Bringing the Dawn [IN EDITING]

***V.

Jaeron Targaryen

Winterfell, 300 AC

Chaos was the only word that came to mind as they all prepared for the visit. The Lady running around making sure everything was set up correctly with Sansa hot on her heels, Lord Stark making sure everything was accounted for alongside Robb. Bran trying to sneak in an archery lesson which Arya graciously ruined by showing him up by hitting the bullseye. Rickon in his lessons and if the sounds coming from his room were anything to go by- was not enjoying being cooped up being forced to learn with the hustle and bustle of the castle. Then there he was, an outsider like always.

Since it was only the family and Howland Reed who knew the truth about him, he was still being treated as the bastard of Winterfell. Something that he had gotten used to over the years even if it did bother him he couldn't openly enjoy the celebrations with the others. He'd always resented it secretly yet he never spoke up on the matter. He may have Stark blood but he was not a Stark. The night prior he had been called into the Lord's solar for a talk. A talk which turned into an accusations between the pair as he was asked to remain in his rooms as much as possible to avoid any suspicion and something inside him snapped. Demanding answers on if he was embarrassed by him or resented having to raise him the way he did or how they were even in this position to begin with. Lord Eddard had barely spoken a word once he'd started yelling before sighing deeply and giving consent for him to walk around freely if he wished but he would have to remain with the stewards and squires during the feasts. Jon felt awful this morning due to it but the words had been spoken and now there was noticeable tension which was quickly picked up by Robb as they were breaking their fasts. Luckily, he didn't speak up on it to them.

However, he at least had gotten some answers over everything. His uncle had confirmed to him that he had marched with Robert as he genuinely believed that there was foul play involved with his mother alongside wishing to avenge his father and older brother. It wasn't this that was bothering Jon though. It was that he had continued his whole life to paint Robert Baratheon as someone to be looked up to and he cared for deeply. It was obvious that deep down, Ned Stark still hoped some of the boy he grew up with in the Eyrie was still the same, and nobody wanted to dampen this tiny bit of faith he had.

No, Robert Baratheon did not order the deaths of his siblings or Elia, but he also refused to put those who had done the deed on trial and they were still walking free as if they had done nothing of the sort. He had also confirmed that he was the only person to call it out for what it was- cold blooded murder. It had apparently led to a massive confrontation between the new King and the Lord, and his uncle had left the Red Keep in disgust to begin lifting the siege at Storm's End. It was only after his uncle had returned with his mother's bones that the pair had reconciled. Well, today he would see just how shaky the relationship between the two really was. They had already received a report from Winter Town confirming the entourage had been spotted on the horizon, meaning they would be here in a matter of hours.

At least he had one thing going for him. As they were still going by the bastard story, this meant he couldn't be close to the King for courtesy sakes unless he demanded it himself. Hesitantly, he got dressed in his best clothes before eyeing what lay in the corner of his room. He now had the eggs sitting on an open fire which was roaring away silently. With the order given that no one was to come near his rooms until after the visit, he could have them out temporarily. Jon had no idea when they would hatch or even how he was going to get them to hatch, he just knew they were going to do so. Hopefully, it wouldn't happen during this trip because it wouldn't be easy to hide two dragons.

A knocking on his door broke the silence and soon Robb peeked his head inside to let him know they would be there within the next ten minutes. The older knew how the slightly younger felt, and he had offered to listen to him as he got everything out. There's one thing about Jon that bothered people. He does have a short temper, but he also rarely acts on what bothers him. Robb glanced to the fire for a moment before quirking an eyebrow up, the younger simply giving him a stern glare in response. He couldn't have people getting curious with what he had as it would unravel the web of lies his life was currently.