Chapter 2
Kingsroad, 298 AC
Jon's Pov
We'd been on the road towards Greywater Watch for two days now. Uncle Benjen told me more stories about my mother when they were growing up in Winterfell. The hijinks they'd gotten up to as children
When we made camp, we spent two hours a day sparring, an hour in the morning before we broke camp, and one in the evening after we made camp for the night.
With no need to push the horses, we covered roughly thirty to thirty-five miles a day. It was roughly 680 to 685 miles from Winterfell to Greywater Watch. At the pace we were traveling, it would take us roughly nineteen possible or more days to reach Greywater Watch.
"We should make camp up ahead. It'll be dark soon." Uncle Benjen commented as we rode along.
"Aye, it will. I might have time for a spot of hunting some sparring as well." Ghost ran alongside us as we rode along Kingsroad. He was growing like a weed, as were the rest of his littermates.
Vhagar snorted, bobbing his head; the bit in his mouth jiggled. I patted the stallion's neck. We rode a few more miles. Uncle Benjen pulled his horse up.
"What's the matter, Uncle Benjen?" I asked. Vhagar grew restless.
"Bandits. Someone is under attack through those trees there." Uncle Benjen pointed to the east of us.
It was then that I heard it. Swords on swords, yelling, and such are coming from the east of us. "Let's go take a look." I unsheathed Dragon's Fury from where it was secured to my saddle. I had Wolf's Bane strapped to my back.
Coming through the trees, it was utter chaos. I paused when I noticed the banners of House Tarly. What were they doing so far north? Vhagar snorted, tossing his head and his blood up in anticipation of the battle.
Ghost charged ahead of us. He was still a pup but big enough to tear a man's throat out. There were hounds among the battling men. It was then that I noticed the banner with a flayed man on it. Boltons. What were they doing this far from the Dreadfort?
Vhagar charged full tilt into the fray. Ghost jumped onto a Bolton soldier, going for his throat. A Bolton soldier went to kill Ghost. I drew back Dragon's Fury. With one clean swing, I took his head.
Uncle Benjen wasn't far behind me. His horse was lagging behind Vhagar a little. Ghost went for his next victim. Someone was hiding under a wheelhouse. Ghost turned his attention to the hounds mauling them.
A crossbow bolt barely missed Vhagar as he reared. I ducked an arrow shot at me by a weasel-faced man. I snarled in anger. Kicking Vhagar into a gallop and going at him
He shot another arrow at me. It grazed the side of my head. I slowed Vhagar dismounting. "Hmm, may I know the name of the man I am about to kill and skin? My hounds shall have a lovely feast tonight."
"You have no hounds. My direwolf just killed the last of them." I drew Wolfsbane from my back scabbard.
"Ah, a Stark then. You must be Lord Stark's bastard, Jon Snow. I've heard of you. That's someone we've got in common, bastard."
Was this possible Ramsay Snow, Lord Roose Bolton's bastard son? His reputation was well-known in the North. Lord Bolton's only son, Domeric, had died under mysterious circumstances.
"You are a confident bastard in your ability to wield two swords. Maybe you are that good, or maybe not. There's only one way to find out." The Bolton bastard drew his sword.
One of us would walk away alive from this. I was confident in my skill with a blade. I'd had a good teacher in Ser Rodrik. The grizzly old master of arms had said I was natural with a blade.
The Bolton bastard slashed at me from the right. I parried with Wolfsbane, kicking him back. We traded blow for blow. Ramsay seemed to rely on brutal strength behind each swing of his sword, with every little footwork.
We danced around each other for a while. Ramsay slashed at me from the left. Block his sword swing. I drove Wolfsbane deep into Ramsay's chest. "Guess you bested me, Snow." He uttered it as I withdrew Wolfsbane.
The Bolton bastard snuck to his knees, wounded but not dead. I took his head with one clean swing. The mad dog Ramsay Snow's head rolled for a few meters before stopping.
The last of the Bolton soldiers were cut down. The Tarly soldiers had suffered heavy casualties.
"You have our thanks for coming to our rescue." One of the Tarly soldiers addressed us.
"Not a problem. I'm Benjen Stark; that's my nephew, Jon Snow. You're a long way from Horn Hill; what brings you this far north?"
"We're escorting Master Samwell Tarly to the Wall. He's taking the Black." That Tarly Soldier answered.
"And the other men were recruits for the Wall. Seeing as one of the dead men is Yoren, he's the recruiter for the Watch. A good man to have your back." Uncle Benjen nodded to the dead man named Yoren.
"They are"
"Samwell Tarly. Isn't that Lord Tarly's eldest son and heir? Why would he join the watch?" I asked, confused as to why a firstborn Lord's son would take the black.
"It was more Lord Tarly's wish than Lord Samwell's. There wasn't any sense in arguing with his lordship. Lord Samwell, it's safe to come out." A man about my age crawled from under the wheelhouse; he was on the large side.
"Are they dead?"
"The men who attacked us," Samwell nodded.
"Aye, they're quite dead. As is their leader." I wiped the blood off my sword. Resheafing Wolfsbane on my back.
"I'm Edd; that's Pyp and Grenn."
"Edd, Pyp Grenn I'm Jon; that's my uncle Benjen." I introduced myself and Uncle Benjen to Edd, Grenn, and Pyp.
Dragon Dreams: Jon, Dany, and Rhaenys
Rhaenys knelt on the bed on all fours. She grasped the blankets below her. Her aunt and lover, Dany, knelt behind her. Eating out and fingering Rhae's cunt. She moaned lowly as Dany worked her skillful fingers with that sinful tongue on her cunt.
The door to the bed chamber opened. Their mystery lover stepped into the room. "You start without me," He smirked.
Rhaenys whined as Dany withdrew her fingers. Her attention now on their lover. He was tall, about 6'4. Dany and the mystery lover kissed.
Rhae's eyes zeroed in on the impressive-sized bugle of his cock in his pants. Rhaneys's hands moved to the top of his trousers, working on his sword belt and then his other belt. Dany helped Rhae remove his pants.
Pulling them down to reveal his massive-sized cock. He had to be at least twelve inches as thick as she and Dany's forearms. Rhae licked her lips, eyeing the massive cock like a wolf did its prey.
Both she and Dany worked on his cock together. Dany sucked on his cock, Rhae worked on his balls. Taking one ball in her mouth at a time and sucking on them.
"That's enough for now." He pulled away from them. Climbing onto the bed and sitting back against the headboard.
Rhaeyns straddled his hips. She rubbed the head of his cock through the sopping-wet folds of her cunt. She sank down on him inch by inch until he was fully inside her. Fucking hells it felt like his big dick was splitting her in two. She'd never felt so full of cock before.
He placed his large, well-worn callus hands on her hips. Bouncing her roughly up and down on his massive cock. Rhaenys braced her hands against his shoulders as she bounced up and down on his twelve-inch cock. His balls slapped against her pussy as he fucked up into her harder with each stroke.
Dany was beside them, fingering her own pussy as Rhae and their mystery lover fucked. She came hard around his cock. He fucked her through it.
Rhaeyns got off with him with shaky legs. Dany took her turn riding his massive cock. Rhae knelt between his legs. Licking and sucking his balls as he fucked Dany on his massive cock.
Dany came all over his cock from him just fucking her. Lifting Dany off his still-hard cock, he turned to Rhaeyns.
"On all fours, I'll take you like a wolf takes his bitch." He slapped her on the ass.
Rhaenys got onto all four like he asked. Dany crawled under Rhaenys. Her cunt was near Rhaeny's head, and her cunt was above Dany's head. He slammed into her with one powerful stroke. Pounding into her hard and fast from behind
They changed positions again. Rhaneys was on her back, her legs resting against his shoulder. Dany riding her face as their lover fucked Rhaenys,
She cummed all over his cock for the second time. He slammed into her three times as he cummed inside her. His seed coated the inside of her womb. He withdrew his softening cock.
"Fuck each other. I'm not done with you two yet." He sat back on his haunches.
They rubbed their cunts together. Their lover sat behind them, fisting his cock as he watched them fuck one another. His footlong cock was at full mast hard and ready for another round of fucking.
He grabbed a bottle of oil. Dany got onto all fours, working Rhaenys's cunt. He got her ass ready for him to fuck her there. His long fingers worked both her ass and her cunt, preparing her for him to fuck her in the ass.
His cock stretched her hole until he was fully inside her. He started gently fucking her until she was ready for him to fuck her a bit harder. He fucked Dany in the ass while Dany ate out Rhae's cunt. Rhae played and squeezed her tits as her aunt worked her cunt with her tongue and fingers.
They fucked for most of the night. He cum in Dany's ass and pussy. Rhaenys was fucked in the ass too. Bouncing up and down on his cock till he came in her ass.
Rhaenys woke her legs slick and damp between her legs. The Dragon dream last night—well, it had been a sex dream. It wasn't the first time she dreamed of this mystery lover. He was tall and dark, and by the fucking Gods was he handsome, and from the Northern Part of Westeros.
Daenerys had woken much the same as her niece from a very good dream. Sex dream. A fucking good one; it had been last night. Across the Narrow Sea, somewhere in the North, the future King and rightful heir to the throne woke up in a similar state.
Kingsroad, 298 AC
We'd been on the road for roughly two weeks; if all went to plan, we'd reach Greywater Watch in five or five and a half days. The Tarly Soldiers had parted ways with us the day after we had helped them after they were ambushed by Ramsay Snow and his mad dogs.
Grenn, Pyp, Edd, and Samwell had stayed with us as we made our way south to Greywater Watch. On the journey south, I took the time to teach them to fight with a sword. Grenn, Pyp, and Edd took to it more easily than Samwell did.
We worked for two hours a day, sparring. Three of them were making good progress. Sam would take some time to get good with a blade.
The sun was starting to sink low as we made camp for the night.
We sat laughing and joking around the campfire. I'd become good friends with all four of them.
Uncle Benjen was humming a song I'd heard my mother singing to me in my dreams when I was younger.
"What's the song, Uncle Benjen, the one you're humming?" I asked, biting off some meat.
"Something our mother used to sing to us when we were children. To get us to sleep. Your mother would sing it to me after our mother died."
"I thought you were Lord Stark's bastard son, Jon."
"My uncle took me in as his bastard to protect me after my mother, Lyanna Stark, died giving birth to me. My real name is Daemon Targaryen, rightful heir and king of the Iron Throne," I answered. There was no sense in lying to them any longer.
"What?" They all looked at me in shock.
"It's the truth, lads." Uncle Benjen backed me up.
"Fucking hells you're the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms," Edd swore.
Illyrio Mopatis's Manse, Pentose Essos 298 AC,
Rhaegar was awakened in the middle of the night. He was roused from his bed at an ungodly hour for some reason. Illyrio had someone wake him for some reason. Following, the man sent to rouse him.
Coming into the room. Illyrio was there, as was Jon; something had to be drastically wrong for both men to be awake at this hour.
"Jon Illyrio, what's the meaning of this?" Rhaegar questioned.
"We have a spy among us. My King. Ser. Jorah Moromont A friend caught him corresponding with Lord Varys, the Spider." Fucking hells.
"Did he give any information away?" Rheagar asked.
"Not that we know of. This friend also has information for you, my king. News from Westores: You may be eager to hear."
"I want to meet him. Jon sent him in." Rhaegar took a seat.
Two guards opened the door as the hooded stranger walked in.
"Remove your hood in the presence of his grace, the King," Jon ordered.
"My Prince. It has been some time, old friend." The stranger removed his hood, standing up.
"Arthur. Arthur Dayne, how is this possible? We all thought you were dead." Rhaegar would have fallen down if he hadn't been sitting down already.
"I never died, Rhaegar. I came close. I would have been dead if not for Howland Reed. He nursed me back to health, hiding me all these years," Arthur explained.
"Why"
"Howland made a promise to Lyanna. Your son still lives. The King," Arthur replied.
"Daemon, where is he?"
"Winterfell was the last I heard. Benjen was going to Winterfell to collect him and bring him to Greywater Watch. Aemon Targaryen is already there. Lord Commander Mormont released him from his vows. He decided to let the old man go be with his family in the last years of his long life." Arthur explained in more detail.
"What of Eddard?"
"He's been named Hand of Useper King. Jon Arryn took ill one night and passed away hours later. There were rumors of possible poisoning at the hands of the Lannisters. But that may be just hearsay," Arthur told Rhaegar of the latest goings on in the Kingdom.
Greywater Watch, the Neck, 298 AC
The last leg of the journey was made by raft across the swamps and marshes surrounding Greywater Watch. The raft docked at a dock. Reed soldiers were waiting for us at the dock.
"Welcome to Greywater Watch. Lord Reed's waiting for us in the keep. We've been sent to escort you."
We mounted our horses, following the Reed Soldiers towards the keep. The keep at Greywater Watch was much smaller than Winterfell. In the courtyard waiting for us were Lord and Lady Reed. His two children, his son, and daughter
An older man, Uncle Benjen, had said he was Aemon. My second great-uncle. He sat in a chair as we rode in. He looked well for a man aged well over a hundred name days.
"Your Grace Greatwater Watch is yours." Lord Reed said as he and those in the courtyard bowed to me.
"Thank you, Lord Reed." I thanked them, dismounting Vhagar.
"Benjen. Is this Daemon?" Aemon turned to Benjen.
"Aye, this is Daemon. Aemon, you second great nephew." Uncle Benjen answered, dismounting his horse.
"Let me look at you, nephew. My eyesight is gone." I kneeled to his level. He placed his well-worn hands on my face.
"What does he look like, Benjen?"
"Tall like his uncle. He takes mostly after his mother. He has his father's eyes, cheeks, and nose." Benjen described me to Aemon, who turned out to be blind.
"You will be a good king, Daemon. You will bring our house back to its former glory. But before peace can be had, there will be troubled times ahead. People you care about will die. Blood will be spilled.
The pact of Ice and Fire has been forged. You will bring the dawn against the Long Night. Are you familiar with the Long Night Daemon?"
"I've been told stories of the Long Night Uncle. A deserter we executed was muttering about White Walkers." I answered.
"If it is true, then the Long Night will be upon us. And if the kingdom doesn't unite against the Night King, all will be lost. This Winter will last for all eternity. You are one of three heads of the dragon.
There was a prophecy handed down for generations of our family until the Dance of the Dragons. The dragons must have three heads. The son of fire and ice will bring the dawn. The prince that was promised
He may not do this alone. For he will have his two brides fight side by side with him like Aegon and his sisters did. I have a feeling dragons will return to the World Daemon."