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Anyways, sorry for the long wait, here you go!
A Moonturn later after the visit.
"You invited Daenerys Targaryen?" The voice of disbelief of his sister echoed in his study room.
Jon turned back from where he was looking at the horizon and the ocean. It has been a moonturn since he returned from Essos and breaking the news to them all about their successful trip. Most took the news quite well, knowing that the Dragon Queen wouldn't return to claim their lands.
While others such as Sansa Stark…..not so much.
"I did," He said calmly, walking to his work table, covered with letters and books for his next meetings to go through, "We are offering peace between two countries. Do you not want one?"
"This is the direct daughter of the Mad King, Jon," Sansa walked towards him across the desk. "When she was here, she was just as obsessed as her father for your throne."
"Do not forget that his blood also runs in me," he answered coldly, "I have made my decision and that is final. She is coming with her twins."
Sansa's eyes widened before her brows furrowed and gave him an icy stare, but Jon wasn't affected by such coldness. For he is both Fire and Ice. "Tell me you are japing."
"You know that that is not what I do," he took a seat on his chair.
"Is this why you waited at this moment of time so that there is no way of declining her invitation when the Harvest Feast is just days away now?" she demanded, making Jon sigh and look down on his never-ending work.
"I don't need your permission whom I would like to make peace with or speak to," Jon affirmed to her, "Besides, Bran doesn't have any objections to this invitation."
"She will destroy you, Jon," she told him, "Father would not have…"
"Your Father," he stood up slowly but menacingly from his seat, the chair groaned, rising up like a dragon ready to fight, "Let me live even when he knew that I am the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Me, another descendant of the Mad King." Ghost, who had been quiet at the corner, began to step into the light, taking his place by his master's, his blood-red eye looking straight at his sister, watching her carefully and quietly. If one could hear carefully, it would seem that Balerion's roar could be heard from the Dragonpit.
Sansa took a step back from his sudden change of tone. Jon had never been this angry, and if he did, it was never towards her like this. Ever since he hatched his dragons, his leadership has stepped up as well. He stood his ground as firm as a tree, his temper matched a dragon, but his behaviour was of a wolf. He is both a Dragon and a wolf. She took a moment to look at him before pursing her lips and looked down, "Forgive me, my King," She said solemnly, "It is wrong of me to doubt you."
Jon nodded, "Apologies accepted," and he took a seat again, "This festival is a peaceful gathering between Houses and leaders. I do not and will not be the one who will start a war," he stated firmly.
"And what if this gathering with the Dragon Queen would be one of those sparks that would start the war?" she asked, looking at his eyes.
He looked at her coldly but determinedly like a wolf, "Then I will be the one who will end it," his voice icy, making the tension in the room palpable. He didn't say add anything else, for it was a full sentence already. Nothing will change his mind.
Eventually, Sansa's eyes looked down and nodded, "Very well, my King."
"Good, I hope that you are not questioning my motives again."
"Not at all, my King," she said, "I am only implying what we have experienced with the Dragon Queen when she first arrived in Winterfell, and that we must still be cautious. I only feared that your…history….with her might cloud your judgement," She said carefully like a wolf bowing to her Alpha.
Jon tipped his chin up, "I appreciate the concern, but after further investigation with my members of the council, we all agreed that the Dragon Queen's concerns or motives is no longer to my throne."
"And if she does?"
He stared right at her as if he can see her soul, "I assure you, she will not. Not ever again after you allowed her people to freeze and starve after the Battle for Winterfell. You should thank the gods that because of your actions, she did not feed me to her dragons."
At the state of that, Sansa cringed, and he could see it. Her eyes widened. There is guilt and fear in them as if she was caught in the act. She looked down, "I…..am sorry."
Jon nodded, "Lay the past to rest, she has forgiven us all. And in exchange for her gratitude, I have invited her. Nothing will change her mind and mine anymore."
"Yes, Your Grace."
"Good, if that is all, you may leave," he said.
She bowed and turned to the door. Before she left, she turned her head to him, "I hope you know what you are doing, for your own safety. I only want what's best for you too." And at that, she left the room, leaving Jon alone.
Once the door had closed, he looked down at his papers again, preparing his focus to finish impending letters. Sansa definitely left him annoyed with her.
Two weeks later, near Blackwater Bay
"Woaa, so that's King's Landing," Rhaegar exclaimed from the deck of the ship together with his twin.
From where they stood, they could see the new lands of Westeros. The land spread evenly, buildings stood up like mushrooms and black ants. Unlike Essos where the lands are flat, Westeros has hills, something he rarely see in Essos. If they can sail a little closer, perhaps they'll be able to see the colours. But now, this will have to do.
"It's bigger than I thought," Lyanna whispered before turning to her caretaker, "Missy, have you ever seen King's Landing before?"
The Hand of the Queen nodded, "Yes, but only a few areas. I am afraid that when we came to King's Landing, we only got to see certain parts such as the Dragonpit. Not the whole view."
"It's probably terrible," Rhaegar mumbled, "It's where many dragons died during the Dance. And how our own family tore itself apart."
"Now, now, my young Prince. You should not think of the past, even though it is good that you know your history," Missandei reassured him, coming towards him and patting his back, "History is always terrible, but seeing that King Jon is now King, perhaps he is making major improvements too for his dragons to live. You won't even remember what you learned in your history lessons about a destroyed Dragonpit."
He looked up at her, feeling a little doubtful. But Missandei always had a cheery nature that would calm him down. She is just always there to cheer him and his family up, mayhaps that's where Lyanna got her happy side from, even in the worst state.
"I'm a little nervous," his twin said beside him, "We wanted this to happen, but why do I feel scared?"
Rhaegar had to admit, he felt that too. They are going to the lands where their mother was sort of banished, but he did wonder what it's like out there. After all, it is the lands their ancestors conquered. He had always admired Aegon for being able to do such things and he hoped that he would be as strong as he was one day.
Missandei extended her arms to pull Lyanna close to her, "Now, now. You should not be scared, Drogon will be there to save us if anything happens to you. The same way he saved your Muna during the war."
He frowned, "Not from everything," he mumbled.
"What was that?" Lyanna asked.
He turned to the horizon again, "Nothing," he mumbled.
"You know," Lyanna continued, seemingly forgetting what she wanted to ask her brother before, "We get to see more of his wolves! Did you know that Jon had more than just Greywind? He has a pack!"
"Truly?" Missandei looked surprised at her, "Is he the offspring of his big white wolf?"
Lya looked at her, "You mean, you've seen Jon's direwolf before?"
"Oh, yes, I have," she said, "a large animal indeed, perhaps it could have been the same height as a horse."
"Greywind isn't that tall yet," Lya said, "Maybe I can ride on Greywind one day instead of a horse!"
"And have you run around the pyramids with a dog?" another voice called.
The three of them turned back to see Muna coming towards them. Muna wore her old Targaryen grey dress, with the three dragon seal perches on her right side as its chains snaked over her shoulder and attached to the left side of her waist. Her hair is braided in a Dothraki style, with so many braids tangled.
"Muna!" Lya approached her with so much joy, "Isn't the sea amazing?"
She pats her head, "Yes, it is. But do be careful, I do not want you to fall off."
"Don't worry," She giggled, "Drogon or Rhaegal will rescue me," she then looked up.
Rhaegar followed her line of direction and saw the two dragons flying over their ship, flying calmly. It's not rare to see them flying over them when they are in the ocean, but this is their first travel far away from Essos.
And far away from home.
"Darling."
The young Prince snapped out of his daze from the sky to his mother now in front of him. She looked a lot more relaxed than usual, perhaps it's because they are now away from the Pyramids. Muna always looks better when she's away from anything to do with her work, and he likes it when Muna is not burdened.
"Muna," he greeted his mother back.
She bent to his eye level, "If you keep brooding, you'll grow wrinkles way faster than me, sweetling."
Rhaegar frowned, "I don't brood," he looked away from Muna, looking at the ocean.
"You don't seem as enthusiastic to come here than before," she noted.
He scratched his cheek, feeling uneasy, "No, no. I mean, I'm alright coming. It's something new. If King Jon is right, we'll get more allies to support us. And it'll be our first happy festival."
Muna cocked her head, "So why are you brooding, love?"
He frowned, he could never get away from Muna. "I….well…."
Her hand then found its way to his shoulder, gently pushing him away from his twin and Missandei, "Come, let us stand on the Captain's deck."
He nodded and followed Muna's lead.
As they reached the upper deck where the Captain of the ship is commandeering the ship, she finally stopped behind the Captain. From where they are now, he can see the Unsullied doing their duties, pulling ropes and moving things. Then the view in the front where he can see that they are nearing the unknown land, King's Landing. "How do you like this view, darling?"
"It's fine," he murmured, still only looking around.
"Do you know why the Captain must always Commandeer the ship from here, and not from up there," she pointed to the other end of the ship.
He shook his head, "So he can see better?"
"Why?" she challenged him again. "What is it so different from up there than up here?"
The Young Prince was astounded and wrecked his brain, thinking hard. He looked at the captain, and back at the view in front of him. Why here? What is it that that front view did not become the perfect place for the Captain to take the wheels?
"Look closely, my son," she hinted again, "you are right, but that's not the full answer."
He was right but he's missing something. But what is it? "Because that's how ships work?"
"If that's the case, then builders would've made the ships differently wouldn't they?" she answered, "Besides, when we ride on carriages, our guide sits at the front, don't they?"
"Right," He said dumbfoundedly, going back to thinking again.
When the silence is becoming unbearable, his mother finally spoke, "Because, my dear," she explained patiently, "a true leader must always keep watch over their people, not just from the inside, but from the outside too."
She gestured towards the horizon, where the sun up on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water. "By standing at the back of the ship, a captain can see everything that lies ahead, and what their crews are doing," she continued, her voice filled with conviction. "They can anticipate any dangers or obstacles that may come their way and steer their crew to safety."
Oh, Rhaegar's eyes widened with understanding as he listened intently to his mother's words. "But isn't that what the crews do? Protect their leaders? Like you, Muna?"
"We protect one another, my darling," she said, "It is true that people such as Greyworm and Daario will always place our safety, but in return, it's the Captain's duty to lead them to safety from harsh storms. The crews assist the captain and help give him vital information for their next decision," She said, "A true leader must open their perspective and think for the present and the future of their people."
"But what if there is danger ahead?" he asked genuinely.
"Then no matter the tides, the Captain must prepare for it. It is still the Captain's duty to keep everyone on the ship alive and arrive at their destination safely."
"Just like what you are doing, Muna?"
She nodded, "I try to be."
"I think you are, Muna," he answered confidently looking out at the horizon again with a new perspective. Then he turned to the Unsullied Captain, " Skorkydoso tolmiot issi īlon (How far are we)?"
"Daor tolī tolmiot, kesi māzigon gō vēzos ilagon (not too far, we will arrive before sundown)," the Captain answered him, looking at him and quickly back at sea.
Rhaegar began noticing what his mother just said. The Captain is quick to return to his duty and keep a lookout.
"My dear," His Muna called him again, "All I am saying is, you do not have to worry about what lies ahead."
Rhaegar frowned again, going back to his doubtful mind. "Westeros doesn't like us. I don't think we will be welcomed there."
"King Jon has invited us," she said, "It's rude to decline an invitation two days before the Festivals."
"Hmmm," he pursed his lips, feeling sceptical and doubtful again. What if the same thing that happened to them all those years ago happens again?
" If it makes you feel better, Drogon and Rhaegal can give them a 'welcoming' landing."
Rhaegar grinned at her suggestion, "Can we?"
She nodded, "It scared the people of Winterfell."
"Can I ride with you on Drogon?"
"We'll see," she winked at him, "But I too do not want the Houses of Westeros to think that we are some weakling House just because we are not in Westeros."
This time, the fire in the boy ignited again, and he nodded vigorously, "I can't wait to see their faces when they see the biggest dragons alive." This time, he will prove that his family is powerful. He will prove to everyone that he is the heir to the Throne of Essos with the strongest dragons across nations.
Suddenly, Drogon's roar thundered through the air, and Rhaegar's attention was drawn upward, where the magnificent dragon soared with a powerful grace. Everyone looked up as well, including the Captain.
Moments later, Rhaegal added his resonant roar, their combined voices echoing across the waves.
"That's strange," he murmured aloud, his young voice tinged with confusion. "They never do that."
Beside him, his mother made her way to the railing of the ship, the salt-tinged breeze whipping through her hair.
Rhaegar followed her, curiosity piqued by her sudden movement. He stood beside her, gazing out over the vast expanse of water as King's Landing loomed on the horizon.
"What do you see, Mother?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her expression was unreadable as she scanned the horizon, her gaze fixed on the distant city. "I'm not sure, Rhaegar," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But whatever it is, we must be prepared."
"All hands on deck!" The Captain shouted, and the Young Prince could hear people scurrying about already, most likely to their positions.
Rhaegar's eyes narrowed as he strained to see what lay ahead.
As the ship sailed closer to King's Landing, another roar pierced the air, this time from the city itself. Rhaegar's attention snapped back to the horizon, "What was that?"
"Jon did mention that he has dragons," his mother said, still looking in the direction where the roar came from. Not looking at her son.
Just as she said that he saw it.
Three dots emerged from the city, coming closer, beating their wings and coming their way. As it gets closer, their forms become a lot clearer.
Three dragons. A grey, white, and red dragon.
His eyes widening in surprise as the three dragons emerged into view. They seemed diminutive compared to Rhaegal, but their presence was no less imposing.
"So this must be the dragons Jon was talking about," he said.
"But why are they here?" his mother murmured.
This made him nervous, were they tricked?
As if reading his thoughts, Drogon and Rhaegal, ever vigilant, flew closer to the ship, their massive forms acting as protective guardians. Rhaegar felt a surge of reassurance at their presence, knowing that they would keep them safe.
However, the three new dragons had different intentions. Instead of joining Drogon and Rhaegal in their protective stance, they circled the ship, their movements erratic and unpredictable. Rhaegar watched with a mixture of curiosity and caution as they weaved through the sky.
One of the dragons, a sleek grey creature, emerged in front of them. It flew beside the ship and where he and his mother stood. The Grey Dragon's yellow eye looked at them, and its pupils zeroed at Rhaegar, making him nervous.
"Get behind me, Rhaegar," his mother instructed.
He immediately obeyed and stepped back. But he didn't continue.
From the moment he locked his eyes on that dragon, there was a strange feeling inside him that bubbled up. It's as if a door has opened to something…..new. Something more endearing than he had ever felt before. He had never felt something like this with Drogon and Rhaegal.
This feeling is completely new.
The Grey Dragon puffed out smoke from its nostrils and beat its wings again, finally taking off and leaving them all. Its departure is swift and decisive. The other two dragons followed suit, their departure signalling the end of their brief encounter.
Rhaegar watched them fly into the distance, a sense of wonder and curiosity lingering in their wake. What had just transpired remained a mystery, but one thing was certain: the dragons' presence had left an indelible mark on him, igniting a newfound sense of curiosity and intrigue.
"That must be Jon's dragon," his Muna said, there was a hint of awe in her voice. "Must be his way to welcome us."
"Aye," he said softly, still not taking off his eyes from the dragons. Rhaegar couldn't shake the feeling that their encounter with the dragons was something strange, new and….unknown.
"Well, shall we give them our own welcome?"
This time, Rhaegar looked up to her in excitement, "Yes!"
At the Dragonpit
Jon saw the dragons circling the Dragonpit from the balcony of his castle, ready to land.
"It's just as you said, Bran," he said, not looking behind him, "the Dragons can sense hers."
"They have not even met yet, and they have already detected their presence," his brother said, sitting calmly in his wheelchair without any sort of expression of the situation. He has been like this since he returned to Winterfell. He shouldn't be surprised, but his logical sense of strategy is impressive, he must say.
"I did tell them to give them a warm welcome," he chuckled, "Her children will love it." He had seen how Lya perked up at the mention of his dragons and wolves, Rhaegar did not show the same excitement as his sister, but he could see his curiosity. As for Dany, he's not sure. But he saw how she warmed up to the idea that he has dragons. That should be a good start, right?
He should get Ghost and Greywind ready for their welcoming, the twins will be delighted.
"You mean, your children?" he bluntly said.
Jon froze, Bran does have his way of delivering things. He appreciates his honesty, but because of his lack of expression and any sense of feelings, his words become as sharp as Longclaw.
He sighed, "They are, but they do not regard me as their father."
"We shall see," he said, "And so will Queen Daenerys."
At the mention of the Dragon Queen, his scepticism clouded him completely, "I doubt it," not after what he had done.
"She knows her fault too, and you have shown to her that you are their father," he told him, "She is not the same person you met all those years ago, and neither are you."
"No," he said solemnly, thinking of what he had been through in the past. All the pain, the consequences, the burden of being King….. It's overwhelming. One moment he was the King in the North, suddenly he was the King of Westeros. More burden to bear, and more enemies dressed in sheep to face without starting a war. The crown is terribly heavy.
"She will come to see your worth, Jon," His brother said, "You are the only family left for them. A Targaryen alone is a terrible thing."
Jon looked at Bran, unable to utter a word. Truly, Bran is just as quiet as him, but when he speaks, it can move the core of his heart.
"You are their father, Jon, a family needs a father. Just as they need you," he said.
"They don't need me," He murmured, "I'm not…. I can't be what they need because they don't need one," he saw how Dany managed the whole nation after what he heard she had endured. She is capable of ruling without a King.
"We shall see," he answered, "Speak to her, Jon. You'll find that she may not be what you expect. Including her twins."
"I will," he said, before turning away from his brother and leaving him alone, "I was the one who invited her and her family."
King's Landing
The sight of the Targaryen banner fluttering in the breeze drew astonished gazes from the city's inhabitants, whispers of awe and wonder rippling through the crowd.
Dany could not hear what the locals said, but she could feel what they were saying from the look of their eyes. It was either curiosity or fear.
At the corner of her eyes, she noticed her daughter looked uncomfortable. She looked outside, but her body seemed to fidget. Her hands twisted in her lap as she took in the sights and sounds of the city.
Dany couldn't help but chuckle at how similar her twins are. Just a moonturn ago, they were excited to join a festival, but now that they are here, they look like they are ready to head back home.
"It's alright, Lyanna," The Queen Mother said softly, reaching out to squeeze her daughter's hand reassuringly. She looked up to see Muna smiling at her, "Don't let your fear cloud your mind, sweetling. Chin up, you are a Dragon Princess. We do not cower at the back of shores in invitations."
Lyanna nodded, her expression still tinged with nervousness but a glimmer of determination shone in her eyes before turning back to the window and watching the scenery pass by.
"King's Landing seems to have changed since we have last been here, Your Grace," Missandei noted as she looked out the window with Rhaegar, "At least, when we saw the surface of the city."
"Now that their King is Jon Snow, perhaps things have gotten another turn," her Mother replied, "Perhaps we shall see what other developments have gotten so far since King Jon took over."
"Perhaps it would be like yours," her trusty Hand told her, "Prosperous."
Dany smiled, thankful for how her supportive friend is always there to encourage her. If it weren't for Missandei, she's not sure how much she could go through being a Queen and a Mother all at the same time. "Thank you, my friend."
Missandei offered her a sympathetic smile, "It's understandable," she said gently. "So much has happened since then. But now that we're back, and with an ally all the way in Westeros, perhaps we can protect Essos better."
This was one of the advantages of reforging the relationship between Essos and Westeros. Westeros have advanced mechanisms that Essos lacked, which could help Essos better such as soil plantations and battle equipment.
But she knows Missandei better. Her friend is up to something that has something to do with her and her former lover. She was the one who encouraged her to speak to Jon and make peace with the past. She was the one who encouraged her to consider many things involving the man who hurt her in the past, including the possibility that they might come back together again. If anyone knows her better, it's Missandei. And while she didn't say this vocally, especially in front of the children, Dany had spent enough time with Missandei to know what she was getting at.
The Dragon Queen could only sigh as she clasped her hands together, "Yes, Missandei. Yes, we can."
Above the carriage, the loud roars from Drogon and Rhaegal can be heard, making the people around them gasp. A huge shadow engulfed them for a while, and then another followed before it disappeared again.
"Another dragon?" she heard someone shout outside.
"Seven hells, it's bigger than King Jon's!"
"That's our surprise?" Rhaegar's face lit up and the sight of the dragons before turning to his mother.
She smiled, remembering the time she too felt the same way as her twins when she arrived at Winterfell. Their unwelcoming to her and her armies was palpable, it was as if they never wanted her to help them. She was an outsider to them, a stranger, an unwanted visitor even when their King invited her. It's as if they didn't want to give her any respect, or appreciation or acknowledge her that she is a Queen.
But Drogon made sure that they knew it. Drogon and Rhaegal, her two dragons left in this world. She wished Viserion was still alive, flying along with Rhaegal as they had all those years ago. But…..
She shook her head. Now is not the time to mourn. Viserion wouldn't want this for her, she knew it. She must focus to show that she is the Dragon Queen.
And so, she smiled at her son, "Yes," she answered, "When I arrived in Winterfell all those years ago, Drogon and Rhaegal were quite vocal about our presence."
"I wish you could've seen the look on the Northerns' faces, my young Prince," Missandei giggled, "One moment they were wondering if she really was the Dragon Queen, and the next they were scurrying for their lives."
She chuckled, it appeared that she was not the only one fond of that memory. Now, she wished she could've protected her armies properly back then, even after the battle, and today, "Yes, I suppose so."
"That must have been amazing, Muna," Rhaegar exclaimed with joy, "Do you think the other Houses know that we are here too?"
"Oh, I have no doubt, my Young Prince," Missandei said, "With a roar such as Drogon and Rhaegal's combined, the whole of Westeros would know of your presence. Not just Kings and Queen."
Jon stood at the threshold of the Red's Keep, waiting for Daenerys's carriage as it marched up to the castle.
Normally, he would receive guests upon his throne. They would come to the throne room and greet him, bearing him gifts or news. Dull, to be honest. Most placed a facade to gain his favour, he can smell it.
But for this case, he played his card differently. Everyone knew that Queen Daenerys Targaryen came to Westeros all those years ago for the throne, yet Jon is the one sitting on it now. He also doubted that the locals here would take her well, especially seeing a direct descendant of the Mad King is now in their lands. Jon didn't want her to feel as if he was provoking her that he had the throne now. And besides, this would be the first House that had not been into a Harvest Festival.
Thus, he decided to approach the Dragon Queen differently, to make her feel a lot more welcome. Perhaps later on, when everyone has gathered, then she can see him upon the Iron Throne, as a tradition when announcements were to be made.
When the powerful roar of the two dragons echoed the entire King's Landing, and perhaps the whole of Westeros, he knew that she had arrived. He had made himself presentable, and had Ghost and Greywind come to him. He would expect Lyanna would be quite delighted to see her furry friends.
He was also accompanied by Ser Jaime and Ser Davos, walking closely beside him as loyal Kingsguard and Hand. "I never thought I'd see the day that Daenerys Targaryen would come back to these shores," Ser Jaime told him.
His relationship with Jon is like friends, thus, it's common for Ser Jaime to speak freely to him. From what he had heard, Ser Jaime forced his hand to kill the Mad King to prevent the whole city from being burned. And his confrontation with his Uncle Ned Stark was more of a 'friendly' match than hostile, which he would much prefer.
Jon trusts him. He has honour in him, unlike his sly sister, which he reluctantly allowed her execution.
"I suppose, as the saying goes when it is meant to be, then it will come," Ser Davos answered playfully.
Jon frowned, "None of that now, Davos," he said to his advisor, "They are here on peace terms to join this Harvest Festival, and I would prefer to let it be that way."
"Yes, of course, Your Grace," Ser Davos said with an amused tone, "Though I have to say, I am curious about how the other Houses would take her presence."
"Well, Lord Baratheon took the news quite well. The same goes for Arya," Ser Jaime mentioned, "Lady Greyjoy too. Lord Aryn and Lord Tully didn't seem to mind either, perhaps it's because he felt that his House didn't have much association with hers. But as for the rest….well…." He trailed off, for everyone knows the answer.
Sansa's outburst was representative of the rest.
"They all will just going to have to get used to it," Jon stated firmly, tired of how people told him how to run a festival. "I am the King, and I shall invite anyone I please."
"Of course, we have no object on that, Your Grace," Ser Davos said, "Though I do wonder if we must tighten our security around Queen Daenerys because of this."
This made Jon turn to him, astounded by what he suggested, "What are you getting at? You can't be serious that there would be an assassination attempt?"
"We shall speak further, later on, Your Grace. Right now, the Queen is arriving," Ser Davos murmured.
As in queue, the carriage of Queen Daenerys arrived. Ser Connington, on a horse, trotted beside the carriage, Greyworm in the other. The rest of her Unsullied armies also followed behind.
Ser Connington dismounted his horse and strides to the door of the carriage, opening it. Jon braced himself.
The Dragon Queen stepped out of the carriage with delicacy and grace. She wore the same black dress and Targaryen chains with three-headed dragons on the left side of her chest, just as she did all those years ago. Though he can see that there are some upgrades. She has a pouldron now, bearing the upper jaw of a dragon, priding the fierceness of her House creature, just like his.
Following shortly are the twins. Young Lyanna, just like her mother, wore a black dress, but with a hint of red on her sleeves. The Targaryen symbol is on the right side of her chest. Young Rhaegar, on the other hand, wore both red and black, but just like his mother, he wore a dragon pauldron, though a smaller size. They all symbolized the little family of the Targaryen.
Pity, they do not have a man of the House, he thought in his mind.
"Welcome, Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen, to King's Landing," Jon said with a respectful nod, his voice carrying a note of genuine warmth, keeping things diplomatic. As he was saying this, Missandei got down from the carriage too, assisted by Greyworm. "It's an honour to have you and your children here. My court and I are grateful that you are here, and we hope that your visit here can strengthen our relationship between Essos and Westeros"
Queen Daenerys returned his greeting with a gracious smile, her eyes alight with appreciation. "The honour is all mine, Your Grace," she replied, her tone warm and sincere. "I too hope that it would come to that," she then turned to her twins, "Go on."
The twins, sensing the excitement in the air, joined in the greeting, offering polite nods of their own before turning their attention to Jon.
"Hello, Your Grace," Lyanna said, her voice soft but filled with respect.
Rhaegar followed suit, his expression earnest of the two. "It's an honour to see you again, Your Grace," he said, his voice tinged with awe.
Jon smiled warmly at the twins, touched by their politeness. "The honour is all mine, my young Prince and Princess" he replied, his voice gentle. "Welcome to King's Landing, Prince and Princess of Essos. I trust your journey was well."
The Princess nodded, "The winds were kind, your Grace."
Before Jon could ask any further, his two shadows took several steps forward. He doubted that they hadn't noticed Ghost and Greywind, for their presence was also quite noticeable being the only non-human in the area aside from the horses. But it seems the two direwolves did not want to be left out of the conversation.
Everyone's gazes turned to Ghost and Greywind, even the Queen blinked at the sight of them. As for the twins, curiosity sparked in their eyes as they gazed at the direwolves, and Jon took the opportunity to introduce them.
"Princess Lyanna, Prince Rhaegar," he said gently, gesturing towards the direwolves, "allow me to introduce you to Ghost and Greywind. My daily… land companions," he improvised, wanting to impress them.
"Oh," the Princess said, looking back at Greywind, "Hello, boy!"
As if they understood that their introduction was finished, Ghost and Greywind approached the twins, their movements graceful and controlled. The twins watched in delight as the direwolves sniffed them, their tails wagging in greeting.
"Hello, Greywind," Lyanna said with a wide smile, reaching out to gently stroke the direwolf's ear. "It's so great to see you again."
Rhaegar echoed his sister's sentiment, his eyes shining with excitement as he petted Ghost's head. His hand looked tiny on the white direwolf's head. "They're amazing," he exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder.
Jon smiled proudly as he watched the interaction between the twins and the direwolves, a sense of warmth and belonging settling over them. At that moment, he knew that they were not just guests in his castle—they were family. And with Ghost and Greywind at their side, he was confident that they would create lasting memories together.
"Now, I would've loved to stay here and chat all day," Jon interrupted their time together, and turned to Daenerys, "But I believe that your travel had been long and exhausting. We have rooms prepared already for you and your company, along with some food. I hope that it should suffice after your long journey."
"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Grace," the Dragon Queen said to him.
"I'm afraid that can wait," he replied, "My council requested to meet with you tonight, that is, if you do not mind."
"Not at all, I would very much prefer to be familiarized with your members. Especially when I meet with the Lords of the Houses here."
"That we can assist," Ser Davos chimed behind Jon, making him turn around. The Onion Knight sounded very delighted with this meeting. Not that he expected this, but he is rather fond of this meeting rather than their regular ones. "Come, I shall lead you to your rooms."
Jon quirked a brow to him, this is definitely new. Most of the time, he would summon servants to escort their guests. But then again, he wanted Dany to feel welcome. He is planning something, he is sure of it. But he can't let any discomfort fall upon the little Targaryen family, and Ser Davos never means any harm to people. All he can do now is trust his gut.
He nodded, "Of course, we shall speak soon," at the last word, his eyes turned to the Dragon Queen.
"Yes," she said and walked towards his Hand, following his lead. The children followed shortly, leaving their furry friends behind.
But of course, Greywind had another thing in mind.
Unlike Ghost, who stood still, his pup followed the Princess padding beside her.
Jon groaned, "This again? Greywind to me."
But the direwolf wouldn't budge or listen. He only leaned closer to the Princess.
"I don't mind, Your Grace," she said to him, "Is it alright if he comes with me for a while?"
Who is he to deny her? "If the mutt doesn't bother you."
She nodded, eyes twinkling with excitement. "Alright," her head turned to the wolf and she pats his furry head, "I missed you, Greywind!"
The grey direwolf barked happily, he wagged his tail and brought his head under her arm as if wanting some hugs. Thankfully, the princess obliged, pulling his head towards her before Greywind licked her face. "You're slobbery!"
The direwolf barked before pulling away and striding to her brother, licking his cheek. The Young Prince yelped, "Woaa, hello. It's been a while, boy." Rhaegar pats his head.
"Come along now, sweetlings," Their mother called them, "You are falling behind."
"Yes, Muna," the twins exclaimed, following closely behind her. Greywind followed along as if he too had been from Essos.
Jon watched the twins interact with his direwolf, feeling his heart warmed at the sight of the family. He had watched them during his time at Essos, but never to this extent.
"Are you alright, Your Grace?" Ser Jaime inquired, his voice laced with genuine care.
Jon nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I am," he replied, his gaze lingering on the spot where the carriage had disappeared from view. "It's just... seeing them together is just….." Jon couldn't find the words that describe the beautiful scene in front of him.
Ser Jaime nodded, his gaze following Jon's. "I understand, Your Grace," he murmured, a note of reverence in his voice. "Afterall, they both share your blood," he whispered, his tone rather genuine.
The King pursed his lips, "Was this what you saw when Jared was born?"
"Aye," He chuckled, "And I knew then and there that should anyone dare harm or exploit my child would have their throats cut."
"Spoken like a true Kingsguard," Jon chuckled.
"I am a sworn protector to my family and the King I serve," he nodded.
"Be careful what you wish for, Ser Jaime. You did not heed your words with the Mad King," Jon reminded him. Though he had to give him some credit for the bravery he had done for the good of the realm.
"My apologies, but I know that you will be a good king for the realm," the Kingsguard chuckled. "King Jaeherys reigned peacefully, perhaps you share his trait."
"I hope so," he said.
"Well, in any case, our first task would be to introduce Queen Daenerys without causing war in the council," Ser Jaime reminded to him the urgent matter that was in his mind when they spoke together before, "What shall we do, Your Grace?"
Could Ser Davos be right? That Dany and the twins may not be safe here? People accepted his role as King largely because he still had the blood of a Stark, and they did not see a Targaryen in him until his dragons were born.
But Daenerys is a pure-blood Targaryen, no doubt the people who lived to see the Mad King could see the uncanny resemblance in his daughter. Worst of all, Lyanna takes after her mother. All her features aside from her eyes spell Targaryen, she could be a perfect innocent target to any assassins. Just as her mother once experienced as a child her age.
If what his Hand says is right, then he must act quickly.
Jon turned to face Ser Jaime, his expression serious. "Jaime, I need you to find my sister," he said, his tone urgent. "I need to speak with her immediately."
Ser Jaime's brow furrowed in concern at Jon's request, but he recovered quickly and bowed, "At once, Your Grace," And at that, Ser Jaime hurried off to carry out Jon's command, striding up the stairs like a lion ready to patrol his territory for his pride and vanished behind the great doors of the Red Keep.
"It's good to see you again, My Queen," Ser Davos exclaimed to her as he led her and her companions through the halls of the Red Keep.
"Ser Davos," Daenerys replied with a smile, inclining her head in acknowledgement. "It's been far too long." Of all the people of Westeros aside from Jon, she is a lot more comfortable speaking with this elderly man. Not only was he good to her, he also didn't judge her on her father's past. He was willing to give her a chance.
The Onion Knight straightened, his eyes reflecting genuine curiosity. "How did your travels fare My Queen?"
She chuckled, "I had forgotten what was like to sail for such a long time," she confessed, "When I travel anywhere, most of the time it would be on dragonback, and my armies would come shortly."
"Now that is quite an interesting trip" he said, "I hope it is just as good as flying?"
"Seasickness aside, yes," she answered. "King Jon's dragons also gave us quite a welcome."
"Ahh, yes. I have to say that that was their first time welcoming such guests. Normally, they do not do that."
"Oh," She looked at him astounded. The dragons never greeted anyone? She can say for herself that her own dragons didn't do that as well at that age to anyone too. "Were they under King Jon's command?"
Ser Davos thought for a while, looking up and thinking before opening his mouth to answer, "I can't say for certain, but I did see him speaking to his dragons this morning. Though I can't say what he told them, since he spoke Valyrian, and I must say, my Valyrian is still poor. So I can't determine what he said."
Does Jon speak Valyrian now? That came as a shock for Dany, for no one spoke that language but her in here. He sure has been practising for his dragons. "I see."
"His Grace has made sure that your dragons too will be comfortable during your time here," he mentioned, "I hope His Grace's dragons and yours will get along well. After all, they are the last of their kind."
"I hope so too, Ser Davos," she agreed.
Ser Davos gave her a genuine smile, one she had not received from any of the locals here aside from the King. He then looked forward, "Ahh, and here we are," he exclaimed fondly, and he opened the door.
The room was adorned with rich tapestries depicting scenes from Westerosi history, their vibrant colours adding warmth to the stone walls. A grand canopy bed draped in luxurious silks stood against one wall, its wooden frame intricately carved with dragons and other regal symbols. Opposite the bed, a large fireplace crackled with a welcoming fire, its mantel adorned with ornate candlesticks and a beautifully detailed dragon sculpture.
Near the windows, which offered a stunning view of King's Landing, a large wooden table was set with fine china and silverware, surrounded by plush chairs. The floor was covered with a thick, intricately patterned carpet, its colours complementing the room's overall theme of opulence and grandeur.
The twins, Lyanna and Rhaegar, gazed around the room in awe, their eyes wide with wonder at the splendour that surrounded them.
"This is our room?" Lyanna gasped in awe as she ran to the centre of the huge chamber. Greywind followed shortly beside him.
"It looks like Muna' room!" Her twin exclaimed as he ran towards the window, looking at the landscape.
Daenerys turned to Ser Davos, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Are you sure this is meant for a guest?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief at the grandeur of the accommodations.
Ser Davos smiled warmly, shaking his head. "No, Your Grace," he replied, his tone respectful. "This room once belonged to Prince Rhaegar."
Daenerys's eyes widened slightly at the revelation, her gaze drifting around the room with a newfound sense of reverence. "Prince Rhaegar," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of awe and respect. "I mean no disrespect, but I'm certain that this room shouldn't be used for us."
"On the contrary," Ser Davos's eyes twinkled, "The King insisted."
She quirked a brow, "The King?"
"After all, you have three children to be with," Ser Davos inclined his head, his expression reflecting his understanding.
"But why?" she asked, "I'm sure there are other rooms that we could be housed in."
"As you know, the Targaryens had quite a family, many children. Ever since King Jon knew that this was where his father used to sleep, he preferred to keep it as it was. Only coming here when he needed time alone from everything."
"Then I'm certain he would want it back."
Ser Davos smiled, as if slyly, "Things changed when he came back from Essos. He believed the direct family of a Targaryen should be here."
"Oh," That's the only thing Dany could say, she was still astounded by the knowledge that Jon would let her feel close to her direct family.
The Hand of the King bowed respectfully at her, "It is an honour to have you here, Your Grace," he said sincerely, seemingly not wanting her to ask further about the room. "I will ask the servants to bring your food here. If you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask. I shall come back here when the council meeting is about to start."
Daenerys blinked at how casual he was to dismiss the subject. But since he insisted, she can't decline. After all, where else can she be? She nodded, a grateful smile touching her lips. "Thank you, Ser Davos," she said softly.
Ser Davos bowed politely, "I'll see you later, My Queen," And at that, he closed the door and left the family for themselves.
Daenerys turned to her children, who were still exploring the room with eager curiosity. Lyanna came up to her eagerly, a wide smile plastered on her face, "Muna! Is it really true that this was where Uncle Rhaegar stayed? Are we really in the chambers of the Targaryens?"
"It appears so, dear," she answered.
"Muna, Lya, look," Rhaegar called, turning back from where he was at the window, "I can see the whole of King's Landing from here!"
"I wanna see!" Lya exclaimed excitedly and ran to her brother's side, the direwolf beside her reflected her excitement. "Woah, is this what our tutor said that the heir must be prepared for the throne?"
She watched them with a sense of contentment, feeling a deep connection to the legacy of her family and her current one. But this couldn't have happened if it weren't for Jon.
Jon Snow, the true heir to the Iron Throne. The son of a Stark and a Targaryen, who once loved her, who fathered her children.
Jon, just what are you planning? But now, she can only appreciate the hospitality and welcome Jon tried to make her and the twins feel. She finally nodded to her daughter, "I suppose so, dear."
After a warm bath, a quick meal, and some rest, she left the twins for their nap and Dany found herself wandering around the hallways of Red Keep, her supposed home.
Funny how long ago she wanted to come back here, then she changed her mind, and now here she is. She has been curious about what her 'home' may have looked like. Would there be the red door with the lemon tree? Though she doubted that. Perhaps she'll see the gardens later to see if they do have that tree, for now, she'd like to see this whole castle where her ancestors used to rule.
She first passed by the Great Hall, where the one thing she was once obsessed about is looking straight at her. She froze, looking at the object with awe and somehow…fear. This was the seat of her ancestors, the place from which they had ruled the Seven Kingdoms. Men had fought countless battles and wars just for this chair. Most never even reached their old age. The thought of that gave her the creeps and she quickly scurried away, continuing her journey.
She passed by more rooms and halls, inspecting the surface. She passed by several guards and servants, most bowed respectfully. But she can also see the awe, curiosity and fear in their eyes. She shouldn't be surprised, for it has been long since Westeros had seen a pure dragon blood.
The Dragon Queen only nodded in acknowledgement at them and continued her study of her ancestral home. Judging on how old these buildings are, her ancestors truly worked hard to make this a legacy. Unlike Essos where most were built under scarce materials and lack of aesthetics, the Red Keep's strong held bricks, the unique design of beautifully and carefully carved wood and stones. It's just exquisite.
About sometime later, the Dragon Queen stopped in a certain area that caught her attention. A place of solace and peace.
The Godswood, a serene and sacred space that seemed worlds apart from the bustling castle. Much like in Mereen, the Godswood here was a tranquil haven, filled with ancient trees and the soft rustling of leaves. The heart tree stood at its centre, its white bark and red leaves glowing softly in the moonlight.
Daenerys approached the heart tree, her steps slow and reverent as if not wanting to wake the souls that lingered quietly in this sacred place. She gazed up at the carved face on the tree, its eyes seeming to watch her with a timeless wisdom. The sense of peace and history that emanated from the Godswood was palpable.
For some reason, she almost felt like home. She can't remember the last time someone told her about a tree with a face or anything about a heart tree, where people used to pray here. It's amazing how one can feel at home without having any knowledge about something. In her heart, she just knew that she was meant to be here.
As she stood there, lost in thought, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning, she saw King Jon walking towards her, his expression warm and curious.
"Do you like the tree?" Jon asked softly, his voice carrying a note of genuine interest.
Daenerys smiled, her eyes still fixed on the heart tree. "It's beautiful," she replied, her voice filled with wonder. "There's something so ancient and peaceful about this place."
Jon nodded, stepping closer to stand beside her. "The godswood has always been a place of reflection and solace," he said quietly. "It's where people come to seek guidance and find peace. The heart tree is especially sacred."
"Ser Davos mentioned that you used our place for that instead," She remarked.
"Ahh, that," Jon said sheepishly, "Well, sometimes I feel that if I do that, I'd feel closer to my father."
Dany's heart warmed at what he just said. Of all leaders she had met, Jon was perhaps one who truly respected his father. And not just any father, her brother. Everywhere she turned, it was always insults or smears about her family.
But not from this man.
Daenerys turned to look at Jon, her expression thoughtful. "Do you come here often then?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"When I feel that my father's room is too far, my feet will lead me here," Jon admitted, his gaze fixed on the heart tree. "There's something about this place that helps me think more clearly. It also reminds me of the godswood in Winterfell."
Daenerys nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can see why you find it comforting," she said softly.
Jon smiled at her words, a sense of shared understanding passing between them. "It's called the Heart Tree," he suddenly explained to her. "It's a weirwood, an ancient tree that the children of the forest believed held mystical powers. They say the Old Gods of the forest still watch over us through the faces carved into the bark."
Daenerys listened intently, her eyes flicking between Jon and the heart tree, captivated by the lore he shared. "The children of the forest?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. She has yet to hear about this side of the story. Just how much of Westeros's lore she had missed?
Jon nodded. "Yes, they were the original inhabitants of Westeros, long before the First Men arrived. The weirwoods were sacred to them, and they carved faces into the trees to honour the Old Gods. The heart trees, like this one, are particularly significant. They're considered a direct connection to the divine."
Daenerys stepped closer to the heart tree, reaching out to touch its smooth, pale bark. "It's incredible," she murmured, feeling the weight of its ancient history beneath her fingertips. "It feels like it's watching over us, just as you said."
Jon smiled at her reaction, his eyes softening. "The Northerners still hold the Old Gods in high regard," he continued. "The heart tree is a place of worship, a place to seek guidance and find peace. It's where important vows are made, and where people come to reflect on their lives and decisions."
Dany turned to face him, her expression thoughtful, "Have you made any vows here?" she asked gently.
Jon nodded, his gaze drifting to the carved face on the tree. "I have," he admitted. "When I became the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and later, when I accepted the mantle of King in the North. This tree has seen many promises, many oaths sworn in its presence."
Daenerys felt a deep sense of respect for the traditions Jon held dear. "It's beautiful," she said softly.
Jon looked at Daenerys, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "You know, if you wanted, we could arrange to have a heart tree planted in Essos," he suggested, his voice sincere. "It might be a meaningful addition to your home there."
Daenerys smiled at the gesture, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Your Grace," she replied warmly. "But I'm afraid the intense sun in Essos would probably wilt it. The air is so different from here."
The way she said 'Your Grace' seems to make him uncomfortable. She could tell by the way he shifted awkwardly. But what else can she do? It's her first time after a long time in Westeros, she can't let words get out on how close she is to Jon. Not when they are trying to repair their friendship.
Jon then nodded, seemingly understanding the practicality of her response. "You're right," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "The weirwoods are accustomed to the cooler, shadier environments of Westeros. It might not thrive in Essos."
Dany stepped closer to the heart tree, her fingers lightly tracing the carved face. "But I do appreciate the offer," she said, turning to look at him.
"Perhaps we can find something similar that would flourish in Essos—a symbol of our connection to Westeros," he said. "We'll find something that can represent the unity between our lands and our people, say… a lemon tree?"
She froze at the mention of the lemon tree. Just moments ago she was thinking about it, and yet….
All this time he remembered. He remembered the most precious thing she wished to see. He treated her precious children so beautifully that it hurts. Waves of guilt began to creep inside her, how could she give up telling him about the twins after all this time? How could she treat this man….no. She was using him back then for the throne, she couldn't see what they both had.
The King suddenly looked at her with concern, "Is there something wrong?"
The Dragon Queen shook her head, trying to compose herself. She hoped that she didn't look like she was crying. "Yes, yes. I'm alright. It's just….well…it's been a long day….," she suddenly stuttered, it's never like her to stutter. She is the Dragon Queen for god's sake, but the mention of her favourite childhood home nearly brought her to tears. She has to go, "I'm sorry, left my twins alone, I must return to them."
He nodded understandingly, "Of course, allow me to escort you there…."
"No, no. It's fine. I'm certain you must prepare for the council meeting." Gods, why is he like this to her?
"I have prepared what I need," he stepped closer to her, holding her hand gently, "Queen Daenerys of Essos, calm down. Allow me to escort you back to your chambers, this castle is huge."
No. This is too close. Everything came back together again. The last time he was this close, she lost the people she held dear, and her twins suffered for it.
She immediately shook her head, "I know my way." She tried to pull away, but his hand was firm yet gentle all at the same time. Damn this man.
He took a step closer, his voice soft and reassuring. "Dany, I understand if you're feeling uneasy. But please, let me walk you back. I want to make sure you're safe and comfortable."
Daenerys hesitated, her emotions warring within her. She didn't want to appear weak, but the thought of being alone with him stirred memories she couldn't ignore. Yet, as she looked into Jon's eyes, she saw only concern and care.
"I... it's just that..." she began, struggling to find the words.
Jon reached out, his hand hovering near hers in support. "It's alright, Queen Daenerys," he said gently, "You don't have to explain. I just want to be there for you. Let me help."
Taking a deep breath, Daenerys nodded slowly. "As Your Grace wishes," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, "The safety of my guests is always my priority, my Queen. Especially you and the children."
She felt her cheek flush and her heart beating rapidly, but mostly the fear she had long ago still lingers. She's not sure how to handle it. So she simply said, "Thank you."
Jon offered her a reassuring smile and offered his arm for her to take. She hesitantly took it, feeling his strong muscular arm that she once felt before. Then, both King and Queen left the Godswood.
As they moved through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, Jon maintained a respectful distance even when she was still holding his arm, allowing her the space she needed while ensuring she felt protected.
The journey was quiet, the silence between them filled with unspoken understanding. By the time they reached her chambers, Daenerys felt a sense of calm settle over her, the earlier tension easing away.
"Here we are," Jon said softly, stopping at the door to her quarters. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call on me. Otherwise, I will see you in the Council meeting."
Daenerys felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The safety of her chambers was inviting, but the memories of past traumas lingered. She looked at Jon awkwardly, but all she saw in his face was genuine care, no signs of betrayal or confusion like they had years ago. She should be safe with him. Yet, a part of her still felt uneasy, and she couldn't shake the worry that being alone with him brought back.
"Thank you, Your Grace," she said, her voice steadying as she forced a smile. "I appreciate it. I'll see you at the council meeting tonight."
Jon's concern deepened, but he nodded, respecting her boundaries. "Of course, Queen Daenerys," he replied gently.
"Good day," she said hastily, slipping into her room and closing the door behind her.
Inside, Daenerys leaned against the door, taking a deep breath. She appreciated Jon's kindness and understanding, but the lingering shadows of her past made it hard to fully relax.
Jon is so kind. He is so very kind. But the things she had been through with him stopped her from falling for him. It was so intense it scared her. So scared to be heartbroken again by this simple man and King. How can she handle this?
She resolved to push through it, knowing that she needed to be strong for herself and for her children.
As the door to Daenerys's chambers closed, Jon stood for a moment in the dimly lit corridor, reflecting on their exchange and the last thing he saw on her face.
He had sensed her hesitation, the lingering fear and uncertainty that clouded her usually resolute demeanour. It pained him to see her like this, knowing the strength she carried within and the burdens she carried.
Jon turned and began walking back towards his own quarters, his mind heavy with thoughts of Daenerys. He understood why she felt uneasy; the scars of their past were deep, and trust was a fragile thing, easily shattered and painstakingly rebuilt.
As he walked, the quiet of the castle allowed his thoughts to wander back to the Godswood. The way Daenerys had looked at the heart tree, with awe and curiosity, had reminded him of why he cared so deeply for her. She was a remarkable woman, resilient and compassionate, with a spirit that had endured so much yet remained unbroken.
He reached his chambers and paused before entering, his resolve hardening. "I will keep you safe, Dany," he whispered, "I will keep you all safe in my home. Our home."
Some of these scenes were inspired by House of the Dragon itself, such as the dragons greetings.
I wanted Jon to be a little more badass here, so s'cuse me.
And I also wanted them to talk, but they need an ice-breaking, and talking about the twins and the day they left wouldn't be appropriate on the first day. So I made Jon like the tour guide of the Red Keep. Let's see where it goes.
Again, if anyone would like to co-write with me, go on ahead :)
Do remember to comment and review, it keeps me motivated :)