The magical ability of his aura completely evaded the tragic fate of House Tarth and established his role as the male heir of the family firmly. After building up a close and respectful relationship with his father and mother, he finally confessed them his ability 8 years ago, but chose not to reveal them his knowledge about the possible future, as to not cause large differences to the future he knew. Only a secret known to a single person could be kept a secret for a long time.
"Hmmm, maybe you did, this White Dragon; perhaps there's another out there just waiting for you, my aunt," She hummed, her voice husky in Dany's left ear; Dany closed her eyes at the feeling of her breath hitting her skin, a good shiver went through her body, her niece's hands around her naked waist, a part of her wishing her hands would slide down...
"Don't interfere under any circumstances," he ordered, looking at them in an odd way; Val was about to protest, Jon was still only eleven name days, but Tormund beat her to it.
Jon had already accepted that his father would never reveal it for one reason or another; the bastard had decided to listen to Brynden Rivers; if it meant he could know the truth, that was more than worth it.