Truthfully, I had this idea for several hours for whatever reason. The muse hit me when it refused to for my other stories. Odd, but I need it out there now.

This is going to put some focus on Dany's dragons, more specifically, Rhaegal and Viserion. I don't feel enough stories do them justice, not truly. The whole story won't completely revolve around them, but they will be more than just the living flying mass weapons of destruction. I also have my own plans for Viserion especially.

And so, without further ado, I introduce you all to-

Blood of Ice and Fire

He was no fool, as some of the Nights Watch may like to say where they thought he wouldn't hear them. He was harsh, bitter, and angry with his lot in life. Even he was able to admit that at times when he was left alone to reflect. But Ser Alliser Thorne was no fool by any stretch of the imagination. Though the banished knight did have to admit one thing.

He hadn't expected Eddard fucking Stark of all people to be hiding a secret as major as Jon Snow. Especially not considering he helped place his best friend on the throne through right of conquest after crushing nearly the entirety of the Targaryen family.

Though it was arguable that one of the few things that gave Robert some form of legitimacy to rule the throne was also the fact that he was distantly related to House Targaryen in the first place. Funny how he thought of the Targaryens as monsters and their children as "dragonspawn" yet gave no consideration to the fact that his ancestors were Targaryen in the first place. If he were to meet his ancestors of old, would he put them to the sword and call them dragonspawn?

Somehow, he didn't doubt that he would have at the time.

He had met Prince Rhaegar a few times and spoke with him, long before the rebellion had begun and before his prince had even gone to the tourney at Harrenhal to begin with. Being the heir to house Thorne at the time, though a minor house in the Crownlands, the Targaryen crown prince cared not for the difference between low and high born, minor house or lord paramount. He was fair minded, honest, a good man. Even if he had a tendency to brood a bit too often.

Much like Jon Snow.

All it had taken for Ser Alliser to realize who Jon truly was, was some observation. At first he dismissed his thoughts as those of a wishful fool, 'Its simply the sullen nature of a bastard born placed at the wall, nothing more.' He had thought to himself at the time.

But then he started to compare their physical features. The cheek bones, the nose and the shape of his eyes. He'd be the spitting image of Prince Rhaegar, if not for the Stark steel grey eyes and dark hair that came out on top of the more obvious Valyrian features. Yet no one could seem to see where the subtle features of a dragonlord came into play.

Eddard had likely thanked every god, old and new, that Rhaegars son would be able to be passed off as a Stark. So long as no one who was close to the prince saw him, that was. Though the chance of such an event happening was unlikely, considering the fact that most of the people who had been close enough to Rhaegar to know what he looked like were now dead. Most notable was the majority of his kingsguard, with the exceptions of Ser Jaime and Ser Barristan.

Even now, as the wildling horde made their slow advance on the wall, he couldn't help but occasionally ponder how in the seven hells Ser Barristan hadn't recognized Jon for who he was when the king visited Winterfell. Though, he supposed that may have been due to the fact that Jon was kept out of sight from the royal party to avoid everyone seeing House Starks "shame".

He still couldn't believe how well Eddard did in covering up such a fantastic lie. He couldn't help but think that it seemed Eddard Stark was even more honorable than most claimed him to be. After all, he made sure his nephew didn't suffer the same fate as Aegon and have his head bashed against a wall before he even had the chance to speak his first words.

He had given the boy small tests here and there to see how he'd act, to see if he was truly like his father. Helping Samwell Tarly cemented matters for him. He truly was his fathers son, and no one knew it. Not even Jon Snow himself.

He was skilled with a sword, much like Rhaegar, but unlike his prince, he seemed to have much more natural talent than he did. And unlike Rhaegar, he seemed a lot more eager to prove himself and fight, though he supposed that was due to his upbringing as a bastard. Oh how he wished he could tell the biy the truth before he swore his vows. To stop him so he wouldn't lose his birthright.

When he spoke to Maester Aemon however, he was surprised at the old Targaryens approach. Especially considering the old dragon wasn't at all surprised by the revelation of who Jon Snow really was.

"I knew who he was the moment I felt his face, so much like young Rhaegars. I'd had my suspicions when I head of Ned Starks bastard son, but I hadn't paid them any mind. After meeting the boy, my suspicions have been confirmed. For now, we'll stay silent. I'm sure there are many here who would send word to the Beratheons of Rhaegars last son for a chance at a pardon from life on the wall. Besides, he's making an oath as Jon Snow, Bastard son of Eddard Stark. Rightful heir to nothing and the shield that guards the realms of men.

"That oath will not apply to Aenar Targaryen, first of his name, rightful king of the andals and the first men, trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Let him take his vows, Ser Alliser. Let him learn and grow, allow him to become a good man, a good leader. Treat him as you would any other boy of the Nights Watch, and ensure the man is born."

And so, as much as it pained him, he allowed "Jon Snow" to take his vows at the foot of the Weirwood. He wished he could share the good news with other supporters of the Targaryen throne, but the few supporters that had survived long enough to choose betseen the Wall and execution had passed away. Either to raiders, slips on top of the wall, or desertion. Only he remained.

He kept up his sneers and his harsh japes gave Jon Snow the same scorn he gave other men of the watch, making sure he was giving the bastard a hard time despite how much it had hurt to do so. Oh how desperately he wanted to tell him the truth, of his true parentage and his birthright. Something maester Aemon seemed acutely aware of in particular.

When Jon went north of the wall on the great ranging with the Lord Commander, he couldn't help but be a bit worried for his king. He had almost spilled the truth then and there and risked exposing Jon when he went to Jeor in a vain attempt to allow him to come on the ranging. Someone who actually knew how to wield a sword needed to be able to watch his back after all, someone that wasn't Samwell Tarly.

"Why are you so damn insistent on coming along on this ranging?" Jeor had questioned in curiosity, a small amount of irritation coloring his voice, "I'll have another two hundred rangers out there with me, one more man won't make a difference. I need you here to man Castle Black, you're the only one being left behind that I trust with such a task."

The old knight had to stop himself from physically lashing out at the old bears dismissal at the time, feeling he had to come along on the expedition. If only to protect the rightful king, "Lord Commander, I need to come with you. Jon Snow, he's-" He stopped himself. He had very nearly made a foolish mistake, one that could've cost Jon his life or at the very least the safety anonymity currently brought him.

Thankfully, Mormont only took it as him attempting to once more belittle Eddards bastard, sighing now in pure irritation at the long standing member of the Nights Watch, "Ser Alliser, Jon has proven more than competent enough than the majority of the fools that currently man the Wall. I don't need you to keep me safe from him, he's a loyal man of the watch."

'Its not you I'm trying to protect, Old Bear.' He thought to himself grimly, 'Its him. Always him.' He had said nothing more though on the matter, knowing he would only earn his further ire if he did. And so he kept silent, no longer trying to convince the old Lord Commander to allow him to come along on the expedition. It would do him and Jon both no good.

After all, what suspicions would he raise if he kept insisting he go along under the pretense of distrusting Jon Snow, one of the best among a group of two hundred rangers?

He had been wroth when the remains of the expedition returned, with old Jeor having been killed by mutineers and a great many of the rangers that left having been killed either by the mutineers or supposedly by white walkers. None of them knew what happened to Jon Snow or Qorin Halfhand. Upon the return, he couldn't help but vent his frustrations under the guise of "training" the men.

When Jon Snow returned wearing the clothes of a wildling, he couldn't help the disbelief at the story he told. Pretending to join the wildlings, killing the halfhand on his orders to infiltrate them and potentially get a shot at their king. It was risky and foolish, but he was amazed at how well it went. He still had to berate him, just like any other member of the watch, and he had to become more scornful of him for having laid with a wildling.

If he had really cared, he would've had him executed no matter what arguments he brought up. Truth be told, he was glad that the lad was alive. It meant that the time he put into making sure he could swing a sword properly wasn't wasted after all. And he couldn't help but hate how he had to put up a front of scorn and anger whenever it came to the one man he'd rather see on the throne more than anyone else.

As the days drew closer to the eventual wildling attack on the wall, Ser Alliser once more found himself in the maesters quarters, looking to speak with Aemon once more regarding Jon. Taking a seat, the old knight looked at the even older Targaryen with a frown set upon his face, "Maester Aemon, we should tell Jon the truth before the battle. Let him know of his true origins, so he doesn't die thinkin himself to be someone else. He deserves to know."

"And have himself distracted in the coming days before a battle?" Aemon retorted, his unseeing eyes seemingly staring directly into Allisers soul, "What if the thoughts of his true heritage throws him off balance? If its the very thing that gets him killed? No, we need to wait until after the battle to tell him the truth. To let him know who his parents really are. I have the papers somewhere here to prove things to him..."

Ser Alliser sighed but did not fight the maesters decision, giving his farewells to the elderly Targaryen. As he went up to the top of the wall, the Targaryen loyalist began to think of the trials ahead, knowing that Jon would be up to the challenge. He was his fathers son after all, and here at the wall, there was no "demon of the Trident" to smash in his chest.

This is really just meant to be a scattered recollection of Thornes thoughts to show where he actually stands with Jon in this story, as well as show where we are at in the story at the moment. Its not much, and its just a start to give y'all and idea of what's going on.

Now, I would very much like a co-writer for this story! I would like to do this story justice and there's a lot I want to do, but I need someone who has extensive book knowledge as well. I have some knowledge of the books after having some progress in reading them when I can, done some research into popular theories such as the grand northern conspiracy, but I need someone who would be interested in giving me a hand. You will be given proper credit of course for the effort and will constantly be referred to in each note, there will be more obviously but we could discuss that in private. I do ask that you have a really good grasp on the English language.