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.

Sorry for the delay, it is coming up to Christmas so I am busy outside of writing which is slowing me down a bit.

Jon XIV

Jon had spent the last day playing with Sam's two boys and fetching food and water for Sansa and Brienne. He had to admit he wasn't overly happy about the situation, although he wasn't the most selfish of people, he had wanted just two days for him and Sansa to have some privacy and time alone, where they could be a normal couple before being transported into a whirlwind of discovery and subterfuge. For the latter, his best hope was Tyrion Lannister, which in itself seemed like the potential to be a huge mistake, however Tyrion had developed a soft spot for Ranny, who was completely loyal to Jon and that, Jon hoped would mean Tyrion would also stay loyal to him. If Tyrion stayed loyal, then Jon and Sansa had employed one of the best to help him wit whatever was to come, although he knew in his heart of hearts, he couldn't avoid the Iron Throne, he had simply been putting it off. The only two people who would have been better at deception than Tyrion were Littlefinger and Varys, the first being a hideous snake, the second was a person who often did bad things for the right reasons, so he somewhat understood him.

The man he had spent the last day with, who had helped to occupy the children was a man called Rodden. Jon wanted to know his backstory, but for a change, he wasn't prepared to pry until the babe was born and Brienne was present. She would know much of his story, or at least be able to corroborate some of it. The fact Brienne and Gilly were happy to allow the children to be looked after by him, suggested they had faith in him, but Jon wasn't a trusting person, not anymore. Once upon a time he would have taken Ser Rodden at face value, but he had since met some less savoury characters who hid behind a mask of charm and trustworthiness, Jon wasn't going to fall for any more mistakes. Therefore, he had kept the conversation light and tried to dedicate it towards keeping the children occupied. When the cry of a baby was heard next door, Jon felt a weight had been lifted, although he didn't know if Gilly was alright or not, which was the next worry.

"Can I see mummy?" Little Sam asked.

"We just need to wait a bit. The need to make sure your new brother or sister is alright." he reassured them. However he began to feel nervous himself as time began to tick by, or so it seemed. Then finally the door opened, Brienne and Sansa entered the solar and beckoned for the two boys to join their parents.

Once the two boys were inside the bedroom with their parents, Sansa closed the door behind her and turned towards Ser Rodden. "What is a Silverwing?" she demanded. "I want to know everything."

"A Silverwing?" Jon frowned.

"I'm assuming you know?" Sansa said to Ser Rodden, who nodded his head. Sansa turned to Brienne. "And you?" she asked.

"I know what I've been told, but Ser Rodden knows more." she said.

"Are you a Silverwing?" Jon asked.

"Was." Ser Rodden corrected him, Jon laughed.

"Once upon a time, I was a man of the Night's Watch. I joined a band of Wildlings, integrated myself, even told them secrets that only a man who had double crossed the Watch would have told them. I even broke my vow of chastity and fell in love with one of the women. But at the end of the day, I was still a man of the Night's Watch. I didn't betray my brothers, I double crossed the Freefolk instead. I was pretending to be one of them. Even my love for the wildling woman wasn't enough for me to truly make me one of theirs. I was always loyal to the Watch. I just had to do things against it for the greater good, or so I thought at the time. I can't ask you to prove you are no longer a Silverwing, or whatever that is, so I think you best explain what a Silverwing is. Just remember, I want the truth, if you betray us, I have two young dragons here and a large one outside." he threatened, although Jon hated using Drogon. However, as if on cue, Drogon circled around outside and breathed out a stream of fire, as if to remind Ser Rodden of his capabilities.

"I think the better question is who is the Lady of Lys?" Brienne interjected.

"The Lady of Lys?" Sansa asked.

"She's the Mistress of Whisperers." Brienne explained. "She is also Bran's wife, who claims to be Serenei of Lys, but I don't think she is everything she claims to be."

"Her name is Shiera." Ser Rodden told them. "She is a witch of sorts. She is also very old."

"How old?" Jon asked.

"Over a hundred years old, maybe more, I don't know. I once saw her without her necklace and she was..." Ser Rodden shook his head in disgust.

"And yet you still loved her?" Brienne asked.

"I was drinking the potion." Ser Rodden told them.

"What potion?" Sansa asked.

"Some type of love potion I think." Ser Rodden explained. "She was an expert in glamours, which is why I looked different. She created all of our glamours to look like her so she could say we were her brothers." he looked at Brienne. "They are all equally poisoned, or so I believe."

"Why did she marry Bran?" Sansa asked.

"She promised herself to a man many years ago, but only if he could take the Iron Throne. He was a greenseer. He told her they would have to wait until the boy was born to create her army, the Silverwings. I think the boy was Bran." Rodden told them.

"You never told me any of this." Brienne said.

"It is still coming back to me. Once I stopped taking the potion, memories which I'd either suppressed or the potion made them disappear, began to slowly return. I only remembered her real name when we were playing with the boys and talking about the Blackfyre Rebellions." he looked to Jon. "You mentioned Shiera Seastar, that is her name."

"Who did she promise herself to?" Sansa asked.

"Brynden Rivers, although I doubt that is him." Ser Rodden shrugged. "I suppose he could be. But I'm not even sure she is the same anymore." he frowned.

"I don't understand." Brienne said. "She doesn't seem any different."

"Not to you, but to me she is very different to the woman who arrived at Kings Landing. She's...colder. She's killing children, which was why I had to get Gilly and the babes away, she wanted all three of them. They are creating an army, one who they can control with their minds." Ser Rodden explained.

Sansa and Jon looked at each other wearily. "Like the whitewalkers." Sansa said.

"Oh my god." Brienne shook her head. "I hope not."

"I think you need to tell it from the start." Jon said.

"It's a long story." Rodden told them.

"I'll get some wine and ale." Jon said as he brought two more cups from the chest for Sansa and Brienne, before pulling out a barrel of ale and three bottles of wine. "That should keep us going." he said as they all sat beside the fire and Ser Rodden started to talk.

"My father was a fisherman, son of an ale merchant in Braavos. My mother was from Westeros, somewhere in the north I think. But she died giving birth to me. My father remarried, she raised me as her own. I never wanted to be a fisherman, I wanted to be the First Sword of Braavos, but dreams are for foolish children." Ser Rodden smiled. "For my fourteenth birthday, my older brother paid for me to visit a whorehouse and become a man. I couldn't do it with any of them, because on the way in, I saw the most beautiful woman in the world. None of the women in the whorehouse could compete. The woman took me to one side and seduced me. I was a green boy and became smitten. She promised me the world and asked for me to be her husband. I agreed, but my father wouldn't have it, so we ran away. She had been giving me wine to drink every day, but I didn't know it was some kind of love potion. I would've done anything for her, including share her. She said we were to be married and put a ring on my finger. Slowly I began to look like her, she said I needed to tell everyone I was her brother. By this point I was brainwashed by whatever she was giving me, along with the ring. She wanted me to recruit others, although it turned out she had two already lined up. She told me they were her true children, although I doubt that. Aelon and Jaemon." he said.

"The ones who escorted Sam here?" Brienne asked and Rodden nodded.

"And left him for dead." Jon snarled.

"They want complete control." Rodden said. "They don't care how much they upset the people, they want to control all of them. They're starting with the whores, taking their newborns, claiming it is to train them for an army. Then they began to take the urchins from the streets and the orphans, again, raising them to fight in an army. Next will be the bastards and cripples, both highborn and lowborn. The cripples will be used to perform blood magic. She is trying to give Bran a babe and make him walk again, which I believe she has done."

"What do they intend to do?" Jon ask.

"They want to rule Westeros with dragons. While you are alive and bonded to Drogon, then he cannot be used." Rodden said.

"Which is why he wanted you dead." Sansa nodded at Jon.

"Aye." Jon agreed before turning to Rodden. "Why do they want dragons? They aren't Targaryen's or dragon riders."

"If Shiera is Shiera Seastar then she has Targaryen blood and could ride a dragon, as could Aelon and Jaemon. If Bran is Brynden Rivers, he could also ride one." Rodden suggested.

Jon shook his head. "Shiera and her sons maybe, but Bran has no Targaryen blood, he would need to warg into a dragon. The only other person I have seen ride a dragon was the Night's King. He had other magical abilities. He had to kill the dragon first, then he could command it."

Sansa looked at Jon in fear. "Bran isn't Brynden Rivers."

"How do you know?" Jon asked.

"The prophecy. You should have killed him, not Arya. He is still alive, he might be inside Bran." she said.

"Might be is a very big assumption." Jon frowned.

"Or he is Brynden Rivers and is being just as destructive." Brienne offered. "Whichever way, he must be destroyed. Both of them must."

"I've already killed a Queen." Jon shook his head. "But this is me killing my little brother, how can I do that?" he asked.

"He's not your brother." Brienne insisted. "You are setting him free."

"We can't be certain." Jon argued.

"Take the throne and find out what they are doing." Sansa told him.

"How? We are dealing with magic." Jon sighed.

"And we don't have magic on our side?" Sansa pointed to the two dragons. "We need to go to Valyria and Volantis. We can ask questions, maybe channel magic. You can walk through fire. You died and came back to life. I can see through the eyes of Rhaenys."

"You can warg?" Jon asked.

"A little." Sansa admitted.

"Have you ever tried warging into another animal?" he asked.

Sansa shook her head. "Rhaenys was an accident. Can you?" she asked, Jon nodded.

"I've don't it a few times in Ghost and Drogon. But never anything else." Jon said.

"Bran is a greenseer and Shiera is a witch, you are going to need something a bit more powerful than warging and walking through fire." Rodden said.

"How do you know about warging?" Jon asked.

"My real mother was from Westeros. I could warg before Shiera found me..." he started.

"That's why she wanted you." Jon said. "She wanted your abilities."

"We are going to need to talk this over with Tyrion." Jon sighed. "He and Davos are devising a plan."

"Tyrion?" Brienne frowned. "He's still with you?" she asked. Jon and Sansa nodded their heads simultaneously. She looked towards Ser Rodden. "How can we prove he is one of us?" she asked.

"He's coming to Volantis with us." Jon said. "Let him meet with the High Priestess who Tyrion told us about. I'm quite sure she should have the abilities to tell whether he is telling the truth or not. They have their own ways of gaining the truth, far more pleasurable ways than being eaten by a dragon, although I'm sure Drogon would disagree." he laughed. "Do you want to come with us?" he asked.

"If I have to take truth potions, I will." Rodden agreed. "If they torture me, I will do it to prove my honesty."

"Why would you leave her to join us?" Sansa asked.

"Because she is killing children and I am now me again." Rodden cast his eyes down. "When I was under her spell, I didn't care how evil she was. But now I can see what she is doing." he frowned. "Yet, before she met with Bran, she performed blood magic, but she used animals, usually ones which were already going to slaughter or already dying. I need to be on the right side, I need to redeem myself for loving her. Then maybe, one day, I can love someone better, someone more beautiful in here." he placed his hand against his heart. "I want that chance, to be a husband and a father. Is that too much to ask?"

"No." Jon agreed. "But I won't trust you yet, I've been you and betrayed those I pretended to befriend. For now, I think it is time for us all to get some rest, we need to sort out where we are all sleeping. Sansa and I haven't slept since we left White Harbour two days ago." he yawned. "There are rooms along this corridor for you two and for the boys. Sansa and I are having the royal quarters upstairs." he added.

The next morning Jon and Sansa were finally having something to eat in their chambers. They were putting off going down to see everyone else. They barely spoke, enjoying the silence, caught up in their thoughts, recovering from being on the go for over two days. Suddenly, they were disturbed by Drogon screeching in the distance, before flying over to the castle. "What now?" Jon sighed. "I just want a bit of peace and quiet." he said to Sansa, who looked as exhausted as he felt.

"I think you need to see what he wants." Sansa said, looking out of the window. "Before the weather gets worse. It looks like there is a storm brewing." she said.

Drogon seemed to understand as he suddenly appeared on the balcony. Jon climbed on his back and let Drogon take him to whatever was the issue. It didn't take long to find out what it was, for there was a small boat being pulled ashore by an older man, a dwarf and a woman with silver hair. Jon landed Drogon and ran over to help. It was when he got there, he noticed that they were bedraggled and soaked.

"What happened?" Jon asked.

"We only just managed to get away." Ser Davos replied. "We sailed in one the Mad Prendos and swapped ships not far off shore. The ships both got caught up in the storm. I think the Mad Prendos was destroyed, the Sweet Saviour only just survived."

"The Mad Prendos needs to be gone. Bran needs to think we're dead." Tyrion told him. "He won't look for us if he thinks we died on the ship."

"But we need to know the Sweet Saviour is alright, she is the one we will be sailing to Pentos on." Ser Davos explained. "Can you go and check?" he asked.

"And if you see the Mad Prendos, burn it." Tyrion added. "It cannot survive."

"What about those onboard?" Jon asked.

"They'll have drowned already." Ser Davos shrugged. "But I doubt you'll find her whole."

Jon nodded, climbed aboard Drogon, took to the skies and flew north. It wasn't long before he found the storm, which was heading north-west. He couldn't see anything from above the storm clouds, so he dove in and began his search through the wind and rain, his skin immediately soaked through.

"Jurnegon syt se lōgor." (search for the ship" Jon told Drogon, who dove down deep beneath the clouds, until they saw below a ship completely destroyed amongst the waves.

Jon flew down to examine further and indeed saw it was the Mad Prendos, it was broken and sinking beneath the waves, nobody would have survived. The search for the Sweet Saviour started. At first Jon thought it had succumbed to the same fate, but as he ventured south east, he saw a ship, battered, but still sailing. He flew down and saw that the ship had weathered the storm, but was possibly off course and Jon needed to guide it in the right direction. Fortunately, the captain on board recognised Jon and waved to him. He then flew high into the air so that he could clearly see Dragonstone, he flew back down and landed on the deck.

"Just follow the direction I go in. I'll fly directly there." Jon said as the captain nodded, partly in understanding but from the expression on the man's face, mainly in fear of Drogon. "There is a port around the other side of the island. You should be able to dock there." he added, before Drogon stretched his wings and took to the skies, flying south-west, back to the island, back to plotting and planning. What he would have given for some peace and quiet. Maybe in old Valyria, he thought. Other than Sansa and Drogon, he hoped to be alone and discover who Aegon Targaryen was. Right now, he was still Jon Snow, the man who always dreamed of being Jon Stark, but could never be as Jon wasn't even his real name. Aegon Targaryen meant nothing to him, other than being the name of previous Kings from history, mainly Aegon the Conqueror. He had hoped he would be able to discover himself at Dragonstone, but too much had happened and as a result, despite the amount of people around him, or possibly because he was surrounded by others, he felt all alone.

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