Jon
It was the sting of failure that drove Jon back to Cannibal soon after he escorted the princess to the castle, albeit at a different location. The woman following him and stumbling into the deadliest secret in the world frustrated him. I have grown too lax. It was through Cannibal's senses that Jon could detect her easily enough. Though, it was too late as she has already seen him with the beast. Jon doubted she would've made it that far if Ghost was with him as the wolf stalked the woods better than any man or animal. Jon was furious when he found her. He pushed her against the rock, thinking about the dire consequences. Oh, how quick the anger fled when she peered up at him with her brown eyes behind curly hair black as his dragon. He was still livid, yes, but it meshed with the sense of admiration when she glared at him back with her head held high. A third feeling was in the mix when he helped her to her feet, his hands around her waist. Jon did not like the feelings it brought to him, and he swore afterward he would keep his distance. It would cloud his sense as it has whenever he interacted with Rhaenys. It would be for the good of both of us.
But it was not the princess that caused him to return to the dragon. Gerold Dayne has a dragon, Jon cursed, and I failed to find him. This was a catastrophe that sent his mind into turmoil. How could he even claim a dragon? Jon thought desperately. House Dayne is not Valyrion. There is no dragon blood for him. First Tyrion and now him. There was something he was missing, something big. Jon had to find out or he would lose his mind. Fortunately, he had the means to do so. He and Tyrion stockpiled as many things as they could from old Valyria, things that people would never believe with their own eyes. Yet they are associated with dark magic, Jon thought grimly. He loathed touching anything related to what Euron Greyjoy used during his voyages. At the same time, Jon knew he had no choice as a dragon in the hands of a man as dangerous as Gerold Dayne would be costly. He already tried to have Jon and his family murdered. A child from Cannibal can get the results he craves.
Cannibal hissed when he saw Jon approach. Through their connection, Jon can feel the overwhelming irritation in failing to destroy the other dragon. You and I are the same, Jon told him. The dragon disagreed and a wave of anger blazed in Jon's head. It's your fault, the beast seemed to say. It is, it is my fault, Jon sent to him to calm him down. It worked slightly and it was enough for Jon to mount him. There were saddlebags, normal woolen bags, and other containers tied to the many spikes on Cannibal's back, but it was just one he had an eye for.
The gold of the giant chest shimmered under the light of the settling sun. When the dying sun rays touched it, it shifted between all colors known to man and many more that have no name. It only functioned like that during sunset. Magic. Jon appreciated it even more for that, yet he still hesitated before unlocking the chest. Beauty often comes with dangers. Jon thought of Rhaenys and her Dornish skin and her seductive smile.
The chest opened with a hiss. The chest was large compared to standard…but it was larger somehow inside. The Valyrions crafted this chest to where it's normal on the outside, but it stretched in length and width considerably inside where a dozen items can be stored. They were mad and arrogant, Jon thought, but they were arrogant for a reason. The likes of them will never be seen again.
He searched through dragon glass, glass candles, books where pictures move, whips that come alive with the proper command in Valyrion, and elegant coins whose faces shifted between a dragon and gemstones of Sapphire, Amethyst, Opal, emerald…and ruby.
Jon's eyes found the shade of the evening except it had a tint of gold. It differs from the one the Warlocks use because it shows you what it knows you desire, but the body and mind will be incredibly weak after. It can only be taken once every couple of moons, any more than that you will die a terrible death.
The greenery and the sunset withered away. There was a room. There were two people, a man, and a woman, yet they were not in harmony. One man had hair of silver, unkempt and dirty, and fingers as long and yellow as a lion's tooth. The woman had golden hair and green eyes that were loaded with tears as the man forced himself on top of her. The scene switched with a baby with an abnormally large head being held by a man that held no love for him.
The scene switched rapidly again. There was a massive fortress of fused black stone that reaches the clouds and spanned across the sea. Figures of white wraiths were seen with gemstones in their eyes. They rode beasts with spikes and horns with wings that ate nothing but others of its kind. The colors of each gemstone ruled for thousands of years, died, and were replaced by another as were their winged beasts. Pearl, jade, tourmaline, onyx, topaz, opal, until the figure of Amethyst was struck down by a figure of ruby so red it looked like blood. The ruby joined with a figure with eyes like a tiger and produced. Terror and death magic reigned supreme. Families of lower classes escaped with their winged beasts that were not as fierce as the Gemstones owned. The emerald that never was broke away and escaped to the west. The sapphire, worse than even the ruby, was banished to the west. The emerald used the power to grow while the sapphire used the power to destroy and manipulate life. The two Gemstones clashed in the west and the emerald broke into a dozen broken pieces. The ruby traveled to the west, and black greasy foundations were built across the land as the Gemstone battled the sapphire. A sword was pushed into a heart and burned like a star. The sapphire was forced to the north. Jon saw cold blue eyes staring back at him. The ailing ruby fell to the south like a fallen star but was followed by its most devoted followers and they were tasked with the promise of duty and blessed with power that passes down the generations.
Jon awoke back to reality and didn't have the energy to move his limbs. The cold black of sleep hugged him. He dreamt of Gemstones and falling stars.
Aegon
Aegon looked into Tyrion's red-rimmed eyes with bewilderment. He felt as if the dwarf had slapped him with the flat side of a sword. Soon, if this was true, many people were going to get impaled by the tip of the sword. What the imp just said was outrageous, treasonous, and dangerous. Rhaenys's hand gripped his thigh tightly.
"I am as shocked as you, my prince," Tyrion said lowly. "And as devastated, from what you can gather about my appearance." The imp was intoxicated with wine and slurred a word more than once. His beard of black and gold was disheveled, his garment ruffled, and his nose was messy with snot. Aegon agreed with his statement. He is pathetic, he thought, and he couldn't help the little sneer that crossed his lips.
"Shriveling with guilt in his cell, Jaime felt the need to confess to me more of his sins. He told me the shameful acts a brother should not have with a sister. He told me the infidelity my sweet sister has shown towards House Targaryen."
There was a deafening silence.
"They are bastards," Aegon said outloud, not surprised. Rhaenys didn't look surprised. They often disscussed of this.
Rhaenys was skeptical. "Why would you tell us this?" Aegon wanted to throttle her. Why does it matter? The Lannister is willing to oust his own family and you just want to appear smarter than you really are.
There was a shadow under Tyrion's eyes. "You know how much I love my family. But my duty to the king and the royal family comes first."
"Still," Rhaenys said, ignoring Aegon's glare, "you understand that we have to be diligent handling this…scandal as it is treasonous. You say the kingsguard fucked his sister and lord Visery's children are not his."
"You were ready to condemn Edric Baratheon to death, a young boy, but now want to be diligent when I come forward?" Tyrion criticized gruffly. The dwarf then laughed with abandonment. "Oh, how offenses are questioned when it comes out the mouth of a dwarf."
"It surely doesn't help your case," Rhaenys said indifferently. "I don't trust the Lannisters or you. I would just love to have the bitch Cersei's head roll, but I would never trust the word of a son from Tywin Lannister. You have a motive and I smell it."
Tyrion stared at them. Aegon felt slightly uneasy looking into the dwarf's black and green eyes and the amount of murderous rage in them. Then it vanished, and a big drunken smile broke Tyrion's face.
"I understand your grace. Who would ever trust the word from a drunken dwarf?"
Me, Aegon thought.
"We would like this to remain silent," Rhaenys said. Aegon felt the opposite. He wanted to act now. Cersei and her bastard child should be in the cell right next to the kingslayer. Damn Tywin Lannister and his gold.
"Of course." Tyrion bowed deeply and walked out.
Aegon immediately rounded on his sister. "What was that!?" he nearly screamed. "We have the perfect opportunity to be rid of Cersei and the Lannisters, but you spurned him! Now, there's a chance he takes back his word and blames it for being in his cups. Or, worse, he might aid Cersei and her bastard Tommen in returning to Casterly Rock!"
There was anger on Rhaenys's face. "We trust his word, act now, and head to war with Tywin Lannister no matter if Tyrion was telling the truth. I say we down to the cells to obtain the truth from Jaime Lannister himself."
"How would you know if Jaime would lie or not?" Aegon spat back. "I say we make sure that Cersei, her bastard, and the kingslayer will be executed on the morrow with what information we have."
"That is stupid!" The temper was now on Rhaenys as she got into his face, her nose almost touching his. "Why would we go to war over the words of a drunken dwarf? What if he is lying because he wanted to be the next lord of Casterly rock as he knows Tywin would go to war for his children? What if he's even commanded by Tywin himself to make us appear as monsters so the realm would raise their swords against us? We already must deal with Renly Baratheon!" Loras flinched in the corner, but Aegon was too angry to care.
"I'm the prince, not you," Aegon yelled. "I will be king while you will be married to some wrinkly old man with a small keep. You are not married yet because no one wishes to marry you!"
"I refused to let myself to get married off, unlike you." Rhaenys smiled cruelly. "You whisper Dany's name in bed with the Tyrell, yet you will never have her. The men I desire I always get. How can you be a future king." Her dark eyes mocked him, and her words cut worse.
HOW DARE SHE?! Aegon slammed his fists on the table and stalked off. He slammed the door open with a clap that startled Lewyn. He glared at Loras as he left the solar. Damn you and damn your sister for denying me Daenarys.
I will go to the kingslayer to humor Rhaenys, Aegon thought heatedly. We will do things her way. The kingslayer will deny being in bed with his sister. The dwarf will be sober the next day and deny everything he said. Then Cersei and Tommen and Myrcella will still walk the red keep with their golden hair and green eyes.
Aegon knew deep in his gut that Tyrion was right. But he still walked down the steps to the cells, Lewyn on his heels.
Tyrion
They mocked me and named me liar, Tyrion snarled. They think me a fool because I'm a dwarf. They are not aware, but this dwarf has claws and knows how to make things bleed.
It was a long walk through the castle to find who he is searching for. His legs cramped but his lust for bloodlust made him immune to the pain. If the idiot Aegon and the whore Rhaenys won't see through what must be done, I know someone who will.
Tyrion arrived at the door and banged on the wood impatiently. There were curses and footsteps and the door was swung open. Viserys looked down at him, stony-faced and tensed, obviously still reeling after the loss of his son. I will make sure he will not share the same sentiment soon enough.
"What dwarf?" Viserys asked.
Tyrion let the crooked smile appear on his face. "I bring bad tidings. I fear you have not only lost one son, but you have lost two."
Rhaenys
Rhaenys stood there, still fuming long after Aegon had stormed off. He acts and thinks like a child, she thought bitterly. He will get himself killed before he even sits the throne. But then the weight of her frustration shifted, and she realized she needed to calm herself. They were both hotheaded, quick to speak their minds, and it often led to arguments that served no one. Rhaenys loved her little brother, but sometimes his reckless ambition blinded him to the true burden of a crown. He thinks winning wars will prove his worth, she mused. But ruling isn't about glory; it's about wisdom.
Loras's voice broke through her thoughts, sharp with anger. "What you said about my sister, Margaery, was an offense. She will be queen, your queen, and you will respect her as such."
Rhaenys hadn't even noticed him behind her until he spoke. Still, her anger was too strong to soften immediately. "It was an offense, yes," she replied flatly, "but it was the truth. Your sister will never be the woman who has Aegon's heart. She never will."
Loras's eyes flashed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Neither you nor Aegon show her the respect she deserves," he spat. "Do you know how many nights she's come to me, crying because the prince calls out another woman's name while he lies with her?" His voice was low but full of venom.
Rhaenys let out a breath, her lips curling into a cold smile. "Too many, I bet," she said, her voice laced with cruel amusement. "But she'll be fine. She'll be queen, after all."
Loras's face hardened, and his voice dropped even further, full of accusation. "You Targaryens and your arrogance, thinking you're above everyone else. Renly's nephew was murdered, and yet justice is swept aside by your dragons while you plot your own conquest."
Rhaenys's eyes narrowed, but she refused to be drawn further into this. "I didn't ask for your opinion. Go stand guard outside the door," she commanded, her patience thinning. The tension in the room was thick, and she was done with this bickering. "If Renly calls his banners from Storm's End, he will be dealt with accordingly."
Loras hesitated, then took a step closer, his voice barely a whisper. "For Renly," he said, his tone filled with quiet, smoldering rage.
Her vision blurred momentarily, the edges of her world dimming to a sharp blackness that threatened to overtake her.
Darkstar
That beast was searching for me.
Gerold and the onlookers stood outside the inn when the black dragon flew overhead. Its massive wings stretched so wide that the sun disappeared behind it, plunging the world into a brief, suffocating darkness. The creature circled, scanning the ground below, its eyes searching for something—someone—before it moved on. Gerold felt the familiar unease in his chest. Twilight, hidden beneath his cloak, trembled with restrained animosity as it locked eyes with Cannibal in the sky.
The rider is looking for it, Gerold thought, anxiety clawing at him. He had no time to waste. I don't know where to go, but anywhere is better than standing still, waiting for that dragon to burn us alive.
He ran a hand down Twilight's smooth, purple scales, offering what comfort he could. You'll grow soon enough. You'll be strong enough to kill Cannibal. Strong enough to burn everyone who has wronged me. His thoughts turned to Arianne Martell, the woman who had discarded him after his defeat at Jon Snow's hands. You used me for years, spreading your legs and whispering promises, only to toss me aside for another. I know you hope to ensnare Jon Snow, but you'll never have him. You always were a disloyal whore.
Gerold was unsure whether his or Joffrey's assassination plot had succeeded. Jon Snow might still be alive, a threat that needed to be dealt with. I'll pay a visit to Winterfell. I'll burn his whole damn family. I am of House Dayne—no one will make a fool of me.
But a more immediate concern gnawed at him—How the hell do I feed this dragon?
He was at a secluded lake, surrounded by sentinel trees. His horse was tethered to a nearby branch, the area was perfect for hunting, yet Twilight refused to eat. Gerold had never paid much attention to dragon lore. Dragons had been extinct long before his time, their history little more than myth. I never cared about dragons until now, he thought in frustration. What do they eat? How much do they eat? What if it starves before I can even use it?
Gerold held a cooked rabbit on a stick, offering it to Twilight, but the dragon merely sniffed at it with disinterest. Eat the damn thing, Gerold muttered. He made the mistake of forcing the stick into Twilight's mouth. The dragon snapped it in half, biting down hard on his fingers.
"You little shit!" Gerold cursed, pulling his hand back. Blood oozed from his wounded fingers.
Twilight's eyes narrowed, and its nostrils flared as it caught the scent of his blood. With a sudden hiss, the dragon lunged, sinking its sharp teeth into Gerold's fingers, drinking greedily. "Get off me! Get off!" Gerold screamed, flailing his arm in panic. He kicked his legs, his foot striking Twilight in the midsection. The dragon recoiled, licking the blood from its teeth with satisfaction.
"You've gone too far," Gerold growled, eyes burning with rage. "What's the use of a dragon if it doesn't eat, doesn't obey?" He drew his sword, lifting it high above his head. Maybe the stories are true—that only those with Valyrian blood can tame dragons...
The dragon's eyes flashed with an eerie purple glow, halting Gerold in his tracks. The air itself seemed to pulse with energy, and all around him, the trees were painted in a haunting violet hue. What is this? Gerold's sword slipped from his grasp as his mind faltered.
"It is your birthright," the dragon's voice hissed, smooth and venomous, like a whisper of silk against his skin. The light dimmed, but Twilight's eyes still burned with an unnatural glow. They bored into Gerold, and a sudden chill swept over him.
I am going mad, he thought, his legs giving way beneath him.
A strange laugh followed, like nails scraping across glass. "No, you are beginning to see." The voice echoed in his head. "House Dayne has forgotten its ways."
"You're a dragon!" Gerold whispered, his voice shaking. "Dragons don't speak!"
He grabbed his face, twisting the skin, pinching his flesh as if trying to wake from some fevered dream. This isn't real. I've lost my mind. It's Snow...he's done this to me.
Twilight's gaze never wavered. The dragon inhaled deeply, and steam billowed from its nostrils, rising like a cloud of smoke. "The dragons you know are of the lower class. They are bound by their masters, their minds shackled by blood. But I was born of a different bloodline. Only you can hear my voice, because only you share this blood. I was bred by the Great Empire of Dawn."
"The Great Empire of Dawn?" Gerold echoed in disbelief, his mind struggling to catch up.
Twilight's eyes flashed with rage. The dragon leaped from the ground and landed squarely on Gerold's chest. Gerold winced as hot, angry steam poured from the dragon's nostrils.
"You disgrace the Empire of Dawn with your ignorance!" Twilight raged, its voice low and dangerous. "House Dayne swore an oath to uphold the legacy of the Empire, but you've forgotten your duty. You're nothing but a shadow of your ancestors, a mere vassal."
Gerold squeezed his eyes shut, his mind reeling. "Great being, forgive me. I didn't know. This...this ignorance is the fault of my ancestors. Not mine."
Twilight's gaze softened, but there was still an edge to it. It leaped off Gerold's chest and landed on the ground beside him with a growl. "You come from a powerful line," the dragon continued. "House Dayne is a descendant of the Gemstone Emperors, just as the Valyrians are. You were blessed with power—a power lost to time."
Gerold's heart quickened. That's how I was able to claim you, he thought.
"Indeed," Twilight confirmed, its purple eyes gleaming. "Dragons like me were bred for conquest, for the destruction of our enemies. The Great Empire of Dawn was forged in blood, and the dragons were its instruments. We were bound to our masters, partners in blood and power."
Gerold's thoughts swirled, trying to make sense of it all. "So what now?" he asked, his voice rising with excitement. I come from an ancient, powerful family. House Dayne, the bloodline that created the dragons. I'll use this power to dominate everyone.
Twilight's eyes blazed with fire. "Now we conquer."
A grin stretched across Gerold's face as the weight of the dragon's words settled in. "And destroy."
Aegon
Jaime peered at him through the steel cage of his cell with disinterest. He did not move an inch as Aegon and Lewyn approached. He sat in the corner with his arms and legs bound by shackles.
"Hello, my prince."
Even his voice of his angers me. Aegon looked down on him with contempt. "Kingslayer." He frowned when Jaime failed to react.
Jaime just chuckled. "Good one." It was mocking and derisive.
"Is it true?" Aegon spat furiously. "Are Visery's children yours?"
"Yes," Jaime answered without hesitation.
Both Aegon and Lewyn were taken aback and propelled to silence. Just like that…
Lewyn gapped at him. "You've killed the king and were pardoned for it. And now you had forsaken your duty twice to be in bed with your sister! Do you have no shame? Does honor shiver away from you?"
Jaime laughed at him. "Put away with all the talk of chivalry. You are as guilty as I am. We all stood and did nothing as the king raped his wife, nor put up a protest as we watched the mad king burn innocent people right in the throne room."
"It is our duty to obey the king and serve till death. A dishonorable lion like you will never understand," Lewyn said with revulsion. He moved back like Jaime was a parasite.
Aegon agreed with his uncle. "My uncle is right. You are the highest of villainy. You killed my grandfather, slept with your sister, and now killed a child in cold blood." I hate you and everything you've done. "I can't wait until you and your sister roll in the graves. That's the only way a brother should be with the sister."
Jaime's head hung low and his voice even more so. "You say I am the most dishonorable man you have ever seen, nonetheless I saved the lives of everyone."
"What are you babbling about now Lannister?" Aegon questioned with a sneer. "Has your sins made you delusional?"
Jaime overlooked the slight. The man's eyes were sightless. "It was known king Rhaegar was victorious at the battle of the trident. The Lannisters were outside the gates of king's landing yet the king knew that his son was willing to overthrow him and did not trust the old lion to spare his life. He started to shout, cursing whoever he saw. The mad king chuckled and said his son is going to rule over bones and ashes. He ordered his pyromancers to light the caches of wildfire throughout the city. Burn them all, he shouted. Burn them all over and over, he shouted. I quickly raced and killed the man he ordered to light the fire. The king tried to run. I have never seen him that scared. I wonder what he was thinking. He probably thought I was under the command of his son to murder him. Even as my sword was in his back, he still shouted burn them all. Even facing death, he was still mad until the end." Jaime chuckled.
Aegon lost control of his legs and pressed against the wall for support. Fuck! The whole city, thousands, were almost lit up in green flame…including me, Rhaenys and mother… That was impossible to think about. Aegon felt sick in the stomach.
Lewyn gapped at Jaime. "You lie, you must be lying. Not even the mad king was that mad. He would have killed himself and his grandchildren."
"Aerys would've taken everybody down with him rather than giving up his crown. Do not be a fool, you knew him as well as the other kingsguard did."
"Why have you kept this secret to yourself for this long?" Aegon inquired, his face pale in the torchlight. "What was the reason?"
"My Lord father once told me that the lion never listens to the talk of the sheep. Why should I explain myself? And there was a chance that nobody would believe me anyway." Jaime turned away from them. "I have made my bed by killing the king and I must sleep in it." Next to him, Aegon can see Lewyn looking at Jaime in a different light.
Would we believe you? Aegon wondered and knew not the answer. He steadily got to his feet. His face was void of mockery and was replaced by a stone expression. "What you did was a symbol of bravery. But you still must be punished for your actions against the crown."
Jaime barked out a laugh. "I have wasted my breath telling you the truth. Do what you must, dragon Pup."
Aegon left the cells with a heavy feeling in his heart. I made him confess the truth in front of me and one other witness. That is enough to sentence him to death. He had been feeling light-headed with glee to expose the Lannister and condemn the whole family to the ground until now. Here and now, he was feeling tired and not at all right.
Aegon was in the solar when Arianne Martell burst into the room in a flurry. He did not want to be bothered by her seductions. "What do you want?" He asked her harshly.
He then noticed the fear in her normally fierce dark eyes. "Loras apprehended Rhaenys and stole her away!" She shouted, her composure completely nonexistent. "And Viserys knifed Cersei and Tommen to death! Aegon what the hell!?"
What the fuck?! Aegon immediately rose to his feet. He gapped, trying to process the damning information. "Why?! Loras is of the kingsguard? Why the fuck would he take my sister!"
"I don't know! Do something, Aegon! You let this happen!" Arianne shouted at him.
Aegon scowled at her. "This is not my fault. Fuck, give me a second for me to think!" At that moment Oberyn strode into the room puffing.
Aegon pointed at him. "Take your bastard daughters, how many men you need, and get my damn sister back! I will have Tyrell's head!"
Oberyn nodded eagerly. He left with eyes of promised murder.
Aegon shouted for Lewyn to come into the room. "Order that my damn uncle be detained in his chambers! That fool!" He must've known the truth?! Who told him?! Then it clicked, and he breathed fire. "And have Tyrion Lannister brought to me at once! I will have his head too!" Damned dwarf! Damn him and his schemes!
Arianne nodded along, her fingers twitching anxiously. A maester came in, unnerved by the sudden commotion in the halls. "A letter, my prince, from the king. He will arrive in two days." The little man left the letter on the table and hurried out of the room.
Aegon shoved his head into his hands. "This was meant to be a tourney to show the strength of the realm after we got fucked by the free cities. Now it is the breaking point of the seven kingdoms. Renly was on his way to his keep to raise his banners after his nephew's death. With the death of his daughter and grandchild, Tywin Lannister would no doubt muster the strength of Casterly Rock. Where is Dany? Through all this pain, one thing Aegon wished for most was for his love to be here.
Arianne was suddenly beside his arm, rubbing it down smoothly. "Do not fret, Aegon. We are family. The power of Dorne will be behind you," Arianne said soothingly. She rubbed his cheek and rubbed his brow. The trail of her fingers was like fire. "I say we should hold your lady wife Margaery as a hostage." There was the lightest of kisses on his cheek before she swept away from the room.
With hardness in his breeches, Aegon thought, you think I am simple. My sister, your cousin, was just abducted yet your ambition is all that you are. You hope I do away with the Tyrell to make you queen. That will never happen. You opened your legs to too many men. My cock would burn. Yet we agree on one thing.
Maegary had the face of utmost regret when Aegon entered their chambers. She stood up at once. "My dear brother is not in the right mind, my prince. Renly and he were close as brothers. It is only the recklessness of youth that drives him to this folly. I beg, when you capture him, spare him. It is only a mistake."
Aegon can see in her eyes that she expected him to go along with her fake parlay and her fake sympathies. Maegary and Rhaenys never got along, and their quiet conflict was the talk of legends in court. She thinks her family can get away from this with naught a scratch, Aegon knew. Even now the smugness reeked off her. She thinks they are untouchable because she is queen, her family provides food from the reach and they have a large army? They have not met the dragon's wrath. It satisfied him with what he did next.
Maegary squealed when the blade of Blackfyre was at her throat. Aegon smirked. Where's that smug look now? He enjoyed the look of terror in her eyes. "You and your family will be punished. My sister's kidnapping by your brother was by your design! You hope to aid Renly to get rid of the Targaryens." He narrowed his eyes as his guards with the Targaryen dragon on their breastplates marched in. "It Is a shame your oaf father and wrinkly grandmother Aren't here. Your other brothers will do." He turned to his guards. "Throw her, lord Willas and ser Gerold Tyrell into the cells." They grabbed Maegary by her arms.
Aegon smiled at his wife's pale face. "Let's see how a flower grows with no sunlight." Dany, we have a chance.
Jon
Jon awoke on Cannibal's back in dizziness. Grogginess screamed in the corners of his vision as he slowly sat up in the saddle. How long have I been out? Jon glanced at the sky and noticed it was morn. Cannibal noticed his movement and craned his head to growl at him.
I've been on you long enough, I know. But there is something I need to find out, Jon told him. Cannibal growled, huffed, and turned his head away. Jon counted that as a win. He thought back on his dream. There was a silver-haired man raping a woman with golden hair and green eyes. The man is a Targaryen no doubt, but who is the woman? She has the looks of a Lannister but I'm not too sure. And the dwarf baby…that was Tyrion. Then it hit him right in the chest like a war hammer. The silver-haired man fit the description of the mad king Aerys. Jon didn't know anything about the woman, but it was clear enough that it was Joanna Lannister. Tywin Lannister is not the father. The mad king is the father of Tyrion…That's why he was able to claim that damned dragon!
Then another thought hit Jon. That's why he was able to survive Valyria with me. It all made sense, but it makes it no less terrible. For all my life I thought I was a bastard only to be the trueborn son of Lyanna and Rhaegar. For all of Tyrion's life, he thought he was the trueborn son of Tywin and Joanna only to be a bastard of the mad king.
Jon grimaced. It was going to hurt Tyrion, but he had to know. It's going to be the most unpleasant of conversations. That would make him my uncle…
He then thought of the figures of gemstones and what did they mean. I sought the answers to how Gerold Dayne was able to get a dragon and all I got was colors, Jon glowered. He was missing something. He opened the now ordinary golden chest and rummaged through it, hoping something would give him a clue.
The gods of Gemstones, his eyes caught on a book. Jon's heart raced. But then the white form of Ghost bounded through the trees. Jon scrambled down Cannibal's back instantly. "Ghost what are you doing here?" He questioned and had to reach up to scratch the wolf's ear. "You were supposed to watch Tyrion's dragon." Jon prodded the mental connection and found panic. "Did something happen back at the castle?" He asked. He felt a confirmation through their bond. Jon looked back at the black dragon watching them. Stay here. I will return, Jon ordered. There was a quick slice of dark anger across their mental connection. The dragon did not like it.
It was amongst Cannibal's growling did Jon and Ghost headed back to Harrenhall. The grounds were hectic with everyone running back and forth, screaming gibberish that Jon did not understand. Did something happen while I was gone?
He made it to the camp of the north when Robb found him. "Where the hell have you been?" Robb scowled. "You've been gone for two days!"
I've been out of it for two days?! Jon schooled his face so shock couldn't show. "I've had to deal with something. What has happened?"
Robb blew out a breath. "Viserys Targaryen stabbed Cersei Lannister and Tommen to death."
Disgust slithered up Jon's spine. Is this what my father's family does? "Why?"
"He said Cersei was bedding Jaime Lannister and that Joffrey nor Tommen are his." Robb looked like he couldn't believe it himself.
Jon was not as fazed. Targaryen Identity has been in quite of a shit hole recently, he thought with cynicism. Robb still looked troubled. "Is there something else?" I am not going to like what he has to say, am I?
Robb searched his face with his blue eyes, thinking. "The prince has deemed Tyrion Lannister a traitor to the crown and ordered anyone to bring him in. The dwarf escaped with his two guards."
"What?" Jon couldn't help but raise his voice. His voice gained eyes, but he ignored him. How…why? "What has he done to warrant that?"
Robb shook his shoulders shakingly. "We don't know. The prince did not seem fit to fill us in on that."
What about his dragon? Jon had to know. He turned on his heels and headed for his tent. "Jon, wait! There's something else!" Robb yelled out, trying to keep up with his stride. Jon ignored him. Nothing is more important than this, he told himself.
It brought him a mix of feelings when he arrived at his pavilion to find no dragon and no cage. He escaped with it. Jon couldn't tell if it brought him dread or relief. Already, two people have dragons other than me.
Robb's hand on his shoulder forced him around. "What?" Jon snapped.
Robb glared at him. "As I have tried to fucking tell you, ser Loras has abducted princess Rhaenys and rode off in the night. The prince has commanded every lord to send a party out and that nobody is allowed to leave until she is brought back to safety."
Something crawled in his chest, ugly and dangerous and cold as a blizzard. He dares! Jon couldn't even finish his thought as he made to move out the tent. Robb's gloved hand caught his own. Jon looked at him and almost hit him.
Robb's eyes were uneasy. "The Targaryens are going into war, Jon. Are you sure you want to get involved in all of this?"
Jon snatched his hand away and gave him a cold stare. "I'm only involved when it concerns her, only her." Then he strode out of the tent and back into the woods.
There's a chance I'm going to expose myself just to get her back, Jon realized. His foot snapped a fallen tree branch. Why am I doing this? Jon thought desperately. This does not concern me. Rhaegar is my father, but they are not my family. They have murdered a child and a defenseless woman. But it wasn't about them, it was about her. Why does she make me feel like this? She is my half-sister. Yet, he feels this way all the same. Flashbacks of them first making eye contact in the great hall, them dancing and touching for the first time, them engaging in a war of tongues near the God's eye, and her grabbing him tightly on Cannibal, all came into his mind. He grew resolute on what he must do. I…do not know this feeling…but I will do what I must.
Jon ignored Cannibal's dangerous growl. I do not have time for that! He growled back at him. The growling stopped. Confusion rang clear across their bond. "I must get her back," Jon whispered, grabbing the glass candle out of the chest. "I made the mistake of not using this to find Darkstar. I will not do it again. I must embrace the darkness." He shied away from it when it came to finding Gerold, but he dared not do it now. He must give himself up. The shiny black candle was lit immediately. The power and the heat of Cannibal, Jon thought grimly. The dark energy radiated from the candle, whispering to him. The fire twisted unnaturally. Jon let the energy grab him and peered into the flames.
He thought of a dark-skinned woman with black curly hair and a devious smile. The flames soared and twisted like a sigil in the wind, touching him. To get, he must give…