Dragon dreams and dogs which bark but don't bite.
Jon
When Jon walked into the solar, he saw Sansa sat with the Hound. For some reason, and he couldn't fathom why, they had a comfortable stillness between them, a flare of jealousy burned up inside him. He walked straight over to Sansa and bent down, kissing her on the lips possessively before standing up and looking at the Hound, making sure the man knew Sansa was his.
"Hound, I'd like you to meet my husband, King Aegon Targaryen, although most people know him as Jon Snow." Sansa introduced them.
"How the fuck did Robert not notice you?" Sandor looked surprised, clearly noticing he had a resemblance to his real father.
"Probably because he never bothered to look." he shrugged, holding his hand out. "We were never introduced when you visited us at Winterfell with King Robert."
"I wonder why." Sandor looked at him carefully. "How the fuck could you beat Brienne of fucking Tarth and the Blackfish?"
"And a whitewalker, and a Thenn." Sansa added.
"What's a fucking whitew..." Sandor stopped, his eyes widening. "You've fought them." it wasn't a question.
"Aye. I killed one, but we lost. Thousands of Freefolk were slaughtered and added to his army." Jon nodded.
"Is that why they killed you?" Sandor asked. "For not saving enough men?"
Jon shook his head. "The Night's Watch didn't want me to save any of them. So they murdered me." deciding it was wise for the Hound to know what had happened to him, he pulled his tunic up, revealing the fatal stab wounds on his bare chest.
"The red god brought you back too?" Sandor asked.
Sansa looked up to Jon. "Thoros has brought Beric back, what is it? Six or seven times?" she turned back to Sandor.
"I've no idea. Too fucking many if you ask me." he shook his head. "Beric I don't get. But you..." he stopped and suddenly the Hound's eyes drifted to the flames and then back to Jon and Sansa. Something in his face and body language changed, Jon knew he was about to go on the attack. Quickly, Jon unsheathed Dark Sister and pointed it at his throat before Clegane had even unsheathed his own blade.
"What's going on?" Sansa stood between them.
"This cunt is going to try to kill you with that fucking sword." the Hound snarled.
"How do you know?" Sansa asked.
"I saw it in the flames." Sandor admitted, looking almost as uncomfortable as both Jon felt. From the expression on the face of the Hound, he hoped he hadn't witnessed more than Jon stabbing Sansa in the heart with the sword.
Jon lowered the blade slightly. "Touch the flat of the blade." Jon told him. "Although I'd only use the tip of your finger if I were you." he warned as Sandor looked at Sansa, who nodded.
The blade was always hot and Jon knew it, so when Sandor touched the blade and immediately withdrew his finger, he knew the man had felt the heat of the sword. "It happened on our wedding night." Sansa explained. "I was dying. Dark Sister saved me." she added.
"Dark Sister?" Sandor asked, looking at the sword in shock, so Jon showed him the sword properly by lying it across his hands in front of the tall man. Despite feeling the heat, it didn't hurt Jon to touch the blade. The Hound looked up at Jon. "You're him aren't you? The one the red god followers go on about." Jon frowned at him and then it dawned on him what Clegane was talking about.
"Melisandre mentioned the Prince that was Promised." Jon nodded.
"Aye, something like that." Sandor said. "I think you need to talk to Thoros of Myr. That's if he's not passed out. He's usually pissed on rum."
"Does it matter?" Jon asked. "It's a name and a title I don't want."
"I'll keep it to meself." Sandor nodded. "Anyways, we want to go to the wall. Them dead fuckers are on their way to the castle near the sea."
"Eastwatch or Westwatch, we need the map." Jon nodded, looking at Sansa. "We'll call a council meeting."
"Ask Beric and Thoros to join." Sandor told them. "Thoros is usually pissed and Beric talks out of his arse, but they want to help kill the dead fuckers."
Jon nodded, turning to Sansa. "Good job we postponed the hunting trip by a day." he dropped Dark Sister completely and slipped it back into its scabbard.
"What'ya hunting?" Clegane asked.
"Dragons." Jon replied. "Can you read?" he asked.
"I'm not some dumb fucker." Sandor rolled his eyes.
"Let him read the parchments." Jon told Sansa. "If he's seeing visions in the flames, he'll understand your green dreams. I'll go and gather the others. Ghost." he called out, the direwolf walked into the room looking groggy. He'd been asleep in front of the fire while Jon had been looking for Rhaegal. The face of the Hound was a picture at the sight of Ghost, who was up to Jon's chest. Sansa might be comfortable in the presence of the Hound, but Jon wasn't happy to leave her alone with him. Jon wasn't blind, he could see the way the man looked at his wife, and he didn't like it. Ghost lay in front of the fire, next to Sansa's chair, a show of dominance on Jon's part. He wrapped his arm around Sansa's waist and pulled her in and kissed her. "I'll go and get the others. You show him the parchments."
Sansa smiled and nodded. "I will." She kissed him back and went over to the desk to pull the papers out.
Jon gave one last look to Sandor and left them to gather the others. "The map room, twenty minutes." he added, before leaving them alone together.
The meeting started as planned. The only people who were needed were gathered; Edd, Jaime, Blackfish, Davos, Sandor, Beric, Thoros, Sansa and himself. They gathered around the painted table in the ornate chairs which Davos had brought back from Dragonstone, while the hearth warmed the room and gave it a cosy glow. As king and being the former lord commander of the nights watch, he was the one taking charge, with Edd being his second. As such Jon stood next to Eastwatch and Edd stood next to Westwatch.
"Clegane, you say you saw the wall with the castle, which one?" Jon asked.
The Hound looked at the map. "That one." He pointed to Westwatch. "There's a mountain that looks like an arrowhead behind it. The dead cunt and his dead army are there."
Jon looked at Edd. " They're regrouping." He said and Edd nodded.
"That means they only took a few of their fuckers to Hardhome. Mind, they made a few new ones there." Edd sighed.
"Are they moving west?" Jon asked.
"Why would they do that?" Beric frowned.
"The Three-Eyed-Raven has left to go to Bear Island." Sansa told them. "He was marked by their leader."
"If he'd have crossed through the wall, he'd have broken the spells which protect it." Jon added.
Blackfish looked at the map. "Can they freeze water?" he asked.
"I hope not." Jon sighed.
"And if they can?" Beric asked.
"Then they can get around the wall." Jon admitted.
"So Bran isn't entirely safe." Sansa sighed. Jon shook his head. He hadn't considered that the Night's King might actually freeze the entire Bay of Ice.
"We'll need fire, and lots of it." Thoros told him.
"On both sides." Jaime said. "If the army is large enough, they'll split it into two. Skane is closer than Bear Island. They might try to see if they can freeze the sea there first."
"How many men to guard the wall?" Davos asked.
Jon and Edd looked at each other. "It depends." Jon said. ""If we have an even amount of men at each castle..." he pointed towards each castle on the map. "Say maybe two hundred and fifty each." he started doing the mental calculations. "At least four and a half thousand. But, it would be impossible to man all of the castles. Most can be restored to become habitable, but some are beyond repair."
"Most castles can easily hold five hundred men." Edd added. "Castle Black can house up to a thousand, although the latrines can get a bit smelly." he looked over to Sansa. "Sorry your grace."
Sansa shook her head. "No need. These are important considerations."
"I can only offer the one thousand right now. If you are to take the Iron Throne, then you'll have more men under your command." Jaime told them.
"What about the Tyrell's?" Davos asked.
"We'll need them for the south." Jon frowned.
"I'm glad I've only got the Watch to think about." Edd turned to Jon. "You've got the north and the south to worry over. You're fucked!"
"How many are manning the wall?" Beric asked.
"Right now, including the Freefolk..." Jon tried to think.
"About five hundred." Edd chimed in.
"A thousand Lannister soldiers. Gives us fifteen hundred men. How many garrisons can be opened?" Jaime asked.
Jon and Edd looked at the map, each pointing to the castles, nodding and shaking their heads in agreement on each one. "Thirteen." Jon replied. "Castle Black and the ones closer to the sea will need to house more men."
"Castle Black, Eastwatch and Shadow Tower are already manned." Edd told them.
"We could put five hundred men at each of these three." Jon tried to work out how to split the men up. "Greenguard and Westwatch will need a hundred and seventy five, the others can each have fifty. That should be enough to get the castles up and running by the time we've got the men to fill them."
"What about your red witch?" Blackfish asked. "Can she make fire?" he turned to Thoros. "You?"
Thoros shrugged. "Some. Not enough to melt the sea."
Sandor frowned. "Dragons." he said. "You said you were hunting dragons."
"The can't pass the wall, not unless the spells are broken." Jon told them.
"You don't need to pass the fucking wall. Just keep melting the sea. She's got three. Ask her." Sandor suggested.
Jon and Sansa both shook their heads. "She's a conqueror, Jon is a threat to her. He has a better claim and is more popular than she is." Sansa started.
"But she has dragons." Beric shrugged.
"Not all of them." Jon said. "Rhaegal is my dragon. I can sense it."
"Alright, two fucking dragons. That is one sea we can melt." Sandor rolled his eyes.
Jon looked at Sansa. "Viserion." he was nervous. Sansa had told him the Night King had killed Viserion before, the death of two of Daenerys dragons had been part of her madness. Stealing them would likely send her north to burn down Winterfell. "Rhaegal might respond to my command without me riding him. I might have to try and mount Viserion." he said.
Sansa stood straight. "Take all three, show her what you can do. If our armies are stronger than hers and you can take her dragons, she has nothing. Send her back to Slavers Bay. Let her finish what she started there. Let her take Drogon, but make it clear she has him because you allow it." Jon nodded, there was no way around it. Stealing all three dragons was his only option. The hunt needed to start after the meeting.
"And the wall?" Edd asked.
"You take central command. The Hound can take the eastern flank, and Blackfish the western flank. Both reporting to you." Jon told him.
"I'm no Commander of fucking armies." Sandor shook his head and nodded to Beric. "He is."
"Ser Beric?" Jon asked. "Do you want to command the eastern section of the wall?"
Beric smiled. "It was what we came north for."
Jon looked to Sansa. "I'll start the hunt tonight. We can officially leave tomorrow. Will you watch over me?" he asked.
Sansa smiled sadly and nodded. "Be careful." she said.
Jon and Sansa returned to their chambers alone. He didn't want to hunt a dragon, he wanted to take Sansa to bed and spend all night inside her, however it was the time of her moon blood, and although it didn't bother him, she wasn't comfortable making love while she bled. Sansa picked up her embroidery to give her something to do while watching him.
"How long?" she asked.
"Give me an hour or so. I'll go to Rhaegal first, find out what is going on. Then try Viserion, see if he's in the mood to talk." Jon sighed, Viserion was grumpy and brooding. "Then I'll see if Drogon is around and try him." he lay down on the bed and took Sansa's hand, kissing the back of it. "Wish me luck."
"I love you." she kissed him chastely on the lips. "Now prepare to steal some dragons."
Jon lay back on the furs and stared up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes and thought of Rhaegal, and suddenly he was with the dragon who was curled up in his usual spot. Next to him Viserion was asleep and Drogon was returning from the other side of the island with a dead animal in his claws.
Drogon got back with mother and small man. Rhaegal explained. Jon knew he meant Tyrion and Daenerys had returned from his wedding. Mother angry, she wanted wolf man but small man says no. Wolf man has mate.
"He does have a mate." Jon agreed. "I am the wolf man."
No you are dragon brother. You are like us.
"Only with you." Jon told him.
Viserion and Drogon too.
This was an interesting turn. It seemed Rhaegal believed Jon could reach out to the other dragons like he could with Rhaegal. "Am I like your mother?" he asked.
Mother can't ride us all. She can't talk to us. Dragons leave mother. Dragons need brother.
"Even Drogon?" Jon asked. "Viserion doesn't seem to like me very much."
Viserion always bad mood, always. He likes you.
"I haven't spoken to Drogon." Jon was a little unsure.
Go to Drogon. I want to feed.
Drogon had finished eating the charred goat, the bones were scattered around him. He looked at Rhaegal inquisitively, or so it appeared to Jon. Suddenly he felt a strong pull to Drogon, and the next moment he was looking at Rhaegal and Viserion through the eves of the enormous dragon. He could feel the size of its body, which dwarfed that of the other two. Suddenly Rhaegal got up and ran towards the edge of the cliff, spreading his wings and taking to the skies to feed.
Hello brother.
"Are we brothers?" Jon asked.
You are a dragon, you are my brother.
"Why are you bigger than the others two?"
Mother liked me best, she let me free, not my brothers. She was cruel.
"Were you sad?"
We were born together, we are different to other dragons, hurting my brothers makes me sad.
"But you love your mother?" Jon wasn't entirely sure whether it was a question or a statement.
She is my rider. You alpha brother and rider. Brothers cannot hurt brothers, I cannot hurt mother.
Suddenly Jon felt something, Sansa was waking him. "I must go, my mate wants me." Jon had realised the dragons understood what a mate was, so it was wise to refer to Sansa as such.
Mother wanted you.
"I will return." Jon told him.
Come back soon. Mother wants to go to big land and make friends. She still wants you.
"I'll be back soon. You can tell me all about it."
Mother is here. Do you want to stay?
"I'll be back in a minute. I'll just tell my mate." Jon replied.
Jon opened his eyes to the Tully blue of Sansa's, watching on in curiosity. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"I've go to go back. Daenerys and Tyrion are approaching Drogon. I was inside him. I need to stay with him until she leaves." Sansa nodded.
"Go back. Be careful." she warned. "If she's setting off for the Reach..."
Jon too her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. "I will be gone a while." he nodded. "I love you." he closed his eyes and once again was inside the dragon.