A Brother's Guilt

Jon Targaryen

King's Landing….

When Jon opened his eyes, he was in his bed where he had fallen asleep, but something was different, the red keep was darker, colder, he opened the door to his room to find the hallway completely empty.

But that wasn't the only strange thing, outside the windows was nothing but darkness, not the calm and peaceful darkness that night brings, but a harsh and empty darkness that could swallow the sun,

Jon wanders the halls looking for any sign of life, the air was so cold that his breath was visible, he eventually made his way to the throne room which was also empty except for two figures, the first was sitting on the Dragonglass throne and it looked exactly like him except for his eyes which were blank and lifeless.

The other figure stood at the steps of the throne facing away from Jon, as he stepped closer the figure turned making Jon almost fall back in shock.

The figure smirked "I must admit, you look far better on the throne then I ever did brother"

"Daegar?" Jon gasps, doing a double take before letting out a hearty laugh and hugging his brother tightly "I-I don't understand, the battle with Oberyn, I saw you die, brother"

Daegar scoffs "You saw me die?" he says in disbelief, "I think you had more to do with my death then that"

Jon's smile disappears, his eyes fall to Daegar's chest which had Daemon Blackfyre's Valyrian steel knife embedded deep into it, Jon gasps and stumbles back "This isn't real" he says.

Daegar snickers "Does it even matter?" he retorts "You killed me, and this place is your punishment"

"I had too!" Jon shouts "I-I know I did!"

Daegar shakes his head "My back was turned brother, You could have knocked me over the head, or held that knife to my throat, but you chose to kill me"

Daegar pauses and makes his way over to a nearby window, hen then gestures for Jon to follow him, "But it wasn't just me you murdered was it brother?"

Jon looks out the window to see a great stone hill, carved into it was a fortress, the fortress of Casterly Rock, as Jon continued to stare, the Fortress erupted into flames, the sound of people screaming in terror and agony filled his ears, making his breath shudder as he turned away from the sight

"They-they were traitors" Jon stutters

"All of them?" Daegar asks "Every last one?, You can fool everyone else brother, but you know you can't-fool me"

Daegar grabs Jon by the collar, "That is why you are here brother because in your heart you know that you're a monster and that you belong in hell where you will suffer and pay for your crimes"

"NO!" Jon shouts, he attempts to push his brother away, but as he does, he finally wakes up\

Jon gasps as his eyes shoot open and he sits upright, his chest and bed sheets were soaked in sweat, the young king groans as he rubbed his hands against his face, it had been a year since the battle of king's landing and still the nightmares plagued him, and it didn't seem like they were going away anytime soon.

At that moment someone opens the door, a servant dressed in the colors of his house "Your grace, are you alright?" he asks "I thought I heard screaming"

"I'm fine" Jon snaps before taking a calming breath "You can go now"

The servant nods before leaving, Jon sighs stands up from his bed, ready for another exhausting day as king.

Six hours later….

Jon rubs his head wearily as he sits on the dragonglass throne, to his side stood Brynden Tully, his hand of the king and standing at the steps of the throne was the seven kingsguard, most of them had either been killed in the war or executed by the faith militant.

The current kingsguard members consisted of, Ser Robar Royce, Ser Raymond Vikary, Ser Lyn Corbray, Ser Lucas Blackwood, Ser Arys Oakheart, Ser Harlan Hunter and the Lord Commander Ser Barristan Selmy.

Jon turns to the Blackfish who leans in close "We've been here for hours" Jon says "How many more petitions do I have to listen too?"

The Blackfish smirks "Don't worry your grace" he replies "Only three more to go"

As Jon nods at the mand Grand Maester Edwyn calls out "Ser Lothar of House Frey, and his brother Walder Rivers!"

Two unpleasant looking men step forward from the crowd, one with a very noticeable limp, they both bow respectfully and wait for the king to speak, "You asked for an audience with the king" Jon says "You have it"

"Your grace" Lothar Frey speaks "We come on behalf of our father Lord Walder, as I'm sure you know our father is old and will soon be in the hands of the gods, however he is troubled, he has many daughters some of which are not yet married, it would put his soul to rest knowing that they have found good husbands, we reached out to lord Edmure Tully to marry one but he refused, we were hoping that perhaps your grace would urge him otherwise…."

Jon shakes his head slightly "If my memory serves me, twenty-one years ago your father refused to raise his banners for both the crown and the rebels until my father had taken Riverrun"

Lothar fidgets nervously "Y-yes your grace but-"

"And then four years ago" Jon snaps cutting him off "When my father was assassinated "Your father again refused to answer the crown's call"

Black Walder steps forward angrily "Your grace, my father allowed you and your armies to cross the twins several times"

"And It is for that reason that I have not had him hanged as an oathbreaker!" Jon snaps, almost standing from his throne "Now go back to the late-lord Frey, send him my regards and tell him I expect him to take his vows more seriously in the future"

Black Walder marches out in anger, his brother quickly bows to Jon before following him.

The Blackfish gives Jon a nod of approval before Grand Maester Edwyn calls out the next petitioner "Lord Roland of House Crakehall, Warden of the West!"

The Old man steps forward and Jon gives him a nod "My Lord, it is good to see you again"

"And as well, your grace"

"How goes your new duties as Warden of the West?"

The brawny man sighs "I fear that is why I am here your grace" he says "Progress against the Lannister's has been growing steadily, the water-dancer, Illyria of Bravos has been a great help in rooting out it's remaining members, but I fear we have hit an obstacle"

Jon leans forward anxiously, as the man continues "Kevan Lannister, brother to the late-lord Tywin has held out in Lannisport with a force of four thousand men, the city is well-defended and I do not have the men to take it, without serious losses"

"What about the other houses?" Jon asks.

The old man shakes his head "I can not take the risk, your grace, many are still loyal to the Lannisters, I fear if I demand their troops they might revolt"

Jon sighs as he considers the issue "I can not make any promises today my lord, but I swear I will find a way to help you, until then please stay in King's Landing for the time being"

The Warden of the West nods, bows and steps back into the crowd.

"Ser Rodrik Forrester!" Grand Maester Edwyn calls "Son of Gregor Forrester, Lord of Ironrath, Defender of the Ironwood Groves"

A man dressed in Northern armor steps forward, his brown had been grown out and his beard covered most of his face, he kneels before Jon.

"Rise Ser Rodrik" Jon commands "What can I do for you?"

"You grace," Rodrik says as he stands, "I'm not sure if you are aware, but after the death the Rodrik Cassel, Lord Robb named me as master-at-arms of Winterfell with the encouragement of my father…I do not want to speak ill of my lord but I have my concerns"

Jon nods "Speak your mind Ser," he says, calmly "If you have concerns about my cousin I need to hear it"

Rodrik sighs before speaking, "as you know Lord Robb has lost both his mother and his father, his two brothers are still missing and the children of the Stranger are still at large"

Out the corner of his eye, Jon sees the Blackfish fidget angrily at the name of the people that murdered his niece"

Rodrik continuous "He has grown completely obsessed with finding them, I fear it is affecting his duties his duties as Warden of the North"

The Blackfish leans close to Jon "Your grace, allow me to visit Winterfell, I can observe my nephew and report back to you"

Jon shakes his head "You are the hand of the king" he says "I need you here"

He then comes up with an Idea "Ser Barristan Selmy!" he calls, the Lord commander steps forward in his black-painted armor, He removes his helmet and kneels. "I want you too go to Winterfell, stay there for the next four months, observe my cousin and help him make decisions regarding the North"

Ser Barristan looks hesitant but nods "As you command your grace," he says.

Jon nods "Ser Raymond Vikary!" he calls, a second knight steps forward and kneels "You will act as lord commander of the kingsguard until Ser Barristan returns from Winterfell"

The knight removes his helmet, revealing a youthful face, light blue eyes and messy blonde hair, "I am honored your grace, I swear to serve you faithfully to the best of my ability"

Jon stands "Thank you my lords and ladies!" he calls "The court is now concluded! you may go!"

Darron Flynn

An hour later….

Darron sighed as he paced nervously outside the office of the hand, in the year had been named lord paramount of the stormlands he had done his best to look the part, he had tied his long back and completely shaved his beard, he wore fine clothes made with the colors of his house, with his new sigil on his left breast.

He turned to his bastard daughter Brigitte Storm who was dressed in breeches and a leather surcoat, "You know, you could of at least tried to dress like a noble lady" Darron complains

Brigitte scowls at him "I do not want the king to think that I am a just another pampered little lady" she begins moving around her hair, trying desperately to see her reflection in the tinted window, she turns to her father in a huff "How do I look?"

Darron smiles softly at his daughter, looking at her long black hair, her soft pale skin and the deep-brown eyes she inherited from her mother, "You look heaven-sent" he says confidently, making her grin.

At that moment the Usher opens the door "His grace will see you know"

Darron nods at steps inside, his daughter following close behind, the young king stands up from his desk with a genuine smile "Lord Darron" he says "It's good to see you again"

Darron quickly bows before shaking his king's hand "You as well, your grace" he says "It's been far too long"

"I had you had gotten married," Jon says "I'm glad"

Darron sighs at the mention of his new political marriage "Yes Melane Swann" he says, somewhat regretfully "I feel she is a little too young for me"

"How old is she?" Jon asks

"Twenty-six" Darron responds.

Jon snorts trying to contain a laugh, at that moment Darron feels a subtle nudge from behind, he turns to see his daughter looking at him expectantly, he smirks at her before turning back to the king, "Your grace allow me to introduce my daughter, Brigitte Storm"

Jon smiles at the girl "My lady" he greets, taking her hand and kissing it, "It's an honor to finally meet you"

Brigitte turns bright red, "Thank you your grace!" she squeaks, doing an awkward combination between a bow and a curtsy, making Darron almost groan with embarrassment, But Jon seems to find his daughter's infatuation amusing.

"You should be proud my lord," Jon says "Any man would be jealous of the one that finally captures your daughter's heart"

Brigitte's smile falters for a moment, but she quickly regains it before the king notices, Thankfully Jon changes the subject "How goes the war in Dorne?"

"Well, your grace," Darron says "When Aegon the conqueror tried to conquer Dorne, It's lords were loyal to House Martell, but Doran Martell is...less respected then his ancestors, if we keep this up they may give us Dorne"

Jon sighs in relief at the good news, Darron decides that now would be a good time to ask for a favor, "Your grace may I talk to you alone?" he says, his eyes quickly darting to his daughter.

Jon nods "Of course," he says, Brigitte eyes her father suspiciously before leaving the room.

Darron turns back to the king "It concerns my daughter" he takes a nervous breath before continuing "I ask your grace to write a decree, legitimizing her as my true-born child"

Jon sighs "Darron I can clearly see that you love your daughter a great deal," he says "If she was a boy it would be easier, but legitimizing a girl so that she could one day become the lady of the stormlands...that's not a simple request"

"Let me assure you, that girl is braver and stronger than any knight in Westeros" Darron says "and besides I'm sure you can tell I am not getting any younger your grace, I don't know if I'll have any children with my new wife and even if I do I doubt I'll live long enough to see them to adulthood, is a male child ruling the stormlands any better than a full grown woman?"

Jon shakes his head in defeat "You Stormlanders have a stubbornness that rivals the men of the North" he says, before he begins to write, a few moments later he hands it to Darron, it reads

I Jon of the House Targaryen, declare Brigitte Storm to be the trueborn daughter of Darron Flynn, Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, From this day until her last day she will be known as Brigitte Flynn, Jon of the House Targaryen, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Darron smiles contently "Thank you, your grace"

Jon nods "If a son is ever born to you, then he will be heir before your daughter"

Darron nods in understanding "Of course your grace" he says before extending his hand which Jon takes.

"Will you be staying long?" Jon asks.

Darron shakes his head with a smile "Only a few days your grace" he says "I've got an invasion to continue"

Gerold Hill

Castle Black, The Wall….

Gerold grunted as he brought down his practice-sword on his opponent's shoulder, making him scream out in pain, as he turned to his second enemy a man known as Grenn he flicked his long dirty-blonde hair out of his face and raised his weapon.

As another man thrust his sword, Gerold dodged the attack a proceed to bash his sword into the side of the man's head, he hit the ground hard and cried "Yield! I Yield!"

Gerold smirked as he offered a hand to help the man up, he hesitated but then took it "Fuck the gods!" Grenn exclaims, "You're a better than most men here"

"No" Gerold counters "Most men here are just shit fighters, You, for example, you're too aggressive, you move too quickly, it's easy to anticipate your attacks, you should study an opponent before you try to kill them"

Gerold continues to give advice to Grenn, but slowly his attention is taken by a gruff looking man staring at him, Grenn smirks "Looks like you've got an admirer" he says.

Gerold turns back to Grenn "Who is he?" he asks

"That's Stannis Baratheon" Grenn answers "He was supposed to be the Lord of the Stormlands, but he refused to kneel to Rhaegar Targaryen, so now he's here overseeing all the new recruits"

Gerold continues to stare Stannis down until the man gives him a small smirk and turns away.

I'll be seeing him again, Gerold thought as he turned back to his sparring partners.

It's good to be back my friends, This is the first chapter for the sequel, I don't know how often I'll post new chapters but I will try to get them out in the best possible quality.

Also, I introduced two new characters in this story and I will continue the tradition from the edge of the dragon of fan-casting my OCs.

Brigitte Storm: Selma Brook

Gerold Hill: Dustin Clare