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Robb

He normally likes surprises. He usually dishes it out himself, mostly on Jon and his younger siblings. Back in the north, they've called him the mischief wolf, for all the pranks he did and all the jests he had said in Winterfell. They've called him the young wolf too because Jon also had a moniker. Jon can't have all the love.

But this…this was not a welcoming surprise, not at all.

He and Jon were standing in the corridor, both adorned in their armor. Robb wanted to go simple and only wore a dull grey suit with chainmail underneath. His Valyrian sword was at his hip. He didn't want to patter about with armor that wouldn't help him in a real fight. Jon, on the other hand, did not restrain himself when it comes to his appearance. The armor was something to be feared and loved. Silver it was, with dragon scales a cherry on the top. The gauntlets and the greaves were of blackened steel. The breastplate was akin to cooled silver. Robb never saw armor like this. And he never saw a helm like the one Jon was holding in hand. The helmet matched the color of the armor and etched with beautiful designs. Jon's hair was put in a ponytail, so it won't get in his eyes, though some stubborn strands of hair touched his forehead.

And on his back was a double-headed valyrion ax. The man even has a horn for fuck's sake!

"What the fuck," was Jon's calm remark. That was the perfect response to what's happening. Robb wondered on how he said it so calmly.

Men with the Targaryen sigils emblazoned on their chest plates held out their spears out in a wall. And behind him and Jon were more men, their spears aimed at their head.

The onlookers in the hall were standing and whispering loudly. Some were running to presumably tell others of what's going about.

"I demand to know what's going on," Robb said, scowling as he looked at the spears around them. "My brother and I were just going to yard for the melee. We can't be late. We have fans. Surely you understand?"

One of the men stepped forward, his face stern. "Jon Snow, you are to come with us." The man to his left brought him a rope. There were gasps all around them.

"On whose orders?!" Robb and Jon demanded at the same time. Does that person not know who Jon is? This is ridiculous.

"The king's orders," the man replied. He shook the rope forcibly. "Come now, don't make this harder than it is."

Robb growled. "This is fucking ridiculous! The north will not stand for this! If you think you can tak-"

There was a clank as the ring of men started and steadied their weapons. Confused, Robb glanced to his left to see that Jon's ax was in hand. Choosing to do the same, Robb revealed his sword to the world.

Jon's face was hard as he coolly regarded the men. The silence was tense, and Robb clenched his jaw and his grasp on the sword.

Just when Robb was getting agitated, Jon lowered his ax and spoke, "Fine then, I will come with. I will not shed blood in Lady Whent's home." He tossed his ax, and it slid across the floor until it by the feet of the man.

"Good choice," one of the men remarked, picking up the ax.

Jon snapped his head to where he was, holding his hand out as the rope was being fastened on his wrists. "Don't think this was for my own good. I'd say you are the lucky ones. Thank my brother for being here, for I did nothing wrong."

"We shall see," the same man said.

"Robb, put my helm on," Jon told him. "I don't want to face anybody right now."

"Understandable. Nothing is going to happen to you." Robb moved forward and placed the helm on his cousin's head. He gripped the sides and looked Jon in the eye. "What have you done?" He whispered.

"As this man said – we shall see."

"House Stark is going to stand by you…"

"I'm not going to war, Robb."

"You might as well have!" When he realized that he screamed, Robb fought to lower his voice. "The king is bringing you in chains for a reason. He knows that you have a dragon. This is something greater than I know…so what did you do?"

Jon's lilac eyes from behind his helm narrowed as he contemplated. Then it narrowed in confusion…and then surprise. "No, it can't be," Jon whispered. "Damn it…he promised…what was I going to do? Kill an innocent?"

"What?" Robb blinked. "You've killed somebody?"

"Not technically…"

"Jon…what the fuck!"

"Get a move on!" A man from the back of them gave Jon a shove. "We don't have all day."

Robb craned his neck to the man as they started walking, him and Jon in the center of the spears. "Oh, yes, we don't," His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "We were just on our way to the fucking melee before all you fuckers decided to-"

"My lord, you can leave at any time you wish."

"I'm not leaving my brother," Robb said firmly. He turned back around and rested his hand on Jon's shoulder plate. "We will go through this together." They've been doing this since they were born.

Clanks, clanks, clanks, they walked throughout the castle. The news spread fast it seems, for every corner was plenty of people watching them, whispering loudly. Their facial expressions were all different, but the shock was palpable. And when they passed, people would follow them.

"What did you mean back there?" Robb spoke softly to Jon. "You ought to tell me everything…"

"Those men were after me, you know that," Jon began without preamble. "And you know that someone told them where my location was, correct?"

Robb nodded but then realized that Jon couldn't see him. "Yes, I was there, you know."

"It was that bastard, Gerold Dayne. He was the one behind it." Jon clenched his hands, turning them into a scary white, before uncurling them. "So, to put this short, I bashed him over the head and took him to where I thought no one would find him."

"So technically you did kill him." Robb sighed and rubbed his temple. "Yes, he was put in by a bear, but you were the cause of it."

"Yes."

Robb looked up, and he knew that his eyes were beginning to redden. "Why did you do-"

Jon turned his body so quickly that Robb was surprised that his armor didn't make a sound, not one.

"I did it for me, but most of all, for you." Jon's reply was calm, but Robb can hear the threat of anger emerging. "That cunt had the gall to try to kill you and me…I 'm in the fucking right…he tried to kill me. You think I should've done nothing?"

"I'm not," Robb whispered fiercely. "But there were other alternatives. You could have told somebody. Hells, Aegon was the best choice. He seems to like you enough." He leaned in closer. "And he is your brother," He whispered knowingly.

"No one would've believed me," Jon responded. "I had no testimony. He attempted to murder us. We should be the ones to deliver justice."

"We didn't deliver justice," Robb said wryly. "The bear did."

"ROBB! JON!" Came the sound of Arya's and Alys's voices. Robb and Jon turned to see his mother, Alys, Arya, Bran, Rickon and Sansa standing to the side. Their faces were scrunched up, and their eyes were mixed with confusion and anger.

Robb only shook his head and gave a pointed look to Arya and Rickon, knowing those two were the most likely to do something impulsive. They all wanted answers, but they couldn't have any at this moment.

The procession stopped and the murmurs increased. At the front, three men parted to let a single man through. And it was not an ordinary man. A tall man, wearing the signature cloak of the kingsguard, stopped before them to regard Jon. He didn't even look at Robb.

Robb felt his jaw go slack when he registered the man before him in his mind, never mind the greatsword on his back. This man was a legend.

"Jon Snow," the man greeted cordially, albeit cool.

"Ser Arthur Dayne," Jon greeted back, just as cool. The smile on his face was grim. "I never thought I would greet the sword of the morning under such circumstances. I always thought it would be me and you crossing swords under the eyes of thousands."

Arthur dipped his head slightly. "I had that picture in mind ever since I've heard of you across the Narrow Sea, although you have brought these circumstances on yourself when you abducted my cousin."

"What!

"Jon Blackscale abducted Gerold Dayne!"

"Never would I think the hero of Kingslanding would do this sin!"

"I don't believe this farce!"

"I know he didn't do it! Free Jon Blackscale!"

"Our beloved king thinks he is guilty! Throw him in the darkest cell we have!"

"His dragon will burn us all! Free him before it's too late!"

"Free Jon Blackscale!"

"Throw him in the cell!"

"Free Jon Blackscale!"

"Throw him in the cell!"

"Free Jon Blackscale!"

"Throw him in the cell!"

"Free Jon Blackscale!"

The chants were loud as the people made their will known. The fists banging on the doors and walls only added to the intensity of the chant. Their cries all differed in opinion and volume. Half of them mayhap thought what they spat out as facts. Robb was sure he would go deaf.

Jon and Arthur had a stare down that Robb was sure would go down in history. One almost seemed indifferent, and one seemed almost ready to attack.

"Ser Arthur Dayne," Jon began, his voice cool and smooth, "What fate befallen upon your cousin was what he mayhap deserved."

"Not a single soul can escape the king's justice," Arthur said. "Not even you, a dragon rider. What good king would ignore what you have done?"

"You will find me innocent," Jon said. "And I will show you what justice is when we cross paths in the melee." He did what he could for a gesture that signaled for them to go on with his hands tied.

Arthur almost looked sympathetic. "You will be found guilty. What is ahead of you is not what you thought would be, Jon Snow." Robb was sure that he saw pity in his eyes. And what confidence he had was slowly breaking down by bits. Jon, what have you gotten into now? Do we have to get that dragon? Gods…

Mya

She was in Rhaenys's chamber. She and the princess were abed, staring at the canopy, gossiping. What they were discussing, however, was something else entirely…

"And he asked why I'm doing all of this for a boy…and I told him he knows nothing," Rhaenys said lowly. "He looked so confused…so adorable…" I wonder how confused he looked. The princess dragged her kitten into bed with her, and she stroked him as she stared at the canopy.

"I don't why he was confused or is confused. I thought I was very clear to him…doesn't he feels the same? Is that why he is confused?"

Mya had been patiently listening to Rhaenys as she talked about Jon, but she decided to speak, "Are you actually clear? You might not be to others, Rhaenys. Jon might not understand. He probably doesn't understand any of this. If I can take the chance, I would say that he is new to this. There is a chance that he feels the same. Perhaps he is only accustomed to having women throwing themselves at him. What you want to offer him is not like that."

Rhaenys took to staring at her as she spoke. Mya had no reservations of looking at her black-eye. She knew better. She knew Rhaenys would not take well of avoiding eye contact just because of a bruise.

When she finished, Rhaenys's brown eye was shining with interest. It was something that Mya knew would not go away until the princess gets what she desired. Rhaenys was not at fault; she is a princess. "You think he feels the same way?" Rhaenys asked her. "He doesn't do as much for me as much as I do for him."

Mya wanted to sigh. Even when Rhaenys was older than Aegon, even when Rhaenys was Jon's elder by a few years, Mya sometimes wanted to shake her for being so difficult.

"The little things matter too, Rhae." Mya twisted until she was on her side facing the princess. "You have done…your share of things. Jon did too. If what you said was true, then he stood by your side…inside that cat." When Mya first heard it, she scoffed at it. "He even came to you to see the damage to your eye, despite the row. And he asked for your favor. That definitely tells me he cares for you."

Mya narrowed her eyes at the princess. "This wouldn't come to be if you didn't do what you did. This would have been simple. You could've had Jon without any complications." Mya heard the whole story from Rhaenys's standpoint. She didn't listen to Jon's, but she had enough.

"He insulted my cousins," Rhaenys said sharply. "Tyene told me personally what happened. Jon and his brother banded together to shame them, just because the Northerners lost the spar. I went to Jon's tent that night, and I wanted his apology."

"Do you believe that? Do you believe that your cousins told you the truth?" Mya didn't like the Sand Snakes or Arianne Martell. Dorne was known for their indifference towards bastards, but that was not the same case for her. It was because she was the daughter of Robert Baratheon, the usurper. Mya was going to be instantly suspicious of what the bastard daughters of the Red Viper would say. She would rather take Jon's side, her friend.

Rhaenys twisted to her side and faced her, pulling the blanket over her and Balerion. At this moment, the princess looked like the five-year-old child that used to pretend that her kitten was the dragon Balerion.

"Why can't I?" Rhaenys questioned. "They are family. All I wanted was for Jon to apologize to them. That can't be hard for someone like him."

"You wanted him to apologize yet you resorted to hurting him," Mya accused. "I still cannot believe you did that, Rhaenys."

There was a fire in Rhaenys's eyes, but Mya held firm. She once told Jon that the princess was a good person. Jon was not the only one who felt betrayed.

Rhaenys sighed and the fire was gone. The princess of Westeros looked defeated. "I…I…I didn't mean to hurt him. I was just angry...I didn't mean to hurt him…I let my head get the better of me."

Mya nodded in approval. She admitted she was wrong. That's the first step. "Did any of you apologize?" She inquired.

Rhaenys slowly shook her head.

"You have a weird way of showing somebody that you love them."

Rhaenys sputtered. "I…don-"

"Yes, you love him," Mya reaffirmed. "I have never heard you rant as much about a boy as you do for Snow. Frustrated or happy, you always have something to say about him. Tell me that I'm wrong." There was a challenge in her voice, but she didn't care. Rhaenys was confused, and Mya was trying to help her understand.

Rhaenys met her stare, scowled, frowned, and then nodded in resignation. "Yes…I love him."

"Are you going to listen to what I have to say?"

"I'm listening, Mya."

"Tell him how you feel and ask him if he feels the same. Don't be subtle in your approach, be very honest. He has Stark blood running through his veins. He will appreciate your bluntness. I know this because I speak to him regularly. And by the seven…speak about that night in that tent."

Rhaenys had been nodding through her advice; her dark eyebrows knit in seriousness. But in the last section of her sentence, Rhaenys pursed her full lips together. "Why should we speak about that?"

"Because you two need to come to terms on that. This is why you and Jon started a row…" Mya paused, hesitating on her next words. "Rhae, I don't think your cousins were being entirely truthful to you."

Rhaenys did not stray her eyes from hers. "Go on."

Mya was pleasantly surprised by her willingness. "You say that Arianne is interested in Snow."

"I did, and I'm going to keep that snake away from him." You made that quite clear already…

Mya felt her upper lip push upwards. "And when did you become informed of what happened in that spar?"

"Tyene told me before the feast."

"And don't you think she may be lying to you?"

"Why would she do that? We are family." Her rich accent was heavy with confusion and denial.

"Arianne is also in the family. And she is so happening to be vying for the boy you want…" Mya left it at that. She didn't need to explain herself any further. Rhaenys can do the rest on her own.

"In that time span, she had enough time to tell Arianne what happened…" Rhaenys started unemotionally. Mya nodded. "And mayhap Arianne told the three of them to lie to me…"

Mya nodded one final time. "Yes, she wanted to divide you and Snow. She did a remarkable job if I say so myself," She admitted. "Who knows what happened during the row…"

"Nothing happened and nothing will happen," Rhaenys told her determinedly. "I had enough of this. Jon and I are going to talk about this… today. This…this is my fault…"

"No, it's their fault, Arianne and them."

"I hurt Jon because of a lie," Rhaenys breathed out. "I said he was a bastard because of a lie. I defended my cousins…for a lie…I suffered for a lie." There was a sliver of hurt in her brown eye. "Why did they do this to me? Can't they see how I want Jon to be mine? I don't have many wants… am I a bad cousin for them to do this?"

Mya never hated the Sand Snakes and Arianne more than this moment. She grasped Rhaenys's hand under the blanket. "You are not a bad cousin. A bad cousin would've sat back and let strangers slight them. If I had to say, they are bad cousins. They don't deserve you."

Rhaenys's smile resembled the bright sun. Mya could not blame Jon if he has any feelings for her. "I had the thought that they could've been my sisters that I never had…I just realized that sister is in bed with me now…"

Mya smiled back, warmth filling her heart. She was happy that Rhaenys said that to her, not to her cousins from Dorne. "I will be happy to be your sister." 'Tis ironic that I want to be a sister to the daughter of the man that slain my father…The world is a queer place.

"Why are we still in bed?" Mya asked her. "I would've thought you would be dragging me to the melee."

"Why rush to the stands? I'm sure Jon is going to be victorious."

"Are you confident that he will best the likes of Arthur Dayne and the mountain?" There were more than enough names for Mya to say for an hour.

"Why do you think I gave him my favor? I strive for the best." She giggled when Mya rolled her eyes.

Mya jerked and Rhaenys stayed perfectly still when a harsh fist knocked on the door. People are running. Mya realized with a start, hearing the scurrying of feet.

"Rhae!" That was Aegon's shout. Then the door opened, and Aegon came through. "Rha-" The prince stared at the opened door and turned his eyes to Rhaenys. "Why didn't you bar your door?" Jaime Lannister was seen by the doorframe, looking at the running of feet.

"Why did you barge into my room, little brother?" Rhaenys demanded callously, not bothering to take her head off her pillow. "I could've been changing." With me here?

Aegon shrugged. "It would've been your fault. I knocked."

Mya then took in his state of dress. Aegon was in a black tunic, not wearing any armor. Shouldn't he be in the field?

"Aren't you participating in the melee?" Rhaenys asked the question that was on her mind. "If you haven't noticed, it's about to begin."

"The melee is being delayed," Aegon bluntly told him. The next second Aegon looked ready to bolt out of the room. "Rhaenys, father arrested Jon!" The crown prince exclaimed. He did what?

"He did what?!" Rhaenys growled out, though she was already throwing the blankets off her. "Is father mad?"

"Gerris told me Jon was arrested in the middle of the corridor." Aegon sounded like he couldn't believe his own words. "Father's men put him in chains and are bringing him to the great hall."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"Rhae-" Aegon tried to explain, but Rhaenys pushed past him. The princess grabbed Mya by the arm and compulsorily pulled her along. Aegon and Jaime followed closely.

The corridors were chaotic as people shoved each other to get to the great hall. People clumsily fell and people cursed profusely.

"Make way for the prince and the princess!" Jaime ordered loudly.

At once, the mob parted right down the middle in a straight line. Aegon and Rhaenys held their heads high as they walked through, Jaime following obediently.

"Princess, I can walk too, you know?" Mya said to the princess who was still holding her hand.

Rhaenys blinked at her as if she just now came to the same conclusion. "My apologies, Mya." She released her hold.

The doors to the great hall were opened when they came upon it. It was full of bodies and loud whispers if you can call it that. Seven iron braziers were close by. The king, the queen, the queen dogger, Jon Connington and Ashara sat at the high table. While Loras, Arthur, and Gerold stood on the left side of the table, Oswell and Barriston stood on the right. Jaime excused himself to stand with his brothers. Dany, Viserys, Tommen, Joffrey, Cersei, Arianne, the Sand Snakes, Oberyn, Trystane, Quentyn, Willas, Garlan, Margaery, sat at the table next to the king, not too far and not too close.

There was a long table in the middle. Jon Snow at in it, wearing the finest crafted armor Mya had ever laid eyes on. He looked out of this world. The 17-year-old was drumming his fingers against each other, hands tied but still looking utterly calm. Mya couldn't see if his face was calm because of his silver helm. He ought to be calm. He has a beast on his side. Why are we doing this anyway?

The north had its own seating section that none dared to step foot in. Most of them were on their feet, hands on their hilts, faces either shocked or outraged. The Starks were at the front of the group, eyes cold. This is how you start another rebellion.

Mya glanced towards the Stormlands and then to the Vale, wondering if they felt the same anger as the northern lords. Lord Tyrion had his own table, his rude companions sitting by him. It was not a shocker to see Gerris and Daemon sitting next to the dwarf lord also. Are they the most angered of all?

She walked behind Rhaenys and Aegon as they started for their seats. They've past Jon Snow but the man did not glance to them.

"Father, what is the meaning of this?" Aegon boldly demanded of the king when they were in range.

"The bastard is going to be rightfully punished, that's what," Joffrey said scornfully.

"Punished for what exactly?" Rhaenys asked hotly.

"Abducting Gerold Dayne, my kin," Ashara answered her. She gazed down at Jon Snow. "My house's honor beseeches justice."

"He might have not done this," Aegon told her. He looked to his father and mother. "Father, mother, please stop this. This is madness. This man do-"

"What must be done has to be done, Aegon," Rhaegar said to him. "Yes, Jon Snow has done unimaginable deeds to our house, but laws need to be followed through. He will be given a fair trial. We will hear what he has to say."

"I say he is guilty," Cersei said. "Bastards are capable of doing despicable things." Her words had more than one interpretation.

Oberyn, who had his legs propped up on the table, sat up and looked to where the Lannister sat. "Lannister, if you have something to say, say it more clearly," Oberyn beckoned casually, though his eyes held a dangerous promise. His bastard daughters stared at Cersei with anger.

"Imbecile, my mother does not talk of your Sand bastards…" Joffrey paused. "Or Sand bitches…" Joffrey smacked his lips together as if tasting good wine, and a big smile spread across his face. "That sounds better. I have to give credit to the northern bastard; those pitiful things that you call women are very deserving of that title."

"No more!" Elia ordered when the Sand Snakes were nearly opening their mouth to retort. Her eyes took in Aegon and Rhaenys. "We are having this trial."

"Oh, and our two dragon eggs is very capable to battle Cannibal if Snow wished to burn us all," Rhaenys said, sarcasm lacing her voice.

"Oh, Rhaenys, don't forget the eggs can magically float in the air," Aegon put in, picking up his sister's act with ease. "Those eggs would be fearsome in the air. Snow's dragon would not dare to engage in a battle with them."

Rhaenys turned to him, her finger on her chin in a mockery show of thoughtfulness. "Oh, yes. But if Cannibal was foolish enough to attack them, the eggs would glow and Cannibal would be blinded by its brilliant scales."

Aegon, too, put his finger on his chin. He nodded his head during Rhaenys's talk as if he was serious. "Yes, I agree. I can imagine it now." Aegon whipped his body around and put his hands out as if he was watching a play. "A glorious battle, a song would be made for it. What should the name be for it, dear sister? The dance of dragons and eggs?"

"Or the unrivaled brilliance of king Rhaegar…," Rhaenys added idly to the sniggers of Oberyn and Viserys. "Or the folly of Jon Snow."

"Aegon, Rhaenys, take a seat," Rhaegar ordered them softly.

"My, my, my," Oberyn said amusingly as Rhaenys and Aegon took a seat next to Viserys, glaring stubbornly at their parents. Mya stood behind Rhaenys's chair. "Elia, your children have creative and wild imaginations. I'm certain they do not get it from you…"

"It runs in the blood certainly," Viserys remarked, glancing at Rhaegar. "Not every child inherits the most from their mothers. 'Tis an awful thing…"

That was a slight, though the king chose not to comment on it.

The great hall was buzzing with talks. Mya watched people frantically point towards Jon and to the northern section. She watched people try to call out Jon Snow from where they're at. And she watched the northerners glower at any southerner that tries to speak to him. But Jon did not speak or react once. He'd just sit there, moving his tied hands as if he enjoying some time at the lake instead of being on trial.

Connington stood, walked in front of the high table, and shouted, "Silence in the hall in the name of your king!"

The hall went into silent good enough, aside from the few persistent murmurs. But then someone shouted, "Piss on the king! And piss on the Targaryens!" The noise level erupted again from anger and agreement.

Before Mya can identify who said it, another person shouted, "Is this how you repay Jon Blackscale for saving Kingslanding, for saving your worthless lives, for giving you Blackfrye, and giving you fucking dragon eggs?" The person's voice became high pitched at the end of anger and incredulity. A hundred fists might have thumped on the tables for his remark.

"Listen to this man, nothing but the truth!"

"Shut up! Jon Snow is guilty! The king said it!"

"The trial didn't even start yet, you arse!"

"Fuckers! Aren't we forgetting something? Robbert Baratheon should've won the battle of the Trident! The Stags would've been better rulers than the fucking dragons we have now. The dirty wolves from the frozen north would've been better rulers!"

The Starks and the Baratheons did not agree with it, nor did they dispute it. Robb Stark and Renly Baratheon stared coldly at the Targaryens and Martells alike. What's going through their minds now?

"Rhaegar is our king!"

"The realm has prospered under Rhaegar's rule!"

"Piss on Jon Snow! Rhaegar! Rhaegar! Rhaegar!"

"Jon Snow is a tyrant! I've been saying this for days! He's a monster just like his dragon! I hated this man even when he was across the Narrow Sea! Didn't we hear of what he did in Essos?"

"Just look at him! He looks guilty!" No, he looks completely relaxed…

The room is divided. Mya noted as she continued to listen to the outbursts that prevailed in the hall. The realm loves Rhaegar, but the realm fears Jon…people don't know what to do. And there was something else to add. There were disturbing rumors of what Jon did back in Essos, and people hated and feared him for it. The hate and fear were obvious when Jon first arrived at Harrenhall, but with time, it was slowly forgotten. But now, when the heavily praised king drags Jon to trial, what was forgotten was now something the people remembered on the back of their hands. However, for the people who are more cautious and more thoughtful, they are more aware of what pissing of Jon Snow means. The threat of a vengeful black beast hung over everybody's, so emotions ran hot.

"What is this? I'd have the lot of them whipped bare in the streets of Flee bottom…" Rhaenys's voice was so low that Mya thought she growled. Her threat sounded so real that Mya almost believed her.

"Now, now, you know you cannot do that, Rhaenys," Aegon tried to pacify his sister's anger. "Calm…down."

"I can't, little brother? Watch me. I ought to ride Jon's dragon and burn this damned castle to the ground, with all these people in it. How can they talk this way about Jon? My Jon…"

"You shan't do anything," Aegon applied more stern to his voice and to his handsome face. "Calm…down." Apparently, the prince did not hear of the last part regarding Snow. That was for the best. Mya did not know what Aegon would think about Rhaenys's feelings for Jon Snow.

Mya knew Rhaenys was not able of doing any of what she said. In her bouts of anger, the princess can get carried away of what she meant. But it gave her relief when Rhaenys took a deep breath and nodded. The princess settled to staring at Jon and his insulters intently.

Your feelings for Jon have blinded you so far. Don't let the tendency continue. I can even say you are infatuated with him.

The king watched the people argue silently, not appearing angry or confused. He observed as if he was about to make a move in a game. Mya thought he observed Jon Snow the longest. The queen had only Jon in her sight. There was sadness in her eyes. Mya did not know what he did to make her feel this way.

A flash of red from the corner of her eye caused her to look that way. A woman, red-haired and wearing red robes, stood by an iron Brazier. She was surrounded by other women that donned the same robe. Mya skin crawled, not from her appearance, but from the way she stared at Jon. It was…unsettling. It was different from how Rhaenys stares at him. The princess's eyes would be full of passion. This woman…was eerie…almost voracious.

The red woman must have felt her stare, for she looked straight at her. Mya felt her hair on her arms stand on end. And she felt that the woman was standing right next to her. The red woman tilted her head and smiled as if she was a mere girl. Mya swore that the red ruby necklace that was around her neck glowed for a brief moment. The woman turned away, and Mya just comprehended that she had been holding her breath. She exhaled.

"Is something bothering you, Mya?" Rhaenys asked quietly, staring at Jon longingly, obviously hearing her.

"No, princess," Mya responded, though she eyed the red woman. I have to keep an eye on her.

"Enough." That word was enough to end all the blabbering in the hall abruptly. Children would wonder who had the power beside the king to do this. But the adults didn't, because everyone knew Jon Snow.

All eyes drifted to him expectedly, and all was silent. Jon twisted in his seat and turned his head slowly, his silver helm looking at everyone. "I don't want to be here," He declared, at last, very calm. "I want this to be over with so I can go and win the melee." He turned his body back around.

Everybody was shocked. Mya knew this because she was as well. Silence prevailed in the hall.

"That's what he has to say?" Aegon asked to no one in particular, his voice distorted with disbelief. "He talks of the melee while he is on trial?" he let out a small laugh.

"Of course he is. He is not guilty," Rhaenys said with a bite, not hiding her glances to her parents.

"He must be very brave or very stupid," Oberyn remarked.

"Come now, uncle, it must be the first," Arianne said, smiling brightly at Jon. Mya found it odd that she made a soft sound whenever she shifted in her seat.

To Rhaenys's credit, she didn't spare her cousin a glance.

"You heard Blackscale! Get it over with so he can bite everyone's asses for this shit in the melee!" Gerris yelled out. He howled loudly and raised his goblet in the air. He's drunk.

Jon turned to regard Gerris. "You ought to put that drink down, Gerris. You must know wolves don't bite-"

"Shush! Don't you know you are on trial, fool?"

Jon merely turned his back on his friend. Although, Bronn stood up and tried to grab Gerris by the arm. "I think it's your bedtime," He tried to explain as the other man began to struggle. "Damn it, you're making a scene…"

Gerris finally managed to yank his arm away. He scowled at him. "I'm not making a scene. Jon is. He's the one in fucking trouble. I'm going to stay here…to offer my friend support…" He sluggishly pointed to himself and to Jon as he tried to explain himself in his drunken condition. "Then…when Jon is found innocent…we will go to the melee together and cause havoc." He started to point towards the men at his table. "It's going to be me, Daemon, Jon, Bronn, burnt face, but not you dwarf." He chuckled as if he made a good jest.

"Get this drunken dimwit out of the hall!" Someone shouted. Some people nodded their heads and murmured in agreement.

Gerris stood up immediately, swaying somewhat. "I'm not a dimwit, fucker!" He paused to hold his stomach. "Whoever you are, try to move me yourself. You will find out who Gerris Drinkwater really is…"

"My lord, if you cannot hold your tongue then please leave," Connington told the drunken man sternly. "Or we will move you."

Gerris stared at the hand blankly. He then waved his hand and laughed. "Of course, of course, I understand!" He sat down, crossed his arms, and pointed a stern finger towards Jon. "And don't leave, Blackscale. I'll be back. We have to go to the melee, and I don't you to leave me behind." What is going on here?

"Yes, Gerris," Jon said patiently. These are some bright men you are around with, Jon.

When he got his answer, Gerris instantly closed his eyes and slumped over the table. His goblet dropped out of his hands and landed with a metallic thud, its contents spilling onto the floor.

"Gerris…" Aegon sighed and put his hand to his head. "Why does he constantly insist on being a fool when everything has to be serious?"

At that, no one had an answer.

"I'm sorry, your grace," Tyrion apologized, leaning over the table to throw a cloak over Gerris's head. "I'm afraid that this foolish idiot was too deep in his cups. May he rest in his not so peaceful drunken slumber."

"As his comrade, you ought to be more responsible," Rhaegar scolded lightly. "Make certain that the rest of your comrades," he glanced at the rest of the men, "don't interfere with the trial, Lord Tyrion."

"I will your grace." Tyrion stood up on his table and pointed to every single man he considers being his comrade. "Don't interfere with the trial, or you will face the dire consequences." He sat back down and exhaled. "That should do it, my king."

Rhaegar looked to his Lord hand and nodded. "Let the trial commence."

"All be silent!" Connington roared. He fixed the hall a stern gaze until not a whisper was heard. The hand nodded in acceptance and looked to the king.

Rhaegar's gaze was impenetrable on Jon Snow. "Jon Snow, you stand accused by Ashara Dayne of illegally abducting Gerold Dayne, her kin," He declared in his kingly voice, yet it was soft. "How do you plead?"

"Not guilty, your grace," Jon answered, unknowingly resurrecting murmurs. "I'm innocent." He said that whilst looking at Ashara.

"May the first witness comes forth," Rhaegar called out.

A round man, more fat than muscle, stood up from his table and cautiously walked in front of the high table.

"Sam?" Jon asked.

The fat man did not look at him but at the king. His hands were nervously playing at his sides. Beads of sweat littered his forehead. Mya thought he would crumble under the stares.

"Your name?" The king asked calmly.

It appeared that the king's calmness cooled the man's anxiety, for he straightened his back. "Sa-i-Samwell of house Tarly, your grace."

"And what do you have to say?"

"Jon Snow is guilty, your grace." Shouts rang out.

"Sam…why?" Jon asked him.

Samwell turned his head to him and gulped. But then he visibly grew determined. "This is the right thing to do. I'm not going to forced to stay silent in the shadows by the likes of you. You think you can oppress and kidnap people because you have a dragon. You're nothing but a bully." Jon's a bully?

Mya wanted to slap some good sense into Sam. Jon has been nothing but kind to her.

"You call my brother a bully?!" Arya Stark shouted. "I'll get needle!"

"I'll get Shaggydog!" Rickon Stark shouted.

"Quiet!" Connington ordered.

"Who's needle? Who's Shaggydog?" Aegon asked to no avail.

"I'm a bully you say?" Jon said to Samwell. "I'm a bastard, have been and always will. Don't you think I have been bullied and oppressed? Why would I become what I hate? I'm-"

"Mayhap you hate yourself?" Oberyn asked mockingly, earning the sniggers from the Dornishmen.

"-not the Sand Bitches," Jon finished. The lot of the hall laughed

Joffrey guffawed. "Good one, bastard!"

"Thank you."

Oberyn's face darkened in rage, but it was Obara who shouted, "A dog like your-"

"Stop hissing, Sand Bitch!" Joffrey sent the Sand Snakes a look of utter contempt before looking at his nails as if bored. "Let the northern scum speak. This is getting interesting."

"The one who I call upon has the right to speak, no one else," Rhaegar informed everybody. "Jon Snow, please remain silent. Samwell Tarly, do you more to testify your claim?"

"Yes, I do." Samwell acquired some broken shards out from his sleeve. "These were found near Gerold Dayne's body."

Mya held in her gasp, for she knew what those were. By the shock on Aegon's face, he knew too. He should.

"Do you know what these are?" Rhaegar directed the question to Jon, who was staring at the broken shards of dragon eggs.

"They're dragon eggs," Jon admitted.

"Why would dragon eggs be near him? And why would someone destroy them? Dragon eggs can be sold for a very hefty price." It was clear to everyone that Sam was asking the entire audience. Not a single person was capable of answering, neither was Jon Snow.

Mya's mind was turning at a fast rate.

"How well do you know your dragon, Snow?" Rhaegar asked.

"Very well, he's my dragon."

"Would you say that he is capable of eating the eggs that he hatched? Can you deny those eggs are his? What other dragon is there in this world?"

"There are no other dragons, only Cannibal," Jon conceded. "And yes, I can say he is capable of eating those eggs."

"Why was your dragon there, Jon Snow?"

"Your grace, if I may?" Ashara put in.

Rhaegar glanced at her. "You may, you are the one bringing the charges."

"Thank you, my king." Ashara stood up and swept her eyes around the hall twice before looking to Jon. "I say that your dragon was there because you were there. 'Tis not a coincidence that my kin and your dragon were in the same place. Can your dragon tie people to the tree Snow?"

"No."

"Then it was you who did it. You are guilty."

"I can't believe it," Aegon muttered, his voice one of the many that was now in use in the great hall. "He didn't do it."

"The evidence is pointed its finger towards him, Egg," Viserys said solemnly.

"Do you have more to say, Samwell?" Rhaegar asked. He sounded as if he knew there was more. Mya wondered if the king was in conspiring with Sam and Ashara.

"Yes." Sam nodded and pointed a stubby finger to Jon, who appeared to be frozen. "I saw him abduct Gerold Dayne with my own eye. He made me comply to never tell anyone."

Nothing could stop the shouts from coming. However, it sounded distant to Mya's ears.

Dread hit her stomach with the force of an anvil. Oh god's, Jon. Did you really do it?

"Jon Snow." The king's soft voice brought the shouts to a halt. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I do have something to say." Mya was honestly surprised by how quick he responded. "Watching him bawl his eyes on that damned tree was a great stress reliever. Did you know, Ashara Dayne that he pissed himself?"

He's definitely guilty…

"You have it! He's guilty!"

"Piggy is right! He's a bully!"

"Get him to the chopping block!"

"Who gives a fuck about Darkstar anyway?"

"Jon, what are you doing?" Rhaenys whispered. She looked as though she was in despair. "You are supposed to keep denying their claims…"

"Silence in the hall!" This time, it was Rhaegar who roared. The hall immediately plunged into the cold, dreary silence.

"I thought you said you were innocent," Rhaegar told Jon softly. "Are you now confessing of your guilt?"

"No, I'm not. I'm saying I'm innocent because it was my right to leave him tied to that tree so the bear can have its way with him," Jon answered bluntly.

"Why would you say that?" Rhaegar asked.

"He tried to kill me," Jon twisted his body to point out Robb Stark and Tyrion Lannister, "Robb Stark, and your master of coin Tyrion Lannister."

"He attempted to kill you three?" Rhaegar repeated. "Tell me how and what for."

"He hated me for beating him in a spar. Gerold Dayne sent assassins after me, which left me severely injured and the forest severely burnt."

Rhaegar eyed Jon Snow in a thoughtful manner. If she so dared it, Mya thought she saw a glimmer of hope in the king's violet eyes.

"Robb Stark and my master of coin, can the two of you back up this claim?" Rhaegar inquired.

"I can your grace." Robb stood to his feet. He nodded in Tyrion's direction. "Lord Tyrion and I were there that night. There were six men in total that wanted to kill my brother. And one of them, perhaps the leader, told us that a friend wanted my brother dead."

"He was a very optimistic man," Tyrion said idly, pouring some wine into Gerris's goblet that he picked up from the floor. "He was very…demanding. 'Make the dwarf shorter by cutting off his head', he said…"

It was too early, but Mya let optimism fill her stomach. There are two lords who are saying the same thing. Jon might be in the right.

The king still looked pensive. "And did the man tell who the person was?"

Mya's optimism died when Robb and Tyrion glanced at each other, looking very at lost to what to say.

"No, he didn't give us a name, your grace," Tyrion answered.

"Then how do you know it was Gerold Dayne?"

Robb and Tyrion slowly turned their heads to Jon. Mya felt more dreadful and less hopeful at this point.

"He told me," Jon answered. No…

There was nothing to be said afterward. The silence was so loud that a snigger echoed off the walls.

"He told you?" Rhaegar asked slowly.

It must have dawned on Jon about how ridiculous it was, for he explained more, "Yes, I forced the truth out of him." It was still not plausible. The king and the queen frowned heavily.

"Snow, did you kidnap the wrong fucker?!" The hound shouted.

"No," Jon replied, annoyance lacing his voice. It would've been comical if this wasn't so serious. "Gerold Dayne is the one…I know it to be true."

Whatever hope that was in Rhaegar's was nowhere to be found. There was only a king resolve. "There is no evidence that you can give to persuade me to consider Gerold Dayne attempted to murder you." He stood up to his full height, looking like the very image of a king with his crown on his brow. "Jon Snow, I hereby declare you guilty of kidnapping Gerold Dayne that ultimately led to his death," he announced.

"He's guilty! Take his head already!" Joffrey shouted in glee.

"Father, I had enough!" Aegon rose to his feet and glared at his father. "I will not sit back and watch you make another disastrous decision that would doom our house. I will not allow it! I will not!"

"Sit down, Aegon," Rhaegar told him.

"Jon Blackscale is a good man. I say he is better than the lot of us because I would've been flown away on that dragon if I was him."

"The heir speaks true!"

"All hail the crown prince!"

"A good man does not leave a man to be torn apart by a bear," Rhaegar responded softly, coughing at the end. "Sit down, Aegon."

"I hate you, father…" Aegon muttered as he sat down dejectedly, clenching his hands. "I hate you…I swear that I do…" Does he mean it?

Mya was slightly apprehensive by the strong conviction in the young man's voice. She knew the prince and the king were at odds with each other, but she didn't know it was too this extent.

Rhaenys and Viserys, who were right next to the crown prince, did not comment on it.

"Jon Snow, for your deeds to my house I offer you a choice: the wall or death…" Rhaegar and everyone looked to Jon, who had his helm tilted to the king's direction. He was utterly silent.

The queen, who had said nothing for the entire trial, spoke to Jon urgently, "Choose the wall, Jon. Don't lose your life…"

"He doesn't have to choose anything," Lord Umber growled. "He's one of us. And he has a bloody dragon!"

"Lord Umber is correct." All the people in the hall watched as Jon stood to his feet. The man tilted his head to the side. "I don't have to choose. I respect you, my king. And it was out of that respect that made me sit through this. But now you are talking to me as though you hold my life in your palm. I have a dragon, you don't. I can leave freely if I so wished. Why should I abide by your word?" He asked, voice curious yet serious. Mya can see that everyone was hanging on to his every word.

And there was it. That was the million dragon question. It was the one Mya had been thinking much of when she was heading to this hall. Jon holds our lives in his palm, not the king…

"I thought you would say that," Rhaegar said softly. "You have much of Lyanna in you…" Mya was confused by the sorrow in the king's voice. "And it pains me to do this…" He clapped his hands once.

At once, Oswell and Barriston marched to Jon Snow. They grabbed him by the arm and forcibly forced him to face the approach of the red woman and her cohorts. What set Mya on edge was the dagger in her hand. Jon struggled in the kingsguard's grasps.

"Fucking Targaryens!" Great Jon bellowed as the Northmen rose to their feet in anger. The Starks were just as livid if not more so.

"Unhand him at once!" Robb shouted in panic and anger, his hand searching for his sword.

Right before he could do so, a man materialized from behind and put a blade underneath his throat.

Mya looked from the heir to see that the other Northmen were in a similar situation. All of them were at sword point, and nobody moved.

The king must have men waiting for this moment. Mya mused.

"Close the doors," Rhaegar demanded. Mya knew why because of the haunting howls that flowed in the air. Two strong men closed it, and not a second after something large smacked against the other side. The vicious snarls and snaps coincided with the budging of the doors. Mya feared the direwolves would topple it.

"Get off me!" Jon banged his helm against Oswell's face. Blood was spilled and the kingsguard screeched. Barriston stilled Jon's movement with a strong cuff to the back off his helm.

"What bloke would use this type of helm?" Oswell asked ferociously, blinking the blood from his eye. "'Tis fucking dangerous."

"You do not need to be afraid, Jon Snow," The red woman soothed. "'Tis only be a scratch.

"Fuck that!" Sandor draws his sword, Daemon, and Bronn following his example. "I'm going to run my sword through you, woman!"

"Lord Tyrion, command them to stand down," Rhaegar ordered.

"No, I'm not going to stand down! I'm going to fight!" Sandor roared.

Rhaegar looked to his Kingsguard, and they moved in perfect unification to stepping before the challengers and drawing their swords.

"This is going to be a mess," Aegon said. Mya had to agree.

While Daemon and Bronn hesitated in the face of the kingsguard, Sandor laughed at it and swung at Loras. The younger man did not expect such a vicious blow and therefore only managed a hasty defense. Loras stumbled to the floor from the force. Sandor grabbed him by the cloak and threw him across a table, plates, and goblets clattering to the floor. Bronn used his exclusiveness into dodging and parrying Jaime's strikes, knocking several people to the floor. The Lannister had a cool head on his shoulders as he pressed the Sellsword backward, careful to not slice any bystanders.

Mya frowned when she saw Daemon measuring Arthur. The dornishman grunted and charged at him with an overhead strike. Arthur easily met it with the flat of his blade. His greatsword sliced in an arc in the air. Daemon hastily backed away, but the tip of Arthur's valyrion sword caught his upper arm. It was only a light kiss, but blood was instantly pouring out. Daemon's scream was quenched by a hit on the back by Gerold Hightower's pommel.

They are foolish. They are fighting the kingsguard. Mya mentally scolded Jon's friends. Tyrion had a look of confliction on his face but did not join the battle. Gerris was still dead to the world. Jon Arryn and Renly Baratheon wanted to join but did not, knowing they were outnumbered. Their heirs were shifting on their feet, their hands toying with their sheathed swords, or in Edric's case, hammer.

"Stop this fighting, my friends!" Aegon pleaded, standing on his feet. None of them glanced at the prince. Aegon swerved his head to Jon. "Tell them to cease their fighting!" He repeated it louder when they saw Jamie kick Bronn in the chest. To the man's credit, Bronn splashed wine in the Lannister's eye. Jaime cried out and held his eyes, and Bronn slashed at his face. The man shouted in glee when blood seeped from Jaime's cheek.

"I did it! I'm the one who bled Jaime Lannister!" He shouted, sounding enormously proud amongst the battle.

"You sound very proud for a man that's about to die," Jaime growled back. Mya knew that the lion was not jesting. Bronn narrowed his eyes and gripped his sword two-handed, his body looking ready to launch in any direction. "Your dirty tricks won't save you, Sellsword."

"Bronn, put down your sword!" Jon turned to Sandor, who had Loras on guard with his savage but fast strikes. "You too, Sandor, stop that!" He turned to Daemon. "Stop fighting!" He said, despite Daemon being on his back looking up at Arthur and Gerold.

Bronn immediately put down his sword, looking utterly comforted. He sent a sly grin to Jaime who was scowling darkly at him.

Sandor was knocking Loras's sword from his hands when he stopped. "You sure about this, Snow?" His grin was disturbing to witness as he looked at Loras. "I was about to kill this fucker."

"Yes, and then you will be killed afterward," Jon deadpanned. He looked utterly calm in Oswell's and Barriston's hold. "Cannibal is coming." Mya couldn't tell if this was a bluff or a real threat.

But it worked either way, for people started to shout in fear.

"Do not be scared!" The red woman shouted. To Mya surprise, everyone stopped to listen to her. There was…power in the woman's voice. "For R'hllor, the lord of light is with us!"

"What is she doing here?" Rhaenys and Aegon asked as one.

"You're a Red Priestess," Jon said warily. "I saw one of your kind shouting nonsense in the night. What are you going to do? Are you going to burn me alive?"

The woman laughed. "No, I'm not going to burn you, sweet child. I only want your blood," She whispered.

Before Jon can reply, the woman grabbed Jon by the helm, lowered it, and sliced him across the neck. The Northmen shouted when Jon cried out in pain. The woman looked at her dagger and smiled.

"Keep hold of him," The woman told Oswell and Barriston, walking to the nearest iron brazier. "He will struggle when the time comes." What does she mean?

The two kingsguard nodded, eyeing her with obvious distrust and disdain.

"Who is this woman, Rhaegar?" Rhaella asked her son.

"Her name is Melisandre, a red priestess from the city of Asshai." Rhaegar tracked Melisandre with his eyes. "I sent for her."

"Tell me why, Rhaegar. What is she going to do with Snow's dragon?" Rhaella pleaded. "Our house might become extinct at any moment."

"You will see, mother," was the king's cryptic reply.

Melisandre watched the blood drip from the blade and into the iron brazier. Men and women jumped and exclaimed as sparks began to fly from the fire.

"Your blood is powerful, more so than what I have foreseen." Melisandre smiled at Jon. "Do you have something to hide?"

"No," Jon answered calmly.

Melisandre peered at him. "'Tis no matter then." She looked up at the king. "May I start your grace?"

The king nodded solemnly. "You may."

"Start what?!" Aegon asked in frustration. "Father, you are mad!"

Mya's skin crawled when Melisandre's necklace brightened. Her comrades started to slowly clap and chant. Mya couldn't make sense of what they said. It was ominous. Mya was certain this was not good.

The hall warmed considerably. Mya felt the sweat drip from her forehead, and she watched in fascination as the fires in the iron braziers reach new heights. This is not normal…

Mya snapped her head to Jon, for he was muttering weakly. He did not have the same strong posture. He looked drained. He was practically sagging in the kingsguard's hold.

"What is this woman doing?" Arianne demanded. "My king, they're using sorcery."

"I know this," Rhaegar replied calmly.

Rhaenys stood to her feet and shouted at her father, "You are hurting him! Make them stop!"

"What the lady said! Stop hurting my brother!" Arya put in, fresh tears in her grey eyes.

Rhaegar only shook his head. "This has to be done, my daughter," He said to Rhaenys.

"What you are doing is wrong, Rhaegar," Viserys snarled. Mya knew him to have respect for Jon Snow. His reaction was expected.

"You are not king, brother," Rhaegar retorted. "You don't understand what needs to be done. The king must deliver justice. I will not shy away from my duty."

"I'm not going to allow you to harm him anymore." Rhaenys ran down from the table. She was heading to where Jon was.

"Arthur!" Rhaegar called out.

"Yes, my king." Arthur raced forward and grabbed the princess by the waist. Rhaenys growled in rage and clawed at his eye. Arthur grimaced but then grabbed her by the hand and manhandles her on his broad shoulder. Mya watched as Rhaenys pounded her fists on Arthur's back as he walked back to the princess's seat.

Mya's attention went back to the red woman. What came out her mouth was inhuman and dark. Her necklace glowed to a harsh red that blinded everyone in the room. Mya brought her hand to her face to shield the light from her eyes. The loud chants coincided with Jon's screams.

Then everything fell silent. And the necklace glowed no more.

Mya and everyone else looked to the middle of the hall. Everything was the same…except for Jon Snow. He was on the floor, holding his helm and groaning. Oswell and Barriston stepped away warily.

"Is it done?" Rhaegar asked Melisandre, but his sad eyes were on Jon.

"Yes, my king." Melisandre curtsied deeply. "I did what you asked."

"What did the woman do?!"

"Have her head! This woman is a demon!"

"No more sorcery! No more sorcery!"

"She's going to burn us!"

"Is…is he in pain?" The queen asked hesitantly.

"He's not," Melisandre said instantly. "His body is just not used to the sense of the absence." What is she talking about?

"What did you do?" Jon asked gutturally. All eyes turned to him as he laid a hand on the table to pull himself up. His legs were shaking. "What the fuck did you just do!?" He shouted at the red woman.

Mya was confused and so was everybody else. There was nothing out of place. It seemed that the woman just somehow drained him, nothing else. But she was feeling scared by the sheer panic in Jon's voice.

"Why I just so happened to sever your connection to Cannibal," Melisandre said indifferently. "Your dragon has not a clue to what happened."

All air was punched out of Mya's chest. Is she actually saying…?

"That's impossible!" Robb Stark shouted so angrily his faced burned red. "He's a warg! He's a powerful one too. You…you just can't do this, woman!"

He's a warg?

"I can and I did," Melisandre said easily. "Wargs hold no power to the might of R'hllor."

"You stole my dragon…" Jon accused weakly, leaning against the table. "Give him back…"

"Oh, I didn't steal him," Melisandre responded. "And I shan't restore your connection to Cannibal unless my king demands it."

This…this is a turn of events. Mya thought as she looked at all of the wide-eyed stares in the hall. They underestimated the king, they all did. The king's planning reeked of cunningness and ambition. Songs will be sung of how the king outsmarted the dragon rider of the north. Can the king seize the dragon for himself if the red woman is willing?

"This isn't happening," Aegon whispered with his purple eyes wide.

"This is happening, nephew," Viserys whispered back, having the same wide-eyed stare. Tommen looked scared for Jon. "I've underestimated Rhaegar…" We all did…

"As a boy," The king began, "I've read tombs on how Shadowbinders have unnatural abilities. I had doubts this would work, but I'm now persuaded that my thinking was sound." He gazed down at the weakened Jon. "Not every dragon rider is invincible. Jon Snow, I bid you to choose the wall or be beheaded. I will not ask again." He didn't trust Jon from the start...this was a plan that was thought ahead of time.

"Fuck! I hate the Targaryens!" Great Jon roared. His band of northerners shouted in agreement. Robb wanted to say something. But Mya knew they could do nothing. They were all outnumbered.

"Don't listen to them, Jon! Walk out! Walk out!" Rhaenys shouted from Arthur's shoulder. Mya felt sorry for her.

"Jon Snow, speak," Rhaegar said softly. He coughed.

"Jon!" Tyrion shouted, finally standing up. "Tel-"

"I…I…demand a trial by combat…"

The great hall exploded in frenzy. They were shouts, and Mya was one of them. She didn't know if her shout was from happiness or from fear.

FoRcEd DrAmA! PoOrLy WrItTeN PlOt! In all seriousness, I expected the negative reviews. There are people saying that the stories quality is going down, there are others who say I don't know what I'm doing, and there are others who are just upset that they are not getting what they want. The surprising this is, that most of the negative feedback is about Jon giving the eggs away and the situation with Rhaegar. First, those eggs would not be a problem. Cannibal would shred them apart so quick that people would wonder if they existed anyway. And the situation with Rhaegar, well, you read about what happened.

I have to say thank you. Positive reviews and Negative make me stronger.

Anyhow, here comes the introduction of Melisandre. I always had the thought that she can do some cool shit, but we just didn't get to see it. She is going to have a major role in this story. Some might say that her severing Jon and Cannibal's connection is a reach but that might be because you haven't read about this happening before. I'm trying to make a story that is unique from other fanfics.

But I have to ask do you really think Melisandre severed the connection or do you call bullshit? Surely Cannibal would've reacted in some way...

Rhaegar is not stupid. He knows that Jon has a dangerous ass dragon, he knows the backlash of seizing Jon. He planned this...for moons in case if Jon gets out of control. He's acting like how a king should, by not giving someone more favor than the other. Nobody liked Darkstar but he was still a human. If you were king would you not give fair trials to the people you dont like? Oh boy you would be a horrible ruler. He gave Jon a fair trial and yeah...

And as you can see, Aegon is getting more and more frustrated with his father. Will something come out of this? I don't know. Will Melisandre be a problem? I don't know. Whom is Ashara going to name as her champion against Jon? I don't know. Is Jon going to win anyway? I don't know.

Leave a comment in the review. Let me know what you think. Have a great day!