Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 86:

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After the little incident with Lady Stark, we continued the introductions, Sansa's among them, she smiled and hugged me thanking me for saving her family, and wished me a happy marriage, that was unexpected, as for Robb, he was between a thin line of wanting to protect his mother and knowing she fucked up.

After that really uncomfortable moment, we went to a private room to discuss a few certain things.

For one, Jon wanted to tell me something that he said was really important, and considering he was in the wall recently I can already tell what, Ned, on the other hand, wanted to discuss our alliance, and his son betrothal, which we had accepted but under the condition, the arrangement could be broken at any given time if Dacey deemed the boy unworthy of her time.

On my part, I wanted to discuss and start planning our strategy against the Lannister's.

"Father, King Ronard, winter is coming," Jon said with a dreadful look on his face, fear very prominent on his entire self, confirming my suspicions.

"And??" Oberyn inquired, "Summer is coming and you don't see me crying,"

I chuckled, turning to Jon letting him I wanted him to continue.

"I saw them, the white walkers from the stories, they are coming," Jon said, his expression filled with a deep fear that somehow was overruled by his strong sense of duty.

"Jon, that's a child's story," Ned Stark said with a worried expression his son was going crazy.

"No, it's not," I said before Jon could even defend himself.

"Elaborate," Oberyn inquired with a serious expression, he knew I rarely joked or messed around.

"It's one of the main reasons I decided to get the crown because alone we stand no chance against the army of the death," I sighed, for the first part I had no idea how strong the night king was and secondly his army was probably bigger than mine as of now. Jon was surprised and relieved I believed him while Ned was mostly confused, "Dragons are real, magic is real, the white walkers are if you think about it pretty believable,"

"How do you know they are real?" Ned inquired, I could see on his face he didn't believe me.

"The same reason fire doesn't work on me," I answered, it was partly a lie, but it would get the job done, "The same way I knew how to hatch the dragon eggs, and the same way I knew you would die if I didn't save you,"

"How?" Oberyn inquired.

"The God of Light or R'hllor," I sighed, I didn't like giving him credit for all of that, but when in doubt how to explain something use the default option, faith.

"I didn't considered you to be the religious type," Oberyn said tilting his head, and he was right for the most part, I fucking hated the gods of this world.

"I'm not, fuck this God, he put a bunch of responsibilities on me, and all he gave me for this important mission was the ability to survive the one thing the others, don't use, fire," I spat, like for real, make me ice-resistant or something, yes the fire thing helped me to hatch the dragons but besides that, it would be a useless skill.

"A god told you?" Ned said with a tone that said, I don't believe jack of what you are saying.

"I know it's hard to believe, but I have proof," I sighed, knowing the best way to make them believe me was showing them something so hard to dismiss they would have to accept my word as facts, "Let's try and burn me shall we?"

"Well now this is interesting," Oberyn commented with a chuckle.

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It was time to show the world that I couldn't be burned and that fear would at least make the white walkers/God story sound less crazy, so with that in mind, I proceeded, ordering a servant to set a campfire outside, once the fire was set, I put my naked hand on the fire for five minutes.

"This is... interesting," Oberyn muttered, looking at my hand with complete shock, seeing how the fire burned the wood but left my hand intact, "Impressive, only the Targaryens were known for this uncommon feat.... and not even all of them, it was said that just some privileged bunch among them were blessed with Dragon blood and like you had this unique fireproof ability,"

"Well, I'm no Targaryen," I chuckled, my hand still on the fire.

"Impressive," Jon added looking at my hand closely.

"That much is true," Oberyn chuckled.

Turning around, I noticed something that I didn't expect, Ned Stark was worried terrified, his eyes fixated on my hand, but I could see it wasn't the fact I couldn't be burned that worried him, but something else that bothered him.

And then it hit me, what was happening through his head was Jon.

He must have tried this with Jon at some point in his life when he was a baby or something, either that or Jon touched fire by mistake and this situation is putting him on an edge.

"But there is a Targaryen among us," I smiled, giving Oberyn a look.

Oberyn's eyes widened in surprise as he immediately put all the dots together, the fact that we had come to save Jon, and that I promised him he wouldn't die.

"I never expected that of the honorable Wolf, to betray his friend that hard. Oh, this is priceless," Oberyn laughed, his eyes glued on Jon.

Ned Stark was at this point sweating which was by itself very hard considering the temperature around us, "I don't know what."

"Ned, it's okay, I won't hurt him," I sighed, if there was someone I wanted to be a Lord was Jon, he had no ambition, and was loyal as fuck.

"Who, what is going on?" Jon asked, looking at his father.

"You," I pointed at Jon.

"Me, no I'm a bastard," Jon said with the utmost confidence of what he was saying.

"Nope, your father is actually your uncle," This comment made Ned tense up, "Your mother was Lyanna Stark and your father was,"

"Rhaegar Targaryen," Oberyn finished for me, "It all makes sense now, Ned Stark breaking his oaths? That was hard to believe, but him lying was even harder to believe, we always assumed Jon's mother was Ashara Dayne, but even that was far fetched,"

"Father, tell me is a lie...or a joke of bad taste.please?" Jon said confusion, doubts, and uncertainty on his eyes, he was starting to believe our words had some merit.

"You won't hurt him?" Ned inquired ignoring Jon.

"Never, I mean. if he tries to hurt me then yes but otherwise, we are good," and that was the truth, I would never hurt Jon just because he had Targaryen blood, because of how he was raised, I knew I could trust him.

"Father." Jon was on the verge of melting down, his emotions fluctuating like a Christmas light.

"It's true Jon," Ned said with a faint smile, "Know that this doesn't change anything, I love you, and you will always be my son, know that I didn't want to lie to you, but it was the only way to save you, to keep you out of Robert's sight,"

"All this time my mother was right underneath us. and I." Jon said with tears rolling down his face, "All this time I thought I was a mistake. an error something that shouldn't have existed."

"Jon I," Ned Stark said approaching to try and hug the crying man.

"You let everyone hurt me!" Jon shouted anger finally taking over, "Lady Stark, Theon, everyone in the household, you let them treat me like trash! And the worst part was that I felt like I deserve it why? You could've told Lady Stark at least,"

"To be fair with him, Lady Stark is not the smartest gal around, so it was wise of him to not tell her, then again I don't really know if she knows how to keep a secret," While it was true Ned managed his situation quite badly, he didn't do everything badly, my experiences with Lady Stark say she would've killed Jon by telling her sister or something.

"Shut up!" Jon cried out.

"Hey, I know right now you are going through an emotional moment and all, but try that again, and I will introduce you to the ground, and believe me, your relationship with it, will be intimate," I warned Jon.

"I will steal that phrase," Oberyn said as he wrote what I said on a piece of paper.

"Let's give them a moment," I sighed, deciding to let the two wolves talk their shit out, "I have a feeling that if I stay I will end up beating the crap out of an emotional teen and I know I will feel bad about later,"

"Fair enough," Oberyn chuckled, following me close behind.

*Caw! We will stay! Caw!*

*Caw! This is too good to miss!*

*I bet motherfucker A will punch motherfucker B! Caw*

.....Was that a Raven with a black coat and an eye patch