A Dragon In Wolf's Clothing ~A Game of Thrones fan fiction~

Chapter Sixty Five: For The Watch

It was like Jon and Lyanna had never separated, the way they immediately clicked back into the bond of being twins. Even thinking of all the time apart made her heart ache as she just couldn't imagine not being with her brother, even after just a few hours after being reunited.

"Lyanna," Jon frowned eventually. "All the notes I got... about father... well they all said that you were there,"

"I was, and by your tone I'm guessing you want to know about that day?" Lyanna swallowed, knowing he'd ask eventually. As he nodded, she let out a sigh. "I went to see him that morning, before... well we both knew it would happen. All he kept doing was apologise for taking me south. Then at Baelor, he met my eye as the sentence was given, as if to tell me to look after Arya and Sansa and Brandon. I tried to watch, Jon, he'd have wanted me to, like you told me when he executed the deserter, but I couldn't... I..."

"It's okay, you don't have to say anymore," Jon interrupted, seeing her struggle and put his hand on her arm reassuringly. "Starks shouldn't go south,"

"That's true, I was raped, beaten, patronised, impregnated by a man I did not love enough to give him a son, and then forced to watch as they murdered my father and a child I was made to believe was my son," Lyanna said, her eyes closed as she listed. "If I'd have stayed, more of the same would have happened I'm sure. Joffrey would have continued to rape me and I would pretend I was the dutiful wife who did not care about my mistreatment because my family were traitors, and I would go on to give him more heirs until I either died in childbirth or Joffrey had me killed just like he did father,"

"Can I ask you something else? You rode into Castle Black on a dragon, and only Targaryen's can control them," Jon began. "Did father ever tell you about our mother? Was she a dragon?"

"No, but my mother was," Lyanna said simply, and when she saw his confusion, she continued. "We're not twins, Jon, not even brother and sister. It broke my heart when I found out and I'm sorry that I have to tell you but it's only fair. My mother was a princess, Ayrella Targaryen, Rhaegar's twin sister, and my father was a man I was raised to believe was my uncle, Brandon Stark. I'm Brandon Stark's only living heir, and other than my aunt Daenerys I am the last Targaryen too,"

"Lyanna..." Jon stood up quickly, frowning, and Lyanna followed him, grabbing onto his arms as he began to pace. "You're not my sister..."

"No, I am, Jon, I am!" She practically pleaded. "I love you like a brother, and never have once have I thought of you as a cousin and not my twin because that's what you are in my heart. And I'm sorry I don't know who your mother is, I would have asked father but I ran out of time, I had so many questions left to ask him,"

Jon paused suddenly, running his hands through his hair and beard. He turned to her, as if trying to find a fault in her that would make her less of his sister. He found no such thing.

"Father, I mean my father, your uncle! He's lied to us our whole lives!" Jon exclaimed, his breathing heavy in shock, his hands on his head as he turned away from her. When he turned back, he'd regained himself and took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter, you're still my sister, you always will be. Except with you legitimised now, Winterfell is rightfully yours, as Brandon Stark's heir. I guess the iron throne too, considering your mother,"

"No, I don't want the Seven Kingdoms, the Iron Throne can go to The Others I care that little for it!" Lyanna exclaimed, shocked he would even say it. "But Winterfell... I do want that, but not for me, for our family. It's our family home and right now it is filled with traitors who killed our brother! Roose Bolton is sleeping in our father's bed with his fat wife, whilst Ramsay rapes our little sister in our home where we spent our childhood!"