Dragonstone 298AC
He was sitting in the Chamber of the Painted Table. Reading over scrolls and looking through maps. Edd had returned, and with him the seeds that would be of great wealth for his family and friends. Jon was ecstatic.
After their meeting with their banner men, a successful meeting that was. Jon and Dany had revealed the truth of their identities. Much like Kira's reaction, the moment the lords and ladies saw Dany, they had all made the connection. She still had the dark brown hair, but her face was all too much her mother. House Velaryon, Celtigar, Sunglass, and Bar Emmon had all been shocked to learn the nature of his birth, but much like the looks they gave Dany when they saw her, he could see the way they all recognized something in him. It had been Lady Celtigar who had said, after he announced who his parents were, that he looked much like Rhaegar despite his coloring. Part of Jon understood why Lord Stark never wanted him to go South. As he had grown, he began to look more and more like his father, and anyone who really knew Rhaegar could make that connection. They all pledged their support to what Jon had planned. A long with their silence about their identities. Dany had then brought out the dragons to show them, which had been quite the shock. Lord Monoford Velaryon, had mentioned pulling in more Targaryen loyalists outside of their banner men. Jon had thought about that as well, but he wanted to speak with Ser Barristan before hand. He knew all too well what would happen if his identity got out before he wanted it to. And they had already taken a risk telling their banner men.
Jon was pulled out of this thoughts when the door opened and in walked his wife. He smiled as she entered, she was wearing a dark blue dress and her dark hair was down in waves, missing the intricate braids she always wore. She was a vision. And she was glowing.
But he did not miss the grave look on her face.
"What is it, Dany?" He asked as she finally stood next to him.
His wife sighed and handed him the scroll.
Jon took it in hand and read it, it was Barristan's writing.
"Shit." Jon muttered as he dropped the scroll onto the table.
"I said the same thing. He tried to stop it, but much like you figured, he'd find out the truth eventually." Dany replied.
He rubbed his temples and then spoke. "So, Jon Arryn is dead."
Damnit, he thought. He was hoping the old falcon would live a few more years at least. He knew that Robert would be heading to Winterfell now to ask Lord Stark to be his hand.
"Even killing Littlefinger did nothing but delay it but a year. Last time it was he and Lysa Arryn who killed Lord Arryn, it seems Cersei did it this time." Dany said.
Barristan's raven explained as much. The famed knight had removed all of the books from the Tower of the Hand that had the traits of Baratheons, but it seems he was still able to make the connection. This time, it had been Joffrey's wickedness and the boys temperament that had Jon Arryn seek out Robert's bastards which then led him to the conclusion that neither Joffrey, Mrycella, nor Tommen looked like Robert. Or like a Baratheon.
Which then led Renly Baratheon, who was the Master of Laws, to randomly leave the Capital. It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
"The foolish old man put his trust in Maester Pycelle, who of course alerted Cersei of his digging." Jon said frustrated at the situation. "Damnit!" He shouted as he smacked the table. "Barristan did his best with diverting the poison the cunt was giving Lord Arryn, but as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard he couldn't be with the hand at all times. And Renly fleeing to the Stormlands only means Jon Arryn told him of his suspicions." He clenched his fists at this.
"Jon, you did your best. You delayed it as much as you could." Dany tried to say to calm him down.
Jon scoffed at that "Not enough it seems. That fat fool is gonna be on his way North soon, and all this shit is gonna unravel as it did before. Lord Stark won't deny his friend. He'll be dragging his family South once more, and I'll have to clean up his fucking mess again." He gritted out. He was seething from this news. Knowing what would happen next.
His anger had gotten worse over the years. His time in exile with nothing to do but think about all the shit that had happened. It was strange, really. Dany had been the more level headed one between them this time. In their past life the dragons temper had always been their for her, and of course it still was, but she had a level of calmness to her now that was much different then before. Jon was the one with the dragon and the wolf's blood that was constantly boiling.
He felt his wife grab his hand and pull it towards her.
She placed his palm on the slight swell of her belly and he finally relaxed.
"Better?" She asked as she smiled down at him.
They had finally consummated their marriage. Being with her once more had been even better then the first night they were together on the boat. They had been married for nearly eight moons before she finally felt comfortable enough to give him that part of her once more. He had been gentle with her, she was still a maiden after all. But after a few times, it seemed like the lust they had for one another had been even more powerful then it was in the past. She was only three moons along, so they had not told anyone besides Missandei and Ser Jorah.
He leaned forward and kissed her belly and then pulled back and looked up at her "Aye, better. Thank you." Just the mere touch of her tiny bump always calmed him down and brought him back from his anger.
"Good." She said and then dug into the pocket of her dress and handed him another scroll "Now, for some more good news." She said with a smirk.
He raised a brow at her and then picked up said scroll. After reading it he couldn't help but bark out in laughter.
"Oh this is good news, love. Gods! I wish I was their to see the old lions face." Jon said as he continued to laugh.
Dany moved towards him and sat upon his lap, her arms now around his neck "Yes, well it seems your plan has continued to keep the Lannister's... backed up, if you will." She replied with a giggle.
Jon laughed even harder at her remark. "I may hate Robert Baratheon, but him telling Cersei in front of all of court that he'll not name her father whose literally knee deep in his own shit as hand of the king is fucking glorious."
The former King in the North could not help but laugh at the misery House Lannister was going through right now. They were the laughing stock of the 7 Kingdoms at the moment. Some sort of 'accident' had happened with the sewer system, and the Lannister mines were now over flowing not with gold, but with their own shit. Jon thought back to what he had promised Tyrion, that all of them would suffer. This was just the beginning. He knew Tywin always thought himself higher then his actual station, the man always made sure his families image was on full display. Wealth was the biggest part of that. Of course, Jon knew the Lannister mines were already going dry, this plan just made it even better.
"Lord Snow, she's waiting in the Chamber of the Painted Table for you." Missandei says to him.
Jon nods at her and then turns to his wife who reaches for his hand and squeezes it, and then he makes his way there.
Upon entering he can see her back toward him, staring out onto the sea.
"My Lady." He says as he walks in.
Said women turns to him and glares "Well, well. If it isn't the Queen slaying oath breaker."
Jon sighs "Aye, I deserve that, though I suspect you are here for some answers and not to trade insults."
She glares at him once more "I was on my ship, decided to take a little trip to the Free Cities. Imagine my surprise when I wake up one morning and have all these visions. Memories of all the shit that happened. I thought I was going mad, but I knew it was real. I felt it in my bones. I wanted to sail East and find the Queen, help her take back her throne and give you all Fire and Blood. And then I remembered hearing that Ned Stark's bastard somehow acquired Dragonstone and that was different then before. The oath breaking Jon Snow not only killed his Queen, but then he stole her ancestral home. So I came here instead. I came here to tell you that I plan on finding the Queen and giving her my support. I hope you and your traitorous Stark kin all burn!" She hissed.
He was about to reply when the angelic voice of his beloved did.
"I'm thankful for your loyalty, my lady. But threatening my husband won't be necessary." Dany said as she walked in and stood next to him.
The womens eyes nearly popped out of it's sockets "Your grace! Wha.. what the hell are you doing with the Queenslayer?!"
Dany reached for his arm and looped it in with her own. "Take a seat, Yara. We have much to discuss."
Yara Greyjoy had been another one of the seven he had restored memories to. For more then one reason. One, she was loyal to Daenerys completely. Even when his trial was happening, Yara had demanded Jon's head. Two, he would need her help in killing Euron. After telling Yara everything, they had discussed a plan to rid the world of Euron Greyjoy for good, but it would be some time before that happened. Rather, the dragons needed to grow a bit more to execute that plan. And of course the third reason, she hated the Lannisters and the Starks. After Bran had been named king, their were a few kingdoms that refused to bend the knee to him. The Iron Islands were one of them. After years of ignoring the 'crowns' demands, Tyrion had sent the royal fleet to the Iron Islands. The hypocrite who condemned Dany for burning the Capital had then turned around and burned the Iron Islands. The royal fleet that was loaded with catapults of Wildfire had attacked Yara's home and burned nearly her entire fleet, and thousands of her people.
Yara was more then willing to be the one to execute his plan on the Casterly Rock mines.
She and a few of her men had snuck in through the sewers. Thanks to Dany's knowledge from the past when her Unsullied snuck in, they used that same route and Yara and the Iron Born had busted more then a few pipes and moved them strategically so that they would leak into Tywins precious mines. Filling it with shit so quickly, that by the time he knew it was happening, it'd be too late.
Everyone would know that Lannister's don't shit gold.
Oh, it was a genius plan. He had only wished he could see the Old Lions face.
"I agree. The usurper does a good job of pissing off Cersei. I only wish Tywin knew that it was my fathers daughter and grandson who did this to him." She said with a giggle.
Jon snorted "The Mad King is no doubt laughing his ass off in whatever depths of hells he's in."
"You are probably right. As much as my father does not deserve any laughter for all the evil he committed while he was alive, I can only find satisfaction that his bloodline did that to the Old Lion." His wife said.
Before he could reply they were interrupted by two quick sudden movements.
"Well, it seems you had a good hunt, didn't you Ghost." He said to the wolf who was now sitting in front of them with a bloodied muzzle. Luna next to him with the same, though her dark fur covered much of the blood on her own muzzle.
Dany looked at him and then placed her hand on her belly and said "Your daughter is just as hungry as those two were, husband. I believe its time to feed your wife."
Jon lifted her up from his lap in one motion, carrying her in his arms. "As my wife commands."
As they walked out of the Chamber of the Painted Table, Ser Jorah approached them.
"My lord, Khaleesi, a boat has been spotted on the coast heading this way." The bear knight said hesitantly.
Dany, who was still in his arms raised her brow "And? Who is it, Jorah?"
"I'm not sure Khaleesi, but whoever it is, they are sporting a Targaryen sail."
"So, did ya miss me, little crow?"
Jon chuckled. He should have known when Ser Jorah said it was a Targaryen sail that was approaching it could be none other then Tormund and Maester Aemon. The last two with their memories.
"Aye, a little." Jon replied.
Upon meeting their uncle, Dany had wept. She had refused to let go of the old dragon, Jon knew what meeting another of their family had meant to her. Aemon had the same reaction to the both of them. When asked where they got the Targaryen sails, Aemon had said the red priestesses had it made, and it was only right to return to his families home under their house banner. Of course they had waited to raise it when they were out of enemy waters.
Tormund grinned and then took a swig of his ale "And all is well with the Dragon Queen? I see she didn't burn ya yet."
"I'm not sure I'd say all is well, but were fine. She married me so I suppose that's a start." Jon said to his old friend with a shy smile. They were sitting in the dragons den. It was a hidden room beneath the castle that was said to have been the lord of Dragonstone's hidden solar. Aemon had shown them where it was, even blind the old dragon somehow knew this place like the back of his hand. Their uncle said it was built with magic, so no one could hear anything that was spoken inside. It was essentially closed off to any potential little birds. Plus, it was hidden, not even Stannis knew of it in his time here.
"HA! Bout time, little crow. She's glowin' like the sun, seems ya took my advice hmm? That little pecker filled the dragon queen with a little dragon in her belly." Tormund said.
Jon nearly spit out his ale "How did you.."
Tormund scoffed "I have five children, little crow. I know what a women looks like when she's carryin' a babe. Your pretty little queen is glowin' like all expectin' mothers do."
"Aye, she's with a child. its still early though, so we haven't announced it. She's still nervous considering what happened with her last two babes." He replied with a grimace thinking of the little girl he killed.
Tormund sighed "That wasn't your fault, Jon. You didn't know about your little girl."
"It'll always be my fault." He replied, and then changed the subject not wanting to think of that. "But anyways, how'd it go?" He asked.
Tormund nodded and then began to tell him of all that he had done. Before he had killed Bran, they had come up with a plan. Tormund would ride for Crasters Keep and make sure that sick fuck was taken care of. Freeing all of his daughters and their babes of that horror. He then was to travel to Hardhome and meet up with a boat from the red priestesses. They would sail for Eastwatch and then travel to Castle Black in cover. Jon had woken Aemon with his memories at that point, considering they would need his help in getting an audience with Lord Commander Mormont. The red priestesses had brought gold and grain with them and once Tormund got an audience with Mormont, which was no simple task considering that hate between the watch and the Free Folk, they had discussed Jon's plan.
R'hllor had shown Maester Aemon the truth of Jon's birth. So Tormund would not need to reveal it in front of the Lord Commander.
Tormund offered the gold, which was a shit ton, to the Lord Commander, along with the grain in exchange for releasing Aemon to Dragonstone. The Maester had refused at first, stating his vows, but in a shocking turn of events, it was Mormont who agreed. Everyone in the watch respected Maester Aemon. He was an old man who had served at castle black for over five decades, and it was no secret he wouldn't be around for much longer. Despite the fact that Mormont had no love for Wildings, he accepted Tormunds gifts from Jon. Plus, a raven from Winterfell had arrived from Lord Stark that Jon had basically forced the man to write. Lord Stark stated that his bastard son was now the Lord of Dragonstone and heard about Maester Aemon from his uncle Benjen, and offered for the old man a chance to go home before he died.
Jon also promised yearly donations to the watch, which he was sure helped Mormont agree to this, considering no one other then the North paid the taxes to Watch.
And then they were off.
"The old bear didn't understand why you were so willin' to help the old dragon, but once your kneeler uncle sent word, he seemed to agree. Plus the gifts we brought. We both know how shit that place is." Tormund said.
Jon knew that. Mormont likely couldn't refuse. The watch was on its last legs. The amount of coin and grain they delivered was a massive boost. Plus the promise to continue to support them likely made the man cave.
"And Mance?" He asked.
At this the red haired man chuckled "Ohh, you shoulda seen him, little crow. Kept goin' on about stayin' with the clan. When I told him I was headin' to Crasters, he wasn't happy. Said it wasn't our business. But mother mole set him right. Told him I'm a free man and the old gods had a mission for old Tormund Giantsbane."
Jon laughed "Aye. Don't think a Free Folk ever traveled this far south before."
Tormund grinned "They'll write songs about me, little crow. Now I just need to get to the big women before the golden cunt does."
Jon rolled his eyes "Good luck with that, my friend."
"So, whats next on this little mission of yours, little crow?" Tormund asked.
Before he could reply, his wife and uncle walked in.
"Dragon Queen!" Tormund shouted as he raised his mug in the air.
Dany smiled as she and Aemon came toward them, her arm looped in their uncles. Jon stood and pulled a chair out for both of them.
"Tormund. I see you have yet to get my husband drunk." She replied as she took a seat
"HA! It's still early Dragon Queen." Tormund replied with a grin
"Well, I believe we do have cause to celebrate." She said.
Jon raised a brow "Dany?"
Aemon pulled out a scroll and handed it to him "The gods have rid the world of a great evil, nephew."
Jon grabbed the scroll from him and read it and could only grin.
"Aye, uncle." He picked up his mug and raised it in the air. "Ramsey Snow is dead once more."
It had been a few moons since news of Jon Arryn's death had arrived. As much as Jon was annoyed at that considering the affects of it, everything else was going according to plan.
Melisandre had accomplished getting rid of both Stannis and Ramsey. He was now grateful for the women, rather then just simply hating her from her atrocious acts in the past.
Uncle Aemon had fit in like he never left Dragonstone. Jon noticed a new pep in the old mans step. Especially since the day Dany had introduced him to the dragons.
"This is Viserion. He is cream and gold, and the sweetest of the three, uncle." Dany had said while showing him the dragons.
Viserion, who was the size of a small dog now since the dragons were growing much faster had curled up to their uncle immediately and purred like a cat.
"Oh, what a wonder this is niece. My brother Egg is smiling down on us, I know it." Aemon had said as he rubbed the dragons snout
It was further proof that he was making all the right decisions. Seeing their uncle so happy with his kin after so long without any, was all the proof he needed. The dragon has three heads again, he thought.
Tormund had brought a letter from his uncle Benjen. It basically was an apology for keeping the truth from him. Benjen had sworn to Lord Stark that he'd not say a word about Lyanna and Rhaegar to him. Jon couldn't be mad at him, Benjen was only a boy of ten and three when everything happened. And he swore an oath. Jon had written back to him and told him about Dany's pregnancy, the only Stark he did tell.
News of Renly Baratheons betrothal to Margarey Tyrell came. That was not surprising. He knew Renly and the Tyrells would make a play as soon as Robert died.
What did surprise him was the raven that came from Lord Stark. He accepted the Hand of the King position, much to Jon's annoyance. But, he also informed him of Sansa's betrothal to Domeric Bolton. Now that Ramsey was dead, it seems Lord Stark at least took that small piece of advice from his nephew. Sansa was only ten and two and would not wed the Bolton heir until her ten and six name day. It was up to Lord Stark to handle Roose.
Lord Stark also stated that he would not be bringing any of his children South.
Good. Jon thought.
He was not sure what he told the King, but whatever it was seemed to work.
Robb and Arya had been sending him ravens constantly. He had not replied to any. Dany had been the one to remind him that Robb was not guilty of anything, and Arya was not the Arya from the past, but a young girl who loved her brother and was likely heart broken over his silence. His wife and uncle pushed him to reply over and over until he finally agreed. He told Robb he was busy being a lord and apologized for his lack of communication. He even invited his brother to visit Dragonstone. Though, he knew with Lord Stark now traveling South he likely wouldn't have a chance. Arya he had told about the wolves and that she was more then welcome to come for a visit, Jon knew Lady Catlyn would never allow it. What did surprise him was the fact that Arya had been so shocked by Ghost and Luna in her reply. Apparently the Starks had not found the Direwolves as they had in the past. The reason for that intrigued him. Their was no deserter this time, since their was no dead. Perhaps thats why? But then why did he find Ghost? And why on his way to White Harbor and not with his litter? And why was Luna in this litter but not in the last? The only thought he had was perhaps it was the work of the Old Gods. R'hllors words came back to him "they too are rather angry at your Stark kin" he had said when speaking of the Old Gods.
Jon had been working with one of the farmers his wife hired to work with their coffee seeds. They had planted them shortly after Edd arrived and he knew it would be moons before they were ready to be harvested. He had also acquired live stock from the East. Dany had said more then once after she had birthed them, that they would need to have enough live stock to feed her sons. It was the only way from keeping Drogon from wandering off and attacking farms in the Crownlands. A ship of a dozen cows and two dozen sheep had arrived. The gold they had from Magister Illyrio had paid for all of this. Though Dragonstone was not the largest, Jon made sure their was more then enough room to heard live stock.
Another huge surprise was finding the hidden vaults. Uncle Aemon had shown them. Another secret hidden from sight using Valyrian magic, the Targaryen vault was filled with not just coin, but artifacts from their family dating all the way back to Old Valyria. In order to get in, all Jon and Dany needed to do was slice their palm and feed a few drops of their blood to the hidden dragon carved into the wall.
Sure enough, the vault appeared from behind the stone and the treasures inside were something to behold.
Dany was growing. She was in the last trimester of her pregnancy now. Maester Marwyn and their uncle both agreed the babe was healthy. Marwyn had been a friend to their uncle. After Maester Cressen went back to Storms End when Stannis died, Jon had not written to the Citadel to send a replacement. Nor had they. He did not trust the maesters, but their uncle spoke highly of Marwyn. The man had a fascination for the dragons and he and uncle Aemon did more and more research on them.
His wife was still nervous on her pregnancy. Her fear of losing the child was a constant. Nothing he said or did ever gave her any relief. He could only have faith that the gods would not take this child from them. Not after everything that had happened the first time. Every night he would sing to their child. Dany always loved hearing him. She said their little girl loved it as well. He still remembers the first time he felt their child kick. He had wept uncontrollably and held her so tight, as if she would somehow slip away and he'd wake up North of the wall alone again. But that never happened. And every morning when he woke up with his wife laying next to him, he thanked Rh'llor, the Old God, and the Valyrian gods for that. He wasn't sure they could hear him, but he did it anyways.
Speaking of his wife, she had interrupted his thoughts as she walked out of their bathing chambers and into their room in nothing but a red silk robe. Jon smiled at her, her much larger bump was poking out. She was so tiny that the further along she got, the more her belly looked huge. He stood from his chair to approach her. Luna jumped from their bed and beat him to it. The black wolf was obsessed with his wife. She could no longer bend down and give the she wolf pets, as she'd likely not be able to stand up again, but the wolf had grown considerably and could reach her hand for pets. Ghost had clearly felt jealous and had followed the black wolf and was on his wifes other side begging for pets.
"The mother of dragons, and the mother of dire wolves." He said with a grin
She rolled her eyes "They are my children as well. Just like my sons. Isn't that right?" She cooed as she pet both wolves "Yes, it is. Muna loves you both, my sweets."
Jon chuckled "Ghost, Luna, go lay down." He said.
The white wolf turned to him and stared "Go on." He said.
Ghost looked back up at Dany "You heard him, go on you two." She said.
Both wolves begrudgingly did as they were told and laid in front of the hearth. The dragons were asleep on the balcony. They had taken to it recently. The warmth from the stone seemed to be enjoyable to them.
Dany walked toward him and threw her arms around his neck. He leaned in and kissed her lips and then kneeled down in front of her. He opened her robe, exposing her body to him and kissed her swollen belly. Their child began to move instantly making them both chuckle
"I love seeing you like this, love." He said as he kissed all over her belly.
"What? Heavy with your child?" She asked with a raised brow.
Jon ran his palms over her bump and grinned "Aye. I can't wait to put another in you."
Dany scoffed "I look like a fat whale, Jon."
"You've never looked more beautiful, Dany." He said, almost mesmerized with her body carrying their child.
She smiled down at him "Well, let us get through this one before you go planning another."
Jon lifted her leg and threw it over his shoulder making her breathe hitch, he looked up at her, smiling wickedly. "Whats the harm in practicing then, hmm?" He asked
Without warning he buried his face in between her thighs and shoved his tongue inside her cunt.
"JON!" She yelled out as her hands clutched his loose curls instantly.
He licked her hungrily like a man starved and looked up as her hips started to grind down onto his face.
"Kessa! Sepār hae bona, ñuha jorrāelagon" She moaned in high Valyrian
He lapped up her sweet juices as he watched her come un done on his tongue.
"Kostilus" She begged and he knew what she wanted.
He pulled away from her wet heat, wiping her juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up and lifted his wife into his arms, carrying her to the bed.
"I suppose they do say practice makes perfect." She purred as she opened her legs for him.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked.
Daenerys was sitting in front of her looking glass getting her hair braided by Missandei. Her silver tresses were now back. She had stated she wanted to give birth looking like her self. "I want my daughters first glimpse of her mother to be the real me." She had said.
"Ser Barristan assured us it would be fine. In fact, I believe he said it would be smart." Dany replied. "The war is inevitable, Jon. We both know it. Renly clearly knows about Cersei's children with the Kingslayer. Who knows when he'll let that secret out, but even more then that, we know Cersei will get rid of Robert soon as well. Joffrey will be of age soon, having Robert won't be necessary for her any longer. Having friends in another kingdom will only help us."
They had invited House Whent, Mooton, and Darry to Dragonstone to meet with them to discuss a trade deal. That had of course been a lie, well sort of. Ser Barristan sent word to Ser Raymun Darry telling him it was crucial to head to Dragonstone. Jon wasn't sure what else he told the man, but he and the others had indeed arrived.
They had been greeted by Jon, who was of course the lord of the castle. He had rooms prepared and said he'd meet them all for supper.
Daenerys made sure it was a large fancy feast that was prepared. They had Lord Velaryon and his wife, along with Lord Celtigar and his wife come as well.
All Targaryen loyalists.
Dany opted to wear a blood red gown with black dragons embroiled on it, her belly on full display. Jon on the other hand was in all black, with his dark curls loose the way his wife liked them. They looked like the living embodiment of their house color.
"Thank you, Missandei. Can you tell our uncle we are ready?" She asked.
The young women nodded and left the room to inform Aemon.
His wife stood up and looked at him and smiled "Are you ready, my love?"
No, he wanted to say. The men of the Narrow Sea were one thing, these Riverland lords were another. Even if they were loyalists in the past, whose to say they aren't angry at House Targaryen anymore? Many of them lost family in the Rebellion for siding with the royals rather then the rebels which is who their liege lord fought for.
He was fucking nervous.
"It will be fine, Jon. Have faith." She said as she smoothed out his black velvet tunic.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead "Aye, lets go." He said and they made their way to the great hall.
They met their uncle at the entrance of the Great Hall. Missandei stood in front of them. They had discussed how to do this, Dany suggested they just come out and tell them the truth. No need for games or some fluffy explanation.
"I can feel your worry from here nephew, have faith in those that had faith in our family." Aemon said to him as he squeezed his shoulder.
"Aye, your right." He replied and then looked to Missandei "Lets do this."
The young women walked in first and Jon took a deep breathe as Aemon followed her in.
"You stand in the presence of Prince Aemon of House Targaryen. Son of King Maeker I and Queen Dyanna Dayne." Missandei said. Jon knew their uncle always scoffed at that. "I'm no longer a Prince, I am a maester of the citadel." He would always say. To which Dany always replied with "You are the blood of the dragon, uncle. You'll always be a prince, no matter how many links you add."
Dany squeezed his hand steadying him, and they walked in next.
"You stand in the presence of Princess Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, daughter of King Aerys II and Queen Rhaella Targaryen, and Prince Aegon of House Targaryen, true born son of Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and his wife, Princess Lyanna Stark."
Dany and Jon stood right next to their uncle, everyone at the table was standing with shock on their faces aside from the Velaryons and Celtigars who were grinning.
"My lords, my ladies, allow me to introduce you to my niece and nephew." Aemon said. "I believe we have much to discuss."
Once the initial shock wore off they had joined their guests at the table. It was Ser Rayum Darry who spoke first "Is this true? Is this really true? But how? How is this possible?"
It was Aemon who answered "My lord, it is true. Their have been many lies told over the years. To start with, my nephew, Prince Rhaegar, never kidnapped nor raped the Stark girl. Each one of your houses fought for House Targaryen during the Rebellion, I imagine you did so not believing the crown Prince would ever do such a thing to an innocent maiden."
"Of course not! Prince Rhaegar was good! He had been trying to dispose of Aerys for years for what he had done to not only his subjects, but his own mother! To believe such egregious lies was nonsense!" Lord Whent said firmly.
"You have the right of that, my lord Whent. Rhaegar did not kidnap the lady Lyanna, he married her." Aemon said. Gasps were heard throughout the room
"Married? But what of Princess Elia?" Asked Lord Mooton.
Daenerys spoke next "Princess Elia could no longer have children, and House Targaryen was in desperate need for heirs. My brother met Lyanna at the Tourney of Harrenhall, thats where they fell in love. After that they had traded ravens for a few moons and she informed my brother about her disgust for Robert Baratheon. Lord Rickard had refused his daughters pleas of refusing to marry the stag, so Lady Lyanna left Riverrun to meet up with my brother." His wife sighed and then continued "Princess Elia was aware of all of this. They had agreed to annul their marriage so long as, Aegon was still my brothers heir, which he was. Lyanna became pregnant not long after and unfortunately Rhaegar's plans did not go as he intended and we all know what happened after that." She reached for Jon's hand and intertwined it with her own. "Their child is who sits in front of you today my lords and ladies. Lord Eddard Stark raised him in secret as his bastard, Jon Snow. But he was in fact born, Aegon Targaryen, named for his elder brother who was murdered." She smiled sadly and continued "I know how mad this sounds, how much of the Rebellion seems like one giant lie now, but its the truth. And on behalf of House Targaryen I apologize for the lies and for those that you lost fighting for our family." She turned to Lord Whent "Your brother, Ser Oswell, was a good and honest knight, and he gave his life protecting my nephew." She then turned to Ser Raymun Darry "You lost three brothers fighting for our house, and Ser William spirited my brother Viserys and I away before Stannis arrived here no doubt on a mission to do to us what the Lannister's did to Aegon and Rhaenys. Ser William raised me and cared for me until his death and those have always been the greatest memories of my life until finding my uncle and nephew." She said as she tried to hold back tears. She turned to Lord Mooton and said "Your house supported Aegon the dragon, Queen Rhaenyra and her son King Aegon III, you fought for us during the Blackfyre rebellions, and you supported us during the Rebellion and lost your brother, Ser Myles."
His wife took a moment trying to control her emotions "Their is nothing more we would ask of you after all that you have sacrificed in the name of our House. We brought you all here in hopes of creating an alliance of sorts. The 7 Kingdoms are on the brink of a war, and House Targaryen will stand with you, and protect you." She said as she then stood up and walked a few paces back behind her chair.
Missandei opened the doors to the Great Hall and Jon watched as his wife pulled on the tether she had with her children.
A few moments later in flew Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion. Each dragon giving their mother love.
Jon looked around as they all had the look of awe on their faces, same as he did when he watched Dany birth them.
Rhaegal flew toward him and landed on the table in front of him. The lord of Dragonstone then turned to face their guests, petting the emerald dragon in front of him and said "So, shall we begin?"
"Your almost their, love. You can do it"
She leaned back into him, sweating and crying out in pain "I can't." She said. He hated seeing her in so much pain.
"You can, Dany. You can." He assured her, kissing the top of her head. She had been laboring for hours now, and he knew she was exhausted.
"Just one more big push, Princess." Marwyn stated.
His wife screamed out as she gave one more push, Drogon, who was on the balcony had done the same. All three dragons were screeching along with his wife.
"It's a girl!" Marwyn shouted as he pulled the small child from her and wiped her clean.
Thank the gods, he thought.
Dany cried as she held out her arms for their little girl. The Maester placed her on top of Dany's chest and Jon felt his heart stop. Suddenly his eyes were filling with tears.
"Oh, Jon. Look at her. Its her, Jon! It's her!" She cried out as she rubbed her chubby little cheek.
He knew what she meant. It was their little girl. The one they both had seen from R'hllor.
The babe opened her eyes and her beautiful violet eyes stared back at him. He leaned forward and grabbed her little hand and he knew he'd never be the same again.
She had his heart.
And she always would.
"What will you name her, niece?" Their uncle asked who had assisted Marwyn with the delivery.
Dany smiled as she smoothed out her dark curls. She leaned back into Jon's chest and said
"Lyanna Targaryen."
