Bringing the Dawn [IN EDITING]

***VIII.

Robb Stark

Winterfell, 300 AC

There were no words that would sum up everything that had happened. But there was one thing that was certain. The world as they all knew it, was going to burn to ashes soon. The last time dragons existed there was a war which tore Westeros apart and also were the very things that aided in connecting the Seven Kingdom's together in the first place. Known for their destruction but also for their greatness, and here was Jon sitting on his bed with his white direwolf curled at the bottom of the furniture whilst two dragons were perched on his shoulders. Deep down, ever since his father had told him the truth, Robb had a shred of hope that it wasn't true. He desperately wanted to go back to when the pack was all together and Jon was still his brother. Or was it Jaeron?

That was his birth name, not a name he had heard before but it did sound Valyrian. Normally families took the tradition of naming everyone in the family after an ancestor or a close friend. As far as he knew, there had never been another Jaeron in House Targaryen but there might've been prior to Lord Freeholder Aenar fleeing Valyria. Perhaps he hadn't been named by Rhaegar and had been named solely by Lyanna. This was something he would never get an answer to as it wasn't in any of the letters that he had let him read after he had unless his aunt had disclosed this information to his father. Turning to his mother who was still sheet white as she eyed the tiny creatures perched on Jon's shoulders, something Robb was sure he also was but the younger wasn't saying anything regarding it. He himself looked terrified of what had happened.

"There's no denying it now is there, cousin?"

Even now, weeks later, calling him cousin didn't sit right with him. He looked up and stared at him, but the second Robb's eyes landed on his, he jumped back in shock. Before, his eyes had been lilac up close but normally appeared grey in the dim lighting common throughout Winterfell. Yet now, they were a bright purple. There would be no hiding it now.

"Robb?"

He asked him curiously what it was that took him by surprise, fully expecting it to be one of the dragons.

"Jon, your eyes! They're purple!"

He watched as Jon frowned before carefully taking the dragons off his shoulders who both immediately began whining at this, clearly wanting to be with him. He walked over to a looking glass and took in his appearance. He could only gulp when he realised he was telling the truth. There was still a thin ring of lilac there, but instead of the steel grey they typically were apart from this they were now as bright as the larkspur flowers that grew in the glass gardens.

"We need to send a letter to your father, now."

Both nodded at his mothers words as she stood up and left the room. The dragons began flapping their wings but due to how young they were, they were unable to fly just yet. They wouldn't be able to for a few weeks at least. Robb doubted Jon would ever use them to cause damage unless he had no choice but to do so, and even then he would look for ways out of it. For him, it would be a last resort. The older carefully sat down on the bed where Jon joined him soon after, the silver one immediately clambering back to him. The blue one- Lyrax- was a bit more curious and its gaze met Robb's. Hesitantly, he held his hand out in case it came over to him. Chirping a few times before hissing in fear, but did go over to him to sniff him. The scales were warm, but not to a painful amount. The scales were hard to the touch, but now that he was looking at the tiny creature closely, noticed it wasn't wholly the one colour. There were flecks of grey in there as well, but it was very minimal.

"I can't stay here, can I?"

The words came out of the youngers mouth almost broken, clearly terrified of the implications this was going to cause. Initially, he opened his mouth to assure him he could stay here, but then he thought on it. It would be almost impossible to hide two dragons in Winterfell. Yes, the castle was large and the crypts weaving a massive maze underneath. That would be the best place to keep them, but there's no saying just how large they will grow. Then there was the change in eye colour. A feature that was strictly to those with Valyrian ancestry apart from only a few families. All but one being known. They could've gone by the bastard story his mother came up with, but that would not explain the fact they were lilac beforehand never mind the small creatures.