The bells rang.
And Jon felt a calm inside his heart after Ser Jaime's succesfull mission to ring the bells in order for the Lannisters to surrender.
"It's over." Jon said with joy. "We've won boy." He told Drogon.
The dragon only roared at the sound of the bells while the Allied army led by Ser Davos was preparing to accept the Lannister surrender... all but the Unsullied.
Jon watched every move of Grey Worm, making sure that he doesn't go on a bloodlust vengance but he was denied by Drogon from time to time turned his head towards Jon with an angry.
"What is it?" Jon asked.
Something is wrong. Jon thought while the huge black beast roared and snaped at everyone in the city as if... as if he has his own conscious.
Jon tried to calm the dragon down but suddenly Drogon took flight and started to burn down everything its path and Jon was shocked and realized that the dragon is acting on Daenerys's command.
"No!" Jon tried to stop him. "No, Drogon stop!"
He shouted at the dragon without succes and glimpsed down at city streets and saw how the Unsullied and Dothraki how they started to butcher the men, women and... even little children.
"No, Drogon stop!" he shouted at dragon but it didn't listen.
"Drogon, please!" he started to begg the dragon and started to cry at the horror he is just witnessing.
Is this what it means to be a Targaryen? Jon asked himself. If it is, why does it feel so wrong?
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Assasins, Dragons and Wolves
FanfictionAfter Jon revealed to his sisters that he is actually the lawful son of Rheagar and Lyanna, Arya took to join Daenerys' forces on Dragonstone in disguisse to protect her family.
