The love of a dragon

Chapter 33

Year: 305 AC

Y/n POV

We are on the Kingsroad heading to Winterfell. Jon rode besides us as we enter Winterfell. Everyone was staring at us but most of them glared towards me and Daenerys. I knew the northern people don't trust us since what happened to our father, The Mad King but me and Daenerys are nothing like him. Jon leaned to me and Dany. "I warned you. Northerners don't much trust outsiders." Jon told us.

Then we all hear our dragons roar as the northerners looked up in fear as they flew overhead. Me and Daenerys smiled at our dragons as we rode forth to the castle. We stopped in front of three people, Sansa Stark the wife of Tyler Lannister, Bran Stark and Rickon Stark who is standing near lady Sansa. We all got off our horses as Jon went up to Bran and immediately hugged him while he kissed his head softly.

Tyler went up to Sansa and kissed her softly before he gently caressed her stomach. Me and Daenerys stood in the back knowing they need some time for their reunion. Jon looked at Bran. "Look at you. You're a man." Jon told him proudly. "Almost." Bran said to him. Jon looked confused as he looked to Sansa before he hugged her. Bran looked at me and Daenerys like he knows something. "Do you think Bran knows about Jon?" I whispered to Daenerys. "Maybe." She said. "I think we should tell him before the battle." I told her. "I agree, I don't want to keep this from him any longer than we should." Daenerys said.

Sansa looked at us as they let go of the hug. "Where's Arya?" Jon asked her. "Lurking somewhere." Sansa said as me and Daenerys walked up to them and stood in front of Sansa who gave us a nod. "King Y/n and Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen. My sister, Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell." Jon introduced us. "Thank you for inviting us into your home, Lady Stark." I said to her respectfully. "The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed, as are you." Daenerys told her as Sansa smiled a bit.

"Winterfell is yours, your Grace." Sansa told us respectfully. "We don't have time for all this. The Night King has Jaelys, the dragon of King Y/n I Targaryen. He's one of them now. The Wall has fallen, the dead march south." Bran told us. Me and Daenerys looked over at him in shock, we heard about Jaelys, the dragon of my namesake who flew away after his rider died of old age. History said that Jaelys flew beyond the Wall never to be seen again.

A lot of people say he died of heartache and grief when he had to burn his rider body and died beyond the Wall. Some people say they could still hear his cries. Now that I know Jaelys died beyond the Wall and is now in the Night King's army, terrifies me. Because I heard that he was as big as Balerion The Black Dread. He was a force to be reckon with. Now we will have to fight Jaelys who has not rest because the Night King rose him up from the dead.

We headed into the Great Hall where the lords and ladies were. Me and Daenerys stood next to each other as Lady Sansa talks to them. Tyler sits next to his wife as Jon sits on the other side of her. "As soon as we heard about the Wall, I called our banners to retreat to Winterfell. Lord Umber." Sansa calls oug. A kid who looks like he is 10 looked over at her.

"When can we expect your people to arrive?" Sansa asked him. Lord Umber stood up and walked in the middle of the room. "We need more horses and wagons, if it pleases my Lady. And my lord. And my King and queen." Lord Umber said as I looked at him shocked not expecting him to say we're his King and queen. "You'll have as many as we can spare. Hurry back to Last Hearth and bring your people here." Sansa told him.

Lord Umber bowed to us and walked back to his seat as me and Daenerys sat down. "We need to send ravens to the Night's Watch as well. There's no sense in manning the castles anymore. We make our stand here." Jon said. A maester bowed. "At once, your grace." The maester said. "Your grace." Lady Lyanna Mormont said before she stood up and walked to the middle of the room.