Jaeron Targaryen

Greywater Watch, 299AC

"Keep your eyes open!"

Jon spun around and glared hard at the Knight.

"I am!"

"No, you aren't. Otherwise you would've seen my swipe at you from the side."

The younger shut his mouth at this, knowing there was no use in arguing with him. It had been almost a month since he'd arrived here under the guise of fostering. Although, it really didn't seem like that at all. It felt like it had only been a couple of days because he was just so busy. Much to his surprise, Howland found politics to be a hobby of his- despite not taking part in them himself. Every morning after breaking their fast, they met in his solar where he would quiz him with numerous scenarios. The first week of doing so, he'd embarrassed himself greatly because he only knew the absolute basics of said subject.

Whenever he was thinking into it in more detail, he simply only thought of the main Houses. Something he'd found out was stupid to do. Whenever a major House calls their banners, lesser Houses are obliged to obey through honour- but honour wasn't instilled in everyone. Meaning this was a stupid tactic. However, there was a blessing in the form that the older man had taken a note of all the Houses who pledged their support for Rhaegar during the rebellion, knowing that would be a good place to start in getting allies. He'll undoubtedly have the North, and there's a fair chance he'll get the Riverlands too through Catelyn, but that all depends on how it's presented to Hoster Tully when the time comes.

The blade came his way but this time he was prepared, having anticipated for Ser Arthur to strike close to his blind spot from his previous words. But right before the blades met, the other blade came his way and rested on his neck. Admitting defeat once again, he stepped away.

"Always be on high alert. Never let your guard down. You're focusing more on the one blade and using the other as a last resort type of thing. If you're going to learn how to master dual blades, you need to treat both equally the same."

Jon licked his lips to add some moisture to them, his clothes sticking to him now he was covered in sweat. The Knight was not letting up in any way at all. Once he'd caught his breath, he nodded to the older to confirm he was ready again. But this time, he went in with the correct mindset. As steel met steel from the training swords they were using, his thoughts began to replay everything that had happened in the last month. He'd received a raven from Ned the week prior, a response to him being here and a response to the one Howland sent from Castle Black regarding Arya and Sansa having what he called wolf dreams. He wasn't sure if the elder female did have them but considering they all were- there was a fair chance she had it as well. Like expected, Arya confided in him that she was dreaming she was Nymeria in the Riverlands, but Sansa remained tight lipped. He understood why if what they suspected was true, as Lady had been killed on Cersei's and Robert's orders.

Every morning after he'd had political training, the crannogman trained him on warging as it was a 'respite' as he called it. The first ten times he had done so, he failed miserably to make the connection. But on the eleventh, he finally did make it, but it was only for a matter of seconds.

"Good, it all depends on how strong your mind is. Warging is creating a deep bond to the point that one being allows its mind to be overrun."

He caught sight of the blade a fraction too late, but he managed to use his height to his advantage by ducking. It left him severely off balance, but it did allow for the blade to go over his head. Arthur smiling broadly before sliding both towards him. Not at the speed were it a real fight of course, but close enough that it felt real. That was the quickest way to learn how to wield a blade. Bending his head back to a point where it was extremely uncomfortable, the cold steel grazed over his neck and under his chin. Then he spotted the opening. Swinging his right blade up where Arthur's blades were still crossed meant he was slightly off balance. A fact that was proven as when he untangled himself, it loosened his grip ever so slightly on his second blade which allowed him to swoop in with his own secondary blade and disarm him of one of his swords.

"Nicely done. Now, you'll not find yourself in awkward positions like that to use to your advantage often. But it means you're aware of the intricacies of body language. That will be useful. I think we'll call it at that for the day, you need to change as you look like you've gone swimming in the water, kid."

His cheeks heated up massively at his words because he knew it was true. He probably stank as well, but he was too kind to say anything regarding that. Jon quickly wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before putting the training swords away- not even attempting to use live steel when learning a new skill. That would be a recipe to get himself killed.

"Why did you learn how to fight with two swords, Ser?"

Arthur turned to him and looked away a moment later.

"When I was twelve, I done something stupid. Ash and I were racing one another down the mountain beside Starfall on wooden planks we'd tied together as a makeshift sledge. I took the steepest part and found out the difficult way this was a terrible idea. I didn't have as much space to slow down and I couldn't roll off going at the speed I was. I had to break the hit. It was either my face or my hand- I chose my hand. I walked away with four broken fingers and a dislocated wrist in my right arm, meaning I couldn't use it for months whilst they healed. Therefore, when it came to lessons, I had to write with my left. It took weeks before I was able to do so and for it to be eligible. By the time my hand and wrist had healed, I was on par with both. I knew very few people wielded dual blades, so I decided to advance on my new skill."

Jon's eyes widened just slightly at the information, having been practising on what Howland called a 'court face'. He'd been weirded out by it at first but showing everything via his facial expressions was not a good thing to do. Especially once he starts his campaign, as one day he is going to do it. Once he was in his room, he immediately peeled his clothes off and climbed into the bath. He'd been assigned a handmaiden, but he refused the help, but she still helped him out with this. It wasn't the only thing she was helping with though. It had been Howland's idea, and Jon had saw great benefit in it.

Once he had settled to living here, Jojen had confided there were twenty-three wargs residing in the castle, including himself and his father. Including Jon into it, it was twenty-four. Only two of which no longer had their bonded animals, but one of the ones who had lost theirs was working on gaining a new bond. Howland seemed sceptical by this, not knowing if it was possible to do so, but it was worth the chance. They were using them as spies. Nine of which were bonded with a bird of some kind from hawks to ravens to finches to herons. There was a broad range, and this meant they could go into the minds of their animals and fly to somewhere, and it would not be odd.

Which was where Moira came in- the woman he'd been assigned. Her bonded animal was a mouse, which was even better as she could get into the nooks and crannies of the smallest places, where nobody would be able to suspect anything. The only downfall was that they were on an island, and mice couldn't swim. It was wasted on her, and he knew once it is time, he was going to take her. She would be invaluable then. It was only once he realised his skin was wrinkling badly that he got out of the still steaming water- having taken a strange liking to water being almost at a boiling point since coming here. But he hadn't expected to walk into the room to find Arthur sitting at the desk with a box.

"Ser Arthur?"

The older man smiled at the confusion in his voice before signalling him to sit down in front of him. He did so warily, wondering what his Kingsguard was doing. That was still a strange thought, having a permanent guard with him.

"A raven arrived from Torghen whilst we were training, he should be here in the next fortnight. In the meantime, I think it's time you're taught how to interplay politics with war tactics."

If he wasn't confused before, he certainly was now, wondering what the man meant. War tactics and politics were completely different subjects, how did they come together? Political strife causes wars, and wars cause political strife. That's how it works, they cannot be balanced fully. He eyed the box oddly, only seeing a single word written on it. Cyvasse. He'd never heard that name before, but he got his answer as he opened it to reveal the contents.

"A game? Really?"

"Aye, a game that originated in Volantis around one hundred years ago, although the Lysene claim to have invented it. It's a game of strategy, war, and cunning all in one. It's difficult to master it, but a lot of people use it. The Lannister's do, I used to verse Jaime back when we were still brothers. He was terrible at it I will say, but Tywin is a mastermind at it. Doran and Oberyn play frequently as well, even Elia did. A lot of people looked her over because she was sickly and she was female, but she had a fantastic political mind."

At his words, Jon felt a gaping feeling inside. This was the first time Arthur had openly spoke of anything that had happened. He'd never thought about it really, but now that he was, he must've known his blood siblings.

"Can you tell me about them? Rhaenys and Aegon?"

Bright purple eyes met his own before the darker skinned male looked away, beginning to take out the pieces and explaining what each one was.

"What would you like to know? You can ask, my King, I am honour bound to answer your questions- "

"I'm not King yet, Arthur. I may not be, I could fail. I know a little about it through the letters that were left, but they were vague because there was simply too much going on to put it all onto a piece of parchment."

The Knight tightened his lips before sighing deeply, it clearly still troubling him greatly.

"I suppose I'd better start from the beginning then, on how it all happened. Do you know how they met?"

Jon simply nodded, knowing that his mother had entered that fated tourney to restore Howland's honour.

"It wasn't a secret why the tourney was arranged. There was a reason that a lot of Lords and Ladies were invited- to gain support to overthrow Aerys. I didn't agree with what Rhaegar was doing. Aye, your grandfather was mad, but he wasn't always like that. Unpredictable yes, but after Duskendale he was never the same again. It wore down on Barristan many a times. He risked everything to save him, yet he got a madman in response. But he's prudent, and he sticks to his vows more than most. Rhaella was supportive of her son, she faced a lot worse than most people. I cannot count the number of times where I was stationed to guard them as he forced himself on her. But our vows were to protect them no matter what, but not from each other."

His voice trailed off after this, and the younger bit his lip hard as he tried to imagine how difficult that must've been. Rape was punishable by death, but because his grandfather was the King, it was ignored despite being obvious. From the letters that were left, he knew this was how Daenerys was conceived. Probably how many of their failed babes were conceived.

"Your father was trying to gather allies to start a rebellion, had even made quite a name for himself there. The women were all falling over their feet around him, and a few men as well. Your other grandfather was openly trying to create a great alliance, and he reached out to him, but got no response. Although, it is possible the raven was just shot down or was attacked by something else. Only one letter was sent to Rickard, so it's certainly possible he had no idea the truth of everything. But it all backfired when Aerys walked in, meaning he couldn't do anything.

"At the time of that, he'd been speaking to Jaime Lannister. It wasn't a secret Cersei wanted to get Rhaegar in her bed and have him set Elia aside, but he saw an opening with the young Knight. I don't know exactly what he was planning with him, only that a betrothal was in question to bring the Lannister's into the fold. Rhaegar hated Tywin, it was well known, but he wasn't an idiot. Again, this went down the river when Aerys decided to spit in the Lion's eye by naming him to the vacant Kingsguard position at seventeen. Your father was furious with this, but he couldn't say anything on it. The King made it well known that if Rhaegar questioned him openly he would set him aside as his heir and name Viserys as his heir despite only being seven. Your father knew that his own father was moulding him to be like him, but Rhaella shielded him from the madness. This in turn leading to her being beaten and raped every other night."

His stomach was in knots now, trying to imagine the turmoil his father must've been in. If Aerys hadn't turned up at Harrenhal, would it have all kicked off the way that it had? Possibly, but not certainly.

"It was on the fifth day of the tourney that your parents met for the first time, something I witnessed myself as it was me who accompanied him to carry out the order. Everyone thought that damned mystery Knight was a man trying to gain some notoriety, and nobody knew what happened to them apart from us, Howland, and your uncles. We only had to search for around twenty minutes when we came across her at the side of one of the many streams which fed the lake. When he caught sight of her and put the pieces together, he laughed for a long time, something I did too. It startled Lyanna, and she nearly fell in, but your father caught her.

"He helped her remove the armour as she was struggling doing so. She was short, only perhaps to your shoulders. But she more than made up for her height with her brash personality. They talked for near on two hours after this, only stopping when Howland stumbled across us and made us aware Aerys was going to send another search party. We found a place for her to hide and he took the shield they didn't discard to use as evidence so nobody would figure out what had really happened. As you'll know, at this point Elia and Rhaegar were officially separated but were remaining quiet on it. If what I heard in their tent that night was true, she found it hilarious like we did. I mean, a fourteen name-day tiny girl unhorsing three squires to known Knights?

"Elia knew he was going to crown her if he won, and she agreed with it. Seeing it as praise for what she had done. Us Dornish are much like you Northerners when it comes to respect and honour. Your mother did something that many people would recoil over, and she did it to restore the honour of a friend and a faithful bannerman of her House. But no one else saw it as this. When Rhaegar unhorsed Barristan the next day and rode past Elia to lay that crown of winter roses in Lyanna's lap, it's not an exaggeration that all the smiles died. They did, I didn't think it was possible for such a large gathering to be so quiet so suddenly. Brandon was furious, had to be held back, Robert Baratheon much the same. Rickard and Eddard were angry too- but it was nothing compared to Oberyn's reaction."

Jon's lips tightened as he thought on it all, trying to piece it all together. He'd picked up that Rhaegar was arranging a betrothal to get the Lannister's on his side, and a part of him found it odd that Aerys did what he did when his son was doing this. Had Aerys found out? Was there truth to the rumour Maester Luwin spoke about regarding him setting Rhaegar aside in favour of Viserys as his heir? Of Rhaella crowning her youngest son whilst pregnant with her daughter? But there was no proof to it, or if there was, it hadn't been found.

"Elia asked me to accompany her to confront her brothers. Doran was not pleased with her, but the decree had already been made and this placated him. Her younger brother though became convinced that she was becoming a weakling from the years of abuse she received due to her illnesses. I'd never seen Elia so angry before, and she punched him so hard that she broke his nose. It was the last time she ever saw him, and it hurt her massively. I'd known the Martell siblings since I was a boy, from visiting the Water Garden's on a yearly basis for a retreat- something many of us do. Well, apart from the Yronwood's but that's not a surprise as they despise the Martell's.

"Things weren't the same for the week that followed. Your father's plan failed spectacularly as Aerys just so happened to show up despite not coming outside for years. Everyone was surprised he turned up, as he rode out after they all had. But then everyone left once it did come to an end. Your mother went back to Winterfell, your father back to Dragonstone with Elia and the children. I didn't know what was going on for a few months after this, but eventually I ran into Ash going to the rookery with a raven during one of their visits back to the Red Keep whilst I was on guard. That was when I found out your parents were communicating, and she was being the mediator."

He went quiet for a few minutes at this, clearly trying to think of a way to describe what had really happened. Hearing it from the point of view from someone who was sworn to protect his family was probably the best way to have it all out. Jon already knew much of it from the letters, from what his father had told him, and from Howland's detailed account. But there were still pieces missing. Had it just been a misunderstanding? The more he hears, the more he thinks this was not the case. They were missing something big, the final piece of the jigsaw to figure out exactly what happened.

"When Ash told me that your father was heading to the Riverlands to go to your mother, I was shocked. I spoke a little with Rickard at the tourney, and he did tell me that he wasn't going to have her wed until she was a woman grown. And by this point, there was only a month before she was to turn sixteen. Meaning the wedding was going ahead, and she did not want to go ahead with it. I'm not sure how a ship was secretly arranged to go to White Harbour to collect her and to take her to the Riverlands, but they pulled it off. Oswell, Gerold, and I were tasked to keep an eye on him by Aerys. We met up with him close to Rosby, and we rode hard for Harrenhal.

"On the ride there was when we were all made aware that he and Elia were separated and had been for over a year. To say we were shocked is putting it very lightly. Neither of us knew what to think or what to say to that, but we were bound to always obey. We met her at the Inn at the Crossroads, and she bought a horse and rode hard with us to the lake where a boat was waiting. Oswell and I were tasked with keeping an eye out as they rowed to that island, them coming back an hour or so later with the bloody High Septon. Your father began drafting letters to send to the Lords and Ladies throughout the realm as a last-ditch attempt to try and overthrow Aerys- but neither got sent out. By then we'd heard that Brandon was riding south to free his 'kidnapped' sister.

"Lyanna sent a few ravens herself. One to Brandon, one to Rickard, one to Eddard, and one to Benjen to explain that she wasn't kidnapped and she had wed him willingly. By this point though, it was too late. The pieces on the board were moving and the game was being played. The letters never got received by the recipients. When we realised this, we had no choice but to flee. Rhaegar sent a raven to Elia to ask for help, as did I with my sister. He also urged them to get to Dragonstone as soon as possible. Ashara got out, but Elia was cornered before she could. My sister knew she likely would've been burned by Aerys for aiding in the plan, so she couldn't go back. She instead went back home and alerted Amaric- my elder brother. My little sister rode to Sunspear to alert the Martell's to what was happening, and my brother replied that we could stow away in that tower until we figured something out.

"Your mother found out she was carrying you just as we arrived at the tower. We stayed and planned as best we could, and Doran gave us consent to remain if the decree were still in place. Rhaegar was desperate to get Elia and the children out. Did you never wonder why there were three of us? One for you, one for your brother, and one for your sister. Oswell was assigned to you as through your uncle's marriage to his cousin, you were bound by family. I was assigned Aegon as he was further ahead in succession, and Gerold assigned to Rhaenys- I think there may have been talks for a betrothal for her with a Hightower. Aye, we were involved in a lot of political movements, but not all. It would've been a good match, as Hightower's are bound to the Tyrell's through Mace as he was wed to Alerie. She was Garlan's, Loras', Willas', and Margaery's mother."

Now, his head felt like it was about to explode with the information he was being given. Despite everything going to shit, his father was still trying to solve it. And it was a good move to make, but it required them getting out. And everyone knows they didn't.

"People were sent in to try and free Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys, but it failed miserably. They were locked up in the Maidenvault and were watched day and night. Then Aerys commanded your father to join in on the fighting, an order he couldn't refuse as despite being his father- he was still his King and outranked him. They needed insiders, but your grandfather blocked all entrances to the Red Keep and the city apart from one tunnel that led out to the harbour. When we received the raven that your father had fell to Robert Baratheon's war hammer, we knew it was game over for us. Your mother was inconsolable, but she remained strong for you.

"Three weeks later we received a raven from Doran confirming that Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon had been killed. As you know with how succession works, this immediately meant you were the King despite not being born yet. Aye, rules of conquest are clear, but the rebellion was based on a lie. It really depends on how it's put, and then it is up to the people to decide which side they want to be on. The next month was when Eddard turned up with his retinue. There was no use in telling them the truth then because it would've ended the same. They'd spent the best part of a year believing what they had, a few words were not going to change that. Howland and I were seriously injured, and you know the rest already."

It was only now that the younger let out a long breath, letting it all sink in. Hearing it from another perspective was certainly eye opening and made it obvious just how secretive they all were about it. From the last few weeks that he's been around Arthur, he knew he considered Rhaegar an incredibly good friend. Now knowing that he hadn't confided in him didn't sit right. Jon looked around the room a few times before his eyes finally landed on the game, needing to get his mind off everything.

"So, how is the game played?"

Hours passed where the rules were explained to him in detail and had a couple of trial runs. Both times he failed miserably to the older, but he expected that because he had decades of strategy experience. Desperately trying to figure out if it were better to move the dragon or move the elephant, thinking of the implications of what this might entail. Yes, he could see why he had brought this game to him. Every angle had to be considered, which is a skill he will need to be able to do no matter what was thrown at him. Arthur wrote down all the rules for him so he could go over them at night alongside trying to figure out potential allies. The older gave him an idea to get two hugely influential Houses under his wing, but it was only two. He would need a lot more than that when the time comes.

"Ser, do you think it would be possible to win with little allies? It will need to remain a secret until the time comes around, but it won't be a secret if we don't inform people. Can you think of a way to get around this?"

The Dornishman eyes him strangely before giving him a small smile.

"Jaeron, there's one flaw to your logic. No matter what happens, this truth will split every Kingdom apart root and stem. It will be difficult to get allies, and you will need to take into consideration that not all lesser Houses will heed the call. Aye, you'll have the Riverlands and the North, possibly the Vale too but that one will be tricky as it was Lord Jon Arryn who raised the banners first in rebellion. But the trick is not necessarily getting as many allies as possible, it's getting as many House's as possible to remain neutral that is the trick."

Immediately, his face contorted in confusion at his words, wondering what he meant with his words. No, he hadn't been going to lessons on politics for long, but it had been drummed into him that he needed as much support as possible. Yet here was the first member of his Kingsguard flat out telling him not to go down this route. It must've been obvious because he opened the small book Jon had been writing down notes in to try and come up with plans.

"Since we've been talking about the Reach often because they will be needed due to their agriculture and bountiful harvests- I'll use them as an example. Think who is bound to who, and which House is bound the most. There are the Redwyne's, there are the Tyrell's, there are the Hightower's, there are the Fossoway's, and on and on it goes. But as you've noted here, the Redwyne's are cousins to the Tyrell's and Olenna herself was a Redwyne before she married Luthor. Family bond, meaning they cannot fight on the opposite side due to honour. The same goes for the Hightower's as Alerie was one before she was wed to Mace. This is more recently in place through Garlan's marriage to Leonette Fossoway. If you go for one of the smaller three, you're only guaranteed the Tyrell's. But if you go for the Tyrell's due to the numerous links, you get the other three.

"Aye, there are bonds to other Houses that probably won't support you, but this then means they have the choice to either be oath breaker's, loyalists, or remaining neutral. If they go with the first option, they face being displaced, which a lot will not want to risk. When you're a noble here, you need to take one thing into consideration definitively. A noble has little to gain but everything to lose, someone who isn't noble has everything to gain and nothing to lose. Am I being clear?"

His mouth opened just slightly, managing to catch himself before he began gaping in understanding. He wasn't saying to accept little support at all- he was telling him to make it difficult for other claimants to get support. Which makes the odds more even for him. How had he not considered that option before now? That was the opening he needed to begin making serious plans, and from the small smirk on the elder's face, he knew he realised what he was thinking now.

"Ser Arthur, do you think it may be a possibility to get some House's in the Stormlands? I've practically written them out, but if there is a way- "

"Everything is possible if it is done the correct way. You can immediately write off Estermont's and Baratheon's for obvious reasons due to familial bonds. But the others? Yes, I could see it. Especially the ones that are close to the Dornish border alongside the Crownland's border. Plus, what remains of Summerhall lies in said Kingdom."

Jon bit his lip hard before timidly asking his next question.

"Do you think the Selmy's might rally to my side through Barristan being an open supporter even though he is now sworn to the Baratheon's?"

Purple eyes met his own for a moment before turning away, the Knight sighing deeply as he tried to think on it.

"Barristan was the last person I ever would've pinned as switching sides. Aye, it was done because he didn't want to lose his life or be exiled. But one thing about being a Kingsguard means all beliefs are pushed to the side. It's life in servitude basically, guarding the royal family's back at all costs. He's a good man, and I do believe he would switch allegiances to your side if he knew you were Rhaegar's son- "

"I think he may piece it together. He came to Winterfell when Robert asked Ned to be his hand. He was charged to watch over Tyrion Lannister during one of the many feasts and he fell asleep in a barn. But I was practising, and he challenged me. He even offered to take me on as a squire. I almost accepted the offer, but my cousin falling from that tower compelled me to remain."

Shock immediately covered Arthur's face at these words. This was the first time he'd told anyone about the squiring offer he was made by the legendary Knight. A hand reached up to cover his mouth as he carefully thought it all over.

"Barristan almost saw Rhaegar like a son of his own. Considering you do look a lot like him apart from the hair colour, it may be enough for the cogs to start turning in his head. He's a smart man. He's the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, so he cannot just up and leave. It's a sworn brotherhood, exile if a member walks away without leave. And if he did leave, this leaves Ser Mandon Moore, Ser Meryn Trant, Ser Jaime Lannister, amongst others. The most influential will take the position, which would be- oh seven hells."

Arthur stood up from his seat and walked towards the bookshelf, tracing his fingers along the spines before pulling one down.

"Ser?"

"If Barristan were to be given leave, the position would fall to Jaime Lannister. Cersei's twin brother and the man Tywin wants as his heir. Due to his twin being Queen, this could potentially give her the power to change the rules, meaning that he could be both his father's heir and being the commander. I don't condone what Jaime did, I squired him myself, it was me who knighted him. But he wanted to be a Kingsguard, gods, this will make the Old Lion furious."

With that, the older man walked from the room, leaving Jon wholly confused by whatever realisation he'd come to. He watched as he knocked on Howland's door before entering, audibly locking the door behind him meaning he wasn't getting an answer right away. He eyed the room now, his eyes always catching the tapestry that was hanging on the wall. It had been done by the Lord's great-grandmother, one of two things he had left of her. According to him, it had taken her three years to finish. Something he could see considering the sheer detail in it. He jumped a little as he felt a wet nose touch his palm and reaching back he was met with a lot of white fur. With that thought, he left the room, needing some time to himself. A few people looked towards him, a couple he recognised as the wargs Howland was asking to spy on Lords and Ladies of the other Kingdoms, wondering why they were being asked to do so. But neither said anything in fear of being dismissed. Before long, he was in the courtyard and heading for the drawbridge that would lower to the conjoined island, wasting no time in turning the key to give him access.

It didn't take him long to find Rhaegon, his bright silver scales being obvious amongst the trees. He let out a screech before flying down to land on a rock in front of him. Horns were beginning to grow at the side of his head alongside spikes on his back and tail, but it would be much longer before they would be at a lethal stage. Jon reached his arm out and the dragon wasted no time in climbing onto it like a bird clinging to its owner as he searched for Lyrax. It took him nearly twenty minutes to do so considering her scales blended in well with the greenery. She was nestled by a small stream, snapping her jaws into the waves, and pulling out a small fish. A flame scorching the meat and devouring her meal earnestly. Rhaegon made a noise at this before flying over to join the other dragon who only now seemed to notice Jon.

"Skori gōntan ao rhaenagon lagon aōha havor?" (when did you start getting your own food?)

All he had to do was blink before he felt air being beat in his face from her wings. Reaching her head out for petting. Out the corner of his eye, he spotted the silver one copying what Lyrax was doing and a large smile came onto his face as he pulled a fish from the water. Much smaller than the one Lyrax had caught, but still a successful catch. Well, at least he wouldn't need to go down to the kitchens to ask for a bunch of raw meat for them and Ghost anymore, only the direwolf to worry about feeding. People were beginning to talk regarding it, not believing a wolf could eat that much food. But could he do so? If he suddenly stopped asking for much, this might make people talk, and that is the last thing he needed right now.

"Mēre tubis, nyke jāhor daor emagon naejot ruaragon ao lanta. Skori bona tubis māzigon, īlon jorrāelgon naejot gīmigon ziry. Vīlībāzma iksos māzis, se nyke jāhor sagon inkot ziry. Nyke jaelagon ao lanta ry nykeā sako skoriot nyke kostagon gaomagon ao skori ziry māzigon." (One day, I will not have to hide you two. When that day comes, we need to know it. War is coming, and I will be behind it. I want you two at a size where I can use you when it comes.)