˚･ﾟ✧ 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 ˚･ﾟ✧
' a targaryen and a stark love drunk
on one another. what could go wrong? '
˚･ﾟ✧ ⸻ in which rhaenerys targaryen and robb stark find themselves enchanted with one another
Started: 8.29.22
Finished: 7.2.25
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JON SNOW WAS HER BROTHER. HE WAS HER TWIN BROTHER AND RHAENERYS did not know to feel about it. Mostly she was just shocked, completely taken off guard when Ned Stark had revealed the truth that he had been hiding for so long.
A secret that had destroyed him, he told both her and Jon. A secret he kept to protect his little sister even after death.
But now it was out-and both Rhaenerys and Jon were left to mull it over as Ned left them alone to finally tell his own wife the truth.
Rhaenerys did not know what to say. And neither did Jon. The two kept looking at each other, wanting to speak, but each time they did nothing would come out.
It was like they were literally stunned into silence, until Jon finally had a coherent thought and decided to speak it.
"I suppose we do look somewhat alike," The boy joked, easing into a conversation with humor. A small smile tugged at his lips as he finally faced Rhaenerys, a similar expression ghosted over her lips.
"Yes. I suppose we do," Rhaenerys mused.
Jon chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck as he took a cautious step closer to her. "Seven hells," He murmured, glancing at the ocean as if it might offer him answers. "All this time, and I thought I was just the unwanted bastard of a Northern Lord. Turns out, I'm..." He took a deep breath as if afraid to say the words. "A prince."
Rhaenerys didn't say anything at first. She just studied him, eyes wide but soft, her brown hair catching the dying light like spun moonlight.
In hindsight, she supposed that she did see the similarities. Jon looked a lot like her-same nose, same full lips, same distant look in his eye whenever he was thinking intensely about something.
The only real difference between them was their upbringing.
Jon had been brought up as a wolf, Rhaenerys a dragon. It was evident in the way that they carried himself, Jon stiff, quiet, and cold.
Rhaenerys had always been the opposite. She was loose, warm, impulsive.
In Ned's story, her mother had described her as fire and blood, and she had been right.
Rhaenerys was a true dragon...
But so was Jon.
"Not just a prince," Rhaenerys muttered eventually, finally averting her eyes. "My brother."
The word felt strange on her tongue. Foreign. Yet somehow, there was a deep, unexplainable warmth in it.
Jon's eyes flicked to hers, an unreadable look in his eye. "What was it like?" He asked curiously, "Your life, I mean. Growing up? I want to know what it would have been like if we stayed together. If I had just been born before Ser Barris left."
