Chapter 21

Jon

It was early morning, the sun had barely risen when Jon and the rest of the company were reading themselves to continue on with their journey. They had left the Hastys two days ago and were making good progress. Loras was helping Robar with his armor while he was saddling the horses, Grenn was gathering the rest of their supplies.

They were an odd bunch, a bastard, a son of one of the most powerful families on the continent, a knight from the Vale seeking his own destiny, a poacher who helped them in a battle and two incredibly large wolves. All were outcasts and rogues in some way.

Grenn was the latest but not the strangest addition to their little group. The poacher as it turns out was born in the Riverlands, orphaned when he was ten his parents dying due to sickness that ravaged their village. The villagers begged for help from their lord but he did nothing to aid them, just closed his gates to them and left them to their fate. That explained Grenns disdain for nobility but not why he agreed to join them, Grenn keeping that for himself so far. Jon was glad that Grenn accepted his offer, he might not be a good swordsman but at least it gave them one more man to the party.

Looking at Loras and Robar, he was happy that they went after him, in his darkest hour who his real friends were was shown. But looking at Loras reminded him of the whole that was in his heart now, of the pain and betrayal. He still wasn't over what happened and he was sure it would take him a long time if even to fully accept it. But now he could not think about that, right now all that mattered was reaching Dorne.

"Everything ready?" Robar asked.

"Aye, I think so, Grenn?" Jon replied.

"All done here," Grenn said approaching them, clumsily putting his sword on. Jon and Robar did not say anything, they both knew that if Grenn was to stay with them they would need to teach him how to use a sword properly.

"Do you know how to use that thing?" Loras said snickering.

"I do," Grenn said, glaring at Loras. Ever since they met Loras has been doing everything in his power to get on Grenns nerves, constantly teasing him and mocking him, and to be honest Jon was getting a bit tired of breaking them up every time Loras said something and Grenn being ready to retaliate in a more physical way but according to what they said about their first meeting Jon was sure that Loras would win the next one as well.

"How?" Loras asked.

"The pointy end goes in the other man, and the sides are for slashing," Grenn said.

"My poacher friend, there is more to wielding a sword than that. Wielding a sword is an art, a dance, any man can use a sword but only a few can truly wield it. I doubt you can truly wield that blade," Loras said with a smirk. Grenn was angry now and was glaring daggers at Loras.

"Says the man who had his ass handed to him by a drunken priest," Jon said and both Loras and Grenn looked at him, Grenns expression now softened.

"You were beaten by a priest?" Grenn asked and laughed afterward.

"That drunk was not an ordinary priest, that was Thoros of Myr, the madman that uses swords coated with wildfire," Loras said.

"Still, a drunken priest," Jon said smirking.

"One that you defeated," Robar said to Jon.

"I did, but I wish we fought more," Jon said.

"You almost lost your hands and you wish to fight him more? The man is good but a flaming sword is too big of an advantage for my liking. One one one, in a fair fight, I would have taken him on too," Loras said.

"Sure you could," Jon said, the smirk still on his face. "I do have to admit that Loras is right, there is more to wielding a blade than just swinging it around Grenn," Loras looked at Jon with a pleased look on his face. "That is why from now on we will train you in using the sword properly, an hour in the morning before we set off and an hour in the evening after we make camp."

"You serious?" Loras asked, a bit surprised.

"Really?" Grenn asked, more surprised than Loras.

"Yes, we will teach you."

"This is going to take a lot of work Jon," Loras said.

"Perhaps, but if the three of us cant teach one man to wield a sword then we can't do anything to help other people in this war. You still remember every lesson Ser Vortimer taught us?" Jon asked Loras. Ser Vortimer Crane is the master at arms at Highgarden, the knight who first taught Jon and Loras how to use a sword, bow, mace, he taught them the knightly code.

"How can I forget, the man drilled us until we could not stand anymore. It took us sweet time until we finally reached his level, a good swordsman, a strict teacher but we are now better than him."

"The students have surpassed the master that might be true, but his lessons were still good and we learned."

"That we did," Loras said fondly.

"We will practice in the evening, now let's get moving again," Jon said and the three men nodded, all mounting their horses and riding off. Ghost and Lady in front of them.

Jon still had strange dreams from time to time, the ones where he felt like he was a wolf, where he was Ghost, seeing him hunting, running through the woods at night, seeing his reflection in the water and it was not his face but Ghost. He remembers the stories Old Nan used to tell him and Robb when they were boys, about skinchangers and wargs, people that could take over the bodies of animals. Could this be more than dreams, you the stories he heard as a boy be true and if they were why would he have those abilities?

Kings Landing

Margaery

Margaery sat with Joffrey in the practice yard watching as knights and their squires trained. Those in the yard were a mixture of her family's knights and ones loyal to the Lannisters. She watched as one knight was thrown on to the stone floor of the yard by Ser Arron Santigar, the master at arms of the Red Keep. It did surprise her slightly that a Dornishman held such a title considering the late king Robert well-known opinion on the Dornish and his words in the throne room after he was presented by the bodies of princes Elia and her children by Lord Tywin.

"I could have done that I half the time," Joffrey said boastfully. She turned her attention from the yard to the blond, giving him a well practiced smile.

"I have no doubt your grace is most capable with a blade, being trained by a man such as Ser Aron and your uncle Ser Jaime and Ser Barristan," Margaery said and knew that her words were far from the truth, she knew that Joffrey was not a man of the blade like her brothers or Jon are. Not even if the three veteran knights dedicated all of their time to training him, there was no doubt in her mind that Joffrey would still be the same as he is now. Jon could beat any man here, he is the one who is truly skilled with a sword, a true knight.

Joffrey frowned."Ser Barristan is an old fool who failed my father, my only regret about him is that I let him go so fast, he should have faced a trial for his incompetence," Joffrey said. There is was, Joffrey would act as a perfect royal but every so often he would say something like this. According to what she heard this was a mild thing. As Margaery looked at him silently his expression softened. "Forgive me my lady but I have still not gotten over my father's death, I just believe that if Ser Barrisatn took his duty more seriously my father would still be alive."

Margaery gave Joffrey a sympathetic look. "I can't imagine how it feels to lose a father, the only thing I can do is offer words of comport, my king. I have no doubt that King Robert would be proud to see you know, his son ruling."

Joffrey gave Margaery a large smile "Thank you, my lady, you do me great favor with your kind words. I thank you."

"There is no need to thank me, your grace, I only speak the truth," Margaery said putting her hand over Joffrey's. Doing it unnerved her but she knew there was no other option, she had to do it. She was going this as much for herself as she did for her family, the capital is a dangerous place and in the game, you win or you die.

"And yet I still thank you," Joffrey said, a small smile on his lips. "How is your project in the poorer district going my lady?"

"Well your grace, with my family funds and the help you offered I have managed to give food and medicine to those who need it the most. I have also managed to raise money to give to the orphanages, they are in dire need of it."

"I'm glad to hear it, my lady, in these troubled times people need someone to lean on."

"Please your grace call me Margaery," Margaery said.

"As you wish Margaery," Joffrey said softly and they continued to watch the knights test each other.

To someone who did not know better, they would think that Joffrey is a perfectly mannered and kind but she knew better, she heard stories from the retenue that came with lord Baelish, from the servants in the Red Keep, and what he did to Jons father. He did something to Sansa too but the girl refused to tell her what, that is going to have to end today, Sansa and she will talk and is it.

Margaery felt responsible for the girl now that she was here, Sansa was Jons little sister after all and she was a sweet girl but now the girl here is frightened and in a need to get out of here. Usually, wolves are dangerous when pushed up against a wall but Sansa was not like her siblings, she was too nice, too naive, there was no that Stark fighting spirit she saw in Jon and Arya and that their brother Robb definitely had. She will protect Sansa in any way she can, for Jon.

Her grandmother was wrong, love is not a fool's errand, it was true, it was powerful. Daeron was not at fault for not loving Olenna, he could never love her but Jon did love her but not anymore, no one could love someone if they did what she did to him but he was the reason for her choice. He will not love her, he will hate her but she is fine with that because he will live.

She thought about what would have happened if she told him the truth, if they fled together if she did then they would be hunted to the ends of the earth by her grandmother. She would not be able to live with herself if she became the reason for Jon's death. Now her grandmother knew the location of Loras and Jon and she would send someone to find them but they were smart Jon more so than Loras, they would leave before it was too late.

She missed them both terribly, she wished that at least one of them was here with her but she knew that it was for the best that Loras went with Jon. She stopped crying herself to sleep but that didn't change how she felt. The only comfort she received was from her brother and from her ladies, her cousins Megga and Elinor most of all. Mira could not be brought here due to her family being from the North and fighting for Robb Stark, so she was left at Highgarden. The memory of Mira confronting her sometime after Bitterbridge was still on her mind every time she thought about her friend.

"How could you?" Mira said loudly and angrily.

"Mira, please listen," Margaery started but Mira did not let her finish.

"You said that you care for him, that you love him at yet you do this, chose to side with people who care for nothing else but themselves, with people who have no shred of honor or goodness in them," Mira said in the same tone.

"You don't understand."

"No I understand perfectly, I loved Jon, truly loved him but you could not let him go, you didn't love him, to you he was just a toy. You Margaery are nothing more than a spoiled brat that is used to getting whatever you want, you cant just let other people have anything that even remotely catches your eye. I thought you better than that but I was wrong, I looked up to you even. You got bored with Jon and a new prize was offered so you took it."

"Mira, it's not like that, you have to listen to me," Margaery pleaded.

"Then tell me, what it is, enlighten me," Mira said crossing her arms and glaring at Margaery, her stare as cold as the snows of the North.

"I can't tell you exactly, what I can tell you is that its not like you think it is. I do love him."

"You know the first time I thought you did it for Jon and even for duty by marrying Renly but now I see how wrong I was," Mira said and turned to leave.

"Mira," Margaery said with tears in her eyes as her friend went towards the door, then suddenly stopping.

"You might forgive yourself for what you did, but I will not," Mira said, anger clear in her voice and then proceeded to leave the room.

Mira won't forgive her Margaery knew that, but she could still get someone who cares for Jon to do so.

Sansa

Sansa sat in front of the looking glass while her maid combed her hair, the maid was assigned to her by the queen and Sansa knew by now that the woman was there to watch her. She hated this place, the people here and everything else about it. Sansa felt fear for life every day since her father's death and she could not help but blame herself for everything that happened. It was her to told the queen of her fathers plan to send her and Arya away, she wrote the letter to her family, it was her who thought that Joffrey will pardon her father and she will still be able to marry him after. She was stupid to think that.

Sansa had almost no one here, no friends no family, the only person she had here was Lord Baelish. He was the only one who seemed to care about her. Lord Tyrion showed some kindness but he was still a Lannister and he could not be trusted.

The maid finished the brushing of her hair, Sansa looked at her reflection. She looked beautiful, like a princess but she was not one, she was as the Hound put it, a bird in a cage. Then a knock came from the door and the maid went to open it, at the entrance stood a Tyrell guard.

"Forgive me for intruding lady Sansa but lady Margaery requests your presents," the man said.

Sansa looked at the man warily "I-I'm sorry, but I would have to decline."

"My lady, lady Margaery said that you should come, that she wishes to speak to you."

Sansa looked at the guard, uncertain of what to do. Margaery had been trying to talk to her since she arrived but Sansa declined and pushed her away. She thought she knew Margaery, that she was friends with her brother but that seemed to be a lie as everything in the South seemed to be. But on the other hand, she knew that Margaery would not give up and so maybe it was for the best to give her what she wants this one time.

"Tell lady Margaery that I will join her," Sansa said reluctantly.

"As you wish my lady," the guard said, bowed and went away. Ah, an hour later Sansa found herself sitting in a private dining area of where the Tyrells were staying in the Red Keep, lady Margaery sitting opposite of her.

"Thank you for coming here Sansa, I appreciate it," Margaery said with a small smile.

"You asked for me to come, so I did," Sansa said, her voice shaky.

"Relax Sansa, no one is going to harm you here, I promise," Margaery said and Sansa only looked at her with uncertainty in her eyes. "I can imagine what you went through here but know that I'm not here to hurt you in any way, I'm here to help you."

"Help?"

"Yes," Margaery said, nodding her head.

"How can you help me?"

"Right not the best I can do it to keep you safe while you are in the Keep, I will make sure no one touches you again."

"No one touched me, king Joffrey made sure that I was safe and unharmed," Sansa said the lie, she had to do it, if she did not she feared what punishment the king had in store for her next. Looking at Margaery the future queen seemed to not believe it.

Margaery put her hand on Sansas which was laying on the table. "I don't know exactly what they did to you but I know he did something. If you wish you can tell me, you can trust me, Sansa."

"How can I trust you when you betrayed my brother?" Sansa said, hurt clear in her voice.

"I had little choice," Margaery said looking at the table.

"Where is my brother?" Sansa asked and Margaery looked at her.

"The last I heard I was in the Stromlands, he fought a battle there and won," Margaery said.

"Jon fought a battle?" Sansa asked surprised.

"He did."

"Is he hurt?" Sansa asked, fearfully. Her father never spoke about any of his battles but she heard from others around Winterfell some of the gruesome details of war.

"As far as I heard no, he is safe and unharmed," Margaery said in a reassuring tone. This news brought some joy to Sansa, her brother was alive and safe. He might even be coming here to rescue her, but she knew that a rescue from here would be an almost impossible task. Robb had an army and he won every battle he fought against the Lannisters but he was in the Riverlands and not here. Her brothers will come for her, they have to.

Margaery must have seen the happy look on Sansas face for she gave her a sweet smile, this one probably the first true smile Sansa saw in a while. Perhaps Margaery is not as bad as the others in this place. "I thank you for this new lady Margaery," Sansa said, her voice sincere.

"There is nothing to thank me for dear, just know that I will help you in any way I can."

"I thank you again, is there anything else you need me for, my lady?"

"I was going to ask you to stay for tea, the rest of my ladies will be arriving soon and I wanted you to join us."

"It will be a pleasure my lady," Sansa said. There was a hint of excitement in her voice, could it be possible that after all this time in this terrible place that there is someone who cared for her apart from lord Baelish. This brought a question to Sansa's mind.

"Splendid," Margaery said with a smile.

Stormlands

Loras

They have now been traveling for four days down the King's Road. The journey was peaceful, they had no unwanted distractions considering there was a war on pretty much everywhere else. Jon had taken training Grenn seriously and so did Robar, the two teaching the poacher how to properly wield a blade. It was going along as Jon said, an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. Grenn had the strength that could not be denied, strong as an aurochs he was and he used that while fighting, he had no style of fighting, no discipline and it didn't help that he was clumsy. Raw strength is not everything in a fight, something that Jon and Robar repeatedly showed Grenn when they threw him into the dirt. But he was picking up on it, although slow as it may be.

The sun began to set and so they decided to make camp next to a small creek. Robar took care of the horses while he and Jon took the supplies, Grenn going to find them dinner ironically.

"So whos gonna teach our big baby how to swing a sword tonight?" Loras asked looking at Jon and Robar.

"You are," Jon said.

"Me?" Loras asked surprised. "Why me?"

"Because Robar and I have already spent two days with him, it's only fair that this time it would be you," Jon said.

"Oh no, I never agreed to this, it was you two who wanted to train him not I, so he is solely your problem."

"Well it's three of us in the group and him so it's only fair for you to do it now," Robar said,.

"Besides didn't you always want to train the next best swordsman in Westeros?" Jon asked, doing little to hide his smirk.

"I meant that once I was older but even if I did it now I would not take Grenn as my apprentice."

"Quit whining and do it, it's only for one hour, just show him the basics and if nothing else at least you will get a warm-up before one of us spars with you," Jon said and Loras sighed.

"Fine, I will train him but only if I get to take you on later," Loras said.

"Agreed," Robar said.

A while later Grenn returned with three rabbits and soon after Lady and Ghost did the same with one each. Loras and Robar both got used to Jons wolves by now but Grenn still seemed uneasy around them.

"Get away," Grenn said to Ghost as he stood few meters from him looking as the rabbits were being skinned.

"What scared of wolves Grenn?" Loras asked.

"Wolves no, but these things don't make me comfortable, especially him," Grenn said pointing his knife at Ghost, red eyes staring at the man and then at the rabbit.

"Come on Ghost you will get you dinner too," Jon said and the wolf turned his head to look at him, walking away moments later to lay down next to Lady.

As the dinner was being cooked over a fire time came for the practice.

"Alright, big guy let's begin the practice," Loras said and Grenn looked at him confused.

"You are going to show me tonight?"

"Well, I drew the short straw so I have no choice, so come one let get this over with."

Loras got up and took his sword, Grenn following him along.

"We will start with the basics, slowly," Loras said and Grenn nodded. "Strike from the left," Loras ordered and Grenn did so slowly, which Loras blocked. "Now from the right," Grenn did as asked.

The actions were repeated again and again, from left, right, up, trust towards the chest, each time a bit faster. They also worked on footwork and stance. Before he knew it an hour passed and time to eat had arrived.

"Was that so bad?" Robar asked cheekily.

"No, but it will still take him a lot of time to learn," Loras said.

"Well, we have time," Jon said.

"So how long will take us to reach Dorne?" Grenn asked.

"We are a day away from Summerhall, from there it should take us ten days or so to reach the Dornish border and Yronwood. From there we will take a ship."

"What is Dorne like?" Grenn asked.

"To tell the truth non of us here really knows, we have never been that far south," Robar said.

"The Dornish are crazy, all they want to do is fight and fuck, fuck and fight in that order," Loras said.

"And from where did you get that information?" Jon asked.

"Everyone knows it's true."

"I do know that the Dornish are more lacks compared to the rest of Westeros but that is due to the Rhoynar integrating with them when queen Nymiria came with her people and married into the Martells," Robar said.

"I did not take you for a historian Robar," Loras said.

"My maetser was strict, I and my brothers had to learn everything he taught us and to know an answer to any question at any moment. But history was my favorite subject when I saw a boy," Robar said fondly but Loras could see that there was also sadness there when he mentions his brothers.

"Let's just hope we don't run into the Martells," Loras said, disdain clear in his voice. What happened between him and his family happened but that does not mean that he forgave Oberyn for crippling his brother.

"Why?" asked Grenn. "Are they that dangerous?"

"Yes, but it's not for that reason I think Loras doesn't want us to meet them. Years ago there was a tourney at Highgarden, Lorass brother Willas participated in the joust and faced off against prince Oberyn Martell. During the joust Willas was hit and his horse fell on him, breaking his leg, he has had a limp ever since," Jon said.

"He did it on purpose," Loras said.

"You don't know that, accidents happen," Robar said.

"Not when it comes to the Red viper," Loars said bitterly. There was more to the hate between the Tyells and the Martells than just want to happen to his brother. The Dornish killed his ancestor Lyonel Tyrell using scorpions. There is much bad blood between the Reachers and the Dornish even today.

They spent some more time talking about Dorne, about what they knew of its people and it. Dorne was mostly desert so going there would be his first time seeing the endless sands. The climate was warmer than in the Reach as well.

Once the dinner was done they proceeded to rest for the night, Robar volunteering to take the first watch, he did for the second and Jon and Grenn for the rest. Sleep came quickly to him and he found himself in Renlys pavilion.

Grenn

Grenn lied on the ground next to the fire, Loras to his right and Robar opposite of him, Jon being the one to take the watch at the moment. Sleep was hard to find for him tonight, he kept thinking about what happened to him in the last few days, everything from being caught poaching to fighting in a battle and being received by a lord. He hated nobility from the moment his parents died before his eyes, withering away each day in pain and when they asked for help from their lord he did nothing. From that moment he was alone in the world, left to himself. To survive he did whatever job he could find, if it offered a roof over his head and a loaf of bread he took it.

He never stayed in one place too long, the fear of what happened to his village happening there as well constantly on his mind. Over the years he became angrier at everything and everyone. It wasn't other people's fault his life was like this but he still envied those who had it better than he did. As a boy, his mother would tell him that the gods watch over them all but now he felt that the gods did not exist and if they do they were cruel beings to allow someone to go through life as he did. That started to change when he met these three.

At first, they looked like any highborn cunts he saw before, shiny armors, swords at their hips and arrogant smiles. He hated them as he did all the other nobles, his hatred only grew when he took him prisoner and intended to hand him over to some lord to do as he pleases. When they offered him the chance at freedom by fighting he didn't even think about it he just took it, if killing a few stupid nobles was the price of his freedom then so be it.

When the battle was over for a moment he thought that they will sell him out, that they won't keep their word but they did. What he was taken back by is how they treated him afterward, they did not insult him or threaten him, well Jon and Robar didn't but Loras still acted like an ass towards him. During their stay at the castle, he was given clothes he never dreamed of having and sat at the lord's table, eating and drinking as if he was one of them. He learned things about the three knights that help him captive before the arrival at the castle, Jon was a bastard if Lord Eddard Stark, Loras was a son of a powerful house in the Reach and Robar was from a family in the Vale, the latter two he remembered being told when he was first captured. The three of them got along splendidly and he learned the reason why. Jon and Loras were raised together, and Robar was a knight to served with them when they were knights of the kingsguard to Renly Baratheon.

He never had anyone like that, someone who was there beside you, a true friend and for that, he felt jealous. They were good to him, apart from Loras getting under his skin every so often and that lessened the feeling of envy. When they asked him to come along with them be could barely believe it, these knights wanted him to join them. He didn't know what to think, various thoughts ran through his mind at that moment everything from taking the offer to refusing it for the possibility of them wanting him to be their servant. In the end, something in his mind told him that he could trust them, especially Jon.

The first night they made camp a thought did came to him, to steal their horses and leave them there but he pushed it back. He was never a part of something, never a part of a family or any group really, never really fitting in anywhere but these men gave him a chance at something, to be someone, to be a part of something. These men were knights, when they started training him he dared to believe that he will become one, one day. The fact that they were going to war did frighten him but Jon assured him that war is not worse than what he already been through during their battle. Grenn had mixed feelings about this war, on one hand, they would be fighting for a noble, even if that noble was Jons brother and a king but on the other hand, this was an opportunity he never thought he would have in his life.

As he continued to ponder a large white head came out of nowhere, its red eyes staring at him. "Get away you overgrown mutt," Grenn said as he pushed the wolfs snout away from him.

"Ghost leave him," he heard Lorass voice say, the wolf first looked at Loras and then did as told. "He might eat you in your sleep," japed Loras.

"He can certainly try," Grenn said back.

"My money is on the direwolf," Loras said smirking. "You saw what it can do, right?"

"Aye I did, and for the first time, I might just agree with you. That thing is dangerous."

"Ghost is not a thing, is a living being like us, but only a giant wolf."

"Yes well, that wolf is almost the same size as my horse. Where did it come from anyway?"

Loras looked at Ghost. "It was a gift to Jon from his father, Jons brothers found six pups in the woods and each took one, the last one was left for Jon."

"Jons father is the Lord who was killed in Kings Landing?" Grenn asked.

"Yes, Lord Eddard, a good man, an honorable one, killed by those who know nothing about honor."

"That's what this war is about, revenge?"

"For those from the North yes, but it's not revenge, its justice. But for those from the south, it's to put the rightful king on the throne, or at least it was," Loras said and Grenn could see pain in Loras's eyes when he said the last part.

"For what do you fight for?"

"And why should I tell you?"

"We are traveling together, you are teaching me to fight, cant I know something about you?"

Loras stared at Grenn and sighed. "I fought for both before, Jon, Robar and I, but now we fight only for justice, to see those who hurt our loved ones pay for their sins."

"What bout your family, aren't you supposed to be with them?"

Loras looked at the ground, a look of shame on his face. This was the first time Grenn saw Loras without a confidant smile. After a moment of silence, Loras spoke. "My family chose betrayal over doing the right thing and so I left, I refused to take part in it."

"Why would you leave, you had everything you could ever ask for?" Grenn asked.

"Not everything, not my brother, not Jon."

"So you turned you back on your family to go with Jon."

"Jon is my family," Grenn wanted to ask another question seeming that Loras was in the mood to talk and not just mock him but was not given the chance. "Why did you come along, what is your reason for joining us? And be honest with me as I was with you."

"I lost my parents when I was a boy."

"Jon told me as much."

"I didn't have it easy as you did, I had to survive day by day. While you practiced your swords, slept in warm beds and watched tourneys I worked to live. I hated my life, I never got close to anyone really, I never belonged anywhere. No one ever did me any real kindness until Jon did. The deal we made for my freedom was one thing but everything after was another. He treated me better than anyone had in a long time. Most people see me and think that I'm nothing more than a simpleton. Aye, I'm not the smartest person but I'm not a fool. Jon didn't care about any of that, he could have given me up but he didn't, he didn't need to give me this chance but he did. I asked him and he said he wants nothing from me, that it's my choice if I want to stay or not. I never belonged anywhere and then he comes along and gives me a place. That's why I did it, not just for myself but also for me, we might not know each other for that long but for some reason he did all of that for me, and I don't want to let him down, to let everything go to waste."

For a while, not reply came from Loras he only looked at Grenn. "Jon has that effect on people."

"Huh?"

"He keeps me on the ground for instants, he makes friends with men that were his rivals just moments ago. People like him for who he is and they trust him for it."

"Aye it seems so," Grenn said looking at the sleeping Jon.

"He will never let you down, he will stand by you to the very end, that's who he is."

"You really think so?"

"I know so, I spent my whole life with him, I don't know how my life would have turned out of he did not come in it," The two looked at Jon, who was still asleep.

"Would you two keep it down, not everyone can sleep like a bear," Robar said in a hushed tone.

"Sorry," said Loras. "Come one now, its your turn to watch."

"Alright," Grenn said and got up.

Loras lied down on the ground, putting his head over a beg "Also forget everything I said," Loras said sternly.

"Will do," Grenn said with a smirk.

AN: As always thank you all for reading and to those who reviewed the story.

DarthMaine: I could say who it is but I kinda want it to be a reveal for Jon and the company.

BioHazard82: Thank man, I appreciate it.

Force Smuggler: No it's not Varys and yes the Martells probably won't be too happy when they find out, Oberyn especially.

XxDragon King DragneelxX: Thank you for your support, Dorne will be maybe in the next, at the very latest beginning of the chapter after that.

Donolotdh: On the books but I just thought that Arthur wielding two swords was even more badass.

Lyrna: I'm not offended, I'm going to continue with Marg/Jon thing, I have a plan for it. He was Robar so that can give him access to the Royces, Randyll is a loyalist so the Tarlys too, the Martells are going to be Martells, Doran playing the game as he always does. Sansa is his sister so he would never do it. And Dany is his aunt so no. That doesn't mean there won't be moves made by some of the houses.