authorsnote: drama incoming

I've put a lot of effort into character development, our main three characters bond up until now, getting us to 'modern day', now its time for drammaaaa (and I love it lol)

hopefully you do too

songrecs: blood of my blood - got season 6

'I wish you were coming with us'

'Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle'

- Jon Snow to Arya Stark

-x-

"We need to leave"

It was Aegon who spoke first. All three Targaryen's were decisive, and as brave as each other but Aegon was always the first to make an order, to jump on a decision. Daenery's was the one to argue if she disagreed or even agreed, Jon would brood and come up with a better plan a day later.

But all three agreed then, nodded, as Jory and Wylla had hurriedly told them what was coming, what Illyrio and Varys had planned, they needed to leave, and they needed to leave now.

After all, the three Targaryen's still children in some ways and then adults in another, sure, enjoyed Vary's visits when he came a couple of times a year, and Illyrio was a good host, but Jory and Wylla had raised them, they trusted them only 2nd to one other.

And for Jory and Wylla they had raised the three children one day destined for greatness, but to them they weren't just potential Kings and Queens, they were the children they'd been with for years.

Wylla remembered bouncing Aegon on one knee and Jon on another as Aegon demanded a story about Targaryen history, and Jon remained solemn and quiet. Wylla read as Aegon asked but then read a Stark history too, and she remembered both boys smiling up at her as she did.

Jory remembered Dany coming to him after she'd fallen and had a bad scrape on her knee, crying and wailing. He had picked her up, cleaned and bandaged her knee, and given her an extra cake at dinner. He remembered her grin as she hugged him.

Wylla remembered walking in on the three of them scheming to pour oil down the cooks' trousers as revenge for him making them eat an exotic veg from Volantis, remembered the piece of parchment they had on the bed that read 'Our Plan: Cook Ronnister Will be Oiled!'. Remembered sending them to bed without supper but laughing with Jory over wine as they read the plan that night.

Jory remembered the first time he'd put Aegon and Jon against one another in a practice bout. Remembered the pride he felt as they'd used the techniques he had taught them, Jon victor but a close run thing. He remembered little Dany running out with a wooden dagger to join in and the laughter as all three men pretended to be bested by her whilst Wylla made pie and watched, laughing too.

They had become a little family in some ways, and though the Targaryen's had a bond none could ever hope to match, they certainly trusted the people who had raised them over those who hadn't, they even felt protective over their mentors now, and so as Jon and Aegon hurried to collect the to-go bags they had packed and Dany grabbed hers, they grabbed two more they'd slid under Jon's bed, one for Jory, one for Wylla.

There was no leaving anyone behind here.

And yet, inevitably, it would have to come to that.

Though as Jon grabbed the bags, Aegon double checked they all had weapons (a sword at his belt, and a dagger, the same for Jon and a dagger for Dany too, just in case), and Dany kept watch at the window, none of them knew that by days end their little family would be split up.

As the thud of horses became louder and Dany squealed, "There here, Illyrio and Varys are stood outside, and there are horsemen riding up" She looked worried as she whirled around to them, "It is the Dorthraki"

"The Dothraki wouldn't raid this deep in Pentos" Jon said quickly, tossing Aegon and Dany a bag each, securing the belt Aegon handed to him, running a hand through his hair, "Not a Magisters house, that's not how they work"

"No" Wylla said, her and Jory still at the door, Jory looked deeply worried, Wylla too, her hands shaking, "They are here for a deal Illyrio and Varys have made"

"For who?" Jon insisted, but Aegon's eyes had widened, and he had got it already, Jon was the military man, Aegon the politician.

"For Dany" Aegon said, hating to breath the words into life, but they were already here, closer, and closer to their doorstep.

"No" Jon spoke quickly, vehemently, they would never allow their sister (aunt to him, but sister in everything but blood), "No, we won't let them sell her, not now, not ever"

"Which is why you have to run" Jory interrupted, and Jon nodded, but as he picked the spare bags to pass to their mentors, to the closest thing to parental figures they had, who had to come with them. And yet Jory shook his head.

"No" Wylla said, trembling still, her hand had found Jory's and they clenched them together, together, "You have to leave without us"

"No" It was Dany who spoke this time, though it was more of a wail as she ran forward to clutch at Wylla, tears already in her gaze, "You have to come with us" Jon and Aegon nodded furiously too, they had to.

"We need to buy you time" Jory insisted, "And then if we make it out, I have to go back home, to the North, to tell them what Illyrio and Varys have done, this wasn't part of things"

"North?" Jon asked then, eyes wide, "What about the North?"

"The last letter I sent Lord Stark was two months ago, it is hard to get correspondence to him" Jory said, frustrated, Jon knew the Northman kept in touch with his liege Lord, for he had sent Jon away over the sea to keep him safe and continued to want that, clearly, he was not in line with Illyrio and Varys. "But he can be of help, he despises the Southern politics and court, he might be able to help with Illyrio and Varys, maybe offer shelter I don't know"

"What do you mean this wasn't part of things?" Aegon interrupted, stepping forward, the eldest and so the leader … for now.

"We didn't know Illyrio and Varys were planning this" Wylla said, shaking her head as she cradled Dany close, "They don't include us in their scheming but we knew a broader plan, and they never mentioned this, never I swear"

"Which is why you have to run" Jory continued, "And fast, fast and far away so they can't get to you, then we'll find you again"

"But what do we do in the meantime?" Aegon asked then, and his voice shook, reminding all of them, Jon and Dany both stood, Dany near tears, Jon pale faced but stoic, Aegon worried, they were just children.

And on their own.

"We have some money saved, for an emergency" Jory said quickly handing over a purse to Jon, "Take it, run and hide, keep your hair covered, hire somewhere modest, and wait for us"

"How will you know where we are?" Dany asked, voice thick as tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Go to Bravos" Jory said with a nod. "Go to Bravos and we will find you, I swear it, by the Old Gods and New"

"But, the assassins…" Aegon began, the assassins who'd tracked them for years now would surely follow them to Bravos.

"It will be easier if you get lost in Bravos, rent somewhere small, and the assassins are looking for a group of five, not three" Wylla said, "Keep your heads down, stay indoors, and don't attract suspicion"

"But keep honing your skills" Jory said, "Practice your High Valyrian and Westerosi, practice your swordsmanship" He said to Jon and Aegon, then turned to Dany, "Keep reading your histories" They all nodded, all three of them near tears then.

They had only seen 16 namedays, but now they would be by themselves, and yet they all knew it was their best shot.

"Stay in Bravos" Jory carried on, "We will go North when we can, ask Lord Stark to shelter you and come and find you"

"But that will be months!" Dany said, tears free now, Jon was blinking his back, Aegon's bottom lip was trembling.

"I know" Wylla said, releasing Jory and pulling Dany into a hug, "I'm sorry"

"The money should get you far enough, don't sell the crowns" Jory urged them all, "It will be too suspicious and you won't get value for them. Live off the money and if you have to pick up some work, something inconspicuous" He paused then, turned to Jon, "You don't have Targaryen colouring, pick up some guard work if you can, Aegon and Dany you have to keep more hidden"

It was true, other than the occasional purple glint to his eye Jon was more Stark, he could go by unnoticed … to an extent.

"Keep each other safe" Wylla urged them, she didn't need to tell them that of course, but speaking it had them all nodding furiously, they would defend none another until the death, always.

Hugs were quick then, Jon bundled into Jory's arms, and then Aegon and then Dany. Jon and Aegon were gentle as they pulled Wylla into a hug each, both taller than her now. Just for a moment the Targaryens and those who had raised them had a moment, a fleeting unfair moment, a quick goodbye before the thundering of hooves was outside.

"Go" Jory said, pushing the spare bags onto them, Jon had two, Aegon two, and Dany carried hers, and quickly pulled down three spare cloaks from the hook near the door, they'd take any provision they could, "Go now, through the back, the kitchen entrance, run, and don't stop running until you're on a ship to Bravos, go"

"We will meet again" Wylla promised, tears running down her cheeks now as she clasped Dany's hands, Jory took one of Jon's and Aegon's, the last fleeting moment, and then the sound of voices downstairs.

It was time.

"Go now!"

They turned, but -

"Wait!" Wyalla called to them, and they hoped, all three hoped for a moment it would be different, perhaps Jory and Wylla would come with them, or this was all a mistake, or anything but this or ...

"Don't forget these" It was just Jory, a resigned but determined look on his face, as he handed them another bag, the most precious of all, even more so than the one with their ancestors crowns.

The bag that held the three fossilised dragon eggs they'd all slept with, all had placed in their cribs as babes.

It was Jon that took them, clasped Jorys hand in his own, tucked them into his bag, and nodded.

Now it was time.

"Go"

This time they didn't turn back.

And as instructed they didn't stop running until they reached a boat to Bravos.

They moved quickly through the streets, hoods covering their heads, eyes down, bags tucked tightly to their sides. They moved through back roads, and though they didn't know Pentos well enough, yet they managed to find their way by following the smell of the sea and the fleeting images they had of the ocean as they crept through alleyways.

It took them an hour to navigate, but they made it.

Just.

Aegon quickly bartered there way onto a Bravosi ship and secured a cabin for the three of them. They moved quickly on board, kept their things on them, and waited tense as the boat began preparations to leave. They wouldn't settle into their cabin, or get some much needed sleep until they were at sea, and even then they had to be cautious.

They were alone now, alone and hunted by more group than one. Jon and Aegon shared a nod as though they had the same thought; they had to be more vigilant than ever.

Only when they were uncurling the ropes, pulling up anchor and stiffening sales, did guards come streaming towards the docks, brandishing torches, and swords, coming for the boat, coming for them.

Thankfully it was too late.

The boat was pushed into the ocean, too far away for the guards demands or words to reach the Captains ears, and they made their escape, though just barely. Hearts thundering, they felt no remorse as Pentos became a speck in the distance, it hadn't been their home, they hadn't had a home for a long time.

Would they ever again?

The only thing the three Targaryens felt as they clutched hands on the ships deck, was remorse to be leaving Jory and Wylla behind. They had been the closest thing to parents they had, had, and they were gone.

The three of them just hoped they were safe, Jon hoped Jory made it home, Aegon hoped they made it out of Pentos, and Dany hoped they made it together. All three of them had white knuckles from clutching one another so tightly, as they hoped, and tears trickled down Dany's face, Jon and Aegon barely keeping theirs at bay, as Pentos disappeared to the open seas.

And then, there were three.

poor bbys, time to go it alone, can they do it? well they don't have a choice

poor jory and wylla! will we see them again? who knows (well I do lol)

anyway, do fav/follow, speak soon