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Chapter 5

Jon was held back by some lords who wanted to discuss the siblings. He promised the men he would talk about it on the meeting they'd have in the afternoon. He just had no idea what he would say.

When he finally managed to free himself from them, he heard that the four siblings were with Davos on the courtyard.

He could see Arya, Brienne –and curiously –Sansa there, watching a match. Podrick was also there and three of the four visitors were also watching. They were all dressed in the same clothes of the day before. Sansa would have to find them new ones.

He came closer and realized that Davos was facing Edmund, their swords locked in combat. Tormund –whom Jon hadn't seen before –was yelling encouragements in form of insults to the both.

Jon stopped close to his family. "Good morning." He murmured.

Arya just grumbled her answer, eyes fixed on the fight. Brienne –respectful as always –properly greeted her King.

"Good morning, Jon." Sansa murmured to him. He was relieved she'd finally taken to calling him Jon when there wasn't anyone around.

"Early start for everybody?" He asked, indicating the siblings with his head.

"I guess that nobody had a good night of sleep." She answered.

Jon's eyes went to the match once again. The young boy could really hold his own. His foot work was a bit different from what Jon had learned, like his fighting style was a bit different. It still proved efficient, though, when he disarmed Davos.

"I yield." The older man said in good humor, hands up.

Edmund bowed to him. "It was a pleasure sparring with you, my Lord."

Davos clapped a hand on his shoulder. "The pleasure was all mine, lad." He turned to the other. "Lord Peter, a round?"

"Would you mind if I had a turn with my sister first?" He indicated Susan with his head. "She's terrible at this."

"Why, thank you, Peter. You're so kind." She rolled her eyes.

Davos chuckled. "Have at it, children."

Susan huffed as she entered the courtyard and picked the sword from Edmund's hand. "I hate sword fighting."

"I am aware of that." Peter swung the sword he got from Davos experimentally. "And that's exactly why you need to practice. This sword is different from the one you're used to, it's heavier. Be careful."

"Give me a second." She asked, sticking the tip of the sword on the ground, before removing her jacket and throwing it to Lucy. She picked her sword again and swung it around a bit. "Let us start."

Jon observed as the siblings circled each other before Susan attacked and Peter parried her. She was wearing a billowing white shirt with some kind of blue corset on top of it, but every time she moved her arm, the collar of said shirt revealed more of her skin. It was… Distracting.

Jon wasn't happy that he noticed it.

"Susan, lift your arm or I'm going to cut it off!" Peter barked to his sister.

"With a blunt sword?" She snapped back.

Edmund snickered. "If Peter doesn't cool it, Sue is likely to run him with that sword. Blunt or not."

Lucy shook her head. "She's slow today and she hates swords. Peter is going to win soon."

"Care to make a wager?" Edmund asked.

"Yes." They shook hands.

Davos watched on amused, and almost missed the moment Peter tripped his sister, who went down hard. However, before he could make her yield, Susan rolled and kicked the back of his knee, making her brother fall.

Both pulled their swords at the same time, their tips stopping close to the other's belly. It was a draw.

"You're getting slow, brother." Susan smirked at her brother.

"Maybe you're getting better, sister." He smirked back at her, before rising and offering her a hand to do the same.

"Lord Peter." Jon stepped closer. "May I have the next turn with you?"

Peter arched a brow and Susan had to elbow him. "Of course, your Grace."

Susan passed by Jon and gave him the sword. "Peter normally leaves his left side open." She informed, before going to where her other siblings were.

"That one is a piece of work." Arya commented with Sansa.

"They can call the brother High King as much as they want." Sansa spoke. "She's obviously the one they follow."

Peter and Jon circled each other for a bit, before they finally started attacking.

"Is it me…" Lucy started slowly, "Or are they really fighting?"

Susan looked from her brother to the King. "Oh heavens." She huffed.

"Should we do something?" Lucy asked concerned.

"Why?" Edmund was completely unconcerned.

Jon hit Peter with the back of his hand, but the other man didn't go down.

"This is ridiculous." Susan decided. "Podrick."

The man turned so fast to Susan he almost fell to the ground. "My Lady?"

"I need a bucket of water." She told him. "Could you get me one?"

"Bucket of water?" He looked confused. "Sure, My Lady."

He ran off and quickly came back with the bucket. Good thing, because Peter had just hit the King that was housing them, and Susan was pretty sure there was blood now.

"Where should I take it, My Lady?" Podrick asked.

"Just give it to me." She smiled sweetly at him.

He looked beyond puzzled now, but still passed the bucket to her. Susan thanked him and marched to the courtyard.

And threw all the water at her brother and the King.

The cold water. While they were outside, surrounded by snow. It wasn't pleasant.

"SUSAN!" Peter bellowed.

"If the two of you are finished you the alpha male demonstration…" She said calmly, gently putting the bucket down. "We all have things to do. I imagine the King's time is precious."

Jon looked to Peter, just to find the other man already looking at him. The King wouldn't know how to explain what happened. This man, this supposed King, was a prideful, arrogant one, however Jon always prided himself on being reasonably level headed.

Apparently, he wasn't that level headed anymore.

"You're right, as usual." Peter gave his sister a winning smile. "I apologize, Your Grace."

"It's not necessary." Jon grumbled.

"Now, get me some arrows, Peter." Susan told her brother. "If you are lucky I won't use you as a target." She arched a brow at him.

Jon felt a smile tugging at his lips, but fought it. He nodded at the siblings and turned to leave the courtyard, only to find Lady Lucy talking to Ghost.

"Hello, sir. What's your name?"

Edmund elbowed his sister –they did that a lot to each other. "Wolves don't speak, Lucy." His voice was a bit strained.

She seemed confused for a moment, then she saw Jon. "Your Grace. Who is this?" She asked indicating Ghost.

Jon observed his wolf with a curious frown. He was obediently sitting in front of Lady Lucy, allowing her to pet him, in a way he never let anyone but the other Starks do. "This is Ghost. He's a friend."

"As he should be." Lucy smiled at him.

"My sister is very fond of animals, Your Grace." Edmund gave him a strained smile. "Often talks to them."

There was something there, but Jon just wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps Lady Lucy had some kind of gift that made possible for her to communicate with animals?

The sound of arrows hitting targets made Jon turn back to where Susan and Peter were still standing. She was firing arrows at the stationary targets so fast, that Jon took a moment to realize where the arrows came from.

She was holding them on her draw hand, and passing them to the arrow in a split second. He'd never seen someone shoot so fast. And it wasn't just fast: she was hitting bull's eye every single time.

"She doesn't miss." Jon murmured.

"Ever." Edmund agreed. "We always keep that in mind before disagreeing with her."

"Once she shot at a Lord from across a ballroom." Lucy informed excited. "He had a goblet to his mouth and it ended stuck to a column."

Jon arched a brow. "Good to know."

He was starting to wonder if he'd made a good choice when he let the Pevensies stay. He looked up to the sky; it was blue, clear and the weak Winter sun was shining for the first time in a week.

Perhaps there was something there.

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