Chapter 4: News

Jon POV

Outside, the sun was starting to rise, and Jon was lying on the bed in his room thinking about the conversation he had with Lord Aerys about marrying his daughter.

He told him that he would only marry her if she also agreed, because he did not want the girl to be forced into an unhappy marriage and that she did not approve. But Lord Aerys reassured him, that she was in agreement, and that she was eager to marry him.

Lord Aerys told him that his wife, Lady Rhaella, told him, that Daenerys had done nothing but talk about him, the morning after the coronation.

This lit a spark of hope in his heart that his marriage would be happy.

He fell in love with her from the first moment he saw her when she was carrying his crown.

Her Valyrian beauty was not comparable to anyone, those beautiful purple eyes, those curves that he couldn't wait to touch, and those beautiful lips that he couldn't wait to kiss, and feel them on his body, especially on one part... and that breasts...

"Damn Jon! Control yourself" he was starting to get hard thinking about her like that.

Jon heard someone knocking on his door." Come in!"

Looking towards the door, Jon saw his sister Arya enter.

"Hey, little wolf! Why are you up so early?"

"Ha! You should already be up and planning your next moves. You've been king for a few days and your enemies are already planning your downfall."

The enemies will always plot, there's time for that, and saw that Arya gave him a look "but that doesn't mean that I'm going to underestimate them" and gave her a reassuring smile.

"So you've met your future wife! How was she? "

Jon stood up, sitting next to his sister, and leaning his head on her shoulder.

"Oh, Arya!" he said sighing. "She was the most beautiful girl I had seen."

"You're in love cooked, big brother" She replied laughing and leaning her head on his.

"I think so, and I can't get her out of my head. Her face, her smile, and her body, Gods..."

"Wow, brother. Slow down, too much information," she said as she got out of bed and made him fall.

Jon laughed, holding his belly up. Stopping, he asked, "Anyway. How's the training with Arthur going? "

"I can beat your ass whenever you want!"

"Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Yes!" she snapped, in a playful way, and trowing toward him the pillow she had in hand.

"Speaking of more serious things. I've received some marriage proposals for you." She gave him a deadly look. Jon knew that this would make her angry. Arya wasn't that kind of girl. She preferred the adventures over the life of a lady, and her dream was to be a knight.

"I think you're speaking to the wrong sister. You should address these proposals to the fish bitch."

"Arya! She's your sister. And she's a wolf too. So is Bran."

"Sister. And she is a bitch like her mother. "

"Arya! Watch your language" Jon said, with an angry voice.

"Your kindness and your love for them will be the cause of your downfall, brother. Remember!" she said as she got up.

Approaching him and putting his hand on his face she said, "He may be young, but he's very ambitious. Don't let her kind ways fool you, brother. She is as smart as her mother and knows what to use against you. But as long as I'm there, their plan will not succeed."

And she left.

Jon sighed. Today will be a long day. He has to expose his plan for the north to the Small Council, but first, he has to talk to Robb.

Robb. He was his best friend since he was born.

Robb's father, Torrhen Snow, bastard son of Daeron Targaryen, a Wolfsguard and brother to Lord Jaeherys Targaryen, was one of his father's closest friend and died saving his life, in the battle against the ugly. In that battle died his aunt Lyanna, his uncle Brandon and his grandfather, the King. That was the greatest defeat.

Twenty years have passed since that defeat and now the wildlings are increasing in number and building a large army under the so-called King Beyond the Wall.

Torrhen was also in love with his aunt, Lyanna, but considering his status he couldn't marry her. And his last word to his father was the promise to take care of Robb.

But now he wonders who Robb mother was. His father never wanted to tell him, and Robb, being a newborn when she died, never knew her.

And now he's his most loyal and trusted friend. And he has also built a great friendship with Grey Worm, although he likes to tease him, because Grey Worm is too serious, and he hardly ever smiles.

He Sighed got ready. He did not want his servants to help him. He knew how to dress himself.

Outside he saw that Viserys and Dacey were waiting for him.

"Vis! Dacey! Good morning!" he greeted them.

"Good morning your grace"

"You can call me Jon. You may be my Wolfsguard but you are also my friends. And with you, Vis, we will soon become brothers-in-law."

He saw Viserys looking at him in a confused way. It seems that Lord Aerys has not yet told him.

"Is the Hand of the King back?"

"Yes your grace," Dacey replied.

Jon shakes his head smiling. They'll never call him "And Robb? Where is he?"

Jon saw that Dacey and Viserys had a look away, and Jon realized where he was. "With a woman, I don't doubt it. Let's go find him."

When he saw Robb he said, " Who was she, this time?"

"Who was who, your grace?"

"The woman that was with you last night?"

"I don't remember. They all locked the same?"

Jon chuckled." One day you'll need to settle and find a good wife."

"Maybe. But for now, I need some fun. But I heard rumors about you, my king."

Turning toward his Wolfsguard, Jon said "Go to the Council room and wait for me there. I'll come soon. " Then turning back to Robb he asked, "What did you hear?" He asked even if he knows, to what Robb was referring.

"That you are going to be married, to Lord Aerys daughter."

"So..."

"So?" Robb asked, "Are you marrying her?"

"I think so" Jon responded trying to sound annoyed, even if he couldn't stop his excitement to tell everyone. "Who told you?"

Your mother. But it doesn't matter. What matter is that you are going to marry her. Putting his hand on his face he added. "Old gods! Have you seen that woman?"

That made him smile "Of course I saw her. She was kneeling before me, at the coronation, and the next day we have spoken."

"She is the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on!" Robb said, "Oh what I would do to get my hands on her for one night!"

Jon hit him with a playful punch in the arm and grinned "Just a reminder, Robb, that the woman you are speaking may be my future wife."

He laughed "May be?" he asked, "You better do everything you can to get that girl!"

Jon smiled.

"I wonder if she's a virgin..."

"Robb!"

"Well. It's a reasonable question! After all, if she is you'll not need to fear of your inexperience. But from what I read and heard the Targaryen woman are very wild in bed. Poor Lord Aerys. Whit that beauti..."

"Robb!"

"What? I'm only telling the truth. But Anyway, you were searching for me."

"Yes. But I forget about what I wanted to talk to you."

Robb gives him a look.

"It's your fault. You began to talk about her, and her mother. Anyway, let's head toward the Council room. We had a lot to discuss."

When they arrived at the Council room, Jon saw that everyone had already gathered and started to discuss. When they saw him, they stood up and greeted him "My king!"

"My lords!" Sitting down Jon said, "As you know, now that our beloved king is dead, the enemies will believe that we have not weakened. So I intend to set out my plans for the future to you, and I hope you will support me. But first, there are news that I need to be made aware of?"

"Yes, your grace" by Lord Aerys "Maester Luwin."

"A raven has arrived from the black castle. Lord Commander Jeor Mormont left with three hundred men Beyond the wall, to deal with Mance Rayder. Almost all of them were slaughtered."

"What?"

"Yes your grace. But one has returned. And what he's seen is coming against us."

"What do you mean?" but the Master gave him the scroll to read.

To all the lords and Noble Men of Westeros

The Night's Watch implores you to heed our warnings. Winter is coming, but not as we have seen for hundreds of years past. Only one man has returned from North of the Wall, the only man left from my company of brothers with news of sights I never thought to report. The White Walkers have risen again, and they ride through the northern lands beyond the wall, taking our fallen and making them their own kind. An army of the dead marches toward the wall, hundreds, perhaps thousands, who can only be killed by fire. Prepare your defenses, my Lords. They are coming.

Aemon, Maester of the Night's Watch, Castle Black

After reading the message, he got goosebumps. The horror stories they told him as a child seem to be true.

"Lord Aerys, you think this news are true."

Aerys sighed. "Maester Aemon is of my family and the best man I know. If he says these stories are true then I believe him. And that is why we must prepare ourselves."

Jon put his hand on the face.

"Lord Umber. In what state is our army?"

"We currently have 50,000 men in total, including the Unsullied, your grace. But we can train many more."

Lord Umber was his Master of War, and he was a great commander.

"But who's to say they're really back? All the lords won't believe them until they see them," said Lord Manderly, the Mester of ships.

"My Lords. It doesn't matter if this news are true or not. There's still an army of wildlings marching towards the Wall. That' s why I'm going to start preparations to march an army of 5,000 men, to the North, under Robb Snow's command."

Everyone nodded.

"Lord Umber, can you join Robb's army?"

"Of course, Your Grace."

"Begin the preparations. After my wedding, the army will march towards the Wall."

"I think that's enough for today. Lord Aerys, I'd like to talk to you."

"Your Grace,"

After all the others had left, Jon said, "You know that if this news are true, no one from the south would help us. In fact, they're going to invade us, first and foremost the Riverlands."

"Yes, and she will take advantage of this to crown her son king and rule the greatest of kingdoms. We both know how ambitious she is and her daughter is no different."

"Exactly. I will be honest with you, Lord Aerys, for you are like a father to me, and I trust you very much. I'm afraid of what's coming up against us. I know, a king should be fearless, but I am. And I don't know if I can protect the North from his enemies."

It was strange to admit his fears and Jon even began to shake a bit, but Lord Aerys approached him and putting his hands on Jon's shoulders said, "Good. And the fear that makes you a great king. All men must be afraid, otherwise, we are just monsters. Remember, the Night's King. He was a warrior who knew no fear, and that was his downfall."

Jon nodded. Now he understood why his father made Lord Aerys Hand of the King. He had the right words at the right time.

"Don't worry about the south. No one is going to pas the Neck, and our fleet will prevent everything. You are young but remember. You are not alone, and soon you will have a good wife that will be at your side."

Jon smiled and asked, "How is your daughter?"

"Well, her mother had informed her, and she was eager. She can't wait to marry you."

Jon smile widely "Good, and hope she gave her approval for the marriage."

"Of course."

Then he left.

Daario POV

"Daario stood in one of the brothel rooms near The Dreadfort, with Ramsey Snow, Lord Bolton's bastard, and his greatest friend, and Soren, a throat cutter, loyal to Ramsey."

The two women who were with them last night were dead.

"It seems we exaggerated last night. Isn't that so Daario?

Daario laughed. "Yes, we may have exaggerated a bit with the games, but who cares? They're paid for it. They're whores."

And Ramsey and Soren laughed.

"Then how are things with the Targaryen whore. She's ready to open her legs."

"No."

"And you didn't insist!?"

"Not yet. There's time. But we have to get on with the plan."

"I've already made arrangements with the South for military support. I'll kill my brother and then my father." Taking a sip from his goblet, he added, "After we attack the king, and when I take the throne you will be my Hand."

"I hope you'll find me a worthy and wealthier wife once I'm a widower."

"Of course...my friend."

"About the Targaryen little whore, I think your plans are going to be destroyed," said Ramsey with his psychopathic smile.

"Why?" asked Daario.

"Because she is going to marry the Wolf King."

"How do you know?"

"Our spy at the castle told us... But don't worry about that. You'll still get his lands and his title when we take the North."

Daario laughed, "Well, I'm looking forward to it!"

"He wants to talk to you. He sent a crow." Ramsey gave it to him. "I think he's going to want to run away with you, so I suggest you choose your moves well."

"Don't worry. Now that she's marrying the king, it's no use to me, and especially since our plan is almost ready.

"Have you ever loved her?"

"No. I just wanted to fuck her. I lost two years trying. But considering that the brother trusts me, the years you spend there are well spent, and my father will have his revenge soon."

"I suggest you to break her heart, so she will be a terrible queen and wife," said Ramsey.

Dressing up, Daario said goodbye to his friends and went out of the brothel to go to the meeting with Daenerys.

Climbing up on the horse, he thought about last night. It was a really great night and his friends were really psychopaths. They had exaggerated with those two girls yesterday, but Ramsey likes dangerous games, and they found themselves in the wrong brothel at the wrong moment.

Once he got to the woods where they were supposed to meet, he saw that Daenerys was waiting for him.

"It's time to cut the ties and break some heart," he said to himself. "

Daenerys POV

Daenerys had just arrived at their usual meeting place in the woods near the lake.

She was still shaken by what her parents did, but had every intention of running away with Daario now.

Looking toward the direction he usually came from, she saw him coming, and she smiled.

When Daario got off the horse she immediately ran to meet him and kissed him on the lips, but saw that he didn't return it. It seemed strange to her, but she didn't care. She had to tell him what happened.

"Daario my parents have arranged my marriage with the king, but I do not love him and I do not want to marry him. I tried to get them to change their mind, but I couldn't."

"What do you want from me?" Daario asked in a cold voice.

"What do I want? But you didn't hear what I said. If we want to be together we need to run away from the North..."

"Run-away? And how will we survive?"

"We'll find a way. All that's needed is our love," Daenerys answered, hugging him.

Daario started laughing, moving away from her hug "Little stupid girl. Do you really think I was courting you because I was in love with you?"

"What? But I thought…"

"I never loved you. I just wanted to fuck you. But you always refused."

Daenerys felt his tears start to come down "But you always told me that you loved me, that you wanted to marry me and spend your whole life with me. How can you say that you don't love me after all this?

He took her face and said firmly looking her in the eyes, "I. Don't. Love. You. And I never loved you!" And he headed back to his horse.

She ran after him in tears, grabbing his arm, "Daario, please, don't leave me. I don't want to marry the King." But he shakes her off.

And getting on his horse he rode away.

"Daario" shouted in tears. "Daario, why are you leaving me," she added, falling to the ground, and hugging herself.

As she returned to the castle, Daenerys thought about what Daario told her, and how he broke her heart. That heart she gave him.

When she arrived in her room, she saw that Missande was cleaning her up, and turning around she said "Dae-" but stopped when she saw her.

Daenerys closed the door of the room and leaning against it, began to cry again. Missandei ran immediately to her and hugged her closely to console her.

"Why did Daario?" said Daenerys sobbing, " Why did you do this to me?"

"Shhh, my Lady." Drying her tears with her thumb, Missandei asked, "Do you want to tell me what has happened?"

After telling her all about it, Missandei took her hand, got out of bed and looked her in the eyes and said, "Daenerys, he doesn't deserve your tears. He's not a good person." she saw her taking a breath "Daenerys, I have to tell you something serious that he has ..."

"I don't care, Missandei. I love him and I don't want to hear anything else. But I know I can't have him, so go tell my mother that I accept."

"But..."

"Go!" Daenerys yelled, and Missandei quickly left.

Then Daenerys buried her face in the pillow and cried again.