Arisen

Jaehaerys XII

Jon didn't know what to think or feel when he saw her again. Remembering how she had betrayed him massively and her actions confirming how she had tried to move the pieces so she would end up on top, not caring about anyone else in the family. As long as she got what she wanted, she was happy. But he had ruined this for her, and had managed to turn it in his favour and successfully bring the North fully into the fold again even if it was met with a lot of contention at first. He wasn't stupid, he knew some people were still wary of his wife, but they trusted him, and as a result of this they trusted her too. They are trying to rule differently to how others have where the small folk were an afterthought and not being treated as similarly to the high Lord's and Ladies.

But the moment he had saw Sansa's eyes light up and tears brimming deep within when she spotted Catelyn and Robb for the first time since she had left for Kings Landing when she was three and ten, he saw his little sister again. The one who was very family orientated, who would go around making pieces of clothing for them all. Granted, she only did so with him until she was old enough to grasp what bastard meant, but he remembered those days. Where they would eat all the lemon cakes the cooks made and to the numerous pranks they pulled on one another before everything came crashing down on them. Just seeing her now, curled into her mothers lap and showing no intentions of letting go of her, he felt like a child again yearning to know about his own mother. He would never admit it aloud, but there were times he wished Catelyn would at least treat him with some shred of respect when he was a child.

He'd thought he'd put it all behind him now, but now that he knew she was alive, it all came to the forefront of it all. Only being brought out of it as Sansa had called both he and his wife out on his stubborn tendencies. Stiffening ever so slightly but with her wearing a cocky smirk which confirmed she had only been japing with him. When was the last time she had done so? His eyes darted to Robb now who was looking to her with a look of complete shock, clearly not knowing what to say. Then to the way their mother was sobbing quietly, cheeks overrun with hot salty tears. Robb opened his mouth about to say something but he closed it a moment later, not knowing if it would be rude of him to do so or not. He suspected what he was about to say, remembering their talk a few days prior in the middle of the night when neither could sleep.

"Now I'm thinking of it, where is that black dread of yours? Haven't seen him once and he's not easy to miss."

His eyebrows creased a little at this because that was a good point. He hadn't seen Drogon for a few days either and he was definitely not hard to miss with his black and red scales, bright red wings, and massive size. Rhaegal was large, but he looked like a baby compared to his brother. His wife shrugged a little to confirm she didn't know either, and he spotted the previous prisoners looking to her quizzically.

"Drogon is a free spirit. He does what he wants when he wants. But he's never harmed anyone that wasn't an enemy- at least, not on purpose. Last I saw he was heading south somewhere, probably likes the Dornish climate better as it's much like Essos."

If he himself didn't know what it was like to experience a bond, he would've wondered where this thought process came from. But he could feel the heat deep within alongside thoughts connecting with his own dragon. He knew he was somewhere on the island, and if the heat was anything to go by likely in his nest within the volcano. Her words did little to calm the others. Most had been atop one of them now one way or another, but knowing one was scouring the continent free was something else. Jon noticing a thick Pentoshi accent escaping her with these words. It had become a mix of all the places she had lived, but it predominantly lay towards a Meereenese and a Pentoshi one. Something she wouldn't have if she hadn't been chased by assassins since she was days old.

"Who is still alive? I think that's something we'll need to know."

The sharp quiet that escaped at these words confirmed to the two who hadn't witnessed everything that had happened, understanding how serious it was. He glanced to Dany for a moment before nodding, confirming she thought it was best to just tell them straight out the situation they are in. Whilst they are leaps ahead of where they were, they still had an awful lot of work to do.