Authors Note: Helloooo! So this is a shorter chapter because everyone had mixed feelings about me throwing in some Ice/Fire storyline, so I tried to keep it bried however I did want this in here! Start reading loves!
Jon tiptoes down the hallway, careful not to make any noise. It wasn't unusual for the Lord Commander to be up late working, but Jon did not want the questions. Why Queen Daenerys wanted to speak with him concerned Jon more than anything.
The young wolf reached the godswood with Ghost tight by his side. The Khaleesi might have said to leave guards however, she had said nothing about direwolves. It was five till midnight and Jon didn't see anyone in the wood.
Once he had waited a few minutes more, Ghost heard someone coming and turned in the direction of the entrance, eye's un-moving. Jon could see wisps of silvery white hair coming from begins a tree and saw the young queen in her pale, lavender nightgown.
"My Queen, I suggest you have a good explanation for summoning me at this hour?" Jon started, wanting to get the meeting over with. The girl smiled and motioned to pet Ghost who had yet to put his guard. Jon nodded a yes and Daenerys slowly bent to her knee's until the direwolf's head was slightly higher than her own, then she proceeded to stroke the white fur.
"Direwolves are a rare beauty, you are fortunate to have one. I rather like them myself." the young queen stated, once again rising. "I called you here to discuss something with you. Before Ned Stark died, did he happen to tell you who your mother was?" she asked, stepping nearer to him.
The fact that a Targaryen was asking this made Jon uneasy, "He promised to speak with me about her when he returned from King's Landing, but I don't think he expected to have his head chopped off while he was here." Jon answered coldly.
Daenerys gave a reassuring nod and then took Jon's arm. " You remember the story of Lyanna Stark's death do you not? She was in the Tower of Joy while Rhaegar was fighting Robert Baratheon. Ned Stark then found her with, what he described in a letter to Jon Arryn, as dying in a room that smelled of roses and blood. Well, Lyanna met Rhaegar eleven months before her death. What id she was with child when Lyanna was kidnapped?" an excited but intense Khaleesi finished.
Not knowing what to do with the information just provided, it took a minute to process all that was said. "If, and I'm not saying it is, but if this was true, where did the child go? Are you trying to find your nephew Khaleesi? Because I can't help you."
"Dany, if you please! And you are not listening! Ned Stark found a dead Lyanna and then returned to Winterfell a few months later with a young boy!" she said.
When the full power of what she was implicating hit him, Jon released Dany's arm and stumbled to a bench. "You think I am the child of Lyanna and that Targaryen?" he inquired, looking up at Daenerys who seemed to have a face full of empathy as she nodded her head yes.
Jon was finding it hard to focus and Ghost laid his head on Jon's now numb leg. "I thought it ridiculous at first as well until Arya came back and looked like the the spitting image of Lyanna and then I nosedived how similar you and Arya's smiles were." she explained, taking the empty seat next to Snow.
"Why are you telling me this? Why are you here?" Jon yelled, not being able to calm himself.
Dany stayed still and looked with hard eye's on Jon, "I have no heir to my kingdom or to my dragons! If something were to happen to me, I would need a Targaryen to help keep my children calm. That is why I told you. As for why I'm in King's Landing, none of my lovers have ever been able to give me a child since my late husband, the Khal. Marriage to a Baratheon would put me on the throne of my ancestors and the Baratheon men have always been fertile. How many bastards did King Robert have running around before Joffery Lannister killed them? Twenty? Forty? I need a son!" she ended
Horrified at her proposal, he wanted nothing more to do with her. The Targaryen's murdered his grandather and his uncle for sport. "No! Ned Stark raised me along with own children! What Lord have you heard of who actually cares for his bastards! And what of your manservant? Has he not laid with you already? If not start there! The King's heart is not yours and never will be!" With that, Jon snapped at Ghost and returned to his chamber.
Jon entered to see Arya messing with a few papers on his desk. He should never have gone to to meet Daenerys. Not able to keep them in, Jon started to crying and embraced the girl who he could always rely on to be his sister.
Note: I listened to visions by x-ray dog or something or another while writing this chapter that I hope you all enjoyed! Leave good reviews! As always, till next chapter!