The Red Keep- 97AC
Jon Snow/Aurion Targaryen
As a man who had seen some pretty disgusting things throughout his life he thought he would be ready for anything but nothing ever prepared him to witness his own birth through his eyes and god's he vividly remembered it. He would rather see the thenns eat a man, relive Hardhome, or even walk down Ramsey's Snows torture chambers once again as he had after the battle of the bastards.
The second thing was eating or rather drinking, for months he had to suckle on a woman's teats and having an adult mind didn't help. He did his best to banish any unbecoming thoughts from his mind.
Within a few days he had determined who he was and damm was that a surprise. He was someone who didn't exist in the original timeline. He was prince Aurion Targaryen tureborn and firstborn son of Daemon Targaryen "The Rogue Prince" and his first wife and lover, Lady Jonella Stark the elder sister of Lord Benjen Stark of Winterfell and aunt to Rickon and Bernard Stark.
His nephew was Cregan Stark "The Old Man Of The North" , the lord of winter who marched south for Queen Rhaenyra, secured Aegon III place on the iron throne, the man who was hand of the king, the man who sparred with the dragonknight and gave him a tough fight. God's the prospect of it was amazing and frightening at the same time.
From what he gathered his father met his lady mother at a tourney at Seagard and soon after finding himself betrothed to Rhea Royce eloped with his mother and wed her in the Isle of faces. But their happiness was short lived as in less than a year lady Jonella died giving birth to him.
What hurt was the fact he never got to meet his mother in both his lives, yes he remembered her, he remembered the look on her face how she held his father's hand as she passed, how she pressed him to her heart. It was a feeling that he never knew, a feeling he will never know. As the nurses removed him from her arms he did the only thing he could, screamed and cried his eyes out.
Soon after her death his father married lady Rhea Royce. Lady Royce hadn't visited him and he had no misconceptions about how their relationship would be. God's another Catelyn Tully. He was not looking forward to it but this time he won't be taking shit from anyone. He was a prince of the blood, not a bastard.
The Old King visited him once and while he treated him with affection even a blind
man could see he was not pleased with his father's actions, the Good Queen however was much more accommodating.
Jaehaerys was an old man, his beard long and white. His hands were frail yet anyone could see the strength he commanded. His voice still inspired respect. His crown of seven gems to represent the seven. He was an imposing figure.
Queen Alysanne was however a different story, she had grown small and frail, the pure white hair carefully made into a bun. Like her husband she was still an imposing figure yet behind those blue eyes was pain. She had lost 9 of her children till now. Only Prince Baelon and Princess Gael remained with her.
Prince Vaegon was at the citadel and Princess Saera was far away running some pleasure house in Essos. In truth the Targaryen family was broken. Her eldest grandchild had not stepped in the capital since Jaehaerys passed over her claim and named Prince Baelon his heir. Her half sister, Lady Jocelyn had returned to Storm's End and both the Velaryons and Baratheons were upset with the crown. Though she and Jaehaerys had reconciled after the second quarrel it's scars still stayed.
The people who visited him the most were his grandfather, father and uncle Viserys. There would not be a day when at least one of them didn't visit him.
The first time his grandfather took him in his arms the first thing he did was to start comparing him with Princess Alyssa according to him he had her nose before it broke of course. He was a well built man with great physical strength for someone forty name days old. With only his humorous nature to match it. He was kind and loving to his children yet could be strict and not even the rogue prince dared draw his ire.
His uncle Viserys was not a warrior like his father or brother he was more easy going but none dared speak against the prince who had claimed the black dread waking it from long slumber.
His father was an enigma "The Rogue Prince" he grew up hearing stories about him, his ruthlessness, his cruelty. His father was not what he expected would be to say the least. He was definitely not a soft man; he liked to present a ruthless appearance yet would be a whole different person when they were together alone. Just a moon after his birth his father took him on a ride on Caraxes and damm was it awesome.
He remembered his short time riding Rhaegal, feeling the wind on his face, above the world in a position where no one could look down on him. A position that only a few could ever enjoy.
Another thing that intrigued him was his appearance this time around. He had a lot more Targaryen features. His entire build was of a Targaryen with black-brown hair with silver strands here and there. His eyes deep indigo.
A few moons later he was introduced to his cousin, a newly born Princess Rhaenyra and god's even as a babe she was beautiful. He had seen his fair shares of babies in his last life but nothing could compare to her. She had a small tuft of silver gold hair, with deep purple eyes she was the epitome of valyrian beauty.
Time passed quickly and by his first name day he had started walking and speaking. Though he could only speak in broken sentences and words, he was advancing quickly.
The future of house Targaryen had changed and only time will tell whether it will be for the better or worse.