How Big Is This Dragon You're Talking About?

The group looked at each other, unable to recall anything for a moment.

At this point, the older Rodrik spoke up and asked, "Are you talking about Aegon?"

"Aegon?" Loras's mind was still blank; he was thinking about his silver-haired nephew.

Jon nodded and continued, "If my half-brother Aegon Targaryen hadn't been killed by the Mountain, but instead Varys had used the secret passages of the Red Keep to move him outside, and this Young Griff is now an adult, wielding the Bittersteel, and serving the Golden Company founded by Rivers, wouldn't Petyr's motives make sense?"

As Jon recounted his story, everyone fell silent.

They certainly believed that Jon was Rhaegar's son, and even if they didn't know Jon, they must know Eddard.

He'd rather damage his reputation than risk his family's safety—that's more like what Eddard would do, rather than something like casually sleeping with a fisherwoman while already engaged.

As an old-timer in Winterfell, Rodrik was naturally more familiar with Lyanna's temperament and it was unlikely that he would like a womanizer like Robert.

Rhaegar was clearly more to her liking, but if what Jon said was true, then that Young Griff would have greater legitimacy Jon.

Whether Rhaegar and Lyanna actually married is something they have no evidence of, but Rhaegar and Elia's wedding was a grand affair.

Jon scanned the crowd. Rodrik looked thoughtful. Robb stared at him, as if seeking advice. Edmure glanced at Robb, then at Jon, before quickly looking away. The most awkward person at this moment was Rhaegar Frey, whose name, Rhaegar, was rather conspicuous and even offensive.

However, he was also constantly pondering the veracity of Jon's news. Varys had been personally promoted to Master of the King by Aerys, so it seemed reasonable for Varys to use such a sleight of hand to "preserve the Targaryen bloodline" in return for Aerys's kindness.

Loras scratched his head, as if he disliked the complicated situation before him.

"I don't care whether this Young Griff is real or not, my heart only belongs to your son, Aegon!" Loras said first.

"Jon, you are my brother, and now you are my king. I cannot be loyal to anyone else," Robb also made up his mind.

"Jon, you are my king." Rhaegar Frey followed closely behind, even before Edmure, who was about to speak, could.

Everyone had figured it out: Casterly Rock, Winterfell, Highgarden, the Twins, and Riverrun were now an alliance centered around Jon. If Aegon's Landing Westeros and won, he certainly wouldn't stand by and watch this alliance continue to exist.

They would certainly not tolerate Jon's continued existence, given their half-brother's age.

If they were to be separated, it would inevitably result in bloodshed. So the group made up their minds that even if that Young Griff was really Young Griff, they would not admit it.

Jon didn't directly tell everyone that Young Griff was likely Illyrio's child. Instead, he directly stated the most unfavorable theory for the alliance, just to test the strength of his alliance.

Jon was fairly satisfied with the results of this initial test.

So he continued with the price, mentioning Young Griff's journey to Slaver's Bay in hopes of marrying Daenerys Targaryen and borrowing her dragons.

The announcement immediately plunged the room into a long silence.

A dragon! It's a dragon!

Sure enough, Rhaegar Frey couldn't help but ask immediately, "That Targaryen princess's dragon—was it big?"

"It's not a matter of size," Jon said, looking at House Frey, the most easily swayed of the three. "He's one of those rare dragons. One of them is pure black, like the Balerion the Black Dread ridden by Aegon the Conqueror; another is silver, like Meraxes; and the third is blue, similar to Vhagar, who survived to the end."

Jon wanted to emphasize the symbolism of the dragons, reminding everyone to set aside that for now; Daenerys, who hatched the dragons, was practically a conqueror reincarnated.

He almost single-handedly fought his way through Slaver's Bay.

"A dragon that's only two or three years old shouldn't be very big, right?" Edmure asked. Ever since he learned that Jon was a Targaryen, he had read many books about dragons and Targaryen, and knew that a two or three-year-old dragon couldn't be very big, perhaps only the size of a carriage?

Even if it's only this big, its appearance on the battlefield would be a huge blow to morale.

"We now represent a large portion of Westeros's power. Aegon the Conqueror was able to conquer the Seven Kingdoms quickly by defeating them one by one. If we join forces, we may very well have a chance of winning. Besides, that Targaryen princess's dragon can't possibly be as big as the Balerion the Black Dread," Robb said, and the others quickly echoed his sentiments.

After all, the enemy was not yet in sight. The alliance Jon had formed was not only based on blood ties, but also on interests, and they were unwilling to give it up.

Rhaegar Frey soon suggested that perhaps they should also send someone to Slaver's Bay to seek Daenerys's support, since they were all Targaryen.

As for how to win him over—those who know, know—it naturally requires Jon to use his charm.

Jon was pleased to see that Daenerys's situation had not shaken their alliance. He explained to everyone why Daenerys was unlikely to immediately choose to support Young Griff, and that he had already sent men to Slaver's Bay, which put them at ease.

In other words, the most important thing for everyone right now is to clean up the mess and defeat Young Griff as soon as possible.

If Jon and Margaery's son can hatch his Dragon Egg soon, that would be perfect; then no one would question Jon's Jon Targaryen identity anymore.

Furthermore, even if we take a step back, Daenerys shouldn't be too willing to send dragons to attack Jon, since Jon was almost entirely responsible for the restoration of the Targaryen.

As long as Daenerys doesn't deploy her dragons, they have plenty of ways to turn Daenerys and her dragons to their own use.

Furthermore, even under these circumstances, Dorne still showed no sign of loyalty. Jon told them about Young Griff, and only then did everyone realize what Martell was insisting on.

"So Jon, wouldn't it be better if we split up and take both the Crownlands and Stormlands at the same time?" Loras pleaded again.

"No, we don't need to take the Crownlands. As Robb said, the Stormlands are more important to us, and they can separate the Crownlands from Dorne. However, although I don't intend to take the Crownlands, Dragonstone needs to be in our own hands."

When Jon announced his intention to take Dragonstone, the others were puzzled. Dragonstone was indeed the starting point of the Targaryen's rise, but now it was empty except for stones. Why take Dragonstone?

My goal is the stones on Dragonstone.

As soon as Jon opened his mouth, everyone knew he was about to ramble on about the Long Night and the White Walkers again. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted subtly, and Loras even started picking his ears.

After all, even his bedmate Margaery didn't entirely believe in the idea of Long Night.

Regardless, Jon certainly has the resources to take Dragonstone now.

Thus, the battle plan was as follows: Edmure would lead the Riverlands and Northern Army to guard the Riverlands, mainly to block the Blood Gate. Since they couldn't break through, the Vale's army wouldn't be able to get out either.

Loras continued north, then followed the Trident River estuary to meet up with Alester and together they would seize Dragonstone.

Jon and Robb, meanwhile, continued south to Stormlands, intending to capture Storm's End and Stormlands as quickly as possible.

From a time perspective, it's unlikely that Young Griff. can be kept out of Westeros. The only option is to try to take over the Stormlands, preventing the Vale, the Crownlands, and Dorne from forming a unified territory, thus creating a favorable position for future confrontations.

Just as everyone dispersed to their respective battlefields, Davos fled King's Landing's Landing and arrived at Harrenhal.

He approached Jon with the warrant Jon had given him earlier.

Because Stannis's body had already been cremated by Jon, Davos only saw his belongings.

His only possessions were a blood-stained set of clothes; the Lightbringer Melisandre had given him and his most frequently worn armor had been taken by Petyr.

When Davos saw the blood-stained clothes, he couldn't stop crying.

By the candlelight, Davos wept uncontrollably; the long hours of toil had aged him by more than ten years since the eve of the War of the Five Kings.

Tears and snot reflected a faint glint in the wrinkles, like holes in a sail.

Jon watched him from the side until he had vented his anger, and then the two began to talk.

"Little Stannis should still be alive; perhaps Petyr took him away."

Hearing that his son was still alive, Davos felt a little better.

He had already thought of his son while he was crying, but since the king was already in such a state, as a servant, he dared not think about it any further.

"Jon, Your Majesty, thank you."

"It doesn't matter. If Stannis is the only king in your heart, you don't have to force yourself to call me Your Majesty," Jon said.

Since the decision has been made to "govern the country with virtue" and promote virtue, then such loyal people must be highly commended.

The saying goes, "A thousand pieces of gold can buy a horse's bones," Jon intends to use Davos to set an example.

When he is willing to genuinely address himself as Your Majesty, the Seven Kingdoms will surely submit.

Davos, of course, hadn't considered this, and his opinion of Jon rose even higher.

He talked with Jon for a long time, mainly telling Jon about the current situation in King's Landing, which further strengthened Jon's determination not to attack the Crownlands for the time being.

Afterwards, the two reached an agreement that Davos would send his two sons, Devan and Stephen, to Riverrun, while Davos himself would go with Jon to attack Stormlands.