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Father of Dragons by Naerys Blackfyre

TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Adventure & Fantasy, [Jon S., Sansa S.], Words: 274k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 5k+, Published: Aug 12, 2019 Updated: Aug 15

1,591Chapter 1

Author´s note: This is my first try at a fan fiction so I hope you will be kind. I would love some constructive criticism. I would also like to note that english is not my first language.

Chapter 1.

Just like for the past months I have woken up in the dark. I am here chained and bound along side my pale and golden brother and he is as angry as I am.

How could our mother do this to us. To lock us away in here in the dark and refuse us to fly and hunt in the air where we belong.

Unlike my pale brother I am fortunate, for since I hatched, I have felt my rider even though he is far away from me, he is in a land filled with cold and snow. It is not usual for us to be able to connect with our riders from such a distance but mine is special. He is strong and powerful in magic and that is just as necessary for us to grow strong.

The time has come for us to break out of this infernal darkness and find my rider. My brother will follow me, this I know for our mother has betrayed us both and we will never follow her or our angry brother again.

He may be bigger that Viserion and I for now but the magic in the air where my rider is strong and in abundance. We will soon overtake him in size and strength.

Viserion is looking at me. He knows it is now that we must act and leave this horrible place.

I open my mouth and breath fire on the chain that is holding my brother and it melts away. There is still the issue of the iron collar that is around his neck and there is still some part of the chain hanging from it but he is no longer bound to the wall. Then he returns the favor and I am free of the chain like him.

We face the wall to the northwest and we breath fire at the same time.

The wall crumbles down and I see sunlight for the first time in months or maybe even years and I roar in joy alongside Viserion. I take flight, it will be hard going at first but it will get easier soon. We have a long distance to cover and we are have not flown in a long time, but we will get find him and with him we shall grow strong.

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TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Adventure & Fantasy, [Jon S., Sansa S.], Words: 274k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 5k+, Published: Aug 12, 2019 Updated: Aug 15

1,591Chapter 2

JON

Jon had been having strange dreams of being Ghost for years. Ever since he had gotten him in fact. The Wildlings or the freefolk as they liked to call themselves, called it warging or skinchanging. They had the ability of entering the minds of animals and controlling them. Most were scared of the wargs and skinchangers but some thought it a blessing from the old gods. Jon would dream of hunting stags and other game at night and in the morning, he would see Ghost with a bloody muzzle. Then he knew it wasn't a dream. All the stories that old nan and the Free folk told him of people entering the skin of animals were real.

All his life he had been a curious lad. He had loved to read and tried to read all the books in the great library at Winterfell before it had been burned to the ground after he had left for the wall. Jon had succeeded and thanks to his incredible memory he could remember all he had read. So to no surprise to himself he had to try out the connection he had with his direwolf.

It had been hard going at first but when he had gone undercover beyond the Wall he had gotten better and better at controlling this strange gift.

But not long after he had started on the Great ranging, he had started getting other dreams. Even stranger than his wolf dreams. He didn't know what they were at first but soon he realized that he was dreaming he was a dragon.

He had been sure for a long time that he was finally losing his mind.

Then he had heard that Daenerys Targaryen, the last Targaryen, had hatched three dragon eggs and birthed dragons back into the world. That had been when Jon realized that he was warging into one of them.

Jon had learned the name of the dragon he was warging into, his name was Rhaegal, Daenerys had named him after her brother Rhaegar who had sparked Robert´s rebellion by taking Lyanna Stark and died at the Green Fork.

When Jon had realized he was warging into the dragon, he had gone to maester Aemon and tried to ask him questions about dragons and the Dragonlords of old Valyria without giving anything away. He did not want the old maester to think Jon was losing his mind.

Regrettably maester Aemon didn't know anything about the subject of dragons and their riders that Jon hadn't read in the library of Winterfell.

Though after Jon and Aemon had spent a lot of time talking about dragons and related topics, they had formed a close bond. Jon had come to look at the old Targaryen maester as an uncle. So, when he returned from Hardhome after rescuing the last of the Free folk he had been devastated to learn that the maester had died of old age.

His best friend and sworn brother Sam Tarly had dragged Jon with him to go though the maester´s things.

And that was where Jon was now, sitting on the floor of maester Aemon´s quarters and looking through his things and trying to sort though everything.

"We have been at this for hours Sam. Perhaps it is time to take a break and get some dinner and go to sleep." He had not had any rest since he had come from Hardhome. Sam had whisked him straight away to the maester´s chambers.

"We are almost done, just look in the chest under the bed and then go and get some rest."

"I thought I was the Lord Commander." Jon responded with a tired grin but did as Sam asked.

Jon stood up and walked to the bed and got on his knees and looked under the bed. There in the far corner was a long chest. It took him sometime to actually reach the chest even though he was tall and long limbed. The chest was heavy, but he managed to drag it from under the bed.

"How did you know of this chest Sam?" Jon´s eyebrows were drawn together in a frown.

"hummm…oh uh well maester Aemon told me to give this chest to you when he died. He said that you would most likely be in need of them." Sam answers with a shrug.

Jon stared at Sam with a frown painted on this face. What could maester Aemon possibly wanted to give him.

He opened the chest slowly and peaked inside. He sat on his knees and stared, this could not be possible. How could Aemon have hid this here at the wall for so long and no one was the wiser.

"What is it? What did maester Aemon leave you?" Sam asked after a little while. When Jon did not answer Sam stood up and looked in the chest. He stood there silent beside Jon for some time opening and closing his mouth like a landed fish for a good five minutes.

"Where did maester Aemon get four dragon eggs and a Valyrian steel sword?" Sam finally managed to croak out. "And not just any Valyrian steel sword either, that is Darksister if I am not horribly mistaken."

"Brynden "the Bloodraven" Rivers came with maester Aemon to the Wall, and he had Darksister at the time. He must have left it here with maester Aemon when he left beyond the Wall."

"Yes of course, and this is the Butterwell egg. Brynden Rivers must have taken it with him and left it with maester Aemon." Sam picked up the egg that was red with golden flecks and black whorls. "They are very pretty, but I wonder why he would give them to you."

"Ever since I got back to Castle Black he and I have been talking about dragons and everything related to them." Jon wondered if he could tell Sam about his dreams. They sounded crazy even to him, how could he expect anyone else to believe that he, Jon Snow the bastard of Winterfell to be warging into the dragon that Daenerys Targaryen had hatched on another continent.

"And because of that he decided to give you four dragon eggs and his family´s ancestral sword?" Of course Sam saw through that awful excuse. "I´m not stupid Jon." Sam was getting irate.

"I know you are not stupid Sam, I´m sorry. I don't know why he gave them to me, to be honest." Jon bit his lip and knew he had to tell Sam the secret that had been gnawing at him for years now. "What I am about to tell you...You can´t tell anyone, do you understand?"

Sam nodded. He looked like Jon was about to confess to a murder. "I have been having these dreams…well not dreams exactly…it is hard to explain."

Jon walked to the bed and sat down. "You should sit down Sam. This is going to sound crazy."

"More crazy than an old man giving you four dragon eggs and his ancestral sword instead of sending them to his only living kin?"

"Yes…"

"Alright…"

"You know of warging right…the thing that some of the Freefolk can do. You know control animals and seeing with their eyes?" Sam nodded looking skeptical and a little bit worried.

"Well I can do that too, I have been doing that with Ghost since I got him and that is how I can control him like I do." Sam nodded again and seemed to realize something.

"Is that how all the raven and horses are so calm when you are near? They know you are a… warg?" Now it was Jon´s turn to look puzzled. The ravens and the horses were calm in his presence? How come he never noticed that?

"I don't know, maybe but I have never noticed that other animals besides Ghost being calm in my presence." Jon shook his head and refocused. "But that is not the point. Ever since we left on the ranging beyond the Wall I have been having different warging dreams than the dreams with Ghost, I am someone or something else." Sam said nothing and waited for Jon to continue explaining.

"I think I am warging into one of Daenerys Targaryen´s dragons." Jon couldn't meet Sam´s eyes. He didn't want to see the horror in his eyes when he realized that Jon had lost his mind.

After a few minutes of silence Jon gathered the courage to look his friend in the eye. Sam was once again doing a remarkable impression of a fish. Maybe he should not have sprung the news on him.

"I know it´s sounds crazy and you don't believe me but I swear to you I am not lying or making this up." And still the silence stretched on. Jon was realized that he had made a huge mistake, and now because of his desire to confide in someone about him warg into the dragon, he was losing a friend.

Jon stood up abruptly. "Nevermind Sam, forget I said anything." He tried to walk out the door, but Sam stopped him.

"I believe you Jon." Jon turned slow towards Sam with disbelieve written all over his face. "I mean you are right, it sounds completely mental, but you have never been exactly normal." He said with a nervous laugh.

"And if anyone is going to warg into a dragon on the other side of the world, it is you" Jon just stared at his friend. "And to be honest it kind of explains why you always know all the news of Daenerys Targaryen before the rest of us and in such a great detail. And I have never known you to lie about anything."

Jon had never been more grateful for having Sam as a friend than in that moment. He could feel tears start to build up in his eyes, he refused to let them fall and willed them away. "Thank you, Sam." He could hardly speak because of the lump in his throat.

Sam put the Butterwell back into the chest and closed it. "Here you should take the chest and get some rest." Sam could barely lift the chest so Jon walked towards him and took the chest from his arms. It was heavy but he could manage it well enough. Jon turned to leave the chamber, but Sam stopped him again.

"Jon, you know I will always believe you, no matter what. You could tell me that you are a grumpkin in a disguise and I would not doubt it for a second." Sam said with his impish smile. "Now that I think about it, you being a grumpkin makes a lot of sense."

Jon couldn't help but to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. He bid Sam goodnight and left for his own chambers to sleep for what felt for the first time in years with a lighter heart than before.

A few days later, Jon was sitting at his desk in the solar of the Lord Commander. Sam had already left for the citadel with Gilly and little Sam, and Jon was taking a break from planning what to do with the abandoned castles of the Wall.

Like most nights after he and Sam had found the dragon eggs and Darksister, he was starring at the eggs that lay in the chest. He had placed the chest by the fire so he could look at them in the evening. Jon could not explain why he had the overwhelming need to stare at the eggs for hours at a time. It was like they were calling to him, demanding his time and attention.

The eggs had turned to stone, but they glittered like jewels in the light of the fire. The egg that he and Sam guessed was the Butterwell egg, shone red with golden flecks with black whorls. That egg had been made famous for being the prize in a tourney many years ago when Aegon the fifth had been a child and a squire for Ser Duncan the Tall.

Maester Aemon had told him that he himself had been given the beautiful blue egg that was adorned with whorls of bronze. That egg had been laid in his cradle but obviously had never hatched. But maester Aemon had never shown Jon the egg, it was however unmistakably his.

The other eggs were not so easily identifiable. But he was sure that the egg that was silver colored with steaks of gold was the egg of Elaena Targaryen. One of Baelor the blessed´s sisters. Her egg had been famous for matching her silver hair that had been streaked with gold.

The last egg was pale green with swirls of silver that looked like molten rivers running all over the fossilized egg. There were a few candidates that came to mind but he couldn't be sure.

He didn't know how long he had been staring at the eggs, when the doors of his solar burst open with a bang, effectively pulling Jon out of his trance.

Olly stood in the doorway, panting and sweating. "What is it Olly?"

"You have to come outside Lord Commander, there is a ranger that came from beyond the Wall. He says he has news of your uncle Benjen!" Jon stood abruptly from his chair and raced down the stairs with Olly on his heels. In the courtyard some of the sworn brothers had gathered in a circle, effectively blocking someone from view.

"Over here Lord Commander!" One of his brothers called.

Jon pushed through the wall of men only to find no ranger returning from beyond the Wall but a sign.

A cold chill ran down his spine, and for a moment he could not comprehend the situation.

TRAITOR

That was the only thing that was written on the sign, and it was written in blood red paint.

Then there was pain in his back. Jon turned around and stared wide eyed at the men surrounding him. Ser Alister Thorne, Bowen Marsh, Wick Wittlestick and Olly. They were the men closest to him. Jon could barely breath from the pain in his back and he looked down and saw that Ser Alister was holding a bloody knife in his hand. He had stabbed him in the back.

Again Ser Alister thrust his knife in Jon, but this time it was in the belly. Jon staggered but did not fall. Another knife pierced him, this time it was Bowen Marsh who had stabbed him. Bowen was crying and muttered "For the Watch."

"Why?" was all Jon could manage to get out of his mouth that wasn't blood.

"For the Watch" and a knife in the chest was the only replay he got as he fell to his knees in agony. His chest, belly and back were all on fire. It felt like someone had doused him in wildfire and the pain was unbearable.

Then all he felt was cold and numb, he looked up at his murderers sluggishly. "Ghost…" Then Olly stepped forward and thrust a dagger right into his heart and the cold overtook him and everything turned black.

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TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Adventure & Fantasy, [Jon S., Sansa S.], Words: 274k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 5k+, Published: Aug 12, 2019 Updated: Aug 15

1,591Chapter 3

He was flying though the night, he felt the chilly night air of the North, but the cold of the North was not enough to cool his rage. He had never felt this way before in his short life. Not even when his mother had betrayed him and his brother and locked them in the dark.

They had hurt his rider. No, they had killed him, and he would get his revenge. He would burn them all. He would rain such fire down upon them like never had been seen before and never would be seen again.

He had felt fear for the first time in his life when the connection with his rider had gone out. A dragon was not meant to feel fear, but that had given away to the anger almost immediately, and he had resolved to fly over to the place that his rider was and lay waste to the ones that dared to hurt his rider.

He felt Viserion close behind him. His brother could feel his rage at the injustice of being so close to his rider and having someone snatch him away, when Rhaegal was so close to claiming him.

But then he felt it, where before had been an ember, now there was a roaring dragonfire. His connection with his rider was back and it was stronger than before. His rider was alive again. He felt hope rekindle in his heart.

He had to find him quickly before someone could hurt him again.

Everything was dark all around him. Despite the soothing, warm darkness that he felt. He could feel rage and fear. Why was he so angry and afraid? It was warm, peaceful and tranquil here, why should he be angry?

And then with a loud crack, the world shattered. The peace was gone, never to return again. There was another crack heard close by and his eyes flew open. He could see smoke from a fire that seemed all around him, and turned the stars blood red.

The third crack was heard along with chirping. He could also hear someone crying. It was a loud sobbing of someone grieving a passing of a loved one.

At the fourth crack he realized that he was lying on a pyre. There was something crawling on him, several somethings in fact.

Bronze eyes looked at him as if to tell him it was time to get up and stop lying about. The eyes belonged to blue creature that could only be a very small dragon. Jon manage to sit up and the little blue dragon was now in his lap. The blue dragon had bronze colored horns crawled to his shoulder to make room for three other little dragons. One was a beautiful shimmering silver with golden horns, the third was red with golden horns and eyes, with a little hint of black amongst the red. The last one was a pale green with streaks of silver all over his body.

The four little dragons were crawling all over him and chirping and letting out small shrikes. He could hardly believe that he had a dragon on his shoulder and three other dragons in his lap. Jon looked around and saw fire all round him. But the fire wasn't burning him, it was comforting and warm. It seemed to lick his skin but strangely it didn't burn him. No, the fire was making him stronger than ever before.

It stirred a memory, not his own, but a memory that belonged to another. Then it hit him like a Morningstar. The memory belonged to Rhaegal, his very first memory, it was from when he and his brothers were hatched. They too had been hatched on a pyre when Daenerys Targaryen had burned the body of her husband.

Then Jon realized the horrible truth. He wasn't angry or afraid, Rhaegal was, and he was coming here to avenge him, with fire and blood.

He had to move quickly, he had to stop Rhaegal from burning Castle Black to ash and everyone with it.

He closed his eyes and for the first time he tried to consciously warg into Rhaegal. It was strange and different from Ghost but at the same time it was familiar and surprisingly easy, like the dragon was welcoming him. Jon managed to calm Rhaegal enough to get the dragons to hide an hour´s ride from Castle Black, but he had to assure Rhaegal that Jon would come to him very soon. He didn't want anyone to know he had two large dragons yet, the four small ones were shocking enough for now.

He put the silver and golden dragon on his other shoulder and gathered the pale green one and the red and golden one in his arms and stood up. He had to get of this pyre, he looked around and saw to his right was a possible way down. But it was hard to see anything through the blazing inferno.

He spied a place that he could use to get down of the pyre. He took one step, and then another and another until he stumbled ungracefully out of the pyre. Jon looked around and saw fearful, grieve struck faces of his sworn brothers. Ser Davos was also here along with Stannis´s red witch and a handful of Baratheon men. Everyone was looking at him in fear and disbelieve. Jon looked at the group assembled in the courtyard.

Then he saw her, she had grown taller since he last saw her and even more beautiful. She was flanked by an incredibly tall woman with blonde hair, a young man with dark hair and Ghost.

"…Sansa?" He could only whisper. Jon tried to take another step towards her, but he fell on one knee in the snow, and that seemed to break the spell of shocked silence in the courtyard. While he knew the fire had made him stronger that before, he felt disoriented and a little lightheaded. Coming back from the dead was hard work, but the lightheadedness would wear off soon, that much he knew.

Then the red woman fell to her knees and started to loudly pray to her red god and the Baratheon men with her.

But Sansa ran towards him, crying as she fell to her knees in front of him. She grasped his face with her hands and pulled him to her chest. Dragons and all.

"I thought you were dead, Jon." She sobbed into his curly, dark hair.

Before he could replay, something started to lick the side of his face that was not buried in Sansa´s clothes. Jon managed to look at Ghost, who was making soft whines.

Jon heard someone else approach them in a hurry. "My lady, we must get him inside. He will freeze out here." The voice belonged to a woman. It must have been the woman that had stood at Sansa´s side when Jon walked out of the fire.

It was only then that Sansa realized that all of Jon´s clothes were gone, if the speed of her pushing him away with a blush was anything to go by.

Ser Davos had come to Jon´s side and was trying to put a cloak around his shoulders but was having a hard time of it because of the dragons that were perched on them. Then Ser Davos decided to try to put the cloak under the dragons, much to their irritation. The silver one decided to climb on Jon´s head to get away from Ser Davos and his cloak, the silver one´s climb up his head was very painful for Jon as the little dragon pulled on his hair to get up, but the blue one was calmer and let Ser Davos put the cloak on Jon´s shoulders. But he never took his eyes of Ser Davos while he was doing it.

Meanwhile Tormund had appeared at Jon´s side and together with Ser Davos they helped Jon back to his chamber. The dragons were hissing and chirping all the way there. The silver dragon had decided that it was safe to come down to his shoulder again, much to Jon´s relieve, and was chirping angerly in his ear.

They finally made it to Jon´s chambers and he was helped to sit on his bed. He put the little dragons on the bed beside him. Ghost could apparently not contain his curiosity anymore and paddled over to the dragons and started to sniff at them. They tried to snap at his snout, but Jon gave them a quick flick on the nose for their trouble. "No, don't threaten Ghost." He said to them and gave them an angry stare. To his surprise and everyone else´s in the room the dragons listened to him.

He looked at the people gather in his room. "Could I maybe get some clothes, and some cooked meat for the dragons?" He asked, his throat was filled with ash, he noticed, and his voice sounded unsurprisingly dry and raspy. Satin his steward jumped up to fetch him some clothes and Ser Davos hurried out of his room, presumably to get the meat he asked for.

Jon looked at Sansa and saw her blush go even deeper. "We will wait outside while you get changed." She said in a small voice and hurried out of the room. He couldn't help but to stare after her. He had never been so glad to see anyone before in his life.

But how was she here, all he knew of her fate was that he had disappeared from King´s Landing when Joffrey was murdered.

His thoughts were interrupted by Satin handing him new clothes. He hurried putting them on as best he could, but every muscle in his body was stiff and it was like he had never used them before. When he was done dressing, he sat back down again. Satin let everyone back into his chambers.

Sansa stepped in first. Before he could stop himself, he had stood back up from his bed and closed the distance between them and hugged her. He noticed that even as tall as she was, he was a head taller than she was and he could comfortably bury his nose in her hair if he so chose. After a little while, he took a step back and held her at arm´s length, he gave her a small sad smile. "I thought you were dead."

Her ocean blue eyes were filled with unshed tears. "I thought you had died." She replayed.

"I did."

She stared at him confused. "Then how…" Jon just shook his head, he had no answers to that question. "I don't know."

Before anything else could be said, Ser Davos entered Jon´s chamber and Jon was pulled out of the moment. He also noticed that Edd had come to join them and the room was staring to get a little crowded. He cleared his throat and accepted the dish filled with meat. "Thank you, Ser Davos." Jon turned to feed the dragons when a thought entered his head. "Who put the egg´s on the pyre?" Jon asked and looked at the people in the room. Everyone looked at Satin and he had his answer. Jon raised his eyebrows and the question was clear even though no word was spoken. Why.

"Well after you got the eggs, you started to behave strangely, you started to talk in your sleep when I came in to your solar to clean and you were saying weird things." Jon continued to stare at him and saying nothing.

"It was really strange and you kind of frightened me, to be honest. You were talking about fire and blood, and how the eggs needed to be put in the fire. Yes, I know it is a strange leap to make, to put them on your funeral pyre, but it seemed the right thing to do. You seemed so concerned with them and I thought you wanted to have them with you when you were gone." Satin seemed really embarrassed.

"Wait, why were you sleeping in your solar Jon?" Sansa stared at Jon with accusation written clearly on her face. Now it was Jon´s turn to be embarrassed. But when he looked at Sansa´s face he could not help but be transported back to his childhood. She looked exactly like her mother, well a more beautiful version of her, but the resemblance was uncanny. He cleared his throat and turned to his dragons and started to feed them. "We´ll talk about that later."

"Yes, we will Jon Snow."

He heard Tormund and Ser Davos snicker behind him, and he felt his face start to turn a nice crimson.

"And where did you get the dragon egg´s?" Sansa asked after Tormund and Davos managed to get their laughter under control. That question had everyone listing with undivided attention.

"Maester Aemon left them for me, and before anyone asks, I don't know why." Sansa frowned but nodded.

Ser Davos cleared his throat. "We have all had a long day. Perhaps we should continue this on the morrow?" Sansa looked like she was about to protest, but the tall woman beside her intervened. "My lady, we just came to Castle Black and you have had a long and hard journey, you need rest."

Jon now noticed the clothes Sansa wore, they didn't look anything like a highborn lady would wear, no they looked more at home on a handmaiden or a servant than on a daughter of Eddard Stark. He couldn't help the frown that appeared on his face.

Sansa relented and gave a curt nod. Jon turned to Satin. "Satin, could you find them suitable chambers to stay in?" Satin nodded and hurried to follow his command. Sansa and her companions turned to follow him, but Jon stopped them. "Sansa, you umm…you should take Ghost with you." She looked like she was going to protest. "Please, Sansa I would feel better if you have him with you."

Sansa gave him a small smile and nodded, and Ghost followed her and her friends out the door. When everyone left, Jon sat on his bed again and slumped against the wall, besides his new dragons.

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TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Adventure & Fantasy, [Jon S., Sansa S.], Words: 274k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 5k+, Published: Aug 12, 2019 Updated: Aug 15

1,591Chapter 4

SANSA

Sansa´s road had been long and hard. She was so incredibly tired and hungry, but she did not want to stop. She was almost there. She was almost safe. She had to see him, the only family she knew the location of. She knew that even though she had been cold and mean to him as a child that he wouldn't turn her away. That had never been him. Jon had always been so kind to her even when she was being a brat to him.

She could see Castle Black now. She had heard in Winterfell that he was now the Lord Commander of the Night´s Watch. She also knew that many of the North were angry at him for letting the wildling through the wall. She knew that Ramsey would use that to try to get rid of Jon. He would say that Jon was going to let the Wildlings murder and rape as much as they wanted, and that Jon had to be killed to stop him.

She could not let that happen, she had to save Jon.

When they arrived at the gate of Castle Black, the castle was very quiet. It was like someone had died.

A black brother looked over the castle wall and asked who they were. Lady Brienne answered that they were travelers coming to talk with Lord Commander Snow. The man´s face fell, and he ordered the gate open. The courtyard was not only filled with sad looking black brothers, but they were greatly outnumbered by wildlings, who were also looking sorrowful.

They meet the man in the other side of the wall. The man was thin with grey hair and looked very dour.

"You are looking for Lord Commander Jon Snow?" Brienne nodded. "Then I regret to inform you that the Lord Commander has passed."

Sansa felt her world shatter. Her last known family member was gone. She felt her insides turn to ice and a strangled sob tried to work its way up her throat.

"This is my Lady Sansa of house Stark, the Lord Commander´s own sister." Brienne said. The man´s eyes widened.

"I am sorry for your loss my Lady. We are now preparing for his funeral. So, if you want to say your goodbyes, I can lead you to his chambers." Sansa nodded and dismounted her horse. Brienne and Podrick hurried after her as they followed the Night´s Watchman. They followed him to the Lord Commander´s solar. It was a small solar, smaller than she would guess, sense it was the solar of the Lord Commanders.

There he was, her last brother. Theon had said that he had not killed Bran and Rickon, but for how long could they have survived the wilds of the North, when their older brothers didn't survive being surrounded with loyal men.

Jon was laying on a table, she could have thought he was sleeping if not for the holes in his black clothing, and the mournful whimpers of Ghost who was laying on the ground by the table. She walked slowly to Jon´s body as if not to disturb him. He was covered in blood, but that did not stop her from touching his cheek. He was cold to the touch and all she wanted to do was to shake him until he woke.

"Pardon me, my Lady." Sansa jumped at the melodious voice. She had been so distracted by Jon´s dead body that she did not see a young man sitting close by. "Are you Jon´s sister?" he asked.

Sansa nodded and tried to dry her tears, but more came instead. "How…" she had to ask, she had to know. "How did he die?"

The young man looked grim. "He was betrayed. Their where some of the men who were not happy that Jon saved the wildlings at Hardhome. And then let them come through the wall. So, they lured him out and stabbed him. But Edd, one of the loyal to Jon went to get the wildlings and we arrested them and put them in the ice cells. We are going to execute them after the funeral."

Jon had been betrayed. Just like father, just like Robb, just like Bran and Rickon. Was it every Stark´s man destiny to betrayed by the men they trusted? Before she could replay someone walked into the room. Sansa had never met this woman before, but she knew her immediately by her the way she looked.

She was tall and beautiful, she had long red hair and was wearing a crimson gown that must not have been very warm and she had a red ruby fastened on a choker. Even her eyes were the color of red. She had heard many stories of Stannis´s red woman, and all her witchcraft, when she was stuck as a hostage in the Red keep.

"Are you Melisandre of Asshai? Sansa asked just to be sure. The woman nodded but she was looking at Jon. Had they known each other well? Where they lovers? At that thought she felt something crawl in her belly. She shook her head to clear her head of that thought.

Then three others entered the room. One of them was the night´s watchman from before, the dour one. The other two were not from the night´s watch. One was an older man who had a beard and was starting to lose his hair, and the other one was clearly a wildling. He was tall and had crazy red hair and beard.

"Milady." Said the older man and nodded to her. Then he turned to the red woman. "Is there anything you can do for him?" This got Sansa´s undivided attention. Were they going to try some crazy spell to bring her brother back?

"I don't know Ser Davos." So, this was the famous Onion Knight. The man who had saved Stannis Baratheon at the siege of Storm´s End. "But I will try."

The Red woman walked over to Jon and beaconed the young man to help her. She asked the dour man to fetch water, then she and the young man started to undress Jon´s body. Sansa averted her eyes. Even though he was gone, she wanted to help preserve Jon´s modesty.

After some time, Sansa dared to look to see if they were done. They had finished undressing him and had put a small cover over his…male parts. What she saw shocked her. His chest and belly were covered in holes. Ugly stab wounds covered him and the cruelest one was over his heart like someone had stuck the knife in and twisted it. She could feel the tears start to build in her eyes.

The nights watchman came back with the water, and the Red woman started her ritual. It was the longest minutes of Sansa´s life. She stood there and stared as the woman worked and chanted in another language.

But it was all for naught. The red priestess stopped, and Jon was still laying there, dead. She had long sense stopped believing in fairytales and songs but a part of her had hoped that some god would take pity and return Jon to her. Everyone left the room, but her and the young man.

"My Lady, we should prepare him for the funeral now." It was the young man again. She looked at him, but she could barely make him out from all the tears in her eyes wanting to come out.

"What is your name?" She asked. "Satin, I am…was the Lord Commander´s steward." He replayed quietly.

"Satin, do you… do you mind leaving me alone with him, just for a little while?" Satin gave her a kind smile and nodded. "I will be back later with some clothes for him to wear."

Sansa nodded as Satin left. He had barely closed the door, when Sansa broke out in sobs. She closed the distance between her and Jon and buried her face into his chest and cried. She had come so far to reach him only to find him dead and gone. She had come looking for her last brother only to find out that someone had taken him away from her. Cruelly murdered him in cold blood.

Her good, kind Jon, who no matter how she had treated him growing up, had always given her a kind smile and a gentle word.

She didn't know how long she stayed there, crying into Jon´s chest, it could have been years for all she knew. But all too soon, Satin came back with the clothes that Jon would be dressed in.

She helped Satin as best she could, but she was to grief stricken to be of much help. She sat down into the chair by the lord commander´s desk. That is when she saw something strange.

In a chest by the fireplace, there were four colorful stones. They were beautiful and the light of the flames reflected in the hard surface of the stones.

"Where did Jon get these?" Sansa asked. Satin turned to her and shook his head. "I don't know my lady. One day they just where here when I was cleaning, and it is not my place to question the Lord Commander."

Silence fell over them while Satin continued his work, but when he was finished, he turned to her. He looked like he was troubled and wanted to say something.

"What is it?" Sansa finally asked.

"It´s just that…the eggs… well they had a weird hold on him." Sansa could see that it had been on the young man´s mind for some time. She nodded at him to go on. "Well ever sense he got the eggs, it´s like they were always on his mind you see. He was even dreaming about them. Once when I came to clean, he was talking in his sleep and he was saying over and over again, fire and blood and put them in the fire." Satin was quiet for a while but then he spoke again. "I was thinking that maybe we should put them on the pyre with him. I think that they meant much to him, and maybe that they should be with him when he goes."

Sansa looked at the eggs. For some strange reason she agreed with Satin, if they had meant so much to Jon, they should be with him. It was a strange feeling that went against everything that Queen Cersei and Littlefinger had taught her. To burn four valuable dragon eggs instead of selling them to buy an army. They would have never allowed such folly, but she was not them and she didn't own the eggs. Jon did, and they should be with him.

She nodded her consent. Nothing more was said and then the men who had left the room before came back. They were getting ready to move Jon. She hurried out of the room and meet Brienne and Podrick, who were waiting just outside. It had turned dark and the stars and the moon were shining bright.

"They are ready for the Lord Commander, my lady." Brienne said quietly. They went ahead to the courtyard where the pyre had been built and waited with the rest of the black brothers. No one seemed to pay much mind to Sansa and her companions, the night´s watchmen were grieving and didn't seem to care that two women had joined them in the courtyard. For the first time she noticed that among the Night´s watchmen and the wildling, there were also a few Baratheon men. They must have been the survivors from Stannis´s army, she thought to herself.

Then they came down with Jon´s body. He was carried on a wooden plank that had handles attached to it so the men could carry it easier. Satin followed after them with the eggs in his arms.

The men put Jon on the pyre and Satin put the eggs around him, then they stepped of the pyre. The dour faced man stepped forward with Satin. He was holding torch four torches and handed Satin one and then two other men Sansa had not seen before. They lighted them up before the first man spoke. But Sansa had stopped paying attention. The only thing she saw was Jon´s body lying there.

Then she felt something large and warm move next to her. It was Ghost, Jon´s direwolf. She hadn't noticed before, her thoughts being consumed with the loss of her brother, but he was unbelievably big. He was the size of a small horse and she guessed if he let it, a small child could easily use him for a mount. He looked her in the eye and gave her a sad whine, she put her hand on his neck for support, to get through this she was going to need all she could get.

She turned back to the pyre. They were now lighting it. She tried to hold it in, but she couldn't. It started out small, but the sobs grew and grew. It didn't take long until she stopped caring that there where people around. All she cared about was that she would never get to talk to Jon again, to ask him to forgive her of how she had treated him growing up, she would never get to reminisce of life in Winterfell with him, before they left.

She must have been standing there for some time, crying, sobbing and staring into the flames when it happened.

Jon´s ash covered figure stepped out of the flames. He stepped out of the flames alive and holding two small dragons and had two on his shoulders. She stood there frozen, she couldn't even breath, she didn't believe her own eyes. It must be a dream she thought. Dead men don't step out of flames with dragons. Not in real life, maybe in songs but never in real life.

"…Sansa?" His voice was a whisper, but she heard him. Then he fell on one knee, and it was like a spell was broken. She rushed to him, not caring that running wasn't lady like. She knew vaguely that there was some commotion behind her, but all she cared about was Jon was alive and well. She fell down before him and hugged his head to her face.

"I thought you were dead, Jon." She managed to sob into his hair, while he smelled of ash, to her his smell brought nothing but thoughts of Winterfell when it had been a home, of safety and if love could have a smell, it would smell like Jon.

Ghost had followed her to show his happiness that Jon was alive, he was licking the side of his face, and she could feel the heat of the dragons through her clothes.

"My lady, we must get him inside. He will freeze out here." That brought reality crashing down on her. She was kneeling in the dirt and snow in the courtyard of Castle Black, hugging her formally dead, but now very naked brother, in front of everyone. She pushed him away with a blush, and she was sure that her face was going to catch on fire.

Ser Davos came to them and was trying to putt a cloak around Jon´s shoulders, much to the annoyance of the little dragons. The silver one hurried to climb on top of Jon´s head, but the blue and bronze one let the knight put the cloak on Jon. But he didn't look happy with the knight.

The wild haired man and Ser Davos helped him to his feet and guided him back to his chambers. Sansa and her companions followed them. They arrived in his room and the men helped him sit on his bed and he put the dragons on his bed beside him.

Then Ghost came, and with a direwolfs infinite curiosity had to go and sniff at them. The dragons started to hiss and snap at his snout. But Jon flicked at their noses. "No, don't threaten Ghost." To everyone´s surprise they listened to Jon and looked like children when they had been chastised.

Jon looked at everyone gathered in his small room "Could I maybe get some clothes, and some cooked meat for the dragons?" He asked, his voice rough and raspy. Sansa had never been as happy to hear a voice before in her live. She had heard it whisper her name before, but she had been so shocked that she hadn't had the time to appreciate his northern accent and even though it was raspy, it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

Ser Davos and Satin rushed to follow his request. Then he looked at her, and she remembered that he was still naked under that cloak. "We will wait outside while you get changed." She hoped that her voice wasn't as small as she thought it had been. Then she hurried out of the room with Brienne and Podrick after her.

For the first time sense Jon stepped out of the pyre, she looked at them. They both looked like they had seen ghosts. Not that she was surprised. It wasn't every day that one sees a dead man step out of a burning pyre with four small dragons. It must have been a short time they had to wait for Satin to let them in, but for Sansa, it was an eternity.

She hurried into the room, but before she could say or do anything, Jon had her wrapped up in a hug. She couldn't remember feeling so safe or so warm before. She wanted it to last forever. Too soon he stepped back and held her at arms-length. "I thought you were dead."

"I thought you had died." She replayed with tears in her eyes yet again.

"I did." That answer didn't help any.

"Then how…" Jon just shook his head. "I don't know." Then who did?

Before they could continue, Ser Davos and the dour faced man entered the room. Jon took the meat filled dish and thanked him. He turned to the dragons and then he turned to them again. "Who put the egg´s on the pyre?" He asked.

Everyone turned to Satin, who looked like he didn't want to be there. "Well after you got the eggs, you started to behave strangely, you started to talk in your sleep when I came in to your solar to clean and you were saying weird things." Jon continued to stare at him and saying nothing.

That had not followed the story when Satin had told her about this before. Was he working too hard? Was he not taking care of himself? "Wait, why were you sleeping in your solar Jon?" She asked. Jon looked like a deer that had just spotted a hunter. He cleared his throat. "We´ll talk about that later."

"Yes, we will Jon Snow." She said his surname to make sure that she was not happy that he wasn't taking care of himself properly. That would be changing right now.

She heard snickering behind her. But she had to ask. "And where did you get the dragon egg´s?" The ones snickering stopped and listen to this part of the conversation with great attention.

"Maester Aemon left them for me, and before anyone asks, I don't know why." Sansa frowned but nodded.

Ser Davos cleared his throat. "We have all had a long day. Perhaps we should continue this on the morrow?" Sansa wanted to protest but Brienne intervened. "My lady, we just came to Castle Black and you have had a long and hard journey, you need rest." She hated it when someone used logic against her when she really wanted something. Like Jon to answer all her questions. But Brienne was right, and it was late. Jon had also just come back from the dead and probably needed rest. So, she gave in and nodded.

Jon asked Satin to find them some place warm to sleep in.

They turned to leave Jon´s room but he stopped them. "Sansa, you umm…you should take Ghost with you." She was about to object; couldn't he see he needed all the protection he could get?

"Please, Sansa I would feel better if you have him with you." When he said that and paired it with his puppy dog eyes, she couldn't say no. She doubted anyone could. So, she gave him a small smile and Ghost followed her out the door to find appropriate sleeping quarters for the foreseeable future.

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Father of Dragons by Naerys Blackfyre

TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Adventure & Fantasy, [Jon S., Sansa S.], Words: 274k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 5k+, Published: Aug 12, 2019 Updated: Aug 15

1,591Chapter 5

JON

Jon was staring at his dragons, waiting for everyone to calm down from the excitement of the evening and go to bed. He didn't want anyone to follow him when he went to meet Rhaegal and Viserion for the first time. A part of him wanted no one to get hurt if he couldn't control them, but a more selfish part of him wanted to keep them to himself, just for a while. But he knew that he couldn't. He would need them before long.

His new dragons had just finished eating. And were now yawning. It must be tiring work, being born. It was so strange watching them on his bed, he felt something swell in his chest. He felt happy just looking at them doing normal things. Like eating and trying and failing to keep themselves awake.

He knelt down before the bed and looked at his little dragons. "Alright, I am going to have to go, but I will be back soon. You guys will behave and be quiet until I return, alright?"

He had to admit, he would have felt a little silly, talking to dragons. If he hadn't been inside the head of Rhaegal since he had been hatched, he would have thought himself mad. Jon knew better that anyone that dragons understood what was spoken to them. Even in the common tongue.

All the dragons were looking at him in silence, and he knew that they had understood. But he wondered if they would obey him. He stood up and with a last, be good, he left the room.

The night was cool, and the moon and the stars were shining bright. As he was looking at the stars, he had a thought. He had to name his young dragons. He would have to give that some thought. But now he had to meet the other two dragons on Westeros.

He walked to the stables and found his horse. His fifteen-year old bay gelding had served him faithfully over the years. He could still remember when his father gave him the horse as a name-day present. He had been so happy getting him.

He saddled his horse and lead him to the gate. The black brother standing by the gate looked at Jon with wonder and worry. He had most likely been one of many to see him step out of the burning pyre. The man was one of the new one´s that had not yet taken his vows yet. Jon wasn't sure what his name was.

"I need to go, but I will be back in a few hours." Jon said to the man. The man nodded and his eyes were wide.

The man went to open the gate, and Jon mounted his horse and rode out. Jon could feel the connection between him and Rhaegal. The pull was getting stronger and stronger with every step the horse took.

It took him an hour to get close to the dragons. he dismounted his horse and tied him to a tree close by. He would walk the rest of the way. He was very nervous. He was finally meeting Rhaegal, his dragon.

Jon enter the clearing, and the sight before him took his breath away.

The dragons that he had hatched this very night were the size of large cats. But the two dragons before him were definitely not the size of cats.

The Cream and gold one, Viserion he knew from Rhaegal´s memories, was the smallest one of the three Daenerys had hatched in Essos. But he had grown, by now he looked to be around sixty feet long from snout to the tip of his tail. But Rhaegal, who was the color of emeralds and bronze was even bigger.

The cream and gold dragon was only 2/3 of Rhaegal´s size. Jon knew, as if by some long forgotten memory that the dragons would grow quicker the closer they were to him physically and mentally. That long forgotten memory also told him that Rhaegal´s would grow even quicker that any dragon now living. It did take Jon a moment to realize that the knowledge of how quickly the dragons would grow didn't belong to him, but to Rhaegal.

Rhaegal´s was so excited to see him, that in his rush over to Jon, he almost ran over his brother. Viserion made a sound that sounded like an irritated growl and shook his head. Jon could have sworn he saw the dragon roll his eyes.

The great green dragon was now breathing in Jon´s scent. He could feel Rhaegal´s happiness at seeing him and he couldn't help but to smile. The dragon reminded him of Ghost when they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Jon put his hand on Rhaegal´s snout. He felt something snap into place at the act. Like the connection between them had been half formed, even though it was incredibly strong, but now it was in full force. It was like all of Jon´s senses were amplified. He felt like he, himself was better just by being in Rhaegal´s presence.

He closed his eyes and let all the new senses and feelings wash over him. From the happiness of the dragon, to the coarseness of the scales of his body and the heat he felt as he touched the dragon´s snout.

When Jon opened his eyes, he looked straight into Rhaegal´s eyes. The green dragon was looking at him expectantly. Jon knew exactly what the dragon wanted.

Jon walked over to the dragon´s neck, there was a collar of iron around it. It looked like it was getting too tight for him as he had clearly been growing since, he and his brother escaped Meereen. There was a pin that was holding the collar together. Jon grasped it and pulled. The pin slid out and the collar came crashing to the ground. Rhaegal made a happy screeching sound and shook his head and neck at finally being free of the collar.

Viserion came closer to them and looked at Jon hopefully as a dragon could. The pale dragon lowered his head and neck for Jon to reach the pin that was holding his collar together. Soon Viserion´s iron collar had followed Rhaegal´s to the ground. Then Jon felt Rhaegal´s snout bump gently into his back. Jon turned to Rhaegal.

Jon looked at the dragon as he lowered his shoulder so Jon could climb onto his back. Jon felt a face splitting grin form on his face, and his hands shook with excitement. For the first time in his life, Jon was going for a dragon ride.

The climb up was surprisingly easy and the dragon radiated so much heat that most people would have thought it unbearable to be sitting on the dragon. But to Jon, it felt warm and comforting like the burning pyre he had stepped out of. When Jon made himself comfortable on Rhaegal´s back, the emerald and bronze dragon kicked off the ground.

All the air fled Jon´s lungs as they rouse into the night sky. Because the moonlight was so bright Jon could see a lot more than he had expected. Jon couldn't help but to admire the North as it as bathed in the silver moonlight. Then he heard a noise and looked back to see what it was. Viserion had joined them in the sky.

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, he didn't think that he had ever been this happy as the larger than life dragons soared through the night sky. Jon could see over the Wall and into the true North as the free folk called it, and the stars looked like millions of diamonds on a blanket of ebony.

The world had turned so small and all the worries that had been plaguing him had been blown away with the cold northern wind. He felt like for the first time in his life, as Rhaegal climbed through the clouds, that nothing could hurt him.

As they were flying, the dragons were completely silent. It was like they knew that he didn't want anyone to hear them. Jon didn't try to control Rhaegal, he instead let the dragon fly like he wanted to, but Jon was sure that Rhaegal would carry out any command that Jon gave him. Just like when Jon had stopped him from coming to Castle Black and burning everyone and everything.

They were flying for hours most likely, but for Jon it was all too soon that they had to return to the clearing that Rhaegal and Viserion had been using. Dawn would be breaking soon, and he had to return to Castle Black.

He dismounted from Rhaegal´s back and stroked the dragon´s neck. Rhaegal closed his eyes in satisfaction. Jon could more feel that hear Viserion land behind him. He come close enough to touch. He looked at the pale dragon behind him and gave him a rub on the snout. Viserion seemed to appreciate that, if the sounds he made that reminded Jon of a purring cat, were anything to go by.

SANSA

She woke up slowly a few hours after dawn. She didn't have a good night, but that wasn't to be expected. Every night sense her wedding night, she had nightmares, and she never slept for very long. But having Ghost by her side had been much better. When she had woken up, she had seen the great white direwolf lying beside her. She had used him as a frightened child uses a teddy bear.

Jon´s direwolf had taken the indignity with patience and grace. He had been such a comfort to her that night. She was very tempted to ask Jon if Ghost could stay with her indefinitely. Jon being who he is, would probably agree.

Sansa got up to get dressed. She hadn't dared to take of her dress, but she had taken her cloak of her shoulders. She also didn't have any extra clothes with her, so it didn't take her a long time. When she left her room, she noticed that Brienne was standing guard just outside her door. "Brienne, why are you not asleep?" She couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice.

Brienne looked very tired and her eyes were red form lack of sleep. "I´m guarding you, my lady." Brienne looked a little sheepish at that.

"I had Ghost with me all night, lady Brienne. You could have gone to sleep." Sansa replayed not unkindly. "Why don't you get some sleep now, I will have Ghost to protect me and I will go to Jon. I have to talk to him any way and he would never let anyone hurt me." Lady Brienne looked at the big direwolf. Sansa knew that Brienne couldn't deny that the white wolf was a fearsome sight, and everyone had heard that Robb had gone into battle with Greywind, his own direwolf.

Brienne sighed and relented, and Sansa went to find her brother. It was so strange that Jon had survived the burning pyre and had manage to hatch not one, but four living dragons. And the way they had obeyed him was also strange.

Dragons were famously hard to control for the Targaryen´s and impossible for anyone else after the Doom. But how could Jon control them so easily. It wasn't because he was bigger than them. Sansa had spent enough time around Tyrion to know this.

Her former husband was the closest to being a dragon expert you could get in this day and age. And he had loved to talk about the creatures. He had said that even the hatchlings couldn't be controlled by someone who didn't have any blood of old Valyria.

But as far as Sansa knew Jon didn't have any Valyrian blood. Then again, she didn't know who his mother was, no one knew. Her father had taken the secret to his grave.

But that hit her as strange. Her father had been renowned for his honor. But fathering a bastard wasn't honorable. And the fact he never talked about her was even stranger.

Could Jon´s mother be a Targaryen? No that couldn't be. The only female Targaryen that could have given birth around the time Jon was born was Rhealla Targaryen and she had been pregnant with Daenerys Targaryen. The other person that had hatched dragons in the last one hundred and fifty years.

The only other person that had spent long enough time around a Targaryen to have a child around the time Jon had to be conceived was…

Sansa stopped on her way to Jon´s rooms. She just stood there staring into space. Could it be? Could Jon really be…

That made more sense than Eddard Stark fathering a bastard. Her aunt Lyanna had been with Rhaegar Targaryen for a year before Lord Stark had found her in the Tower of Joy where she had mysteriously died of a fever. Could she have died of a birthing fever? Could Jon really be the son of Lyanna and Rhaegar.

That would also explain the reason he had such control over the dragons.

She could feel something in her stomach twist. If that was true, Jon wasn't her brother. Sansa didn't know how to handle that. She had just gotten him back. She didn't want to lose him again. Then again, she couldn't just barge into his solar and start to shout out wild theories. She had to confirm them or disprove them if that was possible.

It was then Sansa remembered, her father hadn't been alone at the Tower of Joy. Lord Howland Reed had been with him. If anyone knew the truth, it was him.

But it would have to wait. She had to speak to Jon about gathering an army to take back Winterfell from the Bolton´s.

Sansa arrived at the door to Jon´s solar. She was about to knock when she heard voices from the inside. But she couldn't make out what they were saying. She shook her head and gathered her courage and knocked. The voices stopped and she could hear someone walk to the door.

The door swung open to reveal Jon. He gave her one of his rare but beautiful smiles and invited her in. When she walked into the solar, she could see who Jon had been talking to. It was the wild haired wildling from the night before.

She also noticed that Jon´s dragons where strutting around the floor in front of the fireplace. Ghost trotted over to them to lay in front of the fireplace. The dragons seemed to remember the lesson Jon had thought them the night before. While they didn't threaten Ghost, they couldn't contain their curiosity and started to approach the direwolf to sniff at him.

Sansa was pulled out of her thought of dragons and direwolfs by Jon, who was introducing her to the wildling man. "Sansa, this is Tormund. Tormund this is my sister, Lady Sansa of Winterfell." Jon was so much like Eddard Stark in that moment. Her father hadn't liked flowery introductions either. Tormund gave her a beaming smile. He looked like he was going to say something, but Jon interrupted him before he could say anything.

"So, can I count on you Tormund?" The big man laughed.

"Of course, King crow, I will help you. But you are going to have to convince the others, but after yesterday, I don't think that is going to be a problem. Harhar." With that he left the room chuckling.

Sansa stared after the man with wide eyes. "He grows on you." Jon´s voice was filled with laughter. She couldn't remember seeing him this relaxed before. It was a strange that a man was more relaxed after being murdered and then being brought back to life, than he had been as a child.

Sansa gave him a smile. She couldn't believe she had him back. She had thought that she had lost him forever, but here he was. Alife and whole. She could feel the tears start to well up in her eyes. She blinked them away and tried to distract Jon from noticing them.

"What are you counting on Tormund to do?"

Jon sat down on his chair behind the desk. "I was asking him if he could supply us with men to take back Winterfell." Of all the things she had been expecting from Jon at this moment. This definitely wasn't it. "Winterfell is your birth-right, I am not going to let the Bolton´s have it. They betrayed Robb if the stories are correct and where given the North as a reward for it. It cannot stand." Sansa could hear the anger in his voice now. She was so happy right now that she didn't even try to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

Jon looked shocked at seeing her cry. He stood up and started to walk over to her and he looked like he was going to say something, but he was stopped when Sansa rushed over to him and hugged him, she buried her face in his neck. Jon slowly put his arms around her as if he expected someone to reprimand him for touching her. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire, chirping of the dragons and Sansa repeating "Thank you" over and over again in Jon´s ear.

After a while she let him go. She couldn't help but let out a small giggle when she saw his face. She had never seen anyone blush so hard before in her life. She shouldn't laugh, Jon hadn't had the most affection in his life, and very few people had ever hugged him at Winterfell. He probably hadn't gotten used to it.

He cleared his throat. "We should decide on who we should contact. I know some of the lords have declared for the Bolton´s. Like the Karstark´s, Dustin´s and Ryswell´s."

Sansa turned serious again and added. "So have the Umber´s. I heard Ramsey talk about it once. And I know that Smalljon Umber helped him against Stannis." Jon was frowning but he didn't seem all that concerned with this information. "He also said that the Dustin´s and the Ryswell´s didn't send all their cavalry south for Robb, they only sent enough to make sure no one would question them."

That got Jon´s attention if nothing else. "That means that they may have been planning to stab Robb in the back all along." That thought had occurred to Sansa before. "But we need some loyal Northern Lords on our side. We can´t just take Winterfell back with Free folk behind us. We have to show everyone that the North is behind you."

Now Sansa was impressed. Unlike Robb, Jon was thinking about the political fight alongside the actual fighting, the political part of war was just as important as the actual battles. While Robb had been winning every battle, he had lost the war because of that fact.

Sansa bit her lip in worry. "You don't seem very concerned that they have a lot more men than we do even if we get all the other houses. Why is that?"

"It would be better if I showed you." He replayed. "Tonight, I will take you, Tormund and Ser Davos to see why I think we have an advantage in this fight. But you can´t tell anyone. I want it to be a nasty surprise for our enemies."

Sansa couldn't help it. She was a little worried. Could they trust Tormund and Ser Davos. She voiced this to Jon.

"Yes, I think so. Ghost likes them and everyone he likes, I trust." Sansa smiled at that. She wished that she still had Lady with her.

"Do you trust Lady Brienne?" Jon asked after a short silence.

"Yes, she helped me when she didn't have to, and I had no one else. I was almost captured by Ramsey´s hunters when she came and saved me and Theon and brought me here. She also seems to honest to be capable of anything nefarious." She said with a smile.

"Good, then why don't you bring her too." Sansa nodded grateful that Jon was allowing her to bring Brienne.

She was about to ask more when there was a knock on the door. Jon called whoever it was to enter. The man who entered was the dour faced man from yesterday. Jon introduced them. She learned that his name was Eddison Tollet, but he was affectionally referred to as Dolorous Edd.

"Jon we still have to execute the traitors. Shall we do it now." Jon nodded and Edd started to leave the room. Then Jon stopped him.

"Wait Edd," The man stopped and waited for what Jon had to say. "I want you to build gallows on the other side of the wall, we will hang them there." Both Edd and Sansa looked at Jon like he had lost his mind.

"You want to execute them on the other side of the wall? And what if they come back?" Now to was Edd´s turn to get a look from Sansa that said, have you lost your mind too?

"I hope that they do. And if they do, we will take them with us south and show the lords the proof of our words that the Others are returning." Sansa was sure that her mind had stopped working. The Others? Returning? What in the world is going on?

Edd had gone pale, but he left the room with a nod and a promise to see it done.

"Jon, what is going on?" Sansa asked Jon while staring at him with wide eyes. Jon sighed and asked her to sit. Then he proceeded to tell her about the thing that had happened at the wall sense he had arrived here.

Sansa must have sat there in his solar for a long time listening to his impossible tale, but Jon had a way to make the impossible happen. Satin, Jon faithful steward had come with food for them as he as telling her his tale, and Sansa could barely remember the taste of the food she ate, she was so enraptured in his story.

Just after he finished the story, Edd came back and told them it was time and they were ready.

Jon and Sansa stood up to follow Edd back outside, but the little dragons wouldn't have it. They all hurried after Jon and made screeching sounds. They apparently didn't want to be left behind. Ghost used the opportunity to leave the room and go outside.

Jon stared down at the little dragons and they stared right back up at him. Then Jon sighed and said a quiet "Fine." Sansa couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. Jon looked like a tried father at this moment.

JON

Even though Jon hadn't slept at all the entre night he wasn't that tried. He was walking along side Sansa, as they made their way to the gate to the other side of the wall. Edd came and told him that the traitors were waiting on the other side along with a lot of the Black brothers that wanted to see them pay for their crime.

Jon really hoped that it would work. Executing them on the North side of the wall, if they had proof of the dead rising it would be much easier to get the Lords of Westeros to help the Nights Watch defeat the Night King and his armies.

They arrived at the gate. Ghost was impatiently waiting for them at the gate. It was like he was in a hurry to get to the other side of the wall.

His dragons were hurrying the best they could after him, like ducklings after their mother. They couldn't fly yet, but Jon was sure that in a few days they would be soaring in the sky. Where they belonged.

The gate was opened, and they went down the tunnel. It was as cold as in an ice dragon´s belly. He looked behind him at the dragons to make sure that they were alright. They didn't seem bothered by the cold at all.

Sansa on the other hand looked like she was freezing. Jon hurriedly took of his cloak and put it around her shoulders without a word. She tried to protest but Jon just smiled at her and shook his head. She looked down but Jon was sure that he had seen her smile just a little. That made something in his chest swell at the thought.

They made it to the other side of the wall and when they got out, Ghost ran as fast as his feet could carry him. He disappeared into the forest, but Jon wasn't worried. Ghost would come back if he needed him.

"Where is Ghost going?" Sansa looked worried.

"He will be back soon he always comes back."

They walked up to where the gallows had been put up. The four traitors were already with their head in the nooses and all Jon needed to do was to cut the rope. Then they would drop to their deaths. They had been told of Jon´s return to the land of the living but seeing their reaction was priceless. They looked even more shocked at the dragons that followed Jon around.

But Jon had a duty to perform. He listened to their last words, which Bowen Marsh was bumbling about how Jon shouldn't be alive, Wick Wittlestick wanted his family to believe that he had died fighting the free folk, Olly was silent, but it was Ser Alister Thorne that surprised Jon most. He had expected a long speech about how he would do it again if he could, but the man just stared at Jon´s dragons. Then it hit Jon. Ser Alister had been a Targaryen supporter in the past, it must kill him that Ned Stark bastard had four dragons now, when he was sure that Thorne had nothing to say he cut the rope, and they fell to their deaths.

Jon stepped back down from the gallows and watched them swig there for a while. Sansa stepped to his side and linked their arms together and the dragons gathered around his feet and started to playfully snap at each other. For a moment everything was peaceful, but then the bodies of Jon´s murderers came back to life and started to screech and try to reach them.

Sansa grabbed his arm with both her hand and gasped in shock. She was pressing her body against his arm and he could feel the heat radiating of her. Jon pushed away the thought and ordered the bodies cut down and put in the ice cell for preservation.

With some difficulty the black brothers managed it, without any injury. Just as Sansa and Jon were about to leave, Ghost came trotting back.

He had something in his mouth. It was small, grey and furry. Ghost brought it to them, and he seemed to be handing it to Sansa. It took Jon a moment to realize what it was.

Chapter 881 - father of dragons (GOT) chp 1- 5