Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 928 Jon, You Must Keep This Secret

"Bran, you know everything that happens in Westeros, don't you?"

Just when several people were about to leave the lounge and return to the hall to continue the previous trial, Jon, who had already stood up, stopped and looked at the big crow hesitantly.

Bran seemed to be aware of it, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Me, who is my mother?" Jon was still a little hesitant at first, but when he asked the words, he became uncontrollably excited, "When I left Winterfell to go to the Great Wall, my father told me that the next time we meet Just tell me everything.

How I look forward to seeing my father who came to visit me in Castle Black one day, but what I have been waiting for has been bad news. "

Jon blushed.

"You are Stark, our brother, that's for sure," Bran said.

Sansa also smiled and comforted Jiong: "You don't know, when I was a child, I always thought that you and Arya were my father's children, because none of us look like my father."

Jon touched his bearded horse's face and couldn't help grinning.

He always knew that one of the important reasons why Mrs. Caitlin didn't like him was that he looked too much like his father, and that Robb had inherited more Tully traits.

"I still want to know the identity of my biological mother, even if she is a skilled girl," Jon said with great difficulty, "I want to know where she is now and if she is doing well."

"She's dead." Bran sighed and said bitterly: "Your mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to you. She, she loved you very much, not to mention a lowly skilled girl. Her status is as noble as that of any woman in the Seven Kingdoms." .”

"Ah!" Jon and Sansa exclaimed at the same time.

"Could it be that Jon's mother is really Ashara Dayne?" As soon as the words came out, Sansa shook her head quickly, "Ashara was the archbishop of Meereen, and she didn't die."

"Who is my mother?" Jon trembled.

"I think you are doing well now, knowing that those old events will affect-"

Before Bran finished speaking, Jon waved his hand excitedly and interrupted him: "Bran, I'm not having a good time now. I've been troubled by this problem for almost 20 years. There's a huge hole in my heart, just wait Fill it up with it."

The hesitation in the big crow's eyes disappeared little by little, and he sighed: "You are Daenerys' real nephew."

"What? I'm Aegon?" Jon was stunned.

"Bran, you are so stupid, Jon is a Stark, how could it be—" Sansa cried halfway, then suddenly her expression froze, and she murmured: "I see, I see, Jon is Rhaegar and Rai!" Aunt Anna's child, no wonder the father kept it a secret."

"I, my mother is Lyanna?" Jon was in a trance, his thinking was chaotic.

The big crow glanced at the eldest sister, and said: "It's hard to imagine when the matter is not revealed, but once the mystery is revealed, everything is so natural, right?"

Both Sansa and Jon were in shock and did not answer his words.

"I am the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, and I am Targaryen," Jon mumbled blankly as he sat back on the armchair, holding his head.

"You are Stark, our brother." Bran said.

After a change in expression, Sansa asked hoarsely, "Does Daenerys know Jon's identity?"

The big crow took a deep look at her and said, "Maybe she knows, or maybe she doesn't know."

"Then do you know? You think." Sansa asked.

"I probably don't know, just like many people, she subconsciously doesn't doubt Jon's identity. But with her intelligence, if she really feels something, she might have doubts," Bran said.

"Feeling, what feeling?" Sansa wondered.

"You asked Jon if he had any inexplicable closeness to Daenerys and Tyrion."

"I'm confused, I don't know." Jon shook his head.

"That's it. Jon doesn't have any Targaryen characteristics, but a pure Stark." Sansa said quickly.

"Can I still be a Stark?" Jon smiled bitterly, looked at the big crow and said, "How about, Bran, you come to be the Duke of the North? You should inherit the title of father and father. After Robb, you are First heir, and Rickon after that."

Bran said sincerely: "Don't be stupid, my identity and ability are now exposed, how can I be the Duke of the North?

And your identity is no secret to me, but I never wanted to take Winterfell from you.

Because you are our brother, unless you dislike Stark's identity, think Targaryen is more noble, and want a better future. "

"No, no, how could I dislike it." Jon waved his hands again and again.

Although Bran is telling the truth - Targaryen is nobler and more promising, but he really doesn't dislike the status of "Duke of the North".

Becoming the Duke of the North was his childhood dream, although it was quickly shattered by the cruel reality (ps).

He hesitated: "Rickon"

In Westeros, there is no decree of favor, and being the second son is very miserable, without the right of inheritance, not even as good as a property knight - a property knight has at least one fief and a small castle.

"Grandpa Brynden intends to let Rickon inherit Riverrun." Sansa hesitated and said, "Tully's Duke of the River was abolished by the Iron Throne long ago, and it is impossible for Daenerys to help Tully regain his title.

But Riverrun belongs to the family castle built by the Tully ancestors, and she can protect the legal rights of the Tully family.

Therefore, Rickon will at least be the Earl of Riverrun in the future.The King of the Seven Kingdoms would even return the title to Tully if it was a boon. "

"What about you?" Jon worried again: "You are a woman with a child, and it's too hard to work outside alone. Why don't you come back and inherit Winterfell?"

"She doesn't necessarily like Winterfell!" Bran said slightly sarcastically, and said angrily: "Jon, whether you are your father's biological son or not does not affect everything you have now. These relatives are all yours, and nothing will change."

Sansa's face turned blue and red, she gave the big crow a look, and said, "Don't get entangled, Jon. Whether it's father's illegitimate son or Aunt Lyanna's son, it really doesn't make much difference to me."

Jon's eyes were red with emotion, and he nodded without any further excuses.

When the big crow left and the two left the guest room, Sansa paused and said in a low voice, "Jon, do you want the Iron Throne?"

Seeing the longing in his younger sister's eyes, Jon smiled wryly, "Sansa, I swear to my dead father that I will never be an obstacle in your struggle for the throne."

Sansa blushed, and explained embarrassingly: "That day in Winterfell (the night I reunited with Bran for the first time), I showed you my attitude towards the Iron Throne.

For the Iron Throne, I am eager, but not crazy.

It's like walking by the river, and a few bleating sheep float down the upstream, there are 'Iron Throne' sheep, there are 'Dukes of the Seven Kingdoms' sheep, there are 'Ordinary Duke' sheep, there are 'Ordinary Noble' sheep, there are 'Old Lords' sheep Honestly be a Monopoly' sheep.

For my family, I don't want to hide my desires, I just want better.

If I can get it, of course I will pick up the 'Iron Throne' sheep; if I can't, I will switch to other sheep before my shoes get wet.

At the end of the day, I just want to catch sheep, not throw myself into the river and become a 'Sansa' sheep for people downriver to salvage. "

After a pause, she continued with some reluctance: "If you also come to the river now and stretch out your pole to reach the 'Iron Throne' sheep, then I will change my target; if you are not interested, I will continue to fish for that sheep." 'Iron Throne' sheep."

Whether Sansa was telling the truth was uncertain, but she did express herself so clearly that Jon understood it perfectly.

"Sansa, go ahead and fish for that 'Iron Throne' sheep, I won't fight with you." He said embarrassingly.

"Don't force it, if you sit on the Iron Throne, I will be equally happy." Sansa said reluctantly.

"Not forced, completely sincere." Jon said sincerely.

"Then..." Sansa's eyes flashed with excitement, and she begged, "Can you not disclose your identity to the public?"

Jon froze, and in a trance, he seemed to hear another beautiful woman begging him not to

Shaking his head, Jon dispelled the inexplicably chaotic thoughts that flashed in his mind, and solemnly swore: "Sansa, don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

Knowing my own life experience only makes me cherish my present life and your relatives even more.

I am your brother, I want to protect you, help you achieve your wish, and will not cause you any trouble. "

"Thank you, Jon." Sansa was very moved, and gave her brother a happy smile.

(End of this chapter)