Chapter 6 – Son of Valyria and Son of Winterfell

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Thank you for voting in the poll and the sword Jon will be wielding is Blackfyre, The Sword of Kings.

I have put up a poll of who will be in Jon's vacant Kingsguard slots. There are two vacant slots his Kingsguard will consist of Arthur Dayne, Barristan Selmy, Gerold Hightower, Oswell Whent and Daemon Sand. I am leaving it up to you to decide who will join them. The options are:

Albar Royce

Cleutos Yronwood

Tallard the tall

Arron Qorgyle

Lucas Corbay

Year 293 AL

Jon Targaryen POV

Here I was in the wine cellars drinking a bottle of Dornish red while everyone was looking for me, I know it's irresponsible and I'm too young to be drinking. But this circumstance warrants heavy drinking.

Just imagine if you just found out that your supposed father is your uncle and that your supposed mother isn't your mother at all, ask yourself how you would react. My true father had supposedly abducted Lyanna Stark, who apparently is my mother, and raped her while others say that they fell in love and eloped. I concluded that so far, in my short lifespan, everybody has lied to me.

But part of me understood why they had done it; they did it to protect me. Everyone knew the tale of Elia and her children, for they were butchered in the sack of Kings Landing. And I would be dead if not for Ned, Doran, Arthur, Oberyn, Edric and Rolland.

That was my sister that I kept seeing murdered in my dreams. It makes me wonder what am I destined to become. What does the future hold for me, a son of Valyria and a son of Winterfell? What does it hold for me?

"Jon" I heard someone shouting. It was Oberyn. He entered the room, he still could not see me, and started to drink a bottle of Arbor gold straight from the bottle. He looked tired and mentally exhausted. "Jon is that you?" he saw me.

"Yes Uncle, I'm here." I said I could tell that he looked tired and slightly angry.

"What are you doing, everyone's looking for you." He was definitely angry you could tell just by looking at his features. Oberyn had a lined face with thin eyebrows; he had eyes black as night and a sharp nose. In addition he had lustrous black hair with few silver streaks. Oberyn was slightly angry but seeing Oberyn angry was a sight to behold, for he would be frightening as well as beautiful.

"Drinking, drowning my sorrows like a man." It was the best I could come up with I could tell that he was disappointed with me; he would have expected this of Daemon but not me.

"You're only a kid Jon".

"So was Rhaenys, when she was murdered. I guess I finally know why I kept seeing her in my dreams telling me to avenge her. She kept calling me brother." I could see him become agitated, men desired many things in life Oberyn desired one thing; Revenge.

"Did she suffer Jon?" I remember seeing Rhaenys in my dream and how she is being killed by Amory Lorch. And how he repeatedly stabbed her, it gave me nightmares and even more now that I know that she was my sister.

"She suffered Uncle; we all suffer in this life or the next. But she scared him by telling him that I would kill him. She was brave, I am not. I am acting like a coward, drinking my way to sleep when there are people who care for me." I told him truth after I had seen my sister stand up to Amory Lorch before he killed her and I compared that to me learning my heritage, a part of me deep down was ashamed. I had behaved cowardly.

"Jon, no one blames you for how you reacted. It would have been strange if you behaved normally."

"It's funny how you and Lord Stark are allies now because of me. When he went to war because of me because of Rhaegar and Lyanna, My mother and father apparently. Fools, complete and utter fools, people say that Prince Rhaegar loved his lady Lyanna but was it worth his wife's death? Was it worth his children's death? And am I worth the destruction they have caused?"

"No". That one word 'No'. I could tell that if Oberyn was given a choice between me and Elia and her children. He would always pick elia, part of me understood that but another part of was really hurt by that. I looked towards Oberyn like a son would look up to his father, I love him. "But Elia is dead. Aegon is dead. Rhaenys is dead, and all at the hand of Tywin Lannister. They are gone but you are here. And I love you Jon we love you and one day the Lannisters will pay their debts". I love you; those words meant a lot to me.

"Vengeance Uncle. It will come at my hands or your hands. Together Starks, Martells and Targaryens; shall ensure that the Lannisters will bleed for what they did to Elia, one day Uncle, one day". The Lannisters and the Baratheons will hunt me the day they find out my true heritage, but soon I shall repay the favour.

"Come on Jon lets go and meet up with the others". And off we went.

Ned Stark POV

I was with Arthur Dayne, Doran Martell and two men known to Dorne as Edric Flowers and Rolland Rivers, but I knew them by different names; they were, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Oswell Whent. But one thing was running through my mind, where is Jon? Had he left the Water Gardens if he had he would be in mortal danger.

I promised that I would keep him safe, I promised Lyanna as she cried, in a room that smelt of blood and roses. 'Promise me Ned' she said, the fever had taken her strength and when I gave my word the fear had left her eyes.

I remember Rhaegar's infant son, the red ruin of his skull, and the way Robert had turned around. Would Robert do that to Jon as well, I would call my banners before I let that happen to my nephew. Nephew it felt strange after the boy had called me Father a few hours ago. She made me promise and I did, that was my curse I thought of the price I had paid in order to maintain my word, my honour.

I remember how she had made me promise, she had cried. Promise me, I remembered the way she used to smile and how tightly her fingers clutched mine as she died. The rose petals spilling from her hands, her hands were red with blood or was that the roses? She was buried in the crypts of Winterfell, I brought her flowers when I could; she was fond of flowers.

I had lived lies for 10 long years and those lies haunted me every night. Would my nightmares end now the boy knows the truth? Some lies had no honour, but this lie had honour. I was protecting him, protecting Jon. The deceit made me feel soiled. The lies we tell for love. May the gods forgive me. The thought of Jon filled me with a sense of shame, a sorrow too deep for words. If I could only see the boy again, sit and talk with him.

Then the door opened. It was Oberyn and Jon was with him. He was safe. The boy looked nervous and agitated and most of all angry.

"Jon" I called to him "how are you?"

"You are not my father." He looked at me, he was furious.

"I'm sorry Jo.." I stammered

"Were you ever going to tell me the truth. Were you ever going to tell me that I am not your son."

"I made a promise to your mother, my sister that I would keep you safe. I swore that I would keep you safe from Robert and from Tywin Lannister. Robert has tried to kill Viserys and Daenerys for years now and I saw Tywin Lannister lay the corpses of your brother and sister at Robert's feet. When I told Robert that 'Aegon and Rhaenys were only children' he said that they were 'Dragonspawn'. Robert smiled when he saw the bodies, he fucking smiled Jon. Your sister was stabbed half a hundred times and your brother's skull was a red ruin as a result of Gregor Clegane dashing his head against a wall. All that remained of the boy was a faceless horror of bone, brain and gore with a few hanks of hair. The men said that the Mountain's hands were still covered in blood and brains of Aegon as he raped Elia. You want to know why I never told you who your father was, that's why. I didn't want what happened to Aegon happen to you." I was angry, I was rarely angry. I shouldn't have been mad with the boy. I was mad with Robert , for I would never forgive him for what happened that day.

Jon wasn't expecting that, I could tell by the look on his face. Part of him was angry with me, part of him understood me. And I could see that another part of him craved vengeance.

"I understand why you have done everything and I respect you for it. And I understand you uncle." Jon replied, when I heard 'I understand you' I felt such relief.

Then Gerold Hightower and Oswell Whent got to one knee and the Ser Gerold began to speak "your grace. My name is not Edric Flowers, my name is Ser Gerold Hightower. The Lord Commander of King Aerys II Kingsguard, I would be honoured if you would have me in your Kingsguard."

"I would also be honoured your grace, my name is Ser Oswell Whent." Said the man I had previously known as Ser Rolland Rivers.

Jon laughed. "Your grace, bending the knee, you do realise that I am only 10 years old. And that I have no army to speak of and I am no king. I am known to the seven kingdoms as Jon Sand, the bastard. Get up. Get up, one day I will reclaim my right but not today. And no matter what happens in the future; always call me Jon." We all laughed, the boy had found humour in this sombre and nervous moment.

"Ser Gerold and Ser Oswell, you never left the Kingsguard. A lot of men serve when serving is easy and has no risk, but you only truly realise the men who are loyal when it is not easy to serve. You never left the brotherhood" I could see that there were tears in the Lord Commander's eyes. "Embrace me, brothers. For a man is never alone while he is around brothers."

Me, Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Oswell Whent embraced. Sometimes I questioned myself and wondered if the boy had it in him to be good man. He had it in him to be a good man but he also had the potential to become a great leader. The boy was realising that potential and he was becoming a man. This was a part of a new beginning. I knew Lyanna was up there smiling seeing her son, for I was happy he was her son. And I was right Lyanna would always be there inside Jon.

"Prince Doran" Jon said. "I am honoured and grateful for what you have done for me. I will always regard you as my uncle. Uncle Arthur, we may not be related in blood but you shall always be my uncle." I could see that Arthur Dayne was happy, for he was Prince Rhaegar's close friend and seeing Jon welcoming the responsibility of being his son would have made him proud.

"Uncle" Jon said as he looked at me "I wish I could have known her." And he gave me a hug and for the first time since the Tower of Joy, I was happy.

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