An: This will be my first time to write a story about got. This might be OOC, but bear with me. Let me know what you think.

He was born a bastard and he always believe he will remain as one until the day he stumbled upon an old documents, letters and truth...

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They have taken back Winterfell and he was held as King in the North despite being a bastard. Jon needs to prepare the North for the Great War. Winter is here...

As soon as the gathering of the lords is finished, Jon took shelter away from the sight of people. His old room, the small room he stayed from the very beginning. Sansa had offered the old chambers of the late Lord Ned Stark and late Lady Catelyn Stark yet he is adamant in taking it.

You are a King now. King in the North, act like one and live like one.

Those were Sansa's words. Jon only nodded at it, but it does not mean he wanted to be one. He does not want to be King but he had no choice but to accept it. He would rather give the position to Sansa had it not for the threat coming to them along with the cold Winter.

The coldest one in a thousand years...

Jon stood from sitting on his old bed and took steps to the door. He led himself towards the chambers of his late father. This is the first time he had been in this place. Lady Catelyn made no subtle actions of her disgust to the bastard boy. Jon missed his father and his honorable words. Such a shame he is not here to see Jon to the King he had become.

The chamber still had the old belongings of the lord and lady of Winterfell. He supposed he should arrange those. He does not want to ask any servants in the castle to do it. If he will take this chamber, might as well clean it for himself. He is still used to fending for himself.

He started with the cabinets full of their clothes. He must ask Sansa to take care of it tomorrow. Jon moved towards the cabinets full of papers, scrolls, books. A lot of things and if he is to rule North in this winter, he needs to have knowledge of it.

It took Jon about an hour before he was able to organize it - not perfectly but at least organized enough for him to look at it the next day. He started inspecting more of the cabinets available and was surprised to see a very small box at the very bottom as if it is meant to be kept away. Jon took the small box in his hand and was surprised to see a Sigil at the top of it.

The sigil of Targaryen. Three headed dragons.

Why does Lord Ned Stark have a box with the sigil of Targaryens? Considering the history behind both families, this should most likely be destroyed. Curiosity flooded him as he took the box and he walked towards the large bed. He opened the box. Under the cover of the box, he saw a writing, it said:

To my unborn child... I will love you even on my death... - Rhaegar Targaryen

Jon felt even more curious about the box which is filled with documents and scrolls. He randomly selected one letter.

I worry for you, my Prince. Our love caused war to this kingdom. May you come back to me and to our unborn child.

- Love, Lyanna Targaryen.

Jon frowned at the letter. His aunt Lyanna, according to the stories, she was kidnapped by Rhaegar and was raped by him. Yet, this letter says otherwise. Why would she use a Targaryen surname?

He set the letter aside and took another letter to read.

I hope my family can forgive me. I hope you can forgive me, Ned. I do not love Robert Baratheon. I fear that if I don't run away now, I won't be able to run anymore.

Forgive me Ned...

- Lyanna

So Lyanna Stark ran away from home, away from her betrothal to Robert Baratheon.

Jon took another letter. He is really curious and confused at the same time. Stories were often not accurate, but what Jon discovered is contradicting to the stories told across Westeros.

To my Queen Lyanna,

The war is still far from over. Once this is over, I will ask forgiveness from your family for what my father did to your father and brother. It pains me how my father had been madder than he already is. I wish I was there with you and our growing child.

With Love, Rhaegar.

Rhaegar and Lyanna had a child. They loved each other. The stories are all wrong.

Another letter caugh Jon's attention. It bears a Stark Sigil.

Lyanna,

I will come for you at the Tower of Joy. No matter what, you are my sister. You are my family

- Ned Stark

Then another letter from his father, but this is for the house Reed.

To my friend, Howland,

I am thankful that the babe resembles a Stark. Lyanna's blood flows strongly to the child. I am more thankful that his eyes remained brown and his body is not of a Targaryen. I fear for his safety every time Robert speaks of hunting every last Targaryen. I promised my sister to keep her boy safe, and I will, even if it means forgetting my honor.

- Ned

The boy is alive, the offspring of Lyanna and Rhaegar is alive and Lord Stark is aware of it. Where is the boy?

Jon took one more paper, this is not a letter but rather, a vow.

A proof that Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen are married. Witnessed by Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Gerold Hightower.

Another letter bears the sigil of the House Reed.

Jon was about to read it when a knock prevented him from doing so. Jon immediately gathered all the spread letters and shove it inside the box. He quickly hid it under the bed. He braced himself for whoever is knocking.

"Come in." He said.

It was the servant boy. He bowed to the King in the North as he delivered a message.

"Raven came from Castle Black, Your Grace." Jon took the scroll and dismissed the servant. As Jon opened it, the box temporarily forgotten, he read the letter from his old friend, Edd.

Jon,

We had a visitor from the land beyond the wall. He claims to be your brother, Bran Stark, the cripple. We have sent him and his companion to Winterfell. You should expect him in a day or two from the time you read this letter.

The wall is getting colder, my friend. They are coming, no doubt.

- Edd.

Jon is happy, yet worried. He is hopeful that Edd is right about Bran. Soon Jon told Sansa of Bran's arrival in the Wall and on his way to Winterfell. While they are hoping it is Bran, they still prepared themselves should the claims tend to be false.

Every other day, they will receive news of their siblings, informants ask for rewards in a form of coins. They grew tired of hearing false news.

At day, Jon is busy doing Kingly duties in the North and at Night, he tried to read the letters in the box. He wondered where the baby is right now and the more he reads the letters, the more nervous he becomes. He had an impending conclusion that he does not want to admit, till he saw the letter from Ned Stark to Howland Reed.

Rhaegar left a letter for the baby, a gift. He named him Jaehaerys Targaryen, yet I cannot bear to let the baby have such name. It will be the death of him, so I gave the baby a name Jon. It pains me how he needs to grow as a bastard, but this is for his safety. I have to fulfill my promise to Lyanna.

Jon was silent as he stared at the letter.

Jon, a bastard.

But if what Ned stated in the letter is true, then the name Jon is not his real name at all. His name and his identity has been a lie all his life. His breathing became harsh, heart pounding in shock as he stared at the letter.

This can't be…

He looked back at the memories of how people talked about Ned Stark's honor. How impossible it is for him to forget his vows for some southern slut.

Now, Jon understands why. He did it for his sister. He took Lady Catelyn's wrath and people's jests for the sake of protecting Jon from Robert Baratheon's rage.

Words from Maester Aemon rang inside his head...

"We're all human. Oh, we all do our duty when there's no cost to it. Honor comes easy then. Yet, sooner or later in every man's life there comes a day when it's not easy. A day when he must choose."

Did Ned Stark, his father - no - his uncle - decided to forget his honor and fulfilled his promise to Lyanna?

Jon looked at the Sigil at the box. A gift to him from his father.

He is not a Snow... He is not Blackfyre either.

But a Targaryen...

Jon took one last letter. This came from Rhaegar. A letter to Lyanna.

Lyanna, my love,

I wish I can leave the battlefield and rush to your side. I know it is only a matter of time before our child is born. I prepared a gift for him or her. You will find three dragon eggs in the box. The dragon has three heads - a phrase he should always remember when the time comes.

I thought of a name for the child. Jaehaerys Targaryen if it will be a boy and if our child will be a girl, Rhaeanna will be a good name, no?

I will see you soon, my love.

- Your Prince, Rhaegar

His mind is in chaos. All his life, he always wanted to be a Stark... He is, half of him is. And half is the blood of the dragon...

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A day passed and Jon had been too distracted in doing his Kingly duties. Sansa noticed this but she said nothing. Sometimes, Jon finds himself snapping harsh orders at servants who were surprised by his outburst.

Temper...

Temper of the dragon...

He berated himself for losing it. Blood of the dragon and the wolf together. It is a worst combination.

"Your Grace..." Jon looked at the servant who was cowering at his presence. "At the gate..."

Jon followed the servant to the gate and there, he found a crowd around two figures. Jon walked closer and his breath almost stopped upon the sight of his crippled brother - cousin - he corrected himself.

"Bran..."

Bran looked at him, almost distant and emotionless.

"Hello Jon."

Jon hugged Bran. No sooner, Sansa joined them. The reunion held so much meaning for them. House Stark had been through so much and these young wolves together had significance for the North.

Jon forced himself to forget of the knowledge he had about his Targaryen heritage. He wanted to forget it as the thought held too much of significance. Him, a trueborn Targaryen born to Lyanna and Rhaegar Targaryen has the strongest claim to the iron throne, but that claim is not in his mind, not when the Night King is coming. Not when winter is here.

Word spreads like a wildfire. Bran's arrival is something the North is celebrating about. The lords send their words of welcoming to the last trueborn Stark. It does not bother Jon if the North will hail Bran as Lord of Winterfell. He will be happy to let Bran take it.

Later that day, Bran requested to speak to Jon in front of the Godswood tree. They were alone. Jon looked at his brother whose eyes were so unemotional. His eyes send shivers down to Jon's spine.

"The Night King is coming." Bran spoke. Jon was surprised Bran is aware of the Night King, but he was beyond the wall for so long. He is bound to know of such creature.

"Yes. We have to prepare the North and everyone else." That was always been his priority the moment he saw the Night King. Heritage and identity can wait until this enemy is defeated.

"You should be prepared Jon. You know fire can kill them. We need fire." They look into each other's eyes and Jon was shocked to see the depth of Bran's eyes. What had he seen beyond the wall to make him as such? Almost like a person bearing no emotion.

"I know. I have plans for weapons and -"

"Dragons. We need dragons."

Jon stopped and sighed helplessly. The mere word dragon is a bitter reminder of the truth. He went silent, unable to form coherent response to Bran.

Bran looked at Jon, understanding his conflict. It was hard to accept for someone who lived believing who he is, and it turns out he is someone else.

"You have been a wolf. You were raised by wolves and you embraced it, yet it is time to move on Jon. You must become a dragon."

The moment Jon looked into Bran's eyes, he immediately realized what Bran meant. How had he known?

"I see things, Jon. Many things. Past, Present and some of the Future. I am the three-eyed raven."

Jon heard of the Three eyed raven. At first, he did not believe it, but as he lived with the wildlings, he grew to understand and believe in it.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Haven't I told you? You must become a dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon, Jon."

"We don't have dragons! Where would we get it?!" Jon's temper raised. He is torn in the idea of his identity and the war to come. What is he supposed to do?!

"Your father, Rhaegar gave you a gift before you were born."

"I don't have it."

"The crypts. Visit your mother in the crypts. You might find what you are looking for." Jon sighed and said nothing as he walked away from the Godwood tree.

As he was leaving, Bran once again spoke. "You have to face it, Jaehaerys of House Targaryen."

Jon stopped. It dawned to him how Bran called him of his real name. A sigh left him as he walked once again and this time he did not dare to look back

He took shelter in his old room. He brought the box with him. Ghost whimpered a little upon the sight of the sigil as if the direwolf is aware of what it meant.

"I am still a wolf, Ghost." He uttered yet the calling deep inside him is growing.

The word is meant to reassure his direwolf but it sounded as if he is convincing himself.

It took Jon two days before he mustered the courage to walk to the crypts of Winterfell. He made sure no one followed him aside from Ghost. The huge direwolf never left his side and he appreciated it. His presence assures Jon - reminds him that there is still a wolf inside him.

He walked past Ned Stark's stone. Countless of times he wanted to shout at the stone, to vent his anger and frustration. He wanted to, but even if he will, it will not satiate the burning feeling inside him.

As he walked further to the crypts, in front of his mother, he was conflicted. He knew his mother loved him, and even his biological father did. That thought alone made Jon thankful of them, yet guilty. He was the fruit of what ignited the end of Targaryen Dynasty.

He might not get the full blame, but he is partially to blame.

Will the Northerners start to curse him because of his Targaryen blood? That is highly possible. Will his siblings - cousins - hate him for who he really is? Will Sansa throw him out?

So many scenarios running inside his head and he is not sure if he wanted answers.

He walked closer to the stone.

"Mother..." he uttered. It sounded natural. "Will father be proud of me?" He meant Rhaegar. He wanted to deny it, but as days grew by, he started accepting it. Even though the books have stated that Rhaegar is a monster, his mother clearly saw nothing but a prince who loved her and their unborn child.

Rhaegar loved him...

The thought warms Jon's heart...

After staring at the stone, he started to find something. Bran said that what he is looking for is here.

Are the dragon eggs inside her crypt? With a shaking breath, she rounded on the stone and looked for anything.

He brushes off dusts. And as he did, he was able to see the name on the stone.

Lyanna Stark - Targaryen

This only confirmed everything. Jon tried to open the stone crypt. He was able to see her mother's body, wrapped in a Stark banner but above her, there is a folded sigil of House Targaryen. Ned Stark must have respected the feelings of his sister for him to include this.

Beside the wrapped bones, Jon saw what he was looking for.

The gift of his father.

Three dragon eggs, one gold, one red and one blue.

With shaking hands, Jon started caressing the dragon eggs. It was wrapped with the banner of Targaryen. His eyes started to tear, emotions building upon the memories of the letters from Rhaegar to Lyanna.

He must have loved me to gift me with three dragon eggs. Jon thought.

Immediately, he wrapped the eggs and closed the crypt. With a last look, he uttered thank you to his mother's bones. He called to Ghost. Jon ensured to securely wrap the eggs inside his cloak, so no one will see. No one can know of its existence.

As soon as Jon took the eggs, he decided to seek Bran in the Godswood tree. He was glad to see him alone. Bran looked at him as if he is expecting Jon to come and seek him.

"You found it."

"I did. What do we do now? How do we hatch the eggs?"

"You will hatch it yourself. You must become a dragon."

"I am no dragon. I was burned when I saved Commander Mormont and you said Fire cannot kill a dragon. I have been a wolf all my life!"

"You are no ordinary wolf, Jon. You are no ordinary dragon either. You are an embodiment of ice and fire. You are a dragon wolf. "

Jon is confused on what exactly Bran wanted him to do. What is he supposed to do?

Wolf and Dragon...

Jon looked at Ghost and then to Dragon eggs.

ice and Fire...

He let instincts and feelings guide him by. He looked at the moon above them, and suddenly, he knew what to do. With no word, he left Bran in front of the Godswood. Ghost followed him as he took a torch with him.

They walked away, as far as they could away from the castle. Jon is thankful no one followed him or saw him. They might be wondering where the King is as of the moment, but he does not care. He tried to take his mind away from those thoughts as he trailed towards the dark woods.

It took him so much time before he arrived there. Sansa must have been wondering where he is right now as he concludes it is time for supper.

He walked further and found a cave nearby. He went inside with ghost right beside him.

His mind is currently blank... instincts are the only ones he is relying right now. He is not sure what exactly he is doing, but still, his body continued to do what his instincts are dictating.

He set the three dragon eggs in a large pile of woods.

"Ice and Fire..."

He looked at Ghost who was also staring at him with his red eyes.

"Trust me, Ghost." He drew his sword, Longclaw. The wolf made no move at all, waiting for his master to do anything.

He sliced Ghost's shoulder, inflicting small wound. The direwolf whimpered but Jon continued what he is doing. He took small drops of Ghost's blood and drip it on the dragon eggs.

Jon's heart continued to pound. He is not sure if it is his nervousness or excitement.

The next thing he did was slicing his hand, blood dripping to the dragon eggs, mixed with Ghost's own blood. He sighed looking at the eggs. He took the burning torch and carefully, he lit the pile of woods surrounding the eggs.

The fire spread wildly, and its warmness is calling to Jon.

"Ice and Fire... " He chanted as if it was a prayer to the gods.

Jon took off his cloak, then his armor, down to the last piece of his clothing. He shivered as he did, but it did not stop him from staring at the fire, stark naked as the day he was born.

He closed his eyes as he started to step towards the burning fire. He tried to empty his mind, and it was easy.

Step by step... he felt the warm enveloping him in an embrace.

Ghost howled worriedly but Jon continued until the fire engulfed him. The feeling is different. Was it because he was dead once? Or was it because he knew of his heritage?

He is not sure. He sat there in the middle of the fire, eyes closed.

It was a wonder how his mind drifted towards visions. Was it a dream? He does not know. But he saw himself in front of a woman - a woman with silver hair and lilac eyes.

A Targaryen... like him.

She was beautiful and even in this dream, Jon can feel a different power from her. His heart started to pound in his chest as she stared at him, eyes full of softness that warms his heart.

"My King..." she called out.

In Jon's mind, he wanted to ask the woman why she called him Her king, but the words that came from his mouth were different.

"My Queen..."

She smiled lovingly at Jon then she stared at the sky. He frowned for a moment before gazing at the same sky she is staring.

Up in the sky, he saw 6 dragons, 3 large ones and 3 smaller ones.

"Our children..." she told Jon.

"Our children..." he confirmed and that was the last memory Jon had in his mind before waking.

He does not know how many hours passed. He woke up in the cave, small light illuminating it. He felt a little cold and a little warm. Ghost whimpered and Jon looked at his direwolf.

"Ghost..." he called out. Jon vaguely felt a small movement on his shoulders.

A screeching sound was heard. Slowly, Jon looked at the creature on his left shoulder. He was soon faced with a small winged creature of blue color. He screeched at Jon - not in a wild manner or a threatening way, but a screech of acknowledgment. No, not acknowledgment, but almost in a loving way.

Another movement woke Jon from his musings. Another winged creature on his right shoulder. This one is of red color. And the last one was on his lap, the golden one.

Dragons born from fire and blood.

Not only his blood but the blood of his direwolf.

Ghost howled loudly, as if celebrating the arrival of Jon's dragons...

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Sansa asked Bran of Jon's whereabouts. She did not see him at supper and even today, he is nowhere to be found. She contemplated whether to call for a search party of where he is but that seems to be drastic.

"He will come back once he is ready." Is what Bran told Sansa. It did not help her worry at all. The people has been asking of where their king is and Sansa tried to answer them, vaguely as possible. She took some tasks to her hands while he is gone.

She even suspected that Littlefinger assassinated Jon, but while that seems to be a possibility, it is not Petyr's way. He is far too cunning to be direct.

Where could he be?

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Jon sat at the cave, fully dressed while staring at the dragons. Ghost was at his side, calmly looking at the winged creatures, as large as a fully-grown crow. They flew towards Ghost and sat at his wide back.

It was an odd thing to see.

Baby dragons at the back of a direwolf. Ghost seems to be nonchalant of their existence at his back.

The three baby dragons looked at Jon expectedly. They looked at him like children looking at their father. While the thought seems to be ridiculous, Jon still welcomed them.

"You need names." He said. The intelligent dragons flew towards Jon and sat on his lap, waiting for him to name them.

He looked at the Gold Dragon.

"Rhaea." He gently touched the creature's head who nuzzled at his touch. He allowed a gentle smile graced his lips. He then looked at the dragon at the middle, the red one.

"Daena." And lastly, he looked at the Blue Dragon and uttered: "Vaera."

After giving them names, Jon felt even more connection to them. Now, he had become a dragon. So many thoughts came to his mind and one of them is how he will tell Sansa of this situation. His heritage and the dragons.

He cannot hide the dragons forever. Soon, they will grow as large as they could and it will be hard to miss that sight. For now, he has a little more of time to figure out how he can hide them.

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Sansa saw Jon and the moment she did, she tried to ask him of his whereabouts from last night. Jon did not tell her and was evasive and vague. It frustrated her yet she cannot ask for any information if he is not willing to provide it. She vaguely noticed a small wound on his hand and onto Ghost's.

She noticed something different of her brother. She cannot exactly point out what, but she knew he is somewhat different. It has been 5 days and he has been acting differently. Jon never told her anything at all, as if he does not trust her.

Bran must have known something. Often, she finds them in front of the Godswood, speaking in a serious conversation. She wondered what it was.

Seems like she is not the only one who noticed Jon's odd behavior. Littlefinger is constantly whispering words to her ear, words of suspicions regarding her brother, but Sansa never replied.

She hopes whatever Jon is hiding will not doom their house.

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Almost a week since his daughters had been born, Jon continued to formulate some plans on how he can inform all of them. He wanted to tell Sansa first, but he went against the idea. Not when Littlefinger is constantly whispering to her ears.

So, he decided to tell his most trusted advisor and friend.

Ser Davos and Tormund. They were wondering why Jon asked them to ride with him towards the thick forest away from the castle - in secrecy.

"You will know once we get there." He said.

"Where is your direwolf, Your Grace?" Ser Davos asked. It is rarity to not see the white albino direwolf beside the King in the North as the beast has always been with him. Jon did not answer though. He knew where Ghost is.

Ghost is with his daughters - the dragons. He often hunts in the forest and feed them to the growing dragons.

It is ironic to see it. Dragons raised by a wolf - almost like Jon himself. A dragon raised by wolves.

They rode for about an hour until they were in front of the cave.

"You've been acting oddly for the past few days. Whatever is inside that cave, is that the reason why?" Tormund asked. Jon nodded, confirming his question.

"Ghost." Jon called out. Not too long, Ghost walked out of the dark cave, alone.

Ser Davos frowned, still a guarded expression in his face as he waited for the direwolf to approach. Jon slowly studied the two men beside him then decided to call his children.

"Rhaea, Daena, Vaera." Jon called out.

Soon, small sounds of the flapping wings were heard, then the creatures were out. They screeched in delight upon seeing the sight of their father and he is mirroring a small smile upon seeing them. His connection to them is as strong as his connection to Ghost and it is growing day by day. They slowly flew towards Jon. Daena and Vaera on his shoulders and Rhaea on his arm. Upon seeing the two strangers, the three of them screeched with hostility, declaring that they will not hesitate to burn these two should they try anything harmful to their father.

The two stepped back, surprised upon seeing the creatures. Rhaea, the golden dragon flew from Jon's arm then landed on Ghost's back, screeching more aggressively. Jon knew they still cannot breathe fire, but their sharp teeth and jaws are enough to harm any man. The wound might not be large, but Jon knew it will hurt.

"Rhaea." Jon called out. The dragon stopped her threats then looked at her father. Upon seeing the look Jon is giving her, she immediately flew to his arm, embracing his father like an obedient daughter she is.

"I-Is that what I think it is?! That's bloody dragons!" Tormund exclaimed upon looking at the three small winged creatures on Jon's shoulders and arms. Ser Davos' eyes looked at Jon as if he had seen a ghost.

He supposed he is a ghost considering he had been dead for days before coming back to life.

"How?" The Onion Knight asked Jon. This is where Jon tried to explain everything, as much as he can. He is not sure how Ser Davos will take it, but he knew for sure Tormund will not mind his heritage. He had gained the trust of the Free folk. They will not care if he is a bastard or not.

After telling the two men of how he found out and how he hatched the eggs, they stared at him with so much respect, amazement and there is a lingering fear there.

The fear he detected seems to come as natural. Everyone fears the dragon. Jon is not sure how he felt about being feared by people. Do they think he will become mad and start burning people alive? He knew he will not do it. The thought is making him uncomfortable.

"Jon, not only you were resurrected, you are unburnt, Dragon Wolf of Winterfell." Tormund stared at Jon in amazement. His eyes darted to the three small ones. "We now stand a chance against the coming winter. Fire will kill the Night King."

"I know, but we have to think of how the houses in the north will react to this. The Mad King burned my grandfather and uncle. My mother ran away with my father and started Robert's Rebellion. The North always remembers."

"With all due respect, Your Grace, the North will also remember how you took back Winterfell from the Boltons. They will remember the hero you are and how you did not judge the children of the sins of their fathers. They shouldn't judge you." Ser Davos said. "I, for one still believe in you. If I have not sworn my oath, then I will now. I am at your service."

Ser Davos knelt in front of Jon, and it made Jon uncomfortable. He grew to treat this man as his friend. A trusted adviser as well. Seeing him kneel in front of him only proves of his status.

I wonder how many men will try to kneel or kill me once they knew who I am? he mused to himself.

The dragons saw how Davos knelt with respect and they appreciated it. Dragons tend to rule above the others, proud and confident.

"Ser Davos, stand. I asked you to come here not because I want you to kneel before me, but I need your advice on how to handle these matters. I cannot hide my children for too long. They will grow larger every day."

"Should they go against you now that you have dragons, then these houses are nothing but fools! They don't know what will come to them once the Night King and his armies of dead start to march." Tormund stated and Jon nodded. He spoke of truth. They will need these dragons. Although Jon knew that they needed fire to kill the enemies, he still worries for his children. They are part of Jon, part of who he is today.

"I suggest we wait until these dragons will be able to breath fire, Your Grace. I do not suggest you burn anyone who will object, but it is good if we are to be prepared for the worst." Jon heeded to that advise.

As soon as they were done with discussion, Jon bid farewell to his daughters. He is sad to leave them in the cave, but he cannot bring them to the castle, not yet.

"Ghost, stay with your sisters." The intelligent direwolf did not answer, but his eyes spoke of understanding Jon. He set the three dragons on Ghost's back as they went inside the cave.