Speaking with Tywin

Tywin is sat at his desk when you enter. The scene reminds you of when you told him of your father’s ****.

“Jon! There you are. I think you’ve tried to cause everyone as much trouble as possible with this wedding, you know.”

“It wasn’t intentional, Tywin. How’s it going, anyway?”

“Quite well. I suppose I’m lucky the Maester of Highgarden sent word to me a fortnight ago, otherwise we wouldn’t have had time to sort this wedding out.”

“That’s good. Thank you, again, Tywin.”

“It’s quite alright, Jon. I have something for you.” He hands you a letter, sealed with the Targaryen Sigil.

“Who’s it from?”

“Rhaegar”

You raise your eyebrows and open it.

Jon,

If you are reading this letter, I am dead. You’ll most likely already know this. That isn’t important. Tywin has given you this letter because you are getting married. I do not know who to, but no matter who, I am proud of you. On the day of your wedding, Tywin will give you two gifts. One from himself, and one from me. I have worked hard to get my gift back, it is old and has travelled all over Westeros and Essos. This is probably the last thing you’ll receive from me, Jon. Please know that I love you, and I’m proud of you. Give your mother my love, and tell her I’ll miss her.

Goodbye, my son.

King Rhaegar I Targaryen.

“T...thank you, Tywin. I... this letter means a lot”

“I thought it would. And before you ask, I’m not giving you the gift now.”

“You’ve read it?”

“Sort of. I wrote it. Well, I wrote it for Rhaegar. He told me what to put, and I put it.”

“I see. I’m going to get some rest, I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Jon.”