An echo, a simple explanation for something so complicated that he never had a name for. Something he always attributed to being othered as a bastard — but that wasn't entirely why he felt so empty and lost, was it? Seven Hells, was that why he found being in the Night's Watch so suddenly fulfilling in ways life at Winterfell hadn't been, because for the first time in his life, he was around another Targaryen?
Things had changed after Maester Aemon passed when he returned from Hardhome. He assumed it was the shifting tides of power at Castle Black and the way others disagreed with his decision to offer the Free Folk sanctuary south of the Wall after their settlements were overrun with White Walkers, but it wasn't just that, was it? It was the absence of family. Of blood.
Is that why he felt so at ease in Daenerys's presence when she appeared to unnerve others? Why trusting her was so easy? Why she didn't seem all that compelled to question the bond he formed with one of her draconic sons and trusted that he would do right by Rhaegal without question when she barely knew him?
"The fires of Old Valyria?" A guess. Jon knows nothing of his father's culture, having been raised solely within the confines of strict Northern customs. "I wonder if that's what I'm destined for when death finally takes me. Fire instead of forests of weirwood trees."
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An echo, a simple explanation for something so complicated that he never had a name for. Something he always attributed to being othered as a bastard — but that wasn't entirely why he felt so empty and lost, was it? Seven Hells, was that why he found being in the Night's Watch so suddenly fulfilling in ways life at Winterfell hadn't been, because for the first time in his life, he was around another Targaryen?
Things had changed after Maester Aemon passed when he returned from Hardhome. He assumed it was the shifting tides of power at Castle Black and the way others disagreed with his decision to offer the Free Folk sanctuary south of the Wall after their settlements were overrun with White Walkers, but it wasn't just that, was it? It was the absence of family. Of blood.
Is that why he felt so at ease in Daenerys's presence when she appeared to unnerve others? Why trusting her was so easy? Why she didn't seem all that compelled to question the bond he formed with one of her draconic sons and trusted that he would do right by Rhaegal without question when she barely knew him?
"The fires of Old Valyria?" A guess. Jon knows nothing of his father's culture, having been raised solely within the confines of strict Northern customs. "I wonder if that's what I'm destined for when death finally takes me. Fire instead of forests of weirwood trees."