direwolf, but Bran replied, "Yes, I know you're with Ghost now. And no, I can't hear what you're thinking." He spoke in a monotone voice, and his face was expressionless. What happened to him?

"I am the Three-eyed Raven." The way he spoke, it seemed he expected that phrase to answer every question. Bran continued, "However, even my powers are limited."

I don't know what that means.

"I need to learn how to see better. When I have full control of my powers, I will be able to speak to you in your dreams. Until then, this should suffice." He closed his eyes for a moment. "I know you're sleeping at Dragonstone. And that Yara Greyjoy sleeps by your side." Jon was impressed. And embarrassed. I hope he doesn't look every time. He continued, "I can see Daenerys Targaryen talking to Tyrion Lannister at Aegon's Garden." Then he opened his eyes. "And I know your true name, Jon. I saw you when you were praying here. I tried to help, but I don't think you heard me."

I did! Jon remembered hearing Bran's voice in the wind, rustling the leaves of the weirwood tree. He had been too confused at the time to pay closer attention, but he did hear a familiar voice.

"I also know your first meeting with the dragon queen didn't go very well. You didn't even mention the dragonglass. Or the Army of the Dead."

Ugh. He had heard enough from Davos about his mistake. And as he had told the old knight, it wasn't a mistake. She needs to trust me. It would be easier to convince her about the Night King if she believed he was her family.

Bran continued, "Don't give up. She will resist at first, but deep down she's a very lonely person." That was odd. She was surrounded by so many people. "She needs you, Jon. Just as you need her." He closed his eyes again. "A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing."

But I was never alone, Jon considered. He had been raised at Winterfell with brothers and sisters who loved him. Then he had found another family at Castle Black. And even beyond the Wall he had found people he could trust. Maybe she didn't have my luck.

Bran opened his eyes again. "You'll wake up soon, but there are a few things you should know. No matter what Daenerys says, do not attempt to ride Viserion. It won't work. If she doubts you, tell her a dragon is not a slave. Rhaegal is your mount, or he will be once you release him from Euron Greyjoy's influence." He paused to close his eyes once more. "The horn is hidden away in a ship moored at an inlet between the Isle of Tarth and Massey's Hook. There are twelve other ships guarding it." He blinked and stared at them. "You must claim it. With blood."

Blood? Jon didn't like the sound of that. How do I claim it? He wondered.

Mark it, Ghost supplied.

Bran continued talking, "If you're ever confused and you don't know where to go, look for a raven with white eyes." He crooked the corners of his mouth in a tight smile. "I will be there."

Wake up! A faint voice in his ear made him turn around. There was nobody else in the godswood. Come on, you bastard! The voice grew louder, and he recognized the source. Yara. Jon took another glance at Bran, who raised a hand and waved at him. Goodbye, brother.

He opened his eyes to see a worried captain looking at him. Her naked form was on top of him, her legs astride his own, over the furs on his bed. Her hands were locked on his shoulders, gripping tightly.

"Finally!" She huffed, letting him go. "I kept shaking you, but your eyes were all white. What the fuck was that?" She asked, punching him in the chest.

Ouch! She's stronger than she looks. "It's a long story." He put a hand over his heart, near the big scar left by Olly. His eyes drifted down, examining all his other scars.

Her expression softened. "Do they still hurt?" Yara asked gently, surprising him.

She had never asked about his scars before, even after so many nights together. They would spend hours exploring each other's bodies, but not many words were shared between them. I prefer that sweet tongue on my cunt, she had said more than once. Jon was just glad to have someone to warm his bed, so he didn't complain. At least she's not expecting marriage. She had laughed at him for even suggesting it. I like your cock, but I also like pussy. She had said, with a grin on her face. The woman won't be tied down to any man.

"No." He could barely feel anything. Except the cold. "Not physically, anyway." He added, remembering the faces of his killers.

Her hands traced each scar in turn, her warm fingers offering some solace against the cold. "So many… These should've killed you."

"They did." He said, quietly.

Yara stared at him in disbelief. "Fuck that." She dismounted and moved to her side of the bed, covering herself with the furs and setting her head on a fluffy pillow. "You don't look dead to me. No dead man could make me cum so hard."

He smiled despite himself. "Granted, I didn't stay dead for long. Melisandre brought me back with some ritual." Davos had only mentioned a few details. Why did she need to cut my hair?

"Well, fuck me in the ass…" She put a hand on her forehead, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open wide. "So those red priests really do have magic. When that High Priestess said her god saved us, I just assumed the bitch was lying."

"High Priestess?"

"Kinvara." Yara supplied. "We picked her up in Volantis, along with a thousand soldiers. Now she's following the Queen everywhere, saying she's a promised princess or some other crap." She sat up straight, leaning on her pillow. "Well, maybe it's not crap after all."

Jon didn't like the sound of that. Melisandre burned a child for her god, what will Kinvara ask of Daenerys? "Does she have the Queen's confidence?"

"I don't know." Yara shrugged. "Maybe? She did save us in that battle against Euron. If not for that freak wind, our ships would've been destroyed."

He frowned. "Their magic might work, but there's always a cost." He wondered what she did to get that wind. "We can't let them near Daenerys."

"Daenerys?" She grinned, turning on her side to face him. "How familiar. So, what do you think of her?"

Jon hesitated, thinking back to their meeting yesterday. "Hard to say. I barely know her." He couldn't deny being drawn to her, especially when she came close to look at his face. With the heat coming off her, the woman was a furnace, blazing even at a distance. She isn't kissed by fire, she's fire itself.

Yara's grin widened. "In my experience, the best way to get to know someone is by fucking them." Moving closer, she hooked her leg on his and put an arm around his waist. "I tried to get into her bed, but she didn't respond as well as you did." Her eyes widened, as if she had just realised something. "Wait, why don't you try it?"

"Try what?"

"To get her into bed with us." She said, her mouth watering. "We could fuck her together. The woman sure needs to have some fun, or she'll go crazy in this place."

"She's my aunt." Jon couldn't do that. He knew Targaryens had different standards for incest, but he was raised in the North. The Old Gods viewed children of close relations as abominations. Except cousins, for some reason. Gods can be fickle like that, especially when every lord and lady was related in some way. Since they could only marry other lords and ladies, it was hardly surprising. Yet another reason why the freefolk are wiser.

"Come on…" She snuggled closer, leaning on his shoulder to whisper in his ear. "Don't you want to know what her pussy tastes like?" Her hand dropped from his waist to stroke his cock. "Feel the heat of her sweet nectar on your tongue as you make her scream with pleasure?" She pressed up against him, rubbing herself on his leg. "I know I do." She started kissing his neck.

"Yara…" He tried to protest, but his body reacted with vigor.

She smiled, moving to straddle him. "If it bothers you, let me fuck her." She said, leading his hard member into her opening. "While you fuck me." They moaned together as she impaled herself on him. She rode him hard that morning, climbing the mountain to reach the peak twice, before finally falling down on top of him, their bodies slick with sweat.

"Well?" Breathing hard, Yara looked up at him expectantly

He took a moment to catch his own breath, giving him time to think. She really wants a taste of the dragon queen. Jon knew this could cause trouble. But if what Bran said was right, Daenerys needed him. To fuck her? He doubted that. She didn't look like she needed help in that area. He remembered her uncontrolled laughter in the throne room. That had been the laugh of someone who wasn't used to laughing very often. Maybe Yara's right, and she just needs to have fun.

"I'll think about it." He said, finally.

She seemed happier than ever before. Maybe she prefers women, he considered, as her mouth captured him in a wet kiss.

Yep, I really like Yara. She's like a female version of Oberyn Martell. It's a shame the show didn't do more with her.

On a related note, I noticed I've been neglecting Theon. Most of the stuff I have for him is later on when they go back to Winterfell and see Sansa again, but I'll try to add him in these earlier chapters a bit more.

And now you understand why I needed to keep Ghost at Winterfell. Jon has an instant window into whatever happens in the North. And with Bran there, they won't need ravens to send messages.

The date is 12/06/2019. (I know it might be confusing for American readers, but putting the month before the day just feels wrong to me. Unless it's year/month/day. And that would be even more confusing)