It feels good to stop fighting. I went to the Wall when I was sixteen. Have you ever seen it? I don't know if you ever got to travel to the North or anything but it's something so vast you can't comprehend it unless you've seen it.

( Jon smiles a little when she says he's not alone now, at least, and he traces his fingers along the length of the dagger. This is his legacy, his family, and Rhaenyra has been keeping it safe until the future. It seems a strange thing to him, to be something hoped for by Targaryens all the way back from Aegon. It shouldn't be him. It should have been Daenerys. )

I didn't fit in at Winterfell. Lady Stark made sure I knew I was a bastard and while my brothers and sisters tried, there was no mending that. I wanted to leave. I wanted to be something else. I guess I was something else the whole time, a Targaryen, and I just didn't know it.

( He takes the blade and offers it back to her. )

You have to keep it safe while we're here. That's not for me to do. That's your duty just like mine was to fight. You said your father made you heir?