Blogional asked for a Lyanna Live adn is teh lady of Dragonstone, now Lyanna isn’t the Lady of Dragonstone in this but she does live and her and Jon travel North to see the starks. Might make this a series, Ill see how I go
Winterfell was a formidable castle, dark and covered in the shadows of
winter’s clouds. Jon Targaryen sat on his black stallion, a gift from his now
deceased father The King of the Nine Kingdoms, and stared up at the castle. He
felt like it stared back at him, judging him for his southern clothes, southern
accent and southern horse. Nothing about him was Northern, he wasn’t born into
snow and his face while rarely smiling didn’t hold the deep frown that was so
popular amongst the North.
His mother rode upside him, ever the Northerner, her horse a brown Clydesdale
fitted into the back drop of winter so well Jon could have sworn she had never
left the north. She had wrapped herself in furs and worn leather. She
smiled at the castle and took a deep breath of the frozen air.
Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.
my favourite thing about jon possibly having a targaryen name is that when lyanna told ned he was probs like ‘… ok sis that’s cool but…. how the fuck am i meant to hide jahaerys jacarys jalapeno the third from robert with that name?’
All hail Jon, First of his Name, of House Targaryen and House Stark, the White Wolf, the Prince that was Promised, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, the First Men and the North, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm. The Song of Ice and Fire. Long may he reign.