Cursed Dragon | Jon Snow

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Jon Pov

She stood there, looking at me with two black dragon on either side of her shoulders. She looked so calm as if the fire didn't burn her... It didn't burn her and instead of screaming like most would do, it seems to have calmed her down. 

She stood there looking at me for what seemed like forever before she tried to take a step forward but her legs seemed to have failed her. I jumped forward catching her before she hit the ground. She looked at me once more before going limp in my arms. Her dragons screeched like they where trying to wake her, but it had no effect they then turned their gaze from the girl to me. I froze scared of what they would do but they just stared as if they where telling me to hurry up and help her. Sam took off his coat and covered her naked body before pushing me slightly to move. I looked at him and nodded my thanks before making my way to my chambers, only then noticing the crowd. Some where shocked and others looked at her with so much lust in their eyes you would swear they where screaming out what they wanted to do to her. I pulled her closer to me and walked a little faster to get her away from them, afraid that they would snatch her out of his arms. 

Maester Aemon and Sam followed behind me as we entered my chambers. Same closed the door behind us as I placed the Unconscious girl onto my bed. 

"Maester.. she is alive..." Sam said with so much confusion, unable to comprehend that the Maester made a mistake.

"It would seem so..." He said calmly.

"She is a Targaryen..." 

"But her eyes are white, I thought Targaryen's had violet eyes?" I whispered so quietly i was surprised Maester Aemon heard me.

"White eyes? Could she be..." He drifted off causing us to look at him.

As if sensing our confusion and curiosity he carried on, 

"If I am not mistaken, this girl must be Naella Targaryen. She fled from Kings Landing about 20 years ago."

she fled? Why was she running away? The war hadn't started yet, there was no threat?

"You see, Naella is special. She was not born from Targaryen parents making her a Targaryen by default. She was born with silver hair but what made her different besides her birth parents, was her eyes. White as snow. The king believed her to be a disgrace, a curse on the Targaryen house but she was highly skilled in combat as she was trained from a very young age." 

"That explains the Armour... and the Valerian steel spear." Sam said while scratching his chin.

"Yes, exactly Sam. She was so skilled that the king ordered her to train his son, Rhaegar Targaryen." Sam and I was stunned she trained him! "However, on her 20th birthday the king ordered her death causing her to run away from the only home she has known." 

That explains why she is here, she was trying to get away from the king and must of fallen through the ice in the lake trying to get away from him. I turned my attention back to the sleeping girl. She looked so peaceful with her dragons curled up under her arms. 

"Jon.. what colour are the dragons?" 

I turned back to Maester Aemon, "Both black, but one has gold eyes and the other silver."

"So that is where they went..." But before we could ask what he meant by that he turned and left the room. 

As soon as he left, Stannis Baratheon's Red witch came in. Melisandra walked in paying no attention to me or Sam and bent down next to Naella. She reached out to touch her face but was stopped by the dragons. They stood protectively in front of Naella preventing Melisandra from touch her, this did not please the red witch causing her to hiss. She stood up and walked out not saying a word to either of us.