Daenerys Targaryen's eyes welled with tears, and she shook her head slightly, whispering, "Jon, I will declare to everyone that you are my nephew… my kin."
Jon Snow turned his face away, the back of his hand brushing his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Jon turned to Daenerys, a shy smile on his face: "I understand, Aunt Daenerys."
Daenerys's tears overflowed, streaming down her cheeks, and a joyful smile bloomed on her face.
Jon immediately panicked, his expression anxious as he said, "You… don't cry…"
Daenerys wiped her tears, shaking her head with an amused smile.
Although she seemed fine, Jon still asked with concern, "Are you alright, Princess Daenerys?"
"Don't worry, I'm just too happy."
Daenerys raised an eyebrow, teasing him in a good mood, "My Jon, have you never seen a lady cry from happiness?"
Jon replied honestly, "I never paid attention before…"
He gave an embarrassed smile, then added, "She likes to laugh a lot."
Daenerys smiled, glancing sideways at Jon, and said, "She?"
"Her name is Rennel, and I plan to marry her." When he mentioned Rennel, Jon's face was filled with the pure smile of a young man.
Daenerys murmured as if to herself, "That's wonderful…"
She then said, "I will bless you both, Jon."
...…
In the Governor's Mansion garden, Daenerys and Jon sat in the pavilion, chatting and laughing.
Hahaha, the silver-haired princess covered her mouth to laugh, while Jon's face was a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
Jon spread his hands helplessly: "For a while, I didn't even dare to meet him, worried he'd drag me off to spar again."
Jon first recounted his upbringing, then spoke of what he had seen and heard in the Red Keep. He noticed that Daenerys was very interested in the matter of Count Glynn, so he told her everything he knew, including… the embarrassing story of him being utterly crushed by Glynn in a sword fight… The straightforward Northern boy didn't notice anything else unusual; he just thought that as long as his kin was happy, it was good.
Daenerys couldn't help but rub her lower abdomen, saying, "I guess… this was some kind of test from Count Glynn for you?"
Jon nodded slightly: "I only learned the reason later. It turned out Count Glynn intended to take me as his squire. Although I lost that honor, I have always been very grateful to him."
He paused, then added, "I can feel that he chose me not for any other… reason, nor did he look down on me because of my identity like others. Count Glynn is a good person."
During their conversation, they both tacitly avoided discussing the Usurper.
Daenerys nodded, then paused, and suddenly said, "Jon, I heard there was a tourney in King's Landing not long ago. Who won the championship?"
Jon shrugged: "Of course, it was Count Glynn. At least, I haven't found anyone stronger than him."
He really did it… Daenerys recalled the first gift Glynn gave her, the Queen of Love and Beauty's crown.
She had always treasured that gift… Daenerys's smile unconsciously became sweeter.
The slow-witted Northern boy finally noticed something was off, and he asked directly, "Princess Daenerys, do you like Count Glynn?"
Daenerys's smile was captivating, and she nodded in admission, then said, "Jon, you can just call me Daenerys, or Dany."
"I will bless you both, Daenerys."
...…
In the distance, Viserys Targaryen III gazed at the man and woman in the pavilion, a cold smile on his face.
"So happy… Dick, who is he?"
Dick craned his neck, confirmed it again, then replied, "King Viserys, I heard he just reunited with our Princess today…"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"His name is Jon, and he is said to be the child of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."
After hearing Dick's words, Viserys's handsome face twisted, and his teeth ground together, creaking.
"A false spring… a filthy bastard… the root of rebellion… the bloodline of the Usurper…"
Dick saw King Viserys standing there motionless, muttering to himself. After a while, he cautiously called out, "Your Majesty…"
Viserys suddenly grinned: "Very good, very good."
With that, he cast a deep glance at the figures in the distant pavilion, then turned and strode away.
...…
Whether it was Daenerys or Jon, the lack of familial affection in their upbringing was like an insurmountable chasm, deeply etched into their hearts. They both yearned for the warmth and solace of kin.
Daenerys and Jon lacked familial affection and thus yearned for it… Their reunion was a rare blessing for them, and they both cherished it deeply.
On the first day of their reunion, Daenerys appointed Jon as her personal guard, to show her trust in him.
...…
The next day, in the morning.
Jon, dressed in clean black leather armor, came to a small hall in the Governor's Mansion, waiting with everyone for Daenerys's arrival.
A sturdy middle-aged man with thinning hair caught Jon's attention. More precisely, what attracted him was the emblem embroidered on the man's dark green outer garment—a standing black bear.
The Mormont family of Bear Island? Jon pondered the middle-aged man's identity, then walked over.
Jon greeted him proactively: "Good day, I am Jon Snow."
Ser Jorah's face stiffened slightly, and he returned the greeting: "Good day, I am Jorah Mormont."
Jorah Mormont? Jon's face grew cold… He had heard of him from Uncle Ned, the man who had shamefully fled to escape the crime of selling slaves.
Jon said coldly, "I didn't expect to find you here."
Ser Jorah gazed at Jon: "It seems… you know me, the bastard of Winterfell."
Jon frowned tightly: "Mormont, you have lost your honor."
Ser Jorah looked Jon up and down, then said, "It was Eddard Stark's twisted justice that robbed me of my honor like a bandit."
One of Jon's hands went to the hilt of the longsword at his waist: "A slave trader is not fit to speak of honor; it is a defilement of honor."
Ser Jorah's hand also rested on the hilt of his sword: "I have the right to dispose of poachers who trespass on my lands; they are deserving of death."
Jon stared at Ser Jorah, saying coldly, "That's no reason for you to sell slaves."
Ser Jorah snorted: "You really are like a Stark."
He added, "When we return to the Sunset Lands, I will give you a chance to prove that honor, child."
"You!"
Their commotion had already attracted the attention of others. The tall, thin Anguy slowly walked over.
Anguy nudged the Bear Island knight with his elbow, saying, "Ser, it's rare to see you so patient."
After his severe injuries last time, Anguy had become much more composed. He bowed to Jon: "Good day, Lord Jon, I am Anguy, I am…"
Anguy hadn't finished speaking when Borona bumped into him, interrupting his words.
Borona first scrutinized Jon, pinching her chin for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and said, "You're very strong. I'll come find you tonight."
Anguy, who had been bumped aside, looked up at the ceiling in exasperation, while Ser Jorah patted him on the shoulder.
Find me for what?! The brave Northern boy instinctively took a step back.
Just then, a handmaiden announced, "Her Highness Daenerys arrives!"
Everyone collectively bowed slightly in the direction of the voice. Daenerys, wearing a pale gold silk gown, walked slowly, a gentle smile on her face.
After the greetings, the silver-haired princess stood beside Jon and solemnly introduced him to everyone.
Borona had only returned that morning, and she could not hide her disappointment… How could he be the Princess's kin… A strong and handsome husband was indeed hard to find!
Their discussion focused on the arrangements for the tourney. After the meeting concluded, Daenerys kept Jon behind.
Daenerys sat upright, her fingers intertwined and moving slightly. Her voice was filled with apology: "Jon, my brother… King Viserys…"
She paused, then continued, "There are many things concerning the tourney, and he doesn't have time to see me for now."
Last night, Daenerys had sought an audience with Viserys regarding Jon, but he had refused her. Although Daenerys sensed Viserys's strangeness, she hadn't connected it to complex legal issues. After all, she had lived a "wandering" life with her brother since childhood and had not received any education in this regard, nor did she have any advisors on such matters.
Jon smiled gently, saying, "Daenerys, I am already very satisfied with things as they are."
He seemed worried that he hadn't expressed himself clearly, so he added, "Believe me, I'm telling the truth."
Daenerys stared at the earnest Jon for a moment, then nodded slightly, saying, "There will be a good time."
Seeing the determination in Daenerys's expression, Jon smiled helplessly. The Northern boy was not good with words; he would prove his words with actions in the future… To have kin like Daenerys, he was truly content… He already had a lover and kin. Sometimes he even feared waking up suddenly to find it was all just a beautiful dream.
Daenerys picked up her teacup and took a sip, saying, "Jon, what about Rennel?"
Jon looked at Daenerys in confusion.
Daenerys couldn't help but smile: "My Guard Jon, haven't you thought about bringing your Rennel here?"
She paused, then said softly, "I will protect you both."
Jon's face showed gratitude and emotion. As he nodded, he clenched his fists, secretly vowing… he would use his sword to cut down all of Daenerys's enemies. The North never forgets.
...…
That night, the unwilling Borona intended to carry Jon into her room and leave him with an unforgettable memory, but she unfortunately lost to him in a sword fight.
...…
The next day, at the sword training ground, Jon defeated Daenerys's other personal guard, Othana from Crab Claw Point.
At the same time, Jon's strength was also recognized by the "Daenerys's Group."
...…
On the third day, Daenerys invited a skilled blacksmith to custom-make a full set of black armor with red patterns for Jon. The blacksmith estimated it would be completed within a month.
...…
On the seventh day, Jon defeated other competitors with his excellent swordsmanship, becoming one of the instructors of the "Princess's Legion."
...…
On the eleventh day, Jon, accompanied by the newly joined Rolly, led a hundred soldiers on an expedition to eradicate a bandit group wandering near the city-state.
...…
On the thirteenth day, Daenerys gave Jon a luxuriously decorated sword as a reward.
...…
Fourteen days later, in the evening, at Viserys's King's Camp.
Viserys reeked of alcohol: "My dear sister, are you teaching me how to do things?"
He extended a pale, slender finger and poked Daenerys's forehead, then continued, "I am… the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Viserys Targaryen III, the one true king of the Iron Throne."
Finally, Viserys shrieked, "The true King of the Seven Kingdoms!"
Viserys's loud voice immediately drew Borona, Jorah, and Dick, who were waiting outside the King's Camp.
Seeing the three enter without permission, Viserys roared, "Get out!"
Among the three, only Dick hesitated, bowed, and then retreated from the King's Camp.
Viserys showed a strange smile, and he looked at Daenerys, saying, "My dear sister, are you trying to awaken the sleeping dragon's fury within me?"
Daenerys's purpose in coming was not to argue with her brother. She turned her head and said softly, "Wait for me outside. Please do not enter without my command."
Viserys first watched Jorah and Borona leave the King's Camp with a cold gaze, then picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and mocked, "Dany, my dear sister, you are so foolish, yet why do they only obey your commands? Why do they dare to disregard the true King?"
Daenerys shook her head slightly, calmly saying, "Brother, they are my helpers. I need helpers to gather the forces for you to reclaim the Iron Throne."
She paused, then continued, "I believe… once you sit on the Iron Throne, you will surely become a beloved King."
Upon hearing this, Viserys burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm.
"So my sister's tongue is so sweet, I almost believed your lies!"
Viserys's words made Daenerys both sad and heartbroken; the pain inflicted by her only brother was always doubled.
Daenerys's eyes reddened, and she took a deep breath, saying, "Viserys, I am your own sister. How could I possibly deceive you?"
Viserys's handsome face twisted, and he stepped forward, shrieking, "Did you not come to me for that Usurper's bloodline?!"
With a crash, he smashed the wine cup in his hand to the ground, raging, "You want me to acknowledge a bastard with the Usurper's bloodline?! You fool! Whore!"
Although glistening tears welled in Daenerys's eyes, she still held her head high and looked directly at Viserys.
"Viserys, there are only three Targaryens left!"
Viserys's purple eyes seemed to turn red: "What a ridiculous reason! Listen, there only needs to be one descendant of the true dragon, and that is me!"
Daenerys's eyes were blurred with tears, and she swore… this was the last time she would cry because of her brother. She swore to the gods!
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