The Lost Targaryen

Gifts can go a long way

A/n I do not own any photos I use. This is by Allagar on DevianArt. I am simply using it as a reference Aegon's appearance. Instead of black scales, Aegon has dark blue scales and silver eyes. He also has the spine things Dany's dragons have but are snow white.

It had been a week since Y/N had arrived to Dragon Stone. She had grown close to her sister, her brother and her nephew. Whether she wanted to say it or not she had to tell them sooner or later. Sooner was better than later but how would she say it? She couldn't just out of the blue say "Oh Tyrion your my brother and Jon, your not a snow! You're legitimate and my nephew." Gods no. That would end up terribly. No, she had known it wouldn't be easy but she had a way to make them believe. It was in Old Valeria's way.

Y/N pov

I call for Tyrion, Jon and Daenerys to meet me in the throne room. My stomach begins to heat up with anticipation but I smile giving off the expression of being calm. Thank the gods I'm a good faker of emotions.
"Thank you for coming. I have things to tell and things to give to each of you. I'd rather give you the gifts first and then explain why I am giving them to you. Please follow me." They nod and follow me like men marching into battle behind their commander.

I bring them to the beach, it was a big enough space and plus it was low tide currently. Better for landing.
They stand in a line looking at me with curiousness and intrigue.
"First I'll give Daenerys's." I point to my giant fleet of ships. "They are yours now. They are not slaves, they are men from Essos. Free men. They have everything you would need as far as I know. There's a little under 3 thousand ships, I know part of your fleet was destroyed by the Iron Islands ruler." She looks in awe at the dark wooded ships with sails of our sigil.
"Th-thank you Y/N. I-i don't know how I could repay you." She says gratefully.
"No need to pay me back. All I ask for is for you to rule the 7 kingdoms with grace and reasonability." She nods.
"Tyrion," I smile. The dwarf looks up and walks forward.
"Yes?" He asks.
I smile a wide smile.
"I want you to close your eyes." He gives me a are-you-kidding-me face, but obliges.
"Vyn!" I call. I hear her roar faintly and she lands.
"Okay Tyrion."

3rd pov

Next to Y/N stood a noticeably smaller wine and gold colored dragon. Her wings had 'X' markings with small dots around them in the color of gold. Her eyes were a deep purple that held many mysteries and stories. Yet they gave a warning to any who dared to travel too close to her. (The main body is wine colored, and the red things on drogon are gold. Idk what to call those things)
"Y/N I can't take this." The small man says.
Y/n waves him off and laughs. "It's a gift and you always wanted one correct?" "H-how did you know?" He stutters
"I can see it in your face every time one flies above your head." She strokes the neck of Vyn gently.
Vyn soon walks up to Tyrion and lowers her head in respect. Y/N giggles and smiles at the sight.
"T-thank y-you." He says, his eyes prickled with tears of joy.
"She may not be as big as the others but she is smarter. Ride go on ride her."
"I-I don't know how." Y-n shakes her head and laughs.
She steps over to Tyrion and brings him over to Vyn's left wing. Vyn turns to look and lowers her body. Tyrion gently began to climb on the dragon. Once he was at the base of her neck, Y/n gave him a nod.
"Now for the kind of tricky part." She chuckles. "She won't listen to me. She will only listen to you. Don't repeat what I'm about to say because you need to know the other words." She laughs and Daenerys beams with excitement. Her hand finally gets to have a dragon of his very own. Jon stood there silently waiting and laughing along with the women.
"Okay. So for her to fly you say Vly. To land is just land and if you want to all you have to say for her to breath fire, which I assume you already know but is Dracarys." He nods full of excitement. "Alright just let her fly around for a minute. I still need to give Jon his gift." She smiles.
"No promises. Vly" it rolled off his tongue and Vyn had took flight.
"Oh and make sure to hold on!!" Y/N yells.
Tyrion is full of laughter. Finally being able to fly and call a dragon his very own.
He shortly lands and hops off with a giant smile on his face. Vyn flies off to circle the castle.
"Jon." Jon looks up and steps forward.
"Y/n I just want to say you don't have to give me anything, I am a bastard after all." She shakes her head and pulls the man into a hug.
"You're not a bastard to me, Jon." She let's go.
"Okay, you close your eyes too." She giggles.
Jon rolls his eyes but obliges.
"Dawn!" She calls. Jon keeps his eyes shut hoping it's a dragon as well. Tyrion and Daenerys gasp as they look upon the dragon landing.
"Open them." Y/n says. Jon opens and gasps.
"This is Dawn." As she gestures to the four-winged dragon. "He's not like other dragons at all. Clearly by his extra two wings but it adds personality and character in my opinion." She smiles. Dawn stood higher than any boat's mast. From snout to tail he was longer than any boat and any of Daenerys's dragons. Starting from his snout he had dark blue scales that faded into a brilliant orange at his tail. His extra two wings were behind his main ones, smaller but still used. Each with their own shade of pastel pink and markings. His eyes were the color of gold and silver, perfectly meshed into a spiral that could only be described as never ending.
"He is yours now. All the dragons can survive in the North. I've been beyond the wall and they have survived, so I assure you he will live as long as you give him sheep or whatever livestock you have." She strokes the neck and Dawn gives a cat like purr. She smiles and gestures to Jon.
"Please tell me you were paying attention when I was telling Tyrion about the words to say." She says. Jon calmly walks up to the behemoth and strokes his snout. Dawn huffs with appreciation for the affection. Jon makes his way over to his left wing and begins to mount.
"So, as a recap. Vly is to fly. Land to land. And Dracarys for breathing fire. His fire is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen by the way. Try it out and hold on." She smiles. Jon takes a deep breath.
"Vly." Just as Tyrion, the word rolled out of his mouth. Dawn eyes widen and begins to take off. Using all four of his wings he brings Jon high in the sky. The wind was crisp and fresh.
Jon holds onto the spines gently, he shifts a bit. Here goes nothing.
"Dracarys."
Dawn stops and lights up the air. A purple flame came from the dragons mouth. Only the color of flowers, and the tint of fine gems and expensive fabrics was this color only seen. Now it was coming from a dragon, with a Northern man on its back. Daenerys and Tyrion look in awe at the sight. Y/N walks over to Tyrion and whispers "try it with Vyn sometime. Her flame is just as unique."
Jon lands and slides off Dawns back with a smile on his face. He just rode a dragon! Why wouldn't he be happy? Let alone its his and no one could take that away from him. Dawn flies off into the sky and towards the ocean. Most likely looking for fish or sharks.
Daenerys turns to her sister. "So, what did you need to tell us? You said it was important." She inquires.
Y/N shifts uncomfortably but then sighs and meets them all eye to eye.
"It's tradition, in old Valeria, to give each of your family a gift when you first meet them." She says. Looking down at the ground.
"Um. I'm sorry did you say family?" Jon asks.
Y/n sighs again.
"Yes I said that. Tyrion, the real reason why Tywin didn't like was because you are me and Dany's brother. Jon, you're not Ned's child. You do not have his blood running through your veins. It is Rhaegal Targaryens and your mother is Lyanna Stark." Each of them give you a look shock and utter disbelief.
"I know you wouldn't believe me from me just telling you. But why would I lie to someone about being related to them? That would be cruel. I also have the original messages proving what I have said. They've worn from age but I promise you, they are real." Tyrion sheds a tear.
"After all this time. I thought the man I knew as my father was truly my father. Do you really think that I didn't feel like something wasn't right? Even if what you say isn't true...I still believe you. I don't look like any of my "parents" and it isn't because I'm a dwarf." He says, he walks over to Y/N and hugs her. Y/N bends down and embraces the small man.
Jon, shuffles a bit. "Well I guess I'm not the true heir of the North." He laughs. "Even if you don't have Ned Starks blood in you, that doesn't mean you can't be the King of The North. And to Seven Hells is where they will go if they believe otherwise. They chose you as their leader, as their King. They still know you as Jon Snow, the man who defeated the Bolton's, the man who took back Winterfell, the true King of The North. I'll be damned if they say otherwise." She says, placing a hand on his shoulders. He looks at the ground and back up at the sky to see Dawn and Vyn fly with grace and ease.
"Thank you. I don't think I would've ever gotten a dragon for my own let alone know who I truly am. A man with interesting family histories, and The King of the North." He says embracing his newly found Aunt.
"Your welcome. I was and still am a bit scared of what you, well actually both of you have to say in regards to it."
Daenerys, who remained quiet for nearly the entire time speaks. "At first I was surprised I had a sister. One that Viserys never told me about and I'd never heard of. Now I have my brother as my hand and a nephew in the North. I can't be more surprised at what our brother and father have done." She laughs the last part. She kneels down and embraces Tyrion while waving the other two to join.
The four of them stay like that for a while. It was nice to finally have family that would always be there for you.
"Hey I have an idea." Tyrion says. Everybody looks at him only to be met by a smirk.
"Who wants to race?" They laugh, nodding their heads and call their dragons.
"Alright, on the count of three."
"One"
"Two"
"Three"
Drogon, Vyn, Dawn and Aegon take off into the sky only to leave pain and loneliness behind them.