Bringing the Dawn

VIII.

Robb Stark

Winterfell, 299AC

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 go up in ashes at some point. It was a known fact not to anger either a Targaryen or a Stark, so who knows what the result would be to anger a mixture of both. Dragons are known for their destruction but also for their greatness, wolves are known for a quiet nature but a vicious temper. Yet 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, the documents proving this. It was a name he had not heard before but it did sound Valyrian. Everyone would've expected that if Rhaegar ever did have another child he would name it Visenya considering he had named his other children after the original three monarchs. But Jaeron wasn't a girl, but surely he would've named him with a name beginning with V? 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 the letter that his cousin had let him read after he had unless his aunt had disclosed this information to Ned. Catelyn was still sheet white as she eyed the tiny creatures perched on her nephew'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.

"You really are a dragonwolf aren't you 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 steel grey and only in some lighting they appeared lilac. Yet now, they were straight up 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!"

His own eyes widened as he carefully took the dragons off his shoulders who both immediately began whining at this, clearly wanting to be with him. He walked over to a mirror and took in his appearance. He could only gulp when he realised his cousin 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 a bright purple.

"We need to send a letter to Ned, now."

Both boys nodded at Catelyn's 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, and it would be years before they would be large enough to cause damage. Robb doubted he 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 an absolute 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 her gaze met Robb's. Hesitantly, he held his hand out in case she came over to him. She chirped a few times before hissing in fear, but she did go over to him to sniff him. Her scales were warm, but not to a painful amount. The scales were hard to the touch, but now that he was looking at her closely, noticed she 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, the older 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 Catelyn came up with, but that would not explain the fact they were grey beforehand never mind the small creatures.