Bringing the Dawn

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Jaeron Targaryen

Winterfell, 299AC

Deep down, a part of Jon did not want to leave, and another part of him did not want Howland to arrive. It was an incredibly selfish thought, but Winterfell was all he knew. It was all he thought he would know apart from perhaps the Wall. A piece of him still felt like Jon Snow, the scared little bastard boy who was constantly sneered at in the corridors and was noticeably shunned by the Lady. Yet now, there was no turning back. He cannot go back to when his life was simple, it was simply far too dangerous. Not only for him, but for his siblings and his father. Over the past few days, he had gotten peace with still considering Ned and the Stark kids his siblings and his father.

He would never get to meet his own siblings; both were murdered when Lyanna was still pregnant with him. Two babes that were way too young to cause any issue yet Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon carried out the horrid act anyway. No, today was his last day as the bastard son of Lord Eddard Stark. From tomorrow, he would be the last legitimate son of Rhaegar Targaryen, a son nobody knew existed apart from a select few. He did not feel ready to make the leap from bastard to King, which was why Catelyn had been drilling him on basic courtesies that was expected of a noble.

Yes, he knew the absolute basics in case he came face to face with another noble, but now he was a noble himself. He had to learn how to act like one, talk like one, and lead like one. Robb had been helping him by allowing him to shadow when carrying out the acting Lord duties, but it likely wouldn't prove to be useful to him. Whether he liked it or not, Jon was a royal. Not only a royal, he had the highest claim out of everyone. If he is to one day reveal himself, he will need to be able to have a mind sharper than a sword. To become someone prepared for the slightest inconvenience to deadly inconveniences. Someone who could strategize if this were the case to always remain at the top of the board.

It was something he never thought he would have to do, and he will have to learn quickly. All other Lords and royals have had decades of experience, whereas he has had a few days. Silently, he was glad he was someone who was a quick learner. He had been sending ravens back and forth with Aemon and Benjen to alert them to his arrival, this being his first tactic he was going to use. If something does happen, no one will think to look for him as they will assume he is dead. This will give him an advantage, whilst he would be staying in Greywater Watch with Howland, Jyana, and his children. He had yet to learn their names. Someone that was relatively central in Westeros, only a day's ride away from the Riverlands and the Vale.

"Have you finished packing everything?"

He snapped his head up to face Robb who also had a grimace on his normal jovial expression.

"Just about. Only the sword and then need to find a way to get these two into the cages Maester Luwin leant me. I've already tried but they did not take kindly to it."

The older chuckled at this before eyeing the dragons. It was alarming how quickly they were growing. They were now more than double the size they were when they had hatched, and Rhaegon had begun breathing fire. Granted, it was only a small stream of flame, but it was still fire. The blue one waddled over and climbed up Robb's leg to perch on his shoulder, her weight taking him off guard. With the door locked, Jon slid out the sword from under his bed and covered the noticeable hilt with some contraption Luwin had asked Mikken to make. The blacksmith had found the request odd, but he did so anyway when Catelyn gave him a stern glare. He had the real sheath inside his suitcase and had Dark Sister in a bashed in sheath he had taken from the armoury. No one would think he carried the legendary blade of Visenya Targaryen in that. It was clipped on to his hip not long after before he eyed his dragons.

"Now, I need to trap them. This is not going to be pretty at all."

Robb hesitantly went up to remove Lyrax from his shoulder but she simply clamped down harder causing him to wince. She wasn't clawing enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to bruise.