Conquest Of Fire And Blood

Chapter 3: Last Targaryen's

-Jon Snow- Winterfell-

Jon sat in a daze on his bed.

Ned really tried to convince him to take the black? As soon as he said the words Jon's heart had crumbled in his chest.

He couldn't stay here. Winterfell was never his home and it never would be.

Where could he go though?

He didn't belong anywhere...with anyone...

Was he supposed to just embrace himself as Aegon? 

The worst part was there was no one for him to talk to, no one to turn to for help. He was all along in this and that scared him.

He stood from his bed slowly, making sure he had his balance before starting to walk across the wooden floors.

He turned back to his small room. What should he do now?

He then realised there was once place he could go, one place where he would get to see his mothers face again. 

He opened his door and walked out, not bothering to close it behind him.

As he walked he let his mind become consumed with thoughts and questions he couldn't answer.

Was he the last Targaryen?

No...he couldn't be...could he?

Where did he belong?

Who else knew the truth?

Would anyone truly love him?

Would he ever not be alone?

Where was home?

Leaving Winterfell...deep down Jon always knew he would leave one day...when he thinks about it, if he didn't know the truth he would have gladly taken the Black, he would have loved to be a ranger with his uncle.

But the truth changed that, he couldn't abandon his titles...he couldn't abandon his Targaryen roots and whoever might be left in the once powerful house.

Powerful no more...left to rubble...left to die...be hunted down...a sudden ambition overtook him.

He would change all that. House Targaryen would rise again and Aegon Targaryen would be the one to do it. 

One huge doubt still lay in his mind...how would he do it? He doesn't have armies or Allies...just himself and knowledge of how to use a sword.

What choice did he have? Robert was coming to Winterfell, he was going to spilt the Starks up and Jon was not a Stark. He didn't have Ned's blood running through his veins as he had been told countless times.

He had Rhaegars...one of the best leaders the realm had ever seen...one of the best swordsmen the realm had ever seen...one of the most kind men....the realm had ever seen.

He had Lyanna's...one of the bravest Ladies in the seven Kingdoms...A lady who didn't like being a Lady...One of the sweetest yet one of the most ruthless ladies in the Seven Kingdoms.

They were his parents. He was their Legacy and he would not let them down.

He regained his thoughts when the air changed to freezing as he stepped into the crypts of House Stark, a place he definitely didn't belong in.

The air felt thick, like it was trying to strangle him. Jon continued scanning the faces and names until he stopped in front of Lyanna Stark's statue. His mothers statue.

He took a deep breath and studied the stone face. After a few moments he softly chuckled.

"That looks nothing like you...it doesn't seem to quite catch the beauty I witnessed Mother." He said softly.