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"What!?"
"Oh my god"
"Shit goddamit"
It didn't matter of it was a King or a bastard everyone was surprised by the reward given by the system.
A video of Night Fury was played on the screen, the four legged dragon was different from the dragons of Valyria simply by the fact that it had four legs and it was so fast that you wouldn't be able to see him clearly.
Jon was a little worried as he knew that the scorpions in GOT world could kill a dragon and Night Fury's skin was even weaker than them so he may die from it but he was wrong as the Dragon King Night Fury was not only bigger than what he remembered but he was much more stronger and tougher as well.
"The dragon will be waiting for you when you return back to Winterfell"
"Jon will you take me to fly on your dragon when we go back" Arya asked in excitement.
"Me too me too" Bran shouted in excitement.
"Of course I will but maybe wait till I have a saddle for him ok." Jon replied with a smile
[Scene shifts to bells ringing at Kings Landing. In front of the Iron Throne, surrounded by druidical-looking celebrants, lies the body of Jon Arryn.]
Ned and Robert stiffened at the sight of their foster father while the rest lowered their heads in respect. Jon Arryn simply smiled at the dragon glass wall. He was not a young man, he knew death would come for him sooner or later.
Ned and Robert knew it too, which was why they did not show any outward signs of grief. But the two did move seats to sit with Jon, each taking one of the man's hands.
Jon Arryn gave them both a comforting squeeze, his two sons.
[Up on the balcony, Cersei watches the scene below as Jaime approaches.]
It was the first time Joanna was seeing Cersei, the little girl who was bold and lovely from a young age. She had grown into a beautiful woman, a Queen at that! She couldn't be any more proud of her.
Tyrion snorted silently at the look on Joanna's face. Wait till she sees what Cersei truly was.
"As your brother, I feel it's my duty to warn you: You worry too much. It's starting to show."
"Why are you there?" Joanna asked with genuine curiosity. She didn't mean it in a bad way. Jaime was the heir to Casterly Rock, she'd expect Tywin to keep him close and teach him things.
"He's a Kingsguard" Tyrion informed her with a bored drawl, earning a glare from his brother.
Joanna blinked and just stared at her elder son in shock. She still could not hold Tyrion's gaze for long.
"Aerys put him in there" Renly explained when he saw no one else was willing to. "Worst mistake he ever made."
Joanna frowned at the statement but didn't ask to elaborate. Tywin was Aerys' strongest bannerman, to put his heir in a position where he couldn't inherit anything, basically stole his heir. It was a mistake no matter how anyone looked at it.
Jaime looked away from his mother and stared stubbornly at the wall. She would eventually learn what brought him into the Kingsguard, and what the pillow biter meant when he called it a mistake of Aerys. He didn't know how she'd react to that.
With a start, he realized that there was a chance they might all learn what his motivations were.
"And you never worry about anything. When we were seven, you jumped off the cliffs as Casterly Rock. One hundred foot drop into the water. And you were never afraid."
"Your uncle Gerion used to do that when he was younger" Joanna said none too happily. "Your father did not like it one bit, your grandfather on the other hand found it amusing and did not stop him from doing so."
Jaime puffed out slightly at the mention of his uncle Gerion, the favourite Uncle as he and Tyrion called him.
"There was nothing to be afraid of until you told Father. 'We're Lannisters. Lannisters don't act like fools' he told me."
"Your father does sound like that" Joanna chuckled fondly. Jaime and Tyrion both sat straighter at hearing their mother laugh. For one it was hearing her after a long time, and for the other it was hearing her for the first time.
"What if Jon Arryn told someone?"
"Why would Jon care about telling anyone about Jaime jumping into the ocean?" Robert asked gruffly.
"I don't think that's what she meant" Ned told his friend, eyes narrowing on the Kingslayer. Did the Lannisters have something to do with Jon's death...
"But who would he tell?"
"My husband."
"If he told the king, both our heads would be skewered on the city gates by now. Whatever Jon Arryn knew or didn't know, it died with him. And Robert will choose a new Hand of the king, someone to do his job while he's off fucking boars and hunting whores. Or is it the other way around? And life will go on."
"And what exactly is it that would have me demand your heads?" Robert asked, his 'Kingly' voice coming forward. It unnerved many, but not Jaime who smiled at the man as charmingly as ever.
"This is in the future, your Grace. I have no idea what Cersei or I mean" he answered smoothly. But he did know, and his heart was racing.
Robert did not look like he accepted the answer, but refrained from asking more question. He'd learn of it soon. And once he did there was nowhere safe for the fucking Kingslayer,
"You should be the Hand of the king."
"That's an honor I can do without. Their days are too long, their lives are too short."
Once more Ned and Robert pinned narrowed eyes on Jaime, who met their gaze with a smile.
[Scene shifts to a raven approaching Winterfell. Catelyn crosses a busy courtyard and finds Ned in the godswood.]
"Ned looks like father here, deep in the woods polishing his sword" Lyanna commented.
"The only one of us who can sit so still and sharpen a blade for hours" Brandon barked a laugh.
Rickard smiled ever so slightly at the sight, happy to see something of him in his son. Ned had always taken after Lyarra, not something he minded. But seeing something of him in his second son was a comfort he didn't know he needed.
"All these years and I still feel like an outsider when I come here."
"You have five northern children. You're not an outsider."
"I wonder if the old gods agree."
"It's your gods with all the rules."
"I am so sorry, my love."
"Tell me."
"There was a raven from Kings Landing. Jon Arryn is dead. A fever took him. I know he was like a father to you."
Ned and Robert shared a look, both of them taking note of Jon Arryn's cause of death. Death by fever was not an uncommon thing in Westeros, but from what they'd seen in the scenes right before this. Neither of them was entirely certain that the fever was a natural one.
"Your sister. The boy..."
Jon Arryn sighed. With him gone, young Robert was entirely in his mother's care. Jon worried about what the woman would make his heir turn out to be. Perhaps it was time to think about the possible fostering of the boy. Maybe Runestone or Dragonstone. Or perhaps Ned could take him. The boy was his nephew on his wife's side after all. Lysa wouldn't mind that.
"They both have their health. Gods be good. The raven brought more news. The king rides for Winterfell. With the queen and all the rest of them."
Ned raised a brow at his friend who snorted.
"You're my choice to replace Jon obviously," the man said in the most obvious tone. "Who better to clean my mess than you?"