Orys Targaryen/Jon Snow?
Castle Black – Jon Chambers.
He woke with a gasp as he felt the first knife of Bowen in his side. "Damn," He exclaimed as he sat straight up from his makeshift bed. He felt a warm tongue lick his face and the small chirping of dragons. "Thanks, boy." He said as he buried himself in Ghost's neck.
"Orys is everything all right." Shireen had awoken and looked at him, confused. "I'm, yet I suspect my death will haunt me for some time still. I dream I was being stabbed again." Shireen nodded and gave him a sympathetic look.
"How are you? Did you get any sleep?" He asked, and looking into her eyes felt the same connection again as in the fires. "I did. It seems I was giving peace this night," Shireen answered with a slight smile. She had a pretty smile.
"That's a blessing, then. I'm sorry about what happened to you, Shireen. Nobody should gone through what you did." He said as he stood up and sat beside her on the bed. The two dragons did the same climb up the bed.
She didn't say anything. She only embraced him and sobbed into his chest. He just held and gently stroked her back and held the girl burned by her own parents. 'I need to protect her.' He thought a fiery rage toward Red Witch, Stannis, and Selyse burn a new. "Melisandra will pay for what she has done. I swear that to you. She will pay with her life. As for your mother, that's a decision you will have to make for yourself."
Shireen looked up at him with her tear-streaked face, "I don't know, she was wailing to stop it from happening to me, and she came to stop it but was stopped from doing so. Yet, she never was a mother to me. She only looked at me as a disappointment because of my greyscale or that I wasn't a son."
"That is something I understand all too well. I didn't have a mother, but I knew of a mother's disappointment or scorn. Lady Stark was the only mother figure I knew, and she blamed me for being her husband's bastard. What turned out I wasn't. She never hit me or anything like that but always told me I wasn't welcome in Winterfell. I remember the last thing she said before leaving for the Wall. She used my own to get my addition, which she had never done before. It was always Snow, boy, or bastard. You see, my little brother Bran had fallen from a tower and was in a coma. I wanted to say goodbye to him before I went to Wall. I did, but just before I was out of the door, Lady Stark said my name. I looked at her, and she said, 'It should have been you.'" Orys let out a sigh. 'That time was so far away now.' He thought as he looked at the door of his chambers.
"So, about your mother, she is probably partly responsible for the decision. But in my opinion, she was in grief over what she did, and perhaps it was best to let her live with her guilt. Like I did with your father, he will do his duty to watch, all while he has to think about what he has done. Let her live and show them both what a mistake they made." He said as he took her hand. "I shall think on it. I just don't know how to let go. I feel so much pain and grief inside me, and it can go nowhere." Shireen said with a shudder.
"Perhaps it can, and you take back control," Orys said, and she looked at him with those blue eyes. "Sliverwing," There he said. He had speculated who those dragons were and by things, he remembered from his lessons and reading. Only three dragons could possibly still be alive now, and as he knew, the two dragons had gone into hibernation in a dragonglass cogon. Three dragons had adult dragons had survived the dance of the dragons by all accounts. Sheepstealer, Sliverwing and the Canniba, the how and why Sliverwing and the Cannibal made to Skagos, he did not know. Perhaps it was to wait for him, but the answer probably never got.
"Sliverwing? You mean I could ride her, but I'm not a Targaryen." Shireen asked, confused. "Yet, when your prye was burned, you weren't burnt, neither when we walked out of the fire. Sliverwing wasn't focused on me but on you. Tell me something: Did you feel fear when you looked at Sliverwing? Or something else?" He questioned her.
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