Previously on POTG: Alessandra goes through a flashback of her love story with Viserys. Thorne finds out who they really are Nathalia reveals that White Walkers are rising. Jon and Nathalia made out on the dining area.
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Chapter 9: Knight in Shining Armor
*Nathalia*
By the time Nathalia reached the chamber she shared with Alessandra, she is trying to breathe through her continuous giggling. If Jon Snow thinks that I will act like an inexperienced maiden with his teasing, he's got another thing coming. Grabbing the pins from her unruly hair, she walks back to her bed, shaking her head to let her dark wavy hair flow. She is almost finished removing everything from her hair when a voice interrupted her.
"What might be the reason of such mood, sister?"
Nathalia places a hand on her chest in surprise, not expecting her friend to speak. Alessandra narrows her eyes amusedly at her reaction. Thalia blinks a few times before throwing her hands around her friend. "Ally, you're speaking again" Was her stupid observation.
Pulling away from her, Ally rolls her light eyes. "The gods sent me a dream in my grieving. My prayers have been heard. I'm sorry if I have neglected our duties for a few days"
"Shh shh no please do not say sorry. I am the one who should apologize" She holds Alessandra's cheek for a few silent seconds before turning around and sitting on her bed. A wave of guilt overwhelms her and she presses a shaking palm on her forehead. Any indication that she was happy was removed as she recounts their time in Essos "I saw a change in Viserys when he was with you. I just kept telling myself that, no matter how much he loves you, he got the wrong side of the coin and will turn into his father"
Ally senses the deep regret of her friend and kneels in front of her. "You weren't the reason why I left Viserys. I left him because of my own selfish intentions of keeping the gods' blessings. Do not blame yourself, Thalia"
"I feel like I did not give you much of a choice" She tells her honestly.
Alessandra shakes her head. "I was the one who did not give myself a choice. Do not blame yourself, Thalia, for I do not blame you"
Her dark eyes meet her friend's light ones. Nathalia smiles, feeling an unknown weight to be lifted off her shoulders. "You are a very good friend, Ally"
They throw their arms around each other before Alessandra's reply ruined the moment.
"I know" Ally winks and stands up, brushing the unseen dirt from her dress. "Now give me the details of your happiness" Nathalia is about to open her mouth but Ally silenced her with a raise of her hand. "No wait. Have you eaten supper? I am starving since I've been fasting for quite a while. Come on. Join me at the dining area?"
At the mention of the room, a deep blush overcomes Nathalia's already-rosy cheeks. Because of her…exercises…with Jon, she forgot that she has yet to take a sip of the broth she picked up.
"Thalia, are you alright? You seem a bit…heightened? Did something happen?" An intrigued look spreads on Alessandra's face. It pleases Nathalia that she is back to her old self. It killed her that Ally's cheerful and sassy self disappeared when they learned of Visery's death.
Quickly, she stands up. Her mood rose again after their talk. "I will tell you what happend when there's food in your deprived belly"
Nathalia wants to wipe that smirk off of Jon Snow's face as soon as she and Alessandra sat on their usual table. There are a few happy greetings from their friends before they all continued eating their food. She knows that he's silently watching her, begging for her attention. She tries her best to keep her eyes on her better tasting broth.
Enjoy it while it lasts...
Enjoy it while it lasts…
Enjoy it while it lasts…
Those were the words that roamed her mind when she let her body react with Jon's heated kisses. She had only meant for them to speak about the incident on top of the wall but he obviously had other ideas. Nathalia is no maiden. Having been alive for a few decades, she had to find a way to pass her time when there is no danger of war. She and a few female guardians in her coven—including Alessandra—have memorized the ingredients of the moon tea. It enabled them to continue practicing intercourse without the fear of having a bastard child in their belly. Although it is not frowned upon in their kingdom to have relationships with the people they are helping, they could not take any chances of being forced to return and care for the unborn child. The only thing that disappointed her people is the choice of a small amount of guardians to give up their blessings and stay on mortal ground.
Without realizing, she looked up and met the eyes of Jon Snow. He winks at her, causing catapults in her stomach. She hurriedly tries to finish her food, calming herself from her erotic desires.
Thinking about it, it scared Nathalia how she seems too affected by Jon. She found herself enjoying every moment they spent together. His laughs are the last thing that is replayed in her mind before she lulls herself to sleep. His ruggedly handsome looks grew manlier than when he arrived in Castle Black. While watching him train, Nathalia could only think of making love with him in the cold weather of the north and running her fingers over his bulging muscles. She knows that she has very little time to spend with him before he takes his vows. Thinking of him officially taking the black sent spikes in her heart. No no no Nathalia, you cannot do this to yourself. She shakes her head at such thoughts. Remember your duty to the realm. Come to think of it, she has yet to send a reply to Dany.
She stands up from her chair, earning confused glances from her friends. "I am not feeling well. I must return to my chambers" Was her excuse. She meets Alessandra's confused eyes. She lets chants a spell inside her head for the wind to whisper in her ear. With the short nod that Ally gave her, Thalia knew that she got the message—though she didn't miss the narrowed eyes telling her that she will have to spill about what happened to her.
She is about to leave when she hears a husky voice. "I will escort you"
She nods, saying nothing. She lets him lead, not missing the knowing glance that Alessandra gave her. The cold chilly air of the wall bites her skin, emitting a strong shiver to escape her. Her hands rub her own shoulders, creating some heat. The rubbing motion continued until they reach the entrance of her bedchamber.
They stare at each other awkwardly before Jon mutters a soft good night and bows his head.
Enjoy it while it lasts…
"Jon!" She calls, deciding that the letter to Dany would have to wait.
He turns around, his eyes filled with relief.
She laughs before opening her door. "Would you like to come in?"
He exhaled grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside. Her laughter immediately stops when she felt her back meet the door and his lips on hers.
She pulls away, out of breath. "Were you expecting this?"
He plants a chaste kiss on her mouth before sliding his expert tongue down on her neck. Her loud moans fill the room when he finds the weak spot between her neck and her shoulder. "Definitely"
Her hands fiddle with his coat, removing every piece of clothing that stood in the way of his sculpted chest. His jacket and tunic were thrown on the other side of the room, leaving Jon bare from the waist up. Nathalia eyes the sharp planes before placing chaste kisses downwards. As soon as she reaches the 'V' of his stomach, he hoists her in his arms, dropping her on the nearby bed. He straddles her and unlaces her dress from the front slowly. He doesn't kiss her this time and only stares at her using the dark eyes that matches her own. Nathalia swears that she could hear her own heart beating with anticipation. It's as if it's her fist time to go through such thing. Wanting to push him to the edge, she wets her lips with her tongue, grinning triumphantly when Jon's eyes grew darker with lust. The next thing she knew, he pulls her dress down, exposing her breasts. She breathing stopped when he takes one nipple in his mouth, nipping softly. He moves on to her other breast while he squeezes the other. His hands moves downwards her upper body and slips under her skirts. Nathalia releases a cry of pleasure when she felt his fingers inside her most intimate are.
Seven hells. She couldn't wait anymore. She pushes him off of her and shimmies out of her clothing, leaving her completely naked in front of him.
For a moment, Jon looks uncertain. "Are you sure?"
She pulls him back down and kisses him with passion. He is obviously thinking that he was taking her honor. He takes that as a yes and responds to her body's need. They continue kissing before his trousers finally fell on the ground. He positions himself inside of her, looking at her for confirmation. When she nods, he pushes himself into her. She cries in the soft pain and strong pleasure. Her cries turn into loud pants of his name when he fastens his pace. The pressure is building up inside of her and she wraps her legs around his waist, her hips meetings his as he goes deeper and deeper.
"JON!" She cries as she felt the orgasmic ending of making love.
He doesn't stop then, making his pace faster. By now, Nathalia's shouts fill the entire room—maybe even the whole Castle Black. Jon felt himself beginning to come. He shouts her name, their voices mixing in heaps of passion. He empties his seed inside of her before collapsing on top of her.
Both of them were breathing heavily, their faces flushed from their activity.
Nathalia suddenly laughs, realizing their mistake.
Jon raises his head from the softness of her breast, looking at her curiously.
Nathalia looks at him saucily. "We just fucked in Alessandra's bed"
*Jaime Lannister*
Jaime Lannister was storming away from the king's bedchambers when he heard a soft whimper from the gardens. He wants to ignore it but his damn curiosity begged him to look for the source. When he reached the clearing, he is not surprised to see his 'nephew' gripping his betrothed too harshly. By the amount of words that he could hear, Prince Joffrey was not pleased by the way Sansa Stark was staring at some of the Kingsguard. Jamie rolls his eyes in annoyance. Not wanting to hear from Ned Stark about the wrong treatment of his daughter, he walks over to them and places a large hand on the prince's shoulder. He amusedly watched as he turned around in rage but paled visibly when he saw that it was his Uncle Jaime. Of the few people that the boy feared, he is one of them.
"U—Uncle Jaime, w—why are you here? I thought that you were guarding father's door?" The little shit dared to question him.
Jaime smirked. "I got tired of hearing him fuck other women"
His smirk widens when he saw the disapproving look that the small wolf gave him. Even though he was saving her, she still had the nerve to glare at him.
He turns his attention back to Joffrey. "What were you doing to your betrothed?"
Joffrey removes his hands from her arms as if he's been burned. Jaime notes the sweat that dropped from his forehead, scared at what his dearest uncle would do to him. "I wasn't doing anything"
"Don't lie to me. I could see her bruises forming from a mile away" Jamie taunts and points a finger at him, annoyed. "If I see you lay a hand on Lady Stark again, prince or not, I will personally break those feminine hands of yours to make sure that she will never be touched by you again. Do you understand, Prince Joffrey?" He knows that Roberts has very little care for the boy and would only call him a pussy if he'll get his wrists broken.
Joffrey nods quickly, ordering his guards to follow him with a high-pitched voice before leaving Jaime with the young wolf.
"I was fine, Ser Jaime. You did not need to do that" She tells him, biting her lower lip anxiously.
He rolls his eyes at her words. It was obvious that Joffrey would have hurt her if he wasn't there to stop him. "Don't be dumb, young wolf. You needed saving"
He doesn't know what came over him and he offers his arm for her to take. She took it giddily. She's got the wrong idea of me. Maybe she thinks I'll always be there to save her. Like a fucking Knight in Shining Armor. They kept walking together, enjoying the cool breeze that came from the sea. Jaime almost forgot Robert's disgusting affairs and found himself relaxed for the first time in a long while. The blossoming trees and the soft sounds of the ocean made him reminisce the memories that he had as a child—when his father was still a cheerful man and Cercei wasn't the woman she is not.
He realizes that he got lost in his thoughts when he felt a squeeze on his shoulder and looks down at Sansa, watching the way the wind carried her hair. She is certainly going to be a beauty. She wore her house's dull colors but it made her bright hair and eyes more noticeable. He loves the innocence reflected in her soft blue eyes and wished that Cercei could once again have that youthful glow. He knew that it was never going to happen. King's Landing has changed them all.
"I know that you heard" The young wolf says, looking at him and catching him gazing at her.
He quickly looks away and nods at an acquaintance who passed by them. "What do you mean, young wolf?"
"Why Prince Joffrey was angry with me" She tells him.
He is surprised by her soft tone. She is learning to keep her true feelings inside. Somehow, it bothered him that she was also starting to change.
"He was right. I was staring" She admits, embarrassed at the truth.
He chuckles, quite amused by the fact that she was more fascinated by men old enough to be her father instead of a prince her age. "My my, Lady Sansa. Have you been wanton lately?"
He receives a strong slap in the arm for asking those words out in the open. "Do you really have to ask such things in public?"
He chuckles. "I can't help it. Your reactions are too amusing, my Lady" Jaime notices that she is staring at him for far too long. It was one of those looks that he constantly received when he was patrolling on the grounds. Jaime isn't blind. He knows that a population of women wants to get into his trousers. The only thing that's stopping him from taking advantage of that is his love for his twin. Experiencing the look from Sansa right now, it shocked him that it didn't bother him the slightest. It only gave him pleasure that a young girl could possibly want him like a woman.
"Lady Sansa" A chambermaid appeared behind them.
"Yes?"
"Your Septa asks for you"
"Tell her I will be there soon" Sansa orders. Jaime can see her running a house using that authorative voice of hers, no doubt getting it from her mother.
The woman bowed before retreating.
Jaime felt disappointed when she pulls her arm away from his and curtsies shortly. "I must go, Ser Jaime"
He took her hand and placed a kiss—longer than necessary—on her hand. "We shall do this again, sometime"
She nods. The deep blush that spread through her cheeks before she left reminded him that she was just a girl. That fact didn't stop him from gazing at her bottom the whole time that she was walking away.
I know that that was short but please bear with me. Classes are starting next week and I have college applications to go through. Wish me luck!
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UP NEXT: Nathalia and Alessandra help with the forgery of dragonglass. A letter arrives from King's Landing. Jaime and Sansa moments.