(GoT) : He also had honest eyes

A/ N: Musing around.This time with terrible but cool Jaimie. All the usual disclaimers

Winterfell.

After Cersei agreed to help Daenerys and the North fight against the White Walkers, Jon took them to Winterfell. With the dragon glass he had been mining at Dragonstone, there was enough to arm each and every soldier, child of age and women of the North with weapons capable of defeating the wights. They also equipped Daenerys unsullied and Dothrakis with dragon glass weapons, allowing them to join the battle against the Night King. There was a palatable tension in the air, mostly due to the Northerners being made aware of the existence of the whighs and taking it seriously now that Jon came back home. Tension also arose because he brought Targaryens, Unsullied and Dothrakis along with him. -Mind you, was it really a change from the wildlings he'd already brought with him?-. They were all looking at each other with mistrust in their eyes. Stereotypes, ill-conceived ideas of the other would have led to more frustration and confrontations if there wasn't a bigger threat to face. So they behaved, as well as they could.

Jon couldn't possibly have time to deal with the disagreement some of his people expressed about the Targaryen queen. While most would not dare speak of it because her dragons -even if they were reduced to only 2 of them- were impressive and scary, Jon knew they weren't happy with her presence in the North and the fact he did bend the knee and acknowledged her as their queen. Daenerys knew she had to win their hearts, follow Jon's lead and guidance in the troubled water that was Winterfell. She was ready to make the efforts and show the people that she wasn't a new version of Cersei or a new version of her father. Jon couldn't have time to deal with the resentment they might feel towards the young queen because a war had already begun and the Night King was graced with the presence of an undead dragon. The wall fell, he learned it on his way to Winterfell, so it truly was just a matter of time before the dead invaded his beloved North. This concern almost ruined his reunion with Arya and Bran. He was more than happy to see his siblings, relieved eve to know that there was more than just Sansah left. He was even less happy but relieved that they took Littlefinger's fate in hands and revealed all they knew about him... and about them.

Bran was a seer, Arya was an assassin and Sansah did learn from the best. Digesting the huge amount of information proved to be harder for Jon than he expected, especially once he talked with Bran and learned that he wasn't a bastard, but a legitimate heir to both the Starks and the Targaryen. He was a Targaryen and the new left him dumbfounded. It implied so much, especially in regards to Daenerys. That made the throne his birthright and if he wanted to, he could snatch the crown from the queen and proclaimed himself king. He didn't want to, he could care less about becoming a king as long as Daenerys was sitting on the throne and he got to spend his life with her. Still...this felt like he was stabbed in the heart and prompted Jon to deliver the new to the queen and her sister. It went better than he thought it would. Daenerys didn't reject him and Bäahal welcomed him, as she always did. He grew a certain fondness for the princess. She was the first to believe him when he visited Daenerys, the first to advocate for his cause and help him tip the balance in his favor. She always trusted him « his honest eyes » she would say. « his honest smile », she would add. « His honest heart » she did claim. Their relationship settled very neatly after a moment of confusion on her part. She did feel something for him, something of romantic nature but it was so young, so wild, so scary that she dismissed it very fast. The obvious attraction she noticed between her sister and the former king of the North achieved to make her reconsider her feelings. It wasn't truly a romance. No. It was gratitude, kinship, the friendship she did feel for him. He was the first man she ever trusted, the first free man to treat her like a human being, his equal so to speak. He was never bothered by her cruel origins, and welcomed her as a whole, with her flaws and difficulties and for the first time she felt alive and listened to, and important. It wasn't loving, it was gratitude. And now, by the sweet irony of Life, she had just learned he was her nephew. He was family....

It was the first good new the princess ever received since they encountered the Night King. The very first since she lost Viserion. They didn't have time to mourn for her sister's child for there were urgent matters to tend to. It was somehow of a tacit agreement that none of them would speak of Viserion in private, or even public unless someone else brought it -which happened when Cersei noted the missing dragon- because it hurt. It hurt way too much. Bäahal felt as if she had lost her mother a second time, she felt the void left behind by her dragon. Yes.. her dragon. She bonded with Viserion weeks before they had to rescue Jon Snow and his company. He chose her and she did make progress with his presence in her life. He helped her open up to Daenerys, talk with Tyrion and even work out their issues, talk to Varys who kept asking questions that forced the princess to look into herself. He helped her express her repressed feelings, and with him she could cry, she could panic, she could be angry. He was receptive and understanding. A true companion... She lost a true companion when the Night King killed Viserion and to rub some salt on the wound, he was riding an undead version of her beloved dragon. Losing him had her shut down, at least, enough to remain silent most of the time.

While she spoke only few words, her mind was vividly imagining the many ways she could avenge Viserion and protect Daenerys. Her sister didn't need more protection than she had, but she would still make sure the silver queen didn't die during the final battle against the Undead. Daenerys had to live for she would change the lives of many. She already saved Bäahal, twice at that. First by liberating Mereen and then by giving her a family and loving home. There was no way the silver princess would not protect the queen. It went beyond her tendencies to fall back to what she knew, like serving. Yes, she served Daenerys but her sister's cause was something she truly believed in. And in the midst of losing everything, including her life, she would make sure Daenerys survive. Her anger, however, had not been addressed just yet but seeing Jamie Lannister, the very brother of Cersei, and Bronn the man who did injure Drogon and almost killed Daenerys walk into Winterfell was enough to make her blood boil. How dared he ? The first second her eyes set upon him, the princess wanted to tear his eyes off of his eyesockets. She wanted to feed him to Rhaegal, she wanted.. she wanted...

His presence lit a fire in her eyes, a fire that had vanished as soon as Viserion died. Jaimie was a complex character and a charade for her to decipher. On one hand he was the man who killed her father. He rid the world of this heinous and despicable beast and she was grateful he did. On the other hand, however, he was lovestruck by Cersei, enabled her in her folie, supported her outrageous decisions and the way she raised their children. He was very much responsible for the horrors committed by his son, the deaths of his other sweet children and the path chosen by Cersei. Well.. was he ? Or was it hate that spoke to her ? She wanted a scapegoat for her pain. Someone she could rightfully get angry at. Jaimie, with his handsome looks, his golden manners, and brutal tongue was the embodiement of those nobles she couldn't stand. Those who owned her mother and her, those who mocked her slave sisters and brothers. He might even have owned her, she imagined, if she was still a slave and it was allowed in King's Landing. At least, the Old Jaimie would. This version of him...Was different. He came to honor his sister's words, even though, unsurprisingly, Cersei refused to help them. He still came and even brought his youngest sister with him to a place he knew would not welcome them. He still came and it was brave and it was right and it made her angry voice falter. He also had honest eyes and perhaps that was what bothered her the most...

-TBC-