"What do you think we should do now that the dead are defeated?" I mean surely we can't keep making the children at such a young age cross the world." Jaime questioned me while we walked through the ground area of the training yard.
It had been a few months since the greatest battle of the world of men. Everyone who had fought during the battle was very exhausted and so Sansa, Jon and I had declared that everyone should rest before we planned the advance on Kings Landing. "We can't possibly leave them here. They're all still very young and need us to be there for them until they come of age."
"You make a good point, Vaella. I must say your brother was most likely right that you will make a fine Queen." Jaime shifted his gaze down to mine as we walked side by side one another very much in sync since we'd known each other for many years.
The fabric of my white cloak blew behind me in the wind with me having some of my silver hair pinned back and the rest was loose. "I appreciate your faith in me, I truly do. I'm still just not sure I can gain the support of the Northern houses. They are loyal to their own. I remember that quite well from my years of being a princess."
"It seems to me that you have a way in to get their support. Talk with the bastard who brought us here to fight the Army of the Dead." He had gotten used to having his longer hair like in the days he was a Knight and he grew a thick blonde beard looking very much like a northman.
Sending him a slight glare I didn't think the term bastard fit for Jon anymore. He had proven he was worthy of the Stark name. "He's lived up to the Stark name, Jaime."
"Maybe someday someone will make him one." My husband nodded, intertwining my hand in his real one, hearing someone coming towards us before I saw the man we were talking about getting closer to us with his direwolf Ghost following behind his heels until he reached the two of us.
"Vaella, Ser Jaime, I figured it was time for you to meet my direwolf Ghost. Each of the Stark children originally had one and it was my idea."
I smiled, lowering myself down on a knee in the snow, extending a hand out to the large wolf. "Hey there, Ghost." The large wolf slowly came forward pressing his nose into my hand and he made a light noise that didn't appear to be a growl.
"Do you have anything else on your agenda for today, Snow?" Jaime raised a brow at the bastard before us.
Jon shakes his head no before Ghost walked back over and stood by his boots. "Our men need a few more hours of rest before we go to get your sister to surrender her throne to our dragon queens."
"I must say I don't think she'll give it up as easily as you think." He reminded him knowing his sister had craved such power for a long time and now she was officially Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
Pushing myself upright before the two men I made my way up to Jon feeling like we needed to talk. "Jon, would you follow me? I think it's time you and I have a talk alone together."
"Sure, lady Vaella." Jon nodded his head at me before Ghost, Jon and I made our way down into the crypt so that we weren't disturbed by anyone else during our deep conversation. Ghost laid down on the floor a few steps away from us while Jon and I stood in front of the Lyanna Stark statue that was down here. "She was my fathers sister. He never talked about her though."
"I only met her one time. The day she wed my brother Rhaegar and I wed Jaime." I muttered twisting the wedding ring on my left hand weakly smiling at the memory.
Jon glanced at me. "So he didn't kidnap her like they said?"
"Gods no. It wasn't anywhere close to that. He loved her so much. The fact that he was already married to a Martel wasn't a worry to him. He'd give up his crown and kingdom to simply be with her. If he could sing his whole life instead of sword fighting that's what he would have done."
Jon sent me a weak smile. "He sounds like quite a man. He must have been an amazing brother."
"He really was. You remind me very much of him, funny enough. Did your father ever say who your mother was, her name by chance?" I questioned him with a raised brow.
Jon knitted his brows in confusion. "What are you trying to tell me, Vaella?"
"Jon, I think you're my nephew. You would have to be the son of my brother Rhaegar and Lyanna. The prince who was promised in the song of ice and fire." Reaching down to my hip I drew the dagger out holding it up to be in his view. "This belongs to you because you defeated the great winter that is the Night King."
Jon gently took the blade from my grasp. "How do you know that?"
"Because my brother told me in a letter before he died. I didn't quite get it the first time I read it. But now it's more clear than ever."
Something was tapping multiple times against the closed glass window of my chambers that showed me the entire view of the city almost. Getting out of my bed once I had tossed the covers. "What are you doing out here, little Raven?" Pushing open the window I let the bird crawl into my hand seeing a tiny scroll and a lock of silver Targaryen hair wrapped around it.
"Dear Vaella, I am not sure if I will come back from this battle with Robert Baratheon so I have one final thing to ask of you, my little sister. Lyanna is pregnant with my child and I'm not sure I'll ever get to meet him. So my last request is will you look out for him please - your brother Rhaegar." I read the paper out loud feeling tears welling in my eyes knowing I needed to figure out who the prince or princess who was promised really was.
"What if I told you I already knew that you and I were family. Daenerys, Tyrion, Sam and Bran all know too. Apparently the three eyed Raven showed my brother your wedding with my real parents." Jon grins, turning his body till he was directly facing me.
Throwing my arms around his neck I chuckled, never thinking I'd meet my brother's son who I thought was killed when Robert became king. "Your father would be so proud of what you've done, Jon Targaryen." He wrapped his arms around my waist holding me close.
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The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess
FanfictionRobert Baratheon believes he has wiped out the last Targaryen children, but what if that isn't the case. What if Jaime Lannister who everyone refers to as "Kingslayer" had a hand in it. Would the middle daughter of the Mad King and Rhaella Targaryen...