With tears welling in her eyes, Daenerys Targaryen shook her head slightly and whispered, " Jon, I will declare to everyone that you are my nephew... my family."
Jon Snow turned his face away, the back of his hand brushing against the corner of his eye.
Taking a deep breath, Jon turned to Daenerys, his smile somewhat shy, "I understand, Aunt Daenerys."
Tears welled up in Daenerys ' eyes and slid down her cheeks, but she smiled with delight.
Jon panicked immediately, and said nervously, "You... you mustn't cry..."
Daenerys wiped away her tears and shook her head with amusement.
Although she seemed fine, Jon still asked with concern, "Are you alright, Princess Daenerys?"
"Don't worry, I'm just so happy."
Daenerys raised an eyebrow, amused, and teased, "My Jon, haven't you ever seen a lady cry tears of joy?"
Jon answered honestly, "I hadn't noticed before..."
He smiled sheepishly and continued, "She likes to laugh a lot."
Daenerys smiled and glanced sideways at Jon, saying, "Her?"
"Her name is Renier, and I plan to marry her." Jon's face lit up with the innocent smile of a young boy when he mentioned Renier.
Daenerys murmured to herself, as if talking to herself, "That's nice..."
She added, "I will bless you, Jon."
In the gardens of the Magister's Palace, Daenerys and Jon sat in the gazebo, chatting and laughing.
"Hee hee hee hee," the silver-haired princess covered her mouth and laughed, while Jon had a bewildered expression.
Jon shrugged helplessly. "For a while, I was even afraid to run into him, worried that he would drag me into a sword fight again."
Jon first recounted his childhood, then talked about what he had seen and heard at the Red Keep. He noticed that Daenerys was very interested in Lord Gryn, so he told her everything he knew, including... the embarrassing incident of being completely outmatched by Gryn during a sword fight... The straightforward Northern Youth didn't notice anything else amiss, and just felt that it was good that his family was happy.
Daenerys couldn't help but rub her lower abdomen and said, "I guess... this is some kind of test from Lord Gryn?"
Jon nodded slightly. "I only found out the reason later. It turned out that Lord Gryn intended to take me as his squire. Although I lost that honor, I have always been grateful to him."
He paused, then added, "I could sense that he chose me not for any other reason... nor did he look down on me like others did because of my status. Lord Gryn is a good man."
During their conversation, the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning the Usurper.
Daenerys nodded slightly, paused, and then suddenly asked, " Jon, I heard that Tournament was held in King's Landing's Landing not long ago. Who won the championship?"
Jon shrugged. " Lord Gryn, of course. I haven't found anyone more capable than him yet."
He did it... Daenerys remembered the first gift Gryn had given her, the Queen of Love and Beauty.
She had treasured that gift all this time... Daenerys's smile unconsciously became sweeter.
The oblivious Northern Youth finally realized something was amiss and asked directly, "Princess Daenerys, do you like Lord Gryn?"
Daenerys ' smile was captivating. She nodded in acknowledgment and added, " Jon, you can just call me Daenerys, or Dany."
"I will also bless you, Daenerys."
In the distance, Viserys Targaryen gazed at the man and woman in the gazebo, a cold smile on his face.
"How wonderful... Dick, who is he?"
Dick craned his neck to confirm again before answering, " Your King Viserys, I heard that he just reunited with our princess today..."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"His name is Jon, and he is said to be the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."
Upon hearing Dick's words, Viserys ' handsome face contorted, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.
" False Spring... a filthy bastard... the root of rebellion... the bloodline of the Usurper..."
Seeing King Viserys standing there motionless, talking to himself, Dick cautiously called out after a while, "Your Majesty..."
Viserys suddenly grinned. "Very good, very good."
After saying that, he gazed deeply at the figure in the distant pavilion, then turned and strode away.
For both Daenerys and Jon, the lack of familial love during their upbringing was like an insurmountable chasm, deeply etched in their hearts. They both longed for the warmth and comfort from their loved ones.
Daenerys and Jon lacked familial love and therefore longed for it... Their reunion was a rare blessing for them, and they both cherished it.
On the first day of their reunion, Daenerys appointed Jon as her bodyguard to show her trust in him.
The next day, in the morning.
Jon, dressed in clean black leather armor, arrived at a small hall in the Magister's Palace to await Daenerys ' arrival with the others.
A middle-aged man with thinning hair and a robust build caught Jon's attention, or more precisely, it was the badge embroidered on the man's dark green coat—a black bear standing on two legs.
The House Mormont of Bear Island? Jon the middle-aged man's identity and strode over.
Jon greeted him, saying, "Good day, I am Jon Snow."
Ser Jorah's expression stiffened slightly. He returned the greeting, saying, "Good day, I am Jorah Mormont."
Jorah Mormont Jon's face turned cold... He had heard of him from his Uncle Ned, the man who had shamefully fled to escape the crime of the slave trade.
Jon said coldly, "I didn't expect you to be here."
Ser Jorah Mormont gazed at Jon. "It seems... you recognize me, the bastard of Winterfell."
Jon frowned. " Mormont, you have lost your honor."
Jorah looked Jon up and down and said, "It was Eddard Stark's twisted justice that stole my honor like a robber."
Jon's hand climbed onto the hilt of the longsword at his waist. "A slave trader is not worthy to speak of honor; it is a stain on honor."
Ser Jorah placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I have the right to deal with poachers who have trespassed on my lands; they are guilty of a capital offense."
Jon stared at Ser Jorah and said coldly, "This is not a reason for you to sell slaves."
Ser Jorah gave a curt snort, "You really do resemble Stark."
He added, "When we return to the Sunset Lands, I will give you a chance to prove your honor, child."
"You!"
Their commotion had already attracted the attention of others, and the tall, thin Anguy strolled over slowly.
Anguy nudged the Bear Island Knight with his elbow and said, "Sir, it's rare to see you so patient."
Having survived his previous serious injury, Anguy had become much more composed. He greeted Jon, "Good day, Lord Jon, I am Anguy, I am..."
Before Anguy could finish speaking, Borona suddenly shoved him aside, interrupting him.
Borona first stroked her chin and scrutinized Jon for a while, then raised an eyebrow and said, "You're very strong. I'll come find you tonight."
Anguy, who had been knocked aside, looked up at the roof speechlessly, and Ser Jorah reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"What do you want with me?!" The brave Northern Youth instinctively took a step back.
At that moment, a maid announced, "Her Highness Daenerys has arrived!"
Everyone bowed slightly in the direction of the voice. Daenerys, dressed in a pale gold silk dress, walked over slowly with a gentle smile on her face.
After the greetings were completed, the silver-haired princess stood beside Jon and solemnly introduced him to the crowd.
Borona had just returned this morning, and she couldn't hide her disappointment... How could he be a relative of the princess... It's really hard to find a strong and handsome husband!
Their discussion focused on the arrangements for the Tournament, and after the meeting, Daenerys kept Jon with her.
Daenerys sat upright, her fingers twitching slightly as she spoke, her voice filled with apology. " Jon, my brother... King Viserys..."
She paused, then continued, "He's been quite busy with the Tournament, so he doesn't have time to see me right now."
Last night, Daenerys sought an audience with Viserys regarding Jon, but was refused. Although Daenerys noticed Viserys's unusual behavior, she hadn't yet connected it to the complex legal issues. After all, she had lived a nomadic life with her brother since childhood and hadn't received any formal education in this area, nor did she have any advisors on the subject.
Jon smiled gently and said, " Daenerys, I'm already very content."
Seemingly worried that he hadn't expressed himself clearly, he added, "Believe me, I'm telling the truth."
Daenerys stared at Jon, who was looking very serious, for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "There will be a good opportunity."
Seeing the determination in Daenerys's expression, Jon smiled helplessly. The Northern Youth was not good at expressing himself, but he would prove his words with his actions in the future... He was truly content to have a family member like Daenerys... He already had a lover and family, and sometimes he was afraid that he would suddenly wake up and find that it was all just a beautiful dream.
Daenerys picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said, " Jon, what about Renier?"
Jon looked at Daenerys with a puzzled expression.
Daenerys couldn't help but chuckle. "My Jon bodyguard, haven't you considered bringing your Renier here?"
She paused, then said gently, "I will protect you."
Jon's face showed gratitude and emotion. He nodded and clenched his fist, secretly vowing... he would use his sword to cut down all of Daenerys's enemies, the North Remembers.
That night, Borona, unwilling to accept defeat, wanted to carry Jon into her room and give him an unforgettable memory, but unfortunately lost to him in a sword fight.
The following day, at the sword training grounds, Jon defeated another of Daenerys's bodyguards, Osana from Crackclaw Point.
At the same time, Jon's abilities were also recognized by the Daenerys Corporation.
On the third day, Daenerys commissioned a skilled the Smith to forge a full set of black armor with red stripes for Jon, the Smith expected to complete within a month.
On the seventh day, Jon defeated his competitors with his superior swordsmanship and became one of the instructors of the " Princess Legion ".
On the eleventh day, Jon, along with Rory who had just joined him, led a hundred soldiers on an expedition to wipe out a band of robbers roaming the vicinity of the city-state.
On the thirteenth day, Daenerys gifted Jon a richly decorated sword as a reward.
Fourteen days later, at dusk, in the king's tent of Viserys.
Viserys, reeking of alcohol, said, "My dear sister, are you teaching me how to do things?"
He extended a pale, long finger and tapped Daenerys's forehead, then said, "I am... Viserys Targaryen, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, First Men, King of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, the One True King of the Iron Throne."
Finally, Viserys cried out, "The true king of the Seven Kingdoms!"
Viserys's loud voice immediately attracted Borona, Jorah, Dick, who were waiting outside the tent.
Seeing that the three had barged in without permission, Viserys roared, "Get out!"
Of the three, only Dick hesitated for a moment, then bowed and left the tent.
Viserys gave a strange smile, looked at Daenerys, and said, "My dear sister, are you trying to awaken the Wake the Dragon?"
Daenerys hadn't come to argue with her brother. She turned and said softly, "Wait for me outside. Don't come in without my permission."
Viserys watched coldly as Jorah and Borona left the tent, then picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said sarcastically, " Dany, my good sister, you are so foolish, yet why do they only obey your orders? Why do they dare to ignore the real king?"
Daenerys shook her head slightly and said calmly, "Brother, they are my helpers. Only with helpers can I obtain the troops to reclaim the Iron Throne for you."
She paused, then continued, "I believe... once my brother sits on the Iron Throne, you will surely become a beloved king."
After hearing this, Viserys burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm.
"So my sister's tongue tastes so sweet! I almost believed your lie!"
Viserys ' words saddened and pained Daenerys; the hurt inflicted by her only brother was always doubled.
Daenerys's eyes reddened. She took a deep breath and said, " Viserys, I'm your own sister. How could I possibly lie to you?"
Viserys ' handsome face contorted, and he took a step forward, shrieking, "Didn't you come to me for the bloodline of that the Usurper?!"
With a bang, he smashed his wine glass on the ground, roaring, "You actually want me to acknowledge a bastard child with the blood of the Usurper?! You idiot! You slut!"
Although tears welled in Daenerys' eyes, she still looked directly at Viserys with her head held high.
" Viserys, there are only three of us Targaryen left!"
Viserys's purple eyes seemed to turn red. "What a ridiculous reason! Listen, there can only be one True Dragon, and that he is me!"
Daenerys's eyes were brimming with tears, and she swore... this would be the last time she would cry for her brother, she swore to the Gods!