Game of Thrones: The lost Targaryen (Jon Snow Fanfic)

12. The Last Letter

                "Dear Aldith,

               If you're reading this, it's because I'm gone and I'm sorry for not being there with you. I decided to write this because a war is approaching and I may not live to tell you this myself when you grow older. You must know and never forget who you really are: a survivor and a Targaryen. I trained you but I know that in your heart and blood you already have all that you need to survive, courage and Targaryen blood running throw your veins.

              You will soon have a brother and I shall do everything to protect him from our enemies but there is not a lot that I can do in order to succeed because I'll have to combat. He is the result of my love and admiration for Lyanna Stark, from the House Stark in the North of the Seven Kingdoms. You mustn't think that I don't love you or neither care about you, I truly do and I know that this is a lot to ask but make sure your brother is safe, make sure that he made it and teach him what I showed you.

             I love you both truly and so I wish you a brighter life than the one that I had, a life full of happiness. Remind him of who he is and if you're able to forgive me also remind him of who I am, who I was. You both have conquers blood and you'll both need each other. But above all, you both need to remember to follow your happiness.

                                                                                 Your father,                                          

 Rhaegar Targaryen"

I've been reading this letter for more than an hour now. What if my happiness is being together with Jon? My half-brother...

This letter came in last night with no name on it so I just read it. It was Jon's brother, Bran, who sent it. In the back of the fragile letter, his name was signed.

Instead of a dress I decided to wear some black leather pants and some also leather top and went straight to the back of the castle where the soldiers trained. Probably the soldiers were not there yet because it was too early but since I read that letter I wasn't able to sleep at all so the best thing that I could do was at least something productive till the sun came up.

I went straight to find a bow and some arrows and also a target to shoot at. All I could think about was my father. What would he think about that situation? I shoot one arrow that hits right the middle of the wooden target. I walked back to become further away from the target and grab another arrow.

Daenerys already told me once about our family history of incest throw the centuries and how it was more than approved in order to keep the bloodline pure but neither I nor Jon was raised under such values... I shoot another arrow and once again hits right the middle of the target and walk another step back again.

My mother... What would she say? I couldn't imagine her approving such a thing. I shoot another arrow.

I continue like that for hours straight not feeling even a little bit tired even though I could feel sweat all over my body after so many hours of shooting. The sun appeared and after some minutes I was going to stop when someone came closer and I stopped. It was Danny.

"-You woke up early this morning..." - She said smiling and then looked towards the target and then me again. – Oh please, don't stop. Your aim is... Incredible. – She sounded surprised.

I grabbed another arrow smiling a bit.

"-I had an extremely good teacher." – I confessed and she smiled knowing who I was talking about. I threw the arrow flawlessly again.