Chapter 30 - Return to Winterfell (I)
"Revolution, rebellion, insurrection, riot, subversion, tumult. All words used by others to make other desperate people realize their ambitions. Words every monarch hates, and I'm no different." Aenar Targaryen, God Emperor of Planetos.
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Westeros - North.
Jon warmed himself by the fire, roasting a rabbit under the orange flames. His purple eyes fell on the cloaked wooden cage and he smiled. The young dragon was like a curious child, always trying to see what he thought was new.
The hatchling had a completely different personality than Caraxes, his brother was a voracious warrior and lover of war, as cruel as his face seemed. He loved the smell of blood and the charred corpse of his dragon flames. The young dragon, on the other hand, was playful and eager to explore, full of a free and graceful spirit.
Jon liked the hatchling, it would be one of the most important dragons of House Targaryen in the future, just like Dreamfyre, it would be the origin of many dragons.
He wasn't afraid to show the dragon to his uncle, on the contrary, he wanted to show it to him and force him to prepare for the coming war.
Just as Jon was about to pick up the rabbit and eat it, his movements stopped and he looked south from where he was standing. The sound of horses appeared on the horizon, becoming clearer and more audible until he knew that four or five horses were approaching.
And it wasn't long before five horses in different coats appeared before Jon, the crest they wore making him narrow his eyes dangerously.
A pink skinned man.
House Bolton of the Dreadfort.