Guardian//Guest

by Mocking_point

Summary:

When Jon is resurrected following his mutiny, he has a surprise guest join him at Castle Black.

Chapter 1

Jon looked in front of him only to see dark smoke, the same grey color of his eyes. Flexing his hand the way that Maester Aemon showed him made him realize with shock that the smoke he saw was him. Nothing around him seemed real, only made of the same smoke that he was. Including the other figures, made of the same smoke he was. They all stared at their most recent guest, before approaching him.

 

“What are you doing here?” A voice that sounded like Robb’s said, infuriated.

 

“Why?”

 

“Why Lord Commander?”

 

“Why?”

 

“Why are you asking him?” Ygritte’s voice rang out in an amused tone. “He knows nothing !”

 

Familiar voices and strange alike accosted him both angry and afraid. Staring at him, accusing and judging. Another figure came forward quickly, causing the rest to scatter.

 

“What are you doing here, Jon?” His father’s voice asked. Once Jon recognized the voice, the features of the smoke creature started to actually look recognizable. It never actually truly looked like his father, but Jon could tell it was him all the same. “I do not understand, it should not be your time.”

 

“My men… the Bolton’s declared war because of me. They thought if…”

 

“Seems to be a recurring problem with us.” The shade that started to look like Robb said, “ You should have learned from what happened to me! You were supposed to protect them! I entrusted everything to you! ”

 

“Enough Robb.” Their father said.

 

“Is… Is Uncle Benjen here?” Jon asked, afraid of the answer he might get. Only to get one that hurt him even more than he could know.

 

“Not yet.” A voice Jon was horrified to recognize said. If he still could, Jon would have gone weak in the knees.

 

“Maester Aemon…” Jon said, sadly. “How…”

 

“Peacefully Young Jon. It was in my sleep.” The older man said, and Jon thought he might be smiling. “How I wanted to. I get to see Egg again. Fret not, unlike you, or your Uncle Benjen, it was my time.”

 

“Eddard!” A voice that Jon finally did not recognize said, “Eddard! You promised! You promised me!”

 

The Shade of his father flinched, “I- I tried!”

 

“ Yet you sent him to the Thrice damned Wall? He should have never been there in the first place, and he should not be here!” The voice bemoaned, before turning to him. “Why? How?”

 

“I was betrayed.” Jon said, still not recognizing the voice. 

 

Who was this person he did not know showing so much emotion at the thought of his death. Who was she that felt so strongly about him that she threw her arms around him.

 

“No! Don’t!” Robb, Maester Aemon, his father and even Ygritte shouted before the entire place started to feel like it was spinning.

 

Jon coughed at the feeling of Ash in his lungs. Flipping over he realised that his hair had been cropped short, as if a butcher had gotten to it. Jon supposed short was better than shaved. Unfortunately, hair was not the only thing Jon lost. A bright red color was brought to his cheeks as he realised that he was sitting in a pile of ash and snow in naught but his namday suit.

 

He saw and felt the snow that surrounded him, but not the accompanying cold. As he finally clawed his way up to his knees, he saw numerous people surrounding him, looking on in shock.

 

“You now see!” The Red Woman said, “He has risen! He truly is the Lord’s Chosen!”

 

While everyone looked at her and seemed inraptured, it was only the twelve year old girl that finally ran over to give him a cloak to cover up. Her eyes flickered down for a moment, she flushed quickly and turned her head away. He smiled at her and ruffled her hair, the same way he would Arya, in thanks. Her attention was drawn away by a loud coughing from beside Jon. Looking over he saw another figure in the ash and snow beside him.

 

“Arya?” Jon asked, incredulously.

 

Jon realized his mistake fairly quickly. The girl, (who due to her having such shorter cropped hair like his own, it took a minute for Jon to even realized she was a gir l) while still about half a head shorter than Jon, was far too old to be his little sister who could not be more than eleven. His next thought was that she was Alys Karstark, but that was quickly squashed as the girl next to him was not nearly as sickly thin Alys when she arrived, but full figured if still fairly skinny. Nor did she have the iconic Karstark Blue-Grey eyes.

 

No, the girl had the same Grey eyes as Jon and they were filled with fear and confusion. “A- Arya? Who… I am not… Ned? Are we at the wall?”

 

Jon recoiled at being confused for his father. He had been gone for nearly two years now. Why would she think she was speaking to him? And using his father’s first name as well?

 

Jon was forced to avert his eyes as instead of covering herself, she just hugged her abdomen. However, judging by the wounds there Jon supposed it made a bit of sense. Jon had seen nothing like those wounds. Finally Iron Emmett came over and covered her up.

 

“I am afraid you are mistaken, My Lady. Ned Stark was my father.”

 

“Father? Ned does not have children. Well… maybe the Tully girl is pregnant…”

 

“Tully girl?” Jon asked, confused by how she referred to his siblings’ mother. Lady Catelyn may have looked good enough to be confused for someone a decade younger but “ Girl” would not be a way to describe her.

 

She ignored him and continued, “But there is no way that he has a child that is nearly old enough to be an adult!”

 

Feeling a sense of annoyance, Jon grumbled. “I am an adult!”

 

Jon felt a hand on his shoulder and Val leaned in. “Maybe we should move this inside. Your men have already made an attempt on your life. Let’s not give them another chance.” SHe whispered into his ear.

 

The two were helped up, but the girl was unable to stand under her own power, requiring Iron Emmett to carry her to Jon’s room. He looked like the rooster who found the roost until he received a dirty look from Jon. He may not know who this girl is, but he felt very protective of her.

 

“Emmett, please go find our guest some clothes.”

 

“I’ll go.” Val said, “One of your Kneeler Queen’s ladies probably will have something that will fit her.”

 

“No trousers?” Lyanna asked, looking at Val’s legs enviously. Jon was not surprised that she reminded him of Arya.

 

Val’s eyes shot up as she gave him an impressed look. She walked out with Emmett who was giving the girl one last look over his shoulder on his way out. Jon eye the girl again and loudly said behind her, “Make sure to grab her a hat!”

 

“I gotta hand it to you Neddy.” The girl chuckled, somewhat thickly. “First Ashara, now the blonde? Maybe that asshole stag is helping you. At least just a little bit.”

 

“I am not Ned.” Jon insisted. “I am Jon, his son! I- wait what?”

 

The girl gave him a sceptical look before saying, “Ok ‘Jon’ . You are seriously telling me that you don’t see that that girl wants you to bend her over the nearest horizontal surface?”

 

Jon spluttered and the girl chuckled at the obvious discomfort he showed. “Turn around please.” He ground out.

 

The girl rolled her eyes, “How?”

 

Jon blanched remembering that the girl could barely walk under her own power so just had her cover her eyes and Jon quickly put on his clothes. He was surprised that he found the clothes he first arrived at the wall in. There was no way that Jon could fit in them now. Maybe they may fit their new guest.

 

“She is radiant . Almost as much as Ashara who you made blow up like a child’s ball.” The girl said, flinching at the last word and a sad look covered her face.

 

Putting the pieces of what she was implying together, he quickly turned around. “Are you telling me he got her pregnant?” Jon said, believing to finally get news on his mother.

 

“Yes, I believe the girl was born a few days ago. At least that is what the oh so great Farce of the Morning said.” The girl said, venom filling her voice.

 

“Are you saying my father had two bastards?” Jon said, angry that she would imply anything of the sort. “My father was the most honourable man to ever live.”

 

“Two?” The girl said, confused as Jon was. “I don’t… How did we get to the thrice damned wall? I was in the mountains of Dorne!”

 

“It is a long story.” Jon said, still angry at her implications but did not understand it himself. He was stabbed numerous times, yet was speaking to her like it was nothing. “What do you mean Ned had a bastard daughter?”

 

“With Ashara Dayne. Allyria I think her name was. Who was his other bastard with?”

 

“I don’t know.” Jon said, bitterly. “He never told me.”

 

“You are his bastard?” She snapped back dubiously. “Ned is five years older than me! There is no way he has a bastard that is my age .”

 

Jon stared in disbelief. “He was in his thirties. What are you…”

 

“Why do you keep referring to him in past tense!” She demanded.

 

Jon’s face fell, “He died. He was arrested and executed by the king for Treason.”

 

The girl visibly paled, “A- Aerys got to him? That is impossible! He won! They killed Aerys and Rhaegar!” Tears started streaming down her face.

 

“Aerys and Rhaegar? They died decades ago.” Jon said, causing the tears to come down in force.

 

“No. No. No. No. No. This is impossible.” She murmured to herself. “I already lost Bran and Father. There is no way Ned is gone!”

 

Luckily a familiar face burst into the room. “Ghost!” Jon exclaimed, but was more than surprised when the wolf ran past him and to her, licking the tears from her face the same way that he did to Sam once upon a time.

 

“Is- Is this a Direwolf?” The girl cooed, reminding Jon very much of his sister Sansa when she first got Lady. “I am sorry, My Lady. Who are you again?”

 

The girl looked at him from over the Direwolf. “Lyanna. Lyanna of House Stark.”

Chapter 2

Summary:

Jon meets a dead person. Well... a different type of dead person

Jon was still in shock. Both from learning that his dead aunt was still alive, and from the awkwardness of having to help her dress, in his clothes no less. Fortunately she was just as much in shock as Jon was. She suddenly appeared near two decades in the future and everyone she knew seemed to be dead.”

 

“Do you have siblings?” She asked, voice hoarse. “Cousins.”

 

“I had three brothers.” Jon said, sadly. “And I have two sisters. No one knows where one is, but the Bolton’s found the other and married her for her claim to Winterfell. That is why they threatened the Watch.”

 

“They threatened Watch Neutrality?” His Aunt asked more than shocked. The watch was borderline sacred in the North, the fact someone would threaten it that way was beyond the pale. 

 

“Yes. After they helped murder my brother a wedding despite them being under guest right.” Jon said, bitterly.

 

Lyanna let herself finally fall backwards on Jon’s bed in shock. The grief on her face was palpable. “And the Northern Lords? They just accepted this?”

 

“They have hostages. From that Wedding.” Jon said. “I was going to lead a force South to deal with them, but then I was forced to deal with a mutiny.”

 

“ You were going to break Watch Neutrality?”

 

“The Bolton’s threatened the Watch. They threatened every single one of my men. They murdered Robb under guest right, they offered the Iron Born peaceful surrender and still flayed every single man alive.” Jon said. “I have no reason to believe that even if I agreed to their demands, something that I would never do, that they would not kill us all anyways.”

 

“What were these demands that were so bad?” Lyanna asked.

 

“Val, ‘the blonde’ as you’ve been calling her. And a prince and princess that had not seen fourteen namedays between them.” Jon said, clenching his burned hand. “My sister Arya…”

 

“I see.” Lyanna said, softly. “I’ve done something similar for my siblings. Is the watch even equipped to fight an army like that?”

Jon scratched the back of his head as he sheepishly said, “It was not exactly the watch that I planned on leading south. I planned on leading the Freefolk at the Wall.”

 

“Freefolk?” Lyanna asked, tilting her head the same way that he, Bran and Arya are wont to do.

 

“Wildlings.”

 

“Wildlings?” Lyanna shouted. “The Wildlings are…”

 

“People. Just like us.” Jon said, in a tone that conveyed that he was not about to argue this point.

 

Before Lyanna could retort there was a knock at their door. Satin poked his head in and grimaced apologetically, but before he could say anything a larger knight pushed passed him into the room and the Queen followed closely behind. Jon went to his knee but Lyanna did not move.

 

“It is customary to kneel before a Royal.” Queen Selyse said, haughtily.

 

“I am sorry… You are?” Lyanna said, and Jon tried his damnedest to not pinch the bridge of his nose. He just went through this with Val, now he’d have to do the same with his aunt?

 

“This is Queen Selyse. Wife to the one true King Stannis Baratheon.” Ser Brus Buckler snapped.

 

“Well we are at the wall.” Lyanna snapped back, evidently not one to be cowed very easily. “The Watch takes no part in politics. Even your Southron ones.”

 

“Yet it was the Watch’s Lord Commander that declared War against a Lord Paramount.” Queen Selyse said.

 

“After your daughter and heir had been threatened!” Lyanna snapped back, not realizing that it was Mance’s son that Jon spoke of when he mentioned a prince, not any child of King Stannis and Queen Selyse. The queen did not comment, or more likely did not realize what his aunt meant due to the phrasing.

 

“Who is this unruly child?” The Queen asked. “Your sister?”

 

“No Your Grace. She is…” Jon began before being interrupted.

 

“Do not lie to me, Boy!” Queen Selyse said. “I am not a fool, nor am I blind. Look at the two of you. You could be twins!”

 

“My siblings are all well known, Your Grace.” Jon said, “She is clearly far too old to…”

 

“Bastard sister then.” She said, looking down her nose at him.  “Your father had one bastard, men like that don’t stop. They have no hon-”

 

Selyse was more like to continue, but Jon shot up from his knees. Ser Brus jerked at the sudden movement and grabbed at his sword. Jon was faster and grabbed the knight’s wrist before he could get his sword more than four fingers out of the sheath.

 

“My father was a good man, Your Grace. I’ll not have you insult his memory.” Jon growled. An actual growl like a wolf.

 

Queen Selyse looked highly insulted at what she probably inferred as an attempt on her life and was about to speak when a chipper voice sounded out, breaking the tension. “Lord Commander! I am so glad you are alright!”

 

The girl who defused the tension burst into the room, but Jon did not recognize her in the least. After a moment Jon’s jaw dropped. “Princess Shireen?” Jon asked and the girl looked somewhat insulted but was too well bred to say anything.

 

“Of course?” She said and the girl looked completely different. All her greyscale scars were completely gone. “How are you feeling? Who is your companion?”

 

Remembering they interacted right after he was in the snow and ash and she still had the scars then. Jon wondered where they could have gone in no more than an hour.

 

“This is my Aunt. Lyanna.” Jon said, automatically.

 

Selyse and Brus’ jaws dropped all sense of decorum as they stared at a teenage version of his Aunt. Although Lyanna flinched at the title of “Aunt”.

 

“L- Lyanna Stark?” Ser Brus asked in awe and before Jon could correct his decorum on behalf of his Aunt, Princess Shireen interrupted.

 

“Like the Woman who was supposed to marry Uncle Robert?” Shireen asked.

 

“Yes.” Lyanna said, looking like she had drank sour milk. “I was supposed to marry Robert…”

 

“Whoa!” The preteen said in awe. “How…”

 

“Yes? How!” Queen Selyse demanded.

 

“All things are possible through the Lord of Light.” A cryptic voice sounded, and to Jon’s not so surprise the Red Priestess appeared in the doorway.

 

“Oh, here we go…” Jon cursed under his breath.

 

“But not even I could have predicted this.”

 

Lyanna, who could now stand, if barely judging how much she was leaning her weight on Jon, asked “Whos is that?”

 

“Lady Melisandre, this is my… this is my Aunt Lyanna of House Stark. Aunt Lyanna, this is Lady Melisandre, a Priestess of R'hllor and an advisor to King Stannis.” Jon said, positioning himself between Lyanna and Melisandre protectively.

 

Lyanna whimpered at his words and she whispered, “Please do not call me that.”

 

“Please, Your Grace, Lady Melisandre.” Jon said as Val walked up with a clothes bundle. “My Aunt was very tired. Can we please discuss this in the morning?”

 

Queen Selyse did not look very happy but was convinced by Lady Melisandre and stormed out with the rest of the royal retinue.

 

“Was that the dirty girl?” Val asked in shock.

 

“Do not call her that.” Jon growled, annoyed and reminded of the disastrous meeting with Queen Selyse. 

 

Val glared at him but eventually broke eye contact. It was the closest thing to an apology that he would get. She lifted the bundle, “I brought this.” The bundle contained two sets of trousers, a few shirts, a cloak, a pair of boots, a cloak and a dress.

 

“Thank you.” Lyanna taking the bundle.

 

“We have to figure out where to put you.” Jon said, turning to his aunt.

 

“I… why can’t I stay in here?”

 

“Aunt Lyanna… this is my room.” 

 

“So? I wanna stay in here!” Lyanna said, stubbornness in her voice reminding him far too much of Arya trying to be brave after a nightmare.

 

“If it is a matter of fear, Ghost can stay with you.” Jon offered.

 

“You’d be surprised just how much nicer men get when women have a direwolf at their sides.” Val said, with an evil smile.

 

“It is not that!” Lyanna said, and a little embarrassed at her outburst added, “You are the first family member I’ve seen in months. Can I just stay here? Please.”

 

“Sure.” Jon said surprised.

 

“I thought… Well Snow told me what happened to you.” Val said, and Jon was glad it was not her and not Ygritte who more than likely not would have used no tact. “How are you…”

 

“Val.” Jon warned, he did not want his Aunt having to go through anything she did not want to.

 

“She is the Aunt taken by the Dragon Prince, correct?” Val clarified. Jon had told her the story as a cautionary tale during Val’s time at Castle Black.

 

Lyanna hissed and Jon explained, “She is not used to the fact that she has adult n…”

 

“It is not that.” Lyanna interrupted. “It’s… I am not entirely sure ‘Aunt’ is accurate.”

 

Jon gave her a look. He was trying to be patient but was starting to become annoyed, “I know that you are having trouble…”

 

“It is not that…” Lyanna began rolling her eyes, reminding him of Sansa when she was “teaching” Jon, Robb or Theon. She started to chew on her bottom lip. “I not saying that you are not related to me or what happened between my death... happened. I am saying that I am pretty sure that I am your mother.”

Chapter 3

Summary:

Jon finally gets what he has always wanted.

“I’m sorry what?” Jon snapped, furious that she would imply anything of the sort. Lyanna flinched but Jon continued, “Is that supposed to be some ill timed jape? Well it is not funny! My father would never do nor participate in something like you are implying!”

 

“Don’t be disgusting!” Lyanna rolled her eyes and even Val looked at him in disbelief. “I’d never.”

 

“Then who…” Jon said, before paling in realization.

 

“Are you sure?” Val asked, much more agreeable and helpful since he was stabbed.

 

“Well Ned having one bastard is massively out of character, do you really think he’d have two by two different women?” Lyanna said, shaking her head at her own hypothetical question. “The last thing I remember was giving Ned a baby boy that looked like us. Myself and Ned that is. If you don’t know who your mother is…”

 

There was a pregnant pause before Val dismissed herself to let them be alone. 

 

“I’m sorry.” Jon finally said, starting to come out of his shock.

 

“Sorry?” Lyanna asked, confused.

 

Jon flinched, “Yes.. I.. I’m the reason…”

 

Lyanna slapped him. Hard. “Don’t you dare.” She hissed, “Don’t even complete that thought. Don’t you ever say that!”

 

Jon was surprised, “But you… I am not a simpleton. I’ve seen a woman die in childbirth, it is not hard to piece together what happened.”

 

“I do not give two damns!” Lyanna said, stubbornly clenching her eyebrows the same way he did, distracting him for a moment. “I don’t regret it. Not one bit.”

 

“But you were only pregnant because…” Jon said, not even being able to complete the sentence.

 

“I do not care what Rhaegar did or did not do.” Lyanna said, “You were… are my son. Mine!”

 

Jon felt a warm feeling in his torso. Ever since he could remember all he wanted to know whether his mother cared about him and here she was practically smacking him over the head with this fact. He resisted a smile as he said, “But he…” Lyanna sighed, and visibly suppressed a shudder.

 

“Not exactly.” she said, and Jon tilted his head to the side the same way Bran, Arya and (as he now knows) Lyanna does. “And not the way you think.” 

 

“I don’t understand…”

 

“Your… Rhaegar…” Lyanna said, seemingly not sure where to begin. “During the Tourney at Harrenhall I did something foolish. No one knew about it except two people, and then Rhaegar found out.”

 

“Foolish? How foolish could it have been?” Jon asked. From what his father always said were just useless pomp that were just excuses to get drunk.

 

“Foolish enough that it infuriated King Aerys.” Lyanna said, causing Jon to cringe. He was never told how his grandfather and uncle died but he knew it was bad. Aerys' reputation was more than well earned and he could probably imagine how terrified his… how terrified Lyanna was. “While he never said it outright, it was implied that the king may find out about it had I not gone with him.”

 

“So it was rape then.” Jon said sadly.

 

“No, a husband taking his rights.” Lyanna said, bitterly.

 

“You married him!” Jon asked, incredulously. “I thought he was already married?”

 

Jon distinctly remembered hearing stories about his father and King Robert fighting over the deaths of the Targaryen children, and he knew that Aerys’ children made it to Essos. Not to mention how many Dornish black brothers there were at the wall who cursed Robert and Tywin Lannister’s names for what happened to “the Princess and her babes”.

 

“He had us marry in front of a weirwood.” Lyanna said, and Jon’s nose crinkled at such a disrespectful ceremony happening in front of a weirwood. “You see the The Conciliator’s ‘Doctrine of Exceptionalism ’ did not specify incest but ‘ Valyrian Practices ’. At least according to Rhaegar.”

 

Jon was taken aback. If what she said was true, not that he thought her a liar, then he was not a bastard. All his life all he wanted was to be more than just a bastard and the gods had just delivered in the worst way possible.

 

A raped mother and a lunitic for a father. What was he thinking ? Did he just believe that his Dornish in-laws were going to just accept a second wife? A rival claimant to the throne? Lady Catelyn hated him and she and his father… She and Lord Stark met only once and it was an insult beyond measure.The Martells would never be happy with his existence. He longed for the days that he was just Lord Stark’s bastard again.

 

“I’m sure that this is not exactly what you wanted to hear…” Lyanna began.

 

“You… I…” Jon started unsure what he wanted to say. “The only thing that I wanted since I could remember is to know who you were. What you were like. Every nameday it is what I asked for.” Jon said. “I am perfectly content in getting to know you.”

 

Lyanna’s face lit up and it was strange to see that smile without teeth missing. “You are getting to know me but yet we are the same age!” Lyanna started, semi-hysterical. “We are the same age and look so much alike! We might as well be twins!”

 

“That is a bit of an exaggeration.” Jon said, but he knew it was not by much. “Where do we go from here?”

 

“I would like to know you.” Lyanna admitted.

 

“I would as well.” Jon said, and then a thought passed through his mind. “Although… I do not think I can call you mother…”

 

“Oh!” Lyanna exclaimed a look of horror passing over her face. “Don’t even start!” Causing them both to laugh.

 

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While Jon always longed for a mother, he did not anticipate how clingy his mother would be. The entire afternoon she was always touching him. Holding his hand, leaning her shoulder against his or even hugging him. Lyanna did not go for more than a few minutes without it.

 

“Oh! I am sorry!” She said, embarrassed when he brought it up. “I can stop if…” 

 

“No, I was just pointing it out.” Jon said, “Father… I know he loved us. I know he did, but he was terrible at showing it.”

 

“That sounds like Neddy.” Lyanna said sadly. “I forgot to ask… that actually is a lie. I have been afraid to ask. What happened to Benjy?”

 

“Benjy?” Jon asked, before realizing what she meant. “Uncle Benjen? He also joined the Night’s Watch.”

 

“He what?” Lyanna snapped and Jon flinched. She had been pretty openly critical of his choice to join the Watch. He imagines that that sentiment went for her baby brother as well.

 

“He is on a ranging. I have men looking for him.” Jon said, quickly hoping to divert an awkward conversation before it began. 

 

Lyanna bit her bottom lip, obviously able to tell something was off but did not want to push it. Finally she sighed as asked “He’s dead isn’t he.”

 

“No!” Jon said but he did not know how much of his smoke dream was accurate but until he knew for a fact that Uncle Benjen was dead he was not losing hope. “We have intel that he is alive, we just don’t know where he is at the moment.” A moment later he sadly added. “He, Arya and Sansa are the only ones left.”

 

“Sansa?” Lyanna asked, a weird tone in her voice.

 

“My sister.” Jon said, causing Lyanna to gasp and then her face scrunched up indignantly.

 

 “That son of a bitch!” Lyanna said, at Jon’s confused look she added “Ned! He knew that I always wanted to name a daughter Sansa!”

 

Jon chuckled, the way she got puffed up reminded him of both his sisters and strangely made him fall into the connection almost effortlessly. Then a thought hit him, “What did you want to name me?”

 

Jon knew all about the relationship between Ned Stark and Jon Arryn. He was like a father and it made sense that his father would name a son after him. But it does not seem like a name Lyanna would choose.

 

Lyanna was taken aback by the question. “Well Rhaegar was convinced that you would be a girl. He wanted to name you Visenya. Evidently he wanted a full set.” Jon’s confusion must have been evident because Lyanna clarified, “Your brother and sister were named Aegon and Rhaenys. I guess he wanted a recreation of conquerors.”

 

Jon nodded his head. He never heard the actual names of Rhaegar’s children. His father always referred to them as “the Targaryen Children”, too ashamed to ever say their name. Maester Aemon never… oh gods. Maester Uncle Aemon!

 

Lyanna, not realising his inner turmoil, continued. “If you were a girl I probably would have named you Lysara or Lynara. Lyarra, Lyanna, Lysara. If you were a boy I’d have named you Jacaerys. I always did like that story. Of the prince coming North and falling for the Stark girl.”

 

Jon gave a surprised look and Lyanna sighed, “I had my issues with Rhaegar, but he was handsome and dashing and charming. When he found me in those woods, and protected me? I thought… well I won’t tell you what I thought. I was stupid and his love notes that he sent did not help…” She said with a blush. “We all have regrets, it's better to not pretend like we did not make them.”

 

Jon nodded, thinking of his own mistakes, namely Ygritte and Gilly. “You can call me Jacaerys if you’d like.”

 

Lyanna smiled but said, “That is alright. You have gone by Jon your whole life.” Her smile widened but Jon could tell it was fake. “I am going to go to sleep. I am tired.”

 

Notes:

Just a heads up, next chapter will be VERY violent. May not be for all readers. I’ll put up another warning then but just a more advanced heads up