Sorry for the long wait between updates. We were hit by a blizzard and I have been without power and water for the last 5 days. I guess that is the downside to living in the country. I am still working on Different Kind of Knight and hope to have an update soon. Finally saw season 2 of GOT it was really good but can't compare to the books. It's a good thing i'm capable of enjoying both of them equally without over analyzing either of them. Correction without over analyzing the show. I will always try to figure out GRRM's beautiful masterpiece. I own nothing and am just playing here. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10

Robb seemed to be doing well. His brother was still slow to move but was walking around the castle a few days after the attack. The Princess would not stop fussing over his brother and Queen Cersei would do nothing but glare at Robb. It was as if the queen blamed Robb for the attack. His father continued to post more guards around the walls of Winterfell since the attack. It was the largest group of wildlings to attack in recent history. They would get an occasional two or three while in the Wolfswood but never the numbers that Robb had encountered.

Jon found himself waking the outer walls again. The crow's nest loomed above him. If he was honest with himself he walked the walls for a chance to see her again. A shadow crossed the empty expanse of the window. He slowly started ascending the winding steps again. Mollen wasn't sitting in her normal spot when he reached the top. At first he thought he was seeing shadows, but when he turned to leave he caught her hiding in the shadows. "Mollen?" He stepped closer and Mollen moved away from him deeper into the shadows. "Are you well?" Jon stopped moving toward her and stared. The little light that touched her revealed the fresh bruises around her eye. As he glanced over her body he saw the angry marks on her neck and arms.

"I am well, please leave." He was torn between following her wishes and making sure she was not hurting.

"Who hurt you?" He had a feeling that he already knew who had hurt her.

"Jon please, you will only make it worse." He couldn't leave her, not like this. Jon slowly approached like he would a frightened animal. Mollen allowed him to get closer but wouldn't look at him.

"I do not like seeing you hurt." He said a few paces from her.

"I will be gone soon. You will not see me anymore." Mollen sank to the floor and Jon sat down next to her careful not to touch her.

"What happened?"

Mollen pulled at the seams of her dress. "He found out I snuck into the castle. He was angry and afraid that the King would make him leave."

"You helped the King's son."

"I did not tell him about your brother." Mollen looked up at him briefly and then looked back down.

"You should have told him."

"No, he would have tried to collect coin from the king." Mollen was protecting his family; he felt even guiltier for her pain. Her pain would not have happened if it wasn't for them.

"Will you go to the Maester so he can look at you?"

"They are nothing."

"Please, it is the least we can do."

"Will you leave me be if I go?" Mollen looked at him with her silver eyes.

Jon swallowed hard. He had liked talking to Mollen and she wanted him to leave her alone. "If that is what you wish."

Mollen smiled slightly. "You are a good man Jon Snow." His last name that he had grown to hate did not sound as bad when she said it. "I will go to your Maester." Jon stood and extended his hand to help her up. The bruises looked worse in the daylight. He felt a rage he didn't' know he possessed build within him. He had been taught to respect women and not to raise a hand to one. Her handler had not been taught that lesson; perhaps he would teach it to him. Mollen stepped lightly behind him making him turn a few times to make sure she was still following. Jon noticed the stares as he walked across the yard towards the Maester's tower. There was going to be new whispers spreading by the time he left the yard.

"Bastard!" Jon stopped and Mollen ran into his back. King Robert was walking towards him quickly. There was several of the King's party following Robert.

"Your Grace" Jon kneeled like he was supposed to do. Jon heard a sward pulled and his heart started pounding. He had no idea what he could have done to anger the King.

"Dragon spawn!" Robert yelled making Jon look up. King Robert was red with rage or wine; he wasn't certain. "I Robert of House Baratheon, titles… titles… sentence you to die. I'll have your last words."

Jon was stunned; he couldn't bring himself to look around and he knew no one would stop the King. "Why am I to die Your Grace?" The words came out as he thought them. He felt he deserved to know that much at least.

"For what!" Robert yelled turning a deeper shade of red. "Your bastard of a father stole my woman." Jon couldn't understand what was happening. His father would not steal anything. Ned Stark was far too honorable. Robert pulled his sword back. The blood was flooding through his ears drowning out all other noise. Everything around him was moving slowly. This was how he was going to die, kneeling before a King. There was a whirl of fabric and someone blocking his sight. "Move woman." Robert growled.

"No"

Jon stood and tried to pull Mollen away. Robert had his blade at her throat. "Mollen please." He begged. He would not let her die for him.

"He will not kill you without reason." Mollen said strongly for all to hear.

"Without reason!" Robert pressed the blade into her neck. The crimson trickle ran down her neck but Mollen didn't flinch. Jon tried to pull her away again and again he failed. "His dragon filth of a father raped my Lyanna."

"Lyanna" Jon whispered.

"Your mother, bastard." The court yard went completely quiet at the Kings words.

"I know of Lyanna Stark." Mollen said quietly as Robert pushed the blade into her neck harder. "Even my world knows of Lyanna and the man that loved her."

"I loved her more than life itself and he took her from me." Robert's voice faltered and Jon tried to pull Mollen back again but she resisted.

"And here you stand trying to take the only thing that is left of her."

"He is dragon spawn!" Robert traced a line across Mollen's throat as he yelled.

"He looks Stark to me." Robert looked straight at him when Mollen spoke. The grip on the King's sword relaxed.

"Enough" Ned yelled across the yard as he walked quickly towards them. "What is this?" Jon could see the rage beneath his father's… King Stark's eyes.

"Rhaegar's bastard Ned? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You are trying to kill my son Robert why would I?"

"He's not your son!" Robert dropped his sword and turned to speak with Ned. Jon pulled Mollen back. The thin line across her neck trickled blood, but Mollen didn't seem to notice.

"Jon" He jumped when Ned called him. He was scared and angry at everybody but couldn't say anything. It was two kings he was most angry with. "Take her to Maester Luwin." He clenched his jaw and nodded afraid to speak through his rage. Mollen tugged on his arm and he led her away from the scene that they had made.

Maester Luwin wasn't in his tower when they arrived. Jon sent the steward to get him and sat Mollen down and found a rag to wipe away the blood. He gently rubbed the cloth over her neck and chest lost in his thoughts. "Are you well?" Jon looked up into Mollen's silver eyes.

"You are the one bleeding and you ask me that." Jon wrung out the rag.

"Wounds heal faster than words."

"Who am I?"

"You are Jon Snow." Mollen said simply.

Jon stood to find another clean cloth. He shook his head. "Yes I know I am still a bastard." Jon knocked a bowl off of the desk in a fit of rage.

"You misunderstand me. You are the same man who helped me when I was hurt; the same man that helped me this morning, a good man Jon."

"A bastard"

Mollen stood in front of him and placed her hand on his cheek. "I dislike that word. Where I come from there is no marriage only a few have a special bond for life. How you are born does not matter only what you do with your life."

"This world is not yours." Jon said harshly. Mollen dropped her hand and walked to the window.

"I know."

Jon hated himself in that moment. In his anger he had forgotten that Mollen was most likely taken from her home. "Forgive me."

"You are angry. I understand. This will not change you if you do not let it." He found himself walking to her once again. Jon was never truly comfortable around Ladies but he was drawn to Mollen. She looked up at him when he reached her side. He touched her bruised cheek and ran his thumb over the split on her lip. Mollen softly kissed his thumb when it lingered too long on her lip making his heart beat quicker. The footsteps coming up the steps grew louder. He stepped away when the door knob turned.

"I am so sorry to have to see you again." Maester Luwin said as he examined the cut on her neck; he stitched some of the cut and smeared a cream before bandaging it. Maester Luwin examined the rest of her injuries and gave her some dream wine and extra cream for the wound. Jon walked Mollen back outside and back towards her tent. The people in the yard stopped talking and looked at him as they walked. Jon wished he could disappear. The few women that were out watched as he walked with Mollen through the maze of tents; he briefly wondered if she felt the same way.

Her tent was the same as the last time he saw it. Mollen moved around the small space picking up books and clothes that were scattered around. Jon knew that one king or the other would want to talk with him but he couldn't bring himself to leave her. Every time he did she carried more bruises. Mollen finally sank down on her bed and looked up at him. "If you want you can stay here for awhile." Mollen messed with the furs on her pallet. He did want to stay but wasn't sure if it was because of her or avoiding the Kings. "I know it is not much but it is quiet. The women will be sleeping for some time." Jon finally walked further into the tent and sat next to the bed. It felt strange to be in a woman's room. Mollen suddenly stood and went to a trunk behind him. "It is a custom of my people to give a gift to a new friend."

"Mollen that is not necessary."

"It is Jon."

He wished he could argue against it but Mollen looked too happy to be giving him something. Mollen pulled out a bolt of cloth and sat cross legged next to him. She smiled when she handed it to him. Jon reluctantly un-wrapped the cloth until a sword was revealed. The blade was as black as night and shimmered like ice. "Mollen this is Valyrian steel."

Mollen just looked at him. "It is my people's steel."

"I cannot keep this." He knew it was too much. The blade was priceless.

"You do not want my friendship?" Mollen moved away from him.

"That is not what I mean."

"It is what you say."

He had never dealt with people from other worlds before. "I want to be your friend."

"Then you accept my gift?" Jon slowly shook his head yes; he was uncertain of how to handle the situation. "This blade has a name. I believe it is meant for you."

"What is its name?"

"Blackfyre" Jon looked at Mollen to see if she jested. "You know of it?"

"Aye, Aegon the Unworthy gave the blade to his bastard son Daemon. It is said that it is how the Blackfyre rebellion first started. The blade was lost during the battle."

Mollen shook her head and smiled. "Not lost Jon only looking for a home." Jon stared at the beautiful blade. The irony was not lost on him. A bastard blade of a bastard Targaryen had found another bastard Targaryen.

"This is too much." He did not deserve such a gift.

"I cannot swing this sword." Mollen moved closer and laid her hand on his. "Please Jon, I want you to have it. It is meant to be."

He could feel the warmth from her hand. When he looked at her his gaze lingered on her lips. He watched her lips as he spoke "Who are you?" It was almost a whisper.

"I am Mollen of Valyria, daughter of Myena. I was a queen to my people as was my mother's mother. Old magic flows through my veins. Mollen whispered back as if she had been hiding the words.

"Your people?, Valyria was destroyed." He was kind when he said it.

"Not all of it's people were though. A few lived. We are the blood of the dragon. Our story has been passed from mother to daughter since the time of the Doom."

Jon caught the strangeness in her words. "Mother to daughter?" What about the men?"

Mollen smiled slightly. "There are no men."

He could not believe what she was saying. How could women survive all this time without men? "How do you…" Jon stopped feeling embarrassed.

Mollen licked her bottom lip and smiled. "We do not have men in our home but they are near. We choose our mates when ready."

Everything about her world was so different. "Men are just mates? What of the male children?"

"They stay with us until age five and are sent to the men. We are marked. Like this." Mollen pulled up her sleeve and showed him a paw shaped burn on her arm. "My brother has the same mark so we do not couple."

These women chose their men. He wondered how she found her way to Westeros; she was a queen and she was close to him. Closer than ever before, kneeling next to him with soft warm skin. Jon leaned closer to her without thinking. All he wanted was to taste her. Mollen did not pull away but leaned towards him. Jon pressed his lips to hers and simultaneously leaned forward sending his new blade to the ground as he got closer to her. His hand cupped her face as the kiss grew deeper. Her hands were clutching the furs around his shoulders. "What is this?" A man's voice asked from behind him. They broke apart quickly and Mollen sunk back against the back wall of the tent. "My girls aren't free boy and this one is special."

Jon wanted to beat the man bloody for the hurt he had caused her. He held his anger in check, now was not the time. He took a few calming breaths. "I will pay for the kiss. That is all I got." Jon said hoping it would appease the slimy little man. Mollen ducked her head into her skirt; he wished she would look up at him.

"That is all you will get. Stay away from her." Jon picked up his sword that was still wrapped and grabbed a few coins from his pouch and handed them over. Mollen still wouldn't look at him as he ducked out of the tent. The women around the camp watched him as he left. The rest of the castle's eyes followed him as he marched back to the trouble he wished he could forget. He had always wanted to know who his mother was, but now he wished he had never heard those words said. Lyanna Stark's son, not Eddard Stark and some unknown woman; he was Lyanna Stark's and Rhaegar Targaryen's son. Jon turned on his way to the castle and walked straight to the forge.