Hey all this is my first GoT fic! Be gentle as I am still getting the lingo and setting down as it is very different from what I've written before! This will be starting off after Jon gets stabbed by his brothers of the nights watch and will be a Jon/Daenerys fic as well as an R+L=J fic.

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Much love,

Rin xoxo

Cold is all Jon Snow felt when his eyes fluttered open. White branches with autumn leaves swayed over head in the harsh, biting wind. Winter is coming he thought to himself. Pain stabbed at his entire abdomen, but when he sat up to inspect himself he found no injuries. He took in his surroundings as he stood up wincing at the phantom pains. To his right stood tall, stone walls with high battlements covered in snow. The sigil of House Stark flew above the walls, a dire wolf on a field of gray.

"Winterfell." He breathed to himself.

"Yes my sweetling. You're home." A soft womanly voice called from behind him.

A woman of eight and ten sat on a rock in front of the weirwood, a tree with a face carved into it many centuries ago when the children of the forest still called this their land. Her hair was dark and she had a likeness to Arya, his sister of eleven years, though this woman was older. Her face was slimmer, her body taller and curvier and she had something gracing her face that Arya seldom had, a smile.

Something in the back of his mind tugged at a memory, a dark damp stony hall lined with statues of Kings of the first men, the Lords of Winterfell, and only one woman. His Father's Sister Lyanna Stark. This woman in front of him seemed to look exactly as the statue he had gazed at once or twice in his boyhood at Winterfell. But she could not be her because his Aunt had died long ago in the Rebellion in the Tower of Joy in Dorne.

"Come sit with me my Jon." She beckoned him over snapping him out of his calculations and doubts.

He trudged through the deep snow to sit next to her. After a few moments of silence he looked up at her seeing her wild grey eyes for the first time.

"Lyanna… that girl was a she-wolf with grey eyes that could damn near make an armored knight cower in fear." Jon heard his father say in a time long ago, in a memory almost forgotten.

"You're Lyanna Stark, my father's sister. Aren't you?" Jon asked though not accusingly.

She nodded her confirmation. "But… you're dead." Jon blurted before flushing. He may have been a Bastard but he still had learned his courtesies and he was sure that telling a dead person that they were dead was not the most polite thing to say. Especially to a dead Highborn Lady.

But she just laughed "Indeed love I am."

Jon paled "Am I…I'm dead too aren't I?" He whispered his hand ghosting over his invisible wounds as the memory of what felt like a thousand swords plunging into his body. The swirl of black cloaked figures, the sting of the bitter cold snow against his dying flesh and the words "For the nights watch" being murmured over his body.

"Not quite yet my prince. You're time has not yet come." She murmured

"Then how am I here with you? How did I survive…" He trailed off wanting to say 'how did I survive my Brothers stabbing me relentlessly' but the taste of betrayal tied his tongue and made his heart clench.

"Its not how you survived but how you'll come back. Born amidst salt and smoke, or rather reborn at least."

"I don't understand."

"Ah so you do in fact know nothing Jon Targaryen." She laughed to herself as his face contorted in even more confusion.

She couldn't deny the fact that her son had grown up to be quite a handsome lad. His hair as black as hers and grey eyes like Ned's. Rhaegar seemed to have left none of his Targaryen qualities in his son save for his strong will and thick skull. Though she couldn't deny how she preferred it that way. It had been much easier to pass off Jon as Ned's when the boy looked everything of the North.

"Lya- My Lady you seem to have confused me. I am Jon Snow, nothing more than Ned Stark's bastard." He said solemnly.

"You are no bastard Jon just as you are no son of Ned Stark."

His face turned red at that "You know nothing. I may be a lowborn bastard with no true name but Eddard Stark's blood runs through these veins. The blood of the north is inside me just as it was in you."

"I never said that the blood of the wolf didn't course through your veins only that my Lord Brother is not your father. I would know this Jon Targaryen because I birthed you into this world in the Tower of Joy almost eighteen years ago."

His face showed disbelief as well as shock and some more confusion. "Then my father… My father was Rhaegar and I was born a dragon and wolfs Bastard and I was conceived out of rape. How in seven hells does that make anything better?" He cried out.

"You my son, blood of my blood are no bastard. Your Father took me to wed the night before he left for the Trident. As for your conceiving it was not my choice at the time, but if things would've been different I never would have had you my Dragonwolf." She smiled sweetly at Jon cupping his face in her hand.

"While at the end I despised your Father and the madness that drove him a part of me always loved him the same as I did the first night we met at the Tourney of Harrenhal. He was every bit a Targaryen prince as he sang to me and I wept. When he had crowned me Queen of love and beauty after he had won the tournament I felt something I had never felt before and that night he took my maidenhead."

"We conspired through secret notes over the next few months. He told grand tales of sweeping me away and making me his queen and at first I was enthralled with the idea. A she-wolf warrior like me feeling giddy over a prince seemed silly to me but I was enthralled with Rhaegar. For some nights I used to lay there and dream of him coming in the dead of night and sweeping me away from my Lord Father and my oaf of a betrothed Robert."

"So you loved each other the whole time? He never raped or abused you?" Jon asked quietly.

"Oh my dragonwolf I wish I could tell you that." She sighed "Over the next few weeks his letters started coming less and less and when they did they only spoke of how he wanted me how he needed me to bear him true sons because Elia his queen had been less than faithful and his two children were bastards. His own actions of disloyalty and a madness inside him that threatened to outweigh his father's lead him to believe that sweet Elia had wronged him when everyone in the seven kingdoms could see Rhaeneys and Aegon, both with their locks of silver and violet eyes, were his blood."

"He became savage with his letters on how he planned to take me away and lock me up until he forced an heir into my womb. I was frightened but took his threats with a grain of salt and three nights later he came to me in my bed and took me away never to see my family again." She sighed heavily wiping a stray tear away.

"I'm so sorry Lya- Mother." Jon spoke softly "But I don't understand why you're telling me all of this."

"My Dragonwolf didn't you hear me earlier you are the prince that was promised. The Azor Ahai prophesized to be born a true Targaryen. You are mine and Rhaegar's son, the heir he forced into my womb and the king I brought into this world with love and blood. You Jon Targaryen are the one true king of Westeros the king of the Andals and the First men, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm." She pushed the black strands of hair back from his eyes and smiled with tears in her eyes. Her son was a man and a true born King and she would miss it all just as she had the first seventeen years of his life.

"I'm no King. I'm a brother of the nights watch. I do not partake in politics I wear no crowns and win no glory. Mother I die at my post not on the Iron Throne or on the battlefield trying to take it."

"My dear you are released from your vow at the point of your death and now you have died and will be reborn amidst salt and smoke. Those traitors killed a boy. Now let the man be born Jon Targaryen. Rise my Dragonwolf your destiny waits across the narrow sea in the city of Mereen."

Jon's mother's voice seemed to get farther away with every word. The godswood started to sway and turn until the whole world seemed to be spinning. Lyanna Stark smiled at her son sadly.

"It's time for you to go my love." She said embracing him for the first and last time. Jon clung to her motherly embrace, so foreign and never to be felt be him again.

"Wait!" He pleaded "I have so much more to ask! I don't want you to leave yet! I just found you." He said in desperation tears falling against his cheeks.

"We'll meet again my Dragonwolf when your time is done I will see you and embrace you once more. Now go my prince go take what is yours with Fire and Blood and remember Jon Targaryen though the fire of the dragon warms your veins nothing can stop the cold that is crawling across the kingdoms. The iron throne is yours but beyond the wall winter is coming Jon Targaryen and once it comes there will be no throne to keep." Her words fell away from him.

His mother was disappearing again before he had a chance to know her. He was falling into nothing. And as he moved from one realm to the next he felt a warmth akin to sleeping next to a warm fire, he smelt the thick bitter smell of a burning pyre and he heard a powerful voice of a woman calling to the gods and all the men around her "Behold the new Azor Ahai! The Prince that was promised and lightbringer his sword of flames!"

And at those words Jon's eyes flew open and he gazed up to see he was lying in a bed of flames, resurrecting amidst salt and smoke.

So that's the first chapter you guys! Tell me what you think and what you didn't agree with or what you loved. I have a lot planned for this story and though it seems basic at first it will be much better and paced faster a few chapter down the road. Any questions I'll be happy to answer! Thanks all!

Much love,

Rin xoxo