Jon almost felt dizzy. What he just saw could change everything…

He was taking a break from his training in the courtyard when he saw a hooded silouhette quickly dispear in the bushes. He followed as soundlesly as he could through the corridors and halls and finally out of the castle. The young lord silently cursed the mud and its wet noises under his boots, the tought of going barefoot crossed his mind but the very idea of his feet all caked in mud was not an appeling one. He still managed to see the man -or a woman perhaps ?- release a raven with a tiny scroll fastned at its hoof. The mysterious shadow vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Thankfully, the young Lord had his slingshot at his belt. He knew that it was not much of a weapon, especially for a Lord's son but he always had been very fond on it. Robert always looked down at him when he used it… Some little voice in him said his brother was jealous of his aim, after all he never met anyone who could beat him, with a slingshot or a bow !

He aimed for the raven, held his breath, focused on his target and released the small stone which pierced the air. The raven fell on the lush grass, its hooves raised to the sky, like an invitation to read the message. Jon slowly unsealed the scroll with feverish hands, making sure the seal remained intact and eagerly began to read.

«Target close. Undetected. Mission continues.»

Jon read this short yet very important message over and over again. What was it about ? Who was the target mentionned in it ? His father ? Robert ? They were the only two important people at Storm's End : the liege lord and his heir. Dread came all over him. His first reflex was to keep the scroll but he realised he had to put it back on the raven and let it travel to its destination if he did not want to arise the addressee's suspicions. His father's and brother's safety depended on his discretion.

The young lord put back the seal as best as he could and let the raven fly to the plotting asshole it belonged to. Fear was devouring his guts, almost swalloing him whole. Someone wanted to hurt, more probably kill at least one of his family members, probably his father or elder borther…

What could he do ? He could try to speak to his father, to begin with. A misty hollow took place in his soul. Will he listen to him, the least noticable of all his children ? After all, Robert as the first-born any lord would be proud of, strong and crafty with any weapon. Arya's biggest flaws, her unruliness and wilderness were also the traits which made her unforgettable. And Davos, clever, bed-ridden Davos who could read into people like all those books he kept reading all day and night.
Who was he to compete with them ? They were all exeptional, even the bastard who knew water-dance and who spoke several foreign tongues.

So, Jon thought about keeping what he just found out for himself, just for a short time. He wanted to see how things would evolve, to make sure he would not make a fool of himself. For once, he had an opportunity to shine in his father's eyes and maybe to impress Robert, he could simply not let this opportunity slip from his grasp !

As he went back to the castle, he realised his new secret weighted on his shoulders and wondered how the spy managed to go through his daily life without letting anyone guess his true goal. The young lord decided to banish everything that happened from his memory as he washed himself before diner. He needed to find proof before he spoke to his father, so he would believe him.

Jon now saw the perks of being a quiet person, no one thought it was srange for him to stay silent through the entire meal. As he was withdrawing to his chambers for the evening, the young lord saw the Dornish singer Ser Hillin brought to the castle in the corridors. He was discussing with his lord father about the music he would play for the upcoming wedding of Blimau -a faithful servant Jon had knew his entire life- and the bastard's master -a gigantic silent smith always full of grime-.

Jon freezed as his gaze went on the singer's boots, caked in mud. Why would they be dirty ? The singer had to reason whatsoever to go out today !
Well, there could be one, if he had a raven to send, a raven Storm' End's lord should never learn about.

A disturbing feeling of lightness washed over him as he realised something else.

The target.

It was not his father, or Robert.

It was Yoren.

He now had another reason to keep quiet since if the spy succeded, his mother could go home, where she belonged.

With Yoren gone, everything would go back to normal.

And it was all Jon hoped for.

Right ?

Somewhere far beyond the wall

A rush of exictement travelled down his spine when Jon looked at his map. So many territories unknown of mankind, so many things to discover and understand.

He really understood Arya who let everyone and everything behind her to roam the unknown. Well, almost everyone since she took a bit of her lover along with her if the last letter from Sansa was to be believed.

Who could have guessed Arya would be the first -and so far- the only one of them to ever have a child ? Jon smiled tenderly at the memory of a seven years old Arya screaming at her mother she wanted to be a warrior, not a wive or a mother.

Jon wondered how the boy was, did he favoured his father or his mother ? Did he know about his mother's family ? And, more importantly, when will he head north ? Because he had to, he could not imagine Arya send her son to Westeros without telling him to meet his pack at some point.

A very harsh icy wind brought Jon back to the present. Adjusting his fur-lined hood, he tried to keep his desire to meet Arya's son, Yoren, deep into his heart as he went further into what mankind's songs called the Land of Always Winter.