Nyctophilia|Game of Thrones

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The next morning, Joanna stood in the courtyard saying goodbye to her children. Jon watched her carefully as everyone else was already on their horses ready to go. They only waited for Joanna.

"She looks like a boy I've taken in and raised." Tormund told Jon pulling the man's attention "her attitude... she reminds me a lot of him." He continued

"What is his name?" Jon asked in pure shock and confusion

"Daemon..." Tormund answered

"What is his family name?" Jon asked again

"He told us Hill but I could tell he was lying about that," Tormund spoke with a smile as he thought about the boy he'd grown to love as a son.

"On his left arm. Does he have a scare? One resembling being burned?" He asked and Tormund's head snapped toward him

"How did you...?" Tormund trailed

"Aemond Baratheon-Lannister goes by Deamon. Twin brother to Joanna Lannister" Jon told the man whose eyes widened in disbelief

The two turned to look over at Joanna who had just gotten on her horse. "What is it?" She asked the two who looked at her

"Nothing." They quickly said looking away as their horses moved forward

"Greywind... they are hiding something. Try and find out what it is." Joanna whispered to her Direwolf who then moved to walk in between Tormund and Jon.

"He isn't dead? How is that possible? He died in Joannas arms." Jon told the man after a moment

"He told me he hated his family and ran away," Tormund explained

"Hated his family? He loved Joanna. His uncle Lucion. His father Jamie." Jon replied in confusion

"He told us he was heir to lands that were stolen from him by his sister. Three sets of lands he was meant to inherit, were stolen." Tormund told the man

"I didn't steal anything!" Joanna loudly spoke riding up beside them as Greywind moved towards her. "Good job Greywind." She told the Direwolf as she gave him a small treat. "He didn't want anything. So they passed to me." Joanna explained looking back at the two men.

"Joanna..." Jon whispered

"Daemon is alive. I had a feeling he was but I didn't want to believe it. Now you tell me he left because he hated me. I hope he is alive when we get there. So I can kill him myself." Joanna finished before quickly moving ahead of the group.

"You don't think she'd kill him... do you?" Tormund asked in complete worry over the boy.

"It's Joanna... I'm not sure what she'd do." Jon softly replied looking over at the girl.

Joanna fought her tears as her horse continued to move forward. However, as she fought her tears and stayed awake, she allowed her mind to wander to Daemon Targaryen.

"What is it?" He asked once she was around

"My brother, Daemon, he's alive. He faked his death because he hates me."  Joanna whispered looking down

"Hate you? How could anyone hate you?" He asked feeding her ego that brought out the worst parts of her.

"You aren't helping Daemon," Joanna spoke with a broken tone

"Come here, my sweet love," Daemon said walking up to her as they hugged one another. "You are beautiful. Strong. Kind. Caring. Yes, you may be mean and cruel and demanding and defensive but with every bad thing you are, there are three good things to each of them." He whispered running his hand through her long golden and black hair.