And now let´s see Bloodraven thrown into the equation of Jon´s childhood.
"Ned…" Lyanna said, calmly, from her bed, as her brother entered the room. Her baby was in the midwife´s arms, being concealed from the rebel lord… former rebel lord. She clenched her teeth. Robert Baratheon was going to pay. Even if it was the last thing in this world and the other she did, the man who took her husband away from her was going to pay. The man who left her son orphaned was going to pay. "Come here, brother, let me see you"
"Lya… we are here to save you…"
"Who said I needed to be saved?" Eddard´s face fell. It never crossed his mind that his sister might have left by her own volition, despite knowing she didn´t want to marry Robert. "Rhaegar was a gentleman. He was the only apart from Benjen and Howland to listen to me and try to help me get away from that whoremonger you wanted me to accept."
"Lyanna, I already told you that had you known him better…"
"I already knew him! More than I ever want!" she screamed, wanting to shake him. but no, she needed to keep her energy. The birth took a lot out of her and… the fever she was feeling made no signs to lower down. She didn´t have much time. "Did you know that in Harrenhal he went to the brothel straight after meeting me and being rejected? Ben, Howland and I followed. He said, with a whore on each arm, that no matter what I said, I would end up in his bed. Because no one said no to Robert Baratheon!"
"Right… he might be a bit of a jerk, but…"
"And then he declared that even if he was going to get married, he won´t forget the pleasures of women anytime soon" said Howland Reed, appearing behind the two Starks, crossing his arms. "I had to hold young lord Benjen to avoid him killing Lord Baratheon… something I desired I had not done when I saw how he dishonoured the fair lady all the campaign while claiming loving her."
"I see" said Ned, finally understanding his sister´s rejection of his friend. "I won´t force you to marry him, but… at least see him again in King´s Landing and reject him to his face. Tell him the reasons and… Rhaegar´s true intention. All the realm believe he raped you…"
"Whatever we did, it was consensual. And after our marriage, also legitimate" she said, softening a bit as her memories of her husband flooded her mind. "Which leads me to…" the babe cried as if on a que, getting the attention of the males in the room. The dying woman made a signal for the midwife to bring her son to her. Lyanna held her child with worry all over her face, caressing his beautiful silver locks. "His name is Daeron Targaryen"
"What…" Lord Stark took a good look at his nephew. The babe had a head crowned with silver blond tuffs of hair and, when he opened them, eyes of a deep purple that could only belong to a Targaryen. ¨Robert can´t see this child¨ was the first thing that crossed his mind, knowing full well the new Stag King would kill the babe. "Lya…"
"I trust Howland" she clarified, looking at the cranogman, who nodded. He was very loyal to the Lady, to whom he owed his life. That being said, it had been a problem to keep Lord Reed from killing Robert during the Rebellion for the same reason and he was one of the few northern lords to never talk bad about Rhaegar. "He will take my child to Greywater Watch."
"Yes, they should wait me there. I will pick him up later" he held his hand to his sister, helping her up from the bed. The midwife looked scared, running to her mistress, but this one stopped her with a look. She needed to do this. "Are you sure you are alright?"
"Yes, Ned, never better" Lyanna answered, knowing full well that she wasn´t going to last much. Perhaps a few days… it was the only thing she needed. "Go ahead, bury the dead while I dress. Wylla will help me once she finishes feeding my little one. Right, Wylla?" Her handmaiden tried to stop her, but she refused with a hand. Her brother advanced towards her, showing his worry. She smiled. "Don´t worry, Ned, I´m coming with you anyway."
"That´s not what I´m talking about"
"I´m fine! Everything is going to be fine!" the girl finally exploded, sending his brother a glare that would have made Robert Baratheon back away. At the same time, she woke up her baby, who "Ned, really, I´m fine. Women have survived childbirth just fine for many years, I can do it. Now go away, I need to dress up before going to King´s Landing."
"Lya…"
"Shush, Ned, go away and let me dress in peace! NOW!" the male disappeared from the room faster than she could have imagined with that armour. Howland then made a bow and left, leaving the baby in Wylla´s hands. The handmaiden sighed before passing the boy to his mother, who bared her chest to feed him.
"I would advise you not to go, my lady" the girl said, worried about her. She hadn´t stopped bleeding since the labour and her fever… too much fever. "You need to rest"
"Wylla… you have been trained as a midwife for all your life. Tell me, do you give me many hopes?" the will-powered Lyanna said. The other female didn´t answer, knowing full well what she was going to say. "I know I´m not going to get out of this."
"Princess…" the noblewoman shook her head, letting her babe drink his fill, then whipping his mouth once he finished. She entrusted him to the girl´s care before changing in her underdress and going to her vanity.
"That´s why" Lyanna picked up a dagger, a little one of Valyrian steel and Dragonbone, the Targaryen crest on the handle. Rhaegar gifted his new wife that dagger on their wedding day, promising her a sword when he returned from war. That day he seemed so happy, beaming, just like her. He looked so perfect in her mind the last time she saw him… the time when she was truly convinced their love would conquer everything. "I will reclaim my son´s birthright or die trying."
"Princess…"
"If I´m to be reunited with my husband soon, I will make sure my child has everything or die trying" she hid her dagger in her boot, hiding it with a black, long dress with simple applications, something appropriate for a widow. Wylla helped her secure the laces of the dress, then to put some order to her hair. "Can you make sure my belongings reach my child? Rhaegar´s too."
"Of course, Princess" the woman said, nodding. The prince left very few things around the Tower for safekeeping, but they were definitely going to stay in his child´s hands. The fifteen years old nodded, finally ready to face her destiny. She carefully walked down the stairs, reminding herself that some steps more, just a few steps more. Some days… Then she would be able to rest in peace.
"Come on, sister" her brother gave her Willam Dustin´s prized horse to ride, which she accepted. Even hurt she was a better horsewoman than Ned and was going to put that talent to use now. She just hoped that she could take the pain…
It seems that yes. The ridding to King´s Landing was a torture, especially because her tights hurt like hell, but she bears with it. In fact, she didn´t even emitted one sound of discomfort until they reached the stinking city the Seven Kingdoms called a capital. But it was fine. For her child, for her husband, she was willing to do anything. Even enter to a stinking city infested of Lannister following scum. She scrunched up her nose when she saw what the lions have done with the place. Every turn, a woman sobbing with blood on her dress, every cranny, a child crying over lost parents' bodies… a nightmare.
"Don´t look, Lya" instructed Eddard, not trusting the Lannister soldiers or the looks they were giving his dear sister. He knew that Tywin Lannister, the dishonourable child slayer, hoped to wed his daughter to the new king, something that was no longer possible if the Stark girl accepted him. He would kill her before it happened. It was not going to happen, obviously, but… he just hoped that the Old Lion gave his sister enough time to turn down the Baratheon before she was stroke down.
"I have to, I helped to cause this" she said, keeping her head high. Even in defeat, she was a Princess, ever a Princess. Rhaegar´s wife. And she was going to face her husband´s murderer with her head held high. Something that was becoming more and more difficult with her bleeding getting worse. "How much time until we arrive?"
"A few minutes, nothing more" answered her brother, staring at her. "When we arrive, please let me do the talking. It will be better if I explain the matters to his Grace and Lord Arryn."
"Don´t you have fate in me, Ned?"
"No, but… the death of my good brother is still fresh on your mind. Many a Lady have made mistakes when dealing with the killers of their husbands, even if it happened in battle" Lord Stark tried to make her see reason. He didn´t like to call Rhaegar his good brother yet, but he would do anything to keep his sister from committing a mistake. "Please, let me talk for us."
"As long as I´m there" Lyanna said, putting her terms.
"You will be, if just to help smoother Robert´s reaction" the woman greeted his teeth, her hands gripping the reins. Just a few more steps and then… then vengeance.
The brother and sister pair entered the Red Keep in that moment, surprising the servants. After all, they have all witnessed or heard about the fight in the Throne room between Lord Stark and the King, so they didn´t expect him to come so soon. Not even Lord Arryn, who arrived to see what the commotion was about.
"Ned, what… Lady Lyanna!" he said, his eyes wide. "We didn´t expect you, milady. Let me find some accommodations for you to refresh in while…"
"I would like to see Robert immediately"
"Yes, we have to speak with his Grace right away" Ned spoke, giving his sister a short look. He also wanted to finish this business fast, but didn´t want to get into trouble. Not now that he was going to deliver bad news. "It´s about the betrothal."
"Ned, you should wait until Robert calms down a bit. Your fight about the children…"
"Tywin Lannister and his mad dogs should have been punished for that crime, Jon, you know it."
"Ned…" the Stark opened his mouth to answer, something he didn´t have enough time to do. Not with the King himself barging his way into the courtyard, followed by Ser Barristan. The knight stopped for a second when he saw her, an accusatory glare in her face. Dammit, he had been in her wedding, Rhaegar´s wedding, he was his chosen king. How did he dare to serve a different king now?
"WHERE IS THAT TRAITOR?! BRING HIM TO ME, I´M GOING TO… Lyanna" Robert stopped being his usual, loud persona one second to stare at her. She was about to vomit when she felt his eyes on her body, but kept it in. For her son´s sake. The woman took a step towards the Baratheon, falling in that moment. Her brother came to rescue her, something the stag mimicked. She used that moment to unsheathe her weapon, brandishing it ready to strike the man down. "Lyanna dear, you are here" he said, getting closer to the siblings. "Ned, why didn´t you tell me you found her alive. I would have prepared a better welcome for you!"
"Things happened, Robert" Eddard said, looking uncomfortable. "We better talk things inside, it´s not for the public ears."
"Right, right, let´s get inside" the king said, putting his arm around the girl´s shoulders. She made her best effort not to cringe or frown at his unbearable odour. For the Old God´s sake, he reeked of alcohol and sweat! But she had a duty to perform. A duty that could only be done if she was close to the disgusting stag. Quietly, she rose, her weapon ready to pierce the murderer´s neck… until Barristan pushed her away from the stag, her steel only making a little slash across his cheek. "What in the Seven Hells, Lyanna?!"
"Why don´t you die? WHY DON´T YOU DIE ALREADY?!" Robert took a step back as the Kingsguard restrained the woman. He couldn´t believe what he saw, the woman he loved and fought a war for… with so much hatred and disdain in her eyes. All for him. Selmy, for his part, was using all his strength to stop his Princess from doing something they would all regret. It was the only thing he could do for Rhaegar now, if he could only stop the struggling woman. "YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME ALREADY?! WHY DON´T YOU DIE?!"
"Lya… I only wanted to save you, make you happy…"
"MAKE ME HAPPY?! HOW?! KILLING THE MAN I LOVED?! MY HUSBAND?!" Lyanna tried to reach him with her blade again, making a startled Ned Stark wake up and try to grab her. "RHAEGAR WAS MORE MAN THAN YOU COULD EVER HOPE TO BE! HE WAS MY LOVE, THE ONLY ONE! AND, AS HIS WIFE, I´M GOING TO AVENGE HIM!"
"WIFE?!" this snapped Robert back into action. The rage he felt when he heard his betrothed, the woman he loved, willingly accepted to wed and open her legs for Rhaegar fucking Targaryen… in a swift move, he grabbed Barristan´s sword and plunged it into Lyanna´s side, opening it. "If you are so proud to be his wife, maybe you can share his destiny" he said as he pulled the sword from her. Then looked around the courtyard and declared "Her body will rot alongside her husband´s in that nasty river we left him in."
"Robert…" Jon Arryn tried to reason with him, but…
"NO! I LOVED HER AND SHE BETRAYED ME! SHE WILL ROT IN THAT RIVER WITH HER DAMN HUSBAND AND THAT´S FINAL!"
"Love…" Lyanna snorted from her brother´s arms, where she had fallen. "You never loved me, Robert, not the real me. You… you would have detested the real me before this as you do it now…" a ragging king distracted the people in the courtyard as he screamed to high heavens. Meanwhile, the dying Lady grabbed her brother´s hand. "Promise me, Ned" she whispered the desperate man. He had found her only to lose her so quickly? "Promise you will protect my son… please… Promise me…"
"I promise" he whispered back, secretly swearing to protect what was left of House Targaryen in the form of his nephew. But once his sister exhaled her last breath… "I also promise he will hold no Throne and wear no Crown. He will live and that´s all I can promise. He will live"
-Back in Winterfell-
"How did a great House got reduced to this?" Brynden Bloodraven asked as he saw the babe alone in the room, awake but not crying, only staring at the raven from where the ancient greenseer was watching him. a silver haired, purple eyed infant much like his own half-brother, so much that he could swear it was him. Seven Hells, they even shared name! that only made his curiosity got the better of him and come to see in person how Lord Stark was dealing with him. And the answer was: not well at all.
Little Daeron, currently housed in the tallest room in a disused tower in Winterfell, spent nearly all his day with his dornish nursemaid, Wylla, while his surrogate father played with his son. The girl was introduced as a servant to Lady Stark, so she had to do a few assignments around the castle in the mornings, right after feeding the babe, so Daeron spent a lot of time alone in his improvised nursery, hidden away from the world. Just staring at whatever creature that visited him until the girl came back to take care of him. She did all she could, but… that child needed help from his own family. His own blood.
HE was his blood.
"You know, child" Brynden said, feeling more like himself than the Three Eyed Raven for once. He didn´t know if the boy could see him, but… "I once had a brother much like you. He was… how can I explain it to you? Incredible? Wonderful?" he walked to the boy, moving his fingers over his face. He was surprised to see the babe could actually see him, as he tried to catch them with his pudgy fingers. "Woow, you are a gifted one, aren´t you?"
"Gaaaa!"
"Brynden… or Bloodraven… or whatever is easier to pronounce for you" he continued doing that, watching in amusement as the tiny one played. "I wasn´t born when Daeron II was born, but… I guess he was as cute a babe as you." He smiled, for the first time in years. "He brought Dorne to the Seven Kingdoms, you know, marrying Mariah… I liked Mariah a lot, she was his rock, so I felt safe leaving him alone with her while I fought… our brothers" he shook his head. "Daemon and Aegor" he looked down at the child. "Maybe I shouldn´t be telling you that."
"Guuuu" the little one got tired of the fingers game and proceeded to suck on his thumb.
"Hey, don´t do that" he tried to pry it out of his face, but even in this form he was unable to touch things. He sighed, suddenly feeling exasperated. "You know, my mother always said that I will know what I out her through when I had children. I never did, but… guess now I´m starting to feel it" he looked down at the child. "Not that you are my child…"
"Guuuu"
"This could be the only time we see each other, so there is no need to get so personal, no?"
But it was not. The last time the babe and Brynden saw each other, he meant. The former Hand of the King´s curiosity got the better of him a few times more, then worry took it´s place when Stark´s decisions about his nephew got really dangerous. Like when the child was weaned and started crawling all over the place…
"Hey, you can´t go in there you can hurt yourself!" Bloodraven instructed as he used a squirrel to stop the babe. "Damn Stark for not letting the girl stay more time in here. Who in his right mind would leave a crawling baby alone?"
A similar situation happened when the child started walking again, only that he walked straight to Brynden, who only managed to catch him when he fell thanks to a few ravens he warged in to do so. Then came the surprise visit Stark made when he heard the babe was starting to try to articulate words.
"Can you say father?" asked the lord, taking the child from his wetnurse. He smiled down at him, despite barely having seen him in the moons he had been there. "Can you?"
"Blu… blu… aven… blu… aven"
"Are you trying to say father? Or papa is easier for you?" tried again the Lord of Winterfell, while Brynden watched invisible from one corner of the room. Was it his imagination or the babe was trying to say Bloodraven? "You have to say it like this PA-PA."
"Blud… Raven!" Daeron finally managed to say, clapping and giggling.
"Raven?" repeated Eddard, dumbfounded, while Wylla covered her laugher with a hand. He might be the closest thing to her knowledge the boy had to a father, but she would hate to heard the child calling that neglecting bastard of a man father.
"Raven" the babe chirped again, poking his uncle´s nose. "Bluraven"
"You can also try with Brynden, you know, I bet it is easier to pronounce" commented the greenseer from his corner of the room, happy for some reason. The child´s first word was him, that only made his day. and seeing Stark´s face when he was thwarted… epic. He deserved that for all the exasperating things he did and will do. Like when the child grew up enough to start his instruction. Wylla did all she could, but it ended being up to Brynden to teach him the basics… and more.
"Mother is Muna, Father is Kepa, brother is Lekia…" Daeron listed all the words he learned in High Valyrian that week, memorizing their right pronunciation while his great uncle listened to hear if there was something to correct. He nodded at each word, feeling proud of his little pupil for advancing so quickly. Not bad for a five namedays old, no?
"Good" he said, finishing the High Valyrian lesson for the day. "We will get on to structures tomorrow. Now we should work on your penmanship. Hope you can make something better than the chicken scratch you did the other day."
"Uncle Brynden…"
"We can do sums later, you are better at it than letters. First we have letter and some basic history of the Seven…"
"When can I start practising with a sword?"
"What?" Bloodraven felt paralyzed for a second, turning to his great nephew with a strange face. "When I was talking to you about knights and battles…"
"You said you used to have a fancy sword. Why can´t I learnt to use that sword, like you?"
"Well, I didn´t really use Dark Sister, my favourite weapon was the bow and…" he shook his head. "Look, Daeron, I will teach you to use a sword, somehow, but only when you are big enough, yes?" he stared at the child. "Perhaps a year or so more…"
"Oh, okay" the kid started writing something in his paper under the attentive eye of the greenseer, doing it better than the day before. A few minutes into that, he started looking a little bit strange. "Uncle Brynden, why do I not have other children to play with?" he asked, startling the Raven again. "The times when you show me how you grew up, there were always other children. Why is not so with me? Did I do something wrong?"
"Of course not" Brynden answered, biting his tongue before he could start cursing Stark and deciding that the next chance he got, one of his ravens was going to give the esteemed Lord of Winterfell a wet gift in the head. "It´s only that… your uncle is waiting for a good chance to introduce you."
"Ohhh" he said before continuing with his lesson. His lie left Bloodraven thinking, what about getting the child a friend? He meant, Daeron was to him the child he and Shiera never got the chance to have, it was his duty to get him what he needed, no? and he needed children his age to develop properly. No?
-The next day-
"Stupid maester and his stupid lessons" Robb Stark muttered as he walked through the courtyard, seeking a place to hide form his lessons. It was then when a raven flew over him, startling him. The bird stopped at the door of a Tower that was in disuse. Or nearly, because he saw his father entering a few times. He begged for him to tell him what was inside that place, but only received a forbidden entry to the tower. And if he asked the servants… some said his aunt Lyanna´s belonging were there, others that her ghost was there. But, ghost or no ghost, to the child it was the best place to hide. No one would look for him there!
Smiling, he followed the bird inside the tower and quickly climbed up the stairs until he found the top of the tower. He was expecting to find coffers or boxes or things everywhere in a dirty storage, but he only found a door. And not even a barred door.
"Uncle, are you there?" asked a childish voice, much his own age. The door was opened and suddenly another boy with blond silver hair and purple eyes was staring at him with surprise and a little bit of fear. "Who… who are you?" he asked. "I… I have a sword here, I can…"
"What are you doing here? This is no place for the servants, my father will punish you" Robb finally managed to talk.
"Punish me? This is my room! My uncle gave it to me when I arrived!"
"Well, you can give it back now and move to the servant´s quarters"
"I´m not a servant!" he answered, letting go of the door. "Who do you think you are?!"
"Robb Stark, heir to Winterfell!" he answered, showing his teeth like a wolf. The other boy put on a strange face, something that confused Robb even more.
"Robb… Stark? It means… you are my uncle´s son?"
"Your uncle?" the brunette boy said, not understanding. He didn´t have any cousins. His uncle Brandon was dead, without any children. Uncle Benjen took the black. Aunt Lyanna… aunt Lyanna died shortly after her ill-fated marriage with Rhaegar Targaryen! "You are… a Targaryen?"
"Yes, Daeron Targaryen" they stared at each other uncomfortably. How could you talk to a cousin you didn´t know you have? they asked themselves. At least until Daeron decided to take the lead. "Do you want to… get in? I normally don´t have playmate and I would like a bit of company my own age."
"You talk too well to be someone that grew up alone here… cousin… my prince? I don´t know, how should I call you?"
"Daeron or cousin is fine, my uncle says I lost all my titles when my father was defeated. All I have is my name."
"Hummm" Robb thought about the offer. He also didn´t have any highborn boy to play with, so… "Sure, why not?" he entered the room, immediately finding out he had a lot in common with his disgraced cousin. He even found himself calling him his first friend at the end of the day. And returning the next day and the next and the next. Until one day… "Why don´t you come to the yard to play with me? I´m starting my training with the sword soon and if you want…"
"Un… uncle told me to never get out" answered the blond, retreating a bit. "He says that if someone sees my hair and eyes, they will tie the knots and bring House Stark a lot of trouble."
"Perhaps" the other child frowned, then he remembered something about his pentoshi culture lessons. "I know! I only have to get my hands on… do you have a maid or something that could go to Wintertown for us?" he nodded. "Then you will ask for something"
-The following week-
"That boy…" Eddard Stark was searching for his son, who escaped his lessons to go playing. And it was not the first time, as Maester Luwin told him. When he found him… that boy was going to see. He searched everywhere in Winterfell, until he was standing in front of the forbidden tower. Or, as his servants liked to call it, the Tower of the Widow, for Lyanna. He wouldn´t… wouldn´t he? Just to be sure, he entered the place. Soon he heard children´s voices.
"Stay put, we are almost done"
"It´s uncomfortable!"
"It´s necessary! Don´t you want to train with me in the yard?" Robb´s words snapped Eddard out of his trance. He opened the door with the intension of scolding the two boys, when he saw something: Daeron dyed his hair. He was a brunette now… a Stark. Or almost, if it wasn´t for those purple eyes, but… "Father!"
"What… were you two doing here?" he asked like a simpleton. Only by seeing them he would know what happened.
"Dying my cousin´s hair! That way, he would look more like us and could come to train and take lessons with me!" his child said. Eddard was about to refuse, but Robb managed to start talking before he could. "Please, father. Now that I have to train with Ser Rodrik, a sparring partner would be great for me. Please! I won´t skip lessons ever again if he goes with me! Please, father!"
"Ahhhh… well…" Bloodraven watched from a corner, waiting for the nobleman to make a decision. And, according to this, he would act. Daeron couldn´t stay like this much longer, he needed formal lessons, friends… he deserved everything. "I… think I might allow this, but…" Eddard quickly formed a plan in his head. Yes, it can work… if Daeron does an effort. "Daeron, from now on you will be known as my bastard son, Jon Snow."
"Jon… Snow?"
"It´s a good name, wear it with pride" his uncle continued. "It will keep you safe, as long as you keep your hair like that no one would take you for a Targaryen. This would need a great sacrifice on my part, but I´m willing to bear with it as long as you."
"Just on your part?" asked Brynden, knowing full well what it meant to be a bastard. He was lucky that his mother was friends with his uncle and the Queen, but Daeron´s life could become a nightmare if Lady Stark wasn´t an understanding woman. And she, as a riverlander and devout follower of the Seven… "Dammit"
"When you are grown, you are to join the Night´s Watch."
"BASTARD!" Daeron turned his head to see Brynden, who suddenly was up on his feet. Bloodraven made him a sign to tell him that they would talk later. The boy nodded softly before accepting his uncle´s deal. He was happy that now that he would be able to play and learn with his friend… unlike his great uncle. "Can you come with me to the hearth tree?"
"Of course" the child answered, very confused. He was just packing his things, there was no need to be so serious. Once they arrived to the weirwood, Brynden put a hand on the trunk. "What happened?"
"You are going to go through a difficult situation from now on. But you will thrive, I´m sure" he extended a hand towards him, pulling him into the past through the weirwood, showing him the greatness of the Targaryens. Daeron watched with awe as his ancestors fought, reign, order and conquer. All within a massive territory. "See now, dear boy? You are Daeron III Targaryen, Rightful King of the Andals, the Rhyonar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm and no Usurper shall hold YOUR Throne for long." Brynden kneeled in front of him. "I prepared you since birth, I´m prouder of you than any king I have served, I know you can do it better than anyone. So, please, recover the birthright that was stolen from you."
"I will, uncle Brynden" the boy said, very serious. "I will"
-Several years later-
"Your Grace" Robert Baratheon overlooked him, his uncle too, none catching the sarcastic edge of Jon Snow´s words. Daeron glared at the murderer of his family, pushing aside his brunette locks. Brunette… soon he won´t have to dye it anymore. His silver would prevail again.
"Calm down for now, little dragon" Brynden said, by his side. Everything went according to plan. "The hour approaches, it will be here soon."
So, old Bloodraven got to raise a child like his. And how good he did, because Ned was going to turn the child into a simpleton! Anyway, I don´t know what you think, but if Jon looked more like Rhaegar than Lyanna with silver hair and purple eyes, I think Ned would have locked him away in some Northern keep or Tower in Winterfell to avoid anyone from seeing him. Even his cousins. Well, I don´t know what you think, but if you like, you can writte your answer to me. Review!