Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Brynden was dumbfounded. He had honestly thought he had seen and heard it all. That after all the shocking discoveries he had recently made, there couldn’t possibly be any more to it. But he was wrong. But at least now he can say with at least a certain degree of certainty that the being before him wasn’t Jon Snow. And had likely never been Jon Snow.
But considering how he himself was considering switching bodies, he shouldn’t be surprised at seeing someone’s else’s success. Someone who is clearly much more powerful and learnt than him. Someone, who at first opportunity had obviously reverted to their natural and true appearance. An appearance so obviously Valyrian with distinct traces of pure ‘dragonblood’ that they couldn’t be anyone other than a Valyrian sorcerer from the ancient times.
Because ‘Jon’ couldn’t possibly be a Targaryen.
Yes, the ‘boy’ before him bore some similarities to the Mad Dragons of Westeros. But that was all they were. Similarities. Considering every subsequent Targaryen looked to be a splitting image of all their relatives due to so many sibling marriages, ‘Jon’ was as similar to the Targaryens as any high-born Valyrian from Myr was. Similar enough, but easily justified by very distant common ancestors. And while one could try to explain away the inconsistencies by the introduction of the Stark blood, it was obviously not the case as the only remotely ‘Stark’ thing about him, were his stormy grey eyes. The rest? The large build? The tousled appearance? The dark hair and visible scruff? The faces seemingly cut from stone? None of that was present.
If anyone saw the new and improved ‘Jon’, they not only wouldn’t recognize him, no. They wouldn’t even be able to place him as being related to the Starks or any Westerosi house at all for that matter.
And that was just incredible.
Because while Brynden himself could place and identify glamours, he was incapable of anything on that scale. The ‘boy’ had not only held his disguise up for years. No. He had even made it real. Solid enough as to bruise in the practice yard. Real enough to fool him.
If only Bloodraven could leave…
He would follow the ‘boy’ to the ends of Planetos and nag him about his knowledge.
And he still can.
He just had to make hypothetical plans into reality, that’s all.
But he will also ask for advice.
Because regardless of how he grew to loathe Westeros and its inhabitants over the years, many didn’t deserve the wrath of the Others on their heads.
Hopefully he wouldn’t be rebutted.
Actually…
He is now honestly surprised he wasn’t. (Well… if one ignores the ‘fox’s’ attempts to run away from and to take a bite out of the offending raven).
But then again, he can feel some kind of bond with the ‘boy’, meaning that regardless of his looks, he definitely had Targaryen blood in his veins. And hopefully he wasn’t above some advice to his favorite and only uncle (if you ignore Viserys Targaryen as well as Eddard and Benjen Stark, but who even counts two barbarians and a mad-man anyway?).