Honor & Fealty chapter 14
298AC - Winterfell
As per Dacey and Alysane's instructions, Jon Snow had Ghost outside his room in front of the unlocked door.
No one argued the albino direwolf standing outside without restraint. On the other hand, most of the household were asleep in their chambers and the direwolf did nothing to threaten or harm anyone.
It helped that he was silent as his namesake suggested.
The footsteps were quiet and yet Ghost turned his head in their direction, casting his bright red gaze upon Dacey and Alysane Mormont as they marched Lyra in front of them towards Jon's chambers.
Alysane was married to Jeron for years. While he was alive and she was his wife, Alysane learned how to please Jeron and vice versa. That made Alysane ideal for teaching Lyra what she would have to do in order to make amends with Jon Snow.
Ghost looked up at Lyra with a hard look as if he were silently scolding her for what she did to his master. Kneeling down for what would not be the last time, Lyra spoke to Ghost. "I'm sorry, Ghost. I never meant to do that to Jon. Can you forgive me?"
Ghost gave Lyra a lick on the cheek before padding his paw against the door twice.
The door opened and there stood Jon Snow dressed in a loose white shirt and dark pants.
"Lyra." Jon said as he looked her over. She was wearing her bear cloak, which concealed her from the neck down.
"May I come in?" Lyra asked timidly. The usual gusto in her voice was not there.
"Of course." Jon opened the door wider and allowed her to enter his room. Alysane pulled Jon close and said, "Lyra knows what is required from her. She does not leave your room until she does it. Do not argue with me or with her. Understand?"
Though he had no idea what was being hinted at, Jon nodded just from the intense way Alysane spoke to him. The strength in her grip was both alarming and surprising. Alysane gave a hard look at both Jon and Lyra before she closed the door, leaving the two of them all alone together.
While Alysane and Ghost waited outside Jon's room, Dacey walked to Robb's room. She was met by Grey Wind, who stood in front of the door like an ever faithful guard.
"I have to speak with Robb." Dacey said to Grey Wind.
Grey Wind turned his head towards the door and growled. The door opened a moment later and out emerged Robb Stark. He was also dressed in a loose shirt and pants. "Lady Dacey. It's rather late for a talk."
"Not for the one we are about to have, Robb. May I enter?" Dacey asked.
"Of course." Robb said as he stood back to let Dacey in. "Bring Grey Wind in. This involves him as well."
Robb waved in Grey Wind, who padded into his room and sat between them.
"My sisters have spoken with Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon and Jon. Did they tell you what was discussed?" Dacey asked as she shed her cloak, catching Robb by surprise. He had seen her in a dress before but now that she wore garments that were better fitted on her body, Robb's attention was focused completely on Dacey Mormont, especially as the clothes made clear to him that she was a woman fully grown.
"Sansa mentioned what was talked about between her and Alysane in the godswood." Robb said while trying not to stare at Dacey's body for too long. "I could see her telling such tales to Arya, Bran, Rickon, Sarea and Beron but does she actually believe such tall tales?"
"Time and selective memory, the cornerstones of the Andals in the South, holds the blame in turning history into fables and tall tales." Dacey retorted. Though she was not as brutal in her prejudices, Dacey was not wrong about the Andals rewriting histories with their ideals.
Jon and Lyra stood apart from each other in silence. It was some time before she spoke up.
"I feel bad about what I did today. I took advantage of you. I never meant to do that to you, Jon."
"If you are speaking of the sparring bout between us, it is not the first time I wound up on the losing end. There have been many times when Robb had sent me to Maester Luwin bruised and bloodied after a sparring match."
"It's more than that." Lyra said as she told him about the twenty boys she humiliated and made subservient to sate her own desires. The further she went on, the more difficult it was for her to look him in the eye.. "You must think I'm a selfish cunt."
"Am I counted among those boys on Bear Island?"
"Not by a league." Lyra said resolutely. "I have harbored an affection for you that I never had for anyone else. Can you forgive me for being a cold blooded bitch?"
Jon took Lyra into his embrace, her arms wrapped tight across his back as she held onto him. "If it gives you peace of mind, I forgive you."
With her face buried in his shoulder, Lyra also had her body pressed against Jon. It was not tough to tell that he was getting hard. "Alysane told me you had to do something."
"Yes, I do, and it involves you." Lyra said as she shed the bear cloak, revealing her naked body to him before taking Jon's pants off. Sensing his arousal and embarrassment, Lyra smiled up at him. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Jon. It is clear to me that you are no 'boy' by any measure." Lyra said, blushing slightly at how big Jon's cock grew from his attraction to her.
In a reversal of roles, Jon had Lyra on her knees before him, his hands in her hair as she took his large member into her mouth slowly.
284 AC - Castle Black - The Wall
For a seven year old girl, it was a risk going up to the top of the Wall. In Dacey's arms, wrapped in warm furs, was little Jon Snow. She had not taken one step up onto the lift when she was quickly joined by her uncle, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont. One of the more respectful Black Brothers spotted her going towards the lift and called for the Lord Commander immediately.
"If you wish to go up to the top, you must tell me first. I will not have my hair grow white before its time out of worry for you, Dacey." Jeor said firmly.
"Forgive me, uncle. I just wanted to look at what is beyond the Wall." Dacey said as she held Jon close to her. This was not lost on Jeor, who smirked beneath his beard.
"The boy looks at peace in your arms. Have you ever wondered how he came to be?"
"I never wondered about it." Dacey replied. It did not matter to her what Jon's origins were. To her, he was an adorable, sweet boy who inspired her to be caring and protective. For Jeor, he was thankful that his upbringing kept his face from betraying what he felt when he looked at Jon Snow.
"One day, you will learn a hard lesson. You can either know true happiness with your heart or the truth in your mind. No one can have both."
Dacey frowned at the rough advice given to her by her uncle. "Is that how you survived out here on the Wall, uncle? Did your heart turn into a block of ice because the truth was more important than happiness?"
"On the Wall, emotion is the enemies of action and judgment." Jeor answered as the lift stopped at the top of the Wall. "Make no mistake about it, Dacey. It is a blessing that your heart has the capacity for love. For those who take the black, it is a blessing they are not afforded."
"Does that explain why Alliser Thorne looks like he sat on the wrong end of a spear?"
For the first time in a long time, Jeor leaned back, clutched his stomach in one hand and let out a laugh that echoed across the Wall. Dacey had to cover Jon's ears so he wouldn't end up crying.
"Gods be good, you have your mother's sense of humor, Dacey."
Jeor and Dacey walked together to the nearest post and looked out into the wilderness and vast lands beyond the Wall. The Haunted Forest lay there blanketed in snow and beyond it, where they could not see, was the Land of Always Winter.
"Uncle, why was the Wall built? Why is it so high and so wide? Is there more than just Wildlings out there that we have to look out for?"
Jeor sighed. "Have you heard your mother tell tales of battles long past?
Dacey nodded as she cradled Jon tenderly.
"Thousands of years ago, a darkness swept over the lands. With it came creatures of ice, decay and death. The First Men and the Children of the Forest came together to drive these creatures and all their forces back to the depths from which they came. Having seen the dangerous threat coming from the Land of Always Winter, Bran the Builder, with the aid of giants, the First Men as well as the Children, came together to erect this Wall; a construct of stone and ice interwoven with, if you can believe it, magic spells that would repel the Others and prevent their kind from crossing over into the realm."
Jeor held Dacey close to him as they looked out into the horizon.
"The days of peace were long and they made many people forget why we are here to begin with. When the threat became nothing more than Wildling raids, those noble and honorable recruits were replaced by criminals, runaways, outcasts, orphans, bastards and the dregs of society. What was once a noble calling is now an alternate form of punishment, a home for the forsaken and, for some, the one chance at redemption for a lifetime of terrible transgressions and debts unpaid."
"Are they coming back?" Dacey asked.
"If or when they do, I pray to the Gods that we are ready for them." Jeor said before leading Dacey back to the lift.
298AC - Winterfell
"Why would my father take Jon to the Wall when he was still an infant?" Robb asked.
"He wanted to keep Jon in his sight and under his care. It was only one year after Robert's Rebellion ended. Your mother and father were not exactly on good speaking terms." Dacey said. Technically, she was not lying. It was true enough.
"Why did you go with them to Castle Black?"
"I also wanted to see my uncle at Castle Black." Dacey answered.
Though it was a challenge for him not to stare, Robb found himself admiring Dacey Mormont's body. By the same note, Dacey had looked over Robb several times. More and more with each day, she saw that he was no longer a boy.
As such, Robb asked about what Alysane, Lyra, Jorelle and Lyanna had talked about with Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon and Jon. "What did your sister mean by being able to control our direwolves?"
"It is not about controlling your direwolves." Dacey said as she looked at Grey Wind for a moment before looking back to Robb. "It is about coming together and forming a bond between yourselves and them. The greater the bond becomes, the more you strengthen one another."
"How would it strengthen me?" Robb asked. Dacey approached him and placed a warm hand upon his chest.
"You will feel your heart and Grey Wind's beat in unison. His senses will be yours. The endurance, stamina and speed you will possess will exceed that of any man. When the bond is strong enough, you can enter his mind and body, thus you will be able to fight and move through him. There is one danger is possessing his body too long, Robb."
"What danger is there?" Robb said, trying to calm his heart from being in such close contact with Dacey as she looked him in the eye. "Your soul will abandon your body, you will die and be imprisoned within Grey Wind forever."
He was about to ask how she knew so much of this when the answer came to him immediately.
Dacey and her sisters had this ability and knew how to use it.
"Can you and your sisters do this?" Robb asked.
Dacey nodded. "My sisters and I are skinchangers who can enter into the mind of other creatures. For many years, my sisters and I have bonded with bears. As you can imagine, those bonds have led to us inheriting certain traits."
"What kind of traits?" Robb asked in both awe and fear.
Dacey pushed Robb gently against the wall and held him in place with one hand. When Robb tried to move away, he couldn't move anywhere.
"Strength beyond that of seven or eight men. That is what allows me to keep you in place with such ease. Your strength will improve though not to the extent of mine. Is your shirt made of thick wool?" Dacey asked.
Robb nodded. "I thought so." In a small feat of strength, Dacey grabbed his shirt and tore it asunder, leaving his torso exposed to her. "My senses are heightened to those possessed by bears as well. It's how I can sense your fear and your excitement." Looking at his bare chest and abdomen, Dacey smiled. She had never seen Robb without a shirt and it was further proof that he was not a boy anymore.
"Along with the physical endurance and stamina of a bear, I have inherited a bear's tendency of mauling their enemies. You saw it with your own eyes when I put a thrashing on Theon not long ago." Dacey said as she leaned closer, pressing her body against Robb's.
"I remember that." Robb said as he tried desperately to keep his voice from cracking. Dacey was so close to him that he was sure that she could feel his cock growing hard against her. "If you and your sisters have those abilities, how did the Blackfish beat Lyra in a fight?"
"She fought carelessly and her mind was not on the fight. The Blackfish knew how to get in Lyra's head. Despite what she possessed and for all her ability, Lyra still lost. Remember that." Dacey took a breath before stepping away from Robb, giving him space and freeing him from her grip.
Taking steady breaths to calm the thunderous beating of his heart, Robb continued listening to Dacey as she spoke to him.
"While I am here in Winterfell, I will train you, Jon, Sansa and Rickon to bond with your wolves while I'm training you. My sisters will train Arya and Bran on Bear Island. There is one thing you must do if this is to work."
"What is it?" Robb asked.
"You can not boast this to anyone. We may be in the North but there's no way to know for certain who else may be listening. Alysane, Lyra, Jorelle and Lyanna have all said the same thing to Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon and Jon. Make sure that they keep to that rule along with yourself."
Picking up her cloak, Dacey turned her back to Robb. "Can you help me with my cloak?"
Robb was glad she wasn't looking; his face would have turned more red than his dark auburn hair. Walking over to her, Robb put the cloak over Dacey's shoulders; the mere touch of her body under his hands was enough to make his heart pound like war drums.
Turning around to face Robb, Dacey caressed his face with her hands and kissed him. "Pleasant dreams, Robb Stark."
"And to you as well, Dacey Mormont." Robb whispered.
"Gods, Lyra. You are incredible." Jon said as he wrapped his furs around his waist and took Lyra onto his lap. "Who taught you to do that?"
"You have Alysane to thank for that." Lyra said as she rolled her hips against his groin playfully. "While they were married, Alysane kept Jeron very happy. She taught me to do that along with swallowing my pride."
"I think you swallowed more than your pride tonight." Jon quipped with a subtle grin.
"Since when did you become the Master of Japes in the North." Lyra said as she sat on Jon's lap, reveling in the feel of his hands on her body. As a way of leveling the playing field, Lyra turned and pressed her ass against Jon's groin. "I'm glad you have a sense of humor. I do too." Lyra said, licking her lips before leaning back and kissing Jon. "I love you, Jon, and it does not mean one jot to me that your name is Snow."
"I love you, Lyra Mormont, but do you really want to spend your life with a bastard with nothing to inherit?"
Lyra ran her fingers through Jon's hair gently. "A Mormont woman takes whoever she wants as her mate. Jeron had naught but the fishing nets, a boat, a harpoon and the calloused hands he had to hold them. Alysane still married him. That should tell you all you need to know about us Mormont women when it comes to love, Jon Snow."
"What if you have children? What will become of them?" Jon asked.
Alysane knocked on the door, interrupting their talk before Lyra could answer. "I wish you could stay a bit longer." Jon said sadly.
Lyra leaned in and kissed Jon lovingly. "Ride out to the Bay of Ice. Look out onto the waters. If you can find the nerve to swim out to me, you can make my greatest fantasy come true." Lyra said.
In a show of what could have been the nerve she spoke of, Jon pulled Lyra close and kissed her as if it were the last time, his hands fondling her teats as she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Alysane walked in and smiled wistfully at her naked sister straddling Jon's lap as they kissed. "This is not farewell. You two will see each other again." Alysane said as she took Lyra's cloak from the floor and wrapped her sister in it. "Jon, I have to take my sister now. Perhaps she'll find a nice way to greet you in the morrow."
Jon blushed from Alysane's suggestive tone. "I suppose I ought to thank you for 'disciplining' your sister so well."
"A mug of cold beer in the morning when I break fast would be a good start." Alysane said as she led Lyra out of Jon's room.
A/n: How was it? I took time to really think about how the Jon/Lyra and Robb/Dacey scenes could play out and this was what I could come up with. Also, the flashback underwent some changes in the writing process. I thought it best that Dacey and Jeor display the differences of life on the Wall and life away from the Wall.