Highgarden 295 AC.
Jon.
He was actually nervous as he sat on the bed facing her, he'd spent moons looking forward to this exact moment and thinking of what he'd say when he got here and now he was too nervous to speak. In the end, he felt the need, to begin with what turned out to be exactly the wrong thing, an apology.
"I'm sorry that the letter didn't arrive on time, I never meant to worry you, I hope you know that." he said as he looked into her eyes.
"Letter?" she asked confused.
"Aye, the letter explaining the mummery."
"Mummery, what mummery, Jon what are you talking about?" Margaery asked.
"The assassin, the mummery in Lannisport, I sent a letter explaining it, but something happened, the man's horse had an accident and so it arrived late."
He saw the change come over her then almost instantaneously, first it was anger, then hurt, and then anger again, unfortunately, it was that which Margaery led with.
"You performed a mummery, you faked an attack, have you any idea of how Sansa felt, of how I felt, I thought you dead Jon, I cried for you, had it not been for Fang, I'd have..I'd have."
"Margaery, I'm sorry, it was a mistake, an accident, had the rider arrived in time, had the letter gotten to you, I'm sorry."
"Sorry, do I really mean so little to you? Do you care so little about my feelings that you'd put me through so much worry, that you'd hurt me so?"
"Margaery please." he said his voice panicked as she got up from the bed.
"My heart was breaking Jon, I thought you gone from me and now I find out it was a mummery, an act, what am I to think? How am I know what's in my heart, what's in yours, when you would hurt me so?"
He realized now just how badly he'd messed up, just how much he'd hurt her, he'd tried and though Fang he had fixed it somewhat, but he'd hurt her badly and it made him feel terrible.
"You are all that's in my heart Margaery, you have been for as long as I can remember, ever since you left, you've been there, every day when I look at your favor I feel you there with me." he said touching the ribbon tied to his belt "When I look at the drawings I've done of you and when I close my eyes, you're who I see, you're all I see."
"Jon.."
"One day I'll be sitting on a throne, people will look to me and call me king, do you wish to know what I'll be looking at?" he said as he moved to her and took her hand in his.
"Aye." she said softly.
"My queen, you."
He heard the gasp, saw the tears in her eyes and then the smile as she looked at him, he reached out and wiped her eyes, his hand touching her cheek softly as he brushed them away.
"You are who I wish to be beside me, you are who I wish to be my queen, now and forever."
"Jon I.."
"Will you, will you be my queen?"
"Yes, yes, I will, of course I will."
She threw her arms around him and he felt his heart swell, he felt her head on his shoulder and her cheek against his. Turning his head he rested his forehead against her own, their eyes looking deep into each other's core, seeing each other truly for the first time. Who moved first he would be unable to tell, but the feel of her lips on his would stay with him for the rest of his life.
The kiss was soft, unknowing, neither of them sure what they were doing and yet it quickly seemed they found a rhythm, a pattern, and when they moved away from each other they were both breathless.
"Jon, I'm sorry, I didn't mean." she said her face flushed.
"I'm not." he said and she chuckled as she slapped his shoulder.
He took her hand and they walked back to the bed, sitting down even closer to each other and still holding hands. For a few moments, it was awkward, uncomfortable, both struggling for what to say before he turned and began to speak.
"I really am sorry Just Margaery, I never meant to cause you pain, I promise I'll never hurt you again."
"I'm sorry too, I know you didn't mean to, I was just.."
"I know." he said and she moved closers still leaning in and placing her head on his shoulder, he felt his arm go around her back, felt her move even closer and for the longest time they sat there like that, not speaking, just being together.
When he heard her yawn he chuckled loudly, forcing her to turn to look at him, before she too began to laugh.
"We should speak to your grandmother." he said when they finished and he saw the breath hitch in her throat.
"You mean to ask for my hand?" she said her eyes sparkling and her lopsided smile on her face.
"I'm a king, I mean to demand it." he said before laughing once again.
"Is this truly what you wish Just Jon?" she said almost nervously.
"It is Just Margaery." he said and she smiled once again.
They walked together through the halls, Arthur and Walder behind him and he felt more like a king than he had ever done before, all the choices, all the decisions, and all the plans, all of it felt somewhat detached to him. This, this felt real, which meant that by the time they reached Olenna's solar, he was once again the nervous boy he so rarely was these days. He felt Margaery's hand take his and they walked inside, Olenna sitting at her desk and looking even more menacing than usual.
"Grandmother, Jon wishes to speak to you, we both do."
"About what sweetling."
"About the future my lady, about our future." he said as he looked to Margaery.
Later as he walked to Jaime's rooms he was in a daze, Olenna had not only given her permission but she had been so happy about it that he thought he was in the wrong room, thought he was speaking to the wrong person. She had asked to speak to Margaery alone and so he had reluctantly agreed to speak to her later, finding it hard to actually walk away and leave her there.
When he reached Jaime's room he knocked and it was his lord himself who answered, he had much he needed to speak to him about, and since it concerned Arthur too he asked him to join them. The rooms they'd given Jaime were no doubt the best in Highgarden, and after looking in on Joanna and seeing she was asleep, he asked Dacey if she wished to join them too, feeling the need of her opinions also.
"What is it Jon?" Jaime said when they sat down.
"There are a few things my lord, but I'll get the most important of them out first. I've asked Lady Margaery to be my queen." he said and saw both the smile on Dacey's face and the one on Jaime's which while happy, were not surprised "You knew?"
"We suspected Jon, but we wished you to make your own choice, for you and Margaery to decide it for yourselves." Dacey said.
"So that's why Olenna, you agreed to the match didn't you?" he said and Jaime nodded.
"I'm sorry Jon, but it's always the price for alliances, we could see how you cared about one another and we hoped, but I'm sorry." Jaime said and he nodded.
"I think I knew too, I think I was just... I..thank you for allowing me to, for allowing us to." he said and Dacey reached over and grabbed him kneeling down to hug him in his seat.
"I'm so happy for you Jon, for the both of you." she said and he smiled at how genuine she was in how she said it.
"I thank you, there are other things though, things I was not aware of until we arrived. My uncle is coming, he's bringing my cousins with him, which means we have a problem." he said and it was Arthur who realized it first.
"Cregan?"
"Aye."
"I've told you, he's told you, Ashara too, he doesn't want it, Jon, it's not what he wishes for nor what Ashara or your uncle Brandon wished for." Arthur said.
"I know Arthur, but it's the fact of him, we can't hide him now, we need to tell my uncle, we need to speak to him and tell him the truth of things."
"He's right Arthur." Jaime said and Arthur nodded.
"I'll speak to Ashara, to Cregan, I'll see how they wish it to be done, don't tell him until we speak Jon, give me the time to speak to them both first."
"Of course, do you wish me there?"
"No, I'll do this, I'm sure they'll wish to speak to you after." Arthur said.
"Which brings me to the next part, Sansa, I need to tell her the truth of things."
"Are you sure Jon?" Dacey asked.
"The longer it goes without me telling her, the worse it'll be, she's also having wolf dreams."
"Wolf dreams?" Jaime asked.
"Before I learned what it was to be a warg, I would dream of Ghost, I would dream of being on a hunt, of seeing through his eyes. I couldn't control it and it only happened when I slept, but Sansa is having them too, I think they all are, I need to teach them, train them."
"When is your uncle arriving?" Arthur asked.
"The day after tomorrow I think."
Highgarden 295 AC.
Olenna.
Sitting in the hall at the feast that night she felt happier than she had in a long time, growing strong had never felt as good as it did right now. When Jon and Margaery came to her earlier that day she could never have imagined they would have realized their feelings that quickly. As she listened to them speak, as she heard Jon say he wished for Margaery to be his queen, as she heard her granddaughter say the same thing, she rejoiced.
While she had agreed with Genna and with the others too, a small part of her, the smallest flicker inside her doubted it. What if he decided he wished to marry another? What if he didn't wish to marry for an alliance, what if like Daeron his heart lay in another direction?. So while she had accepted it and while she believed, as they did, that Jon felt something for her granddaughter and she for him, she worried, only for today to prove it all for naught.
Her little rose had captured a king's heart completely and he hers and to know that not only was their alliance one built on mutual need but was also now one of the heart, Olenna could ask for nothing more. When they were done speaking she asked Margaery to stay, asked her to speak to her and Jon had almost seemed put out, she had smirked at that, only to find her granddaughter had felt the same.
"Really grandmother, could we have not spoken another time?" Margaery said and Olenna enjoyed seeing her granddaughter's thorns in full view.
"No my girl we could not, not after this silliness." she said and Margaery glowered at her.
"Jon and I are not silly." Margaery said her voice firm.
"No, you are not, which is why you cannot be seen to be holding hands, seen to be looking at each other with those eyes of yours."
"We weren't, we didn't." Margaery said as she looked to the floor.
"Oh my sweet little rose, I know how it feels to look at a boy that way. I only ask that you and Jon refrain from being so public with your affections, it is dangerous Margaery, dangerous for both of you."
"But you are pleased grandmother, you are pleased with the match?" Margaery said biting her lower lip.
"Does it please you sweetling?"
"It does grandmother, it pleases me greatly." Margaery said smiling.
"Then I am most pleased also." she said and Margaery ran behind the table to hug her tightly.
As she looked out on the feast she saw that while her words had been taken to heart by Margaery, the two children for they were children still, couldn't help the little looks they occasionally gave each other. Something which Alerie picked up on, both it and how she herself kept looking at both of them. She knew then she had no choice and would need to speak to her gooddaughter once again, this time telling her the truth.
Mace would need to wait a little longer and while telling Alerie was a risk, she would at least keep her oaf of a son from getting involved and doing something to ruin the most fortuitous match in House Tyrell's history. Which brought her to one of the other issues which she would need to speak to her son about, Oberyn Martell, and his invitation to the tourney.
"You're very quiet tonight my lady?" Jaime Lannister said from beside her a smirk on his face.
"You know damn well why I'm quiet, did you know?" she asked and though she wasn't upset, she found his smirk irritating.
"I did not, it solves a lot of potential issues though and proves some know better than we." he said surprising her as she had thought it his idea.
"It does, though with the stag coming it creates others."
"You think Robert may notice?"
"Ha, unless it's in a glass or falling out of a dress that man would notice nothing, it's the mockingbird I speak of."
"Littlefinger is no trouble, my lady, should he prove to be so, well, if a master of whisperers can fall, anyone can." he said and she had to give it to him, he did so with so much confidence she believed him.
"Why hasn't he?" she asked.
"Timing my lady, all things happen at the right time."
She found herself once again surprised at Jaime Lannister, be it him, his brother, Jon, or a combination of them all, for people who only came to the game years ago they were proving themselves adept at it. She reached forward and took a swallow of her wine, it was good to play with likeminded people, people who knew how to, the cost of failure was too high to play with those who did not.
She asked Alerie to join her before she retired for the night, her goodaughter only too happy to do so. As they sat in her solar she tried to decide where to begin, what to tell her, and couldn't come up with anything other than the full truth.
"Margaery and Jon Snow came to me today and told me they wish for a match." she said and Alerie raised her eyebrow which was far more preferable to what Mace would do if he were here, she thought and resisted the urge to chuckle.
"And?"
"I agreed, Jon Snow is not bastard Alerie, far from it. Jon Snow is the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Targaryen, he is a king and we mean to crown him."
She watched as her gooddaughter took in the news, Alerie was surprised, shocked, and then also not, in less than a moment her gooddaughter smiled and then nodded.
"You let them learn it for themselves didn't you, that's what you meant about not pushing them together, nor dissuading them from each other?".
"It was, Lord Jaime and I agreed to the match in return for our support, Lady Genna asked that I give them time to realize how they felt themselves. She rightly suggested that a match based on love would be far stronger than a match based on need. Seeing them together, I can honestly say I'm glad for it."
"As am I, she is happy, my daughter, she is happy?"
"You've seen her, speak to her Alerie, she'll tell you herself and you'll know it true."
"What of Mace?" she asked.
"Why do you think I'm speaking to you and not he?"
"You don't wish him to treat Jon a king."
"Jaehaerys." she said and Alerie smiled.
"Jaehaerys."
"Aye, I do not, he would give the game away and we are not ready yet, but we will be, the dragons grow bigger."
"That he is."
"No, Alerie, the dragons grow bigger."
"You can't mean?"
"I do, I've seen them myself, as has Margaery. They will be good together Alerie."
"They already are." Alerie said and Olenna nodded in agreement.
Highgarden 295 AC.
Sansa.
While Jon had tried to give each of them equal attention last night, it was really only after he had told Joy her night time story that he had been able to speak to her more. He told her he would help her with Fang and showed her with Ghost just what it could be like, she had sat and looked on in wonder when the white wolf had practically held a conversation with her.
As he left her to her room though what he said, how he said it made her feel nervous, seeing him so nervous was a surprise to her. Jon was perhaps the most confident person she knew, even more so than Margaery or Loras, Robb, or even Willas. He walked at times as if he was more than he was, lord's, knights, she had seen few who carried themselves as he did, never arrogantly, but always confidently.
So seeing him nervous preyed on her mind, it troubled her sleep and as she broke her fast she felt that Margaery was looking at her oddly. She walked with her friend to the quietest part of the gardens, the secluded area had a small bench and a covered pavilion so you could sit in the shade. Seeing Jon sitting there, seeing his guards around so no one could enter, seeing Ghost, she felt her own nerves rise.
"If you need to speak to me, I'll be right outside." Margaery said and she nodded before walking in to join her brother.
"It's beautiful here, are you happy little sister?" Jon said as she sat beside him.
"I am, very much so, this is, it's a dream Jon, a beautiful dream. Margaery, Willas, Garlan, Lady Alerie and Lord Mace and Lady Olenna, I've learned so much from them all, thank you for suggesting it to father."
"I only wished you to be happy, seeing you so means so much to me little sister." he said and though he smiled it was a sadder one than usual.
"Jon what is it, what's wrong?"
He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips kissing it and as she looked to him she swore she saw tears forming in his eyes.
"I have a secret to tell you, one I've kept from you, partly I did so because I didn't know what it meant to myself and partly I was afraid how you'd react."
"Jon you can tell me anything, you know I'd never…." she said before he interrupted her.
"I know that, I've never been worried about telling you because I feared you'd reveal it. I've been worried because of what it may mean to us, to our family."
"Jon, you're scaring me." she said as she shivered.
"I'm sorry little sister, I never meant that." he said as he embraced her holding her tight.
"Jon, please tell me."
"Before I returned to Winterfell, I found out who my mother was, who my father was." he said, and just as she was feeling joy about him knowing the first of those things, the second resonated with her.
"But father?."
"Is my uncle Sansa, not my father, my father was Rhaegar Targaryen, my mother Lyanna Targaryen."
"But Rhaegar, he, aunt Lyanna…I…you're not my brother." she said as her voice broke and she shook her head.
"I am your brother, I will always be your brother, blood doesn't define that, you are my little sister, no one can ever take that from us, no one but us."
She felt such a sense of relief hearing him say that, he thought her a little sister still, he was her big brother still, she shouted down the little voice in her head, the one which sounded like her mother's. "He's not your brother." it shouted and yet the louder one, the one she recognized as her own, shouted back, "He's my brother, always".
"Jon, I don't, I don't understand, Rhaegar, aunt Lyanna."
"They were married Sansa, they fell in love and they married," he handed her a letter and as she read it the battle she had with her tears was lost.
"Oh Jon, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
He held her tight then, let her sob and she felt his own tears fall, the wetness hitting her neck and as they rolled down her back she giggled.
"You're crying on me." she said.
"You started it little sister." he said back and hearing him call her that yet again, made almost everything feel alright.
"You're going for it aren't you?"
"I am, Sansa I have to, it's what they wished for me, it's, you've not seen the king, you soon will. Tell me after you've met him if you think I should not. If you say I'm wrong then I'll give it up, I'll not seek it. If you think he's who should sit the throne then I'll abandon my pursuit."
"You'd give it up, you can't, you're king, you can't give it up."
"If I thought I was putting my family in danger, if I thought I was causing them pain, I'd give it up. I wish for this Sansa, it's who I'm supposed to be, but family is more important and I've lost enough of it for one lifetime."
"You'd be a good king, a great one, I'd be so proud of you Jon, to see you crowned." she said and he chuckled.
"So you're not proud of me now?" he said a smirk on his face.
"You know I am." she said firmly.
"As I am of you."
"Why I've not done anything." she said as she shrugged.
"You don't see it, you don't see how you've grown, my fierce little sister is a wolf, a true wolf." he said and she felt the pride well deep inside of her.
They say there quietly for a few moments before she turned to him, eager to learn how he did what he did with Ghost.
"Will you teach me, to be a warg." she asked.
"Close your eyes." he said and she did as he asked.
"Look for Fang, picture her in your head, can you see her?"
"Aye."
"Imagine what she sees, what it feels like to be a wolf, can you see it, feel it?"
"Jon, I, no wait I feel something, it's like something at the back of my head."
"Reach for it, that's Fang, you'll see a door, if it's open walk inside."
"I see it, Jon I see it." she said excitedly.
"Bring her here." he said though she barely heard him.
The door was open, welcoming and when she walked through it she felt at home.
She left Dusk and began to move through the gardens, she was near, she was close and could almost feel her two-foot through the flowers, though the trees and the hedges. She saw the other one the pretty two-foot who smelt of flowers, the one her brother's two-foot was closest too, she licked her hand as she passed her, she passed the giant two-foot, the one like those from where mother and father had come from. She saw them then, the two-foot who belonged to her brother and her own two-foot the one who belonged to her, the one kissed by fire. She licked her hand and then she was gone but she felt happy, she felt happy because she knew she would return.
"Sansa, Sansa are you alright?"
"Jon, I did it, I did it." Sansa said as she opened her eyes.
"Aye, you did."
She reached out and rubbed Fang's head, she ran her fingers through the fur behind the ears and saw the wolf lean into her, she closed her eyes briefly and found the door still open and she smiled. Jon took her arm and they walked from the garden and met a nervous Margaery outside, her friend looked from Jon to her.
"Sansa?"
"Jon is my brother, nothing can ever change that." she said and both Margaery and her brother smiled, Jon, kissing her cheek.
"Nothing." he said as they headed back inside.
Highgarden 295 AC.
Oberyn Martell.
The had ridden up the Rose Road, the horses they brought with them far too numerous to take on a riverboat, meaning the journey took days longer than they had expected. It had been on the way that he had heard that the King and Queen were attending and each day he rode he felt his fury rise. He hadn't seen Robert Baratheon in two and ten years, he had no wish to see him now unless it was at the end of his spear.
Were it not for Jon he'd have turned around and gone back to Dorne, but he needed to see his nephew and with the Stag arriving he needed to provide a distraction. With him there Robert, his guards, would focus on him they'd worry about him. Robert would no doubt try and get under his skin, but for Jon, he'd allow it, something which irked his children.
"Surely you cannot mean for us to accept insults father?" Obara said angrily.
"We have a goal, a plan my children, we will see your cousin on the throne, see Rhaenix fly and destroy the Stag and the Falcon, but we are snakes, we lie in wait and sometimes we play weak. We choose when to strike, we do not allow others to choose for us."
"As you say father." Nymeria said.
"What of the Oaf of Highgarden?"
"Let him insult me all he wishes, I care not, so neither should you, Willas knows the truth and were it the other way round would you not feel as he does?"
"I would." Tyene said.
As he saw the keep come into view he hoped he could keep to his own words, they rode through Highgarden and into the labyrinth, finally coming to the main entrance and seeing the Tyrell's lined up. Willas smiled while his father scowled and Oberyn smiled back at his friend, glad to have learned that he knew of Jon and looking forward to picking his mind.
They dismounted and were welcomed how he expected, Mace was curt but polite, his wife less of the former and more of the latter. Willas welcomed him so friendly that Mace looked affronted by his own son, Ser Garlan was less so, but it was Lady Margaery who surprised him, the smile on her face a true one.
"Welcome to Highgarden my prince." the girl said and he nodded kissing her hand.
"I am honored to be here my lady."
"Lady Ellaria, you look stunning." Margaery said and was he not speaking to the girl's grandmother at the time then he'd have seen Mace almost fall over, though he did hear his snort.
"I look forward to seeing and learning more of your home my lady." he said to Olenna as she allowed him to kiss her hand.
"I'm sure there is much for us to learn, my prince."
The rooms they were taken too were no insult and he wondered if Mace had allowed them to have these or if Olenna had put her foot down, either way, it didn't matter, and no sooner were they in them then there was a knock on the door.
"It's good to see you uncle." Jon said and Oberyn embraced his nephew once he'd walked into the room.
"You too nephew."
"Aunt." he said as his paramour embraced his nephew even more warmly than he.
"Nephew, you look well, happy even?" Ellaria asked with a smirk.
"I am, I have some news for you both. I've agreed to a match with Lady Margaery." Jon said smiling and he caught the look on Ellaria's face which said told you so.
"You are happy with this match?." he asked and Jon nodded "Then I wish you both good fortune."
"Thank you uncle."
He had known the cost of Olenna's backing, known it would be a match and while he had also expected Doran to suggest one, seeing Arianne with Tyrion and given who Tyrion was, they would perhaps be getting a prince too. But more than that it was as Ellaria has said, they were a love match waiting to happen and so he was glad his nephew had come to the same conclusion.
"You heard that Robert is coming?" Jon said taking a seat.
"We heard, he and the queen."
"And Littlefinger." Jon said.
"We should remove him from the board nephew, I like it not that he breathes not after what he planned." Oberyn said.
"Nor do I, but we need him where he is. Richard is watching him and we have the knowledge of what he does to be used whenever we wish it so."
"What he does?" Ellaria asked.
"He is cuckolding Jon Arryn, we believe the boy to be his." Jon said and Oberyn smirked.
"You mean to inform Jon Arryn of this?" Ellaria asked.
"When the time is right, aye I do."
"I don't understand, why wait?" Ellaria asked and he looked to Jon who nodded.
"Because my love, imagine having to prepare your men for war and then finding out your closest friend was sleeping with your wife, your son was his and not yours, what does that do to you, to your standing?" he said and Ellaria nodded.
"To your allies." Jon added.
"The Tully's." Ellaria said.
"Aye, the Riverlands are already fractured, how do the Tully's react should this come out, should Jon Arryn remove his heir, accuse his wife of being unfaithful."
"Family, Duty, Honor." Oberyn said and Jon laughed.
"As if they've ever lived up to their words."
"How is Tyrion, nephew?" Ellaria asked.
"He is well, doing better at least, he has moments when it still hurts, still bothers him, but they are fewer, and he and Lygaron are getting closer."
"And my niece?" Oberyn asked.
"Growing, ever-growing, it's almost time uncle. I can hear her in my head, she wishes for us to fly."
"So soon?" Ellaria said shocked.
"My sister is remarkable, aunt."
Oberyn couldn't help but agree, though it also made him feel regretful, he wondered what it would have been like to see her now, to see her grown. What would Rhaenys look like now had the Stag and Falcon not played their games.
"Uncle?" Jon asked concernedly.
"What, oh don't mind me nephew."
"Uncle, what is it?"
"I was just thinking of Rhaenys, of how she'd look now, what she'd be like."
"She'd be glorious uncle, I, can help you with that, I've seen her, give me a day or so and I'll draw her for you, Aegon and Elia too."
"Jon you don't need to."
"I'd like to uncle."
They talked about the Maesters and about Illyrio, Jon told him Richard would arrive during the tourney and that before it was over he'd be fed up of feasts, which made both he and Ellaria laugh. After bidding them farewell, for now, Jon went off to speak to his cousins, knowing they'd be down on the sparring grounds and giving him and Ellaria some time to themselves.
"He looks well, he's grown a lot." Ellaria said.
"Too much, too soon, he's beginning to look more like his father."
"Noticeable so?" she asked worriedly.
"To those who knew him well yes, to others not so much. I worry about the Reach lords recognizing him."
"Would that not be a good thing?"
"Perhaps, perhaps I just worry too much." he said and she kissed his cheek before kissing his lips, her tongue forcing its way inside his mouth.
"The perhaps I should do something to remove your worries my love."
The feast that night was not as terrible as he had feared it may be, Mace didn't sit Ellaria at the High Table, but the one they gave them was not as insulting as it could have been. He laughed and japed with his children and over the course of the night, Jon, Margaery, Sansa, and Joy all came to sit at his table. He was surprised to hear Ned Stark was arriving on the morrow, but he looked forward to it all the same.
The king was still a few days away and so he would enjoy this time for now, he hoped he could keep his anger in check once the Stag and the Mockingbird were under the same roof as his nephew.
Highgarden 295 AC.
Robb.
He loved sailing, he had come to find that in his time in White Harbor he loved it, be it on the sea or even now on the river, he enjoyed the feel of a ship or boat traveling though the water. Wynafred even ribbed him about it, though he found he could soon distract her from that.
The first time they had kissed had been a moon or so ago, how it happened he knew not, only that he was most happy that it did. Since then they had kissed more than once and each time he had found that he had enjoyed it more. They had not done anything else, just feeling her lips against his was more than enough for now. Besides they would never seek to take advantage of the freedoms they were both allowed by doing something dishonorable.
When he had visited Pentos a couple of moons earlier, he had heard the sailors speak, heard them talk of a house they went to were ladies were available. He had known of the brothel in Wintertown, Theon had mentioned it to him more than once, but still knowing of it and hearing men speak of such a place was something quite different. Theon for all his bravado was a boy, these were men, so he knew now what it meant to lay with a lady and he had no wish to do so until he was wed.
Thinking on Theon brought up mixed feelings, he had been shocked when he heard of the escape, that he would do such a thing and yet the actions or lack of them by the crown made him wonder why he had not thought to do so earlier. Had their friendship meant so much to him? Was that why he stayed? Or was it simply that he was treated far better than he deserved?.
"I thought I'd find you out here." Wynafred said as she walked towards him.
"We'll be coming up on Highgarden soon, I thought I'd look at it."
"Something on your mind?"
"No."
"Hmm not sure I like that, you're supposed to be thinking of me Robb Stark." she pouted.
"I find when I think of you my lady, my mind keeps picturing your lips." he said and she leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the mouth.
"Really, call that a kiss." he japed and before she could kiss him properly he heard her father's voice.
"There it is, Highgarden." Wylis said and they both turned to look seeing it in the distance.
"It's beautiful." Wynafred said.
"Aye it is."
They rode from the docks to the keep and he was amazed by the sheer amount of color around, the flowers, the smells, all of it combined to assault the senses and he could see he wasn't the only one taking it all in. Wynafred and Wylla looked from one sight to the other, from the flowers to the fruit trees, from the pretty grasses to the crops, all with looks of amazement on their faces.
When they reached the castle he was surprised to see Lord Mace and his family outside, given how many lords had arrived already, and that Lord Wyman was while a major lord was not the most major here. But that soon gave way when he saw both his sister and brother standing with them, when he saw Grey Wind run to join in with Ghost and Fang's play.
"Lord Manderly, I welcome you to Highgarden." Lord Mace said.
"Lord Tyrell, I thank you for the invite." Lord Wyman said in return
"Ah, Lord Stark, I'm sure it's not I that you wish to speak to." Lord Mace said and he nodded as he moved down the line.
"It's good to see your brother." he heard Sansa say and before he could answer she had hugged him.
"Aye, you too Sansa."
"Robb."
"Jon."
The two said before they laughed and then hugged each other warmly.
"I'm glad you've come brother." Jon said.
"Aye, me too, I've been wanting to spar with you for an age."
"Learned some new tricks did you?" Jon asked and he just smirked.
He was shown to his room by Jon, Sansa, Loras who he had hugged just as warmly as he had his brother and sister and Lady Margaery, who was he had to admit a beauty. He was glad though that both Wylla and Wynafred were shown theirs too, as he had worried that they may while not be left out, would almost be forgotten about in his family reunion.
"Father is coming Robb, he's to arrive later today."
"For true?" he said excitedly.
"Aye, he Arya and Bran." Jon said.
"The whole pack, are the wolves coming too?" Robb asked.
"They are, Lya too."
He smiled at that, when he had gotten his father's letter telling him of the wolf it made it feel so right, that his father had his own, that they all had their own, something just screamed pack to him. However excited he was by his own arrival was now paling in comparison, soon he would see his whole family. Though almost as soon as he thought of it he felt guilty, wasn't his mother part of their family too.
She had written to him and he had written back, even if he didn't agree with what she said in her letters, she was still his mother and he loved her. He had agreed he would when possible go visit her, that he would travel to see her and his uncle in Riverrun and now being here he felt a little more guilty because of it.
"Are you well?" Jon asked as the girls spoke to each other behind him.
"I was thinking of my mother." he said sadly.
"I'm sorry Robb."
"Thank you Jon." he said before shaking the thoughts from his head "Father will be here and I can speak to him, when did you arrive?" he said changing the subject.
By the time he'd bathed and changed a servant had arrived to tell him his father's party had been spotted. He hurried after the man following him to the main doors and glad for his help. Gods only know what he'd have done without the man to follow, in his brief walk with Jon and Sansa earlier he had already felt lost, as he walked outside he saw Jon and Sansa playing with the wolves, Lady Margaery giggling beside them.
"Where are they?" he asked as he walked to them and noticed Grey Wind was once again playing with his brother and sister.
"Grandmother says they've just entered the town Lord Robb, they should be here within the hour.
"Thank you my lady." he said with a smile which she retuned before he looked to see both Jon and Sansa hadn't even turned at his presence "Do those two ever stop." he said with a chuckle.
"Careful Stark, there are more of us than there are of you." Jon said and he laughed.
"For now Jon, For now."
Highgarden 295 AC.
Ned.
Traveling on the Pinnacle ship was like nothing he'd ever expected, to think that Jon had designed this ship was something he could bearly comprehend. Just seeing Bear Island again, seeing what changes had been made to it, the docks, the new keep which was being built by the shore, the number of men working, all of it was incredible to him. To then see how much could be loaded on one of these ships and see how quickly they sailed, for the first few days he'd been speechless.
Maege had laughed at him when she saw him on deck, though she had admitted that she too had been taken aback by how well The She Bear sailed. With Maege going to the tourney Ser Jorah could not, but he had insisted his wife and babe did, they were her family and so reluctantly Lynesse had agreed. He was glad she seemed to get on with Elle, though that was nothing to how well Arya and Lyanna got along.
Never had he seen a girl so truly named as Lyanna Mormont, she epitomized the best of both her names, his sister's wildness, and fierceness, and the sheer doggedness of the Mormont's. It was clear that just like Arya was for him, Lyanna was her mother's favorite and he took to the girl immediately.
"They'll be good for each other, they're thick as thieves already." he said chuckling as he ate his dinner one night.
"Aye, my little bear doesn't laugh often, but look at her Ned, it's good to see her have fun."
"It is, I'd be tempted to let her go now, but I promised myself one more year."
"We'll wait for her, though I fear it'll be hard for them to part once we must."
All of them had been left astounded by Oldtown, to see the Hightower, the Citadel, and then to be feasted by Lynesse's family. But it was the ride to Highgarden that opened his eyes, not the fruits or the crops, nor the flowers, but simply how well maintained and how easy to travel the Rose Road was. While he disliked the heat, and while his children loved the freshness of the fruits available, he was working out the travel time and was amazed.
"We need to do something with our roads Maege, this the way this is, we should be able to travel this way."
"Aye, it'd make the trade easier, gods Ned why weren't we trading before?" she said and there was no recrimination in it, simply a question.
"I think we're too stubborn Maege, we don't see the benefits only the changes."
"The benefits are too big to ignore Ned, we can do so much more now because of them."
"Aye, and we will." he said as they stopped off for the night.
It took them two more days to reach Highgarden itself and while it was pretty enough he could see both himself and Maege much preferred their own keeps. Still, he smiled knowing that Sansa being here was right, that she'd have no doubt been happy. He'd find out for certain soon enough and he found himself looking forward to seeing his children again, Robb, Sansa, Jon, he'd see them all.
The Tyrell's were lined up outside and he looked to see if he could put faces to names, the large man must be Mace and the woman beside him his wife. The one with the cane was Willas and the other must be Garlan, Loras he saw and nodded to and the pretty girl beside him must be Margaery. He laughed though when he saw the wolves run, Lya slower but Nymeria, and Summer had seen their siblings, even the black one was here
"Look, father, There's Jon and Sansa and Robb." Arya said and he felt his heart race as he saw them all again.
He gave Arya and Bran a warning look, they had been told to present themselves like Starks and to behave and he hoped they would do so. As he walked over he tried to remember the names and for the briefest moment, he was lost.
"Lord Stark, welcome to Highgarden." Lord Mace said and he was relieved the name came to him.
"I thank you, Lord Tyrell, both for the invite and for my daughter, I am in your debt, my lord."
"Think nothing of it my lord." Mace said a large smile on his face as he introduced him to his wife.
"My lady, an honor."
"Lord Stark.
"May I present Lady Maege Mormont and Lady Jorelle Cerwyn my lord."
"My lady." Mace said to Maege who he knew was resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
"Lord Willas, my daughter writes of you often, my thanks to you for all you've done to make her feel so welcome my lord."
"It is I who should be thankful Lord Stark, Lady Sansa brightens up Highgarden with her presence. May I introduce my grandmother the Lady Olenna Tyrell."
"My lady, I've wished to meet you for quite some time."
"And I have you my lord, I looked forward to speaking to you soon."
"As do I, you, my lady.
"Ser Garlan."
"My lord."
"Lord Loras, it's good to see you again."
"You too lord Stark, may I present my sister Lady Margaery Tyrell."
"My lady I'm honored to meet you, Sansa has called you a true friend, and for that, you have my gratitude."
"As you do mine my lord, I am so happy to have my friend staying with me." Margery sad her smile beaming.
"Sansa." he said and she hugged him, propriety be damned and he heard Arya giggle.
"Father, I'm so happy you've come."
"Robb." he said and was embraced by his son.
"Father." his son stiffly said though warmly he was happy to hear.
"Jon."
"Lord Stark." and while it was formal, it was perhaps as friendly as he'd ever been greeted by Jon.
"Jon." he heard his daughter say excitedly.
"Look at you, the little wolf is growing up and will soon be as big as Ghost." Jon said and he laughed when he heard Arya mumble "Stupid." under her breath, the smile on her face belying her words.
"Can we spar?" Arya said.
"Really that's the first thing you say?" Jon chuckled.
"Aye, so can we?"
"Sure we can, what say you Bran, do you wish to spar?"
"Can we?" His son said excitedly and he shook his head, children.
Looking over his shoulder he saw the truth of it, Lya, Ghost, Grey Wind, Fang, Nymeria, Summer, not children these were wolves.
He was glad of the rest when he got to his rooms, glad his children had decided to get reacquainted and give him time to rest, though the knock on his door changed that idea. Opening it he found himself face to face with a ghost from the past. A specter from another time, he had faced and been lucky to walk away from a confrontation with this man once, hopefully he was here on friendlier terms now.
"Stark."
"Arthur."
He watched as the Sword of the Morning walked into his room, the man's hair was dyed and he had grown a beard but having known he was alive, having known he was with Jon, he had almost expected to see him.
"We need to talk Stark, about your nephew."
"Jon, has something happened."
"No, not Jon, you have another, Cregan, Ashara's son with Brandon."
"What?" he said his voice unsteady.
"You should sit, this may take a while." Arthur said and he did as he was bid.
"Your brother and my sister were in love, he and your father fought over this, it reached the point where your father threatened to strip him of his birthright if he reused to give her up, but you knew your brother, how do you think he reacted?" Arthur said.
"He refused, there was letter, from Hoster, he demanded the marriage go through."
"He did but by then it was too late, Brandon loved my sister, they planned to run away together and well you know the rest, but they lay together and eventually they married though by then it was beyond either of them to change the events."
"They married?"
"Ashara can tell you more, but they did, while your brother was a prisoner they married. They had already sworn their vows to each other in front of the Heart Tree and though she couldn't release him, he pressed her to bring him a septon, that's as much as I know."
"Wait, Ashara, she's alive?"
"She is, she and Cregan have been staying with me in Casterly Rock."
"Jon knows?" he said angrily
"He does, he wished to tell you himself, though I doubt he had planned to tell you here. But once he knew you were coming, he wished to speak to you. I decided to come to you first."
"Why? Why didn't he tell me?."
"How, a raven, a letter, this isn't something you just write down and send off, even knowing you'd be the only one that receives such a letter, you think that's him? You think he'd act that way?"
"No." he said shaking his head.
"No, he wanted to tell you himself, but this is not his tale to tell. My sister wishes to speak to you, she'd like you to meet your nephew, she'd like for his family to meet him."
"He is truly Brandon's son?"
"What are you suggesting?" Arthur said glaring at him.
"No, I didn't mean it that way, it was, I'm sorry, it's a shock. I have another nephew, a trueborn son of my brother, you know what this means?"
"It means nothing, he doesn't wish it, she doesn't wish it for him, it was never to be his."
"He is the rightful Lord of Winterfell."
"Talk to my sister Stark, it's not what he wants, you are Lord of Winterfell, just as your brother wished you to be." Arthur said and he decided to leave it be for now.
"Jon, how is he?"
"He's good Stark, there are things you need to speak to him on, your wife being one."
"My wife?"
"Speak to him, I'll arrange for you and Ashara to meet." Arthur said as he stood up.
As he walked to the door he saw him place a full helm on his face, with it he looked like just another guard and he hoped it would be enough to keep him from attention. Having him by Jon's side made him feel so much more relaxed about his nephew's safety, the man who tried to hurt Jon would need to pass by the Sword of the Morning, and he knew from experience there were few who could so do.
"Arthur, I'm glad you're alive."
"As am I Stark."
As he washed in the bath, as he readied himself for the feast, his mind kept going to his nephew, or in this case the nephew he hadn't known of. Was he a usurper just like Robert? Was he denying yet another nephew his birthright? Arthur said he didn't want it but was it just because of Jon he was saying that? He needed to speak to him, speak to his mother, gods Ashara was alive, Brandon had married her, had loved her, what had his father done?.
Nan had said that his father had known, Had his thirst for power and influence really taken that much of a hold on him? Had he dismissed the feelings of his children simply to save face? It seemed he had, and reading those letters, reading the journal had forced Ned to swear he would not be the same. Was he though? He felt her walk to his side, the wolf leaning into him, his hand in her fur, no he wasn't, he would not be, he was doing what was best for his children, he was doing what was best for Jon.
"Whatever he wishes I will do it too." he said and Lya licked his hand.
The feast was long and much different than the ones in the North, he was stunned to see Prince Oberyn here, even more so to see how Jon interacted with him, they were close, familial even. Jon laughing and joking with the prince's daughters, but seeing him with his own family was incredible, Sansa sat beside him with Lady Margaery sitting to his other side, a little blond girl and Arya both almost fighting to grab his attention.
When he saw him get up and take the little blond by the hand he wondered what it was that he was doing, where he was going.
"My daughter, Joy, it's time for her story." a man who could only be a Lannister said from a couple of seats down.
"Story?"
"Aye, every night without fail, even though she's getting too big for it. But ever since he met her, she's been like a sister to him and he the best brother she could ever wish for."
"My own daughters feel the same, Lord?"
"Gerion, Lord Stark, Gerion Lannister."
"Eddard." he said.
It was rare Ned laughed much, but hearing tales of the Yentures as Gerion said his daughter called them, of Jon and Joy both riding their horses, he was brought back to his own youth, to Benjen and Lyanna, where then it was Lyanna leading her brother around by the hand.
As he saw Jon come back into the room, as he saw him laugh with Arya and Lyanna who really should be in their own beds though he'd not deny them this, as he saw Sansa almost curl up when Jon made faces at her, he smiled. Robb, Loras, the large blond, all of them laughing and japing and then he saw him and he wondered how he'd missed him, the boy was Brandon's son of that there was no doubt.
He was sitting at the table and were it not for Jon grabbing their attention he had no doubt his children would be looking at their other cousin. He looked around the room and finally saw her, her hair was blond and she was older, but it was Ashara, and she was staring at him, he smiled hoping it was friendly and was glad to receive one in return. Before he could say anything though he saw Prince Oberyn and a beautiful woman standing in front of him.
"Lord Stark."
"Prince Oberyn."
"May I introduce you to my own paramour, Ellaria Sand."
"My lady, a pleasure." he said and was surprised at the smile that appeared on Oberyn's face.
"I would like to speak to you my lord when you have more time, we have much to discuss."
"We do?"
"We do, you have heard the King is arriving no?"
"I have." he said grimacing making Oberyn smile even more.
"I wish to thank you, Lord Stark, unlike the man who sits the throne you spoke up for my sister, for my niece and nephew, you spoke up for justice and honor, a trait you passed on to young Jon."
"You've met my son?"
"Jon and I have met many times, a remarkable boy, one any man would be proud to call kin."
"Or any woman." Ellaria said and as he tried to figure out the game they were playing Jon arrived evidently seeing them there.
"My prince, My lady."
"Ah Jon, we were just telling Lord Stark of our meetings, of how we would be proud to call you kin."
"You honor me, my prince, my lady. Lord Stark, may we have a word."
"Of course Jon, Prince Oberyn, Lady Ellaria."
"Lord Stark." the prince said and he watched as he placed his hand on Jon's shoulder almost protectively.
"I'm sorry my lord, we've not had a chance to catch up, there is much we must speak on."
"Indeed, perhaps we can meet on the morrow, does this place have a Godswood?"
"Aye, the Three Singer's, I'll come for you before we break our fast."
"Aye."
"It's good to see you Lord Stark." Jon said and he could see the eyes of the room on him.
"You too Jon."
A/N: As always thanks to all who've read and especially those who've reviewed. Up Next, Robert arrives and the Tourney begins, Ned meets with his Goodsister and nephew, Jon spends time with his family and a prince sets his sights on a rose.
Lady Ocatarina: So glad you liked the reactions, I try and keep them more real than dramatic when possible. That is the plan yes, the story is set around book canon and yes the dragons are in danger of being too big for the cave. He's completely oblivious and just happy he doesn't need to deal with her. Ashara and Arthur are attending the tourney.
It is one of mine too, I really wanted to do more with Quaithe/Shiera and so here she's more tied into things. The Dany/Hound is one of those things where even when I was writing it I was like, I don't know, but it kinda works lol. One of the things is and you saw it with Benjen/Ned, the anger they may feel against him is dissipated by time and him now supporting Jon.
Qul: Thank so much.
Paulies: I hope this makes you happy.
Jman: Shiera was using the glamour to hide as Quaithe but why she's how she is age wise is something different that will be explained. On Cat, its hard to be sympathetic when it's her own hate and attitude which has put her in the situation, but I can understand that you could feel sympathy for her, as for the tourney, we'll see.
Daryldixon: so glad you liked it.
SynBen: On Dagmar, technically there is no reason why you can stop an Iron Born ship from docking, you may not like them, but you can't tar them all with the same brush so to speak, The Iron Born attacks are classed by the Iron Born as pirates, though people know the truth, so it's almost a reluctant thing where you can't specifically kick out all Iron Born if you get me. On Kevan, I normally keep reactions to big events for the character's own pov, there is a Kevan Pov upcoming and in that we'll see his reaction. Satin and Brienne, know Jon to be highly thought of, highly skilled and somewhat secretive, Bronn knows there is far more to him than it seems, but none know the truth, not yet.
Gajeel: It won't be secrets so much, but there may be some danger.
Biohazard: Thanks so much, so glad you liked it.
Dunk: I wanted to show the Dany parts because we'll be focussing on the Highgarden bit for a while, Shiera will be a big help to her in a lot of ways. You're right the meeting won't be for some time, Dany will while not follow her Essos arc, meet some of the same people but in changed circumstances. Faegon and Dany will cross paths. The Tully's are banned from Highgarden so now, the BF is going though. Hope you liked the Stark part and the Jae/Marge here.
Galo: So glad you enjoyed it.
Caragor: Theon will in some ways earn his father's approval, the exaggeration of his escape and his escape itself mean he's arriving in better circumstances to Balon's eyes anyway. We'll see with Marwyn, it's important for him and Jon to meet and he has all the names so it allows for them to plan for the Maesters, he can always return to the Citadel too. I couldn't see this Jon not tell Sansa first and alone given their relationship, we'll see with Robb, as for Cregan we should see some of that next chapter. Yes Oberyn and Willas will speak.
Nana: Veremos la reacción de Cat tal vez antes de lo que pensamos. En el trono, estamos mirando alrededor de dos años más o menos, en cuanto a Tyrion / Arianne, ya veremos, ella lo visitará pronto. Cregan no tomará WF. En Ned, no puedo decir aún. Dany verá los Inmaculados, Missandei y los Dothrahki, aunque no será lo mismo que el show / libros. No creo que los Frey sean asesinados aquí. Dany, tengo una pareja en mente y ella tendrá que esperar para averiguar sobre Tyrion.
Dscot: Being set aside is not the same as an annulment, the legal line doesn't work that way, so Ned can send Cat away literally on a whim as Lord, but he can't legally annul the marriage, he can't remarry (at least in the eyes of the seven) so there's a difference, technically it's like the difference between a separation and a divorce. We'll see with Cregan, but he won't be lord of WF.
M: That's it exactly, the lines of succession are very clear and the only thing which can change them is a kings will.
Jacobgamble: Glad you liked it.
Spartan: I'll be showing more of Shiera's back-story later on, no the lord are not liking Edmure and Cat is putting out fires. The reunion will take place over a couple of chapters as we see the Starks interact.
Xand007: Thanks my friend, as you see Jon has his own plan for him, the one thing Jaime has in his favor is because she tried to kill Jon he knows exactly what she's capable of. Cat's actions in HG cause her banishment and this is going to grate and humiliate her, knowing that Ned and the children were there even more so.
Killerlima: I've jumped a year to get here, we may move quicker post the tourney, but I don't think I'll be jumping again, more perhaps that more time will be covered in a chapter.
Anarchichmind: I hated Sansa post season 8 and wanted to do something that would make me like her again. With the West I considered it but in the end he really has no competition, so unlike say the Bolton's, or Freys, there is no one to challenge the Lannisters, they're so tight and in canon when Tywin called they just came, so he may soon make some moves, but they're really not needed.
Lostindarkness; Thanks so much my friend, I'm still grateful for the pointers you gave me way back when.
Anja: So glad you enjoyed it.
Supremus: I get that, I think we actually spoke on Theon, if not I apologise, but we do have different views. Here his escape, his exaggeration of that escape, will both endear him a lot more to Balon than how he arrived in caon, so initially at least they'll be on a much better footing. In terms of where they go from here, we'll see, but while I like to mess with canon, or have something change an event in canon, logically you'd be right, Balon is more than likely going to do what he did.
Princeloki: Hope you liked this chapter then, we'll be seeing a different Jon/Marge in some ways from here on.
Bellaswan: Olenna is starting to tell Jon that as will Oberyn, Barristan will have his own big reunion coming and Brynden should arrive very soon.
Guest: I didn't wish to go the Ramsay line just yet, not sure if I will, but it'd be better later on should I go there, as for Theon it's much better I think to have him home, it allows for more.
Guest: I can be the same, the pairing can decide the story, the tone of it and so much of the character, it's why I was so keen to do a Jon/Marge as I'd not seen too many of them. With Cat I don't know if she can be redeemed, but we'll see.
Sk21: You came to the dilemma I came to some time ago, seeing her die is easy, it's expected almost, seeing her live to see the results of everything she brought onto herself is a worse punishment, I'm still not certain to her end fate, but she will be around for some time.
Aussie: really glad you liked it.
VfSnake; We will see Cregan meet Ned next.
Vwchick: Dany needs family too, so Shiera will help smooth out some of the rough edges that the Hound has made (not completely) and it allows her to think more too. Petyr would but he also owes his position to Jon A, so it's a fine line, so if he does he'll be more circumspect as Lysa can blow his house down. Think of it a little like how he was with Sansa in the show. Playing Lysa until she actually physically threatened the one he actually wanted.
Wololol: Thanks so much, really glad you liked it.
Jessicanightmarewolf: He did recognize him but he knows the truth now. She may very well name him Sandor, we'll see, I didn't want to go with the Dany is the antagonist to Jon or jealous with her so she needed to learn about him early. We'll see but Sam will be with Marwyn for a while. I do have plans for the other two eggs.
Battlemage; One of the things with Shiera is that the Quaithe persona, here at least was more than just a physical glamour, it hid her also. Sansa because of how Cat behaved in HG, because of what she heard her say, sees it differently, Jon wasn't in WF, so her resentment over her mother, if any would be directed at Ned, not Jon, we may see that come out during the tourney. As you see Ned knows now. Dany still has her own arc to follow, she will meet some of the same people she met in canon, though in a different way, so far in this story she's not actually been thinking of the throne either. On Cat, love the mental image, we may see her while not forget, almost temper herself for now. There will be a big meeting of all Jon's support.
Guest: He didn't mean to kill, more to protect Quentyn and if it came to it and they needed to then kill him, but not actually with orders to kill, he doesn't blame him, neither did Oberyn. Quentyn won't find Dany, not yet at least, he'll come back after missing her completely, but may return when they get a fix on her later. With Dany I don't know if that would work, but it's an interesting idea. Arianne won't be going to the Tourney, but she will be visiting CR soon.
Guest: With Joy it's not supposed to be actual baby talk, more it's a little game she plays, Jon indulges her more than most, but how she spoke then in the bit you quote is how she can speak, and obviously as she ages will be more how she does speak. But she plays a game where she pretends, she uses it to manipulate, to disarm, as she ages the little games will become more elaborate, but it's not supposed to be her switching/or me messing up, her pov a few chapters ago kinda shows it and we'll see it again in another pov of hers.
We'll see with the betrothal and if there is something you feel isn't right, please feel free to speak up about it, it does help me even if it's just to show me what isn't coming across right.
Alfire: Thanks so much, every Tuesday and Thursday I update.
Remi: It's such a hard time to go through personal issues, not that I think drink is crutch or anything, but not even being able to go out and have a beer, makes it even worse I imagine, hopefully there are no more clouds on the horizon.
We will see with Cat, she will make a discovery yes, but she is trying to save a sinking ship and while Edmure may listen, will he follow.
Theon is in a better position here than he was in canon, in relation to Balon as he looks as if he was an Iron Born so he may received some love.
Oh we'll see reactions to Joff, many reactions and yep no way Ned accepts a betrothal. Shiera is the one who'll change Dany a lot, though it's going to be almost weird family dynamic between her, Sandor and Dany.
Guest: Jon being the song of ice and fire, is suggested to be different than all those who came before him, that the others were able to push back the darkness, but never to end the fight, so like a cycle it always comes back. Dany is told that Jon isn't this generations hero, but the eternal hero, so unlike those who came before, he can bring the dawn and end it for good.
Creativo:Gato siendo la madrastra malvada mirando en el espejo jajaja. Como ven, tomaron el consejo de los lobos.
Ancient oak: Thanks so much, really glad you liked it.
Mrs,potter: So glad you liked it.
XanMerrick: Thanks my friend: I wondered would anyone pick up on that, I love parallels lol. With Dany and the Hound, the addition of Shiera both gives her a woman's influence and opens up a weird family dynamic: Sam is like the least expected spy ever lol. I wanted to keep Theon around and killing him off now just didn't do anything.
AJGranger: It's one of the things I've struggled with is the ages myself, each time I go they're too young I think back to the books and go, damn, like the things they were doing at the ages is just incredible. Robb leads an army at 14/15, Joff is king at 12, I mean it's crazy.
One of the things with inherited Lordships is the chance that you get a clueless idiot and whatever your house has achieved is in danger of being wasted. Olenna worries it with Mace, Tywin says it of his father, so Edmure is more the rule than the exception and Cat now has to deal with it.
Cat will learn of Cregan in a bit, as for the inheritance one of the things I've found a little funny is that some people are like Cregan should be lord and that whether he wants it or not doesn't matter, yet were fine with Jon saying "I Don't want it" lol.
Emilerowling: We'll see soon what Dany is planning, it'll be a little longer for Ghost to see his dad.
ArcturusBlack: So glad you're liking it, don't worry I wont, I promised I'll finish this and I will.
Sovietgod: I needed to bring all the characters here, so the first events are next, we'll see with Cersei.
Irish Hermit: Oh they will, Cat also has the shame of being set aside, so no matter they may be polite, they may accept her platitudes, there is that and the fact of Edmure himself and both are just too big as obstacles to overcome.
As you see Ned knows now, we'll see how that plays out.
With Dany, she may through the Red Priests have a way to contact Jae, we'll see, yep Robert did a piss poor job, what a surprise.
Ned and Robert will be ehmm interesting, we'll see but the betrothal will come up.
Theon though unlike canon did escape so he will at least initially be welcomed.
The BlindSanghell: Your more than welcome and I do ignore them, I find it funny they seem to hate the story, my writing, my plotting and my characterization yet have either just randomly commented on half a dozen chapters or read more than half a work they hate.
Guest: It could be fun if she did, I don't know other than one way how it may come up so we'll see. On the Guest, as you see in my reply above, I do.
Liza: Thanks so much my friend. That's the thing I don't think she's unintelligent and I think even politically Cat is astute, her problem for me is emotions, she lets them rule her actions, taking Tyrion/releasing Jaime were emotional acts, not logical/political ones, even imo her negotiation with Walder Frey was the same. Yet being against Theon being sent back to the Iron Islands and trying to negotiate with Renly, these were smart political acts, she even warns Robb about killing Karstark.
So if she's not emotional, she makes good decisions, but when she is she makes terrible ones, Jon brings out her emotions, so here we see her trying not to allow it.
Yes that's the BF's plan, we'll see him in the Tourney and he'll be paying attention to Jon.
Marwyn won't be staying with Jon, just going to him, he's going to be getting sent on somewhere else. The old lady was The Ghost of High Heart, Mya Rivers, Nan and Bloodraven's sister.
Theon will at least be happy for a while, we'll see what difference that makes to him, the betrothal I keep bringing up is the one Cat and Robert agreed to for Sansa, with Robert and Ned in the same place it's going to come up.
Sorry to hear that, hope it's nothing to serious and just a feeling of being down caused by the circumstances we're all stuck in at the moment, it's not the best time to feel down so you have my best wishes, stay safe my friend.
Arian Arch: So glad you've enjoyed it my friend. On Joff he's still a child of incest here Uncle/Niece, though I don't think the incest played any role in him whatsoever, I think he was simply a sadist who always got his way and so as he grew it became even more so, he needed to be given a proper upbringing but had a mother who over indulged him and a father who ignored him.
