DAGGERS TO THE HEART Part 1 - GAME OF THRONES

Jon II

Jon wasn't the nervous type, not any more. He'd faced too many horrors to feel fear or nerves, yet here he was, standing outside Ned Stark's solar and he was sweating. The thought of using his blood to act with authority over Ned Stark felt uncomfortable. However he'd done it with Lords almost as powerful as his uncle and had never flinched. He simply needed to view Ned Stark as no different to Lord Royce, or any other Lord of the realm. All of which had listened to his own wise counsel.

"Come in." his uncle called out. They filed inside and sat down. "I think it's time you three explained yourselves."

Sansa started. "I'm sure you're wondering why the three of us have been acting... strangely since direwolves arrived." Ned nodded. "All three of us had an experience at the same time, Jon fell off his horse, I was bitten by Rickon and Arya suddenly felt ill and had a terrible cough attack, as you've noticed her voice has been somewhat hoarse ever since."

"I wasn't aware of your plights, but carry on." Ned looked at Sansa and Arya.

"These events seemed to trigger something, a knowledge of the future. One which we've all lived, and died, and returned here I suppose to change."

Jon knew now was the time to take over. "Lord Stark, I know you saw me fight earlier."

"I did."

"Do you think I would be capable of fighting like that without experience of battle?" he asked. Ned lowered his eyes.

"It could be taught, but I haven't seen skills on display like that since..."

"Since the day you found me?" Jon asked, Ned's eyes widened. "Aye, I know all about that and what happened. In quite a lot of detail." Ned suddenly looked uncomfortable, giving Jon confidence. "Before I fell off my horse, I was a King. The last thing to happen to me was falling from a dragon."

Ned huffed. "There are no dragons."

"Not yet, but three will hatch when the red comet comes. Forgive me, I digress. I was not given the title of King for my birthright, although as Rhaegar Targaryen's only surviving trueborn son, it is mine by rights. I was crowned King in the North by the northern Lords for my actions. Lady Sansa and I have been running the north for almost two years before our...deaths. My Lord, I am fully aware that your sister, Lyanna Stark was my mother and Rhaegar Targaryen was my sire. My name is Aegon Targaryen. Am I forgetting anything?"

Ned turned pale. "Anyone could guess that information about you if they thought about it."

"Even my real name?" Jon asked.

"In a few days, you will receive a raven from Kings Landing, telling you of the death of Jon Arryn. King Robert and his entourage will ride for Winterfell requesting you be his hand and for I to be betrothed to Joffrey. The letter will state a fever took him. It is a lie, Lord Baelish and aunt Lysa have conspired to kill him."

"This is madness," Ned shook his head.

"Oh I agree father." Arya said. "I have no idea how to act as an eleven year old child. I've done too much."

"Off to bed, all three of you. I have no wish to hear any more of this. You will speak to no one about Jon."

"We all have blood on our hands." Sansa said. "Even I have put men to death..."

"Enough!" Ned said.

Jon stood and placed his hands on Ned's desk, making himself appear more intimidating. He hated doing it, but occasionally it was a tactic he'd used, although not in the body of a sixteen year old. "The deserter you beheaded wasn't lying. He did see the whitewalkers. The army of the dead are gathering men. They will descend on Winterfell in around seven years. We must stop them. You don't have to believe us now Lord Stark, but I'm sure you will feel differently when you get the raven to tell you the news about Jon Arryn."