Robb Stark

Winterfell, 299AC

There were no words that would sum up everything that had happened. But there was one thing that was certain. The world as they all knew it, was going to go up in ashes at some point. It was a known fact not to anger either a Targaryen or a Stark, so who knows what the result would be to anger a mixture of both. Dragons are known for their destruction but also for their greatness, wolves are known for a quiet nature but a vicious temper. Yet here was Jon sitting on his bed with his white direwolf curled at the bottom of the furniture whilst two dragons were perched on his shoulders. Deep down, ever since his father had told him the truth, Robb had a shred of hope that it wasn't true. He desperately wanted to go back to when the pack was all together and Jon was still his brother. Or was it Jaeron?

That was his birth name, the documents proving this. It was a name he had not heard before but it did sound Valyrian. Everyone would've expected that if Rhaegar ever did have another child he would name it Visenya considering he had named his other children after the original three monarchs. But Jaeron wasn't a girl, but surely he would've named him with a name beginning with V? Perhaps he hadn't been named by Rhaegar and had been named solely by Lyanna. This was something he would never get an answer to as it wasn't in the letter that his cousin had let him read after he had unless his aunt had disclosed this information to Ned. Catelyn was still sheet white as she eyed the tiny creatures perched on her nephew's shoulders, something Robb was sure he also was but the younger wasn't saying anything regarding it. He himself looked terrified of what had happened.

"You really are a dragonwolf aren't you cousin?"

Even now, weeks later, calling him cousin didn't sit right with him. He looked up and stared at him, but the second Robb's eyes landed on his, he jumped back in shock. Before, his eyes had been steel grey and only in some lighting they appeared lilac. Yet now, they were straight up purple. There would be no hiding it now.

"Robb?"

He asked him curiously what it was that took him by surprise, fully expecting it to be one of the dragons.

"Jon, your eyes! They're purple!"

His own eyes widened as he carefully took the dragons off his shoulders who both immediately began whining at this, clearly wanting to be with him. He walked over to a mirror and took in his appearance. He could only gulp when he realised his cousin was telling the truth. There was still a thin ring of lilac there, but instead of the steel grey they typically were apart from this they were now a bright purple.

"We need to send a letter to Ned, now."

Both boys nodded at Catelyn's words as she stood up and left the room. The dragons began flapping their wings but due to how young they were, they were unable to fly just yet. They wouldn't be able to for a few weeks, and it would be years before they would be large enough to cause damage. Robb doubted he would ever use them to cause damage unless he had no choice but to do so, and even then he would look for ways out of it. For him, it would be an absolute last resort. The older carefully sat down on the bed where Jon joined him soon after, the silver one immediately clambering back to him. The blue one- Lyrax- was a bit more curious and her gaze met Robb's. Hesitantly, he held his hand out in case she came over to him. She chirped a few times before hissing in fear, but she did go over to him to sniff him. Her scales were warm, but not to a painful amount. The scales were hard to the touch, but now that he was looking at her closely, noticed she wasn't wholly the one colour. There were flecks of grey in there as well, but it was very minimal.

"I can't stay here, can I?"

The words came out of the youngers mouth almost broken, clearly terrified of the implications this was going to cause. Initially, the older opened his mouth to assure him he could stay here, but then he thought on it. It would be almost impossible to hide two dragons in Winterfell. Yes, the castle was large and the crypts weaving a massive maze underneath. That would be the best place to keep them, but there's no saying just how large they will grow. Then there was the change in eye colour. A feature that was strictly to those with Valyrian ancestry apart from only a few families. All but one being known. They could've gone by the bastard story Catelyn came up with, but that would not explain the fact they were grey beforehand never mind the small creatures.

"I'll need to go even further into hiding- "

"Jon, Jaeron, whatever the hell your name is. No matter what happens you will always be welcome in Winterfell, and we will do all we can to keep you protected. King Robert will not get his hands on you, neither will the Lannister's. You might be my cousin by blood but you are my brother, nothing is going to change that fact. And when the time comes where you do press on your claim, you can count on us. I will declare for you, and I'm sure father will too."

Jon looked down to his lap to eye the silver dragon he had named after his father. He was chirping in a much sharper tone than his sibling, indicating he was angry at the lack of attention. He stroked his scales and tickled him under the neck for a moment.

"Robb, that means a lot to me, but we don't know what the state of the realm will be when the time comes. I want to wait until these two are at least old enough to inflict fear and awe, which might be years. Well, unless if what Maester Luwin said was correct. He says that if dragons are not kept in captivity and are fed regularly they will grow rapidly and will never stop doing so. That's why Balerion was so large, he had lived to be over two centuries old. Don't declare for me or promise to do so Robb. For all we know we could be allied with the Lannister's at that point if the betrothal goes ahead with Sansa. Yes, we both believe it won't and she will come to her senses, but it's only a feeling. If it goes ahead, we will be tied to the Baratheon's and the Lannister's."

He tightened his lips as he thought his words over. What he said made sense. Yes, they were jokingly planning this morning, but both knew this would not come to fruition unless a miracle of some kind happens. Catelyn soon appeared, but much to the boy's shock, she had Maester Luwin with her.

"He's sworn to the castle, not to Lords, Ladies, Kings, or Queens. We can trust him."

The older man frowned at her words before closing the door behind him. He got his answer soon enough as he eyes what the boys had on their laps. His eyes widened as he promptly dropped to his knees to take them in. No one alive has seen a dragon that is on record, he may be the first person in Westeros to see them in over a century. Both tilted their heads as they eyed him up and down, before running over to him. Luwin wasted no time at all in examining them, the questions Jon had asked him now making sense a few weeks ago. The boy had dragon eggs, and they had hatched. From the ash still on Jon, he knew it was very recently they did so, only in the last few hours.

"How did you hatch them? Only those of the blood of Valyria have successfully done so."

Jon bit his lip before realising his aunt was correct. If they could trust anyone outside of them that was in the castle, it was the Maester.

"Maester, we've not been wholly truthful to you I'm afraid. Jon here, he is not my husband's bastard, he isn't even a bastard. He is the trueborn son of the Lady Lyanna and Prince Rhaegar, they named him Jaeron."

Now this was news. Now that he was looking at the boy intently, he spotted the traits that were common with those who had Valyrian ancestry. Sharp cheekbones that were high on his face, an incredibly thin nose, sharp jawline, and bright purple eyes. He'd never noticed he had purple eyes before, and now he was silently kicking himself at never seeing it beforehand.

"What my aunt says is true, Maester. My father didn't kidnap my mother, she went with him willingly and they were wed on the Isle of Faces in the Riverland's. My father was dead long before I was born, but my mother died in her birthing bed not long after my uncle got there. She made him promise to keep me safe as she had heard what happened to my siblings on Tywin Lannister's orders. He was aware that my mother wanted to break off the betrothal, she left me numerous letters confirming everything, and Princess Elia approved of the match. Everything was worked out- "

"But King Robert took her rejection as insult and refuse to believe her."

Everyone in the room nodded at this. He let out a long steady breath as this all sunk in. This was going to change history as they knew it. Most people assumed there was something big going on behind the scenes, himself being aware too but due to his chains and vows, he could not do anything about it. When he was studying in the Citadel, he had lost count that magic was barbaric and the only true knowledge there was, was in fact, in the span of a couple of days. Most Maester's hated the idea of magic, as it weakened their position. He'd saw the scrolls that were supposed to be hidden when he was curious, of how there may have been more to the dragons dying out than first thought. He remembered being openly shunned when he announced he wanted to go for a Valyrian steel link- the one that signified study in magic. It was only him and one other acolyte who had shown interest in it, the other leaving a couple of months in. The dragons were now right in front of him and he examined them closely, a small part of him being a giddy toddler at seeing such magnificent creatures up close. They were small, not much larger than a ten-week-old kitten, but he knew they would grow exponentially.

"I won't be able to stay in Winterfell; this cannot get out right now. If it did, it will completely tear the realm apart and end in its worst state yet. I have two uncles at the wall, I'm thinking of going there. No one can talk due to their vows- "

"You are not going to the wall, Jon. If you go, you'll be singled out as you cannot take vows. And people come and go frequently with recruits who aren't sworn in. One of them could see you, see your features, see the dragons, and they could talk. No, we need to send you somewhere very few people have access to, somewhere that is notorious due to its people's isolationist tendencies."

He frowned at his aunt's words, the truth of them ringing in his ears. He wanted to see Aemon and to show him the eggs he had gifted him had hatched, he wanted him to feel dragon scales under his touch. He was a Targaryen after all, he deserved to witness this. It's a shame he'll never be able to set his eyes upon them though. But where would he go? What did she mean by her words? The other two were looking to her curiously, and she simply gulped.

"Jon, there's one person who knows outside of this we know for certain as he was there when Ned found you. The Neck is a swampland, most people ignore it or openly avoid it as they have no idea how to navigate it. He's the Lord of Greywater Watch, a castle built on an island that floats and is therefore almost impossible to impregnate. Due to the numerous forests surrounding the area, you could keep the dragons out in the open so they would grow quicker. We could put it as he requested to foster you."

Silence overcame them again at this. What she was saying made an awful lot of sense. He would be hidden, crannogmen were notorious for remaining to themselves, not taking part in the politics of Westeros unless they had no choice in the matter, an area that was almost impossible to navigate. And Howland Reed knew the truth, meaning he would be able to help him out. Plus, he would only be around ten days ride away from Winterfell, he could visit, and they could visit in return.

"Send the raven to him with the request tonight, Maester. In the meantime, are there any meat scraps around so these two can eat?"

Luwin simply nodded before leaving the room. It was now that Catelyn got over her fear of the dragons as she eased one of her bandaged hands towards Lyrax. She made a huffing noise and a cloud of smoke came from her nostrils, but it was more in offence she had waited this long. She was still on Robb's lap and he was still looking at them in total awe. Jon carefully removed Rhaegon from his own lap and walked over to where there was a rag so he could clean the soot off him before pulling on some clothes. He would need to take a long bath later as he did smell like a bonfire. He noticed a small smile on his aunt's face as she tickled the tiny dragon under her chin, and from the borderline purring noise emanating from her, she was enjoying the touch.

The Maester came back again not long after, carrying a small box of meat scraps he must've gotten from the kitchens, and a scroll of parchment. They would need to word this very carefully so that it didn't get out. There was no way they could use the ink trick Ser Rodrik had told them of yet as Ned had not been made aware they were going to do so, and they could not tip off what they were doing behind the realms back.

"Perhaps it would be best to get a response from Lord Reed first, my Lady- "

"Nay, Maester. We cannot do that. It takes approximately ten days to travel to the heart of The Neck from Winterfell, that is ten days too long to keep this quiet for. I'm not risking my brother's life like that, or that of my families. Even a raven will take a good four days to arrive there, and it will be the same time back."

Robb's words broke the silence and he bit his lip hard at what he was insinuating. Understanding just how dangerous this was, and how much damage it would cause if the truth did get out. If it gets out that Jon is a legitimate Targaryen, Eddard Stark will be labelled a traitor of the worst kind. Meaning he will be imprisoned and those sworn to him will take up banners, causing a war. His children would be taken and be tortured for information on what they knew about everything. Catelyn would get much the same treatment, meaning the Riverlands would take up their banners. And Jon, the poor boy would face a worse fate than his father had. Robert would want to do every nasty thing he could think of to him to show that Targaryen's were scum before killing the boy.

"So, how are we going to word this, then? He needs to know they hatched and where I plan on going."

"Dragons when they are born are called whelps, are they not?"

Luwin nodded lightly to Robb. He gave Jon a look and despite no words being spoken between them, it was obvious the youngest knew what he was suggesting. It was only now that he noticed the boy's black curls had been singed in the fire. He was holding out pieces of meat for the dragons to eat but they didn't seem to want it. He stood up and walked over to the fire, placing a few pieces in the flames for a few seconds before picking them back up again. This small act caused Luwin's and Catelyn's eyebrows to raise. They had only found out today the boy was resistant to fire, but seeing it was something else entirely. Now, Rhaegon and Lyrax gave happy chirps before fighting over the meat.

"Aunt Catelyn, you used to call me that before you knew the truth. We're still playing on the bastard story in the open, so if I'm named that in the message, he will question it and look into it further."

Luwin eyed him with surprise at this, wondering how he had thought up an answer so quickly. He was correct though. They all knew that Catelyn no longer despised him and was beginning to treat him like family- which he was, just not by a direct blood link. Ned would question why he was called that in the message, he would put the pieces together. They'd been gone for three weeks now, meaning they would be close to the Crownlands border by now- permitting weather was good. Now, Luwin remembered he had received a raven from Lord Stark which he handed over to the Lady. His trusted bird had left it in his solar when he went to collect some parchment. She read it quietly before her eyes hardened. Then she sighed, before handing it over to Jon. He frowned at this before beginning to read himself, Robb's head leaning over so he could read it too.

What it contained, both brought him joy and anger. His aunt and uncle in Essos were alive, Daenerys had been sold to a Dothraki Khal not far from Pentos, and Viserys had gone with her. Why had she been sold to the Dothraki though? They were savages, roaming around for months on end in the great grass sea which spanned much of the neighbouring continent. Thieving, raping, murdering, the whole lot. If she was sold, it's likely she did not consent to it, meaning she was being used to further someone else's agenda. This meant one thing, his uncle planned on pressing a claim, and he was trying to hire the Dothraki to join in. A stupid move by anyone's standards, but their name did seem to be cursed. But what really made him angry, was the last part of the letter.

Robert said to me he will kill any Targaryen he gets his hands on, and when I challenged him on it, he was furious. He plans to send assassins their way, apparently the disgraced Knight Jorah Mormont is keeping tabs on the Princess in exchange for a pardon.

The rest of the message blended. Everything from a fight between Arya and Sansa (which wasn't anything new). To Prince Joffrey being bitten by Nymeria protecting Arya and Sansa siding with him. To the King and Queen trialling Arya without telling Ned, and subsequently ordering that the direwolf be killed. His uncle had done the deed himself, and apparently Sansa could not look him in the eye after he had done so as Nymeria had been smart enough to run away, meaning Lady was the one who met her untimely end. That part angered Robb greatly, how could Sansa side with someone threatening her sister?! What happened to the whole 'the pack sticks together' thing? But then again, if she openly stated that the Prince had done so, the Queen certainly would take great offence to it as would the Prince, she would be hurt. He just hoped that this was her reasoning for doing so.

"Wasn't Ser Jorah stripped of his titles for selling slaves?"

Maester Luwin nodded at this.

"Aye, my Lady. He ran as soon as Lord Stark passed the sentence and hasn't been seen in seven years. But at least we know young Jon has other family members out there and no assassins have succeeded yet."

"It would be too risky to send a message to them wouldn't it? To confirm everything?"

All nodded silently to confirm his suspicions. He could keep tabs on them, but they would have no idea he even existed, unless Rhaella knew and told Viserys and he had told Daenerys.

"How old would they be?"

It was Catelyn who answered this question.

"Viserys was nearing his eighth name-day when they had to flee the Red Keep, so he will be nearing his twenty-fourth name-day soon, or possibly already has. Daenerys was born on Dragonstone many months later. If my estimations are correct, this means Queen Rhaella was early into her pregnancy with her when they had to leave. She wasn't born until long after Ned got back to the Red Keep with Lyanna's body and you, Jon. And this was a good couple of months after they fled. I'd say she's at the least six months younger than you, but probably more. She'll be fifteen."

Luwin nodded to confirm her suspicions. She was born late 284AC and would be nearing her sixteenth name-day soon. It allowed Jon to conjure what he assumed they looked like. Due to his grandparents being brother and sister, and them looking like stereotypical Valyrian's, this meant they would have the silver hair and purple eyes. Only one feature of which he shared with them other than the few he had gotten from his father- their brother. Neither of the letters he had from Elia, his mother, or his father confirmed that Rhaella knew he had been born. His father couldn't tell her as he was dead months before he was born, and Lyanna certainly couldn't have told her as she had already fled by that point and she had died birthing him. There was a high chance neither of them knew. And if his suspicions regarding his uncle are correct, he will be pressing a claim. Would he see him as a threat?

"My Lady, there was a rumour circulating for a while in the Citadel when I was still there and the previous Maester was still serving here. Apparently there were witnesses that Rhaella named Viserys crowned Prince after they fled to Dragonstone. It was never validated by the Citadel, but if true, this means he has a higher peg than Jon doesn't it?"

"Not necessarily, Maester. If it wasn't validated, there is no proof and it is solely rumours. Jaeron however, has numerous documents to prove who he is, meaning he will be preferred by many Lords. Also, a sibling cannot inherit before a son, even if said sibling was crowned."

All this talk was beginning to take its toll on Jon, and he flinched noticeably when his aunt had called him by his given name. Prince Jaeron of House Targaryen, it sounded so alien to him. He was still coming to terms with everything. The one thing he knew for certain was that he was going to avenge those who had lost their lives on a false claim. No, he does not want to be a ruler or have any high titles. He simply wanted to be recognised as a Stark and make his family proud. But he would never be recognised as a Stark because he wasn't one, and he never would be. The dragons were now curled up on his lap sound asleep, all the meat devoured. He was tempted to pet them, but he didn't want to wake them.

"I think we can all agree the other Targaryen's likely don't know about Jaeron, and they cannot step foot in Westeros without being butchered like their niece, nephew, and goodsister were. There's no telling what the past fifteen years of exile have caused on them. They may not be stable, meaning if worst comes to worst, Viserys will kill Jon for standing in his way and probably follow in his father's footsteps by taking his sister to wed."

The whole thought of brother and sister wedding one another disgusted them all deeply. Yes, a lot of Jon's ancestors had done just that to keep bloodlines pure. A practice that was carried out by many Valyrian families who were Dragonlords. But it was too close a relation now, one that resulted in deformities and madness. Then he spotted the flaw.

"But Daenerys has been sold to a Dothraki Khal called Drogo according to this message, meaning marriage. I highly doubt a Khal will take kindly to having to share their wife."

All hummed at this before Robb's eyes widened, understanding what was happening. Or more precisely, what was probably happening.

"The Dothraki follow strength. By wedding Daenerys to a Khal, they will follow her. She may not gain their favour, but they will still follow her. Don't they elect whoever kills the previous Khal the new Khal? Or at least, that's what the books say."

Jon felt his heart drop at this. Surely his uncle was not that stupid. It was dumb enough to marry into a Khalasar anyway, despite it having some political merit. Some political merit is not secure political merit though. He'd heard that Viserys was close to Aerys, and it was known his grandfather despised his family marrying outside family. If rumours were true, he had refused to acknowledge his older siblings because they were half-Dornish, even though it was he who had arranged the match between Elia and Rhaegar in the first place. If stories were true that he emulated and looked up to him, he would have the same thought of mind. But if he took out Khal Drogo, he would be named Khal due to tradition. Giving him an army and a strong reason to cross the narrow sea back to Westeros.

"This is all speculation currently, of course. Let us not get too far ahead of ourselves. I'm sure Ned will send correspondence back and forth because Jon did ask to be notified if he heard anything about Daenerys and Viserys. If he's as smart as I feel he is, he will remain semi-neutral so he can get further information on them. Right now, our biggest problem is that somehow, Jon's eyes have turned from lilac-grey to bright purple after hatching dragons."

With these words being said and numerous theories playing in their heads that neither dared speak about, they finally wrote the letter and handed it to Luwin. The Maester left the room quickly at this, but then Catelyn pursed her lips tightly. She reached into her furs and removed a large dagger, Robb recognising it as the one the cutthroat was going to use on Bran. Why had she grabbed it? They got their answer as she slid it out of the sheath, the dark metal and pale blue ripples confirming how valuable it was.

"Why would a cutthroat have a Valyrian steel dagger?"

She simply shrugged before handing it to Robb to examine.

"Clearly someone very wealthy wanted him dead. From the man's clothes and the way that he spoke confirmed he was smallfolk. Even when Valyrian steel when it was still being produced could only be afforded by the elite. He was handed the knife in question, and this confirms our suspicions that someone wants to silence Bran."

"Meaning he did see something he wasn't supposed to- and he was probably pushed."

All felt bile rise in their throats. No matter what he saw, why would anyone try to kill a child? And when the attempt failed try again?

"Doesn't Maester Luwin have a record of everyone who owns Valyrian steel weapons? Perhaps he could cross reference and find out who owned this one."

That was actually a good idea. Robb quirked an eyebrow towards Jon who was looking down to his new companions. Yes, Robb had felt them move back at Castle Black inside the eggs but seeing them hatched and alive was something else. Dragons had died out after the Dance of Dragons, almost one hundred and fifty years prior. Yet here were two, the first two in all that time. In Westeros at least. They're apparently still alive in the shadowlands beyond Asshai but hardly anyone goes that far east. The land in question was filled with sorcery, blood magic, ancient rituals, and who knows what else. Catelyn stood up and made her way towards the Maester's solar, taking care to hide the blade from prying eyes.

"So, tell me how they hatched."

Jon snorted loudly at the way he had said those words.

"Should you not have Lordly duties to attend, Lord Stark?"

"You've got some cheek, Prince Jaeron."

With a small laugh, Jon grabbed one of his pillows and whacked Robb across the face with it. They could rarely joke with one another since he had been so busy the last few weeks. Ghost stood up and jumped onto the bed, disturbing Rhaegon from his sleep and receiving a cloud of smoke in response. The direwolf tilted his head to the side examining them before nuzzling them carefully, the silver and black dragon doing the same. A couple of barks, howls, chirps, and roars occurred before they settled, clearly deciding to be friends.

"When I first saw the fire, I just felt this overwhelming need to pick up the eggs and take them into the heart of it. I grabbed them and they began shaking violently which you saw, clearly desperate to come out of their shell after who knows how many years. I was nervous because I've never fully gone into a flame, but to me it just felt warm. Not even hot. I ran up the stairs and made my way to the back corner in case someone managed to fight the blaze and see, by laying low I would have a chance of getting out unnoticed. The librarian was already gone by the time I got there, who knows how long the fire was going on for before it was noticed. I cut into my palm to get some blood and dripped it over the eggs, and they cracked open."

He knew it would be something along those lines. He had been disturbed when he had saw the cut marks on Jon's palm the first time, at one point thinking he was bordering insanity. Not that it stopped him though, they didn't seem to cause him any pain. If they did, he did a good job of hiding it considering it was his dominant hand he got the blood from. It would be obvious if it did cause him discomfort in sparring sessions or lessons. Robb had seen him slowly get more comfortable with his left hand in preparation to learn to fight with dual swords- a style that was rare. One sword was deadly enough, two would be vicious. Especially when he finally does go for it and people see the sword he has. A part of the older was incredibly jealous of the younger, but he'd had a stern talking to from his mother who had noticed it not long after they had been told.

At the time, Catelyn was still coming to terms with everything herself. But this did not deter her from being a loving mother to her own kids or being a supportive wife to Eddard. She had been walking the halls of Winterfell when she'd heard her eldest whispering furiously under his breath about it all. She had simply pinched her nose to rid herself of the thoughts that threatened to spill over before confronting him. By the end of it all, he was ashamed on another level. He was jealous that Jon was technically a hidden King, but to be so his entire family was practically butchered. He was given a legendary sword that was supposed to have gone to his older brother whose head was caved in by Gregor Clegane. He had a feared name, then he was reminded the name was feared due to the madness trait that was very prominent in a lot of the Targaryen line.

Robb had no right to be jealous over his cousin in the slightest, a fact he's come to accept now. He had everything the boy wanted pretty much. A father, a mother, siblings who were alive, a name that wasn't tainted with a trait of insanity, a life that was open and not hidden. It sickened him that it took Catelyn to knock sense into him, especially because she was still getting used to everything. He'd still not told him he went through this short phase, and he didn't plan on doing so either. There was absolutely no need to open a wound between them. And he would need to leave Winterfell after what had happened. Why had his eyes changed colour? Was this some of the blood of old Valyria running through his veins or was it something else entirely?

Being blood of the First Men himself, the idea of magic and supernatural activity wasn't alien to him. After all, they had literal direwolves as pets. Beasts which were thought extinct south of the Wall for hundreds of years. Some people had abilities to see through an animal's eyes, although this was rare. He'd only ever seen it done once, and he couldn't even remember who it was as he was a young boy at the time.

"How big do you think they'll get?"

Jon simply shrugged at this.

"Apparently they never stop growing so long as they are not in captivity. Easily over a hundred feet, potentially even the size Balerion was."

Robb's eyes widened at this. There was no one alive who had set eyes on the black dread that belonged to Aegon the Conqueror. But there were sketches of scale comparisons in books. If they were accurate, the dragon in question easily would've wrapped around half of Winterfell.

"Do you think you'll ever be a rider? If so, how large do you think they'll need to be for you to do so?"

The younger nodded immediately at the question. Somehow, he knew he would ride Rhaegon. He was already forming a bond with him.

"I've no idea of age, I'd imagine once large enough so that Rhaegon's neck is roughly the width of a horses back. My ancestors rode that way by linking their legs behind the wing membrane, making it difficult to lose balance unless something happened. I don't think I'll ever ride Lyrax- the bond isn't as strong with her as it is his. Maybe a couple of years?"

Jon was kicking himself now at not asking Luwin that question when he quizzed him three weeks ago. He would need to find an answer to that. There was nothing about it in Winterfell's library, he'd already torn the place apart going through books that revolved solely around dragons and their riders. It was now that Grey Wind made an appearance and going towards his brother and Robb, the older chuckling before tickling him behind the ear.

"I can't wait to see the day the truth comes out so I can see everyone's faces."

Jon snorted a little before a sad feeling enveloped him- if he was still alive then. Being a Lord was a dangerous job enough as is but being a Lord Paramount and being sixteen name-days made Robb's position perilous at best. He wasn't as versed in politics as his mother was, and he spent far more time with Theon Greyjoy than attending lessons.

"Robb, please be careful. I'm going to tell you the same thing as I told uncle; don't do anything stupid. It's going to send selfish as hell on my part, but I don't want to lose another family member. Heck, my distant cousin murdered my father and said distant cousin is still trying to assassinate my aunt and uncle. I just hope that uncle can tame his impulses, but with the Lannister's surrounding them, who knows what will occur. By blood, you're my cousin Robb. But you're more to me than that. We were raised as brothers, and I still see you as my brother even though I call you cousin in private. I don't want you to face a similar fate to what my own siblings did. Gods, Aegon's head smashed against a wall and Rhaenys being stabbed half a hundred times until she was unrecognisable- "

He trailed off after this and the older momentarily stopped breathing at his words. Yes, the way he was wording it was selfish, but he knew he didn't mean it as such. Jon just wasn't a selfish person under any circumstance. All he was doing, was warning him to be careful. As much as Robb tries to deny it, he is the Lord of Winterfell and Lord Paramount of the North unless his father comes home. All hoped this would be soon, Robert Baratheon did not come across as someone who accepted compromises. It wouldn't be long for the two to but heads again. In fact, his fathers letter confirmed they already were over his plan to send more assassins after two innocents. Hesitantly, Robb placed a hand over Jon's and squeezed lightly.

"I'll be as careful as I can. You honestly don't think I'm going to be stupid enough to screw up when you've got two dragons?"

He said the last part in a joking manner which the younger immediately understood as he grabbed a pillow and whacked him across the face with it. They'll probably not get a moment like this for a long time, so they were going to make the most of it while they could.