Rhaenys sat with her father to her right and an empty seat to her left. On the opposite side of Rhaegar sat Daenarys.
She watched from atop the head table as lords from all parts of the kingdom conversed with eachother.
The main doors to the feasting hall opened and in walked Jaehaerys and Lady Mormont. Jaehaerys was still dressed in his northern clothing and armor.
"He's a steadfast fool, I'm give him that. He must feel cooked alive in those northern clothes.", Rhaegar said quietly so that only Dany and Rhaenys could hear him.
"Father please, control your temper", Rhaenys said.
Over the years she watched her father get a shorter and shorter temper. Some times he might loose it over the smallest of things. She did her best to try and temper it as well as prayed that he would not end up like grandfather.
She watched her half brother look to the head table for several long seconds before speaking to the Small lady of bear island.
She thought of what Varys had told them about the happenings in the North. Women and children training for war with dragonglass weapons. Every able bodied man they could spare was sent to help regarrison the wall. Rhaenys didn't believe in the white walkers but she believed Jaehaerys certainly did.
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Jon walked past many lords dressed in their fine clothes. He did not miss how many snickered at him and Lyanna.
A man with a scowl on his face ,dressed in the red and green of house Tarly, was the first to try and strike conversation with him.
"So you were the bloody bastard who sent my son to go be a maester", the Lord spat, "I sent him to the wall to hopefully make a man out of him and you send him back south so he can read books all day at the Citadel."
"You must be Sam's father, Randyll Tarly", Jon said.
"Yes, unfortunately", Lord Tarly said as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Now tell me why you sent my useless son to try and be a maester."
"Everyman in the night's watch can world a sword but only one in every hundred can read and write more than just their own name", Jon said, "Sam was chosen by Aemon himself to succeed him, my lord."
"Yes, you fools who speak of walking dead are certain to make the best of decisions", he pointed out in a harsh tone, "I was ordered by lord Mace Tyrell to ask for you to follow me to their table." It as obvious he found it quite the insult to be used the same as a squire would be.
"Of course, my lord", Jon said with a fake smile.
Lord Tarly lead him to the table where house Tyrell and their bannerman feasted. Food covered every inch of the table. Fresh fruit, hams, pies, and any other food Jon could think to imagine laid on the table. Randyll Tarly went and sat down with several women and a boy in Tarly colors. Jon assumed they must have been the rest of Sam's family.
"Come join us", an elderly women said, "I would quite like to here the story of the bastard turned king turned prince. It will probably be more exciting than what any of these men have to talk about. Battle of the Trident this, besieging Casterly rock that. " She gestured with her goblet to men all around the table.
"He is no prince", Lyanna said, "He is king in the North."
The old woman didn't miss a beat, "Well he's not in the north so now he's just a poorly dressed fool. How about you allow the adults talk, sweety."
"If by talk you mean gossip like chamber maids than I'll gladly be left out of it.", Lyanna glared at the woman.
The woman actually smiled at this,"Oh, I like you. Calm, child sit with talk with me. I'm Olenna Tyrell, possibly the only person with half a brain still living in Highgarden"
Lyanna looked to Jon. He simply nodded. Lyanna took a seat across from the women.
It was only as Jon walked away that he realized he hadn't spoken a word to the woman.
The next to approach him was a man in Tully colors.
"Edmure Tully", he offered Jon his hand, "brother of Catelyn Tully, rest her soul."
"You didn't come to our aid. Not even when your sister was killed during the sacking of Winterfell", Jon nearly growled.
Edmure's face turned down cast with guilt and shame, "Aye, House Tully did nothing to help my sister and her family. It isn't as if we didn't want to but between the Freys and the golden company we couldn't spare a single man. My father, my uncle, and my sister are now dead. All I have for it is some Frey wife who hates me because I killed her father."
"We've lost many too. Your sister never showed any kindness to me but she was my father's wife and the mother of my siblings. I don't think I could ever truly hate her even if I wanted to.", Jon said as he put a hand on the man's shoulder.
"H-how did she die", he looked at Jon with eyes of deperation, "I've heard many different rumors but I refused to believe them."
Jon sighed, "They raped her many times, including that bastard Ramsey. Then they flayed her alive until she died from the pain." Jon stopped, Edmure hadn't asked for the rest but he had to know, "They took Sansa, Arya, and Rickon as prisoners. Bran had escaped somehow and hasn't been seen since. They gave Sansa to the Lannister's as thanks for all the gold they had been given. Arya tried to escape but she was cought and flayed as well in front of Rickon as a warning to him. At the battle of the bastards Rickon was used against me as bait which I blinding fell for. He was killed by an arrow through the chest."
"What of Sansa?", Edmure seemed very emotional about a niece he had never met.
"She escaped and found me. She is now the lady of Winterfell and rules the North in my absence."
"What does she look like?"
"Her mother."
Edmure seemed on the verge of tears before hardening himself, "We have fought our wars. We have lost too many of our family." He looked into Jon's eyes and Jon understood, "If what you say does come than the Riverlands will stand beside you in battle."
"Thank you, my lord", Jon said before moving on and trying to act like he wasn't just offered a military alliance.