Redamancy - the act of loving in return
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"Father Rhaegar," The eight year old Jon Stark says to the silver-haired man, who is currently strumming his harp in a mournful tune.
"Yes, Jon?" King Rhaegar of the Crownlands asks.
"Do you know who my real father is?" Jon suddenly asks the silver-haired man. His face set in a solemn expression.
"Jon, you already know the answer to that." The silver-haired King replies.
"I know I have nine fathers, but I want to know who fathered me," Jon tells him.
"Perhaps you should ask your mother, Jon." Jon's other father, King Jaime Lannister of the Westerlands, suggests. "She probably knows who fathered you among her nine husbands."
The blonde man says to Jon while Jaime Lannister sits down playing Cyvasse with Jon's other father, King Jonotor Arryn of the Mountain and Vale.
"I ask her but she won't say anything to me, Father Jaime. She says that all of you are my father!" Jon replies.
"Well, the Queen is right," comes the King of Dorne's reply. King Oberyn Martell, who is currently lounging down on one of the chairs while admiring a Valyrian steel dagger. "We are all your father, Jon. All nine of us."
"Why do you even want to know who fathered you, Jon?" is King Balon Greyjoy of the Iron Island's question. The Iron Islander is currently drinking a bottle of arbor gold, alongside King Robert Baratheon of the Stormlands. Like the others there, the two Kings are both Jon's father.
"I want to know because the people are wondering who fathered me, Father Balon." Jon responds, meeting the stares of all his fathers who are present there. "I want to know where I inherited most of my traits, whether I got my love for hawking from Father Willas, or my temper from Father Robert. Or perhaps I got my eyes from Father Edmure and nose from Father Domiric. I want to know these things as much as the people of the Nine Kingdoms. I want to know who fathered me."
"You should stop caring about what the people thinks of you, Jon," King Domeric Bolton of the North advises him. Jon's quite father, who has been reading silently in the corner when Jon poses the question about his origin. "Like your mother said, and the rest of us here agree, that you are our son, despite everything else that make you doubt this fact."
"I agree with King Domeric, Jon." Willas Tyrell, the King of the Reach, comments while he walks towards Jon and places a hand on his shoulder. "You should not listen to court gossip, especially regarding your birth. I also advise you to stop asking these questions. It will only bring you heartache if you continue to wonder about your origin."
"If you want to know where you got most of your traits, Jon." Robert Baratheon, the Storm King, says as he drinks a cup of arbor gold. "All of us, all your fathers, agree that you got most of it from your mother. The grey eyes, the dark brown hair, the solemn face. All from your mother, and that is most important to know than who fathered you."
Jon Stark frowns at Father Robert's statement.
"Yes, you do have all the Queen's trait in you, Jon," is what King Edmure Tully of the Riverlands says to Jon. His kind father. "That's better than nothing at all."
However, before Jon can say anything else. The door behind him suddenly opens and in comes the Queen of the Nine Kingdoms. Jon's mother, Queen Lyanna Stark.
His mother did not come alone, but she has brought alongside her favorite Commander of the Kingsguard, the Sword of the Morning. Ser Arthur Dayne.
"So you are all here," Queen Lyanna Stark remarks as her amused, grey eyes sweep over her nine husbands and her first born son.
"And here's our beloved Queen," comes from the chorus of men as they all stand up at the Queen's arrival.
Almost immediately, the King consorts move towards the Queen of the Nine Kingdoms with the intention of greeting her with a hug or a kiss.
Meanwhile, Jon watches in the sidelines. Still wondering who his real father is amongst these men.