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Jon, Robb, Arya, and Jorah sat around a massive table – Robb sat on the left of Jon and Arya on the left of Robb, there was an empty chair on the right of Jon and on the right of the empty chair sat Jorah. Robb smirked at his brother.
"The Queen seemed to be quite intrigued with you." He pointed out, Jon rolled his eyes "Queen Daenerys needs a Queensguard, I was a good candidate." He reasoned as he sipped from his wine. Robb chuckled "As you say, Snow." He stated.
Arya's face shifted as her siblings spoke "If she named you part of her Queensguard… will you have to live in King's Landing?" she questioned. Jon shrugged "I suppose I will go where she goes, If that is King's Landing, then – Yes, I suppose so." He stated. Arya frowned "But you belong in Winterfell." She pouted.
Jon gave her a disarming smile "I was never a Stark, Arya. If being at the Queen's side gives me a purpose, then so be it." he stated. Arya sighed and looked down at her plate of food. Dany walked in through the doorway and quickly made her way to be seated between Jon and Jorah, she gave a smile to her Queensguard "Good evening, Jon Snow." she nodded. Jorah eyed the two as they exchanged very friendly gazes.
Jon nodded at her with a smile "Thank you for having us, My Queen." he stated formally, she nodded back at him. They all began to eat the feast that Dany's servants had prepared, Jorah looked up at Jon "So... Lord Snow, why don't you tell us about your time at The Wall with my father?" he asked as he took another bite. All eyes seemed to turn to Jon, Robb in particular seemed interested.
Jon shrugged "There's not much to say... it was cold." he shrugged. Arya snorted, but others seemed genuinely interested. Dany nodded "Yes, Jon Snow, Please - I would like to hear about your time on The Wall." she noted.
Jon let out a small sigh "I wasn't there for long... The first few weeks that I was there, I had to adjust to the cold and the people there... they were terrible - murders, rapers, thieves, and I just had to call them my brothers." he groaned at the memory. Robb watched his brother with interest "There were a few - Samwell, Grenn, and Eddy. They were good to me." he stated.
Jon smiled "And your father," he said toward Jorah "Lord Commander Jeor was one of the best men I knew." he stated "He said he saw something in me, he said I would lead one day. He made me his squire." he explained. Jorah glared at Jon "And then you abandoned him and The Watch." he growled, Jon let out another heavy sigh "Yes... My brother needed me. Robb would have died if I would have stayed there." he reasoned.
"Yet, you have the gall to carry his blade. You aren't just a bastard, but a traitorous bastard." he growled, "Ser Jorah, Enough!" Dany exclaimed. Jon shot up from his chair and ripped the sword from his side "You want the sword? Take the fucking sword." Jon threw it in Jorah's lap and turned to Dany "Forgive me, My Queen... I believe I've lost my appetite." he stated, as soon as Dany nodded - Jon bolted out of the room.
Jorah sighed and leaned the blade against the sword against his chair, Dany pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
A few hours later, Robb and Dany walked through the hall of the palace leading onto the courtyard. Arya had gone to bed and Jorah had been dismissed by Dany.
"You'll have to forgive my brother, he isn't usually this ill tempered." he reasoned, Dany nodded "He was provoked... Ser Jorah has never acted in such a way." she noted. Robb stifled a chuckled when he nodded "Jon is good man, Your Grace, one of the best that I know." he stated, Dany looked over at him curiously "Is it true?" she asked "What Jon said in there about saving your life?"
Robb nodded with a smile "Aye. Some people I once called my friends betrayed my family and stabbed me in the back - figuratively and literately." he noted. "Jon left everything behind to come to me, He abandoned the Night's Watch... He will be killed if they ever find him." he stated.
Dany rose her brow "Why's that?" she questioned. Robb shook his head and sighed "The Night's Watch - it's a death sentence." he stated "You either die on The Wall or you're killed on some savage's spear." he stated "My mother... she hated Jon, because he was a bastard. The only reason he went to The Wall was because she didn't want him at Winterfell." he explained.
"He didn't deserve it... Like I said, Jon Snow is one of the best men that I've ever known - bastard or no, he's my brother and there's not a better man in this world you could have protecting you." he reasoned. Dany smiled "Thank you, Lord Stark." she said with a nod, Robb shook his head "Call me Robb, Your Grace. I'm no Lord here." she smiled "Robb." she tried out his name with a smile.
Robb and Dany both heard the clashing of steel and grunts of men, "Is that all you've got?" A familiar voice called out as steel collided once more. Robb and Dany walked into the training grounds to find Jon Snow battling three Dothraki men by himself. He held a training sword in his hand while he clashed it with two of the Dothraki blades. Robb chuckled as he watched his brother fighting.
Dany dropped her jaw, the Dothraki were the best fighters she'd ever known and Jon Snow and beating three of them like they barely knew how to hold a sword. Jon rolled out of the way of another swing and kicked the man's feet out from under him, the other two charged him - Jon swiped out of the way and kicked one into the other, Jon dropped his blade and smiled over the three sore Dothraki.
Jon turned and jumped as he noticed the audience, "Oh - Robb, My Queen." he nodded at both of them. "How did you..." Dany started, Jon's smile widened "They're slow and rely on their strength too much." he explained. Robb snickered as Jon walked closer to the two of them, "Where's Arya?" he questioned nonchalantly. The Queen bit her lip as to keep from smiling at the man, his shirt had been removed, most likely due to the dreadful heat, and the sweat glistened off of his rippled muscles.
"She's gone to bed." Robb answered back, "And I think I shall join her on that note. The trip was exhausting." Robb turned to Dany "Have a goodnight, Your Grace." he nodded and walked away from the two. Jon looked over his shoulder and noticed that the Sun was fading into the western horizon.
Jon nodded "I think I will rest as well, I tire from training." he nodded at Dany "Goodnight." Dany smiled "And to you, Jon Snow." she stated. Jon went to step and walk away, but he felt a stinging pain and he dropped to his knees and rolled his eyes to his back to his head, the whites of his eyes consuming them whole. Dany rushed to his side as he began murmuring gibberish.
Jon found himself in a damp and dark cave, he'd never been there before but it just felt so familiar. Jon stepped forward into the darkness, only the light from the cracks in the rocks giving him light. Jon heard the quite moans of someone in the distance, Jon felt a shiver go down his back as he continued. There was a sound of a rumble and falling rocks as a new beam of light revealed itself.
The light shun on what looked like the Iron Throne, seated on the throne was a corpse with blue eyes staring back at Jon. He didn't know this person, but there was something eerily familiar about him, Jon noticed there was a blade in chest of the corpse of the man, the darkness shrouded his face, only his prominent blue eyes were visible.
Jon felt drawn to the sword, he took a step forward and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. Jon was about to retract the blade from the body, Jon felt the clammy hands of the corpse grip tightly onto his wrist, Jon pulled backward, revealing the man's face - It was Jon himself with a decaying face and blue eyes, the corpse took a gasp of a breath as he stared into Jon's deep brown eyes "Snow..." he muttered in a scratchy voice.
"Come to me..." The dead man whispered as Jon felt himself being pulled away.
Jon shot his eyes open and gasped for a breath as he scoured the area around him, he only saw Dany and Robb around him - he realized that he was back in his own world.