Jon quickly saw to it that Warren was given new clothes, fed, and cared for. He planned to make Warren his squire-of-sorts, until he figured out what to do with the poor orphan.
The evening bell rang 6 times, signaling for all of the nobles to make their way to the Noble Dining Hall. Jon shrugged into a sapphire-blue mantle and knocked on the door connecting his rooms to the guest rooms, in which Warren was sleeping.
"Warren?" He poked his head in and saw the young boy standing in front of the mirror, admiring his off-white, satin tunic and crimson hose.
"Ready, Warren?" Jon asked with a smile.
Warren looked up, expression chary. "Yes, m'lord."`
Jon placed his hand on Warren's shoulder and steered him into the hallway, stopping by the Royal Suite doors where Thayet was waiting. She delicately rested her hand on Jon's free arm. The three of them made their way to the Dining Hall.
When they walked in, the courtiers started buzzing about the dark new boy that had accompanied the monarchs. Jon sat at the head of the Counsel table. Thayet sat on his right, and Warren, after a little coaxing slid into the chair on his left. Jon spent the rest of the meal instructing Warren proper manners at the table. He discovered that the boy was an attentive listener and possessed a keen intellect. Warren's proud hazel eyes showed understanding and willingness to learn, and he proved to be a quick-learner.
As they were getting up to leave, Jonathan asked Warren where he came from.
"South," the boy said bluntly. Jon stared at him, eyes searching. Warren smoothed his dark hair and looked down, his facial features shadowed.
"Where south, Warren?" Jon whispered.
"Th' desert." Warren looked like he wanted to say no more, but he kept talking. "My father was a baz-bazer, um, Bazhir man, and my mum came from up north, by Whitehorn castle. When I was little she said that she met my pa at a place called Persopolis. Now my ma is dead. I never met my pa."
"So you're Bazhir?" Jon said with interest. "Have you ever heard of the Voice of the Tribes?"
"My Ma mentioned it a couple times," the boy said warily.
"Alright." Jon chuckled. "Let's get you to bed."
(a/n: sorry, this chapter wasn't as good…but I wont write anymore till I get…10 reviews!)