The Last Targaryens

Chapter 23 - Aegon Targaryen

As Jon walked down the halls of Winterfell, and into the Great Hall, he paused for a moment right in the middle of the room. It was cold and silent. He could only hear the winds outside the walls, and the silent screatches of the wights approaching. As Jon stood in the middle of the room, footsteps of a person approached from behind. Jon turned around immediately to only find Gendry walking towards him with something in his arms, but Jon couldn't see what it could possibly be. "Gendry..." Jon said in a monotoned voice. "Your grace, I know you're in a hurry, I know...but I thought I should at least give you this before we head into battle...knowing this might be our last night." Gendry walked towards Jon holding a metal breastplate in his arms, he reached Jon and stretched his arms out with the breastplate between.

 Jon looked down at the newly made breastplate and placed his hand on it. He felt the warmth of the metal, straight off from the fire that forged this plate. Jon felt the smoothness of the outer edges, and jaggedness of the sigil in the middle...but this sigil was new, but at the same time old.   Gendry looked down at his creation with a slight smile and then glanced back up at the King's eyes to see what his face might be telling him. "You're Grace, I know you didn't ask for this, but I had some time to build extra armour, and well...this is something else, something I've never made before." Jon couldn't take his eye's off the sigil in the middle. Gendry was right, it is new... but at the same time old. "I started making a standard Targaryen sigil, but then I thought....why just one house, why not two? So I decided to combined both House Targaryen and House Stark into one sigil. And that is where you came in, you are the person who I thought represented it." Gendry glanced back up at the King's eyes worried of his reaction, Gendry got a little flustered and continued, "you know, because of your lineage of course...your Grace." Jon took a deep breath and had a slight smile while feeling the sigil. Jon then glanced up at Gendry, and gave him a huge smile. "Thank you, Gendry. You are truly talented." Gendry smiled back at Jon, and replied, "Well, your sister gave me some inspiration, so I guess she is to thank as well." Jon laughed a bit at Gendry's comment about Arya and also smiled at the thought of his sister accepting his Targaryen blood.

Jon looked quickly down at the armour and then back up at Gendry, Jon asked, "May I?" Gendry still smiling at the armour in awe of what he had created, but then looked back up at Jon a little late, "oh yes...of course, it is all yours." Jon unclasped his Stark breast plate that he has worn ever since he was named King in the North. He placed the Stark breastplate on the table beside him, and then grabbed the newly made breastplate out of Gendry's arms, and clasped it onto himself. Once the new breastplate was securely on, and he grasped Long claw from his side, Jon smiled at Gendry one last time and then headed out through the doors of the Great Hall and into the midst of winter storm that was brewing outside. As Jon walked through the battlement lines to his post in the front of the charge, he looked down at his new breastplate and thought to himself... why hasn't he worn an armour like this before, he was not only fighting for his Stark family home and family, but he was also fighting for his Targaryen wife, child and his own Targaryen blood as well. 

Inside the bed chambers of Daenerys, your could hear her screams echoing through the empty halls of Winterfell. Arya stood watch by the doors inside, while multiple Dorthraki and unsullied were posted outside of her chambers to protect their Queen. Missandei was at Daenerys side holding her hand allowing Dany to squeeze as much as possible, but the Maester kept telling her not to push. The battle had not started yet, and Tyrion kept telling the Master that if she delivers this child now it might be better than waiting until the battle is won or lost. As the Maester and Tyrion are debating about what is the best option for the Queen right now, Missandei tried to keep Daenerys as calm and soothed as possible. Daenerys clenched her belly every time she felt a contraction, and squeezed Missandei's hand as hard as possible whenever she couldn't bare the pain alone. Daenerys shifted her head towards Missandei and said sadly, "Missandei..." Missandei lowered her head down to Dany's level to hear her more clearly. Daenerys continued once Missandei lowered her head,  "I'm so scared," and then once more a contraction came again, and Daenerys' screams filled the room and the halls surrounding.

Jon finally reached the front of lines where Ser Jorah, and Grey Worm stood beside him. Jaime Lannister, and Brienne of Tarth were placed on the left side of the battlements, and Tormund, the Hound, and Gendry could be seen on the right side of the battlements. It was silent, too silent, until the screatches of the dragons filled the air, and their wings shook the ground. All of a sudden Rhaegal landed in front of Jon, while Drogon stayed behind closer to Winterfell. Most of the Stark men jolted back a bit when Rhaegal landed, but Jon stayed firm and walked up to Rhaegal. Jon placed his hand on Rhaegal's scaly nose and talked to him quietly, "I wasn't sure if I would see you again, or your brother." Rhaegal listened closely, and made an almost purring sound a cat would make when they love their owner. Jon looked back at Drogon, with his hand still placed on Rhaegal's nose and then turned back to Rhaegal quietly speaking to him again, "Your mother is alright, but she will need Drogon's protection, as I will need your's tonight. But I will try my hardest to make sure that you two survive tonight, because I am not sure if your mother will be able to live with herself if she losses one of you again." Rhaegal's eyes said everything, from trust to love to hope.

Jon then released his hand from Rhaegal's nose, and turned himself towards the dark vast opening of emptiness in front of him, where he could see thousands of blue specks. The screatches of the wights grew larger every second, Jon didn't waste another moment. He walked  powerfully towards Rhaegals right wing behind him, and placed his hand on the side of his back. Jon climbed and sat on top of the large Dragon's back.

For the first time since the Dragons were born amidst salt and smoke, their mother wasn't here to lead them this night, but Jon Snow was. For the first time Jon Snow wasn't Jon Snow, no...he was truly Aegon Targaryen.

The Blood of the Dragon. The True Heir to the Iron Throne.