Ice and Fire Blooded

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Lyanna nodded, wanting to put all the horrible rumors about she and Rhaegar to rest. “I do. Your father was Rhaegar Targaryen, but the rumors spread by Robert Baratheon and the others weren’t true. Rhaegar loved your mother, and she loved him, very much.”

She looked down, biting her lower lip. “And…and your mother…she didn’t die. She stayed away, to protect you.”

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This was all too much to take in. What if he was being naive? Trying to see the best in others always was his weakness. It was what got him killed in the first place. He wasn’t a cold or cruel leader. He wanted to believe he was of true born blood, but he still be a bastard unless his parents wed in secret.

“Where’s your proof.” There needed to be something...a hidden record of his birth.

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Going to have to wait til tomorrow to get to the rest of my drafts. I have opening shift tomorrow. 

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Lyanna waited for the men to leave the room to speak. She clasped her hands in front of her, hoping if she gripped them tight enough he wouldn’t see her shaking. He needed to know, it wasn’t fair to him that she was around and he had no idea.

“Lord Eddard loved your mother very much,” Lyanna began. “But not in the way you think. He promised that he would take care of you wand watch over you, but…that was because your mother was his sister. Lord Eddard was not your father, Your Grace.”

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It made sense. Why would his Father- or with this information his Uncle not tell him Lyanna was his mother. Now, the question is who was his Father. Had he been the product of Rhaegar raping her? There was too many questions about his parentage. “Then who is my Father? Do you know?”

Jon didn’t know what to believe anymore. Something about this woman made him trust her. 

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Nymeria followed him into the castle, as he shut the door, she set down her bag before turning back towards the dark haired back. “The Lord of Light.” She spoke without fear in her voice, verses others who would whisper about the old one.

   “Jon – Have you heard of the great Nymeria? Thousands of years ago, she was a great warrior queen.” She raised an eyebrow, hoping that he would know, instead of seeming like a complete crazy. 

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Another one who worshiped this God. “Yes.” Was the only thing he said. The Red Priestess who brought him back to life worshiped this Lord. The Same Priestess killed his cousin Princess Shireen. He didn’t know what to make of it or religion in general. Everyone depended on the Gods. He always depended on himself.

“My little sister loved her. Nymeria Sand the Warrior Queen.” She was proof bastards could rise. The Bastard of Winterfell was on his way of rising in the North. “What of The Lord of Light?”

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At the sight of him, Nymeria jumped down from the horse but kept the grip on the reins. “I am Queen Nymeria – I think we may have a… common friend that needs to be discussed.” She nodded slightly, glancing at the stranger who came to take the horse before turning back to Jon. “We should discuss him in private, I do not believe others would understand.”

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“Perhaps we should.” Jon couldn’t think of anyone in particular that came to mind. He knew she was referring to an enemy. The Stark has plenty of enemies. They just disintegrated the Boltons. According to rumors, Ramsay did that himself before the battle. 

 Once they entered Winterfell’s castle. Jon closed the door behind them to an empty room. “What common friend do we share?”

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          The Iron born didn’t particularly care for bastard children. They still could work, no matter what their title was. Jon snow was no different. He was still a man who ended up being the lord commander at Castle black. She had heard about how much of a good swords men he was, how he lived with her brother. The brother who betrayed his family. She was rather cautious of him. Not sure how he would react to her, knowing that she was Theon’s sister.

          “ So, Lord commander Snow. What gives me the pleasure of seeing you. “ She kept her eyes narrow and her brows creased, waiting for him to respond.

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“A number of things.” Her Uncle took her throne, and was planning to take the North. If they didn’t see the Bolton’s as they’re King. Euron was no different. “I’ll help take back your home. If The Dragon Queen you’re in alliance with can help me and the rest of the Houses in the North protect it from The Others. We need dragon glass, and lots of it.  I’ve seen the Night King with my own eyes, I fought White Walkers during my days at Castle Black beyond the wall. I’m not the only one.”

Jon didn’t mention Theon. Sansa told him what he did in return to protect his younger brothers. Rickon was lost to them recently, and Bran. He didn’t know if he was alive or dead. 

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She nodded at his words, feeling a fresh wave of grief wash over her. Her older brother was dead, and she hadn’t been able to say goodbye. The last time they had seen one another was the Tower of Joy, and that was ages ago…the same for the man that stood before her.

“It…it’s about your mother. The secret Ned…Lord Eddard kept from you.”

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Jon looked upon the others in the room with him, and the dark haired woman. “May we have the room.” He said, so it was just the two of them. If his father never told a soul, not even him. The secret must still be kept. This was his parentage. He questioned if his mother was really a whore at times. He still kept a distance from brothel women just in case. 

“What do you know about my Mother?”

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  Nymeria was on her way to the North, the people who brought her back insisted she stay with them but once hearing of another who was brought back from the dead she needed to meet them. It was a long trip but she made it to the gates of the castle eventually. Nymeria looked out of place among people covered in many layers and pale, she was tan and in less layers, mostly because she didn’t feel like carrying all of the attire.

    Once she was let through the gates, she glanced around the people surrounding her and spoke up, still on top of her horse.

     “I am looking for Jon Snow –”

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Word traveled that a woman was looking for him outside the castle. Jon put on his winter cloak, and walked out to meet her, followed by two men. She obviously wasn’t from the North. He approached her, stating his name.

“I’m Jon Snow. Who is looking for me?” 

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            But House Mormont remembers. The North remembers. We know no king but the King in the North whose name is Stark. I don’t care if he’s a b*st*rd. Ned Stark’s blood runs through his veins. He’s my king from this day until his last day.

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“ I and the people of Bear Island are grateful, Your Grace. ” A GHOST of a smile crossed her features, and the little bear gave a bow of the head. The offer was not something she would soon forget, and she knew that in the coming months, the Northern houses would have to band together to face the inevitable. WINTER had finally come. “Now more than ever, we must lean on each other when we need to. It is the only way we will SURVIVE. ”

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“Please, call me Jon.” ‘Your Grace’ was something he was not use too. Being the King of the North was a status he never thought he’d be proclaimed as. He was going to have to get use to it, sooner or later. “I agree, the North is not an easy place to live. We must support each other’s houses as best we can.”

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Just got home from work a half hour ago. I’m tired. I will wait until tomorrow to do drafts.

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“Killed because of me,” Lyanna knew that much, though much of the Sack of King’s Landing was still a mystery. “And because of Rhaegar,” She added softly finally looking away from the statue. “I know I can offer nothing to prove who I am, but…I am Lyanna Stark.”

She took a deep breath thinking her son. She had to find him, had to know his fate, “I must find a boy…A man, perhaps a little younger than you,” She said assuming that Jon was conceived with Ned and Ashara long before she left for the Tower. “His name is Jaehaerys. I can’t know what surname he is using. Possibly Snow o-or Blackfyre,” She paused. “Or Targaryen,” Rhaegar had always planned to legitimize their son. Perhaps it was possible that one had. Though her boy had been dark featured when he was born, she had been sure that would change. Ned could never have hidden a Targaryen here.

“You don’t know that for sure. The King was mad. He wanted to burn the whole of Kings Landing.” Jon said, attempting to reassure her present guilt in her voice. 

“My Father never spoke of a boy with that name. He never even told me who my mother was. He swore he would tell me about her the next time we met. He was killed before that ever happened.” Jon explained, looking up at Eddard Stark’s statue in the crypt. “I’m the only Snow that I know of. My father only told me I was born in the South. Since I grew up in Winterfell, he gave me the last name Snow.” He looked at her when he mentioned the Targaryens. “The only Targaryen that gets spoke of is Daenerys. The Dragon Queen across the narrow sea.”

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“It was your decision to accept their proclamation.” Euron could see that bastard comments wouldn’t get him anywhere. He would have to try something else. “Ha. What does it matter if I’m not the King of the North to those who serve it? They’ll accept my reign when my Ironborn land on the North and conquer the region.”

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“I accepted it to keep my siblings name intact to their rightful home.” He didn’t accept for greed or power. People looked to him as a leader. That was fine in his eyes. Someone had to take the responsibility, even if he didn’t like it much. He couldn’t deny he was good at it. “The Others are coming. I’ve seen the Night King with my own eyes.” Euron’s threat was the last thing on his mind. That war would come in time. Not before The Others tried to pass South of the wall.

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