Author Note: I don't own Game of Thrones or any of the characters. I only own the plot of the story and a few characters, which are my own.

Summary: The last surviving members of House Targaryen are reunited on Dragonstone. A what-if of Jon knowing his parentage before he sails for Dragonstone.

Chapter 1

Winterfell, the North

303 AC.

A moon after they retook Winterfell, which they very nearly didn't thanks to Sansa keeping the information about the Knights of the Vale from him. That nearly led to his death and had played a part in Rickon's death.

A part of Jon believed Sasna hadn't wanted either of them to survive that day. For what reason did she want them both dead? Jon had no clue. Did Jon trust his half-sister? No, not after the stunt with the Knights of the Vale.

She and Lord Baelish had been very chummy since the Lord Protector of the Vale had arrived the day after what people called the Battle of the Bastards. Since his death and resurrection. Jon found it hard to trust people.

The only people he ever really trusted were Ser Davos, Maester Aemon, Tormund, and the Free Folkes. Ghost had stayed closer to Jon since he had come back from the dead. A part of himself had died in that courtyard of Castle Black.

That day, he found himself sitting at the high table, with Sansa sitting beside him. Ser Davos and Maester Aemon sat to one side.

The Lords of the Vale were fighting with the Free Folk again.

"You cannot expect the Knights of the Vale to side with Wilding Invaders," Lord Yohn Royce, lord of Runestone, also known as Bronze Yohn, glared at the Free Folks.

"We didn't invade; we were invited." Tormund glared back at him.

"Not by me."

"The Free Folk, the Northerners, and the Knights of the Vale fought bravely, and we won. House Bolton is no more. My father used to say we find our true friends on the battlefield," Jon said, not breaking eye contact with Tormund while doing so.

"The Boltons are dead; the war is over. Winter is coming. And if the maesters are right, it will be the coldest winter in a thousand years. I say we return home to wait out the coming storms."

"The war is far from over, friend. The real enemy will not wait out the storm. It feels neither cold nor hungry, nor does it sleep. He brings the storm. The Night King and Whitewalker armies have returned.

If we do not stand together and fight him, this winter will last for all eternity; he will not stop with the North; he and his army of the dead will sweep across the seven kingdoms like it's nothing." Jon stood up from his seat.

The Northern Lords started to mutter among themselves. Lady Lyanna Mormont stood up.

"Your son was butchered at the Red Wedding, Lord Manderly, but you refused the call. And you, Lord Glover, your house swore allegiance to House Stark, yet you refused the call. Your father was skinned alive by Ramsay Bolton, and Lord Cerwyn, yet you still refused the call.

House Mormont remembers, and the North remembers. We know no King but the King in the North, whose name is Stark. I don't care if he's a bastard; Ned Stark's blood flows through his veins. " What the. They were naming him King in the North?

"While I admire your rather passionate speech, Lady Mormont, Jon Snow is a bastard. A member of the Night's Watch, and if I recall correctly, those vows are for life. And his true-born sister would be ahead of him in the line of succession." Little Finger smirked in his direction.

"A woman who has married both a Lannister and a Bolton. Bastard, he may be, but he is just as much a Stark as his brothers were," Lady Mormont fired back.

"That's not entirely true." Someone spoke up from the back of the crowd.

"My lords. My name is Lord Howland Reed, Lord of Greywater Watch. I have with me the Last Will and Testament of the late King in the North Robb Stark. If I may read it,

I Robb Stark First of My Name, King in the North, do hereby write the following Royal Decree.

I remove my sister Sansa Lannister, nee Stark, from the line of succession or any children she bears.

I name and legitimize my brother Jon Snow, to be known as Jon Stark. As my heir till I have a son of my own. I hereby release him from his vows to the Night Watch. Even if my brothers Bran and Rickon are alive, I still name Jon Snow, to be known as Jon Stark, as my heir.

Witnessed and signed by Robb Stark King in the North, Lady Meage Mormont, Lord of Bear Island, Lord Jason Mallister, Lord of Seagard, Lord Galbart Glover, Lord of Deepwood Motte, and Lord Jon Umber, Lord of Last Heath.' " Lord Reed finished reading Robb's will.

There was a low murmur at the news of Robb's will and its contents.

"Stark or Snow, it makes no difference to me. He is my king from this day till the end of his days."

"Lady Mormont speaks harshly but fairly. My son died with Robb Stark, the Young Wolf. I didn't think we'd find another king in our lifetime. I didn't commit my men to your cause because I didn't want more Manderlys dying for nothing. But I was wrong." Lord Manderly paused for a second before.

"Jon Snow, Jon Stark, his name matters, not to me. He avenged the Red Wedding. He is the White Wolf." Lord Manderly unsheathed his sword, raising it into the air.

"The King in the North." He knelt

"The White Wolf." Another cried.

"I didn't fight beside you on the field of battle. I will regret that till my dying day. A man can only admit when he was wrong and ask for forgiveness."

"There is nothing to forgive, my lord," Jon answered. You're not forgiven, nor do I forget.

"There will be more fights to come. House Glover will stand with House Stark" Robett and his brother, Galbart Glover, stood up. "As we have for a thousand years. I will stand behind Jon Stark. The King in the North"

All of the Lords and Ladies stood in the Great Hall chanting 'The King in the North'. Jon didn't glance beside him to know Sansa wasn't pleased. He didn't miss the looks between her and Littlefinger.

It was late when Jon retired to bed that night. He has rarely slept since he came back from the dead. He was haunted by that night at Castle Black. He'd been killed by his own men. That night, he drifted off to sleep more easily than the other night, for some reason.

A tall tower loomed over them.

A few soldiers with armor bearing the Sigle of House Targaryen stood around the tower, guarding it.

The sound of galloping horses. Caught Jon's ear. A group of men dismounted. Jon recognized a younger version of his father, Eddard 'Ned' Stark. He was flanked by five other men.

"Ser Arthur Dayne," Jon uttered to himself, recognizing the famed Sword of the Morning. Jon had heard the story of how Ned had defeated Arthur Dayne in combat countless times.

"Lord Stark," Ser Arthur said first, breaking the silence.

"I looked for you on the Trident." The younger Ned stood firm.

"We weren't there," Dayne responded with a mere shrug of the shoulders.

"And if we had, your friend Robert would be lying beneath the ground." Dayne's companion all but growled.

"The Mad King is dead. Rhaegar lies beneath the ground. Why weren't you there to protect you, Prince?" Ned questioned.

"Our Prince wanted us here," Dayne replied, not moving.

"Where's my sister?" Ned demanded.

"I wish you good fortune in the wars to come." Dayne placed his helmet on his head. "Now it begins." He pulled both swords from their scabbards.

" No. Now it ends," Ned replied, drawing his own sword.

Despite the odds not being in their favor and being outnumbered six to two, Dayne and his companion held their own. Dayne cut down one of Ned's men across the stomach.

Ned stabbed Dayne's companion through the neck. Now Dayne was outnumbered five to one. He was surrounded. In a blur, Dayne cut down two more men. It was now three against one.

Ned and another one of his men attacked Dayne at the same time. Dayne kicked Ned away before driving his sword through the middle of the other man.

Ned got back to his feet before charging at Ser Arthur. Ned held his own against Arthur Dayne, but before long, he was overpowered and outmatched. Dayne knocked his sword from his grasp.

The only remaining survivor of Ned's men. Driving a dagger into the back and neck of Arthur Dayne. Dayne fell to his knees wordlessly. Blood seeped from his mouth as he dropped to the ground, dead.

An ear-piercing scream came from the tower behind them.

" Howland. Thank you" Ned thanked the man, Howland, who had saved his life.

"Come on, Ned. We need to find Lyanna." Howland stumbled with Ned to the stairs of the tower.

Ned and Howland stopped only a few steps up the stairs. The screaming stopped.

Jon followed after Ned and Howland. It took an age to reach the top of the tower. Ned barged through a door, followed by Howland.

Jon stopped in the doorway just behind them. A young, dark-haired woman lay in a pool of blood on a bed.

" Ned" The woman cried for Ned.

" Lyanna" Ned rested his sword at the foot of the bed before kneeling beside her.

"Is that you? Ned. Is that really you?" Lyanna weakly spoke. Ned took one of her hands in his and touched the blood-soaked sheets at the foot of the bed. "You're not a dream," Lyanna whispered as Ned placed his bloodied hand on her forehead.

"No, I'm not a dream." Ned stroked Lyanna's hair. "I'm here. I'm right here," he clarified.

"I've missed you, big brother," Lyanna said, speaking hardly above a whisper.

"Aye, I've missed you too," Ned replied.

"I want to be brave."

Ned continued to stroke her hair and try to comfort her as she lay dying.

"You are."

"I'm not." Lyanna sobbed. Ned looked to the foot of the bed, where the pool of blood was getting bigger. "I don't want to die," she cried.

"You're not going to die." Ned didn't meet Lyanna's eye. "For fuck sake, get her some water. Where the Maester"

" No. Listen to me, Ned. You have to protect him from Robert. Please, Ned. I need you to protect Jaehaerys. Promise me." Lyanna begged. "If Robert finds out, he'll kill him. You know he will. Please, Ned, protect my son." One of the maids handed a baby to Ned.

"Lyanna" Howland stepped forward from where he stood.

" Howland. Please protect my son with Ned." Lyanna weakly begged Howland. Howland stood in the doorway of the room.

"Please, Ned. Promise me you will protect him."

"We'll protect him, Lyanna." Ned kissed Lyanna's forehead. Lyanna smiled weakly before she passed.

"What are we going to do with him, Ned?"

"I will take him in as my bastard. His name is Jon Snow. I will protect him and keep my promise to Lyanna," Ned answered Howland.

"I can take him to Greywater Watch. He'd be safe there, Ned."

"No, he's my blood and family. I will raise him myself." Ned shook his head.

Jon followed the pair as they left the tower with the babe which was him.

Jon woke with a start from the dream that felt so real. Wasn't there any truth to this dream? He wasn't the bastard son of Ned Stark and some unknown woman, but the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen.

Why had his uncle never told him the truth? Jon asked him repeatedly to tell him who his mother was, but Ned always said he would tell him when he was older. Ned had taken the secret and made a promise to his sister to his grave.

'If you seek answers to your questions, the answer lies within the wolf maiden's tomb'. A voice rang in his head.

Jon got out of bed. Dressing quietly, he left the Lord's Chambers, which had become his after they retook Winterfell. He headed for the Crypts, and no one batted an eyelid at the King in the North, who was awake and wandering around the Keep at this hour. He often did this every night when he couldn't sleep.

Jon entered the crypts. Passing by the former Lords of Winterfell. He passed his uncle Brandon's tomb and his grandfather Rickard's beside it. Walking further into the crypts. His uncle was the man who had raised him. His tomb statue was being built, as was Robb's. Rickon's was nearly finished.

Jon stopped when he got to his mother's tomb. Remembering his mother from his dream, the statue failed to capture her beauty.

Getting his mother's tomb open, many things had been left for him. One of the ancestral swords of House Targaryen. Blackfyre. There were another number of items, including letters and such.

Jon moved all the items to his chambers via the secret passages he'd discovered as a child and often used.

Dragonstone. 303 AC

Daenerys Targaryen looked out over the island where she had been born; for the first time in twenty-two years, she was returning home. It had been a long road to come home. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion flew over them, heading for the island.

The longboat landed on the shore, and Dany, Missandei, Tyrion, Lord Varys, Her Hand Ser Barristan, and Greyworm disembarked from the longboat onto the beach. It was a surreal feeling to be home.

Dany kneeled, picking up a handful of wet sand. Home. It still didn't feel like home. Perhaps once they were inside the castle. They made their way from the beach to the front gates of the keep. The two Unsullied opened the gates.

Leading to a long, winding set of stairs leading to the Keep. The doors creaked open, and Daenerys heard into the throne room through to the Painted Table Room.

"Shall we begin?" She addressed the others who joined her in the war room.

After what was a tense conversation with Lord Varys about where his loyalties lay, they went to speak with the Red Priestess."

"Dāria daenerys. Nyke istan nykeā buzdari istin sindita, liortan, qilontan se ozbārtan. Ziry iksos nykeā rigle naejot rhaenagon se pryjatys hen belma." Melisandre said in Valyrian, (Queen Daenerys. I was a slave once bought, sold, scourged, and branded. (It is an honor to meet the Breaker of Chains.)

"Se mele priests dohaertan maghagon, peace isse meereen. Ao issi olvie welcome kesīr. Skoros iksos aōha brōzi." Dany replied to her, (The Red Priests helped bring peace to Meereen. You are very welcome here. (What is your name?)

"Issa brōzi iksos melisandre" (My name is Melisandre.)

"She once served another who wanted the Iron Throne. It didn't end well for Stannis Baratheon. did it." Varys cut in.

"No, it didn't."

"You chose an auspicious day to come to Dragonstone. We are pardoning those who served the wrong king." Varys shifted, uncomfortable under Daenery's hard stare. "The Lord of the Light doesn't have many followers in Westeros, does he?"

"Not yet, but those who don't worship the Lord can serve his cause."

"What does your Lord expect of me?" Dany questioned.

"Se bōsa bantis iksos māzis. Mērī se prince bona iksos promised kostagon maghagon se dawn." Melisandre The long night is coming. Only the prince that is promised can bring the dawn.

"The prince who is promised will bring the dawn; I am no prince."

"Forgive me, your Grace, but your translation is not quite accurate. The proper translation is 'The Prince or Princess that is Promised can bring the Dawn" Missandei corrected.

"It doesn't really roll off the tongue," Tyrion wittyly remarked.

"I like it. You think this prophecy refers to me."

"Prophecies are fickle things; they are not always accurate. But you do have a part to play, as does another. Jon Stark, The King in the North" Melisander answered

"Jon Stark" Tyrion questioned

"Formerly known as Jon Snow, he was legitimized and named heir in his later brother Robb Stark's will."

"Ned Stark's bastard," Tyrion asked, half surprised.

"You know him."

"I traveled to the Wall with him when he joined the Night's Watch." Tyrion was at a loss for words at this revelation.

"And why do you think the Lord of Light has singled out this Jon Snow or whatever he calls himself? Aside from the visions you've seen in the flames, that is, "

"As Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, he allowed the Wildings south of the Wall to protect them from grave danger. As King in the North, he united the Wildings and Northern Houses so together they may fight their common enemy." Melissander finished.

"He sounds like quite a man."

"Summon Jon Stark. Let him tell you what he has seen and faced during his time at the Wall." Tyrion took a step forward.

"I can't speak to prophecies, but I trust and like him. And if he does rule the North, he will prove a worthy ally. The Lannisters executed his father and butchered his family at the Red Wedding. Jon Stark has more than enough reasons to hate Cersei Lannister than you do. "

"Lord Tyrion is right, my queen. We should summon him to Dragonstone." Her hand cut in.

"Very well, send a raven north. Tell Jon Stark his queen invites him to come to Dragonstone and bend the knee."

Winterfell, the North

303 AC.

A few weeks after discovering the truth about who he really was, Jon called the Northern Lord together once again. The only one he'd told about the news was that he wasn't Jon Snow, the bastard son of Lord Eddard Stark and some unknown woman, but Jaehaerys Targaryen, the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. The rightful heir to the Iron Thorne.

His uncle, Aemon, was the only one Jon trusted with this information. He could have told Ser Davos and Tormund. They wouldn't have said anything. Sansa could never be trusted with this information.

She would only use it against him to plot to get rid of him, no doubt. Jon wasn't blind or stupid. He had eyes watching her and Little Finger at all times. He knew they were plotting something.

Jon turned his attention back to the matter at hand and the men and women seated and standing around the Great Hall.

"I want every Northern Maester to scour their records for any mention of Dragonglass. Now Ser Davos Seaworth told me of a large deposit on Dragonstone. I intend to take a small group of men, no larger than a hundred, to Dragonstone to find and mine the glass.

But we will need skilled men to turn that Dragon Glass into weapons. Now everyone, aged from ten to sixty, will drill daily with every weapon. We need every ablebody if we are to defeat the Night King."

"About time we taught these boys of summer how to fight," Robett Glover interrupted.

"Not just the boys. We can't expect to defend the North if only half the population is fighting."

"Are you expecting me to put a spear in my granddaughter's hand?" Robett had his heckles up.

"That is exactly what his grace expects of you, brother. We'll start training every man, woman, and child at Deepwood Motte."

"Thank you, Lord Glover, for another order of business. While we prepare for an attack, we need to sure up our defenses. The Walls haven't been properly manned in centuries. I am not the King of the Free Folk.

But if we are to survive this coming winter together,

"You want us to man the walls for you?" Tormund asked.

"Aye, the last place we saw the Night King was Hardhome. The nearest castle is Eastwatch by the Sea. I need you and Val to remain behind here at Winterfell with me."

"It looks like we're the Night's Watch now," Tormund smirked at Robett Glover.

"If they breach the wall, the first two castles in their path are Last Hearth and Karhold."

"The Karstarks and Umbers betrayed the North; their castles should be torn down," Bronze Yohn interrupted.

"Are you from the North, Lord Royce?" Jaehaerys cut him off.

"Well no"

"Good, sit down and shut the fuck up. This is Northern Business; nothing to do with the Vale," Jaehaerys dismissed him.

"The castles committed no crimes. And we need every fortress in the wars to come. Last Hearth and Karhold should be given to new families. Who supports us against Ramsay?"

"The Umbers and Karstarks have fought side by side with the Starks for centuries and kept the faith," Jaehaerys began.

"Until they broke."

"I am not going to strip them of their ancestral homes because of a few reckless sons. I don't judge a child guilty of their parent's crimes." Jaehaerys continued.

"So there is no punishment for treason and no reward for loyalty."

"The punishment for treason is death. Small Jon Umber died on the field of battle, as did Harald Karstark." Jaehaerys was getting a little tired of Sansa trying to undermine him at every turn.

"They died fighting for Ramsay. You should give the castles to the families of the men who died fighting for you."

"Lady Brienne, if you would please escort Lady Stark out of the hall, you and I will talk about this later."

Brienne escorted Sansa out of the Great Hall. "When I was Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, I executed men who betrayed men or refused to follow orders. My father always said, 'The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. I try to live my life by those words.

I will not punish a son for his father's sins, nor will I take away a family's home they have lived in for centuries. That is my decision, and my decision is final. Ned Umber and Alys Karastark come forward."

Ned Umber and Alys Karstark came forward.

"For centuries, our families fought side by side on the battlefields. I ask you to pledge your loyalty not to me but to House Stark. To serve as Bannerman to, when called upon, come to the aid of House Stark."

Both drew their swords and knelt. "Now and always," they pledged.

Jaehaerys made his way to his solar, which had once been his uncle's and Robb's before it became his. "This came from King's Landing for you, Your Grace, and this from Dragonstone." Maester Wolkan handed the scrolls to him.

"Thank you, Maester." Jaehaerys took the scrolls the new Maester of Winterfell handed him.

'Cersei of House Lannister, first of her name, Queen of Andals of the First Men. Summon the rebel and traitor Jon Snow to King's Landing to bend the knee or suffer the fate of traitors'

Jaehaerys simply scrunched up the raven from Cersei Lannister, throwing it into the burning fireplace. The next bore the seal of the three-headed dragon. His aunt Daenerys had landed on Dragonstone.

'Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen first of her name. Invites Jon Stark Warden of the North to come to Dragonston and bend the knee. All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes. Lord Tyrion Lannisters and Ser Barristan Salmy hand to her Grace Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.

Jaehaerys wrote a reply, saying he would be coming to Dragonstone.

The seas had been kind to them on the voyage from White Harbour to Dragonstone. Tormund, Val, Ser Davos, and his most loyal soldiers made the trip to Dragonstone with him, Ghost, and his Uncle Aemon.

Jaehaerys could make out three dragons flying around the island. That would most likely be my aunt's dragons. Ghost yawed as he stood up, stretching in the longboat, as they got closer to shore.

A small group of people were waiting for them on the beach. One was a small figure that had to be Lord Tyrion.

Missandei stood on the beach with Lord Tyrion, Ser Barristan, and half a dozen Dothraki and Unsullied, waiting for the King in the North. He was early.

Once the boat was ashore, they dragged it further up the beach. Missandei looked uneasy as something the size of a war horse, white in color, jumped from the boat, shaking the seawater from its body.

"By the gods, that must be Ghost"

"Ghost?" Missandei questioned.

"The King in the North's Direwolf; he was but a pup the last time I saw him and his master at Castle Black," Tyrion explained.

"He's almost as tall as his master." Missandei wasn't expecting the King in the North to be so tall. 6'4.

"Ah, the Bastard of Winterfell."

"The Dwarf of Casterly Rock," the King in the North answered, smiling.

Tyron smiled before stepping forward and offering his hand. "I believe it was the last time we saw each other at the wall. Your direwolf has gotten bigger."

"Aye. You were pissing off the edge, if I remember right." Jaehaerys stepped back. "Picked up the scars along the way."

"It's been a long road for both of us, but we're both still here. This is Ser Barristan Semly Hand of her Grace Queen Daenerys. Her most trusted advisor, translator, and friend, Missandie."

"My Hand, Ser Davos Seaworth" Jaehaerys introduced Ser Davos.

"Ah, the Onion Knight. We fought on opposite sides during the Battle of Blackwater Bay."

"Unfortunately for me," Davos changed the subject fast. The deaths of his sons that night are still a raw subject all these years later.

"Maester Aemon, you know Lord Tyrion."

"Maester" Tyrion nodded

"Welcome to Dragonstone. Our Queen knows it is a long journey, and she appreciates the effort you have made to come here. So if you would please hand over your weapons," Jaehaerys nodded to his men to hand over their weapons.

He handed Longclaw over. He still had Blackfyre stashed in the chests he'd brought with him to Dragonstone. Not that he needs a weapon. He had a direwolf.

Jaehaerys made idle chitchat with Tyrion as they made their way up the stairs to the Keep. Jaehaerys didn't flinch as the dragons dived over them.

"Beautiful creatures, aren't they?"

"Aye, they are"Jaehaerys answered.

They made their way to the throne room. Jaehaerys was slightly stunned by the petite, almost tiny woman compared to him sitting on the throne. His aunt Daenerys. Fuck, he was in trouble.

"You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Realm, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains." Jaehaerys was barely paying attention to what was being said; his eyes were drawn to his aunt.

"This is Jon Stark. He's King in the North." Davos began. Jon didn't have an impressive list of titles as his aunt did.

Aemon nudged him to get Jon to pay attention. "Alright alright. Queen Daenerys, would it be possible to have a private audience just you and me plus my Grand Maester there is something we need to discuss in private." Jon finally found his voice; he was captivated by the radiating beauty of his aunt.

"A Private Audience." Her purple eyes locked with his brown and purple eyes, with a hint of red from when he'd been resurrected by Melisandre. "What is it you need to talk to me alone with your Maester Lord Stark?"

"A family reason, Niece," Aemon spoke up.

"Family. I have no family, Maester."

"Oh, my girl, you do have family. Standing before you. I may be an old man who is blind and should have died long ago. If the gods had not cursed me to lose my sight, I would have searched for you long ago. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing," Aemon answered.

"Who are you?"

"Aemon son of Maeker I and brother of Aegon V. The Uncle of Jaehaerys II, the Great Uncle of Aerys II, and your Great Great Uncle" The old, blind Maester laughed.

"Everyone leave us save for my uncle and Lord Stark." Daenerys dismissed them from the throne room.

"Uncle. I thought I was the last of my house. But we are the last of House Targaryen." Dany was still in shock at the news. She was not the last of her house, but House Targaryen would die with her. Aemon was an old man well over a hundred name days, and she couldn't have children thanks to the curse of the witch who had murdered Drogo.

"No, my dear girl. You are not the last of House Targaryen. Your brother, Rhaegar, had a second son. Jaehaerys III of his name, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark," Aemon placed a hand on Jon's shoulder.

"What?" Daenerys uttered in shock at the second revelation: she had a long-lost nephew who stood before her.