Rivers of Fire and Blood

Jon XI

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Ice and Fire Novels, Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon TV shows. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters. I do not earn any money from writing these stories, it is for my entertainment and is something I like to share.

Jon was initially wrecked with guilt. He felt he knew what was needed, call it an instinct, or maybe Drogon was able to communicate somehow, he didn't know, but he just knew. He wasn't immune to fire, but Drogon's flames wouldn't hurt him, Drogon wouldn't breathe fire on him if it did. The idea of his sisters being beside him was twofold. One to prevent them from doing what he was going to do with Drogon and the second was as a show of power and solidarity. He knew the symbolism of Aegon and his two sister wives, except this time it was Aegon, his sister and his wife. What he hadn't factored in was that they were both pregnant and how the blood and fire magic might affect them. Neither would blame him as he didn't know, and he knew Sansa wasn't aware she was even with child, and Arya had only just gone into battle, so she couldn't have known. Drogon clearly knew about the pregnancies and didn't mind them being sacrificed for the eggs, he clearly didn't think Jon would either, but Drogon was wrong. Jon was not only feeling guilty about what he'd done, he was angry with his dragon. Whether the dragon had been trying to placate Jon by telling him that the eggs would help heal the pain, was the only reason he had not gone down to the crypts to have it out with the dragon, well that and needing to be at Sansa's side. The anger and guilt somewhat abated once she held the egg and instantly felt better. When Sansa invited him to join her and the egg in bed, he subsequently agreed and as he clambered under the furs, a sense of calm and warmth took over and he, along with Sansa, fell asleep immediately.

A tapping noise disturbed Jon from his sleep, he didn't want to open his eyes as he was comfortable and warm, but the tapping noise was becoming annoying. He blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes and squinted at the daylight as the world came into focus. He looked across the bed and Sansa was staring right back at him, except she wasn't. Her eyes were white, as if they'd turned into the back of her head, it was something he'd seen before with Horan and others, she was warging. Although Jon had never considered Sansa to be a warg, it shouldn't have come as a surprise, Bran was, he had warged himself a few times, he'd even warged into Drogon when they first met, but Sansa never showed any signs of magic or mystical properties. Just has he was wondering what she was warging into, the tapping noise started again. Jon looked down at the egg between them and saw it hatching. He smiled, suspecting Sansa had warged into the baby dragon and was helping it escape it's home and to venture out into the world.

"Come on, give it a kick with your feet." Jon whispered, encouraging the baby dragon, who may or may not be Sansa. He looked up at Sansa who hadn't flinched, which made him even more convinced she was inside the dragon, especially as the tapping was louder and more forceful. Jon rested his head on his hand to watch, fascinated to be witnessing such an emotional and rare event. Eventually a foot broke through the shell of the egg, and moments later another one appeared, which must have made the shell much easier to break as it began to crack all over. Finally a small body emerged from the shell, which had crumbled all over the bed. The baby dragon had a bright blue body with silver wings and underbelly, and was extremely cute.

"Hello little one. Can Sansa wake up now?" he asked as he tickled the chin of the baby dragon, which rubbed it's head into his hand and squealed happily. Jon looked up to Sansa. "Wake up Sansa." he said gently as she blinked and her blue eyes returned to normal, albeit with a very confused look on her face.

"Did you just tickle my..." Sansa started then stopped when she saw the baby dragon. She looked up at Jon with tears in her eyes as the baby dragon crawled up to her face and sniffed the tears. "She's beautiful." Sansa laughed at the baby dragon's actions.