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Daenerys's POV
Those words echo throughout my whole body. I could feel my heart starting to race inside my chest. My hands drop to his shoulders while my body feels almost motionless. I could barely say to him, "What? What are you talking about?"
Jon has his eyes down then back to me saying, "I am Rhaegar Targaryen's son. I am your brother's son. I am your nephew. You are my aunt, Daenerys."
I am not sure how to take all of this in. I do know that Jon is not a mad man. He is an honest man and there is no way he would lie about this especially with the way he was earlier and right now. There was no chance that he would lie about this. He has to be telling the truth.
I stare into his eyes. But I'm already starting to see him differently. However my feelings for him are not changing. My family did marry one another many times in the past. My own parents were brother and sister. My own brother considered marrying me but his need for an army to take back the Iron Throne was greater than him and I marrying.
"Jon, I do not know what to make of this right now but I do know one thing. You wanted to know who your mother was and now that you know, what are you going to do?" I ask him. He looks a little surprised by what I said.
"For once, I do not know." I can see that he had tears in his eyes.
I move my hands from his shoulders then hug him slowly. I do my best to contain my emotions in feeling my face become warm as tears begin to flood my eyes. I start to hear him sob when he wraps his arms around me. He buries his face on my shoulder.
I whisper to him, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I cannot even fathom the impact it has on you compared to me now. But I do know how much pain you are in. I felt it. Drogon and Rhaegal felt it as well. It's a terrible pain. I've only ever felt that pain twice in my life and it is a pain I wish no one would have." I rub my hands up and down his back. I know there is nothing I can say that will make it better for him. Jon and I just hold one another.
As we hold one another, I come to realize that Jon and I are literally the only two left in the world, The Last Targaryens. Drogon, Rhaegal, Jon and I are The Last Dragons. He is my family and all that is left of my brother, Rhaegar that I never knew.
I remember telling Jorah and Barristan that I wished I had known Rhaegar and yet here is the only thing left in the world of the brother I never knew. He is the only family aside from my children that I have left and I know that I cannot nor will I lose him. I will do whatever he decides even if it means I cannot be with him the way we were before learning this.
I say the words I never thought I would say again to any other man until this man before me. "Jon, I love you..."
He sobs even more when I say these words to him. "I love you, Jon, no matter what you decide. I will be here for you, I promise." I feel myself embrace him more when I feel a few tears roll down my face.
We remain in our hug after what seems like a lifetime. Jon finally looks at me and tells me, "I need some time to think about this and what to do, Daenerys. I am not sure if I am going to tell my sisters right now but I know that I will tell them. I know that it is a risky to tell them but they are my family all the same as you are."
I nod in agreement to his decision. I know what I am about to ask will probably not help but I want to see if it could. "Ok. There is one thing though. I don't think you should be alone. Would you like to stay with me for a bit?"
Jon takes a few moments to think on his answer then lightly shakes his head yes. We remain holding hands but not like lovers; just holding hands to be here for each other.
Then Jon stands up, taking his cloak and boots off. I rub my hands together before I start to undo my hair and take off my boots also. When done, we lay down on the bed. I was prepared to just be next to him but instead, he gently pulls me into my arms. I do not question it, laying my head on his chest. I can hear his heart beating steady. We both stay awake until nightfall comes.
The entire time we just lay here, I process everything in my head. He is my nephew; he is my brother's son which means he is the heir to the Iron Throne. Jon and I are the last remaining hope of one of the greatest Dynasty this world has ever seen.
Eventually I begin to fall asleep and the last thing I see is Jon resting his head on top of mine and the candle lights throughout my tent.
Jon's POV
I gently brush my fingers through her silver hair, hanging past her shoulder. I quietly get out of the bed, putting my boots back on. I stand up, going over to her fire going. I take some pieces of wood and put them on the fire to help keep it going good while she is asleep. Then I go back over to the bed, I gently pull the fur blankets over Daenerys given it is much colder at night. I sit on the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping.
I lean down and kiss her on her forehead. Then I grab my cloak about to leave her tent however I look at her one last time while she is asleep. I know that whatever I decide, I will keep my word is backing her claim to the Iron Throne. I exhale then leave her tent.
The Dothraki are outside of her tent, they stare at me for a moment. I bow my head to them and they no longer glare at me like they did a moment ago. I put my cloak on then walk away from her camp. I walk the entire way back to Winterfell and on the way in I see Jorah and Missandei come to me.
"The two of you better go to her. She needs the two of you with her now more than ever." I tell him.
"What about you?" Missandei asks, placing her right hand on my arm.
"I do not matter; she is more important right now. Be there for her." I say to them knowing that this will affect her possibly as deeply as me since I know that we will not be able to go back to how we were this morning.
They do not question me and begin to make their way to her camp. I watch them walk out of Winterfell so they can be there for their Queen, but also their friend.
Daenerys's POV
I begin to walk up and see that Jon was gone. However I see that the blankets are covering me and the fire is going good still. He must have done this before leaving. I am about to get out of bed until Missandei and Jorah walk into my tent. And before I even realize what I am feeling, I start to cry in sadness. She walks over and hugs me.
I hug her back and sob knowing that I did lose a part of Jon now. He made me feel things that no other man has and now I do not know if we will ever be together in that way again because of how we are related by blood.
My eyes go to Jorah who is sitting on the edge of the bed and stares at me. He knows full well how I must be feeling right now even not fully aware of what has happened. I would tell them but I have no right to tell him who Jon is. That is his decision and his alone.
Jon's POV
I manage to get to my chambers before anyone could say a word to me or Sansa saw me. The only soul that followed me was Ghost. I take a deep breath in everything that has happened. I rub my hand against my forehead. I grab the wine bottle and pour myself a glass. I know that the last thing I need to do is drink but I do need to find a way to process this while I am alone in my chambers.
I was never a bastard at all since my father and mother were married. This will change everything between Daenerys and I along with my own sisters or technically cousins, Sansa, Arya and Bran. I realize that in learning who I am and I am their son, I am heir to the Iron Throne. A son will always be above a daughter when it comes to any throne of the world. However I could give a shit less about that damn throne. I do not care for it nor will I ever care for it.
I sit down next to the fire going in my chambers and stare at the fire burning in my chambers. Ghost comes and lays down on the floor next to my feet. I lightly smile to him then extend my hand down, letting the top of his head for a few moments.
After a few more pets to Ghost, I go back to looking at the fire. I feel like this fire burning before me, everything will come crumbling down around me if every person here knew about who I really am.
A part of me wants to tell Arya and Sansa but the same time, the other part of me doesn't want to tell them. Then again, Ned Stark kept who I am from the very day I was born to the day his head was cut off. He did not tell anyone; not even his own wife, Catelyn. Should I do what he did?
I drink a good bit of the wine then stare outside the window at the snow falling. I need to figure out what to do and soon. But I do not want to leave my chambers, not knowing if I will just blurt it out to the first person that speaks to me once I leave my chambers.
I start to think that the training yard may help me in some way. There is always some help needed in training, and some fighting will probably help clear my head to figure out what I should do next. I exhale then my eyes go to the reflection I see on the small mirror on the fire mantle above me. I could not even recognize myself anymore. I probably never will again.
Hey everyone. I know this chapter is a bit short however I wanted it to be a chapter that focuses on how they are taking who Jon is, so on. Not brush it off or have them react the way they did in the show. Something different and somewhat emotional. Hope you liked it. Leave a vote and your thoughts in the comment section. Have a good night everyone. :-). - Author's Note - Sincerely, Faith Hammett285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNPxgtcZA6b
