Someone to the East?

“What about Houses outside Westeros, father?” The idea struck Jon at once, sudden and festering within his mind. “There are several great families in Volantis or Tyrosh that would give us both military and financial support, especially with how eager they are to be seen as heirs of Great Valyria. How better than to marry their sisters and daughters to a Targaryen Prince?”

The gears of Rhaegar’s head turned slowly as he considered all the possibilities. He did not seem immediately enthused, but something seemed to stir within him, even if it was only with mechanical speed. “You would have to leave at once,” he said after a moment. “I have a few contacts in Volantis, but you would have to get on a boat to Dragonstone and from there spend a fair journey at sea.” He looked at Jon sharply, “It would be dangerous. I would send some of the White cloaks with you, but it would still be a gamble...would you be ready for such a task?”

“Father, if it could help us maintain peace I would brave the Seven Hells.” Jon’s voice held not even an ounce of fear. “ trust me father, I am ready.”

The king did not respond for a long time, but finally breathed out a sound of resigned acceptance. “Alright, you may go. But you will take Ser Barristan and Ser Oswell with you, in addition of a collection of guards from Dragonstone.” He smiled faintly, “at the very least, your grandmother and Aunt will be happy to see you.”