Chapter 1
Despite the Red Witch Melisandre's best efforts. The Lord Commander Jon Snow was still dead. Those who had killed him were locked in the Ice Cells awaiting execution.
Snow's sister Lady Sansa Stark had arrived at Castle Black's gates with her sworn shield Brienne of Tarth, Podrick Payne Brinnne's Squire, Lord Howland Reed of Greywater Watch, Lord Galbart Glover, and Lady Maege Mormont just a few days after the mutiny.
With them was a girl now women thought long died. Supposedly killed the same day as her brother and mother during the sacking of King's Landing on Tywin Lannister's orders. Rhaenys Targaryen was a woman grown. And another a Bastard Knight from Dorne.
She had been hidden in Dorne for years by her mother's brother Prince Oberyn Martell and his lover and mother of seven of his daughters Ellaria Sand.
It had been the grace of Gods or sere dumb luck the Rhaenys escaped the Red Keep that day. The day her grandfather, mother, and brother were slaughtered like sheep.
Her Uncle Oberyn had died at the hands of the monster who had smashed her brother's head into an unrecognizable mess and raped her mother before cutting her in half with his sword.
Rhaenys had no idea that her baby brother still lived. She thought that he'd died alongside Muna Lyanna all those years ago at the Tower of Joy. She only found out in a dragon dream. That Aegon named for their brother murdered at the hands of Mountain still lived.
A prince, no a King raised a bastard for his protection. Why hadn't Lord Stark told him before he left for the wall? Did Eddard Stark have any intentions of ever telling Aegon the truth about his parentage?
Lord Stark had long since died. Executed by the Bastard King Joffery Waters. Like many members of her family. Grandmuna Rhaella died in childbirth. Her Aunt Daenerys and Uncle Viserys were exiled and hunted by the Usurper's hired assassins.
Her Uncle Viserys had gone mad as Grandkepa had in the end. Aunt Daenerys was across the Narrow Sea. In Meeren last Rhaenys had heard. Abolishing Slavery from the Essos with the three Dragons she had brought back into the world.
Her journey to find her baby brother had been all for naught. Aegon was dead, betrayed, and murdered by several of his men. They did for the watch they said. Treason was Treasons.
Her brother was dead. She was alone in the world, save for her Aunt thousands of miles away in the Essos. Not even aware that Rhaenys was alive. A pyre was built as was the tradition when a member of the watch died their body was burned.
Eddison Tollet had taken Jon/Aegon's position as Lord Commander till a vote could be held. The Freefolkes stood among the Night Watchmen as Edd stepped forward with a torch.
"Now his watch has ended" He uttered before lighting the Pyre.
Beside Rhaenys stood her brother's cousin Sansa. It had been dumb luck that Rhaenys and Ser William Sand, Aunt Ashara's son with Brandon Stark along with Brienne, her squire Podrick had found Sansa and Theon Greyjoy that day in the Wolfswood
Aegon's Direwolf Ghost stood silently beside her. He was almost as tall as she was. The wolf mourned his master.
They stood watching silently as the funeral pyre burned. A black spec in the sky was getting bigger the closer it got. Whatever it was let a massive roar that made the ground shake. It was fucking dragon.
It was black as night, its eyes glowed green.
"It's a fucking dragon" People scrambled running in fear. The ground shook as the dragon landed near the burning pyre.
There was only one dragon that Rhaenys knew of that was Black as the night sky with menacing green eyes. Cannibal. A dragon with a fearsome reputation. Though long dead like most Dragons. Expect for Daenerys's three Dragons.
Cannibal didn't move from beside the burning pyre, Ghost got up moving over to sit on the other side of the burning pyre.
'Fire cannot kill a Dragon. Wake up Aegon' My Grandfather's voice spoke in my head as I awoke. Naked on a burning funeral pyre. Sitting up I grimaced in pain from the wounds on my chest, stomach, and abdomen. Seven stab wounds each one more fatal than the last.
Memories of what happened in the courtyard came flashing back to me. Jon Snow bled out in the frozen courtyard. Aegon Targaryen Sixth of his name rose from the ashes.
I climbed down from the funeral pyre walking through the flames.
Those standing around the burning pyre watched in shock as Jon Snow returned from the dead. Naked as the day he was born he walked out of the flames unharmed.
Davos came forth with a cloak for Jon/Aegon to wrap around himself.
"I'm fine Davos," I say as he wraps a cloak around my shoulders.
"Aye lad, how are you not burnt to ash or alive"
"Guess it was just the Gods way of saying it's not my time yet" I offered a small smile as I took notice of the people watching. A familiar redhead girl no woman I hadn't seen in years. My cousin Sansa.
Growing up in Winterfell we'd never been close. But our family had suffered a lot over the years since we'd left Winterfell. Uncle Ned, Robb, and Lady Stark deaths. Bran, Rickon, and Arya were all missing and presumed long dead. Well, Bran was still out there somewhere beyond the wall.
"Fetch the Lord Commander some clothes."Edd barked
"I'm not cold Edd" Prehaps it was my dragon or wolf's blood. Or maybe since coming back from the dead. I didn't feel the Cold as much.
"Your one tough little fucker crow" Tormund embraced me. "They think you're some kind of God. Man who returned from the dead. What kind of god has a pecker that small" Tormund teased.
A tall beautiful olive-skinned woman with dark brown eyes with a hint of purple in them. Rhaenys my sister. How was this possible? I'd come back from the dead so anything was possible.
"Mandia" I whisper in Valyrain hugging her tightly. (Sister)
"Valonqar lī fuckers qilōni gōntan naejot ao jāhor addemmagon rūsīr perzys se ānogar"Rhaenys returned my hug. ( Little brother those fuckers who did to you will pay with Fire and Blood)
"Aye rūsīr perzys se ānogar, pōnta jāhor addemmagon mandia. Hae jāhor ry lī qilōni emagon wronged īlva lentor isse se past." I reply (Aye with Fire and Blood, they will pay Sister. As will all those who have wronged our family in the past.)
The Red woman Melisandre had been oddly quiet since I had walked through the flames of my funeral pyre.
"Your clothes Lord Commander" A bastard from the Riverlands Darrok Rivers handed me some clothes. I dropped the cloak Davos had given me.
Rhaenys raked her eyes over her younger brother's body. He had a warrior's body and that of a God. A muscular chest chiseled from hours of hard work and sword fighting, it was littered now with seven scars, each knife wound fatal.
Aegon was not an overly tall man he stood no taller than 5'9 at most. What he lacked in height he certainly made up for in other areas. Particularly between his legs. It seemed the gods had blessed him down there in particular.
His cock though flaccid was still longer and thick than most men when they were hard. She felt her small clothes dampen a little from her arousal just looking at her baby brother. Who was every inch a warrior?
Sansa, Aegon's cousin had turned away while he changed. The poor girl had been through hell since her father had been executed. She'd been sold off like a broodmare twice. Once to Tyrion Lanniester then to Ramsey Bolton her sadistic husband.
"Where are the traitors" I asked referring to the men who had tried to kill me.
"Locked in the Ice Cells awaiting execution" Edd answered.
"Good head back to Castle I'd like some time alone with my family"
"Jon the Dragon" Edd asked nervously.
"He won't hurt me. Edd" I dismissed his concerns.
The ground shook as Canniable approached me. I held out a hand placing on his massive black snout. He nuzzled into my hands, a whisp of smoke coming from his massive nostrils.
"What am I going to call you boy? I can't keep calling your Canniable can I" I wondered aloud stratching him on the nose.
'They called me Sȳndor before I was called Cannibale it means Shadow in Valryain Kepa' Cannibal sorry Sȳndor said in my mind. (Shadow)
"Sȳndor huh. I couldn't think of a more fitting name" I gave him one last pat.
"Hey boy come here" I called to Ghost who knocked me over as he ran to me.
"Lord Commander there is a great many things to discuss" Lady Maege Mormont spoke up.
"There is at that Lady Mormont. We can discuss them at length in my rooms" I stood up to my full height.
Sansa was still looking at me like I was a ghost. I guess in a way I was, I'd been brought back from the dead. Jon Snow had died that night in the courtyard, Aegon Targaryen had risen in his place.
Ghost walked beside me as we walked through the tunnel to the Courtyard.
Rhaenys, her companion, Sansa, Lady Mormont, and the two other Lords with her, Melisandre and Ser Davos joined us in my rooms. The tall woman knight and her young male friend stood guard outside my chambers
"Lord Commander Snow I'm Lord Galbart Glover this is Lord Howland Reed of Greywater Watch. Your brother his Grace King Robb. Charged me and Lady Mormont to come to Castle Black to find you and bring you back to him.
But seeing as his grace is no longer with us. It was his last wish for you to be named as his heir, legitimizing you as Jon Stark and releasing you from the Night Watch" Lord Glover handed me the scroll.
I Robb Stark First of My Name King in the North do hereby write the following Royal Decree.
I name and legitimise my brother Jon Snow, to be known as Jon Stark. As my heir till I have a son of my own. I hereby release him from his vows from the Night Watch.
Witnessed and Signed by Robb Stark King in the North, Lady Meage Mormont Lord of Bear Island, Lord Jason Mallister lord of Seagard, Lord Galbart Glover Lord of Deepwood Motte, Lord Jon Umber Lord of Last Heath.
Robb had legitimized me as a Stark releasing me from my vows and naming me his heir. Lady Stark no doubt would have been fuming when he did so. She was cursing me from the afterlife for that I have no doubt. I wasted little time thinking of the woman who had made my life a misery as a child.
She was long dead, as was Robb and Lord Stark my uncle.
"Lord Reed there was something else you wanted to tell me" I rolled up the scroll
"Yes, your grace. I take it Lord Stark never told you who your mother was"
"No he never did, he took that with him to his grave" I already knew who my mother was.
"You are not Lord Stark's son. But you are a Stark by the blood of your mother. Lady Lyanna Stark."
"What are you saying Lord Reed" Sansa interrupted.
"I am saying Lady Sansa. Jon Snow is not your brother. He is your cousin. His real name is Aegon Targaryen Sixth of his name, heir to the Iron Throne. The trueborn son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen the Last Dragon and Lyanna Stark the Wild Wolf of Winterfell."
"How do you know all this Lord Reed" Meage Mormont cut in.
"I was there the day his grace was born at the Tower of Joy in Dorne. His father had left Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Oswell Whent, and Lord Commander Gerold Hightower to protect Lyanna and their unborn child.
We arrived at the Tower looking for Lyanna, a melee broke out between us. It was only Lord Stark and myself still alive in the end. We rush into the tower. It was there we found Lyanna, she was dying of a birth fever and loss of blood.
She begged and pleaded with us to keep Aegon safe from Robert Baratheon. Because if he ever found out about Aegon's existence he would kill him like he did his name sake and stepmother.
In the Tower we found documents. His parents' marriage with letters of support from Elia Martell for Rhaegar to take a second wife. Elia was never jilted by Rhaegar. She loved Lyanna just as much as Rhaegar did.
I have no doubt had Elia lived, she would have loved Aegon and raised him as if he was her own son."Howland explained in more detail.
"Well that explains the dragon and walking out of the funeral pyre with not one burn" Davos uttered.
"When you were between worlds what did you see" Melisandre spoke for the first time since I had walked out of the burning funeral pyre.
"Nothing, there was nothing but darkness does that answer your fucking question" I grunted annoyed
"The Prince that was promised. I believe that is you Aegon Targaryen"
"What about Stannis you were preaching he was the Prince that was Promised not all that long ago how did that turn out for him."I countered.
"The flames are not always clear. You are the son of Fire and Ice. The pact that was made between House Stark and House Targaryen in Dance of the Dragons. The son of Fire and Ice will bring the Dawn"
I already knew this from Bran and my Grandfather Aerys.
'Beware the Red-Headed Woman spurting pretty words of poison in your ear Grandson. Look what became of Stannis Baratheon.' My Grandfather Aerys warned.
"That saying be interpreted in two different ways. Prince or Princess" Rhaenys cut in.
"You both have a part to play Princess as does your Aunt Daenerys Targaryen. As the saying goes the Dragons must have three heads" The Red Woman preached
"Prophesy is just that Lady Melisandre a Propheys. It doesn't mean it will come true."
Meereen, Essos.
Ser Barristan Salmy sat with Lord Varys, Tyrion Lannister, Grey Worm, and the Missandei.
"Has there been any news of the Queen" Barristan inquired sipping his wine.
"None that my little birds have heard about Queen Daenerys nor Drogon. I have heard an interesting whisper from Westories. About Rhaenys Targaryen"
"Rhaenys Targaryen. Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia's daughter" Barristan turned to the Spider with interest.
"The same. There have been whispers that she is alive, being hidden in Dorne all these years by Prince Oberyn and his lover Ellaria Sand. There may not be any truth to it."
"Who is Rhaneys Taragaryen" Missanderi asked curiously.
"The Queen's niece. Her eldest brother's daughter. She was supposedly killed the day King's Landing was sacked. Her Grandfather, the Queen's father, her mother, and her little brother were all killed.
Rhaneys was stabbed half a hundred times, and baby Aegon's head smashed against a wall till it was recognizable. Poor sweet Elia raped then cut in half with a sword" Barristan sadly reminisced.
"What sort of monster does the to children and a mother"
"Tywin Lannister, my father unfortunately you can pick your friends and, family on the other hand you cannot pick. He was the one who ordered apparently" Tyrion swished wine in his half-empty cup around
"If the Princess is alive. The queen will want to know."
"I'll get my little birds onto it" Varys took his leave.
Castle Black.
The icy and frigidly cold wind hit me as I stepped out of my chamber. Stepping out into the courtyard. A light trickle of snow was falling.
A mix of Wilding's and Night Watchmen stood together to see justice be done to the mutineers. Ser Davos and Melisandre stood on the upper deck. Rhaenys, Sansa, Ser William Sand, Lady Mormont, and Lords Reed and Glover stood watching from the ramparts as well. Brienne and Podrick stood amongst the crowd
Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck were the first two dragged up onto the platform. A block was already waiting for them. The four mutineers' eyes widen at the very much alive Lord Commander Jon Snow.
A hushed silence fell over the crowd as Marsh was forced to knell over the block. Jon's heavy footsteps up the stairs echoed throughout the courtyard.
"It's not right. You should be dead" Marsh babbled as I pulled Longclaw from its scabbard.
"Neither was fucking killing me. But you lot did fucking piss poor job of that didn't yea" I spat at him. My grey eyes were now black with anger."Any more last words Marsh. Before I end your worthless life" I taunted.
"Aye. I don't regret it. You're a Wilding Lover." Bowen Marsh's next words were cut off as I brought Longclaw down on Marsh's neck. His served head rolled from the platform his mouth still opened at mid-word his lifeless eyes staring up at me.
I turned my cold grey eyes to Othell. "Please Lord Commander have mercy. I... Thorne made me do it. Just banish me from the Wall. I'll go back to my mother in White Harbour. You'll never see again" Othell pleaded. It fell on deaf ears.
"Mercy. Why the fuck should I show you mercy. You didn't give me any" I laughed bitterly. Bowen Mash's blood dripped from the blade in my hand.
"I beg you. Lord Commander, please write to my mother. Tell her I dead fighting the Wildings" Othell whimpered as he was forced to his knees over the bloody block. Bowen Marsh's body had been kicked to the side.
"Oh, I'll write to her alright. I'll send her your traitor head as a reminder of what you are. A no good backstabbing mutineer" I declared darkly.
Othell started to cry, beg, and plead for his life to be spared. I only answered by taking his head much like I had Bowen Marsh's head.
"These two next" Tormund's booming voice called across from where he stood beside Edd with Thorne and Olly guarded by two members of the Night Watch and two Wildings
"No, take them outside the Wall. "I ordered Longclaw's blade drenched in blood. A steady stream of blood dripped from the tip of the blade onto the Platform.
I wiped the blood off Longclaw's blade on the dead body of Bowen March before placing it back in the scabbard
A jeering cheer rumbled through the crowd as Olly and Thorne were dragged towards the tunnel. The yelling and cheering grew louder as they moved through the tunnel to the other side of the Wall.
"What now? 'Lord' Snow. You mean to feed us to your pet. Show them what you really are" Throne tried taunting me. I glared at him with cold grey eyes.
"No. Ser Alliser. As much as it would give me great pleasure to see Ghost tear you to pieces. Edd let him go" I stared down at Thorne. Who stared back at me in disbelief.
Edd cut the ropes binding Thorne's hands together.
"Your watch has ended Thorne. You are banished to beyond the wall. If you come back. I'll take your head."I commanded my tone dark and emotionless.
Thorne said nothing as he looked at his former Brothers who looked back at him with disgust and contempt. Alliser turned to walk away.
"You think yourself so high and mighty Lord Snow. I had a choice to make that night. Betray you or betray the Night's Watch. I made my choice. I do it again. You'll be fighting their wars for them forever Snow. I fought and I lost" Throne finished before turning away to walk away.
"You just going to let him go Jon" Edd questioned.
"Who said I was going to let him live? Edd" I remarked." Sȳndor, Fetch him back"I called out loudly before whistling for the Dragon.
A loud rumbling roar sounded from the clearing just beyond the trees. Thorne's head turned to the sound of the Dragon's roar. His eyes turned white and widened in shock. Thorne started to run through the heavy snow as fast as he could.
Sȳndor caught him within twenty seconds. His claws dug into Thorne's stomach. Alliser cried out in pain as Sȳndor's claws moved further into his stomach and through his back. Sȳndor flew over to where I and the others stood.
"Drop him" I ordered. Sȳndor dropped Thorne from his claws. He landed heavily in the snow. Blood started to stain the white snow underneath him. Rhaegal had disemboweled him.
I knelt to Thorne's side. Drawing Longclaw once more
"My name is not Lord Snow. I am Aegon Targaryen Sixth of his Name. Heir to the Iron Throne Rhaegar Targaryen is my father. "I whispered coldly into Thorne's ear before stabbing him in the heart with Longclaw. I withdrew Longclaw from Thorne.
Olly was shaking from fear or hatred. No one knew. I casually wiped Longclaw on my cloak as I got to my feet.
"What's it going to be Olly? Hanging, Beheading. Or" I stopped mid-word. Sȳndor who had landed on the wall. Hissed and bared his teeth at Olly. Ghost stood beside me growling bareing his teeth also.
"What fucking difference does it make. Lord Commander you going to kill me anyway."Olly spat at my boots.
"Oh Aye, and I'm going to make it as just painful and drawn out as long as possible. Show you the same mercy you showed me that night" I darkly replied venom and hatred in every word I spoke to Olly.
"Orekmar. Jorarrand. Take him and tie him to the tree in the clearing beyond the trees there" I ordered the two wildings holding Olly.
"Ghost go get your lunch." I turned away as Olly was dragged to the clearing by Orekmar and Jorarrand. Ghost ran off after them.
"When they start to turn bind them and take them to the ice cells."I finished placing Longclaw back in its scabbard.
I could faintly make out Olly's screams as Ghost tore him to shreds. I felt no remorse for setting Ghost on him. Not after he had done. Or any of the four fuckers had done to me that night.
I re-entered the courtyard of Castle Black. The wights of Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck were bound atop the platform where I had taken their heads. Their heads were reattached to their bodies.
They hissed and growled as a gag was placed in their mouths. "What do you want done with this lot? Lord Commander" Marak Rivers questioned.
"Ice Cells. We'll box them up before we leave Castle Black to head south" I answered
"Aye Lord Commander."Marak agreed. .