The Dragons of Winter
Chapter 14
(Note that the Eddard chapter takes place a few days after the Jon chapter and that when I go back to the Dany chapter the time will go back to a few days before). Enjoy!
Daenerys
Jon! I must tell Jon!
She ran back to his chambers, pushing the door open with all her might and fury. Jon shot his head up instantly, him and Ghost sensing something wrong.
"Dany?"
"The dragons!" She spoke with breathless rage, "They're gone, they're gone and I don't know where!"
Once Jon knew what had occurred during the night, his mood mirrored Daenerys' furious one, though his expression showed more upset, and a silent thirst for revenge.
"Come." Daenerys spoke sharply, instructing Jon to follow her with the furious movement of her hand, and with that Jon ran out into the castle halls, following Daenerys.
Viserys
The dragons hissed and spat at him, fuming from their nostrils and trying to escape.
Why do they do so? I am the dragon! The last dragon! Has the North ruined them? Turned them into dogs?
In that instant, Viserys' mind flicked to when he first set his eyes upon the bastard… how he had the emerald scaled dragon named after their brother in his arms.
Northern arms!
"The dragons do not share blood with Northern dogs- no Northern dog deserves to be under the roof of a dragon!" Viserys snapped at himself, watching his arms twitch strangely.
Yet he is the son of the dragon, Rhaegar Targaryen… Viserys heard another voice say inside his head- it sounded like Daenerys.
My sweet sister Daenerys… she would be wed to a Dothraki savage, and I'd have my army. But no, she returns from the cold North, with a Northern bastard at her side, Viserys thought bitterly, she's much bolder too.
Would she dare defy the dragon?
Would they dare to wake it?
Jon
"WHERE ARE MY DRAGONS?" Daenerys yelled, after finding nothing in her brother's chambers.
"Where's your brother? And his guards?" Jon pointed out through bared teeth, suspicion rising in him.
At his words, Daenerys stopped searching and stood still.
"Viserys?"
Jon could see her bite her pink lip and furrow her eyebrows at his words, telling him to tell her more.
"I saw your brother when his eyes met the dragons for the first time. Daenerys, Viserys is not a man but a beast… I saw him once and I already know it."
Dany was silent for a moment, as if she had lost her ability to speak.
"Daenerys, Viserys took them." He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her, "He took the dragons, our dragons!" Jon relaxed when she saw her come back to her thoughts. Yet question appeared in his mind, "But… why? Why would he take them?"
Jon watched Daenerys think about his question her brilliant amethyst eyes narrowing, "He took them away, away from you."
"Continue…"
"Viserys always told me that the Starks were dogs, turn cloaks, traitors! He said that Lyanna was a whore who killed our family because she didn't accept that the dragon answers to nobody." Jon could see hurt in her eyes, "Viserys barely acknowledged you when we entered the castle… he separated us. He must think that the Northerners are a disease, and he doesn't want it spreading to me! So, when I was gone from my room, he came in and stole them, expecting the dragons to act 'Northern' unless he took them." Daenerys told him, her eyes clouded with worry.
"Where did he take them?" Jon asked her, his own mind running through the small number of places he'd been in so far inside the castle.
"The cells… Viserys, ever the fool, once showed me the cells, telling me that dragons were kept in those sort of places."
"Let's go, let's go and take them back."
Eddard
Sansa's pleading cries were something he would not fail to forget.
Of course Ned didn't doubt the fact that Arya had attacked Joffrey, but the golden haired Prince's tale of the event was something that Ned did doubt; Ned knew that in truth Joffrey Baratheon had attacked Arya's friend, who was defended by Arya and then Nymeria. Nymeria tore Joffrey's hand and Nymeria and his daughter ran.
He's Robert's son.
He's betrothed to my daughter, and he had a hand in getting her wolf killed.
He's Robert's son.
Ned recalled how his friend spoke of Rhaegar in the crypts; "I kill him every night."
My friend?
My friend who wants every Targaryen dead. My nephew… my nephew's aunt and uncle.
Daenerys
Sure enough, she heard the loud cries of their three dragons as Jon and her neared the floor where the dungeons sat, and with that, she could feel fiery rage sparking somewhere inside of her.
Rhaegar would have never done this.
The burning torch that she held illuminated the wide room where she saw doors with bars all around, and her brother peering through them.
"Viserys." Moments after her words, her brother turned his head and she watched a wide, twisted smile grow on his face. He stood up, pacing towards Daenerys, who stood still, waiting for him to come.
Viserys grabbed Daenerys by the waist, pulling her towards his body.
"Sweet sister! You came to see your King!" He said, still smiling.
Daenerys watched her brother as he moved his hands slowly down her back, before pushing him away and listening to him scream, "HOW DARE YOU? YOU HAVE WOKEN THE DRAGON, I AM THE DRAGON!"
"I birthed the dragons, not you. I birthed them with Jon Targaryen; Rhaegar's son and your nephew!" Viserys' eyes widened as her fiery words flew from her mouth, even taking a step back and recoiling, only to spit back more fire;
"What have the Usurper's dogs done to you? You will obey me!" Viserys shot a look at Jon, who had his hand ready on his sword. "And you… you bring me this? This excuse for a dragon- black hair of the savage northerners, grey eyes?"
Just as Daenerys' mouth began to open as she got ready to challenge him, but she was greeted by Jon's low voice, "May I remind you, that it was I and your sister who walked from the burning flames unscathed- not you. The dragons were born from us-not you." His voice was soft, but enough to turn Viserys a redder shade than he was before.
"YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY! I am a dragon, and I want my crown! YOU ARE A BASTARD AND MY SISTER IS A WHORE WHO SIDES WITH TRAITORS!"
"Aye, I'm a Stark." Jon's words caused Viserys' eyebrows to furrow in rage, "I am a Stark and that means I have honour which I can see is something beyond you. I am a Stark as much as I am a Targaryen! I am Rhaegar's son, he was your brother!"
Viserys didn't know what to shoot back at Jon, so Daenerys saw him do the only thing he could; scream.
"I AM A DRAGON! THE LAST DRAGON AND I WILL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL EVERY NORTHERN BASTARD I SEE AND BURN THEIR BODIES WITH FIRE!"
Daenerys saw it as her time to advance to their shrieking dragons, which were getting louder by the second.
I'm here! She wanted to say, I'm here with Jon.
A sudden sound of moving steel caused Daenerys to halt in her steps as Viserys' blade was pressed to her neck.
"Stop right there. STOP, or I'll slit my sweet sister's throat and then kill you too!" Viserys bellowed, his voice echoing around the room.
He's going to kill me. Daenerys realised. He will kill me.
"BOW TO ME! I'll do it if that's what it takes, I WILL, I WILL!"
Jon remained still, dropping all of his weapons to the floor
"BOW TO ME!"
"BOW, BOW, BOW!" Viserys continued to scream, his shouts causing his grip to loosen on the blade that pressed against her tense neck, threatening to bite.
"BOW! BOW!"
Just as Jon began to slowly lower to the ground, an audible snarl came from behind them. Viserys shot his back to frantically search for the sound's source, and in doing so, he absent mindedly removed the sharp blade from her throat and screamed in terror when his eyes fell on Ghost. Viserys shoved Daenerys towards the growling and snarling direwolf, and begun to run towards the dragons.
From the ground, Daenerys watched Ghost sprint straight past her and pounce atop of Viserys. His arms flailed and the air filled with his crying and pleading for Daenerys to save him.
"No." Was all she said.
Daenerys picked herself from the ground and took her own dagger from her boot as she walked towards her dying brother lying nearly motionless in a pool of blood. The direwolf had attacked him in the stomach, leaving his throat unscathed which was not his custom.
She let her eyes pass over her brother, who was trying to stop the blood flowing from his torn and bloody body. "You were a good brother once." Was all she said before pushing the blade into her brother's heart.
Jon
His hands were shaking at what he had just witnessed. He could still fell his heart hammer in his adrenaline-filled body which was making its way to Daenerys who had stood up over her brother's corpse.
"Daenerys?" He called out as he got closer to her.
She turned to face him, her face calm as ever. "He was no King, and he was no dragon."
Jon tried to push her words to the back of his mind, by instead asking her if she was okay and comforting her. Not that she needed his comfort, in fact, Daenerys seemed to be completely at ease.
They remained in the dungeons that evening, watching the dragons flap their wings and fly around the dungeons with a barking Ghost eagerly padding behind them.
"Dany?" He asked her, to hear her murmur a 'yes' in response.
"Viserys… why are you not in grief? Your brother was killed hours ago, and yet you act like it was nothing! Sure, he was not the kindest of brothers- "He trailed off once he heard Daenerys begin to answer him, no longer murmuring;
"I'm not grieving, I won't grieve. I have grieved for my brother already, years ago. When the last part of my kind brother vanished, and was replaced with the monster whose body lies there." They both lifted their heads to gaze at Viserys' lifeless corpse, "That was when I grieved for him, when he became power hungry and vicious, mad even." She sighed then, before once again nuzzling her head against Jon's chest. They sat there in a comforting blanket of silence for some time, no one wanting to speak in such stillness.
"Rhaenys and Aegon… do you think about them ever?" Jon questioned after a while of sitting in silence.
Jon saw pain in her violet eyes, "All the time, do you?"
In truth, Jon had not. Can I not imagine having princes and princesses as my siblings? Or is it too painful to think of them, brutally murdered by madmen? Jon instantly that it was the second thought which drove him from not picturing his deceased siblings.
"No." He answered her, not waiting for her to respond, "I love Robb, Bran, Rickon, and Arya, even Sansa. Though they're not my true sisters or brothers, I love them so dearly. I do not want to picture them being killed."
Rhaenys and Aegon could have been my family, maybe Arya would have played with Rhaenys and Aegon duelled with Robb and me. But Aegon and Rhaenys were taken from me, taken from me by the usurper.
NOTES: PLEASE READ!
Hi, I'm so sorry this chapter has taken a while to write; I have had so many exams recently, sorry. Just wanted to clarify that everything going on in Westeros is canon right now (Bran was thrown from the tower etc). PLEASE REVIEW! Ask questions, give requests and even constructive criticism please. It will help me write in the future and all positive reviews motivate me and brighten my day haha! XXX