Silver Stag

Return To Winterfell

[Winterfell]

As Jon and his army rode into Winterfell, they were greeted by the sight of the castle's high walls. Jon felt a sense of relief wash over him as he realized that they had made it back to the safety of their stronghold. But as they approached the castle gates, a figure emerged from the shadows, her long silver hair billowing behind her like a cloud. It was Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons, and she looked none too pleased.

"So, you're back," she said, her voice cool and measured. "I see you've brought your Wildling army with you. I trust they've been well-behaved?"

Jon feigned ignorance. "What do you mean, my queen?" he asked, his voice innocent.

Daenerys narrowed her eyes. "I've received reports of your army attacking my food supplies as you made your way here. I must say, I'm disappointed. I had hoped for better from you, Jon Snow."

He had known this would be a possibility, but he had hoped to avoid it. "I assure you, my queen, my army has not attacked any of your supplies. We have been fighting the White Walkers and the wights they've raised. We have no reason to attack your supplies."

Daenerys narrowed her eyes. "I will not be fooled by your empty words, Jon Snow. You have been taking food from the mouths of my people, and I will not stand for it."

Just as the situation was about to escalate, a loud roar echoed through the courtyard, followed by the sound of dragon wings beating the air. Daemon Targaryen, Daenerys' brother, and his wife, Aelinor, had arrived on their dragons, Loki and Freya.

"Ah, Jon Snow," Daemon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I see you've finally returned to Winterfell. I'm sure my sister has been waiting for you with bated breath."

Aelinor dismounted her dragon, her long silver hair cascading down her back like a river of sunlight. "Daenerys, please do not be too hard on Jon. We are guests."

Daenerys' expression softened slightly, but only slightly. "Thank you, Aelinor. But I will not forget this, Jon Snow. You will make it up to me, I assure you."

But before Jon could respond, Aelinor spoke up. "Daenerys, we must speak with Jon alone. He is not the one responsible for the attacks on our food sources."

Daenerys looked skeptical, but she eventually relented, allowing Jon and Aelinor to speak in private.

"What do you mean, Aelinor?" Jon asked, his brow furrowed. "I have done nothing to harm your lands."

"I know, Jon," Aelinor replied, her voice soft. "But Daenerys is under a great deal of stress. She believes that you and your army have been attacking her food sources to weaken her hold on the North."

Jon shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. We have been fighting the Night King and his army of the dead. We have not had time to attack anyone else."

Aelinor nodded. "I know. But Daenerys is desperate to maintain her power and control over the Seven Kingdoms. She will stop at nothing to ensure her reign continues."

Jon sighed. "I understand. But I assure you, we have not been attacking your lands. We have been fighting for our very survival."

Aelinor smiled. "I believe you, Jon. And I will speak to Daenerys, to try and reason with her."

As Aelinor flew off on Freya's back, Jon couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He knew that Daenerys was a powerful and ruthless queen, but he also knew that she was not the only one with power in the Seven Kingdoms. And with Aelinor's help, he hoped to find a way to end the conflict between them before it was too late.

Daemon mounted his dragon and took off after his wife.

His silver hair was blowing in the wind as he leaned forward in the saddle, his eyes fixed on a nearby mountain. His dragon, Loki, was a majestic creature with scales a mixture of dark green, and black, as dark as night, and wings that stretched wide enough to block out the sun.

His wife's silver hair streamed behind her as she sat astride Freya, a dragon with scales as gold as the armour of the Kingsguards and eyes that shone like the fire she spewed.

Daemon and Aelinor rode their dragons through the rolling hills and verdant forests of the North, searching for a suitable cave for their dragons to rest. The wind whipped through their hair as they soared over the landscape, their dragons roaring with excitement.

"Look, my love!" Aelinor called out, pointing to a towering cliff face in the distance. "That cave looks perfect!"

Daemon squinted, his eyes narrowing as he studied the entrance. "Aye, it does indeed. Let us land and take a look inside."

They flew towards the cave, their dragons beating their wings hard to slow their descent. As they landed, the sound of rushing water echoed through the cavern, and they could see a sparkling stream running through the center of the cave.

"This is it," Daemon declared, dismounting his dragon and approaching the entrance. "Our dragons will love it here."

Aelinor nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "And so will we. We can make this our own little sanctuary, away from the hustle and bustle of Winterfell."

Together, they stepped into the cave, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they explored the depths of the cavern. They found a large chamber with a high ceiling, and the sound of the waterfall created a soothing background noise that seemed to lull their dragons into a state of tranquility.

"This is truly a magical place," Aelinor breathed, her hand resting on Daemon's shoulder. "We are blessed to have found it."

Daemon wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. "We are indeed, my love. This is our little piece of heaven, hidden away in the North."

And with that, they knew that they had found their sanctuary, a place where they and their dragons could rest and rejuvenate, away from the turmoil of the world outside.

[Winterfell - Great Hall]

In Winterfell's Great Hall, the tension was palpable as Davos brought up the idea of the marriage pact between Jon and Daenerys. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Tyrion, the one who could potentially make the final decision.

"We will only agree to this marriage if Jon can prove his Targaryen heritage," Tyrion said, his voice firm but measured.

Davos looked over at Jon, before turning back to Tyrion. "The King In The North is an honourable man. Surely you are not suggesting he is attempting to deceive your Queen. He has no reason to lie."

Tyrion, witty as evrr, smirked at Davos's words. "Ah, but where's the fun in that? We can't just have a dull, straightforward proof of lineage. No, no. We must make it more...interesting." He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I propose a challenge. Jon must bond with Rhaegal, the dragon. If he can tame the beast and prove his worth, then and only then will we agree to the marriage."

The room fell silent, the weight of Tyrion's words hanging heavy in the air.

Jon, seated at the head of the table, looked taken aback, but determined. He knew that this was a challenge he could not resist.

As the night wore on, Jon knew that he had a decision to make: to risk his life and prove his Targaryen heritage, or to refuse and risk losing the chance at peace and unity for the realm.

The fate of the Seven Kingdoms hung in the balance, and Jon knew that whatever he chose, the consequences would be dire.

"I accept," he says, his voice firm. "I will prove my worth to Daenerys and to the realm."

And with that, the game was on. The fate of the Seven Kingdoms hangs in the balance, as Jon Snow prepares to face the greatest challenge of his lifr: taming the fierce dragon Rhaegal, and winning the allegiance of the Mother of Dragons.