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Gerold

He no longer held the title of Lord Commander, but his title as King's Guard Could not be ripped away from his so easily. He had sworn for life to serve and protect his King and the Royal Family.

Serve. Obey. Protect.

He had lived by this vows and would continued to do so-for his King. But for the usurper-never . Gerold thought, buckling his sword around his waist. He'd sworn to serve the rightful Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and that oath was his sole reason to continue clinging to life.

But it had not turned out well. Blood had been shed, and many good men were dead. He'd believed Rhaegar would be a better King than Aerys, but look what had happened. He did not want to judge the prince, but, his love for the Stark girl had driven the prince to a different kind of madness as Rhaegar locked her away, and started a war.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. It didn't matter any more. He had to focus on what was to come.

Before long, Gerold found himself standing not far away from his sole reason to continue living, continue moving forward: the rightful Lord of the Seven kingdoms, son of Prince Rhaegar, and the now-Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Jon Targaryen. The trueborn son of Prince Rhaegar, couldn't look any less Targaryen, though. He was all Stark- wolf's blood, not dragon blood.

The boy in question was set on his keeper's lap, his head resting against the beautiful woman's chest as she wrapped her arms against him and kissed his was no deny that Lady Ashara loved the prince more than anything. She never left the Prince's side, and showed her affection freely.

Time passed, and the Prince and his keeper lay under the shade of a lotus tree in the palace's garden. Gerald wanted to leave them in peace, but knowing his duty, he came and walked towards the..

"Lady Ashara."

Ashara looked up, her violet eyes staring at his. She acknowledged his presence with a melancholy smile, before sweeping her eyes back towards the Prince. "Does Prince Oberyn Martell really need Jon presence?"

"It was the only term by which Prince Martell would agree to accept the queen's invitation, m'lady," he replied, looking at the sleeping form of the prince. "I do not why he wants the Prince presence, however to have peace with Dorne, we need Prince Oberyn, so we need Prince Jon. "

Ashara bit her lip, still holding the Prince in her arms. She looked almost as if holding Jon was the only thing that is preventing her from falling apart completely. He understood why.

The Queen had invited Prince Oberyn of l, House of Martell e, to King's Landing to ask him to find peace with House Stark and House Baratheon. It was a bold attempt, and many, including the King, hadn't dared try. Now someone was, and a woman at that. Still, Ser Gerald knew was a woman, but far from a lady. What he and Arthur had learned in their time in the tower was that Robert Baratheon was in love with a dream. For the past moons, Lyanna had acted meek.

It wasn't hard; she had lost so much: Brother, father and husband. All the people dearest to her, gone. Yet she'd taken her time for mourning, and now was the fiery woman was back.

"I understand your concern, Lady Ashara. Prince Oberon still holds a grudge for the injustice done against his sister," He says, hand clenching tightly on his sword's grip. "But I doubt he would harm Prince Jon. He's just a babe." .

Lady Ashara rode from the grass, keeping the sleeping Jon tucked into the crook of her neck. Cascading dark hair brushed against Jon cheek, and her violet eyes coldly rested upon Ser Gerald."Elia's son was just a babe when he was murdered, and the Princess not much older. Would the prince show mercy to the usurper-dog who denied justice for his niece, nephew and dear sister?"

Ser Gerald didn't respond, he just tightly clenched the grip of his sword and looked down.

Those poor children did not deserved such a cruel fate. No one did.

"Now, we should be getting ourselves ready. The Queen chose us to escort Prince Jon bring him to her chamber," He tells her, ending their talks in the usual fashion. Neither of them interfered much, but the boy in Lady Ashara's eyes was their reason for being alive. There was never much to be discussed between them beyond that.