Godswood

I'd have to backtrack to get to the first place I wanted to visit, walking past the laborer's shop I made my way in the direction Lord Stark had headed earlier. Instead of heading up the stairs I continued forward soon reaching a door.

This door would lead me to the crypts down below, the lack of guards in the vicinity showed the North's love for Starks. Who would dare desecrate the dead, especially those of the Stark bloodline?

Descending the steps the smell pervaded my nostrils, it wasn't what I had expected it seemed the crypt had something of a ventilation system the most I smelled was dirt. The dark grave-like tunnel was barely lit with torches on the wall, I wouldn't be lying if I said I was curious.

Before me layed most of the former lords of Winterfell, I wasn't sure if someone like Bran the builder would be buried down here, it would be quite interesting to see a statue of him. Continuing forward I stopped in front of a statue of a young woman, signs of someone recently being here could be seen on the cold hard ground.

Lyanna Stark looking at her statue I was sure she had to have been a beauty considering the fact that Rhaegar died to protect her. Well I take that back from what I can tell Rhaegar was obsessed with prophecies, Lyanna wouldn't have to beautiful as long as she fits into his so-called prophecy.

To think a rebellion was sparked because of one woman, She wasn't completely the reason for it all. Either she led Robert on or he was a delusional creep if he was anything back then like the current Robert now, he'd much rather drink and sleep with whore's then actually courting a woman.

"I sure do hope you were worth it."

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Godswood

The tree leaves fluttered in the wind, as the sun's rays were blocked by the ever-present clouds in the sky.

Looking around I remembered this place vividly, it was where the Night King was finally destroyed. A horrible ending to an amazing villain if you ask me, during that time I only wished it was Jon snow that had ended the night king. Enough about that horrible excuse for a final season, walking through the plethora of trees I spotted the one I had come for.

The single lone Weirwood tree this entire garden of trees was enclosed around, I had always been amazed by the face on the tree, and let's not forget the blood-red leaves.

Under the tree sat a young girl no older than 12, I immediately recognized her as Sansa Stark. She seemed to be at the end of her prayer as she quickly noticed the crackling of leaves under my feet.

Opening her eyes she looked at me with a questioning look, "You're not supposed to be here, my father will surely punish you for trespassing."

"Is there something wrong with me wishing to pay my respects to the old gods?"

"You can pray as much as you like but that doesn't mean you have to be here, Godswood is a place for the lords and ladies of Winterfell to pray to the Old Gods no one else."

"That tree happens to be the only Weirwood tree anyone can safely pray to, should I travel through the forest searching for another one I'll surely be eaten by Direwolves."

"I'm not an Idiot Direwolves aren't real."

"We'll see about that," I smiled mysteriously causing Sansa to raise an eyebrow just as she made to ask another question a voice interrupted her.

"Sansa, who are you talking to?" The voice of Eddard Stark filled Godswood as he rushed towards his daughter. His eyes stopped on me dangerously for a second before turning back to Sansa.

"Head back, tell your mother I'll return shortly for supper," He leaned down kissing her on the forehead, she took one last glance at me before heading towards the exit to Godswood.

"Why are you here boy? I see you took my advice and visited the Laborer," Even now he didn't come off as intimidating he was only adding to my theory.

"I've never seen a Weirwood tree before, I was curious." I was being honest, I had only seen the things on T.V. and I wasn't sure if they grew across the narrow sea.

"I see, well now that you're done delving in your curiosity you should head back out stop at a tavern for the night, before continuing your journey." Ned Stark pointed towards the exit.

"You see that's not the only thing I'm curious about," Ned Stark sighed while I only smiled in response. "When you first saw me at the gates I thought you had realized who I was but no you were comparing me to someone else. Jon Snow perhaps?"

"What's my bastard son have anything to do with this?"

"I didn't realize it but Jon Snow and myself do share similar faces, I'm sure if the Stark Genes weren't so powerful and the Targaryen ones weren't so diminished we'd look like twins." I had noticed upon first looking at Jon his eyes didn't seem nearly as bright as my own they were so dark they could almost be considered black.

"Who are you?"

"My name Is Aegon Targaryen firstborn of Rhaegar Targaryen, Crown prince, and Heir to the Iron throne."

"Why are you telling me this? What are you hoping to gain from this conversation? My trust, My son, My help?"

"You carry a secret of your own, not to mention I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to be the reason Jon snow's only brother ended up getting killed. I won't stay for long I've heard the stories of Robert Baratheon and his dislike for my family." Ned Stark would take this conversation between me and him to the grave that much I was sure. Some would wonder why I decided to tell him such a secret and the reason is simply that I wanted to. I could trust in his honor he wouldn't tell anyone and not for my sake but for Jon's.

"I see," Ned took a moment to think about what I said before nodding.

"I do have one question though what did she name him?" Seeing his confusion I continued, "Your sister what did she name Jon Snow?"

"Aemon, Aemon Targaryen," He smiled.

Another change a minor one but none the less a change, I was really considering telling Jon his name was Jaehaerys before he found out about his heritage. I wouldn't have to do that now, it was nice knowing I was the only Aegon Targaryen that currently existed.

"Well, I'll take your advice and go looking for that tavern, before I do that allow me to give you some advice in return. Stay away from the game of thrones, If in the future you think the Starks and by extension, Jon Snow is in danger send a raven to Prince Oberyn Martell." I nodded walking past Ned Stark I wondered if this would be the last conversation we'd have. Making my way through Winterfell I soon reached the gate a long road greeted my sight.

Godswood

Ned Stark exited Godswood with a solemn look on his face, raising his hand he immediately called for the nearest guard.

"You saw that boy that just left Godswood?"

The Guard shook nervously looking at Ned Stark, "Yes, My lord."

"Follow him until he reaches the Tavern if he meets anyone there be sure to ride back fast."

Ned Stark was an honorable man, but If Aegon was looking to start a war he would be forced to end him before he had the chance. Not to mention he couldn't trust the words of the boy, he risked his life coming to Winterfell simply to explore? Ned didn't think so.

As Aegon exited the gates of Winterfell he noticed the increasing number of people entering Winterfell. The sun was high above now no longer being blocked by clouds, even then the air still held a chill. Aegon took Ned's advice walking the road until he reached a Tavern, he couldn't be sure if people were watching or not and someone seeing him could cause rumors to spread about a young man disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

"I'll take a room," Aegon entered the tavern that smelled of beer he ignored the looks most of the people inside the tavern were giving him. He was used to it the Dothraki were superstitious while the northerners didn't trust anyone but northerners. Aegon held out a gold coin causing the man behind the counter's eyes to sparkle.

"I'll be gone by the morning," Aegon said causing the man to nod as he handed him the coin. He personally showed Aegon his room being extremely nice, that gold coin would allow him a better chance at surviving through the winter.

Aegon closed the door behind him immediately closing his eyes allowing himself to imagine exactly where he currently wanted to go.

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The guard that was tasked with following Aegon entered the tavern shortly after Aegon, stepping inside he watched as Aegon approached the Tavern keep. He was slightly surprised seeing him pull out a gold coin, but he was tasked with finding out if he was going to meet with anyone so he took a seat. He waited an hour, his patience was wearing thin so he followed the Tavern Keep up the stairs as he was delivering food to his customers.

He watched as the door was opened revealing nothing, Aegon was gone and the guard had failed his duty, he wondered how he would explain to Lord Stark.