Jon. I would presume he is a Snow, on account of your shared lord father?
[ aemond knows of the bastard names well. it is why he insults rhaenyra's own by calling them lords strong; if the truth were ever acknowledged on its face, they would be rivers, no claim to any land or title or even legacy beyond what they have borrowed.
the targaryens have their own bastards. blackfyres, few of them ever known on account of their challenge to the throne. a targaryen bastard is dragonseed, and dragonseed has claim to dragons. what greater proof of heritage is there than that? ]
Would you consider describing him to me? And his dragon?
Yes, Jon Snow. He was named for Jon Arryn, my father's great friend. My father never spoke of his mother, but returned from war with him.
[ true, even though sansa knows his real origins, now.
she doesn't think this is about that, anyway. ]
I have not the look of a Stark. I have my mother's looks, her hair and features. Jon has the look of my father's kin - black of hair, dark of eyes, like my sister Arya.
He is a man of honour. He and my brother Robb were close in age, and as children they were the best of friends. For some time we were separated, when I was taken South, and Jon went North to join the Night's Watch. Years later when I found him there, he looked so much like my father. He is serious, kind, caring. Perhaps to a fault. Stubborn, foolish in the way that brothers are. I would give much to see him now.
[ she pauses, staring at the words. he would tell her that it is alright, and that she would see home again, and that he would keep her safe. she would not believe him, but she would like to hear it anyway. ]
Rhaegal, the dragon. My eyes have seen only two living dragons, Rhaegal and his brother Drogon. Their look was similar - large, horned all around their faces. Drogon was the larger, but both were very large, much more so than the bones of the others I saw in King's Landing. His scales were mostly green, with yellow beneath his wings.
[ he had wondered about her distinctly tully features, bearing few if none of the famed severeness that starks are said to look. a dour and frowning lot, he'd heard said at court many times — but you would find no other house so known for fealty and honour.
the targaryens have their dragons. the starks have their word. aemond understands why the north is slow to seek a marriage with the dragons for their own.
a dragon's love is a fickle thing, the smallfolk would say. few would know how deep a dragon's loyalty goes for one of its own, and perhaps that's a truth best kept within the family. ]
A green dragon would be a lovely sight. Mine own Vhagar is such a colour, but shadowed with black instead of yellow. This Drogon, Daenerys rides him, does she not? Dragons grow the more they fly, and faster with a rider to mind them.
I know it is not much, to say this here where we cannot find those who we love and speak our truths to them, but your Jon — were he to find his way here we would not spurn him. He is dragonseed, dragonblood. Perhaps one of the last remaining by your account and Daenerys' own.
Were there truly no signs of his Targaryen blood in his features? He is like Jacaerys?
He is much like Jacaerys, in truth. Even his curls were of a similar length. None of us would have guessed at Targaryen blood. I presume that Jacaerys takes after his father?
[ she likes jace very much, but she does not think this is something she should ask him. she suspects it would be a difficult topic, as it always had been for jon. ]
Daenerys rode Drogon, this is true. Neither of the dragons much liked their time at Winterfell, though I wonder now if it was winter itself that bothered them.
[ winter, and what had come south with it. ]
Did you ever come North, yourself? Have you seen the snow before?
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[ aemond knows of the bastard names well. it is why he insults rhaenyra's own by calling them lords strong; if the truth were ever acknowledged on its face, they would be rivers, no claim to any land or title or even legacy beyond what they have borrowed.
the targaryens have their own bastards. blackfyres, few of them ever known on account of their challenge to the throne. a targaryen bastard is dragonseed, and dragonseed has claim to dragons. what greater proof of heritage is there than that? ]
Would you consider describing him to me? And his dragon?
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[ true, even though sansa knows his real origins, now.
she doesn't think this is about that, anyway. ]
I have not the look of a Stark. I have my mother's looks, her hair and features. Jon has the look of my father's kin - black of hair, dark of eyes, like my sister Arya.
He is a man of honour. He and my brother Robb were close in age, and as children they were the best of friends. For some time we were separated, when I was taken South, and Jon went North to join the Night's Watch. Years later when I found him there, he looked so much like my father. He is serious, kind, caring. Perhaps to a fault. Stubborn, foolish in the way that brothers are. I would give much to see him now.
[ she pauses, staring at the words. he would tell her that it is alright, and that she would see home again, and that he would keep her safe. she would not believe him, but she would like to hear it anyway. ]
Rhaegal, the dragon. My eyes have seen only two living dragons, Rhaegal and his brother Drogon. Their look was similar - large, horned all around their faces. Drogon was the larger, but both were very large, much more so than the bones of the others I saw in King's Landing. His scales were mostly green, with yellow beneath his wings.
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the targaryens have their dragons. the starks have their word. aemond understands why the north is slow to seek a marriage with the dragons for their own.
a dragon's love is a fickle thing, the smallfolk would say. few would know how deep a dragon's loyalty goes for one of its own, and perhaps that's a truth best kept within the family. ]
A green dragon would be a lovely sight. Mine own Vhagar is such a colour, but shadowed with black instead of yellow. This Drogon, Daenerys rides him, does she not? Dragons grow the more they fly, and faster with a rider to mind them.
I know it is not much, to say this here where we cannot find those who we love and speak our truths to them, but your Jon — were he to find his way here we would not spurn him. He is dragonseed, dragonblood. Perhaps one of the last remaining by your account and Daenerys' own.
Were there truly no signs of his Targaryen blood in his features? He is like Jacaerys?
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[ she likes jace very much, but she does not think this is something she should ask him. she suspects it would be a difficult topic, as it always had been for jon. ]
Daenerys rode Drogon, this is true. Neither of the dragons much liked their time at Winterfell, though I wonder now if it was winter itself that bothered them.
[ winter, and what had come south with it. ]
Did you ever come North, yourself? Have you seen the snow before?