The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

Episode 4: Sides Of A Coin Part 2

Jon

Jon could not push out Daenerys' words to him, of her begging him to remain quiet. It was nearly impossible when he himself could barely find it as the truth. If he were honest with himself, he did and did not want to tell the truth. 

   There was no one to help him, no one but Vaerya. Only she was the only other one to have heard of his revelation, and for some reason he could not see or understand, Jon felt compelled to ask her for guidance. Vaerya was not his lover, but she was his aunt and family, enough for him to put his trust into her grasp. 

   After all, she was the only one who he trusted the most. 

   It took him nearly the rest of the day for him to reach a decision, and when he did, he found her alone on the stone pathway, staring at the horizon mixed with hues of orange and pink and blue. Jon was aware she was with child, though he never mentioned it. Though even pregnant, she looked radiant with her snow-white hair glistening like a shiny jewel.

   Vaerya seemed to have noticed his presence and remained to where she was. She simply raised her head, eyes locked at the sun setting in the far east. "When I was little, our brother, Viserys, told me of what Dragonstone looked like. He reminisced about a lone kingdom with walls twice the size of the ones in Kings Landing, and ragged stone pathways trailing from the beach."

   She then spun her head to Jon, glancing at the place she struggled to call home. "What could a little girl think of such a description at the age of six? I could only imagine such a kingdom, dozens of dragons airborne with such size you could hear them across the Narrow Sea." 

   Jon gave her a nod. Though he never once asked himself as a boy what a dragon was, he often listened in to his sisters' questions of them to their father. He said the last dragon died a century ago, small, feeble, and sickly. It lived no more than a few years, and even then, he knew it to be no more than the size of a cat. But not once did Dragonstone ever come to mind. 

   "I'd say it's what we all want; to fly away from the hellish lives we've been forced to live." He said as he glanced over his shoulder to Dragonstone. 

   "Fate is a cruel thing to us all, Jon Snow." He looked at her as she said his false name. She continued. "But we all have a choice. We can run, or we can face it, whatever it may be. And you certainly cannot run from this one."

   Her nephew gave a dejected sigh. Of course, she knew what he had in mind. She was always a step ahead of him.

   He nodded. "If I am capable of accepting my true name and birth, why must others struggle to do the same?" He asked.

   "People who have not lived your life precisely will never truly understand you. They will question your decisions, your loyalty; either to them, or to their competitors. And unless you make a decision upon your choosing, neither side will ever see eye-to-eye." 

   Vaerya then drew in a sharp breath, hand pressing against her belly. Jon tore his gaze away, though he caught himself staring at her for a few moments. Despite the growing babe that rested within her womb, the mother never seemed to be weakened or weary. Vaerya only showed her true self; proud, wise, and kind. Jon respected the hell out of her for it. 

   The pain then eased and Vaerya sighed. "I suppose my sister has already spoken to you about your identity." He nodded again. "She didn't seem pleased of you telling it to your family, did she?"

   Jon shook his head. "Let me ask you something, then. Do you want to rule?"

   "No. I never will, never wanted to."