A reunion, and a visit to the past

Jon

Jon couldn't wait to get back to Winterfell, the last hour of the journey was especially hard as he saw the turrets of the castle looming. He sent Ghost up on ahead, who got in through the Godswood. Jon had temporarily warged into the direwolf only to find a woman he'd never seen before looking to be arranging flowers, probably for the wedding. Annoyed that Sansa wasn't there, he'd accidentally bared his teeth, causing the woman to scream and Sansa to run up to him, soothing him with her presence. As soon as he'd seen her, he left Ghost and urged his horse forward.

He and Edd finally arrived to a Kings welcome. Sansa, as Queen, was stood in the courtyard as the head of the house. To Sansa's left, stood the screaming woman, who Jon realised must be Lady Margaery. To Sansa's right stood Ser Davos, Lord Royce, Lady Brienne, Lady Lyanna, Podrick and Maester Wolkan. As soon as they rode through the gates, everyone in the courtyard knelt and bowed their heads, all except Sansa who was a Queen.

After five minutes of saying hello, Jon was desperate to get inside the castle; he was cold and hungry, which Sansa could clearly sense. The look on her face also suggested she wished to speak with him regarding urgent matters. She tilted her head and he followed her to his chambers. Lady Margaery looked to be following, but Sansa had a word and she headed towards Sansa's rooms instead. Once inside, they closed the door, bolted it and Jon grabbed hold of her.

"Gods I couldn't wait to hold you again." he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist and finding her lips. Clearly Sansa felt the same as she held onto him for dear life. The kiss was passionate and hungry, but not in the way it felt when they were naked and pleasuring each other, this was more about love than anything else. "All I've wanted to do for the last few days, was to rip your clothes off, kiss every part of your body and make you peak so loudly that they could hear it as far away as Castle Black. And on our wedding night, I'm going to tongue-fuck you so hard, you'll be seeing stars." he said, when suddenly he heard what sounded like a woman cough. He looked around. "What was that?" he walked over to the door and opened it, but there was no one in sight.

"It probably came from outside." Sansa suggested. "The window is slightly open."

Jon turned around to see that the window was indeed open, he walked over and closed it. "Warn me about the window being open, the next time I start talking dirty." he growled.

They both removed their gloves and capes, then Sansa took his face in her hands. "I want to kiss all the way down your chest, and take you in my mouth until you peak, then I will swallow your seed."

"Seven hells, woman, you'll be the death of me." he japed, the he sighed. "But I somehow don't think you dragged me here to talk dirty or get naked. Well not yet."

Sansa's face dropped and she shook her head. "Daenerys is at Dragonstone. Her ships are sailing west, although the Greyjoy fleet has not set sail. Fortunately the Tyrell grain left the Reach just after Daenerys arrived at Dragonstone. It is currently being sailed up the White Knife. Margaery will be leaving tomorrow to meet Dickon Tarly with Ser Davos at Castle Cerwyn. Arya has killed the Freys. The Lannister army has deserted Riverrun, it is now back in Tully hands. I received this raven only minutes before you arrived, well before Lady Margaery alerted me of Ghost's presence." she handed Jon a letter.

Niece

By the time you receive this raven, I will have already left Riverrun to head north. Edmure is to take over the running of Riverrun. My journey to Winterfell should help me discern what has happened to the Lannister army. Edmure has agreed to swear fealty, therefore I will do it on behalf of house Tully when I arrive.

Blackfish

"He's coming here?" Jon grinned.

"He'll miss the wedding." Sansa sighed.

"Good! He'd be completely against it." he frowned as the rest of Sansa's words dawned on him. "How long ago did old Walder choke on his Frey Pie?" he asked.

"Probably around a fortnight ago." Sansa told him.

"And how long did it take for Arya to get here after she killed them?" he asked.

"If she's coming north, she'll be here any day now." Sansa said nervously. "Of course, word of the wedding is all over the north. She might change her mind and go south..."

"Or try to talk us out of it." Jon said, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the ties on Sansa's dress.

Sansa slapped his hand away. "We don't have time, I've got a feast to prepare." Jon pouted, he was hard and he needed some release and he wanted Sansa. "Alright." she rolled her eyes and smiled. "But we don't have time for me to get undressed. Lie flat on the bed and unfasten your breeches. I'll just have to take my smallclothes off and keep my dress on."

Realising he might have pressured her into it, Jon stopped himself from jumping onto the bed. "You don't have to."

"If you think I can wait until after the feast, then you are sorely mistaken." she smirked. "You don't have to prepare the feast, so you can take all of your clothes off." she turned her back and removed her smallclothes. Once she'd finished she turned around and faced him. "Now get on that bed and make me come." she commanded.

Jon hadn't told her about Bran, but he hadn't wanted to spoil the moment, and now she was putting her boots back on, he knew he needed to tell her or she would be very pissed off with him.

"Sansa." Jon started, running his fingers through his now loosened hair. "I need to tell you something, about Bran."

Sansa whipped her head around. "What?" she frowned, tying the laces on her boots.

"Bran will be returning north after the Night's King is gone. He's the Three-Eyed-Raven and his place is in the great weirwood tree, north of the wall. He says we won't be seeing him again, not in person."

Sansa stood and looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean we won't be seeing him again in person. He's not dead. We can go see him on Bear Island, or visit the weirwood tree."

"You were right, Bran died in that cave. I didn't understand what you meant, but he's...different."

"I know, but that doesn't mean we can't see him." Sansa frowned.

"He would prefer it if we communicated with him through the Godswood. He can answer us. He even gave me something for our wedding night. He told us to put a little bit of paste on each others tongue during the ceremony." Jon picked up his saddlebag and pulled out the small pot Bran had given him. "He said we can call on him whenever we needed him." Sansa nodded and smiled sadly as she looked at the paste. "He wants me to visit the Godswood and take some before the wedding, so that I can understand my past. He also gave me this." he unsheathed Dark Sister from his sword belt. Sansa examined it.

"It's a beautiful sword. Skinny though, as if..."

"As if it were made for a woman?" Jon smiled. "It belonged to Visenya Targaryen."

Sansa's eyes widened. "Dark Sister?" Jon nodded. "It's beautiful..." she frowned. "But I prefer Longclaw. Its more...you." she handed it back to him.

"I think Bran was giving us his blessing." Jon had decided to keep the part about being told what to do with the sword to himself for now, he didn't want to worry her.

"Or the Three-Eyed-Raven gave us his blessing. Either way, it was a God or our brother." she sighed.

"Did you see him again in the other life?" Jon asked, Sansa shook her head.

"I was supposed to be meeting him at Riverrun, but I got... I killed myself." she remembered.

Jon wrapped his arms around her. "Go do what you do best. Organise everyone and bark orders at them. I'll have a bath and then we can feast with the ever growing number of guests. Tonight we can spend the night in bed in each others arms and tomorrow I will find out what Bran wanted me to know about my family." he kissed her on the head. "Oh, I forgot to say, I love you and I missed you."

"I love you too, and I missed you... a little bit." she lowered her eyes.

The feast had been small, although there was drinking and dancing, Jon retired early. As much as he wanted to share Sansa's bed, she had told him he needed to know about his family, the truth of his parents; and he needed to avoid being found in a compromising position in the Godswood. Therefore he set off in the early hours before dawn to search for answers. Why Jon needed to know, he wasn't sure, but the Three-Eyed-Raven wanted him to embrace his Targaryen lineage, so he felt he had no choice but to obey.

Ghost and Brienne were charged with protecting the Godswood from prying eyes, only Sansa and Ser Davos would be allowed in to check on him. With him he took the paste and was wrapped in more layers of fur than usual; looking more akin to the clothes of the Freefolk than that of the King, but Jon didn't care. After all he was a practical man and he had no idea how long he was going to be outside. Once he reached the tree, he sat on the stump next to it. He pulled out the paste which Bran had given to him and took a mouthful. At first it was disgusting; the taste was metallic and reminded him of blood, he thought he was going to be sick. But as he began to swallow, the flavour changed into something which resembled almonds, and was in fact absolutely delicious. Once he'd finally swallowed it, he placed his hand on the mouth of the face of the weirwood tree. Immediately he felt a pull, the world went dark as his body was dragged inside the tree trunk and into the roots. Jon became dizzy, so he closed his eyes as the world spun all around him for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only seconds, then it slowed and he was finally stood on solid ground.

When Jon opened his eyes, he was no longer wearing the furs he'd set out in. instead he wore black breeches, a black and burgundy silk gambeson and a black cape, fastened with a silver clasp, in the shape of a dragon.

"Aegon." an unfamiliar woman's voice sounded from behind him. Jon turned around and took in the room and the two people in it.

The first thing Jon noticed was the map table in the middle of the room. He had become so familiar with the table that he hadn't taken in the unfamiliar room in which he stood. The walls were black and one had a dragon carved into the stone. A large window on one side of the room opened out to an incredible view of the sea. Jon knew he was on Dragonstone. The other two people in the room was a man and a woman, both with silver-white hair and purple eyes. The man was handsome and slightly rugged looking, clean shaven, shoulder length hair and a square jaw. The woman was beautiful; slender but curvaceous, large lips, her hair was braided in a simple style, much like what Sansa would wear.

Aegon unsheathed a dagger, one which Jon immediately recognised to be the one Littlefinger had told Catelyn Stark, was used by Tyrion on the attempt on Bran's life. "Rhaenys, last night I had a dream, it was a dragon dream to be sure." Aegon said, the language was unfamiliar, yet Jon seemed to understand it as if he spoke it fluently.

"What did it foresee?" Rhaenys asked as Aegon took her to the fire burning in the hearth. Out of curiosity, Jon followed.

"I saw the end of the world of men." Aegon frowned. "It will begin with a terrible winter, winds and snow gusting out of the distant North. From the lands over there." Aegon pointed out of the window. "I saw absolute darkness riding on those winds and blue-eyed monsters of death who dwell from within. They will destroy the world of the living…"

Rhaenys looked terrified. "Can it be stopped?" she asked.

Aegon rubbed her arm, smiled and nodded. He placed the blade into the fire and Jon saw words on the blade appear. "This morning, these words appeared on my dagger." he said as Jon studied the foreign looking text, which he strangely understood.

From my blood come the prince that was promised and his will be the song of ice and fire. It read.

"I must conquer the lands across the sea, I must rule, for it will be one of mine own who can save the living." he told her as a deafening screech pierced the air and the room darkened. Outside a large black dragon flew past the window and breathed an enormous stream of fire. Jon should have been afraid, for this was Balerion the Black Dread, yet he held no fear, for the dragon was long dead and these were merely memories of events of old.

Suddenly Jon seemed to be in a whirlwind of visions, although they seemed to fly by in mere seconds, he was able to see and hear everything which happened. He watched Aegon and his sisters conquer Westeros as if he were there with them. But it was not just Aegon conquering Westeros, he saw every King, every decision, every war, he even met every dragon. Time flew by, he should have been there hundreds of years, but he knew it was hours at the most. Every face became familiar, their voices, mannerisms, even motives. Much of the things he saw were exactly as he had learned from the history books, yet some of the stories had either been exaggerated, or even outright lies. Over the centuries, Westeros had been a bloody land.

Once they reached the reign of King Aerys the second and his father, prince Rhaegar, the speed seemed to slow a little, giving Jon not just time to see and hear what was taking place, but to look and learn, to get to know the man who sired him. Jon was surprised to find that despite his general Stark appearance, his facial features were more like Rhaegar's than Ned's. However it wasn't the similarity in his appearance which surprised Jon, it was his personality and mannerisms which were eerily almost identical. They even shared the same voice, albeit the accent was different. Jon realised he was a dark haired version of Rhaegar Targaryen.

The stories he had been told of his mother were few and far between. She was said to have the look of Arya, she was wild and beautiful, and captured the heart of the prince. When Jon first saw her, from a distance she did have a similar look to Arya. Yet Jon saw the huge differences. Lyanna may have had a wild streak, but she was still a Lady. She wore breeches as well as Arya, but seemed to know how to become as refined and polished a Lady as Sansa. Jon had her colouring, for she had the Stark colouring, dark hair and grey eyes. Jon's heart broke when he realised how young she had been when she had died birthing him. What had possessed Rhaegar to kidnap such a young woman?

A tangled wed of duplicitous plots, double crossing, lies, deceit and backstabbing (for Aerys that turned out to be literal). Rhaegar hadn't kidnapped Lyanna, he'd been trying to save her life from the King, who had discovered she was the Knight of the Laughing Tree and wanted her dead, courtesy of Littlefinger. Rhaegar told Hoster Tully and Jon Arryn of their plans to keep Lyanna away from the King's men by travelling south, as going north was not an option. After all, Lord Tully and Lord Arryn were meant to be allies of Rhaegar; but it turned out they were plotting against the entire Targaryen family, alongside Tywin Lannister. The Stark's were not involved in the plotting, which allowed for the lies to be woven and thus war ensued on the basis of a misunderstanding. Of course, whilst Rhaegar and Lyanna were in hiding, they fell in love, Rhaegar set Elia aside and married Lyanna, who was soon pregnant with Jon. Rhaegar sent Lyanna to Dorne and fought long and hard in Robert's Rebellion, only to die at the trident before Jon was even born.

Eventually, Jon found himself in the sandy deserts of Dorne, where he discovered a distraught Ned at the Tower of Joy, just after his mother had given birth. This was when it became too much for Jon; who broke down and cried, watching on while the young girl who was his mother, made the man he had always called father, promise to keep him safe. She named him Aegon Targaryen and handed him to Ned, before dying in a bed of blood.

Finally, Jon met his uncle Viserys, a cruel man, and his aunt Daenerys. At first she seemed like a victim, but when the dragons were born, she changed. She grew into a confident woman, beautiful and strong. Jon could understand why, in another lifetime, he fell in love with her. But he spotted the cruel streaks in her. She claimed to be in favour of justice, but she made up her own mind what justice was and how it suited her. Jon now understood what Sansa saw and Jon must have missed. A woman who claimed to be helping the people, but was in fact a conqueror. She was able to help those out of slavery, yet chose the Dothraki to be her army. The woman was a mass of contradictions and he could see all of the same traits which sent Aerys mad, appearing in his daughter.

The most interesting situation came about when he was watching Daenerys. When he was around her dragons and she wasn't looking, they approached him, all three of them. They nudged him, looking for affection, in much the same manner as Ghost. This was the only time he was able to interact during the entire experience, and it was with three living dragons. This happened all throughout the visions, from being tiny, all the way to Daenerys leaving Meereen. Jon was now fully acquainted with all three dragons, he even knew how to control them. One time when Drogon had disappeared, he found himself on the back of the dragon, flying through the air. The creature knew he was there and responded to his commands. As terrifying as it was, flying on dragonback, was the most exhilarating experience of his life. Sadly it ended all too quickly.

Suddenly Jon was back in the Godswood, it was dark and Jon wasn't even cold. He stood up, expecting to feel stiff from being outside for probably a day, but it was as if he'd been no longer than a few minutes. He made his way to the entrance, Ghost turned his head and made his way to Jon, nudging his hand, so Jon tickled him behind the ears.

Brienne noticed his presence. "Your grace, can I help you?" she asked.

"How long have I been in the Godswood?" Jon frowned.

"Around ten minutes or so I would say." Brienne told him. "Is there anything you would like me to get you before you...pray." she said cryptically, for Brienne knew the real reason Jon was there.

"I have finished praying." Jon told her, confused. "I thought I'd been gone at least a day."

"What did you see?" Brienne asked.

"My family." Jon replied. "All three hundred years of them."

Brienne nodded, seemingly unfazed. "Then it would probably be an idea to let you return to your chambers and get some sleep, or maybe reflect on your...prayers." she smiled.

Jon had freed up the entire day, expecting to be in the Godswood for some time. Instead he was alone in his chambers, trying to come to terms with everything he'd learned. Apart from Bran, Jon was now the first and foremost expert on the Targaryen dynasty as he had seen and experienced everything. He knew his parents, whose story was completely different to the one told by the songs. The war had been built on a lie, caused by a series of silly mistakes and dubious morals. He wept for those family members he'd lost, including his real half-siblings and their mother. The tragedy of their death and how they died was so hideous, it had made Jon vomit. Jon hadn't had time to truly get to know his parent, being unable to interact had given him some sort of detachment. But at least he liked them and felt like he knew them. The man he wept for most of all was Ned. Seeing the younger version of the man once more, was heartbreaking. Even seeing a young Catelyn Stark had saddened him, but Ned was the hardest. This was why, for the first two hours, he sat alone in his chambers weeping at all that had been lost.

A knock at the door pulled Jon from his brooding. Before he could answer, Sansa's voice came from the other side. "Jon, it's me. You don't have to let me in if you don't want to. But I can be there for you if you need me." Jon got up and opened the door, letting her in, closing and locking it behind them. Sansa took one look at the dried tears on his face and wrapped her arms around him. "Gods, Jon. Was it that bad? I'm here for you." she led him to the chair in front of the fire, which she poked as it had died down. "What happened? What did you see?"

"Everything." Jon told her. "Everything from Aegon's Landing to me being born. I saw father, Ned. And your mother. Sansa took his hand and held it tightly, tears forming in her eyes. How could he tell her that her grandfather had played such a role in the death of Rickard and Brandon Stark. He decided that was a conversation for another time. "I even saw Daenerys and her dragons. You are right about her. But now I know her better than you." he laughed without humour. "I can ride the dragons, I can control all three." he lowered his eyes.

Sansa looked at him in shock. "You could control Rhaegal before, and Drogon refused to kill you. I wonder if they are linked to you like Ghost is. Daenerys could only ride Drogon, do you think you could ride all three?"

"I don't know. But I'm fairly certain I can ride two of them." he replied.

"Daenerys may have the dragons now, but that does not mean they are loyal to her." Sansa smiled.

"Mayhaps." Jon agreed. "Although it does seem that she commands loyalty, no matter what. She has that way about her. I can see why the other me fell in love with her. On the surface she's beautiful and charming..." Jon started, but when he saw Sansa's face, he realised he shouldn't have been quite so honest with her. "But underneath she is no better than her father." he insisted, but the damage was done. Sansa was already insecure about Daenerys, and he'd just made it a hundred times worse.