"Bran, you know everything that happens in the Westeros, don't you?"
Just as they were about to leave the lounge and return to the main hall to continue the Great Judgement, Jon, who had already stood up, stopped in his tracks and looked hesitantly at the Big Raven.
Bran seemed to have sensed something. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want to know?"
"Who … who is my mother?" Jon was hesitant at first, but when he asked the question, he could not control his excitement. "When I left Winterfell for the Great Wall, my father told me that he would tell me everything the next time we met.
I hoped that one day I could see my father in Dark Castle, but all I got was bad news. "
Jon's eyes reddened.
"You are Stark, our brother. That is certain," Bran said.
Sansa smiled and comforted him. "You don't know. When I was young, I always thought that you and Arya were my father's children because we don't look like him."
Jon stroked his bearded, horse-like face and couldn't help but grin.
He always knew that Lady Catelyn did not like him because he looked too much like his father. Robb had inherited more of the Tully family's characteristics.
"I still want to know my mother's identity, even if she is … a prostitute," Jon said with difficulty. "I want to know where she is now and if she is doing well."
"She is dead." Bran sighed and said bitterly, "Your mother died in childbirth when you were born. She … she loved you very much. She was not a prostitute. She was as noble as any woman in the Seven Kingdoms."
"Ah!" Jon and Sansa exclaimed at the same time.
"Is Jon's mother really Ashara Dane?" Sansa quickly shook her head. "Ashara is the Archbishop of Meereen. She is not dead."
"Who is my mother?" Jon asked in a trembling voice.
"I think you're living a good life now. Knowing about the past will affect —"
Before Bran could finish, Jon waved his hand excitedly and interrupted him. "Bran, I'm not doing well right now. I've been troubled by this problem for almost 20 years. There's a huge hole in my heart that's waiting for it to fill."
The hesitation in the big crow's eyes disappeared bit by bit. He sighed and said, "You are Danny Alice's real nephew."
“what？ I'm Aegon? "Jon was stunned.
"Bran, are you dumb? Jon is Stark, how could he be —" Sansa's expression suddenly froze and she muttered, "So that's why, that's why. Jon is Lega and Aunt Leanna's child. No wonder father has been keeping this a secret."
"M-my mother is Leanna?" Jon was in a daze. His thoughts were in a mess.
The big crow glanced at his eldest sister and said, "It's hard to imagine when things are not explained. But once the mystery is revealed, everything is so natural, right?"
Sansa and Jon were both in shock and did not answer him.
"I'm Lega and Leanna's son. I'm Targaryen …" Jon fell back into the chair and mumbled with his head in his hands.
"You're Stark, our brother," Bran said.
After her expression changed, Sansa asked with a hoarse voice, "Does Danny Alice know Jon's identity?"
The big crow looked at her deeply and said, "She may or may not know."
"Then does she know or not? What do you think? "Sansa asked.
"She probably doesn't know. Just like many people, she won't suspect Jon's identity subconsciously. But with her intelligence, if she really has a feeling, she might be suspicious, "Bran said.
"Feeling? What feeling?" Sansa was puzzled.
"Ask Jon if he has an inexplicable sense of closeness to Danny Alice and Tyrion."
"My mind is in a mess. I don't know." Jon shook his head.
"Then no. Jon doesn't have any Targaryen characteristics. Instead, he's a pure Stark," Sansa hurriedly said.
"Can I still be Stark?" Jon smiled bitterly and looked at the big crow. "Why don't you be the Duke of the Northern Territory, Bran? Father … Father's title should be inherited by you. After Robb, you're the first in line, and then there's Rickon. "
Bran said sincerely, "Don't be silly. My identity and abilities have been exposed. How can I be the Duke of the Northern Territory?
And your identity is no secret to me. I've never thought of taking Winterfell from your hands.
Because you're our brother. Unless you despise Stark's identity and think that Targaryen is nobler and want a better future. "
"No, no, why would I despise it?" Jon waved his hand.
Although Bran was telling the truth — Targaryen was nobler and had a better future — he didn't despise the identity of the Duke of the Northern Territory.
Becoming the Duke of the Northern Territory was his childhood dream. Although it was quickly shattered by the cruel reality.
He hesitated and said, "Rickon …"
In the Westeros, there was no Edict of Favor. Being the second son was very miserable. There was no right to inherit. It was even worse than being a productive knight. A productive knight would at least have a piece of land and a small castle.
"Blinden's grandfather intends to let Rickon inherit Riverrun City," Sansa said hesitantly. "Tully's title as the Duke of Hejian was abolished by the Iron Throne. Danny Alice can't help Tully take back the title.
But Riverrun City was built by the Tully ancestors. She can protect the legal rights of the Tully family.
Therefore, Rickon will at least be the Earl of Riverrun City in the future. If the King of the Seven Kingdoms bestowed the title, he might even return it to Tully. "
"What about you?" Jon said worriedly, "You're a woman with a child. It's too hard for you to work alone. Why don't you come back and inherit Winterfell?"
"She might not like Winterfell!" Bran mocked and said angrily, "Jon, whether you're Father's son or not doesn't affect what you have now. Winterfell, your family, it's all yours. It won't change."
Sansa's face turned green and red. She glared at the crow and said, "Don't be conflicted, Jon. Whether I'm Father's illegitimate son or Aunt Lyanna's son, it doesn't make much of a difference to me. "
Jon was so touched that his eyes turned red. He nodded and didn't refuse.
When the crow left and the two of them left the guest room, Sansa paused and said softly, "Jon, do you want the Iron Throne?"
Seeing the desire in his sister's eyes, he smiled bitterly and said, "Sansa, I swear to Father that I'll never be an obstacle to your pursuit of the Iron Throne."
Sansa's face turned red, and she explained awkwardly, "That day in Winterfell (the night I met Bran for the first time), I told you my attitude toward the Iron Throne.
I desire the Iron Throne, but I'm not crazy about it.
It was like walking along a river, and there were a few lambs floating down from upstream. There were lambs with 'Iron Throne', 'Seven Dukes', 'Ordinary Dukes', 'Ordinary Nobles', and 'Honest Millionaires'.
I don't want to hide my desires from my family. I just want a better life.
If I can get it, I'll fish up the Iron Throne sheep. If I can't, I'll switch to other sheep before my shoes get wet.
I just want to fish up sheep. I don't want to fall into the river and become a Sansa sheep for the tourists to fish up. "
After pausing for a moment, she continued with some reluctance, "If you come to the riverside now and reach out your pole for the Iron Throne sheep, I'll change my target. If you're not interested, I'll continue fishing for the Iron Throne sheep."
He wasn't sure if Sansa was telling the truth, but her meaning was very clear. Jon completely understood.
"Sansa, you can continue to fish up the Iron Throne sheep. I won't fight with you," he said with a helpless expression.
"Don't force yourself. If you sit on the Iron Throne, I'll be happy too," Sansa said reluctantly.
"I'm not forcing myself. I'm completely sincere," Jon said sincerely.
"Then …" Sansa's eyes flashed with excitement. She begged, "Can you not reveal your identity to the public?"
Jon's body stiffened. In a daze, he seemed to hear another beautiful woman begging him not to do it …
Shaking his head, Jon dispelled the chaotic thoughts that flashed through his mind. He solemnly swore, "Sansa, don't worry. I won't tell anyone.
Understanding my background only made me cherish my current life even more, and I cherish my family even more.
I'm your brother. I'll protect you and help you achieve your goals. I won't bring you any trouble. "
"Thank you, Jon." Sansa was touched. She gave her brother a blissful smile.
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