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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 6

SANSA

She had just finished the last of the letter. Sansa handed it to Satin who seemed so happy to help her. She had grown to like the former prostitute. They had only known each other for a couple of hours but they got along famously. She was also happy that he hadn't taken his vows and would be coming with her and Jon south.

She looked at the small direwolf in her lap. The pup was dark grey and very small. But Sansa was already half in love with the little wolf. They had identified the pup as a female. She was sick and malnourished, and Sansa would be nursing her to health as they went on the road to meet the Northern lords, but she had a feeling that the little wolf would be just fine with time. Sansa knew that she wouldn't be replacing Lady, but Sansa knew that she would love this one just as much. Sansa even loved Ghost even more for finding the pup for her. He must have known how much she missed Lady and had gone and gotten her a pup.

Sansa was sitting in Jon´s solar. He had been kind enough to give her free reign there. Jon had left the dragons in the solar with her, while he had gone to see if he could find the little direwolfs´s mother. He had told her that she should write to all the Lords that they had discussed. They both knew that it was more effective for her to write the letter that it was for him. She was Eddard Stark´s trueborn daughter and her was his bastard. But she had her doubts about that.

With every minute that passed, she grew more and more certain that Jon was the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Her Lord father had never really talked about his sister. He had only said that Lyanna had been very much alike Arya, in appearance and character.

But if Lyanna had been so alike Arya in character, she would never have been dragged off without a fight. Arya would have killed anyone that had tried to kidnap her. So, it stood to reason that Lyanna would have done the same. So, how could she have been kidnapped and raped? Perhaps she hadn't been. Maybe she went willingly with the prince of Dragonstone.

All agreed that he had been handsome and charming. Maybe they had fallen in love and gotten married. But he was already married to Elia Martell. But she couldn't have any more children. Maybe he set her aside, or just married Lyanna even though he was already married to Elia. It wouldn't bet the first time a Targaryen had married two women. There were even Targaryen´s that had married more than two women.

But this was not the time for her to go down that rabbit hole. She would wait until she could meet Howland Reed to confirm or deny her theories.

Sansa looked up as someone knocked on the door. Jon walked in looking grim. His dragons came crawling to him immediately. They were all fighting for his attentions, but Jon quickly shushed them. They stopped immediately and stared up at him. Jon stared back for a little while and then gave them a smile. He knelt down and started to pet them gently.

She smiled at seeing the hard and ruff Northern warrior treating the little creatures so gently. "Have you come up with names for them?" She asked him, effectively bringing him out of his thoughts.

Jon nodded. "I think so, I remember that I read a book on Old Valyria when I was a child and I remember reading about their gods. I found some names that I really like." He suddenly turned shy.

"Well what are they?" She had a hard time keeping the excitement out of her voice.

He walked over to the desk and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. "Well, I named the Red one Charon, the Green and silver one is Oberon, the blue and bronze one is Sycorax and the silver one with the golden streaks is Umbriel."

"I like those names. I think they fit them." Then Sansa remembered something. "Didn't Aegon and his sisters also name their dragons after Valyrian gods?"

Jon shook his head. "They were named after Valyrian gods but Aegon and his sisters didn't name them. The dragons were too old for them to have named them. Balerion was hatched in Valyria before the doom and Vhaegar was hatched on Dragonstone fifty years before the conquest and he was the youngest of the three." Sansa raised her eyebrows.

"I had forgotten how much you liked to read when we were children." She smiled fondly at him. Jon turned a little red and cleared his throat.

"Yes, Robb and Theon, well more Theon than Robb, were always teasing me about that. I remember that for a long time Theon called me maester Snow." Sansa remembered that too.

"Did you find the direwolf?" She really wanted to know if a direwolf mother was missing her pup.

"Yes, we found her, she had been dead for a few hours when Ghost had found her." Sansa could feel her heart sink at that.

"Where there any other pups?"

Jon shook his head. "No, this one was the only one." He stopped talking for but a moment, then he changed the subject.

"But there is a reason I am disturbing you." Sansa was about to protest that he wasn't disturbing anything, but Jon continued. "We got a letter from Ramsey Bolton, and there is another letter here for you." Sansa felt her insides freeze at the name of the Bolton bastard. Anything that had to do with him couldn't be good.

Jon handed her the letter. She opened it with shaking hand. The longer she read, she could feel bile rise up in her throat. When she finished the letter the only thought she had was: He has Rickon.

That monster had gotten his hands on her little brother. They had to save Rickon. He was just a little boy. She didn't realize that her breathing had gotten faster, and she was sobbing. Then she felt Jon wrap his arms around her. she didn't know how long they stayed like that, but eventually her tears dried up and Jon knelt down in front of her.

"Sansa, he is never getting his hands on you again and we are going to save Rickon." She was looking into his Valyrian steel grey eyes and she wanted more than anything to believe him. But she didn't see how they could save Rickon.

"Sansa, you know him better than anyone. Is there anything you can tell me about him? Anything at all, even though it may not seem relevant right now, it may help later." Sansa nodded. She was glad that Jon was asking her opinion. It made her feel appreciated.

"He is very cruel, and he is cunning. But he is also short sighted. He likes to manipulate people and he is very good at it. He hates that he was born a bastard and if anyone calls him Snow, he gets really angry. He also likes to hunt women for sport. He has often threatened me that he would like to hunt me." All the time Sansa was speaking, she was staring into her lap. She didn't dare to look at Jon. She knew that he wouldn't judge her for what had happened to her, but she didn't want him to think that she was a weak little girl.

Every time she thought of her time in the hands of the Bolton´s she felt bile rise in her throat and shame in her heart. Logically she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, but it was a feeling that haunted her like an ever-present shadow or a ghost that kept whispering in her ear that she was weak, and no one would love her.

Jon brought her out of her thoughts by taking her hand into his own. "Thank you for telling me, Sansa. I know that it must have been hard. We will win and when we do, Ramsay Snow will die." The smile Sansa gave him was watery and she couldn't help herself, she let out a small laugh. She liked that Jon called Ramsay a Snow, now that he knew that Ramsay hated it.

Sansa looked at the other letter that Jon had brought her. when she saw the sigil, she groaned. She really didn't want to have to deal with Littlefinger now, or ever.

"What?" Jon was looking at her with a worried look in his eyes, as she read the letter. "What is it?"

"Littlefinger wants to meet me." Sansa replayed. She had grown really tried at reading the letter from Petyr Baelish. "I don't want to go, but I think that I have to. We don't what him to try to help Ramsay."

"You think that he would?" Sansa nodded at that.

"I wouldn't put anything past Littlefinger. He is capable of anything." She could see that Jon didn't like the fact she was going to see the man. But Sansa loved him for not trying to forbid her from doing it. There were so many men that would have, but Jon didn't. She knew that he respected her enough to make her own decisions.

"Please promise me that you will be careful and that you will take Brienne with you."

"Yes, of course I will take Brienne with me, and yes I will promise to be careful." She was rewarded with a brilliant smile.

JON

Jon had been sitting on the floor in his solar for a few hours. He was very worried about Sansa meeting Petyr Baelish. Janos Slynt had said more than enough about him before his death to try to escape the beheading. Slynt had told him how Littlefinger had betrayed Eddard Stark to the Queen. Sansa hadn't been shocked to hear those news.

Jon looked at the small direwolf pup in his arms. Sansa had left the little she-wolf with Jon while she when to see what Baelish wanted. The wolf was too small and sick to survive the journey on her own feet and it was better to leave her with Jon.

His little dragons seemed to have taken a shine to the direwolfs. Charon, Umbriel and Sycorax like to use Ghost as something to climb on and play the king of the mountain. Oberon was much calmer and sweeter that the other dragons and like to snuggle into the large direwolf´s fur.

Even though Jon knew that Ghost was incredibly even tempered, he was surprised at how calm and patient the white wolf was.

At this moment Umbriel was the king of Ghost mountain and was giving loud screeching noises in victory.

Jon snorted at the sight, as he petted the direwolf in his lap. He had decided not to interfere with the dragons while they were playing, but let Ghost decide when he had enough. While Jon was watching the dragons, the door was opened.

Sansa had come back. She looked really irritated and she was frowning. He didn't like it when she frowned. He always wanted to see her smile and laugh, but Jon rarely got what he wanted. He decided to wait until she told him what was wrong. It was never a good idea to start questioning a person who was upset, better to wait until they are ready.

Sansa walked over to Jon and took her little direwolf pup into her arms and sat down beside him. Now that his lap was unoccupied Oberon came and climbed on to his lap to make himself comfortable. They stayed like this for a while, in comfortable silence. Then Sansa spoke. "He said that he didn't know what Ramsay was." Jon turned his head to her and waited for her to continue. "He is lying, I am certain of it. He also said that he has the Knights of the Vale at Moat Cailin, I only have to say the word and they will come running to help me retake Winterfell."

Jon was silent for a while before he spoke. "As useful as the Knights of the Vale are, I don't think we should use them if they come with Petyr Baelish. The north cannot afford to be in his debt."

Sansa nodded. "That was what I was thinking, but how can we win without them? Even if we get all the lords that have not declared for Ramsay, we are still too few." Jon looked outside, it was starting to get dark, now was as good time as any to go for a ride and show Sansa, Ser Davos and Tormund his other dragons.

Jon picked Oberon from his lap and put him with the others. He then ordered Ghost to watch them and keep them save until he came back. He knew that the direwolf would guard them with his life if he had to. He beckoned Sansa outside, and she left her little direwolf with the white wolf. They found Brienne and Podrick outside his solar and they followed Jon and Sansa.

They meet Tormund and Ser Davos in the courtyard. Tormund started to give the lady knight some disturbing looks, that he most likely thought were charming the woman. But in reality, Jon had never seen a person look so uncomfortable. Jon told the men to saddle their horses so they could go. The ride took an hour like the one Jon had taken before. He was just as excided to meet Rhaegal and Viserion again as he had been the first time. Jon dismounted at the same spot as before and the others followed. Then he turned to them. "Alright, before we continue, I need all of you not to panic or grab any weapons when we meet them. They will not harm you while I am there." He was certain that it was the truth, or he would never have brought Sansa with them.

"Jon what is going on?" Jon could hear the nervousness in Sansa´s voice. She looked at him with those big blue eyes. He took her hand and lead her forward, then he whispered to her so the other couldn't hear. "Don't worry I would never let them hurt you." She gave him a look at that but did nothing but follow beside him after he said that. Soon they came to the clearing and when they entered, he heard the collective gasps.

Sansa had unconsciously moved closer to him and was now griping tightly onto his arm with both of her hands. Lady Brienne had to stop herself from gripping the hilt of her sword, Tormund stood there staring along side Ser Davos and young Podrick fell on his ass in surprise. They were all staring open mouthed at the two large dragons, that Jon was sure that were preening at the attention. They liked to be admired.

Rhaegal stepped slowly forward to show that he wasn't a threat. Jon raised his hand and let it meet the emerald dragon´s snout. The dragon gave a purr like sound at the touch. Viserion decided to come and get his petting to. He approached slowly like his brother and then he gave Sansa a sniff and gave her a begging look. The pale dragon wanted her to pet him.

Sansa looked at Jon with wide eyes and Jon gave her an encouraging look. She took one of her hands from Jon´s arm and very slowly reached for the large pale dragon. The same purring sound came from Viserion as Sansa gave him a rub on his snout. The fear had gone from Sansa´s eyes, and when she looked up at Jon, her eyes only held wonder and hope.

The others had gathered up their courage and had approached them, but they didn't seem to want to get too close to the large fire-breathing dragons.

"Where did they come from Jon?" Sansa´s voice held steady despite the shock of Jon presenting them with Rhaegal and Viserion.

"They are two of the three dragons Daenerys Targaryen hatched in Essos." He replayed. Sansa frowned and Jon could see her mind working overtime to make sense of this information. He decided to continue and introduce them. "The green and bronze one is Rhaegal and the cream and gold one is Viserion. She named them after her dead brothers."

"The last I heard of Daenerys Targaryen, is that she was in Qarth, with three small dragons, looking for an army." Sansa said and Jon nodded. He knew very well that Daenerys had been in Qarth looking for help to take the Iron throne.

"She was in Qarth for a time and then she headed to Astapor to buy an army of Unsullied. She bought them with her black dragon, and then she ordered him to start burning the slave masters and ordered the Unsullied to start freeing the slaves and killing the masters. Then she headed to Yunkai. She sacked the city and freed the slaves and after that she headed to Meereen. She took up rule there and after a short time she locked Rhaegal and Viserion under one of the pyramids, until they managed to escape, and they came here."

When he finished talking everyone was looking at him like he had grown a small extra head on his shoulder.

"How do you know all this? The spymasters of King´s Landing only had just found out that she was in Qarth when I escaped." He could hear the surprise in Sansa´s voice as she spoke.

"Did you ever have dreams of Lady, before she died?" He really hoped she did, it would make things easier to explain if she had gotten those dreams.

Sansa nodded her head. "I used to dream I was her, a handful of times before she died." Jon nodded feeling relived. This would make things easier to explain.

"I have those dreams about Ghost too, after having them for a while, I started to actively try to control them and soon I could enter Ghost´s mind at will, now I don't even have to enter his mind to control him. All I have to do is think about I want him too and he does it."

"Harhar, So, you are a skinchanger. I thought you had a usually good control over the wolf. But even this amount of control is a lot more that what I have heard of from other skinchangers." He had almost forgotten Tormund and the others as he had been explaining warging to Sansa.

Sansa looked up at Jon again, she was clearly waiting for him to continue with his explanation. Jon cleared his throat and continued.

"Ever since Rhaegal hatched in the Red waste, I have been warging into him and seeing everything that goes on around him." That statement was meet with silence and as it stretched onward, Jon started to fear that this was getting to crazy for anyone to handle. The warg into a dragon on the other side of the world was strange to say the least. He didn't think he could handle it if Sansa rejected him now.

Rhaegal, sensing his mood stepped even closer to him and put is snout gently against him in attempt to comfort him. He also made a cooing sound that sounded very out of place for such a large and fearsome creature.

"Jon, I think you and I need to talk to Howland Reed." Everyone was now looking at Sansa like she had grown the extra head. What did the lord of Greywater watch have to do with warging into dragons on the other side of the world?

Before anyone could ask her that she continued. "I think father may not have told us the truth." That was not what Jon had been expecting her to say. Ned Stark was famous for telling the truth, even if it almost destroyed his marriage. "I think your father may have been Rhaegar Targaryen." Jon could hear the gasps from Ser Davos, Brienne and Podrick. He wasn't surprised not to hear anything from Tormund, since Jon doubted that the man knew how he was.

But Jon´s mind had stopped working, he knew logically that the Targaryen´s were the only one´s after the doom to tame and ride dragons, the few exceptions were children of Targaryen mothers or bastards had managed to ride dragons. But to hear that Sansa thought he might be the son of Rhaegar Targaryen war unthinkable. That meant that his mother had to be Lyanna Stark. There were no other possibilities, Jon knew that Ned Stark loved his sister and would have done anything for her, as Jon would do for his sisters. So, would it be outside the realm of possibilities that Eddard had lied about Jon being his bastard to protect him from Robert´s wrath. Now that Jon really thought about it, Ned Stark had never called Jon his son, he had always called him his blood. Jon having Targaryen blood would explain all the dragons Jon had gathered around him in such a short time, and it explained why he could warg into Rhaegal, when he had been on the other side of the world.

He couldn't help it. He felt a little betrayed by Ned Stark if I were true. Jon had always wanted to know how his mother was, but as far as Jon knew, the man had taken the secret to his grave. Jon knew that Ned had been trying to protect him if it was true. But he could at least told Jon before he took the black. All he had ever wanted to know who his mother was, so what was the harm in Jon knowing. Did the man honestly think that Jon would want to go and avenge a man he didn't even now.

Then it struck Jon, it came to him of how easily he started to think that his parents were Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark instead of Ned Stark and an unknown woman. Maybe it was because of the dragons, maybe it was because of Ned Stark had never called him his son and because of how he had always just said that Jon was his blood. Then another thought entered his head. Rhaegar Targaryen was said to have kidnapped Lyanna and raped her. Was he a bastard born of rape?

It was like Sansa could see all his thoughts start to spiral out of control. She grabbed his hands in hers and looked him in the eyes. "Jon if this is true, that doesn't make you any less of a Stark to me. And maybe none of this is true and you really are the son of Ned Stark." He could hear it in hear voice that he doubted the last part.

Jon gave a dry chuckle. "That wouldn't explain the dragons." He could see that Sansa was about to said something else but before she could Davos interrupted.

"If I may, there were rumors during the Rebellion and a little after it was over, that the Lady Lyanna hadn't been kidnapped." That got Jon´s attentions. "There were even some who said that they were in love and that princess Elia had approved of Rhaegar marrying the Lady Lyanna. But not long after Robert took the throne they stopped, most of us stopped thinking of them because it didn't matter, because Lady Lyanna didn't have a child or so everyone thought."

Jon and Sansa stared open mouthed at the older knight. This was new information to both of them. "We have to talk to lord Howland Reed." Sansa sounded very determined now. Jon agreed with her. He also knew that Lord Reed had been at the tower of Joy with Ned Stark when he had found his sisters body.

"I have already written to him to ask him for help, I think he will, father always trusted him." Jon thought it likely too, Lord Stark had always thought very highly of the Lord of the Greywater watch. "Jon." Sansa said as she looked at the dragons. "I think we can win if they are on our side." She was smiling. He couldn't help but to smile to.

"I think Ramsay´s armies are going to abandon him if they get a glimpse of these two." There was a glint in her eyes as she said that.

"I think I have a better idea." Jon replayed as he gave Rhaegal a rub on his snout.

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