Chapter 13: Jon

We had come to an arrangement after Robb left. Theon, boring of many of the lordly duties, spent most of his time caring for the Stark children, sparing with Arya, riding with Bran, and playing whatever games little Rickon came up with. Lady Catelyn took care of all of the household duties without complaint though I had yet to hear her speak since news of Father's — no, Ned's death. I took up most of the lordly duties and found that I was good at it. I missed spending more time in the training yard but it felt good to know the inner workings of the House. I got a raven from Kings Landing about a week after Arya arrived and this new system had been established. I knew it was not from Sansa for I had revived word from her a few days earlier. It was from Robb and I opened it, thinking it was just a confirmation that he had arrived at Kings Landing safely.

Jon,

I have arrived at the Capital. Sansa is well and misses everyone at home. I have sworn fealty to the Iron Throne and now wish for you to spread word of our support of the True Heir through the North and Riverlands.

Winter Is Coming, Lord Robb Stark

I smiled then and read the letter one more time. Sansa had spoken to Robb and we were ready to continue with her plan. I would send ravens to all the houses pledged to Winterfell and those who were friendly in the Riverlands to tell them that Robb or I would visit soon or they would be free to visit us at Winterfell. The North remembers and had been slighted by this boy-king.

That night as I went to my chambers with Ghost as my ever present shadow I saw a new chest sitting on my desk. As I approached the chest I looked around the room. This was odd to have something appear in my room without me knowing about it. The chest was beautiful, covered in soft brown leather with swirling details of fire in gold and silver. There was a letter placed on the top of the chest. I went for the letter first, there was no seal and the paper was not overly fine.

From a friend

I turned the letter over, looking for anything else. The letter was not signed nor was there any indication on who or what this was. I sighed, placing the letter down and looking at the chest. After a few minutes of staring I decided to open the chest. I could not believe my eyes. Inside was what appeared to be a stone with scales the size of my head. It was the color of silver, with swirls of opal-y white and onyx black. It shined like metal and I was drawn to it. It was a dragon egg, it had to be. Dragons had not been in the world for nearly a century and a half and their eggs were more rare than rubies. This could not be real.

I reached out a shaking hand to run my fingers over the egg. It was as smooth as the metal it resemble but when I ran a finger against the scales it was sharp, cutting me and drawing blood. I picked up the egg and looked into the surface. It looked like in was moving which was not possible. Then the egg jumped, ever so slightly. This could not be happening. As I looked on cracks began to appear in the surface of the egg.

The egg disappeared in a cloud of dust that smelled of fire and looked like ash in the wind. In my hands was a dragon, silver in color with highlights of onyx, and wings of opal, just like the colors of egg itself. It was the size of a cat and fit perfectly in my hands. It made a noise like a babies coo and turned its black eyes on me.

It was then that I felt something like my connection to Ghost. I was this dragons rider and it was my dragon. I was to take care of it but there was something there that I did not have with Ghost, it was more wild and more primal. This creature choose me for my blood. Ghost, I realized, choose me for my soul. The dragon crawled up my arm and fit itself on my shoulder. It let out a small roar and shot fire towards the ceiling. I was in awe. If there was any question of my parentage, it was completely answered with this beautiful dragon.

I moved to sit down on my bed, reaching my cut hand up to touch the creatures head. It nipped at me in a playful way, licked away a drop of blood, and flapped its wings but let me pet it. I ran my hand down its back and scratched in between its wings. It made a sound like a purr and settled more onto my shoulder. It was then that Ghost came to see what this new creature was. Ghost placed his paws on my lap and sniffed at the little dragon, his head cocked to one side. The dragon mirrored Ghost, stretching its neck to sniff Ghost back. Ghost licked the dragon's head carefully and the dragon squealed, flapping its wings again, and hopped off my shoulder to land on Ghost's back. With that, Ghost moved off me and, not disturbing his new friend, moved over to his bed in the corner to settle down for the night.

If I had not been in such shock I would have laughed. It seemed my dragon and my direwolf were friends. I could not believe this. Two unseen creatures turned up after centuries and both decided to choice me as their human, their bonded. I sat there looking at my two companions and just smiled. The dragon had settled in between Ghost's paws, resting it's little head on Ghost's stomach. It was then that the Dragon's name came to me.

"Shaena." I said aloud and the dragon roared.

The Spider thought he had out done himself in cleverness. His little birds had told him that not only had the Targaryen boy in the North received and hatched his dragon but his friend in Essos had stayed true to the plan and given Daenerys her three eggs as well. Daenerys had not only come out of her husband's funeral pyre unscathed by the fire but holding three dragons. The Spider could jump for joy he was so pleased.

On top of that, Sansa has skillfully eliminated the pain that was Cersei Lannister and, without knowingly planning it, the Kingslayer, Jamie Lannister, who had killed himself the night after his sister died. He kept true to his foolish words to his sister-love, "we came into the world together and we will leave this world together". Now Tywin had to make Tyrion the heir to Casterly Rock and I only had to push the man towards Daenerys and away from his father. Tywin made it too easy by hating his son. Oh this was all too perfect.

He sent a little bird to Essos, knowing the true Queen was headed now to Qarth. All she had to do was wait for most of Westeros to support her and she could come to take her throne. This plan was making itself and all the Spider had to do was pluck the proper strings.