Chapter 4
Pentos
Viserys
"Your Grace?" Viserys heard the voice of Illiryo behind him.
"What?" He barked at his host, his foul mood had lasted for weeks now, and there was still no trace of his sister. Stupid bitch. He needed her, it was his chance and his sister, his stupid sister... she had vanished from her chambers the night before her marriage to the Dothraki horse lord.
"Pardon your grace..." Illiryo considered his words for a moment before continuing." Daenerys, news from Winterfell claims a silver haired girl was taken there."
Viserys stood up from his chair so fast it fell onto the floor with a thundering noise, "WHAT? The usurper's allies... STUPID WHORE!" His rage could not be controlled. Illiryo had backed out of the room while Viserys slammed his rage-driven pink fists onto his table, a dozen words shooting out of his screaming mouth.
"THAT WHORE!"
"SHE WILL TELL HE TRAITORS INFORMATION!"
"THE SLUT!"
"BITCH!"
The more he roared curse words at his sister, the more his rage grew.
That night no one slept in the castle of Pentos...
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Winterfell
Catelyn
She wasn't sure what to make of Daenerys Targaryen. When she saw Arya in the yard playing with her, Catelyn didn't feel anger, nor any feelings of fear for her daughter's safety. Many argued that she was unlike any of her family, yet when Catelyn looked into those violet eyes she saw a fire, a fire that grew everyday. Daenerys Targaryen wasn't mad, that was clear to all who saw her, but there was something, something so deep Catelyn had no idea as to what it was...
"Mother!" Catelyn's thoughts were interrupted by Rickons call from her doorway. Aloving smile immediately dawned on her face as she saw her youngest son skipping towards her. She pulled Rickon onto her lap and held him in a tight embrace. Rickon shuffled to face his mother, his face with the same warm expression as Catelyn's.
"What is it my little wolfling?" Catelyn asked her son, still holding the nurturing expression.
"I have nothing to do mother!"He spouted, folding his arms in frstration.
"I'm sure you can find something to do with your brother's and sisters..."
"But they are all riding with Daenerys and I wasn't allowed to go!" He huffed.
Catelyn knew it was dangerous for the daughter of the Mad King to be outside the walls of Winterfell, especially unguarded.
"By themselves?" Catelyn asked Rickon, trying not to show any alarm in her voice.
"No... Robb and Theon are with them. And Jon!"
Jon.
Even a blind man could not have missed how close Daenerys Targaryen and thebastard had grown since her arrival; Theon claimed to have seen them embracing, though as friends he had addded, hope shining in his voice. Theon wasn't the only person to have been charmed by Daenerys' radiant looks, many had stared at the silver-haired beauty. She knew the daughter of a once-king and a bastard should not be together, even as friends. Yet, Eddard allowed it. It pained her to think that he could see a bastard in the same ranks as his true born children.
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Daenerys
The idea of leaving the walls of Winterfell and riding into the forests of Winterfell elevated her, though that excitement was stirred in with anxiety of what the forests held for her, she was contented to be able to spend time with the Stark children. Baby Rickon was not allowed to come, and he seemed upset by that as he had grown very attached to Dany ove the weeks. "I will play with you later..." She had told the toddler warmly when his face fell at the realisation that he would be spending the day bored and alone.
"You a good rider?" Arya questioned Daenerys a she climbed onto her white mare.
No... Yes?
In Essos, the constant threat of the Taragaryens' discovey loomed across any given freedom and joy. Viserys was enraged everytime Daenerys showed desire to visit the outside world and eventually the want to see normal things grew, causing her to sneak outside against her brother's orders. Riding was also a normal activity, which was crossed off Viserys' mental list of allowed things for Daenerys.
The only time Daenerys was able to properly ride was when she was captured and taken to Westeros by Jorah Mormont. On her relentless ride to the North, her speed was undoubtably fast, and only then had she learned to properly ride. She wasn't perfect, the horse did throw her off its back, 'yet maybe this calm sallion will be loyal to me'.
"I'm not sure Arya..." Daenerys finally answered as she and the Starks, plus Theon and Jon Snow rode outside the walls of Winterfell.
Arya's eyes darted from her horse back to Daenerys in a wild movement before she said,"I'll race you!"
Daenerys nodded, a smile grew on her face. A spark flickered in her eyes.
"Okay, from here that huge tree over there! Three, two, one! GO!" Arya hollered before a stampede of horse hooves echoed through the forest. Frosty wind hit Daenerys like a wave of icy water, only accelerating her further.
Only when she came to a sudden halt at the tree did she realise that Arya was already there, laughing.
She really is a good rider.
"I won!" She exclaimed in delight, "but you're a good rider too..." She added quickly, her stormy grey eyes meeting with Daenerys'.
"Arya! Look at your hair!" Sansa cried. Her eyes flickered to Dany's hair and went wide just like they had done with Arya's.
Daenerys laughed and said," Is my hair ruined too?" Arya nodded quiclky and began to giggle. Before long Daenerys and even Sansa had joined in and the three girls all dropped to the ground in fits of laughter.
It was the warmest Daenerys had ever felt.
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Jon
He, Robb and Theon were all shocked when they found Arya, Daenerys and even Sansa in the dirt laughing. Arya and Daenerys' dresses were coaked in layers of water and mud, and on closer inspection, so was Sansa's. Arya's hair did not startle Jon, but the Targaryen's usually-shiny silver hair was masked with twig and leaves. Her white skin had patches of dirt everywhere, like how they had found her weeks ago.
Still looks beautiful...
He couldn't help it; he knew a princess would never want a bastard like himself, so he tried to stop the thoughts of Daenerys... he couldn't try and stop the dreams though.
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Daenerys
Her heart flipped when she saw Jon Snow, laughing at his sisters and Daenerys in the mud. She had tried to stop the thoughts of Jon that had circled round in her head for the past week She knew she couldn't be with Jon, but everytime she told herself that or everytime omeone called him a bastard she hurt all over.
"Never thought I'd see Sansa join Arya in the mud!" Robb chuckled and Sansa immediately arose, looking graceful again. Her face flushed to a colour matching her hair.
As a consequence of her older sister's actions, Arya glared at Sansa but soon after she began to giggle again,"Your dress! Mother will be furious..."
Sansa gasped when she saw how her beautiful pale blue dress had become a shade of brown, only making Arya laugh more. The boys joined in.
"Don't worry Sansa, you have lots of dresses, and I can give you your dresses that I have back." Daenerys assured Sansa, who looked petrified at Arya's words. "Atleast you don't have mud in your hair."
A smile ran back on to Sansa's face.
"Let's show Daenerys the Godswood!" Arya exclaimed, quickly jumping back onto her mare.
The boys followed Arya's horse in the treeline infront of the riders and Sansa and Daenerys trotted behind them side-by-side.
"This is beautiful..." Daenerys breathed as she entered the accumulation of trees. And it was no lie; every inch of the forest was covered in a layer of silver frost. It sparkled in the sunlight that seeped through the wired trees. Her mouth fell open when her eyes stopped o a halt at the center of the forest. By a small pond stood a tree, a tree rooted deeply in to the ground by thick roots. The tree was a colour that matched the frost, and the leaves grew from the whkte branches, a colour of deep red.
"It's a Weirwood tree."Robb mused at Daenerys who was tracing her hand round the smooth trunk of the tree. Suddenly she felt so,ething carved onto the tree; she peered round and saw a face, it was crying.
"It's also a good climbing tree, too!" A voice called.
Daenerys looked up in the direction of the voice to see Bran smiling from the branches high in the tree. "How did you climb up so fast?" Daenerys asked while laughing.
"He's the best climber in Winterfell!" Robb answered for Bran.
"NO! I am." Arya growled at her brother before hurling herself onto the first branch of the tree. She made her way up to the first branch. In an instant the hem of her dress caught on to the tree and caused Arya to come crashing down. Laughter erupted throughout the forest.
Arya puhed herself up from the ground and fiercly said," Damn this dress!"
"Arya!" Sansa scolded through her giggling," You ripped your dress..."
"It's ruined anyway, and so's yours!" Arya hissed.
"And yours!" Theon spoke, pointing Daenery's brown hem. His eyes quicly passed across Daenerys' body, quickly stopping at her chest area before sinking to the floor.
Theon's stares made Daenerys uneasy, and she had been told he would be een with whores every day. She knew he wanted her.
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Jon
There was a storm, it began just after the ride in the woods. Wind hammered his window, trying to tear the castle apart. It can't. Winterfell is strong, we will endure. Rickon's fearful wails had thundered in the castle, Jon had walked downstairs to see why they had stopped. In Rickon's nursery, Rickon was sat asleep on Daenerys' lap, who had a look of love only shared between mother and child in her eyes. His ears picked up on the sound of Daenerys singing a strange song in a language unknown to him. Yet, something about the language felt...fimiliar. He thought about the strange words that flowed through Daenerys' mouth like it was a prophecy, he didn't know why it intrigued him so.
"Jon?"
Jon's thoughts were interrupted when he heard his fatherin the doorway His face was stern, eyes were serious.
Jon stood up from his chair and met Eddard's eyes. "Father. What is it?" Jon saw his father's eyes
Jon saw Eddard take in a breath before taking a seat beside Jon on his bed. "Daenerys... what do you think of her?"
Jon knew what he wanted to say about Daenerys...
She's beautiful, we connect, she understands me.
I love her... It shocked Jon when the thought clouded in his head, but he felt no suprise. He had known it all this time...
"Jon?"
"She and I are friends... good friends." Was all Jon could answer.
I smile appeared on his father's face before dissapearing again," Now Jon, even a blind man couldn't have missed how you gaze at Daenerys... and how she gazes at you!" Eddard chuckled.
He's going to tell me I can't be with her...
"Jon." His father put an arm on Jon's shoulder," Do you remember me telling you of the war?"
Jon nodded, unsure of why his father was speaking of this now.
"Jon... I... I should have told you this before. When I found Lyanna in the Tower of Joy, I promised her something."
Confusion warped Jon's mind; why is father telling me this? I am just a bastard, these things he tells Lady Catelyn... or Robb.
"Jon. When I saw Lyanna for the first time in months after she'd run off with Rhaegar..."
"But I thought Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna?" Jon said, deepening his confusion.
"... She fell in love with Rhaegar, and when I found her in a bed of blood, in her arms lay a babe."
"Father...I..."
"That baby was you Jon. Your mother is Lyanna Stark and your father is Rhaegar Targaryen. I promised Lyanna to keep her son safe, to pretend he is my bastard."
Suddenly everything made sense...
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NOTES: So there is was, the big reveal. Should Daenerys and Jon still fall in love? I am not sure as to if my readers could read an incest fic, so comment! ;)