Cursed Dragon | Jon Snow

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*Jon POV*

"Naella no! You can't do this!" 

"Jon please don't do this..."

We where in our room as she rummaged around for her armor. She came up with an idea that the dragon queen liked a lot. Naella and her grace where to fly to High Garden to take revenge on the Lanisters. So instead of burning and killing innocent people she would do that to her enemies. Obviously Tyron and myself protested against it saying that it was just too dangerous, and that they couldn't take down a whole army with just the dragons because then they will be targeted and it just takes one arrow. But then Naella suggested we take the Dothraki, she said that they have been inching to fight and what perfect practice this would be for them to see how our enemies fight. 

"What if you get hurt? What if something happens to Zerrin or Arian? What if you die?"  pain laced into my voice at that last sentence.

She turned around, sadness plastered all over her face, "Jon, I am only taking Zerrin and they could never hurt him, I know how dangerous it will be but if i help her take her revenge she just might feel more like helping us against the dead." 

She had a point, but I hated it so much, "I just got you back, I don't want to loose you again." 

"Jon.." she whispered and wrapped her arms around me, "You will never loose me again, I promise to the old gods and the new." 

I pushed my head into her shoulder, breathing in as much of her as i can but it ended quickly when she was called to go. She gave me a long and deep kiss as if she is preparing to not come back. "Please, come back to me." 

"I will." she smiled and ran out the room.

*TIME JUMP*

Sir Davos and I where walking along the path way talking about things. He then mentioned Naella, he never really got to meet her so he asked a lot of personal questions. He was cut short when we saw Missandei standing watching out to the sea. 

"Ah Missandei of Narth." Davos said, rather fondly i might add

"Lord Snow." 

"Sorry but its King Snow, wait no that doesn't sound right, King Jon?" Sir Davos looking to me confused, I just shook my head.

"May I ask a question?"

"Of corse." I nodded 

"Your name is Jon Snow, yet your fathers name was Ned Stark?" She tilted her head showing her confusion.

"I'm a bastard." She was just as confused, "It means my mother and father weren't married when they had me." 

Sir Davos then spoke, "Is the custom different in Narth?"

"We don't have marriage in Narth, so the concept of a bastard doesn't exist." 

Sir Davos then looked to me, "That sounds liberating." 

We carried on talking about her past and how she ended up here with the dragon queen when I noticed a Grayjoy Ship coming into the bay.

"Is that a Grayjoy ship?"

We made our way quickly down the stairs to the bay and watched as Theon Grayjoy and his mean pulled in there boat. When he saw me I could see the colour drain from his face, anger surged through me seeing him so I walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar ready to kill him but then I remembered what he did for Sansa.

"What you did for her is the only reason I'm not killing you." i spoke deeply to make sure he knows I am angry.

I let him go and looked to my side to see Sir Davos, "We heard your uncle attacked your fleet, we thought you where dead."