"Hmm, these are wonderfully done." I said as I looked at the blades I had made by Mikken the blacksmith of Winterfell.
They were light and thin meaning they could easily be hidden under sleeves of dresses or tunics. They had not hilt. They were basically just thin pieces of metal that were sharp from top to bottom on the right side. The left side was dull for a safer handle, and I had Mikken make sure there were small circular holes in the middle of each one to make sure someone could hook their fingers into them for an easier throw.
I think Mikken had been unsure of my request at first, but I wasn't looking for a sword and axe or anything meant for a full battle. These were just for a subtler attack. Just a cut to the neck with one of these, and the attacker would be on the ground bleeding out in seconds. Or they could be used for unfatal force just to warn off an attacker, which is why they were perfect for Sansa.
"Thank-you, Mikken." I said smiling at the blacksmith. "These are better than I imagined. Aren't they, Persephone?"
Persephone, who was a bit larger than before, yipped as if in agreement as she sat at my feet. Mikken, who was a man of few words, just nodded his head then went back to his work. I chuckled before carefully wrapping up the blades in the cloth Mikken had given them in. He hadn't asked for any kind of payment when I commissioned the blades, but had I had insisted on giving him something even if not money, which I have none of. Well, I have some drachmas in my pack, which rests in my room, but it isn't the currency of Westeros, so I was sure they'd be useless. Though even when I offered to work for him for no pay, he turned me down. Never gave me a reason either. As I said, he is a man of few words. I shrugged my shoulders guessing I needed to leave him to his work.
"Come on, Persephone." I said before going to find Sansa.
I wanted to see if I could even get her to use these things. It was just her hand-to-hand combat wasn't going anywhere, so I thought teaching her how to handle blades like these might help. If not, I might have to be a bit harder with her during training, and make her wear clothes like Arya and I do during training. I don't see it going well, but I won't be satisfied until I am certain Sansa knows how to protect herself at least a little bit. Though I think I will keep a few of these blades. Mikken made quite a few, and I could use them as throwing daggers. I'm sure they'd work wonderfully, and they'd be easier to carry than daggers.
In fact, I'll have to test these things out before I start letting Sansa work with them. I'll have to use them to see how they feel, so I can instruct Sansa better. Doesn't mean I have to wait to give them to her. As I was going towards the castle, I paused when seeing Catelyn and my handmaid Tansa heading towards me. Tansa has been assigned to me since day one after I had supper with the Starks. However, I usually tell her I can take care of myself, so she only comes in just to take care of the laundry and such. I know it's her job help me bathe and dress, but I'd just feel weird if someone did that for me. Though I do enjoy her company.
"Lady Stark." I greeted as I gave a small curtsey.
Sansa had spent many lessons making sure I knew how to curtsey right, and they had been the worst hours of my life.
"Celena," Catelyn greeted in return. "It's time for us all to prepare for the king's arrival. I asked Tansa to make sure you are washed up, your hair is done, and to have you dressed in a dress by the king arrives with all those coming with him."
I help back a grimace knowing the next few hours were going to be hades on earth.
"I understand, Lady Stark." I said nodding.
Catelyn nodded then went about her business as Tansa stepped up to me smiling.
"I will make sure you look even more beautiful than you do now, Lady Celena." Tansa said. "The men won't be able to keep their eyes off you."
Well, as long as they keep their hands and other things to themselves, I suppose I can let them gawk. They make the mistake of touching me, however, they'll lose more than just a few digits from their fingers.
NO POV:
Jon let out a sigh as he walked towards where everyone was gathering for the king. He rubbed his naked chin already feeling out of place. Though he was sure Celena would feel more uncomfortable than him. She's be back in one those dresses that she avoids like the plague, and her hair would be done in some complicated braid. And while he felt sympathy for her, he was curious how she would look after her primping. Jon finally made it outside, and went to where everyone else was.
He went through the crowd of people to make it over to where his family was along with some of their closest of servants and retainers. He saw Robb was speaking with Celena, who had her back to Jon at the moment, and it didn't sound like the common tongue. They must have been talking in Greek. Robb has gotten a lot better in speaking the language than when he first started. However, he does have a few mess ups. He wasn't the only one learning it now either. Theon had actually asked for some lessons. He was proving easier to teach since he spent time listening in on Robb's lessons to pick up a few things here and there.
Jon had actually had a streak of jealousy spike through him when Theon had had his first lesson. He had asked for lessons not long after that, but he was finding it a bit difficult to catch on. Celena was patient with him though, and just giggled or smiled when he made a mess up. Jon finally reached the group, and when hearing his arrival, Celena turned to look at him. His eyes widened slightly thinking Celena looked amazing, and all she had really done was fix up her hair a bit and put on a dress.
"Jon." Celena greeted. "I must say the shaven look doesn't suit you."
She reached out to caress his cheek with her thumb brushing against his smooth jaw. Jon snorted at her words as if he was slightly offended, but in honesty he had to agree.
"And longer hair suits you more as well." She added as she reached out to run her fingers through his hair once. "Scruffy is more you."
Jon just grinned with his eyes shooting over Celena's head to Robb who was watching them with a tense jaw.
"So you prefer scruffy men?" Theon asked joining the conversation.
Celena looked towards the urchin as Theon was standing there with a smirk on his face.
"Sweet Urchin, scruffy or clean shaven I could never prefer you to anyone." Celena said with a sweet smile.
Jon and Robb both chortled at Celena's words as Theon frowned at Celena. She just continued to smile at him in return while not bothered at all if she hurt his feelings.
"Some men just look better either scruffy or clean shaven." Celena said shrugging. "However, some can pull of either look, like Robb."
Celena said gesturing to Ned and Catelyn's eldest child and son. Robb really did look fine with and without beard. Now Jon nor even Theon were ugly just because they had gotten a good shave, but Celena did quite like Jon's scruffiness. Does that make her a bit superficial? Maybe, but it wasn't as if she didn't feel any less for him just because he's clean shaven now. Robb looked smugly towards Jon when Celena said this, and Jon frowned in return. Celena was completely oblivious to the exchange, which had Theon shaking his head as he wondered if she'd ever notice.
"All of you in get in line." Catelyn said to them. "The king is close."
The four teenagers nodded their heads before moving into their proper places as did everyone else. The first row in order was Rickon, Catelyn, Ned, Robb, Sansa, and Bran, which had Celena wondering where Arya was. Then the second row was Rodrik, Luwin, Jon, Celena, Theon, and Jory.
"Where's Arya?" Catelyn asked then looked towards her eldest daughter. "Sansa, where's your sister?"
Sansa shrugged her shoulders while glancing around for Arya as well. The two were a bit closer since they spent more time together due to Celena's training lessons. Sansa could have sworn she saw Arya earlier, but wasn't sure where she was now. Catelyn looked back at Celena wondering if the half-goddess had seen her. Celena shook her head then leaned forward.
"I can find her." Celena said. "Shouldn't take me long."
"Please." Catelyn said.
Celena nodded her head then glanced around to make sure not too many people were looking in her direction before she slunk down into the shadows. Theon tried not to jump when she did that, but it was hard to get used to. It was a few seconds later when the sounds of horses got closer when Celena popped back up with Arya in tow. Arya, who was wearing a helmet, had a disgruntled look on her face, and Celena whispered her an apology.
"Why do you have that on?" Ned asked turning to look at his daughter.
He took it off on her, which had Arya pouting at him for doing so. She was then shooed to get into place. She huffed doing as she was doing what told while pushing Bran out of her way.
"Move!" She said as she wedged herself between him and Sansa as their guests came into view.
Celena watched the first few horses stop with her eyes raking over the three who first entered. One of the men was wearing golden armor, which meant he was part of the King's Guard. Then one was a boy looking slightly younger than her with blonde hair and pale eyes. He had Lannister blonde in him for certain. And considering his fine way of dressing and how he was in between two men who could obviously protect him if something went wrong, Celena would say he was Prince Joffrey Baratheon. The second child and first son of the king.
As he stopped beside the first man, Celena noticed how he was making eyes at Sansa. Celena frowned ready to pop his eyes right out of his head if she had to. After him was a man wearing all darker armor with a helmet made to look like a fearsome hound. That must make him the Hound. Rodrik had once told Celena of him before. The Hound opened up his helmet as a carriage came into view with more men wearing golden armor spilling out from behind it, and with them was a man who Celena guessed was the king by how everyone shifted at his presence.
Everyone started to bow as he got closer with the rest of his family being let out of the carriage. Celena glanced up as more blondes came from the carriage. She was looking for one in particular. Once Jayderia stepped out, Celena's heart thumped. She was about to meet her first fellow half-blood from this word. It has been so long since Celena has been in the presence of another half-blood, but what was bothering was that Celena didn't know if Jayderia would become a friend…or foe. Celena then lowered her head completely as King Robert had some men bring him a stepping tool to get off his horse.
Once he was off, he strode quickly towards Ned who partially lifted his head up to look at his king. It was silent for a moment with no one making a move. Robert then gestured for Ned to stand, so the Lord of Winterfell did so with the rest of his people doing so as well. After Celena stood, she looked at the king curiously thinking he didn't look very kingly. Of course the only kings she knew were Hades who was technically king of the underworld, Poseidon king/god of the sea, and then, of course, Zeus the king/god of the skies and king of all gods and goddesses of Olympus. And they were gods, so maybe this was normal for human kings.
"Your grace." Ned said while bowing his head.
It went silent again with Robert just staring at Ned for a long moment as everyone waited for him to speak.
"You've got fat." Robert finally said.
As some shifted at their lord being insulted, Celena's brow quirked thinking Robert really had no room to call anyone fat. She would have pointed this out, but she decided not to do so since she was sure it would be very bad manners to insult a king. However, the tension was broken when Robert and Ned started laughing. When they hugged, everyone relaxed even further.
"Cat!" Robert greeted merrily after pulling away from Ned.
"Your Grace." Catelyn said bowing her head.
Robert hugged her as well with Catelyn seeming a bit surprised, but she accepted the hug anyways. When he pulled back he pat Rickon on the head before going back to Ned.
"Nine years," Robert began. "Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?"
Celena would be guessing he was hearing protecting the North and his family.
"Guarding the North for you, Your Grace." Ned said. "Winterfell is yours."
Movement from the carriage then had Celena's attention again as the queen herself finally stepped out after her handmaids and her children. Celena's movement caught the attention of Jayderia who stiffened when recognizing her. This didn't go unnoticed by Cersei who moved to her eldest child's side. Cersei looked between Jayderia to where she was staring to see a brunette girl standing behind Ned and Catelyn Stark. The girl's dark eyes flickered over to Cersei for a moment with the two just staring at each other silently. Neither broke gaze until Jon nudge the girl to get her to look away. Cersei frowned knowing she needed to keep her eyes on her. Everyone but Jon didn't notice their stare off, and Arya seemed more focused on seeing a certain someone.
"Where's the imp?" Arya asked.
"Will you shut-up?" Sansa asked a bit irritable.
She might be closer to her sister now, but doesn't mean she finds Arya less annoying at times. Celena shushed both of them quietly, so they straightened up as Robert moved onto Robb.
"Who do we have here?" He asked. "You must be Robb."
Robb nodded while giving the king a firm handshake when Robert had held out his hand. Robert continued on through the rest of the Stark children with Jon looking down. He knew the king wouldn't be greeting him. He felt someone take his hand, which had him glancing to Celena who was the owner of said hand. She gave him a reassuring look as she squeezed his hand. His expression softened as he squeezed her hand in return. The two continued to hold each other's hands not seeming to notice they hadn't let go as Robert finished greeting the rest of the Starks. Celena looked back forward as Arya whispered to Sansa.
"That's Jaime Lannister." Arya said nodding to the head of the King's Guard as he was removing his helmet. "The queen's twin brother."
"Would you please shut up?" Sansa asked again.
Arya frowned wondering why her sister was being so mean today. She thought Sansa liked her better now. Cersei then stepped forward not showing her displeasure of being her from her face as she went up to Ned. She held out her hand expectantly and a tad rudely, which had Celena frowning. She didn't like these lions already. She had already had an idea she wouldn't when she first started learning about House Lannister. Ned took her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles even though he didn't look overly pleased about it. Though he had a better poker face than the queen in Celena's opinion.
"My queen." Ned said nodding his head.
"My queen." Catelyn added while curtseying.
Cersei made no reply, which had Celena's frown deepening. She didn't like how rudely the people, who have been taking care of her, are being treated.
"Take me to your crypt." Robert said breaking the awkward tension. "I want to pay my respects."
Cersei frowned already knowing who her husband was going to pay respects to.
"We've been riding for a month, my love." Cersei said. "Surely the dead could wait."
"Ned," Robert said clearly ignoring his wife.
Cersei frowned even more as Celena guessed Robert and Cersei didn't have a very good marriage. As Ned hesitantly went with Robert, Celena looked back towards the children of the queen and king as Joffrey joined his three siblings. All were blonde of hair with blue or green eyes. None of them resembled their father, and dark hair was a stronger trait than blonde hair. Celena already knew Jayderia wasn't Robert's daughter, so who's to say any of them were her children? Celena looked back to Cersei wondering if she ever even tried having children with Robert as Arya spoke up again.
"Where's the imp?" She asked.
Cersei sighed then turned around to Jaime as he was standing with the queen's children.
"Where is our brother?" She asked her twin as walked up to him. "Go and find the little beast."
Well, she was just a pleasant woman, wasn't she? Celena turned to look to Jon who seemed uncomfortable as did many others.
"Can I leave now?" She whispered. "I don't like these people."
CELENA'S POV:
I sighed as I watched Jon hack away at the dummy. He was once again just swinging away not carrying where his sword struck. I knew he was upset about earlier when Catelyn asked him not to join the rest of us at the feast because of his bastard status. I had thought it unfair, and even voiced my opinion as such. However, Jon told me it was alright, so I dropped the subject even if I knew it wasn't alright. I then made sure to say I wouldn't be there since I'm a bastard too. So here I am sitting on the fence in the dress Sansa picked out just for tonight, watching as Jon killed his imaginary foe.
"You could have went to the party, you know." Jon said as he continued swinging.
"I know." I replied as I kicked my legs back and forth slightly. "But why be inside in the warmth when I can be out here with you in the cold watching as you poorly kill a dummy?"
Jon paused long enough to turn and give me a look as I smiled at him in return.
"If you're cold, go inside." He said nodding towards the entrance into the feasting hall.
"No." I said stubbornly. "I'm a bastard, and bastard are not permitted inside."
"She only meant me." Jon pointed out.
"Well, I'm not leaving you alone." I retorted. "I won't let you be lonely."
Jon went silent for a moment as he stared into my eyes, which were narrowed to show I wasn't about to give in. Jon finally just looked away as he stepped back in front of the dummy.
"Use my cloak to keep warm." He said.
I smiled since I got my way before grabbing his cloak, which was laying across the fence. I had left mine inside my bedroom thinking I wouldn't need it at the feast. That was before I learned bastards weren't allow. Of course, Jayderia was in there, but no one knew she was a bastard except for me and Luwin. And we both swore not to say a word about it. I then pulled Jon's cloak around me as he resumed killing the poor dummy.
"Honestly, I didn't want to go to the party." I said casually.
"Why not?" Jon asked though didn't pause in his practice.
"I don't feel comfortable during social gatherings or large crowds." I said. "They make me uncomfortable. I get that trait from my father."
Hades and his children—like me—are just natural loners who don't like being around others. I like my solitude, or just being around small groups of people who I trust and care about like the Starks or Nico and my cousins.
"Besides, what's so bad about not being in there with all those people?" I asked. "I mean, in there you have to act a certain way and sometimes practically be someone you're not just to fit in the social standards the event calls for. It all sounds tiring, and I don't like pretending to be someone I'm not just to please others and their standards."
"I suppose you have a point." Jon said. "But doesn't it bother you that the reason why we're out here is because we're bastards?"
I sighed as jumped down from the fence, which had Jon pausing in what he was doing to look at me.
"What bothers me is how Lady Stark used you being a bastard as a reason to keep you from going to the party." I said while taking his sword. "If you weren't Lord Stark's bastard, she wouldn't have cared if you showed up. However, you are, and she doesn't want you there for people to see Lord Stark wasn't faithful at one point in his life. She's ashamed and embarrassed. However, I'm just the bastard of a god she doesn't even know, so she was okay if I went. It bothers me that she only discriminated you when we both have the same standing. It upsets me that she singled you out, and hurt your feelings."
After saying that I gave a strong swing to let out my own frustrations. The force of the swing had the post the dummy was resting on snapping in half with the top falling backwards onto the ground. Jon looked at me with wide eyes as I held the sword back out to him.
"I think you killed it, lass." A voice said from a few feet away.
Jon and I both turned to look to see a man with dark hair and cloaked in black getting off his horse. I hadn't even heard him enter. When did he arrive? When Jon handed the sword back to me while heading towards the man with a smile, I blinked wondering who he was.
"Uncle Benjen." Jon said as the two men met in the middle.
They shared a hug as I leaned the sword against the post to walk curiously over. I stopped a few feet behind them as I let them continue their greeting.
"You got bigger." Benjen said to Jon as they let go of each other. "Rode all day. "Didn't want to leave you alone with the Lannisters, but I see you have company."
He turned to look at me, which had Jon stepping over to my side to guide me closer to Benjen. Jon kept his hand on the small of my back, which I saw had Benjen glancing between us. I tried not to blush when what looked like a knowing look entered his eyes. Though I wasn't sure if the feelings I had for Jon were requited or not.
"Uncle Benjen, this is Celena di Angelo." Jon said then smiled down at me. "Celena, this is my uncle Benjen Stark. He's the first ranger at the Night's Watch."
I gave a kind smile to Benjen since any family of the Starks was like family to me. I held out my hand to him like I was taught, and he gently took it to place a kiss on my knuckles as I gave a slight curtsey. These lady lessons did pay off even though I feel ridiculous most of the time when actually putting them to use.
"Pleasure to meet you, ser." I said as I am out of the curtsey.
I wasn't sure if I called him lord or not, so sticking with sir seemed the best thing to do for now.
"Please, just all me Benjen, milady." Benjen said. "I don't believe I saw you here during my last visit to Winterfell."
"I have been in Winterfell a little over a year now." I said. "Lord Stark was kind enough to give me refuge when he found me lost in the woods. I come from somewhere far from here, and I am here without my family, so I am very grateful to Lord Stark and his kindness."
I said this honestly since I was indebted to Ned, and very thankful for what he has done for me.
"My brother is a kind man." Benjen said then changed the subject. "Why aren't you both at the feast?"
"Lady Stark thought if might insult the royal family to seat a bastard in their midst." Jon said.
I placed my hand on his arm trying to give him comfort. I wish Catelyn wouldn't do these things to Jon. I know it mustn't be easy seeing him and knowing he was alive because her husband wasn't faithful for one moment in his life. But it wasn't as if it was Jon's fault, so there was no reason to punish him. Benjen sighed looking at his nephew sympathetically, which I think showed Benjen didn't care if Jon was a bastard or not.
"And why aren't you in there?" Benjen asked.
"I am a bastard as well, Benjen." I said without hesitation. "And if one bastard isn't welcomed, I suppose the second one isn't as well. Besides, I don't like…people."
Benjen chuckled at my words as Jon shook his head though there was a smile on his face.
"You will have to go in there eventually." Jon said. "Father wanted you to meet the king and the Lannisters."
I frowned not looking forward to meeting any of them. Though I did need to try and get to know Jayderia. Hopefully I can become friends with her, which will help in the future once the war breaks out. But knowing she was Zeus's—or rather the Father's—daughter had me cautious. Even though I loved my cousins back in my old war it was not secret that we could butt heads easily. It was like we were programmed to fight against each other even when we like each other. I have a feeling Jayderia and I are just meant to fight against each other, and I didn't want this feeling to be right.
"I will be putting that off for as long as possible." I said. "They will probably be here for a week if not more. I will talk to them later on. We aren't welcomed in there anyway."
"I'm not welcomed in there." Jon retorted. "You may enter if you wish."
I made a face at that. As if I'd go in there without him. I didn't do well with large groups to begin with. Make me have to face them alone, and I get all kinds of uncomfortable, which means I'd soon be found practically huddled up in a corner trying to make myself as small as possible away from the people.
"Well, you, Jon, are always welcomed at the Wall." Benjen said. "No bastard was ever refused a seat there."
At the mention of the Wall, Jon's face lightened, but mine darkened. I didn't like it when the Wall was brought up because I know Jon wants to go there. But once he does and takes the oath…I'd never be able to…be with him, and that thought had my heart sinking. I wanted to postpone him leaving for as long as possible until I was ready to confess how I felt. Though a part of me feared that it wouldn't be enough to keep him here with me, and that fear had me not wanting to confess any sooner.
"So take me with you when you go back." Jon said.
I tried to control a flinch when he said that, but Benjen's eyes flickered towards me meaning he caught my movement. Mine and his eyes met for a minute, and I'm sure he could see the sadness reflected in mine.
"Jon," Benjen began as he looked back to Jon.
"Father will let me if you ask him." Jon insisted before Benjen could get out another word.
I turned away not wanting to hear anymore of it as I went back to where the sword was leaning. The two continued speaking behind me, but I tuned them out. Benjen soon left to go inside though as I picked up the sword. I moved it in my hand expertly while wishing I hadn't cut down the dummy. Now I had nothing to stab or slash. Though perhaps I could stab the figure hiding in the shadows if their intentions weren't the nice kind.
"A young lady wielding a sword." The figure said from the shadows. "Not something commonly seen."
Jon, who had been joining me behind the fence, stiffened while looking towards where the voice was going from. He hadn't noticed the short figure when I had, so he had been surprised by the voice.
"I am not a common lady." I retorted as I looked towards the shadows. "In fact, I wouldn't say I much of a lady at all."
The figure chuckled before an man—a dwarf really—stepped out of the shadows into the fire light. Ah, this must be Tyrion Lannister, the imp Arya was going on about earlier. I was expecting him to look more…inhuman…impish really. However, he was just a normal dwarf sized human.
"No?" He asked. "Are the women where you are from, Lady Celena, not very ladylike?"
He must have been there a while, and heard my name when Jon introduced me to Benjen. That or he heard of me earlier today, and deduced who I was.
"What are you doing back there?" Jon asked before I could reply.
Tyrion continued to look at me for a moment before he finally moved his eyes onto Jon.
"Preparing for a night with your family." Tyrion said as he walked closer while holding a flask.
And I'm quite certain what was in that flask wasn't water or anything else non-alcoholic.
"Isn't your uncle in the Night's Watch?" Tyrion asked as he leaned against one of the shorter posts. "I've always wanted to see the Wall."
I don't see what the appeal would be. I mean, it's basically a wall/castle frozen in a large block of ice. It had to be freezing all the time, and I highly doubt you'd find a good meal there. Not to mention it's crawling with just males, so it probably smells awful. I've had to live in bad conditions before, but even if I was eligible to go to the Wall, no one could pay me enough to do so.
"You're Tyrion Lannister." Jon said ignoring Tyrion's statement about the Wall. "The Queen's brother?"
"My greatest accomplishment." Tyrion said.
Did that sound as depressing as I thought it did? Or is it just me? Because that was just said.
"And you," Tyrion began looking to Jon. "You're Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?"
Jon frowned obviously displeased with Tyrion's words. He turned away walking up to me to take his sword. I sighed wishing the word bastard didn't bother him so much, or the fact that he is one. Being a bastard didn't make someone a freak or something else bad. Besides, I didn't have the feeling Tyrion was exactly putting Jon down. More like stating a fact.
"Did I offend you? Sorry." Tyrion said not sounding as if he actually was sorry.
Jon looked back towards Tyrion as the dwarf walked closer to us with flask still in hand.
"You are the bastard, though." Tyrion said.
"We are both bastards here, Lord Tyrion." I said before Jon could be anymore upset.
Tyrion hummed as his eyes flickered back towards me as I remained at Jon's side.
"You as well, Lady Celena?" Tyrion said. "But I thought Snow here introduced you with a family name."
"My mother's family name, yes." I said nodding. "Where I am from a bastard is not denied the name of their family. If my father had one, I would have taken his instead of my mother's."
Tyrion nodded his head once seeming curious me. I was of him as well. He might be a lion, but his presence didn't rub me the wrong way as did his siblings'.
"Does being a bastard bother you?" Tyrion asked.
"No." I replied. "It never has. Just because my father is unfaithful in his marriage and has many bastard children doesn't make me any less than children born from a faithful marriage. If the world wishes to look down on me and call me a bastard, let it."
Tyrion nodded again then looked towards Jon who had been silent during our exchange.
"Let me give you some advice, bastard." Tyrion said. "Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you. Lady Celena understands this."
Tyrion then turned to leave us, and I almost felt sorry for him for having to join the party.
"What the hell do you know about being a bastard?" Jon asked not taking the advice kindly.
Tyrion stopped to turn back to look at Jon as I looked between the two of them.
"All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes." Tyrion said then looked towards me. "Lady Celena, I heard you needed to meet my family. I can introduce you if you would like. It would be nice to have some actual company while amongst the festivities."
I bit my lip as I glanced towards Jon. I didn't really wish to leave him, and I didn't fancy having to mingle with those other lions.
"Go on." Jon said gently nudging me forward. "You'll get sick if you stay out here much longer anyway."
He then took the cloak from me since I wouldn't need it inside to drape it over the fence.
"Besides, I cannot keep you to myself tonight." Jon said.
He looked as if he wanted to add more, but he closed his mouth while shaking his head. I frowned wondering what he was going to say. However, he just nudged me forward again.
"I suppose I will be joining you, Lord Tyrion." I said going to the dwarf's side. "Though I must warn you, I am terrible at feasts. They make me entirely uncomfortable."
"Don't worry, my dear." Tyrion said as he took my hand to guide me forward. "I hate them as well. Completely pointless in my opinion."
I smiled as he kept talking while thinking I was going to really like this little lion.