Fire Meets Ice

Aegon Targaryen

A/N: I changed the colour of Jon's eyes :) You'll see.

Hope you enjoy.

-Jon-Daenerys-

"My mother?" Jon choked out. "How would you know who my mother is?!" he shouts.

Bran remains emotionless. "I am the three eyed raven, I see the past, the present and glimpses of possible futures. Some of which would see the end of the realms future." He says, giving a look to Daenerys which makes Jon clench his hand into a fist.

"So, who is my mother Bran?" Jon asks, preparing himself.

Bran turns his eyes back to Jon. "Your mother...is Lyanna Stark."

After a few moments of silence, "What?!" Jon almost yells, echoing his thoughts. "That's ridiculous! Father would never-"

"Your father is not Ned Stark, Jon." Bran interrupts.

He is about to shout how that doesn't make any sense, how that isn't possible...when it clicks...his connection to Rhaegal...his connection to Dany...

As realisation faces Jon, the others in the room start to realise as well.

"Rhaegar Targaryen is your father Jon." Bran informs, still no emotion in his empty eyes.

Jon slumps back in his chair, he hears talking, shouting even, but it gets drowned out by the ringing in his ears, his heart beating so fast and hard he could hear it through the high-pitched tone.

He starts to really think, that would mean...he was born of rape...the very thought makes him want to throw up. His father kidnapped his mother...and raped her...he was a product of rape...that started a war.

Through the ringing and his heart beating, he only heard one voice as it called his name, he slowly turned to her, tears in his eyes threatening to fall.

Her eyes were glassy with tears as well, she reached her hand out, which he grabbed and gave a squeeze, then allowed the tear to fall.

"Jon...listen...Bran isn't finished." Dany says softly.

Jon turns back to Bran. "So I am a Targaryen bastard...born from rape-"

"No. Rhaegar annulled his marriage to Elia Martell...and married Lyanna in a secret ceremony in dawn. Lyanna died giving birth to you, she gave you to Ned to raise. Your real Name is Aegon Targaryen....and you are the heir to the iron throne."

Jon let go of Dany's hand and stood up, he needed to get out of this room, he felt like the walls were collapsing on him, his breathing was weak and shaky. The ringing came back much more intense, he felt like collapsing, but he managed to stagger towards the door.

He walked through Winterfell in a dizzy daze, his head screaming for release...everything was closing in on him, he couldn't breathe, his heart was pounding in his chest.

He staggered outside, into the snow. He then fell to his knees and grabbed his head, the headache intensifying. He wanted to throw up.

The ringing grew louder and louder each passing moment. He screamed in pain at the feeling. He felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, pushing him into the ground.

He wasn't a bastard, he never was. He was a trueborn Targaryen prince, destined to be King, the throne of swords was rightfully his...he wasn't a Snow...

The headache refused to disappear; tears were falling down his face into the cold snow.

Then somebody kneeled down in front of him, he met her gorgeous eyes and the ringing started to fade...she placed her gloved hands on his cheeks and the headache subsided.