Jon was petting Ghost, trying to find the words to say to his father about his nightmares. However, no words came. He shook his head and looked away from his father's eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't have the words," he said voice shaking a little. His father nodded in understanding, but Jon knew that he would never understand.
"I… I... I was being chased in my dreams. It was the worst night of my life and…I don't know how to say the rest without…" Jon cut off and ran his hand over his face. He felt tears but he didn't let them fall. "I'm sorry," Jon said before he stood up and walked back to his room.
"Take your time Aegon alright. You don't need to tell me everything right away," his father said pulling Jon into his arms. Jon melted in his embrace. He tried to hold back the tears, but it didn't work.
Ned found them hugging when he woke up for work a few minutes later. A small smile was on his face, he wished that Jon was opening when he was living with him. Ned shook his head and walked into the kitchen. He should leave them alone.
"Good morning, Stark," Rhaegar said pulling Jon out of his arms. Jon wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled at his uncle. Ned smiled back and walked into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, you hate to see that father," Jon said standing up. Rhaegar shook his head.
"It's not your fault son, alright. Come on we should get some breakfast," Rhaegar said up. Jon smiled at him and followed him into the kitchen as well.
Jon was happy to see Sansa, but he didn't speak to her when she joined Bran on the back porch. Jon was playing with Arya when he saw her. Even though they didn't say hi, Jon waved to her. She looked up from her sowing and waved back before she went back to what she was doing.
"Don't worry brother," Bran said wheeling himself up to Jon who was lying in the grass. "She'll warm up to you," Bran added laughing a little. The ghost walked up to Bran and licked his hand.
"Well, until that happens, Ghost has warmed up to you," Bran laughed but his smile dropped.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you," Bran said. Jon didn't know what he was referring to, but he smiled anyway. He got off the ground and leaned over to kiss Bran on his forehead.
"Thank you, brother. "I'm going to go for a walk," he told his cousin before he left the yard with Ghost at his side.
A/N: I'm so sorry that I left this story, and it took me a while to write it. Again, things have been crazy, and I wasn't in the mood at all to write fics. I'm also working on an original story as well. Thank you all for reading and I will see you next time. -Captain Voxland