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It's not all your fault

Jon

Bran had asked him to join him in his chambers he told him that what he had to say to him was personal and very important that it didn't get out before it needed to be. He walked to his chambers wondering what it was he had to tell him. Jon had noticed Bran had change he was no longer the sweet boy who used to climb everywhere. Now he was an emotionless stoic man that was a mirror of his former self. He was a little nervous to find out what Bran was going to tell him he had seen a glimpse of his powers form the fact that he knew what the whitewalkers were near easy watch. And now Jon was just anxious to find out what other bad news was in store for him and Winterfell.

Jon stood outside Bran's chambers and heard some familiar voices arguing about something he knew it had to Sansa and Arya. Some things never change. He thought. "Enter!" He heard Bran shout he was a little caught off guard by the fact that he knew he was outside without him even knocking. Jon entered the room and saw Bran, Sansa, and Arya all looking at him with a weird expression. He was surprised to see Sam there as well and gave him a smile.

"Sam, What are you doing here?"Jon said as he walked over to him and grabbed him and pulled him in for a hug.

"I realized that the citadel wasn't the place for me and that I needed to be here to help," Sam said with a smile on his face as they both released each other from there embarrass. "I think you should sit Jon. There is something you need to know." Jon saw the concern in his eyes which was mirrored throughout the room except Bran expressionless face.

Jon sat on the bed looking between all of them with a frown on his face. The room was silent and Jon was growing more anxious by the second.

"Jon, this is going to be hard to believe but you have to listen and not interrupt. If you have any question you can ask when I have finished speaking, Okay." Jon kept quite only giving Bran a nod in understanding. "Do you remember to stories told about aunt Lyanna and what happens to her?" Jon nodded. "Well, they were a lie. Rheagar never kidnapped Lyanna or rape her. She ran away with him out of love and they married in a suit ceremony in Dorne." Jon was confused and shocked but he did not interrupt.

"When father went to the tower of Joy to rescue Lyanna he found her, in a pool of her own blood but he also found a child. That child's name is Aegon Targaryen and he is the heir to the iron throne but we know him under another name. Father promised Lyanna he would protect this child and he did he brought the child home and raised him as his own bastard son." Jon's hands were sweaty and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest. It couldn't be, father would never lie. Jon thought.

"Jon you have always wanted to know who your mother was and now you know. She was Lyanna Stark of Winterfell. And your father was Rheagar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone." There was silence again and it was unbearable, he needed air he needed space.

"Jon, it doesn't matter what your name is you are still my brother. You are still the same man you have always been. Just remember that." Arya said as she grabbed his hand. He was still and unmoving not sating anything.

He clenched his eyes shut and put his head in his hands as he took in all that he had learned from bran. "My whole life was a lie." He whispered to himself. "Ned was my uncle. He lied to me all those years. I asked him so many time's to tell me about my mother and each time he would deflect the question." He lifted his head from his hands as his anger rising, realization crossed his mind. "I'm in love with my aunt." He whispered so no one else would hear.

Jon shot up and left the room ignoring the shouts from his sibling-cousins. He needed to be alone. He needed to think. So he went to the place that filled his nightmare when he was a child and the place that held his mother.