Chapter 2

Red Keep, King's Landing 301 AC

Aegon, Margaery, and their three moons-old son Aerion had arrived from Dragonstone a few days earlier. Rhaegar being the ever-proud grandfather was showing off his grandson. Aerion was every inch a Targaryen Prince.

With his silver hair and indigo eyes. There was little he had inherited from Margaery save her nose and chin. Aerion was much his father's son.

The upcoming tournament in Harrenhal had been a hot topic of conversation within the walls of Red Keep.

Rhaenys was less than impressed about going, feeling it was set up by Rhaegar to marry her off. She was twenty and three, and still unwed.

Elia had tried to soothe her worries about married off without her consent. Elia argued her father Rhaegar wasn't going to do that. But gently hinted about using the Touramanet to look for a possible husband.

"I still think father is using the tournament at Harrenhal to find me husband to marry me off to some Lord" Rhaenys vented to her Aunt Daenareys 'Dany' Targaryen.

"Rhaegar would never do such a thing. He allowed Egg to choose his own bride. I don't think that worked out too badly seeing as he now has a grandson he could show off. So you can choose your own husband.

The Tournament at Harrenhal wouldn't be a bad opportunity to look around for potential husbands so to speak"

"You haven't been speaking to Muna, have you? She said the same thing just last night."Rhaenys looked at her Aunt.

"No, I haven't spoken to Elia about it at all."Dany paused for a second "What are you two up to" Dany noticed her twin sons Baelon and Jaehaerys were possibly up to no good. The two terrors were forever getting into mischief at just two and a half name days old.

"Nothing Muna"

"I find that hard to believe" Jaehaerys took mostly after Jon with his dark curly hair, he had her purple eyes, while Baelon took mostly after the Targaryen side except like his brother for his eyes which were grey like his father's

"Those two are going to be heartbreakers when they're older" Rhaenys mused as her younger cousins ran off.

"If they are anything like their father they will be"

"You never said much about Jon. Just that he was from the North and sell sword when you met in Pentos."Dany was very tight-lipped about Jon the father of her sons Baelon and Jaehaerys.

"Jon never liked to talk about the past much. His father is a Lord from the North. His stepmother made his life a living misery since his father brought him with him after the Rebellion.

If he beat or was better than his siblings at anything, he would be punished. It was worse during the Greyjoy Rebellion, he was sent to bed without food, be confined to his rooms for days. He had to collect his own wood for a fire. He was forced to sleep in a room not fit for a dog out near the stables and dog kennels.

If he ever beat his older brother at anything he'd be punished. He had the scars to prove it. Saying he was a lowly bastard, he'd steal his siblings' birthright"

"Did his father do anything to stop it?" Rhaenys asked.

"Never did anything to stop it. Jon got fed up with it. He left in the middle of the night when he was fourteen and headed for the Essos."

"Gods it's no wonder he left. Does he know about Baelon and Jaehaerys?"

"His company the Bloodied Wolf Company was called to War between the Free Cities and the Dothraki not long after we married in Volantis in Lord of the Light" Dany explained a bit more. "I didn't find out I was with child till after we arrived back in King's Landing. Jon was Gods knows where by then. I had nowhere to send a letter."

"Married does anyone else know about you two being married"

"No" Dany shook her head in reply

"Do you think he's still alive? I mean it's been what three years"

"I'd feel it in my heart if he was Rhae" They continued to walk through the gardens.

"Perhaps you may find each other again at the tournament at Harrenhal"

"Anything is possible" Dany agreed.

Crossroad Inn, Kings Road 301 AC

The trip south had been longer than expected on the King's Road and was busier than ever with the tournament being held at Harrenhal. Every nobleman and knight wishing to compete must have been on the road.

The weather hadn't helped with the constant rain and had made the King's Road a bog hole for both horses and wagons.

There were no rooms at the Inn all full up with travelers heading for Harrenhal. We'd made camp between the Inn and where the Three Forks meets.

Bronn was sleeping off last night's heavy drinking session most likely. Gendry was near the Inn, using the forge to reshoe his horse. Taras and his cousin Bantal were cleaning their weapons.

Ghost and Shadow had gone off to hunt. I was polishing my Valyrian swords Wolfbane and the other blade I hadn't named. I set both swords down leaving my tent to go take a piss.

Arya had grown bored at camp, slipping away unnoticed. She wondered through the woods. She wished she'd be able to bring her Direwolf pup Nymeria with her. But Mother had put her foot down on bringing them south.

The pups remained in Winterfell with Uncle Benjen and Aunt Dacey who had come from Bear Island. To be acting Lord of Winterfell while they were at the Tournament at Harrenhal.

She came across a camp. Curiosity getting the better of her. There were two dark-skinned men, sitting near the fire cleaning their weapons. Perhaps from the Summer Isle or elsewhere in the Essos.

Another was snoring in his tent. There was one tent left unattended. She snuck into the camp unnoticed or so she thought. The two men from the Summer Isles were deep in conversation cleaning their weapons to notice her slip into the tent.

Coming back into camp I noticed someone snooping in my tent. Bronn was still snoring, in his tent. Taras and Bantal hadn't noticed the intruder.

I quickly snuck up behind the would-be thief. I placed my dagger at their throat.

"You chose the wrong tent to steal from boy" Ayra froze when she felt the dagger at her throat. But the voice seemed so familiar. It couldn't be, could it?

"Jon," The person I'd caught trying to steal stuff from my tent said. I knew that voice.

"Arya what are you doing in my tent" I asked removing my dagger from her throat and placing it back in its scabbard on my belt behind my back

"Jon" Ayra launched herself into my arms. "I've missed you big brother where have you been all these years? You left without saying goodbye"

"I missed you two little sister. I've been in the Essos all these years. Now I'll ask again why where you snooping in my tent" I set her down on her feet.

"I wasn't snooping" I gave her a look "Ok fine I was snooping, I didn't know it was your camp. I got bored at camp went exploring and ended up here" Ayra answered.

"You're going to the Tournament at Harrenhal"

"All of us are going. Are you on your way there as well" Ayra questioned.

"Aye the five of us are."

"Are those Vaylrian Steel Swords" Ayra was distracted by my swords sitting on a chest

"Aye, they are. This one is Wolf's Bane, the other one doesn't have a name."I showed Ayra my swords.

Our conversation was halted by the sound of horses approaching our campsite. "Boss we got company" Taras called out.

I strapped my sword belt into place. I went out to see who it was. Stark Soldiers, they must be looking for Ayra.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?"I asked stepping out of my tent.

"Lady Arya Stark have you seen her."

"She's here. Ayra" I called behind me.

"My lady you had your mother and father worried" Jory Cassel dismounted his horse.

"I'm fine Jory. I'm with my brother" Ayra remarked with a scowl on her face, she hated being called a lady.

"Jon Snow, it's been some time" Jory recognized me

"It has been Jory, six years to be exact Ayra's quite safe here with me and my friends."

"Nevertheless I should take her back to camp. It's good to see you, Jon. Come Lady Arya" Jory looked nervous as Ghost and Shadow came into camp. Their muzzles were wet with the blood of their latest kill.

"I don't want to go back to camp. I want to stay with my brother for a while."

"I'm sorry my lady but your father wants you back at camp. He's half the men in camp looking for you" Jory wasn't going to budge.

"Jory have you found Arya" It seemed today was going to be one of reunions as Robb rode in with Greyjoy trailing behind like an every faithful puppy

"I'm fine Robb Father didn't need to send the whole of the North looking for me, I was quite safe here"

"Arya none knew where you were. You could have been kidnapped, or worse. Anything could have happened to you" Robb argued not noticing I was standing next to Arya.

"She was quite safe with me brother," I say

"Jon where in seven hells did you come from"

"Been in Essos for the last few years." I half answered as we embraced.

"You've gotten taller Snow"

"And you've gotten shorter Stark" I was taller than Robb by two inches at 6'3, while Robb was 6'1

I was waiting for Greyjoy to open his big mouth and say something. I doubt time had changed Theon Greyjoy's big mouth.

"Snow"

"Greyjoy" I nodded back. Maybe Greyjoy had learned some manners in the last six years.

"So you've been the Essos you must have some good stories, Jon"

"Oh Aye I got a tale or two" I chuckle.

Harrenhal, 301 Ac

The Royal Party made it to Harrenhal a few days before the tournament was meant to begin. Viserys, his wife Princess Arianna Martell, and their two sons joined the rest of the Royal Family in attending the Tournament to celebrate twenty years of Rhaegar's reign.

Aegon would be competing, while Viserys was more than happy to sit out the tournament. Elia's brother and nieces had come from Sunspear to compete. Some of the King's Guard were competing, Ser Loras Tyrell, Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Oswell Went, and Jamie Lannister.

Knights and Noblemen from all over the realm and some from the Essos had come to compete for the top prize. The winner of the tournament and the winners of each event would get a share of the prize money a total of 30,000 gold dragons.

Rhaneys and Daenerys along with Baelon and Jaehareys had gone to watch Aegon spar with Ser Arthur and Jamie.

Aegon was favored to win the Joust and Meele perhaps. Ser Loras and Ser Barristan escorted them. Margaery, Dowager Queen Rhaella, Elia, and Rhaegar had come to watch Aegon spar as well.

"Dead again Greyjoy. That's the best you can do" A thick Northern voice spoke from one of the other sparring yards.

"Dead Robb. Come on Stark you're better than this. This is hardly a challenge."Dany knew that voice anywhere. It couldn't could it?

"Who is that with the Greyjoy boy and Lord Stark's eldest" Rhaegar asked.

"That's Lord Stark's bastard son Jon Snow. The one who ran off to the Essos about six years ago your grace. It seems he's back."

"Hmm, he's good with a sword it seems Father. I've never seen anyone duel wield two swords except Ser Arthur. Snow must be incredibly brave or stupid to be sparring without any armor, and with live steel at that" Aegon commented.

Dany's eyes were fixated on her husband. Dany's staring at Jon hadn't gone unnoticed Rhaella had noticed her daughter's gaze fixated on the Northern Sell Sword named Jon Snow, the bastard Son of Lord Eddard Stark, her late gooddaughter's nephew.

Rhaella noticed that Snow's attention was now turned to Daenerys. There was something about Snow's eyes that irked her. She knew those eyes. Her grandson Baelon had the same eyes. It wasn't possible that Jon Snow was the father of her grandsons Baelon and Jaehaerys was it.

Rhaella didn't know how right she was Jon Snow was not only the father of her twin grandsons Baelon and Jaehaerys, but he was also her Goodson and grandson the family didn't even know existed.