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Another dragon, another wolf, another stag

Chapter 10: Jocelyn

"Talking"

"Thinking"

(Location: Riverrun)

The first thought that came to her when Aegon stood up and shout out her brother's name was "He was supposed to have grown." When he was a child he had always done something like this, standing and loudly proclaiming something. It didn't matter what it was, he would declare it so everyone in the room could hear him. Seeing him do this now in front of the entirety of Riverrun and making them all fall silent shouldn't be surprising.

Her second thought was "Why is he calling for Jon?" That soon followed with "Oh gods, the training yard." She should have remembered about Prince Aegon was that when he was onto something, he did not let go of it until he was completely satisfied. In that aspect, he and his sister were the same.

Jon was sitting at one of the lower tables; surrounded by the boys she had seen him with at the yard. Another face that at the table was a surprise for her as it was the Imp, Tyrion Lannister. She had thought that he had been sitting at the Lannister table but the seat next to his niece was empty. He sat on the other side of the table across from Jon. He was looking at the prince now too.

"Your Highness?" asked her brother, barely looking up at the high table. It was like he was trying not to be disrespectful and not make eye contact at the same time.

"You owe me a spar."

"That's what he stood up for that?" Jocelyn thought to herself. He couldn't have sounded more childish then right now. She would have rolled her eyes at him if she hadn't been so focused on Jon. Rhaenys sat next to her and was doing the same.

He looked uncomfortable at being singled out like this. "Your Highness, I—"

"You owe me a spar, Jon Snow. We shall have it. I wish to test my sword against yours."

"Prince Aegon, I must refuse you."

"And why is that?" he asked, his voice challenging him.

"Well, for one thing, we seem to be at a feast," Tyrion Lannister remarked loudly for everyone to hear. "It is hardly the place for a sparring match, your Highness."

"On the contrary, my lord, it is the perfect place for a sparring match," he retorted. "We have an audience to watch and cheer us on. And it will give them some much needed entertainment for tonight has been a little lacking so far."

"Was that supposed to be a slight against Lord Tully?" The man didn't look embarrassed, more like he had heard a good jape. If anything, it was Lady Catelyn who didn't look too pleased by that remark.

"But you still haven't answered me, Jon Snow," Aegon continued, still staring down at her brother. "Why must you refuse me?"

He tried to answer him. "I am a—"

"Be silent. Your excuse of being a bastard will not stop this spar. I lift the law of striking the royal family and the sanction of bastards sparring against trueborn royals." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The doors opened and in came servants carrying training armor and tourney swords. They swept down the middle of the hall and came to a stop on opposite corners of the dance floor.

Jocelyn saw swords and the armor and realized something. "This wasn't spontaneous. He planned this." The old Aegon couldn't have done something like this. And now he could. He must've grown up some after all. But now the attention was on Jon.

He was looking at the armor and the swords. Even though there was a good distance between them, she could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted to take the sword and prove himself against Aegon. It was the same desire she had seen in the yard. But then his eyes looked up at the high table and the desire vanished. She knew why, she didn't have to even look. Lady Catelyn was staring him down, her eyes pinning him to the chair. It was a look she had used on them both when she thought either of them had done something wrong.

While she had always been defiant at the look, Jon could never keep eye contact with her. His eyes would always find something else to look at and tonight, it was the floor. "I am waiting, Jon Snow," Aegon said aloud.

All eyes were on her brother and waiting for his answer. But he didn't say anything, choosing to stare down at the floor. The hall began to get restless. One of the nobles, from the Westerlands or the Reach, she couldn't tell which, began banging his fist against his table. The rest of the hall followed his example with the cry of "Spar!" echoing in the air. They kept repeating the word with each thump of their fists.

But even though they kept thumping and shouting, Jon did not move. His friends were not thumping their fists but they were watching him just as intently. The banging continued, like drums echoing an endless base for a song. The shouting felt like voices trying to sing but only able to get one note. And Jon still did nothing.

It seemed that Aegon had enough. "If you will not answer for yourself, I will answer for us both." He stepped away from the table, walked around and then down to the closest servant and took the sword from him. "You will face, Jon Snow, here and now. There will be no argument." He snapped his fingers again. The doors to the hall closed with thunderous booms. If Jocelyn had to guess, she would say there were guards waiting outside the hall so they could prevent Jon from leaving.

It seemed that Jon reached that same conclusion. Amidst the renewed thumping and shouting, he stood up from his seat. Everyone fell silent just as he said, "As you say, your Highness." He walked quietly to the dance floor and took the other sword in hand.

Aegon's serious face broke out into a boyish grin. "Good man!"

"Princess, am I to take wages again?" Mya asked Rhaenys, leaning down beside to speak quietly in her ear. But it was still loud enough for Jocelyn and Daenerys, who sit on Rhaenys's other side, to hear it.

"No, Mya," the princess said to her. "There will be no need for that."

"Your cousins will be disappointed."

"You don't obey my cousins, you obey me. The next time they try to make you do something like that, take Nym's whip and strangle her with it. That should stave them off."

"Or make it worse," she remarked.

The princess gave her handmaiden a long look. "We both know that will not stop or bother you, Mya. You have a rage inside you, turn it on them and it will shut them up." At those words, the bastard of the Usurper flinched and looked at the Baratheon table. Renly was looking at the spectacle about to happen with interest as did Shireen but Stannis did not. He watched with a frown on his face. At that moment, Jocelyn realized that Mya wanted to be recognized by her uncle, not the ghost of her father.

The conversation over and done with, they turned their attention back to the hall. Aegon had Ser Mark and Ser Jaime helping him put on his armor while Jon had Robb and, surprisingly, Arya do the same to him. Everyone was watching with bated breath, the ones who had been at the yard that morning even more so. A quick lean of her head and a look to the side told her that while Lord Edmure was interested in what was about to happen, his lady sister wasn't. But there was nothing Lady Catelyn could do about it, so she sat in her chair and watched.

Once the armor had been put on properly for each of them, they stepped onto the dance floor proper and raised their swords to the ready. They wore no shields, something that Jocelyn put down to Aegon forgetting about it. They approached each other, Jon more hesitantly than the prince. That got her attention. "Why is he hesitant? The law has been uplifted. He can pound away at Aegon all he wants."

The prince struck first with an overhead blow. Jon blocked it and the blades rang mutely through the hall. The battle began in earnest, or at least for the prince. Watching her brother fight was concerning and it became more so as the fight went on. Jon barely attacked and when he did, it was weak. Aegon led the fight, pressing the attack relentlessly. His sword flashed in the torchlight of the hall, attacking at all sides. Jon defended and it was like it was all he could do. His sword nearly fell out of his hand after blocking a cut to his side.

This wasn't the dance of swords that she was expecting. "What's going on? Jon can do better than this." She had seen him spar in the training yard and he was certainly worthy of being the best sword in Winterfell. But now, he was wielding the sword in hand that it was his first time. She looked quickly to her side and saw that Rhaenys was watching the spar with an intent look but with a faint hint of disappointment.

That same look was on Robb's face but more evident and Arya just looked angry. Jon had this look of panicked concentration on his face as he blocked blow after blow but as she looked on, she saw that it was faked. In that moment she realized that he was faking his part of the spar. Every half stumble and almost trip was on purpose. Every weak thrust and cut he tried to give was not what he could give. Once she saw this, she knew that this spar was nothing but a farce.

It ended mercifully soon after she realized it. Aegon caught Jon in a sword lock and then swept his legs out from underneath him. He hit the ground with a breathy Whoof! When his back touched the ground, the hall erupted into applause. Everyone was congratulating the prince, some a lot more than the others. As the applauding continued, Jon got back up on his feet. He nodded once at Aegon. "A good match, your Highness," he said quietly.

"A good match my arse!" Jocelyn silently yelled. "You could've done better than that, Jon, and you know it!"

"That was rather disappointing," Rhaenys finally said, just loud enough for her and Daenerys to hear. "I would have thought the he would be better."

"I'm sure he has a reason," Daenerys said to her with a cheerful smile. Everyone was still clapping and praising the prince, the Dornish party most of all.

But Aegon was watching his opponent with a curious look. The curiosity didn't stop when Arya walked up to Jon and started hitting him in the side. The clapping turned into laughing at the sight of the little girl hitting the older boy, making him try to avoid her and end up going in circles. Jocelyn just felt embarrassed by association. "Ow! Ow! Arya stop!" Jon told her, still trying to avoid her punches.

"You stupid!" she shouted at him as she kept hitting him. "You were being stupid! We both know you could've beaten him. Why didn't you?!"

"Ow! I—ow! Would you stop—ow—hitting me!? Ow ow! Stop it, Arya!"

"You could've beaten him!" she repeated.

"Arya!" shouted Lady Catelyn. "Stop that at once! That is not proper behavior for a lady!" She must've looked at Robb because that was the moment he stepped forward and pulled his sister away. But he looked disappointedly at Jon.

If he noticed the look, he said nothing of it. He turned back to the servant he had taken the armor and sword from, his free hand already reaching to undo the knots. But then Aegon reached out and placed his sword on his shoulder, stopping him. "You lied to me, Jon Snow," he said with a dangerous growl. "I do not like being lied to. I was told that you were the best sword in Winterfell. I was hoping to spar against that person."

Jon was nervous. It showed as his face paled. "Your Highness," he began.

Aegon didn't give him a chance to say anything. He simply slid the sword further down. "You lied to me. That was not a good spar. It was a poor one. And now I hear from your sister that you should have beaten me." He pulled his sword away from the shoulder, making the padding scrape loudly in the hall, and held the point to the ground. "We will spar again, Jon Snow. This time, fight me seriously."

"…As you command, Prince Aegon." He turned around back around with his sword up. His eyes were different now. They didn't look panicked like they had before. Now they looked focused, focused on the prince. He took a few steps to widen the gap between them. Aegon did the same and the hall fell silent again. But when Aegon stepped forward to meet him, Jon stepped to the side. He continued to do that, stepping to the side until he was circling the prince.

"And it starts," Jocelyn silently declared, already knowing how it will end. Aegon followed his opponent, turning and turning and turning with him, staying in place as he did. When he tried to step too, Jon struck. He swung his sword in a sequence, a sequence that every boy learned when they started practicing swordplay. It was something that easy to read and to block, Jocelyn knew that from watching the Pack, her brothers, and Domeric practice in the yard.

The prince defended himself easily but Jon did not press the attack. He stepped back and circled again. Some of the people in the hall laughed and called him craven. "Fools," Jocelyn thought at their laughter. "He's not scared, he's stalking his prey." A wolf did not attack its prey head-on; it hunted relentless until it caught what it wanted.

Jon struck again and Aegon raised his sword to meet him. But he was caught off-guard when he found the sword coming from a different angle. He barely managed to fend off Jon's sword, which was held in his left rather than his right. Jon backed off a third time and began circling once more. This time, Aegon circled too, watching both him and the sword in his left hand. Jon saw his looks and moved the sword back to his right hand without any effort.

When the third clash, they both came towards one another to meet it. The hall was alive with the lightning song of the swords clashing against each other. Aegon was a skilled swordsmen, Jocelyn had seen that in the yard and here. He handled his sword with grace and skill that did not abandon him in this fight. He matched stroke for stroke, leading the dance of blades as best he could.

But for what skill, grace, or leading the dance that he had, Jon held it against him successfully and more than matched him. It was him that led the dance for the better part. He forced his opponent to uncertainly when he switched hands for his sword, sometimes in the midst of combat. He would back off and circle, always watching his opponent. When then prince tried attacking him, he deflected it and continued to circle. He would attack in his own time, not someone else's.

The people who had been laughing at her brother weren't laughing anymore. He had lasted longer than the others now. He met Aegon in another clash and led the fight, driving him back with his strikes and cuts. Both of them had looks of hard concentration with Jon baring his teeth in a small silent snarl. The blades came together and locked into one another. Instead of trying to push his strength against the prince, Jon took a half step back, just enough for Aegon to follow through and start to the ground. He disarmed the prince with a quick move and while the sword went into the air, he grabbed it with his free hand.

A chivalrous person would've handed the sword back and everyone in the hall had expected that to happen. But Jon attacked instead, showing that he was capable of wielding two swords in both hands too. He forced Aegon to back across the dance floor, swinging the swords with effortless coordination, keeping them in tandem while also keeping the points away from each other so they wouldn't tangle. The spar ended when he did the same thing prince did to him, kicking his feet out from under him, and then struck with both swords with a shout of finality, a primal kind of shout.

Many people gasped at the sight of him bringing the two swords down to stab the prince. But the swords only stabbed stone, on both sides of Prince Aegon's head. Jon held them there for a long moment as he stared at his beaten opponent. But when he looked up, the light of victory and excitement he had in his eyes vanished instantly. Jocelyn knew from how they disappeared that he had looked at Lady Catelyn. He stood to his full height and walked out of the hall, still wearing the padded armor. Jocelyn didn't think he knew it was still on. She also didn't think he saw the women staring at him as he left.

"How did he learn to move a sword like that?" Rhaenys asked her later under the covers of their shared bed. They weren't alone in the bed, sharing it with Elia Sand, the Red Viper's fifth bastard. Jocelyn would have thought that after the day she had had, the girl would've been afraid to leave her father's side or her mother's but she seemed to be fine. Mya also shared the bed and only spoke when spoken to.

Jocelyn shifted her weight until she was looking up at the canopy, a dark blue color that reminded her of the river next to the castle. She might think of it differently if she had been there to see what Theon had done. "Are you talking about Jon?" she asked.

"Of course," the princess replied. "I've hardly seen anyone be able to do that. To wield a sword equally in both hands is a skill!"

"Ser Rodrik calls it a talent that's rare, a gift from the gods." Jon had smiled that day, a true smile. Robb had been happy for him and so had their father, but Lady Catelyn had not. "He said that an experienced fighter might be able to train himself to wield two weapons, but Jon's skill is natural."

"It showed in the hall. By the gods, I didn't think that anyone would be able to best my brother, not even Loras Tyrell." There was admiration in her voice as she spoke of Jon, admiration and something else too, something more.

But in regards to the Knight of Flowers, she just snorted. "Hmph, if that pretty boy would spend less time showing off when sparring and more time actually trying to win, he might be a challenge to Jon."

"Pretty boy?" repeated Rhaenys with a giggle. "I doubt he would ever hear those words like that."

"He should. It would get him off his high horse. Just because Aegon praised him as the one who lasted the longest against, he thinks the greatest warrior to walk Westeros since my uncle."

"Hmm, what do you think, Mya?" she asked her handmaiden, turning her head to look at her.

Mya was silent for a moment, looking up at the canopy too. "In Ser Loras's defense, before tonight no one has ever defeated the prince in the test of arms," she finally answered.

"That should not be an excuse," Jocelyn said to the other bastard. "I wonder if they ever truly fought hard against Aegon or if they just let him win."

"They haven't. Aegon insists on it every time he takes to the yard."

Her eyes narrowed in slight suspicion at that comment. "And how do you know that?"

"He usually tries to train in the yard whenever I'm there too." There was barely enough light in the room to make out her calm expression. "Every time he takes to the field with an opponent, he always asks them to not hold back."

"Wait, go back. Aegon takes to the yard when you're there?"

"Yes." She did not sound proud or embarrassed by her answer. If anything, she sounded annoyed.

"I thought that he detested you, loathed your very being." She could still remember the days when they were little and Aegon would hound her, teasing her, calling her horrible things, most of all would be "Usurper's bastard." Mya had cried the first few times but did nothing about it. Later, she wouldn't even show him her tears.

"He used too."

"What happened?"

"I haven't the faintest idea. One day he hated me, the next he wanted me."

"Mya, you know how it happened," Rhaenys remarked to her handmaiden. "It's also where you got your bracer."

Jocelyn had seen the bracer and wondered about it. It had not been there when she had gone north. "How did you get it?" she asked, eyeing it. She had first thought it had been made of weirwood but it had been too dark when she got a proper look. Mya hadn't taken it off when she had gotten in the bed.

"When my lord uncle Renly took his coming-of-age ritual where he would hunt a stag and kill it himself, the king insisted that he would not go alone and thus made a hunting party of it. Lord Stannis did not approve as the ritual is supposed to be alone, but there was nothing he could about it. The entire royal family joined in the hunt in the Kingswood and Prince Aegon decided to ride belong side me and continue his harassment.

"When it came time for the actual hunt, the children were left behind. The prince kept up his teasing of me and I did nothing to antagonize him. He took that to further torment me and began to boast too about how he would take down a stag himself when he came of age. I pointed out that he wasn't a Baratheon so it would be pointless. He retorted that since I wasn't one either, I couldn't either. I said nothing about it, already knowing to be true.

"He became angrier and stomped away. I now know that he had gone to try get that stag. He found it and it had him back up against a tree. That's how I found him when he screamed. When it charged, I stood in its path."

"That could've killed you," Jocelyn said in protest.

"It should've," she agreed. "But somehow, I was able to stop its charge, although it still managed to gore me in the side. And somehow, I broke off the stabbing antler, pulling it out of me. The rest is a blur, until I woke up in the Red Keep with poultice in my wound. They tell me that I held the stag with one hand and beat it to death with the other, holding the antler."

"Did you?"

"I don't know. I just think they were lying. It doesn't matter in the end."

"That still doesn't explain your bracer," she pointed out to her fellow bastard.

"It was made from the antler. It was a gift from my uncle." She answered it so simply that Jocelyn found she could not argue it.

Elia made a loud bored sound out of her nose from the other side of the bed. "Are you bored, coz?" the princess asked her. She didn't sound irritated, more like amused.

"I've heard this explanation before," Elia Sand replied, "So many times that I've gotten bored of it. I wish to talk about more interesting things."

"Oh, like what?"

"Theon Greyjoy," she said with a pretty little blush on her cheeks.

Jocelyn saw that look and was torn between laughing her head off and just staring at her in shock. She knew that look. She knew that look well, having been teased about having it herself when it came to Domeric Bolton. "Oh gods, you're falling in love with Theon?" she asked.

"He certainly has the body of a god, especially when he is wet from the river," the girl said with very naked longing. "I don't think I had ever seen such a man before."

Jocelyn looked at Rhaenys with concern in her eyes and saw the same. No one cared for the ironmen even before their stupid little rebellion and now here Elia was proclaiming to be in love with one, with Theon of all people! Jocelyn knew what Theon was like, the Sand Snake didn't. This had to be stopped before it could begin. "Elia," she started to say.

"You've lived with him," she said, stopping her before she could start. "Tell me about him."

"Elia, I know that he saved you at the river," Rhaenys told her. "But remember he's from the Iron Islands and—"

"I know where he's from, Rhae," she said impatiently. "I know he's an ironman but perhaps you all judge him too harshly for something he didn't do."

"Elia, we saw Sarella go over to the table he was sitting at. She left angrily."

"I know that, I watched her come back muttering about ignorant and stupid ironscum. He refused her offer to come sit at our table."

"And you still think you're in love with him when he dismissed your own sister like that?" Jocelyn asked her.

She actually looked insulted for Theon. "Father made a wrong choice, sending Sarella over to him. She had been rude to him this morning and continued to be rude when talking to him. She wasn't the right choice."

"What would've been the right choice? You?" she asked.

Elia would have said something, if Mya didn't speak first. "I do not believe that Elia said she was in love with Theon, only that he had the body of a god when wet and wanted to know about him," she remarked. "Perhaps if you give her some details, she will be satisfied."

"Is she being deliberately stupid?" Jocelyn asked herself. They were trying to convince Elia to stop this and Mya was encouraging it. Well, if that was what she was going to suggest, then she would do it. She would give Elia what it was like to live with Theon fucking Greyjoy. "You're not his type," she told her instantly.

"I beg your pardon?" Elia asked, sounding confused. It was an act, she knew that.

"You aren't the kind of woman Theon prefers. He likes his women buxom, wide-hipped, and who know what they're doing."

"Doing?" she repeated, confused again. This time, it didn't sound like an act.

"Fucking, Elia. Theon goes to whores. You really think that he would give you a second look with a body like yours?" She knew what lay beneath the armor and leggings the bastard liked to parade around. There was barely anything there to start with.

"I'm still growing!" Elia protested.

"That doesn't change the fact you have the body of a child and Theon has always wanted a woman's body." It was hurtful and mean. She was aware of that. But Elia Sand had been deliberating irritating to her ever since they had met. Though they were both bastards, she thought herself better because of how close she was to the royal family and tried to lord that over Jocelyn. It didn't work and left things bitter between them.

"We have now officially ruined the mood," Rhaenys declared, getting both of their attention. "This was not how I wanted it to go." She didn't look at them but she was disappointed. It showed in her voice. Both of them felt embarrassed and guilty for doing that to her.

"Sorry," Elia said. Jocelyn didn't say anything. When she realized what had just happened, she lost her embarrassment and smiled instead. Rhaenys didn't a weapon or to shout at someone to get her way. All she had to do was make them feel like they had somehow disappointed her and that was it.

"Do you have anything to say, Joce?" the princess asked her.

"Yes. Sleep well." Her piece said, she moved slightly into a better spot and closed her eyes. She heard no complaints or Rhaenys trying to urge her to say more, which she took as they were following her example.

She found her brothers and sister in the training yard the next morning. Robb was watching Jon with amusement while Arya and Bran were cheering loudly. When she finally looked at the yard proper, she felt the same amusement Robb was showing. Jon stood in the center of the yard teaching the pages and young squires how to properly swing a sword. Even though he was talking and demonstrating, she could still see a slight surprised look in his eyes.

"He wasn't expecting this," she decided quietly, walking over to Robb. "Has this been going on long?" she asked him quietly.

"Good morning to you too, Joce," he said back. "Did you break your fast?"

She always ate before even considering coming out of the castle, Riverrun or Winterfell. But he had been asking that question since they were children and she more or less ignored it. "Well?"

He chuckled and answered. "It's only been going on for twenty minutes or so. They attacked him at the table in the hall." He chuckled again. "Well, I say attacked. It was more like they surrounded him and drowned him in questions. And then we ended up here."

She looked around the yard but there was no one else actually there. "You were alone in the hall?" she asked him. "I would have thought that more people would have been breaking their fast. And where is Jon's own little Pack." He was never seen without them nowadays.

"We got to him first today," Robb explained. "And the Tyrells were in the hall too. We offered them to share our table with us but they refused. The lady Margaery was polite about it but it was still a refusal."

"They were stupid," Arya declared. "I'm glad they didn't sit down with us."

Normally, that would've been the moment where Sansa would start admonishing her quite vocally. But Jocelyn's other trueborn sister wasn't there so it didn't happened. "I wouldn't have put it like that," the eldest of them said.

"It's true. Her brother was glaring at us like we did something wrong when we didn't," she protested.

"What happened?" Jocelyn asked. "Which Tyrell was this?" She didn't think it was Willas; he seemed too nice to do that.

"Ser Loras," Robb told her. "He was looking at Jon with much distaste, more so when they showed up." He gestured at the crowd Jon was teaching. He was showing a page how to properly grip a sword. The lad was paying the most rapt attention she had ever seen. He couldn't have been more than ten and stared at her brother with admiring eyes.

She turned away from the yard and looked at Robb. "Is the Pack anywhere nearby?" she asked him.

He just grinned at her. "Don't you mean is Dom nearby?"

She fought the urge to blush, having already done that in front of him once. "I don't know what you mean." She would say that every time he asked.

But he just grinned wider, something that seemed to melt all the noble ladies that came to Winterfell. "Come on, Joce. Everyone in Winterfell already knows you're in love with Domeric."

"This is not Winterfell, Robb. This isn't even the North. And I'd like to keep it there. I already know that I will never have Domeric, I do not require it to be gossip for the kingdoms." She may be Dornish but she had no desire to flaunt who she's had in bed to everyone around her.

His grin faded a little, becoming a bit more serious. "He respects you, Joce. You were the one who opened his eyes to what Ramsey Snow really was."

"Yes, and it led to that bastard taking Dom, Bran, and Sansa hostage." She blamed herself for that and had gladly kissed her brother when he and Theon brought Domeric back. "Can we not talk about that? I have no wish to speak about Ramsey Snow ever again."

"Of course," he agreed, losing the grin only to have spring back up when he looked at the yard again, laughing loudly. She looked too and started laughing as well. Somehow, the training session turned into one of the squires trying to fight Jon only to be losing quite obviously. Soon the entire yard was laughing.

It was when they were laughing that she noticed the Tyrell party had arrived on the yard. Loras Tyrell was in the lead with his sister and Renly Baratheon close by. The rest were nobles the same age as them. "You! Bastard!" the Knight of Flowers shouted out, silencing the yard and turning all eyes onto him. But his were focused on Jon. "I challenge you to a duel and should you refuse, I brand you a craven."

Jocelyn smirked at his proclamation. If there was one thing Jon was not, it was a coward. The fool just handed himself his own defeat. "I'm going to enjoy watching this pretty boy get his ass knocked down to the ground," she thought to herself as Jon accepted.

End

Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews you've sent me.

Well that fight went as expected. I will concede that I did not originally come up with the idea for Jon wielding two swords. That came from the story "Wild Wolf" a Ranma and ASOIAF crossover that's actually well developed. If you something to read, I would recommend that. The chapters might be a bit long but that's understandable. He's got a lot of stuff.

I'd liked to believe that antler horns can be made into jewelry and therefore, also a bracer. If that's not true, someone please let me know because it's staying in there either way.

Ramsey Snow is dead and there's a bit of story there too. But I won't tell you it all completely right now. What I can tell you is that it involves how Domeric died in the canon story.

I'll see you all next chapter!