Chapter 6: Arrival and plans.

Ser Arthur Dayne

Greywater Watch

Arthur was waiting at the pier. Jojen had said that they would arrive today. He felt nervous; he would finally meet his King, whom he had left twelve years ago.

"Uncle, are you all right?" Alysanne asked.

"Yes, just nervous about meeting your cousin, the king," he replied, smiling at his niece.

"I understand. I will also be meeting a new family, and I'm nervous. I hope he likes me," Alysanne said.

"Don't worry, niece, anyone who doesn't like you is an idiot," he reassured her, and Alysanne chuckled. Her smile was enchanting, just like her mother's—the only thing she got from her father was his brown hair instead of Ashara's dark black. The rest of Alysanne was all Ashara.

"Well, just be a knight and be dutiful to the future King; he will like you. From what Lord Reed has told us, Lord Stark has been singing your praises," his niece said, and he noticed that she didn't refer to Lord Stark as family. That was to be expected since he hadn't been part of her life for twelve years. How could she feel close to him? Her mother had spoken of her father, and she seemed to like the idea of him, but the girl never got to meet her father. His King, too, never had that chance. The thought of Rhaegar made his heartache, and the pain and regret were still there, making him wonder if they would ever go away.

He was lost in his thoughts when Lord Reed interrupted him, asking if he was ready to receive his King.

"No, and yes. I want to see Rhaegar's son again. See what has become of him. Set the record straight regarding the rebellion," he grumbled the last part out.

"Yes, me too, my friend. I want to see Lyanna's son again. The last time was after the Greyjoy Rebellion at Winterfell, when the lords of the North had a feast to celebrate the victory over the Greyjoys. He has his father's eyes, purple and mixed with grey. I didn't see much of the King, but I did not forget those eyes," Howland said, reminiscing.

Their conversation was halted as two boats emerged on the river's horizon. The Neck was a tangled mess of islands and bogs; only the crannogmen like Howland could navigate it well. He had gotten better at it, but the Neck was as different from Dorne as any place could be. He would never feel at home even after twelve years of living here.

A young man stood in the front of the first boat, and his breath caught in his throat as the boy became clearer. 'It was like he was seeing Rhaegar again. He looked like his twin, except for the grey-purple eyes and dark brown hair. If one knew Rhaegar well, they would think they were looking at him. But who would recognize him? He was the bastard of Winterfell, the son of Eddard Stark, and the brother of the sister, Rhaegar, who was supposedly kidnapped. No one would know unless they were specifically looking for it.' He thought as his King came closer.

Behind the boy stood a guard, around twenty namedays old, who watched protectively over the King. Did he know the truth, or was he just fulfilling the duty given by Lord Stark?

As the boats docked, the King stepped off and onto the pier.

"Lord Reed, it is my pleasure to be here today. Thank you for accepting my wardship," the King said politely, with a slight bow.

"No thanks necessary, Jon. I am more than happy to accept the child of one of my best friends and my liege-lord as a ward. Welcome to Greywater Watch," Howland replied, winking at the boy.

"Jon may represent my wife, Lady Jyana Reed, and my children, my son and heir, Jojen Reed, and my daughter, Meera Reed," Howland said, gesturing towards his family. The King smiled and greeted each of them warmly.

"Lady Jyana," The King said as he kissed her hand. "Lord Jojen," The King said, giving the boy a polite nod. Lastly, he walked over to Meera. "Lady Meera," the King said, kissing her hand and smiling at the blushing girl. He chuckled at the sight.

"Jon, let me introduce you to my master of arms, Ser Harold Sand." Howland gestured towards Alysanne, squeezing her hand in anticipation as their King approached. He fought to urge to go one for his King.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm curious if you can compare with my previous master of arms, Ser Rodrick Cassel," the King said with a wink.

"Welcome, Lord Jon. It's a pleasure to meet you as well," he replied, he was trying his best to contain his excitement. They needed to keep up the pretense of a regular visit, not a King visiting one of his lords.

"I'm no Lord, ser, just the bastard son of Lord Eddard Stark," the King said smoothly, which made his blood boil. 'His King was regarded as a bastard in the eyes of the world, just like himself. Even if it was not to let the world know of them, yet it still angered him.' He thought in silent anger.

"Very well, Jon, a fellow bastard then," He said, glancing over to his niece, Alysanne, and Ashara, who had joined them. "My ladies," the King greeted Ashara and Alysanne.

"Jon may represent my niece and my sister. The ladies, Wylla and Alysanne," Arthur introduced them.

"Lady Wylla," the King said as he kissed Ashara's hand and did the same to Alysanne, who blushed in response. 'The girls were already drawn to him like moths to a flame, just like his father, though Rhaegar never indulged in such attention.' He thought to himself.

"Jon, I shall have your belongings brought. If you please, join me in my solar, you too, Harold," Howland invited them.

"Very well, Lord Reed. If Allyn can also come, he should be informed. He a trusted man." the King replied.

"Very well, Jon, if you say so, it would be fine," Howland answered.

They walked through the gates and the palisade surrounding the castle, with the King asking questions and Howland providing most of the answers. They laughed as Howland recalled Lord Stark's annoyance with the time it took to send messages back and forth with a floating castle like Greywater Watch.

"So, this is the famous Greywater Watch, the floating castle," the King said as they arrived in Lord Reed's solar, his voice filled with admiration. "It's a fascinating castle design, the most after Dragonstone. Those fused black stones and dragon statues are incredible," he added with a smile as if recalling a memory. Both Howland and him looked surprised at the mention of Dragonstone. Allyn seemed to come to some conclusion in his head.

"Thank you, Jon, or should I say Aenar or Your Grace?" Howland asked with a smile.

"Aenar, in private, and no Your Grace just yet. I'm no King right now I'm just a bastard," Aenar replied, still smiling.

"I suppose you are, Ser Arthur Dayne, and your sister is Ashara Dayne," Aenar said, leaving him open-mouthed. "How did you know? And how did you know what Dragonstone looks like? You speak of it as a memory," He asked, half shocked that his young King had figured him out. He wondered if Eddard Stark had already told Aenar; in his letter, Eddard had only mentioned that the King knew the truth of his parentage.

"We have many things to talk about, my Lord and Ser. I will explain everything, as well as how I found out the truth," Aenar said, and they all took their seats. "As for finding out who you are, it has to do with how I did find out the truth. About eight weeks ago, on my twelve nameday, I had a prophetic dream. I heard a voice talking to me, claiming that I was the last male dragon, destined to bring back what was lost. The song that would fight darkness and bring back the light or something like that." Aenar paused and took a sip of his mead before continuing. "Mmm, good mead this," Aenar chuckled. "The damn voice mostly speaks in riddles, which can be really frustrating. That's how I knew when I saw you, and Lord Reed introduced me to you. Lord Stark told me I would meet an old friend of my father's and the fact my uncle fought and supposedly killed you. But it never gave details on how he won, so I made a guess. As for the Lady Ashara, there were rumors of my uncle and you, and I asked for descriptions of you, and seeing you and Arthur made me connect the dots." Aenar explained.

'It was all a lot to take in. In this aspect, Aenar was like Rhaegar, reading about prophecies and believing his child was the song of ice and fire. It seemed he truly was his father's son.' He thought about Aenar's prophetic dreams.

"As for Dragonstone, I have seen it in my dreams for the last three weeks, and I have spoken with my aunt," Aenar said, referring to his aunt. "Wait, your dreams about false dragons and true dragons. Is she true or false?" Allyn asked with a chuckle.

"She true, Allyn," Aenar answered. "So, you have spoken with your aunt, and both of you were at Dragonstone? I know her name, Daenerys Targaryen, and she has an older brother called Viserys." Arthur asked Aenar, who nodded and chuckled. "Daenerys is her name. I was wondering what her name was. She hasn't told me yet." Aenar said with a smile. "Oh, how my life has changed. About two moons ago, I was a bastard with nothing to my name and no true future, expecting to go to the wall. Now, I may be connected to something magical or whatever the force of the voice is. Plus, I'm the head of House Targaryen," Aenar said, shaking his head with amusement.

Aenar then inquired about who knew the truth about him, and Howland explained that only his sister, niece, Jossell, and Howland's family knew. The rest of Greywater Watch didn't know, as far as they were aware. He wondered if he should tell Aenar the truth about his niece, that she was his cousin. But he mused whether it was enough for tonight or not.

Howland suggested that it would be best for Aenar to rest, and Aenar agreed, planning to check on his belongings and join them for dinner later. Howland then offered to show him his room, and Aenar nodded before they left. As he watched them go, he mused, "Here it begins," just as he had said to Ned Stark all those years ago.

He looked at his sister, Ashara, who had joined him in the solar. She whispered, "It's him, Arty. Our King," and he nodded, confirming that it was indeed their King, carrying the fire of Rhaegar within him. Despite the pain and regret that still lingered, he couldn't help but feel that this meeting might be the start of something new.

Aenar Targaryen

Greywater Watch

'He was at Greywater Watch, and one of the legendary swordsmen of the stories was here. It took all his willpower not to be totally starstruck after encountering Ser Arthur Dayne, his sister and niece. The niece looked a lot like Arya, but those purple eyes made her appear mystic and quite beautiful, just like her mother. At some point in his life, he had believed she was his mother, but his father had quashed those rumors.

However, there was something off about how the younger girl looked at him. Was it because he was the heir to the Iron Throne? Or was it something else? He didn't know, but he was sure to find out.' He thought as he sat on his bed. He looked around his room, which was bigger than the one he had at Winterfell. It had a bed and a desk where he could work if needed.

He glanced into the chest where the four dragon eggs lay. A smile spread across his face as he felt a connection to the eggs, especially the ones from his brother and sister. They felt more potent than the other two. He sighed, 'realizing he, indeed, was a Targaryen. More, and he embraced who he was. He was still too self-aware, especially when talking with people. During the talk with Lord Reed and others, he had to stay resolute, which was hard.' He thought, a little saddened by his feelings.

"Well, let's not linger. We have a dinner to attend," he said to himself. He got up, closed the chest, and walked out of his room. Allyn was waiting and nodded at him as they both made their way toward the main hall.

"So, Allyn, what do you think of Greywater Watch?" he asked his guard and friend, realizing they had become both during their journey. Allyn had been a great traveling companion.

"It's wet but peaceful. You can really feel nature all around you," Allyn replied. "I think you're right about that. I feel something, too, and perhaps it's the old gods or some magic from the children of the forest. Maybe form when they tried to create a separation between the North and the South, and that's what we feel," He pondered aloud, engaging himself and Allyn in the question. They continued walking toward the main hall, discussing their thoughts.

As they entered the main hall of Greywater Watch, flickering torches adorned the walls, casting a warm and inviting glow upon the assembled guests. Ashara and her daughter were there, along with Ser Arthur. Harrold nodded as they walked past. The last group at the table was the Reed family, happily chatting.

Meera looked pretty, with her long brown curly hair and green eyes. She had a short and slim body like her father but a pretty face like her mother. She looked up at him, and he couldn't help but smile. 'Damn it, Jon, you just met the girl,' he scolded himself inwardly and shook his head.

"Good evening to all," he announced as he sat down between Arthur and Howland. The food on the table mainly consisted of fish and some other meat he didn't recognize. "It smells wonderful, Lady Reed," he complimented with a smile towards Meera.

"Thank you, Jon. And please, call me Jyana," she requested, and he nodded in response.

He took a bite of the reddish meat, savoring its unique taste. It was unlike anything he had eaten before. "Well, this tastes wonderful. May I ask what meat this is?" he inquired, pointing towards the dish.

"Well, Jon, that is lizard-lion. It's our house's sigil animal, and we usually eat it only on special occasions," Meera answered his question.

"Well, I hope there will be more special occasions then because I love the meat of these lizard-lions," he replied with a wink, causing Meera to blush.

"Jon, how was growing up in Winterfell?" Alysanne asked curiously. He found it odd, but there was no reason why he couldn't answer her. Ashara gave her daughter a look as well.

"Well, it's home, but it wasn't entirely true. I never felt completely at home. I had my family, my cousins or siblings, as I saw them," he began, contemplating his relationship with each of them. 'He knew he had a deep bond with Robb and Bran, considering them his true brothers. Arya had always been his trusted companion, and Sansa had been before Lady Stark's ideas took hold. Rickon was still too young, but he loved the little babe nonetheless. He loved them all,' he mused to himself.

"I had a life better than most bastards, but Lady Stark never let me forget I was a bastard," he continued, noticing Arthur Dayne's clenched jaw. However, his thoughts were interrupted as Alysanne spoke again.

"What is Lord Stark like?" she asked persistently, and her deep and solemn purple eyes fixed on him. Suddenly, everything clicked, and his mouth hung open wide.

"No, it can't be," he uttered, voicing his thoughts aloud. "But it's..." Jojen Reed solemnly replied, causing the rest of the table, except Allyn, to shoot him angry glances. "Jojen, think before you speak," his mother chastised him, and Jojen simply shrugged.

Now, it all made sense. He understood why Arthur was here, that Ashara was presumed dead, and that she wasn't at Starfall with her daughter. Alysanne was his cousin, the natural-born daughter of Eddard Stark. The solemn look in her eyes, her resemblance to Arya, and all the puzzle pieces fell into place. He marveled at the revelation.

"You are my cousin, aren't you, Alysanne?" he casually asked, and she confirmed, "Yes, I'm Jon. My father is Eddard Stark." She said it, and there was no reason for her to lie.

"Does my father know?" he inquired. "No, he doesn't. He didn't even know I was pregnant. After hearing he married Catelyn Tully, I found out later that I already had her when my brother arrived at Starfall. If I had told him, he couldn't claim you as his bastard. It would have raised too many suspicions. And if I had mentioned it at Starfall, people would have started wondering who the father was. Besides, people remember me dancing with your uncle," Ashara explained, her voice filled with grief, but a smile appeared when she mentioned dancing with his uncle.

"I'm sorry, Alysanne. It's my fault you couldn't grow up with us and your father," he said with a heavy tone before he could say more. Alysanne immediately jumped in and hugged him fiercely. "Don't be sorry, Jon. I have had a happy life. Meera and Jojen are my siblings, just as you are my cousin. And I'm happy you're here," she said tearfully, and he hugged her back.

"Me too, Alysanne. More family is never a bad thing, I've come to find out," he said with a smile, continuing to embrace her. "I will answer every question you have about our father," he added, and Alysanne smiled at him through tears. She looked beautiful then, and the tears made her purple eyes stand out even more.

"Thank you. Can I join you in your chambers after dinner so we can talk privately?" Alysanne asked, and he saw no reason to refuse her. "Sure, cousin," he replied, smiling, and she beamed in response as they both returned to their seats.

"Sorry, Your Grace... I mean, Jon," Arthur stumbled over his words. "We didn't tell you earlier, but we thought it would be best to let you settle before revealing the truth. But it seems you are very perceptive, Jon." Arthur said.

"It's alright, Arthur. I understand the need for secrecy. I apologize on behalf of my father and mother for their role in keeping you and your daughter apart," he said, sincerely addressing Lady Ashara.

"Don't worry, Jon. I don't blame your father and mother. The responsibility lies with the Mad King and your uncle. When I was in Starfall, your parents were in love and left messages for me. I don't know what happened, but it's in the past, and now we must focus on the future," Ashara replied, her tone forgiving and understanding. The others at the table nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Lady Ashara. I accept your forgiveness with gratitude," Jon said, a sense of relief washing over him. The rest of the dinner continued in a more relaxed atmosphere, with Jon answering questions about Winterfell and the North. Alysanne decided to wait and ask questions about their father when they had privacy.

Eventually, Arthur broached the topic of combat again. "So, you are good with a sword?"

"Yes, I have been training in the art since I was six namedays old. I also practice by myself in the old guard tower occasionally," he replied.

"I would love to learn more, and who better than the Sword of the Morning to teach me? If you don't mind, of course," he asked, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

"Of course, Jon. I would be honored to teach you," Arthur replied warmly.

"Thank you. However, I am interested in learning the spear, axe, bow, and lance, not only swordplay. Being able to wield multiple weapons gives you an advantage in different fights. Perhaps Lord Reed can teach me the spear and bow," Jon suggested, gesturing towards Lord Reed.

"Well, I could teach you, but my daughter is far better than me. She was always better than me in combat. It reminds me of your mother," Lord Reed said with a fond smile. Meera blushed at her father's words, her cheeks turning rosy.

"If you would like to tell me more about my mother in the future, Lord Reed, it would be most welcome," he said, excitement evident in his voice.

"I will, Jon. I'll tell you whatever you want to hear," Lord Reed replied, his smile widening. "Lady Meera, if you would like to teach me the ways of the spear, I would greatly appreciate it," Jon said, his eyes turning towards Meera.

"Yes, I would love to teach you, Jon. We can also give you archery lessons. Alysanne also practices archery so that we could do it together," Meera responded, her face beaming at him.

"Thank you, Lady Meera. The three of us could have a lot of fun. Or the four of us if Jojen wants to join us," he suggested, turning towards Jojen. Jojen sat solemnly in his chair and just shrugged in response.

"Anyway, on the morrow, I think it's best if Lord Reed and Arthur and I could meet up before training, to discuss plans for the future." he proposed, seeking agreement from everyone at the table. They all nodded in agreement.

"Very well, my Lord, my Lady, thank you for the meal. Alysanne and I will retire to my chambers to speak privately. I wish you all a good night," Jon said, winking at Meera playfully. He couldn't help but wonder why he acted differently around her—whether it was because he was a prince or due to the dragons and wolf blood, his father had mentioned.

"You are welcome to it, Jon. I hope you have a pleasant stay at Greywater Watch," Lord Reed said, offering him a warm smile. Jon and Alysanne bid everyone goodnight and left the hall, with Allyn following close behind.

As he and Alysanne, one thirteen namedays, the other twelve nameday, settled into the cozy confines of his chambers, a sense of youthful hope and anticipation filled the air. They sat on cushioned chairs near the hearth, the flickering flames casting a warm glow around them. He poured two cups of wine, and they relished in the momentary peace away from prying eyes.

"Aenar, I've always wondered about my father. I've heard tales and whispers, and I have a glimmer of hope that I will meet him someday. Do you think that's possible?" Alysanne questioned a mixture of excitement and yearning evident in her voice.

"Alysanne, our journey is just beginning, and with time, we may have the opportunity to reunite you with Eddard Stark, our father. As I plan to retake the Iron Throne and restore my family's honor, the secrets that have kept us apart can be revealed. The world will know that you are his daughter, and we can hope for a future where you meet him," he responded, his gaze filled with determination.

Alysanne's eyes lit up, her heart filled with newfound optimism. "To meet my father, to be recognized as his daughter... It's a dream I never thought possible. But with you, Aenar, and your quest for the Iron Throne, perhaps our paths will converge, and I can finally have the chance to know him," Alysanne said, her voice filled with hope.

"Well, perhaps you could join me as I travel to Winterfell. We can visit together. It will be a while before I can take the Throne, so there will be ample opportunities to visit them in between," Jon suggested.

"I suppose I could, but how should I present myself? Not as your cousin, I presume," Alysanne questioned, her expression curious.

Jon blushed slightly, searching for the right words. "Well, I believe I have an idea that would make some sense. If you would come to Winterfell as my... lover," he suggested, his cheeks turning even redder.

Alysanne stared at him, her expression serious for a moment, but then she kissed him on the cheek, causing her own face to blush. "I suppose I wouldn't mind. You are very handsome, you know," she replied shyly.

"You're beautiful too, especially with your purple eyes. They remind me of Lord Stark—the solemnness in them, the way he sometimes looked at me. And your hair reminds me of Arya, your half-sibling," he said, gently stroking her cheek.

Encouraged by the moment, he decided to take a bold step and kissed Alysanne on the lips. It was his first kiss, and her lips felt soft and tasted slightly of wine. It was a brief but exhilarating moment for both of them. After the kiss, they gazed into each other's eyes, unsure what to say.

"I'm sorry, Alysanne. I shouldn't have done that," he said, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

But then Alysanne kissed him back, her lips meeting his once more. "I wanted to do that too. I've never been kissed before," she confessed, her face bright with a smile.

"It was my first kiss as well," he admitted, returning her smile. "The idea of us being lovers seems more fitting now, especially with that look on your face. I think it would be best when we visit Winterfell."

Alysanne nodded in agreement. "Winterfell will light up with joy when another daughter returns to its walls. And as for father, he is a good man who would have cared for you had he known. He values family above all, even his honor. That's what I've learned from all of this, and I think it's a pretty good code to live by family, duty, honor." He said.

He pondered for a moment and said."Those are the Tully words. I can't say Catelyn lives by them. I'm not sure what she would do if she knew the truth. As your family member, I think she always thinks about how I can ruin the family and disdain her honor. But family comes first in the order of those three words. Maybe she should reflect on that more."

Alysanne nodded in agreement. "Well, I'm glad I didn't have to live with her. It would have been worse. My mother told me that she and my father loved each other. He planned on marrying her and had pledged to do so, but Hoster Tully forced him into the marriage. At least, that's what my father had told my mother in a letter."

"Yeah, I can see that happening. If only the Tullys weren't so prideful," Aenar remarked, sympathizing with the situation.

"I think it's time for me to escort you back to your chambers, Alysanne. It's getting late," Aenar said, not wanting their time together to end but recognizing the need for propriety.

"Yes, that's true. I would have liked to stay longer. Thank you for the kiss. It was wonderful," Alysanne expressed with gratitude and affection.

"It was my pleasure," he responded, kissing her on the cheek once more. "Goodnight, Alysanne. I will see you tomorrow at breakfast."

"Goodnight, Jon. I will see you tomorrow," Alysanne bid him farewell, closing the door behind her.

"You can go to your chambers as well, Allyn. I do not need your protection tonight. And I'm sure Arthur will follow me around tomorrow," Aenar informed his guard.

"Thank you, Jon. You're right. The Kingsguard has his sworn duty back," Allyn replied with a chuckle, and they both laughed before parting ways. "Goodnight, and if you see your aunt again, say hi for me."

"I shall," he answered, closing the door after Allyn left. 'He couldn't help but reflect on the mysterious voice's words about meeting a fallen star. Both Arthur and Ashara were presumed dead by the world, yet here they were. How did that voice know they were here,' he thought.

He removed his clothes, leaving only his small clothes, and carefully placed the eggs in the fireplace. Whispers echoed in his head once more, "Happy, brother." He whispered back, "Yes, I'm very happy," directing his words toward the eggs. Sitting at the edge of his bed, he felt a sense of connection. "We can feel it, and we are bonded. What we feel, you feel, and vice versa, little brother," the whispers spoke. Curiously, he asked, "When will you hatch, or what do I need to do?" The whispers replied, "Find the black one, find the lonely one. Wake him from stone after fire and blood, little brother." Determined, he whispered, "Okay, I will try." The whispers ceased, and he laid his head down to fall asleep.

When he awoke, he found himself bereft of his surroundings, transported to the hallowed grounds of Dragonstone. "Daenerys," he called out, his voice echoing through the lonely halls. Yet, she was nowhere to be found. Abruptly, a resounding roar pierced the air, captivating his attention. His gaze ascended to behold a mighty obsidian dragon ascending into the wintry skies, soaring northward. The vision dissolved into nothingness, plunging him into an abyss of darkness. Suddenly, a voice resonated with ancient wisdom, "Greetings, diminutive dragon. You have found a fallen star. Seek the dragon of stone in the realm where the inhabitants are uttered with the same name given to him because of his hunger. Travel through history and maps to find the dragon to be awakened from stone." The voice said.

Frustrated with the riddles, he returned to Dragonstone, where his aunt waited. "Aenar!" she exclaimed happily. "It's has been a while, three days since I last saw you. I thought it was all a dream. But being here, we are again."

"Well, I would have come earlier, but I don't have any control over it," he answered.

"Yeah, I hope the same every time I go to sleep. I hope to see you again," she said longingly.

"We are together now. How long have I not known? But I'm in Greywater Watch, where I will be preparing for my journey to come." he said, smiling.

"Well, I suppose I still owe you a name, nephew." She asked. "My name is Princess Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen," she said, smiling at him.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Daenerys, although I already knew. Ser Arthur Dayne told me about you and your brother Viserys," he said and hugged her again.

"So, what will you do then? What is your plan?" she questioned. 'Could I tell her about the voice and everything it said, like the three-head dragon prophecy and the four brides? The four dragon's eggs and the sword. Well, she does believe I'm her nephew. And we're talking to each other in our sleep. Would it be so far to believe I go another thing talking to me my head?' He thought to himself.

His thoughts were interrupted. "Aenar, everything all right?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, lost in thought," he said with a sigh.

"Daenerys, I wasn't simply told I was Aenar Targaryen, well, sort of, but not by my father. Not by Eddard Stark. Around two moons ago, when I turned twelve name-days old, in my sleep, a voice came to me speaking of how I had finally awakened and that I was the last male dragon. It also told me how to find out who my parents were," he sighed.

"You think I'm crazy now, don't you?" he asked, ashamed.

"No, Aenar, of course not. We are of the blood of old Valyria. We are of the House of the Dragon," she said, kissing him on the cheek, causing his cheeks to flush.

"It did say a lot. Some things are strange," he said, feeling flushed and ashamed of what the voice had said.

"Oh, like, what are those? Can't be as crazy as two people who are an entire sea away from each other, talking to each other," she said with a chuckle.

"Fine, but you asked for it." So he explained the three-headed dragon and the new Great Houses of Valyria that would spring for the new valyrian line, his line. And destiny, although the voice didn't really explain that, and that at some point, he would go east.

"Well, Aenar, you've got some future ahead of you, and it seems you are a true womanizer," she said with a chuckle.

"What? No, I'm not. The voice said all that would happen. I have never been like that, just the same as I was never the bloody heir to the Iron Throne," he said, annoyed at her presumption.

"Easy, Aenar, I understand. But who do you think the true dragons are the dragon's three heads will be? It seems we two are two of them. Who is the last shade." she asked.

"Well, I don't know, perhaps your brother?" he asked, and her face changed to apprehension. "Daenerys, what's wrong?" he asked.

"My brother is angry and frustrated, and when he gets too angry, he says, 'You have woken the dragon.' He h..." She paused, her voice trembling. "Dany, does he hit you?" He asked, his concern evident. Daenerys nodded, and tears welled in her eyes. he quickly hugged her, offering comfort.

"I'm sorry, Dany. Just tell me, okay, when that happens. I can't help you out there, but I'm here, I will try my best. Wherever we are," he assured her, gently kissing her forehead. "I would love to be with you, to be together. Aenar, my old brother, is long gone. He was kind before, but when we had to sell our mother's crown, he became bitter and resentful," she confided in him somberly.

"I'm sorry, Dany. I hope one day we will see each other. But don't forget, you are a dragon, as am I. We are the last of dragons. We have to look out for the false dragons. And considering what you told me about your brother, he might be one. We are family, and we will always be together, no matter where we are," he said with a warm smile.

"Yes, we are, Aenar. I will take it to heart. Thank you for being here, or sort of," she said, managing a chuckle. "I will teach you everything I learn, Dany, so that you can grow too," Aenar said enthusiastically.

"That would be good, yes. I haven't had much of an education. So why not use this time," she replied, smiling.

"So why don't you tell all about Greywater Watch and the Neck?" She asked. "Well, I'm at Greywater Watch, which is a..." So he started to tell all that had happened since his arrival there. Daenerys listened attentively, but her expression changed when he mentioned kissing Alysanne. "Oh, I have never been kissed, and it worries me to think of what Viserys might do in the future," Dany mournfully expressed.

To cheer her up, he kissed her as well. "I hope that improves your mood," he said, noticing the flush and smile on her face. Dany giggled and blushed even more. "Shall I do it again?" he playfully asked. "Yes!" Dany exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement. With a grin, he removed her hands from her mouth and kissed her deeply. The sensation felt right, but he couldn't help but notice that Dany felt warmer than Alysanne. As the vision faded, he knew he was waking up. "Goodbye, Dany. Stay strong," he quickly said, and her image faded from his sight.

Jon Arryn

Kingslanding - Small Council Chamber

(Three moons after Jon departed for Greywater Watch)

Seated upon the Hand of the King's chair, he awaited Robert's presence, who had proclaimed his intention to attend the small council meeting that day. Usually, the King would arrive with his demands, often concerning tourneys and other frivolous matters. However, on this particular occasion, Robert seemed to be in a rather amiable mood.

"Ah, my lords," Robert boomed as he strode into the small council chambers. "Your Grace," the other council members acknowledged in unison. "Thank you for joining us, Your race," he replied with a slight bow.

"Now, Jon, take your seat so I can acquaint you with a letter from my brother in the North," Robert declared, constantly referring to Ned as his brother. Stannis wore a disapproving frown, clearly displeased with such familiarity.

"He has beseeched us for funds to aid in the reconstruction of the North. Ned requests financial support to restore Moat Cailin and construct a canal connecting the western and eastern realms, fostering increased trade. Additionally, he seeks resources to enhance the infrastructure of the North. For the Moat and the Canal, he proposes an allocation of 50,000 gold dragons, along with the promise of a harbor to be built on the northern side of the Moat and a fortified town for settlement. In the first five years following completion, the crown shall receive a refund of trade taxes. The remaining 50,000 gold dragons will be utilized to assist the rest of the North as reparations for their participation in the rebellion and the sufferings endured by House Stark," Robert read aloud, provoking gasps among the council members.

"From your Brother-in-arms, Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North," Robert said, smiling. "Now, I am certain we can dispatch 100,000 gold dragons to the North. After all, we have spent comparable amounts on tourneys, and Ned is like a brother to me. Make it so, and send him an additional 50,000 gold dragons as a goodwill gesture." Despite the mounting expenses and daunting debts owed to the Lannisters and the Iron Bank, Robert's decree allowed little room for objection. Rejecting Ned's plea was simply not an option. One could only hope it wasn't too late to rein in Robert's lavish spending.

"Your grace, assigning 150,000 gold dragons to the North, is prudent. However, is it truly worth the cost?" Pycelle ventured to question the proposal, prompting a fierce glare from Robert. "My dear friend, the value far exceeds the cost," Robert hissed. "Very well, Pycelle, if you believe that to be the case, why don't we make it 200,000 gold dragons to demonstrate its worth truly," Robert growled, directing his anger towards the Grand Maester. Pycelle paled in response to the suggestion. "Robert, Ned initially requested only 100,000 gold dragons. Perhaps it would be wise to adhere to that amount, your grace," he implored, desperately attempting to reason with the King.

"No, all of you seem to forget that you, Ned, and I all fought side by side against the mad King and the rapist Dragonspawn. He deserves his due, as our bond is sealed through his sister's blood and should have been through marriage." Robert thundered, 'seemingly oblivious to the letter Lyanna had sent to him. But then again, Jon was well aware that it was a fabrication. For all he knew, the letter was true. A deranged or obsessed man sees only what he wishes to see,' he thought as he wondered about Lyanna's letter to Robert.

"Littlefinger, I want you to inform Ned of the credit he shall receive within the coming moon. Make it happen," Robert growled. "Of course, your grace, as you wish," Petyr responded with a slight nod. "The rest of you, leave. I have a private matter to discuss with my Hand," Robert commanded, his anger still simmering.

As the remaining council members exited the room, each offering polite bows to him and the King, Jon couldn't help but wonder about the nature of this private conversation. "Robert, what is it you wish to discuss in private?" he inquired once they were alone. "Ned's bastard, Jon, has presented an intriguing proposition. According to Ned's letter, Jon is being fostered at Greywater Watch. Furthermore, Ned plans to grant him lordship over Moat Cailin and its surrounding lands, along with establishing his own cadet house under House Stark," Robert revealed, a mixture of astonishment and cooled fervor in his voice.

"Well, Ned holds the boy in high regard," Jon remarked after perusing the letter. "Jon, perhaps we could enhance his prospects and express our gratitude to Ned while simultaneously appeasing those troublesome Tyrells and keeping them tight to use instead of the dragons. We could arrange a marriage between their daughter and the future Lord of Moat Cailin," Robert suggested a touch of amusement evident in his tone.

'Oh, Robert, you fool! This arrangement would undoubtedly insult House Tyrell and the entire Reach.' He thought in silent frustration. "Rober t, is that truly wise? The Tyrells are unlikely to consent to marrying their precious rose to a bastard," he cautioned, his tone steady and persistent. "Well, I am the King, and if the town and trade prosper, that new house will emerge as one of the wealthiest in the North. To sweeten the deal, I will grant Jon permission to construct a fleet of 50 warships for protection. It shall establish the new house as a prominent power, second only to House Stark of Winterfell," Robert mused, clearly captivated by the idea.

Aware of Robert's stubbornness, it was nearly impossible to divert him from his chosen path once his mind was set. "Send a letter to Mace Tyrell outlining my intentions, and then I want you to travel to Ned to discuss his plans and meet this bastard. Once we have the necessary credit to offer Ned, that is," Robert declared, a broad grin adorning his face. "This will serve as a lesson to those damnable dragon lovers. Now, I require a drink. Good day, Jon." Robert said, as clap on the shoulder.

'What was the saying again?' He thought to himself as he let out a big sigh as Robert walked out of the door. 'The King shits and the Hand wipes it clean. At least he lacks the cruelty of Joffrey, though his stubbornness, fiery temperament, and recklessness often prove challenging to manage.'

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