A Song of Fire & Snow (GOT)(Jon Snow)

Chapter 15: Jon Snow

~The Journey to Dragonstone~

The sea stretched endlessly before Jon Snow, waves crashing against the sides of the small ship as it sailed toward Dragonstone. The air was crisp and salty, invigorating his senses as he stood at the stern with Ser Davos and Alarys. The boat rocked gently beneath their feet, the sound of the waves a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart.

"Keep her steady, lads!" Davos called to the crew, his weathered face lit by the faint sun breaking through the clouds. Jon glanced at Alarys, who was engaged with the men, offering guidance with a confidence that both impressed and intrigued him.

As the wind tousled her hair, Jon couldn't help but admire how easily she navigated the rough sea. Alarys wore practical attire today—a fitted leather jacket over her silk shirt, accentuating her strength while providing warmth against the chill. She moved with a grace that spoke of experience and comfort in her surroundings, her laughter ringing out as she helped the crew secure the sails.

The sight pulled Jon into a memory, receiving multiple important letters the past few days. 

Flashback: The Letter from Tyrion Lannister

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the stone walls of Winterfell's great hall as Jon sat at the long table, flanked by Sansa and Ser Davos. A letter lay before him, its wax seal already broken. The parchment was crisp and formal, bearing the emblem of House Lannister, the lion emblazoned against the red backdrop. Jon could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

"What do you think?" Jon asked, looking between Sansa and Davos, seeking their perspectives on the unexpected missive from Tyrion Lannister, the Hand to Daenerys Targaryen.

"I think it's a trick," Sansa replied, her brow furrowed with concern. "The Lannisters have always played games. How do we know this isn't just a ploy to undermine us?"

Jon shook his head. "Tyrion is not like the others. He's not to be underestimated."

"What about the dragons?" Sansa countered. "If Daenerys truly has them, wouldn't she simply come for the North? We're inviting danger by considering this."

Jon thought back to his first meeting with Tyrion, the sharp-witted dwarf who had surprised him with his honesty. "Remember what Tyrion said the first time we met? 'All dwarfs are bastards in their fathers' eyes.'" The phrase lingered in the air, echoing with its undeniable truth.

Sansa sighed, frustration evident in her tone. "You can't seriously trust a Lannister just because of a clever saying. They've betrayed us before, Jon. We can't afford to be naive."

Ser Davos, leaning against the table, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "If Daenerys truly has three dragons, lad, that could tip the balance. Dragons are a force the likes of which we haven't seen in generations. They could make a powerful ally against the White Walkers."

Jon considered Davos's words, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. "I need time to think," he finally replied, uncertain but resolute.

Sansa nodded, though her expression remained wary. "Just be cautious, Jon. We can't afford to make mistakes. The North has already suffered enough."

As Sansa and Davos left the hall, Jon felt the emptiness settle around him. He stood, staring at the letter, when he heard a soft voice behind him. Alarys lingered by the door, her silhouette framed by the dim light.

"Alarys," he called, turning to face her. "What do you think of this?"

She stepped closer, her gaze steady as she considered the implications. "If she truly has dragons, then you cannot ignore the opportunity, Jon. Dragons are a power that Westeros hasn't seen in a long time. If Daenerys can be an ally, it could change everything."