Notes:
VERY AU (Alternate Universe)
Ryam Redwyne: Original Character
Some characters are out of character.
This is a story based on the Game of Thrones books and TV series, but be warned, it's a very AU (Alternate Universe) story. If you're someone who doesn't enjoy a story that deviates a lot from canon, where certain characters may act out of character, or if you're not a fan of romance with a good amount of fluff, and a story that ultimately has a happy ending, then this may not be the right story for you.
Chapter 15
Castle Black 298 AC
As Elaena, Benjen, and Aemon Targaryen gathered together, anticipation and curiosity filled the air. Benjen and Aemon sensed the gravity of Elaena's request for a pre-meeting discussion, preceding their scheduled gathering with Lord Commander Mormont and Aelora Balaerys through the magic glass.
"Ely, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" Benjen asked, his concern evident in his gaze.
Elaena took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. "Before our meeting tomorrow, there's something crucial I must reveal," she began. "As you know, through blood magic, I possess the ability to recognize individuals who carry Targaryen blood and are related to me."
Aemon nodded knowingly. "Yes, I remember when you identified me as a relative through that magic."
"Indeed," Elaena continued. "Fourteen years ago, in Valyria, upon the arrival of the young Aegon and Rhaenys, I performed a momentous ceremony. It involved the lighting of magical candles known as candles of life and death. These candles hold a fragment of the spirit of living Targaryens, remaining lit as long as the individual lives."
"Incredible," Aemon remarked in awe, his gaze fixed on Elaena. Benjen simply smiled, having witnessed her remarkable magical abilities during their years together inside those caves.
Elaena returned the smile before continuing, "During that ceremony, several candles were ignited, and one of them belongs to you, Maester Aemon."
Aemon's eyes widened in astonishment; he remained silent, a faint smile gracing his features.
Elaena glanced briefly at Aemon before explaining further, "With the assistance of Jon Connington, we managed to identify all living Targaryens not present at the ceremony, except for one individual—a child whose existence Jon Connington was unaware of."
Curiosity sparked in the eyes of Benjen and Aemon as they leaned forward, urging Elaena to continue.
"For years, we searched tirelessly for rumors or clues about this lost child, but to no avail until..." Elaena paused, turning her gaze to Benjen. He approached her, gently kissing her on the lips, and reassured her, "Ely, you can confide in me. I love you, and you can trust me."
"Until today," Elaena spoke softly, "the young man accompanying Lord Commander Mormont is not a bastard but a true Targaryen."
"J... Jon," Benjen uttered in astonishment, his eyes reflecting a mixture of disbelief and joy as he looked at his wife.
"Yes," Elaena affirmed, taking Benjen's hands in hers, her gaze filled with affection. "Jon is the legitimate son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."
Aemon gasped, his fist clenching as the gravity of Elaena's revelation hit him. "Are you certain, Elaena?"
"I am certain," Elaena affirmed with determination. "Blood magic does not deceive. Jon Snow is a trueborn Targaryen, not a bastard."
The revelation hung heavy in the air, sinking into the minds of Benjen and Aemon. Benjen had long pondered over Eddard's silence regarding Jon, and now, faced with the truth, he felt a mixture of emotions surge within him. Aemon, too, was taken aback, grappling with the implications of this newfound knowledge.
Benjen's heart swelled as he pulled Elaena closer, feeling her warmth and seeing the sparkle in her eyes. "My brother Eddard and his honor, his commitment to Catelyn... I always suspected there was more to Jon's story," Benjen confessed.
Elaena and Benjen turned their attention to Aemon, who wore an indescribable expression, lost in thought. Suddenly, Aemon furrowed his brow, voicing his thoughts, "Rhaegar was a fool. If he had publicly acknowledged his marriage to Lyanna and their child, perhaps a war could have been avoided."
"Yes," Elaena said sadly, still held in Benjen's embrace.
Lost in contemplation, Benjen added, "My brother's actions saved Jon's life. If Robert or worse, Tywin Lannister, had discovered the truth, they would have ordered his assassination."
Pausing to let the weight of the revelation sink in, Benjen's mind raced with the implications for Jon and the realm. "We must tread carefully with this information," he declared, glancing between Elaena and Aemon. "Jon's true parentage could place him in grave danger if it were to be exposed."
Elaena nodded in agreement. "You speak true, Ben. The Targaryen name carries both enemies and allies. For now, we must keep this knowledge among ourselves, until the time is right to reveal the truth."
"I believe we should confide in Lord Commander Mormont," Aemon interjected with a grave expression.
"I concur," said Elaena. "Tomorrow, before our meeting with Aelora, I will inform Lord Commander."
One day after, Lord commander tower (Castle black)
As Elaena, Benjen, Aemon Targaryen, and Lord Commander Mormont gathered, anticipation and curiosity filled the air. They awaited their scheduled meeting with Aelora Balaerys through the magic glass, yet Elaena had something crucial to discuss with the Lord Commander beforehand.
Maintaining a neutral demeanor, Lord Mormont listened to the revelation about Jon Snow's true parentage. "Poor boy," he mused upon absorbing this newfound information.
Addressing Elaena, Mormont spoke with solemnity, "Lady Elaena, as I mentioned nine years ago when we first met, my role as Lord Commander dictates neutrality regarding Westerosi political conflicts. My duty lies in safeguarding the realm from threats north of the Wall." He regarded them with a hint of sadness before continuing, "Regarding Jon's parentage, I concur with Maester Aemon's sentiment. Prince Rhaegar's concealment was folly, and Jon has suffered the consequences."
As the Lord Commander concluded, a weighty silence enveloped the room. The revelation about Jon Snow's lineage would reverberate far beyond their gathering. Elaena's mind buzzed with thoughts of the challenges ahead in convincing the realm of the impending peril. Tension and anticipation pulsed through the room as each member grappled with their contemplations.
One hour later
For an hour, Elaena and Benjen recounted their extraordinary experiences of the past eight years. They delved into details such as the magical ceremony in which an alliance was formed between the Forest Gods, the Lord of Light R'hllor of the Shadowlands, and the Valyrian gods. They spoke of the rejuvenation of Elaena by the god Arrax, the prohibition by the gods of Valyria for Elaena and Benjen to leave Westeros during the war, and the enigmatic presence of the sorceress of Asshai, among many other details.
Their narrative concluded with Elaena and Benjen delivering the crucial message sent by Leaf, a child of the forest, about the awakening of the Others in the far north, inside the Land of Always Winter. This message carried another vital directive - Elaena and Benjen were to journey south and form an alliance of warriors, tasked with aiding the Prince That Was Promised in his struggle against the impending darkness.
The impact of their narrative on everyone present was profound. Aelora Balaerys and Maester Aemon were enthralled by the story, recognizing its significance. However, Lord Commander Mormont, though impressed by their account, couldn't help but feel deeply troubled. He knew that sending letters asking for help would be met with skepticism and perhaps even ridicule when mentioning the Children of the Forest and an alliance of gods.
"Lady Elaena, Benjen Stark, what I've just heard is not only fascinating but deeply concerning," Jeor expressed with a furrowed brow. "As Lord Commander, my responsibility is to ensure the safety of the realm and its people. But how can I convince others to take this impending threat seriously? Mentioning the promised prince, the Children of the Forest, and an alliance of gods might lead them to believe I've lost my senses."
Maester Aemon nodded in understanding, "Indeed, Lord Commander, the events of the Long Night occurred thousands of years ago, and such ancient tales might be dismissed as mere myths by many. Convincing them that the true danger lies beyond the Wall will be a daunting task."
"I'm afraid we will need solid evidence," Lord Commander Mormont continued. "Something concrete that cannot be easily dismissed. Records, historical accounts, or artifacts from the past that could substantiate the existence of the Others."
Benjen Stark spoke up, "My brother, Eddard Stark, may hold the key to making them take the northern threat seriously. If we can convince him about this danger, he could sway potential allies in the South."
"With determination in his eyes, Benjen continued, 'Regarding what Lord Commander mentioned about finding evidence to confirm the presence of the Others, although we are lacking now, during the eight years I spent with Elaena in those caves, accompanied by the Children of the Forest, I learned about two powerful magics: Ice Magic and Forest Magic.'"
Suddenly, Benjen's eyes turned white, and the room was filled with the scents of a lush forest, accompanied by the sounds of woodland animals. The group looked on in amazement as he continued, "My ancestor, Bran the Builder, possessed this kind of magic. It was through this very magic that the construction of the Wall was initiated," Benjen explained.
Aelora Balaerys, who was observing through the magic glass, couldn't smell the forest, but she could hear the sounds of the animals. She thought to herself, "Ice Magic and Forest Magic, so that's what the magics of the North are called. Fascinating."
Once the magic demonstration was over, Benjen continued, "Elaena and I will journey to Winterfell to speak with my brother and present him with irrefutable proof. We will show him the truth."
"You won't go alone," Lord Commander Mormont replied firmly. "Lady Elaena, Benjen," Lord Commander said, his gaze filled with determination, "I, along with other members of the Night's Watch, will accompany you. This matter concerns a threat that comes from beyond the Wall, and it's essential that we be present at that meeting."
Curiously, Maester Aemon asked, "Who will be accompanying you on this journey?"
"Jon Snow, or should I say Jon Targaryen, Samwell Tarly. That young man has proven to be brilliant and can contribute a great deal. I was also hoping that you, Maester Aemon, would join us. Your wisdom will be crucial for this meeting. Additionally, about 20 brothers of the Night's Watch will accompany us. They won't participate in the meeting, but they will ensure our safety on the road," Lord Commander Mormont explained.
Upon hearing the name Jon Targaryen, Elaena remained silent, but internally she thanked Lord Commander Mormont for considering bringing Jon Targaryen to Winterfell. She had been planning to request a special permit from Lord Commander Mormont so that Jon could accompany her and her husband Benjen on their journey. However, with this decision, it was even better that Jon would join them with an official Night's Watch mission, rather than a mere permit.
Benjen, somewhat surprised, voiced his concern, "With all due respect to Maester Aemon, I am worried about his health for this journey." He was about to elaborate further, but Aemon gently indicated that he wanted to speak.
"I want to go," Aemon said, his gaze unwavering as he looked at both Lord Commander Mormont and Benjen with determination. "I may be old, but my mind is still sharp, and my knowledge may prove crucial in understanding the threat that lies beyond the Wall and in convincing Lord Eddard Stark about it."
Lord Commander Mormont's smile grew wider as he admired Aemon's unwavering spirit. "Maester Aemon, your wisdom and guidance have always been a pillar of strength for the Night's Watch. Your presence will be an invaluable asset, and we shall take every measure to ensure your comfort during the journey. You will travel in a special carriage, as befitting your esteemed position."
"I will also attend," Aelora Balaerys said through the magic mirror, astonishing Elaena, Benjen, Jeor Mormont, and Aemon. The unexpected declaration left the room momentarily silent as everyone processed the implication of her decision.
Elaena, recovering from her initial surprise, looked towards the magic mirror and spoke, "Aelora, my dear friend, I cannot express how much your presence means to me and to this cause. But coming to Westeros is no small journey. Are you absolutely sure about this?"
"Yes," Aelora said with conviction, "Your presence, Elaena, and mine, as a member of the Triarchy of Valyria, will send a message that Valyria wants to help in the fight against the threat from the North."
"You are more than welcome, Lady Aelora," said Lord Commander Mormont, who smiled warmly. "I am eager to meet you in person."
Elena was happy that she would see her friend in person after ten long years, but she was confused. "Aelora is not an impulsive person; her actions are calculated. Something must have changed in these eight years in Valyria for Aelora to decide to come to Westeros," Elaena thought to herself.
With the matter settled, Lord Commander Mormont turned his attention back to Maester Aemon and spoke with determination, "It is decided then. When this meeting concludes, we will send the letters to Lord Eddard Stark."
As the meeting neared its end, Lord Commander Mormont addressed a pressing matter. "What about the boy? Shall I summon him so that you, Elaena, or you, Benjen, as his family, can tell him? Or shall we wait for Lord Eddard Stark to reveal the truth to him in Winterfell?"
"I believe it's wiser for Eddard Stark himself to break the news. Winterfell is the appropriate place for Jon Targaryen, the legitimate son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, to learn the truth," Elaena said, glancing nervously at Benjen, who took her hand and reassured her, "Come, Ely, you can tell them about your suspicions regarding Jon."
"What suspicion?" Aelora asked with interest.
"I am not 100% sure yet, but I believe Jon Targaryen may be the prince or one of the princes or princesses promised in the visions of Aegon the Conqueror and my own visions," Elaena said with conviction.
A great silence filled the meeting room until Aelora exclaimed in astonishment, "Elaena, now that you mention it, Jon's candle, which represents his life, shines with more intensity than those of the other Targaryens, with the exception of Daenerys." Aelora gasped at mentioning Daenerys and continued, "Do you think that Daenerys, too, is one of the promised princes or princesses?"
"I do not know," Elaena confessed. "But if Jon and Daenerys are the prince and princess promised, we must take special care of them. I only hope the gods send us more signs."
5 minutes lates
After the meeting, Elaena approached Lord Commander Mormont with a curious expression. "Lord Commander, may I ask you about something I noticed yesterday? It seems different from what I observed eight years ago." Elaena's gaze fixated on the sword Lord Commander carried – seemingly ordinary Westerosi steel, yet imbued with enchantments akin to Valyrian craftsmanship.
"Is the sword you carry made of Valyrian steel?" she inquired.
"Yes, Lady Elaena," Lord Commander Mormont replied. "Our weapons and armor are crafted from Valyrian steel. For the past five years, we have received secret assistance from Valyria, and they have supplied us with armor and weapons made from Valyrian steel. However, I requested that they appear to be ordinary steel."
Elaena was fascinated by this revelation and thought, "Aelora has already begun to move her pieces within Westeros. She is planning this for the long term, gradually securing alliances in Westeros so that when the time comes for Aegon to claim the Iron Throne, he will have allies and support within the realm."
With a plan in motion, the group continued their preparations for the journey to Winterfell. They knew that their meeting with Eddard Stark would be of utmost importance, not only to reveal Jon's true parentage but also to discuss the threat posed by the Others and the potential alliance with the Free Folk.
Highgarden 298 AC
There were few occurrences that could unsettle Olenna Tyrell, yet the message she received that morning left her deeply perturbed. It arrived from a contact in Mole's Town, penned by her cousin Ryam Redwyne, who had taken the black fifteen years prior, joining the Night's Watch alongside other Targaryen loyalists dispatched by Robert's decree.
"The message lacks clarity," Olenna mused with frustration. "My cousin overheard a conversation between Lord Commander Mormont and Maester Aemont. It appears that Benjen Stark, Lord Eddard's younger brother, wed someone from Valyria several years past."
As she contemplated the implications, Olenna's mind raced through potential scenarios. "If this intelligence holds true, securing an alliance with House Stark becomes imperative," she thought. "Their connection to Valyria could significantly alter Westerosi politics. I must consult with Mace."
An hour later, Olenna Tyrell sat in her opulent chamber at Highgarden, accompanied by her son Mace Tyrell. The room exuded the house's emblem of the golden rose, adorned with lush greenery that mirrored their sigil. Mace regarded his mother with curiosity, pondering the urgency of her summons.
"Mother, you seem unusually eager today. What prompts this urgent discussion?" Mace inquired, raising an inquisitive brow.
Olenna offered a sly smile, "Ah, my dear son, I've conceived a plan that could greatly benefit House Tyrell. You see, I've been contemplating an alliance with House Stark."
Mace arched an eyebrow, "Are you suggesting a betrothal, Mother?"
Olenna nodded affirmatively, "Precisely. And who better than Robb Stark, eldest son of Eddard Stark, Warden of the North? The Starks boast honor and respect, and a marriage alliance between our houses would fortify both significantly."
Considering his mother's proposition, Mace voiced his concerns, "But what of House Baratheon? Weren't we pursuing a match with Prince Joffrey, the heir to the throne? Moreover, the distance between Winterfell and Highgarden is vast."
"My dear son, there are intricacies yet for you to grasp," Olenna replied enigmatically.
Olenna took a moment to explain the contents of the letter she had received from their secret contact in Mole's Town.
As she finished, Olenna noticed her son's anxious gaze. Mace could only mutter, "V…Valyria."
Understanding her son's apprehension, Olenna nodded solemnly. Fourteen years ago, news of Valyria's reappearance had unsettled all the great houses of Westeros. What followed was a prolonged silence, akin to the calm before a storm.
With a shared understanding, Olenna and Mace realized that the reappearance of Valyria and the potential alliance between the Starks and Valyria could significantly alter the political landscape of Westeros. They resolved to proceed cautiously and safeguard House Tyrell's interests amidst the intrigue.
Olenna leaned back in her chair, contemplating their next move. "Mace, we must tread carefully. Draft a letter to Eddard Stark, expressing our interest in a potential betrothal between Robb and Margaery. I trust you to ensure its safe delivery."
Mace nodded solemnly, his expression serious. "Of course, Mother. I'll see to it that the letter reaches him discreetly."
Satisfied with her son's commitment, Olenna smiled approvingly. "Excellent. Once the letter is dispatched, we must exercise patience. I have faith that Eddard Stark will consider our proposal seriously. With luck, Margaery and Robb may one day meet."
With Olenna's plan set into motion, a raven carrying her meticulously worded letter departed from Highgarden, embarking on its journey toward the icy lands of the North. Meanwhile, Olenna and Mace awaited a response, hopeful that their proposal would meet with a favorable reception.
Winterfell 298 AC
In the depths of Winterfell, within the dim and hushed crypt, Lord Eddard Stark knelt before the statue of Lyanna Stark. His countenance mirrored a blend of sorrow and resolve as he tenderly caressed the cold stone effigy of his sister.
Catelyn Stark, his wife, had traversed the fortress in search of him, eventually discovering him in this intimate and significant space. Approaching with care, she positioned herself at a respectful distance, affording him the solitude to collect his thoughts.
"Ned," she murmured softly, mindful not to intrude upon his moment of introspection.
Ned turned his gaze gradually towards her, meeting Catelyn's eyes.
"What weighs upon you, Ned?" Catelyn inquired, detecting the gravity in his tone.
Ned commenced, his voice laden with emotion. "I've received a missive from Highgarden, scribed by Mace Tyrell."
Intrigued, Catelyn arched an eyebrow. "And what does it convey?"
Handing her the letter, Ned watched as Catelyn swiftly perused its contents. As she absorbed the proposal for a matrimonial union between House Tyrell and House Stark, her eyes widened in astonishment.
"The Tyrells propose a betrothal between Margaery and Robb Stark," Catelyn exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise.
Ned nodded solemnly. "Indeed, they view it as mutually advantageous for our houses."
Catelyn deliberated the proposal thoughtfully, recognizing the potential advantages of such an alliance. "House Tyrell commands significant influence, and their support could bolster our standing in the realm. Furthermore, both Robb and Margaery are of suitable age. It could prove a prosperous match for them."
"The letter also stipulates their intent to dispatch Margaery to Winterfell accompanied by a retinue, facilitating her acquaintance with Robb," Catelyn added.
"I shall instruct Maester Luwin to dispatch a raven to Highgarden tomorrow, extending an invitation for Margaery and her entourage to Winterfell," she continued.
Observing Ned's countenance, which bore a blend of gratitude and apprehension, Catelyn pressed further. "What troubles you, Ned? This prospective alliance with House Tyrell should bring you solace, yet I perceive a lingering concern in your demeanor."
Ned sighed, his expression softening. "I am appreciative of the potential this alliance holds, but my mind is preoccupied by another matter," he confessed.
"There are other matters we must address, Catelyn," he continued, his tone imbued with solemnity. "This morning, I received two missives, not from the south, but from the north."
Intrigued, Catelyn regarded him, awaiting elaboration.
With a sigh, Benjen Stark stepped forward and spoke, "My brother Benjen reappeared after eight years beyond the Wall."
Catelyn's eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately embraced Ned, "Praise the new gods and the old, Ned! What wonderful news! After eight long years, your brother has returned. But I sense there's more to it. Why do you wear that expression, my love?"
Ned hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Catelyn, there's something I must share with you. The reappearance of Benjen and the letter he wrote to me made me realize the importance of honesty between us."
Ned's expression turned serious, and he said, "We must talk about Jon Snow before you hear anything from other sources. There are truths about him I've kept concealed until now."
Catelyn's face turned slightly colder, but she composed herself and replied, "Tell me, Ned."
"First, I must ask for your forgiveness," Ned continued, his voice tinged with regret. "For all these years, I have kept a secret from you, one that has weighed heavily on my conscience."
Catelyn furrowed her brow and thought, "Ned seems quite nervous, I don't think I've ever seen him so insecure, he doesn't know how to proceed." She decided to reach out and hold his hand, silently encouraging him to continue.
"Jon is not my bastard son as everyone believes. He is the son of my sister, Lyanna, and Rhaegar Targaryen," Ned confessed.
Catelyn's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she couldn't find the words to respond.
"In the Tower of Joy, I found Lyanna dying and holding her newborn son," Ned continued, his voice shaking with emotion. "She entrusted his care to me and made me promise. I vowed to protect and raise him as my own, to keep him safe from those who would harm him because of his Targaryen lineage."
Catelyn felt a whirlwind of emotions surge within her – surprise, anger, confusion, but also a newfound compassion for the burden Ned had carried for so long.
"You've kept this secret all these years?" she finally managed to say, her voice a mixture of astonishment and hurt.
Ned nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I feared for Jon's life if his true parentage became known. Robert and Tywin Lannister would have seen him as a threat to their claims to the throne and would have sought to have him killed. I could never permit that to happen to my sister's child."
Catelyn's anger softened as she understood the gravity of the situation. "You did what you believed was necessary to protect him," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of understanding and sadness.
"I'm truly sorry, Catelyn," Ned said, his voice filled with remorse. "I should have trusted you enough to share the truth with you from the beginning. But I was afraid of the consequences, and I didn't want to put you or Jon in danger."
Catelyn took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "We must protect Jon, now more than ever. He is family, and he deserves to grow up surrounded by love and loyalty. I will treat him as a Stark from this moment on."
Ned's eyes softened, grateful for Catelyn's understanding. He pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her tightly.
"I love you, Catelyn," Ned said, his voice sincere. "Thank you for finding it in your heart to forgive me."
"I love you too, Ned," Catelyn replied, tears welling up in her eyes. "We will face whatever challenges lie ahead together, as a family."
"There's something I don't understand, Ned. How did your brother manage to uncover the secret about Jon, a secret that you never disclosed to anyone?" Catelyn's curiosity was piqued as she questioned.
"I honestly don't have the slightest idea, Cat," said Eddard, looking affectionately at his wife. "That's one of the things I'll ask him during his next visit to Winterfell."
"After a brief silence, Eddard continued, "Cat, I've already confided in you about Jon's secret. Now, I must discuss the other crucial information contained in these letters."
For the next hour, Ned proceeded to enlighten Catelyn on the vital contents of the two missives. He delved into the potential threat looming from the North, the imminent visit of members of the Night's Watch to Winterfell to address this pressing concern, Benjen Stark's recent marriage to Elaena Targaryen, and the possible arrival of other individuals from Valyria.
As his narration drew to a close, Eddard observed Catelyn, who appeared deep in thought, surprisingly devoid of fear.
"Ned, did Benjen provide further details about his wife, Elaena Targaryen, in his letter?" Catelyn inquired, her thirst for knowledge evident.
"According to Benjen's correspondence, she is the sister of Aenar Targaryen, the first Targaryen to journey from Valyria four hundred years ago and settle in Westeros," Ned elucidated.
Catelyn then pressed, "Aren't you apprehensive?"
Ned confessed, "Cat, they've been wed for eight years now. Elaena is already an integral part of our family, and according to Benjen's letter, she offered him unwavering support during his eight years beyond the Wall. While there is a lingering sense of unease, my concerns primarily revolve around the potential threat from the North that Lord Commander Mormont has highlighted. I shall instruct Maester Luwin to compose a letter addressed to Lord Commander Mormont, accepting his proposal and extending an invitation to Winterfell."
Lost in thought, Catelyn responded, "My love, I must confess, I initially harbored fear at the mention of Valyria, but upon reflection, Benjen's marriage may have forged a valuable alliance for us."
As they contemplated the potential benefits of this alliance, Catelyn's thoughts drifted to their children and how this revelation might impact them. "Ned, what shall we disclose to our children regarding this matter?" she inquired.
Eddard pondered for a moment before replying, "For now, let us withhold the knowledge of the looming threat in the North. Instead, let's focus on sharing news of Robb and Margaery Tyrell's potential betrothal, Benjen's long-awaited return, and, of course, Jon's secret."
Catelyn nodded, understanding the importance of shielding their children from the harsh realities beyond the Wall."
One day after- Winterfell
Eddard and Catelyn Stark convened their children in the Great Hall of Winterfell. Robb and Torrhen sat side by side, with their younger sisters, Sansa and Arya, flanking them. Brandon squirmed in his seat, while little Rickon remained nestled in Catelyn's embrace.
"Children," Eddard began, his voice commanding the attention of the room, "Your mother and I have news of great importance."
Catelyn took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over her attentive children. "House Tyrell of Highgarden has proposed a marriage alliance. They seek Robb's hand in betrothal to Margaery Tyrell."
Robb's eyes widened with surprise, Sansa's interest piqued, and Arya's attention momentarily diverted from her thoughts of swordplay. Torrhen, ever the contemplative one, absorbed the news, while Brandon's excitement was palpable. Rickon, too young to grasp the gravity of the situation, mirrored the joy radiating in the room.
"This alliance could greatly benefit our family," Catelyn continued. "Margaery is a kind and intelligent girl. We believe she and Robb would form a strong and prosperous union."
Robb nodded thoughtfully. "I understand, Father. I'll do what's best for our family."
Torrhen concurred, "Yes, Father. If this alliance secures Winterfell's safety, then I support it."
Sansa interjected, her curiosity evident, "I've heard tales of Highgarden's breathtaking gardens. If Robb marries Margaery, will I have the chance to see them?"
Catelyn's smile softened at her daughter's eagerness. "Certainly, dear. If all goes well, you'll visit Highgarden and marvel at its beauty."
Eddard surveyed his children, his expression grave as he broached the next topic. "There's another matter we must discuss. Your uncle Benjen has returned after eight years beyond the Wall."
The children's eyes widened in wonder, Robb and Torrhen exchanged glances, eager to meet the uncle they scarcely remembered.
"Before we delve into that," Eddard continued solemnly, "There's something concerning Jon."
Sansa's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembling as she asked, "Is Jon alright?" Though she tried to conceal her emotions, Eddard and Catelyn sensed her turmoil.
Eddard's gaze softened as he regarded Sansa. He comprehended her conflicted feelings, having distanced himself from Jon. "Yes, Jon is safe," he reassured her with a gentle smile.
Catelyn drew a breath, her tone grave. "Children, there's a truth you must know. Jon isn't Ned's illegitimate son but the offspring of my sister-in-law, Lyanna Stark, and Rhaegar Targaryen."
Shock rippled through the room. Robb grasped the implications, Arya's eyes welled with tears, Torrhen puzzled, Sansa's heart raced, Brandon saddened, while Rickon, too young to grasp fully, felt the gravity of the moment.
Robb spoke firmly, "Does Jon know? Does he know the truth?"
Eddard shook his head. "No, not yet. In three months, when the Night's Watch arrives, I'll reveal the truth to him."
"I kept this secret to safeguard Jon," Eddard explained. "His Targaryen heritage could endanger him."
"I understand, Father," Robb affirmed. "The realm was fragile after Robert's Rebellion."
Torrhen, thoughtful, spoke up, "Jon is still our brother. We must stand by him."
Sansa wiped away tears. "Thank you for honesty, Father."
Arya nodded, her emotions guarded. "He's still the same person."
Brandon, subdued, added, "He's a Stark. We protect our own."
Eddard and Catelyn exchanged a proud glance at their children's unity.
In the ensuing minutes, Eddard and Catelyn provided a brief explanation about the return of Benjen Stark and his wife, Elaena Targaryen, careful not to delve into too many details. As they concluded, they noticed their children staring at them in astonishment.
Arya was the first to break the silence, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Does this mean Aunt Elaena will let me ride a dragon?! I've always dreamt of it!"
Brandon, wearing a wide grin, interjected, "This is incredible! Dragons and magic, just like in the legends!"
Sansa, ever the dreamer, pondered aloud, "I wonder what life is like in Valyria. Perhaps Aunt Elaena will regale us with tales of their history and customs."
Torrhen, typically reserved, appeared intrigued; curiosity gleamed in his eyes. "For years, I've immersed myself in books about Valyria and its mysteries. Now, with a Targaryen aunt, I'm eager to delve even deeper into that ancient land and its enigmas."
Robb, the responsible eldest, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, there's much to be gleaned from her. Having Aunt Elaena among us presents a valuable opportunity."
Eddard and Catelyn exchanged amused glances, observing their children's newfound curiosity. They were prepared to embrace a world where dragons and ancient legacies transcended mere tales from history books.
10 days after, Valyria. Targaryen Manse 298 AC
Aelora Balaerys and Jon Connington observed as the Targaryens gradually arrived at the meeting they had been summoned to attend. Viserys and his niece, Rhaenys, his betrothed, entered the room hand in hand, taking their prominent seats at the head of the table as the elder members of the family. Following shortly after, Aegon returned from his advanced fire magic classes. Finally, Daenerys and Alyssane made their entrance, accompanied by their best friend, Vaella Balaerys, Aelora's niece. The three young women were escorted by Ser Jorah Mormont and Ser Willem Darry.
Aelora noticed the slight glisten of sweat on Vaella, Daenerys, and Alyssane's faces. She inquired, "How are your combat classes progressing?"
Ser Willem responded, looking proud of the three young ladies, "They have improved significantly in both Valyrian and Westerosi combat styles."
Daenerys smiled at Ser Willem and then turned to Aelora and Jon Connington, "Although I wasn't initially drawn to these classes like Alyssane and Vaella, who seem to have a natural affinity for combat, I must admit that over the past six years, they have helped me gain confidence in myself."
"Well said, little sister," Viserys chimed in, pride evident in his gaze.
Once all the attendees were seated in their respective places, Aelora began her presentation, "The purpose of this meeting is of utmost importance, something I must share with all of you."
Aelora turned to Alyssane and said, "Alysanne, your mother, Elaena, has returned. She is currently back south of the Wall, in Mole's Town."
Alyssane, tears welling in her eyes, exclaimed, "My mother has returned." Ser Willem Darry approached her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, saying, "She's back, my little Alyssane." She stood up from her seat and hugged Ser Willem, overcome with happiness.
Within the hour, Aelora and Jon Connington meticulously recounted the reappearance of Elaena Targaryen and her husband Benjen Stark after an eight-year absence beyond the Wall.
Viserys, Rhaenys, Aegon, Daenerys, and Alyssane had long been privy to the circumstances surrounding Elaena's journey to Westeros a decade ago, her connections with the Night's Watch, her marriage to Benjen Stark, and their encounters with Leaf, a Child of the Forest. Aelora Balaerys and Jon Connington had taken it upon themselves to ensure that every aspect was conveyed to them in thorough detail.
They believed it paramount, particularly for Aegon as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, to possess a comprehensive understanding of their family's history, the significance of their alliances, and the potential threats they might confront. Aegon's knowledge and comprehension were deemed vital for the future of House Targaryen and their aspirations in Westeros. Thus, they meticulously shared all pertinent information with him and his siblings, ensuring they were well-equipped to face the challenges ahead.
Restless upon learning of the possible threat from the North and the resurgence of the Others, Aegon turned to Jon Connington, seeking counsel. "Lord Jon Connington, as Hand of the King for my grandfather and now as my Hand of the King, what do you advise we should do now?"
Jon Connington replied with assurance, "Your Grace, my wife and I intend to journey to Winterfell in approximately two or three months to convene with Elaena, her husband Benjen Stark, Lord Eddard Stark, his wife Catelyn, Lord Commander Mormont, and Maester Aemon Targaryen, to discuss this matter and others."
"Why Winterfell? And why involve Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn in this meeting?" Ser Jorah Mormont inquired cautiously, casting a watchful eye over the gathering. "Lady Aelora, wouldn't it be wiser to convene at Castle Black, where you have fostered a friendly relationship for some years now?"
Aelora smiled at Ser Jorah and replied, "Your observation is astute, Ser Jorah, and I value your counsel. However, there is one final detail I have yet to disclose." She paused enigmatically before continuing, "The lost Targaryen child has resurfaced."
At this revelation, Daenerys gasped, "The dark-haired boy from my dreams," speaking more to herself. She noticed Alyssane and Vaella exchanging knowing smiles, causing her to blush before returning her focus to Aelora.
Aelora pressed on, "He is a fifteen-year-old boy who, until just a year ago, resided in Winterfell as Lord Eddard Stark's illegitimate son."
"Jon Snow?" Ser Jorah asked incredulously.
"Yes, Ser Jorah," Aelora confirmed. Intrigued by Ser Jorah's awareness of Jon Snow's existence, she probed further, "Ser Jorah, how did you come to know about Jon Snow?"
"Lady Aelora, throughout Westeros, particularly in the North, the legend of Lord Eddard Stark's honor is well-known. When it became public knowledge fourteen or fifteen years ago that the honorable Eddard Stark had fathered a bastard son, it became a topic of conversation across the North," Ser Jorah explained.
He paused briefly before continuing, "I believe I understand why Eddard concealed Jon Snow's identity. If Robert Baratheon or Tywin Lannister had learned of the existence of that child, they might have sought his assassination."
Deeply impacted by this revelation, Daenerys inquired further, "Aelora, you mentioned that Jon lived in Winterfell until recently. I am curious as to his current whereabouts."
"Jon joined the Night's Watch a year ago," Aelora revealed. "We have chosen Winterfell for our meeting for two reasons. Firstly, we seek to solidify the alliance with House Stark, a bond that commenced eight years ago with the marriage of Elaena and Benjen. Secondly, Elaena and Benjen insist that it be Lord Eddard himself who reveals Jon Snow's true parentage."
With this information conveyed, Aelora turned to Aegon and asserted, "Aegon, as the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms, I deem it imperative that you accompany my husband Jon Connington and me to Winterfell. It is vital that you acquaint yourself with the great lords of Westeros and earn their trust."
Aegon nodded solemnly, recognizing the significance of the journey. "I understand, Aelora. I will accompany you," he declared resolutely.
Standing beside him, Rhaenys added, "Aegon and I are both resolved to go, not only for duty but also for our brother Jon's sake."
Alyssane, still teary-eyed from the joyous news of her mother's return, interjected, "Aelora, I wish to join as well. I yearn to see my mother and meet my stepfather."
Maintaining composure despite her racing heart at the prospect of encountering the boy from her dreams, Daenerys concurred, "I echo Aegon and Rhaenys's sentiments. Count me in."
Vaella, ever adventurous, chimed in eagerly, "Aunt Aelora, I wish to accompany my friends Daenerys and Alyssane on this journey!"
Aelora nodded approvingly at their resolve before turning to Viserys, the eldest among them. "Viserys, you shall remain here in Valyria to oversee Targaryen family affairs. I trust in your wisdom and leadership during our absence," she declared firmly. "Rest assured, you have the support of my family, the Balaerys."
Viserys, always protective of his siblings, nodded solemnly, accepting the responsibility entrusted to him. "You can rely on me, Aelora. I will manage affairs here."
With the decision made, Aelora's mind was set on their journey to Winterfell. It was more than a mere reunion with Elaena and Benjen; it was an opportunity to fortify the Valyrian freehold's position and prepare for the unforeseen challenges that lay ahead.
HighGarden 298 AC
A response finally arrived, penned by Eddard Stark himself. In his cordial letter, he expressed gratitude for the proposal and acknowledged the potential benefits of an alliance between their houses. He agreed that it would indeed be a wonderful opportunity for their children to meet and get to know each other.
Olenna's face lit up with delight as she read the letter aloud to Mace. "It seems Eddard Stark is open to the idea. Now, we must plan a visit to Winterfell. I want Margaery to meet Robb and see if they are compatible."
Mace nodded, his mind already racing with plans. "I shall make the necessary preparations for our journey."
Castle black 298 AC
In the secluded private quarters of Lord Commander Mormont at Castle Black, Jon Snow and Samwell Tarly stood side by side, unsure of why they had been summoned. While Jon, as the Commander's steward, was accustomed to attending him daily, the inclusion of Samwell left them both perplexed.
The room was adorned with maps, scrolls, and a cozy fireplace crackling in the background. Lord Commander Mormont sat behind his desk, his eyes shrewd and filled with a sense of purpose.
"Jon, Samwell, I have an important mission for both of you," Mormont began, his voice steady. "In two months' time, we shall depart for Winterfell. I, along with Aemon Targaryen, Benjen Stark, and his wife Elaena, will be visiting your home."
Jon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Winterfell had been his home before he took the black, and the prospect of returning there filled him with both excitement and apprehension. But why would Samwell be joining them?
"My Lord, may I ask what the purpose of this journey is?" Jon inquired, trying to make sense of the situation.
"We need to speak with your father, Jon, about several urgent matters," Lord Commander Mormont responded somewhat abruptly.
Mormont's gaze shifted to Samwell, who stood nervously beside Jon. "Samwell, you will be accompanying us because of your knowledge and insight into the ancient texts and lore of Westeros," Mormont explained. "I believe your presence will prove beneficial."
Samwell looked astounded by the revelation. He had always considered himself an outcast and a failure, but to be chosen for such an important task filled him with a sense of purpose and pride.
As for Jon, although he didn't yet fully understand the purpose of their visit to Winterfell, he keenly sensed that the topics to be discussed in the upcoming reunion were of utmost importance. He grasped the significance of the companions on this journey. Aemon Targaryen, the wise maester, was a venerable source of knowledge and experience. Benjen Stark, his uncle, had returned after many years, bringing with him his enigmatic wife, Elaena.
Two months later Castle Black 298 AC
The preparations for the journey to Winterfell were complete. Jon watched as Maester Aemon settled comfortably into a special carriage, while Lord Commander Mormont gave final orders to his fellow brothers of the Night's Watch, who would accompany them for protection on the way.
Lost in his thoughts, Jon noticed Benjen and Elaena approaching him. Elaena's bright eyes met his as she cheerfully asked, "Ready for this adventure, dear nephew?"
Jon confessed, "A bit nervous. It's been over a year since I left Winterfell, and this is my first visit since I joined the Night's Watch."
Observing Elaena's gaze on him, Jon wondered, "Who is this mysterious woman? I've only known her for two months, and yet I feel a connection with her that I can't explain. My uncle Ben has been a bit evasive about her origins, but he assured me that many truths will come to light in Winterfell."
Noticing Jon's unease, Elaena placed a hand on his shoulder and reassured him, "Dear nephew, I know you have many questions, but let me assure you that soon, many of them will be answered."
Lord Jeor Mormont was restless, knowing that once the meeting in Winterfell was over, he had to return immediately to Castle Black. The disappearance of three rangers, who hadn't reported in for a month, worried him. One of the rangers, Ser Waymar Royce, led the group, along with two others named Gared and Will. Mormont was concerned that two experienced rangers like Gared and Will had not been heard from. With these thoughts on his mind, Lord Commander Mormont gave the order for the company to move forward to Winterfell.