Chapter 22

Jon

Jon, Robar, Grenn and Loras rode until the crumbled castle of Summerhall was finally in sight. All that remained of the once-proud sit that belonged to the Targaryen princes was a pile of ruins. As they neared the walls the real extent of the destruction that destroyed the castle and killed its occupants was shown. The walls were blackened from the fire and the stones of its walls seemed to have been melted together. It all reminded Jon of Harenhall, he first saw the great castle that Aegon the Conqueror obliterated using his dragon when he was ten, Jon and Loras were among the group of squires and knights that accompanied lord Mace to a tourney that lord Hoster threw for his son's name day. On the way to Riverrun, they passed Harenhall, or what was left of it. Back then he wondered why would the Whents or any family live in such a place, yes there were great lands that the lordship of the castle offered but you don't need to live in it. And there was also the curse that the people talked about, that every family that holds the castle will fall.

This place remained Jon of that and he could not help but feel a shiver run down his spine when they finally reached the castle proper, So much tragedy and pain in this one place. Jon never cared about the Targaryens, Aerys killed his grandfather and uncle and his son rapped aunt Lyanna but seeing this, he felt pity for those who perished inside.

"What could cause something like this?" Grenn asked as he looked at the castle. "A fire?"

"Not a normal fire, only wildfire could cause something like this," Robar said in a serious tone.

"The Targaryens always did like to play with fire," Loras said.

"Didn't your family fight for them?" Grenn asked.

"They did, but the Targarynes are gone, plus I never cared for them like some of my family did. I don't have a single memory about them and considering what they did during the rebellion," Loras said looking at Jon. "I never will."

Jon looked at his friend. "This is a good spot as any to make camp. Robar and I will take care of the camp, while you and Grenn go find us something to eat."

Loras looked reluctantly at Grenn but after a moment he nodded and left with him.

"They seem to be getting along," Robar said.

"At least they have stopped trying to kill each other," Jon replied.

"We will see how long it lasts."

"I hope it lasts at least until we reach Dorne. We will rest here and then go down the Boneway, it will take us somewhere around seven days to reach the Dornish border, depending on how much progress we make and how fast," Jon said turning to look at the castle once again.

"No one should end like that, not even the Targaryens. I always heard that Aegon the fifth was a good king."

"He wasn't the only one who died here, his family did too."

"But not all of them, one of his sons survived and so did some others," Robar said. Jon knew who survived also, maybe if they didn't then his father and his family would still be alive considering Robert's rebellion happened because of those who survived and everything afterward. "Ser Duncan also perished here, the truest knight to ever live died here."

Jon had forgotten about ser Duncan the Tall, the lord commander of the Kingsguard during the reign of his squire Aegon the unlikely. Every boy that ever wanted to be a knight had probably heard a story about the famed knight. He remembered when Old Nan told him and Robb as a story about Ser Duncan coming to Winterfell during the time of hardship for the North, the ironborn tried to take the North but the Starks with the help from Ser Duncan and Aegon managed to defeat them and push them back to the see.

Once Jon thought ta he could be like Ser Duncan, a true knight, a hero but now he doubted that possibility.

"Jon, Jon," Robar said and Jon shook his head.

"Forgive me, I was miles away. What did you say?"

"I said let's get the camp ready."

"Yeah, right."

The camp was set just outside what was once the main gatehouse. They gathered the firewood and got a fire going. A while later Loras and Grenn returned with a fresh kill, a boar. The two were bickering about something as they approached.

"A fine kill," Jon said.

"Thank you, I shot him," Loras said.

"Your shot missed the mark, it was my arrow that brought it down," Grenn said smirking.

"Yeah right," Loras said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I'm a poacher remember, I might not be good with a blade as you are but using a bow and arrow is something I'm good at. You are not bad yourself but your skills seem to be a bit rusty."

"Rusty, I will show you rusty," Loras growled.

"Is that a challenge?" Grenn asked.

"Yes, it is."

"Fine, let's do it. That tree over there is about fifty paces for us, hit the center and you will prove that you are the better archer," Grenn said. Loras looked at him and moved into position.

"When was the last time he shot an arrow?" Robar asked.

"Two years ago during a hunt, we went with his father," Jon answered.

"And how did he do?"

"You are about to find out," Jon said in a chicky tone.

Loras took his position, pulled an arrow from his quiver and placed it at his bow. He aimed the shot towards the tree and released the bowstring, the arrow flying in the direction of the tree but missing it just barely. Jon looked at Grenn who was smirking at the annoyed Loras.

"Did you say something?" Grenn asked.

"Not fair, I wasn't ready,"

"It's my turn now so step aside," Loras complied but he continued to glare at Grenn. Grenn did the same thing as Loras did, pulled an arrow, aimed and loose. But unlike Loras, Grenn hit dead center of the tree.

"I can do that," Loras said.

"Loras, you have not shot an arrow for two years, and even back then you were mediocre archer at best. You might be able to use any melee weapon with efficiency but long-range was never your strong suit," Jon said.

"I'm just a bit rusty, I can do it," Loras protested. As if do confirm Jons point, Grenn shot another arrow at the tree, hitting the tree again right above the previous one. "I think Grenn has proven to be the better archer, probably the best here. Now let's leave it at that and make dinner."

While Robar and Loras skinned and prepared the boar, it fell to Jon to train Grenn this time. Grenn was learning although really slowly, he did not have the luxury of being trained by a master at arms since he was a boy like the rest of them were. They went over footwork and basic attacks just like the day before. Once the meat was done they ate and went to sleep, they would need to wake up early tomorrow to continue on their journey.

He was dreaming about roaming the woods again, he was aware of every sent, every movement in the dark. He could see Lady beside him. As he continued to move through the woods the dream changed, he could not see the trees anymore and there was not Lady beside him, instead, he was in the ruins of Summerhall in what he presumed used to be the great hall. Looking around he saw nothing but burned walls. Then a massive fire erupted out one nowhere consuming everything around him, Jon tried to run but he had nowhere to go. Panic engulfed him, this is supposed to be a dream but he could feel the heat of the fire on his face. In the fire he saw a form of a lion standing over a broken and headless body of a wolf, he saw a winged serpent coming out from a castle made from snow, a once magnificent city near a river that now lay in ruin and a city in a desert that was long since been left to the sands.

Then as the flames came ever closer to him, they vanished and how he stood in front of a tower, three figured in beaming white armor faced six shadows.

"Our prince wanted us here," one of the figures said. Jon came closer and saw the figure of the man who spoke. The man was clad in all white armor, a greatsword in his hands was pale as milkglass. Jon looked closer at the other two knights, one had a bull's head helmet and the other a bat on his helm.

"Arthur Dayne, Gerold Hightower, Oswell Whent," Jon thought, there could not be anyone else. He heard stories in the Reach about these knights, especially about the lord commander from the Hightowers. The next thing he saw was a shooting star in the sky.

"The sword of the morning, find him," the voice said. "Find him!" Everything turned black after that he was woken by yelling and shaking.

"Jon! Jon! Wake up!" Loras shouted. Jon opened his eyes to see his three companions standing above him, concerned looks on their faces. He could feel cold sweat on his neck and back.

Jon lifted himself up. "What happened?" He asked in a daze.

"You were screaming in your sleep, we tried to wake you but you would open your eyes. What had you screaming so much?"

Jon shook his head, he didn't know what do to, what to say to them because he didn't know what he even saw. If he told them they might think him a madman. "Nothing, it was just a bad dream."

"Are you sure?" Robar asked worriedly.

Jon rubbed his eyes with his hands. "Aye, just a bad dream, that's all. They have been happening from time to time for a while."

"Are you sure you are right?" asked Loras.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, lets just get back to sleep, shall we?" Jon said as the others watched him. After a moment of silence they agreed and went back to sleep. Jon rolled over to his side but he found no more sleep that night, his mind fixed on the things he saw in his dream and what he heard.

Kings Ladning

Pypar

If anyone told him that he would be a spy one day he would have called them mad but now he was doing that exact thing or more precisely spying on Tywin Lannister. Boss somehow managed to make him a part of the Lannister household guard in the Red Keep, although he did have to receive proper training before that to at least hope to pass as one of the guards. He wasn't big as some of the guards but he didn't have to, all he had to do is blend in and not attract any attention, which was easier than he thought, at least up to a point. The Lannisters did not pay much attention to their guards but others like the Tyrells did.

In the time since he arrived here, he got to know the lions a bit, the queen and her younger brother both liked to drink, he saw it first hand and the servants confirmed it also. The queen was a bitch to put it lightly, yelling at servants and always walking with this smug attitude, while her brother was of a different sort and the two seemed to detest each other. Lord Tywin was everything the boss said he would be, cold, straight to the point and always wary. Everyone in the Lannister guard respected and feared the man even captain Vylarr.

So far any information he got he sent to the boss using the network of spies inside the keep. Many of them were like him, people of low birth who were offered something better in the future. He was a part of a mummers group when boss first approached him and gave him the offer, initially he was skeptical and wasn't really prepared to take the offer but the man said that he could use my unique talents and have a promise of a large sum of gold when the job was over.

At first, it was nothing too hard, he just watched people, heard what they spoke and reported in but as time went on he got better at his job and the boss trusted him more and that's how he ended up in the Red Keep watching over the lions and the roses too but to a lesser extent.

Pyper was in the barracks that the guard was assigned too when the captain walked in, all of the men including him stood at attention.

"Captain," said one of the men.

"Men, I came to give you your orders for today," The captain looked in his direction, beside him stood four more men. "Walder, Nickolas, Alwis, Tomas and two others will guard the king today, another six are to be assigned to lord Tywin, the queen and lord Tyrion will be assigned with standard escorts for the day. Are the orders clear?" The captain asked in a commanding tone.

"Yes sir," all of the men said at once.

"Good, get ready and move to your assignments."

Tomas was the name he was given for his assignment, nothing special about it, just how it was supposed to be. His experience as a mummer and some of the training he got later allowed him to easily blend in with the rest of the men here. He got to know some of them well, to them he was Tomas Hill from Lannisport, a guard just like them.

The day passed uneventfully, they just shadowed the king as he and his future bride lady Margaery walked through the gardens, then they have lunch with the queen. After that, his shift ended and was relieved by his other supposed comrades.

There was nothing really of note to report, the king as acting just as he always did and the rose of Highgarden seemed to feed his ego during the entire day, She was smart she knew how to deal with him better than his mother could if everything he heard so far was true.

Pyp was also given the order to infiltrate lord Tywin solar if he could and find any sensitive information that could be useful. So far he had no success with that, Lord Tywins solar was usually guarded but he concocted a plan to fix that. He knew another spy that worked in the kitchens so using her and some others he managed to tamper with the food that the guards would be eating that day. It was his luck that lord Tywin left the job of guarding his solar to a few select men that he appointed personally, the man was careful.

He slipped away from his group by telling them that he a wench to meet and carefully made his way to the Tower of the hand and the hands solar, making sure that no one was following him along the way.

"The drug should be starting to take effect about now," Pyp thought as he climbed the stairs. Lord Tywin was at the small council meeting right now so that gave him a perfect opportunity.

Once he was near the solar he saw the guard that was stationed there, this one was familiar to him, Pyp did make an effort to get to know the select few that were close to Lord Tywin. As he neared the door he greeted the other guard.

"Hey Tomas," the other man replied. He was trying to stand at attention but the drug was taking its toll on him, he was slightly bent over and his face was starting to become green. Pyp raised an eyebrow.

"You don't look so good Ben."

"I don't feel so good either," the guard said and belched.

"What's wrong?"

"My stomach that's what, I think that the lunch I ate did not sit well with me," the guard said and belched again.

"It can't be that bad," Pyp said and then a loud noise was heard coming from the guards stomach.

"Oh no," the guard said, a worried look on his face. "Listen I need you to stay here instead of me while I go to the shiter."

"I would but it's your duty to guard the hands solar, not mine."

"Lord Tywin is going to have a pile of shit in front of his solar if you don't," the guard said agitatedly.

Pyp pretended to think it over for a moment and then gave an answer. "Fine, but it's not my fault if lord Tywin sees me instead of you."

"Thank you Tom," the man said and ran to find the nearest restroom. Pyp took a place in front of the door, standing at attention for few moments to make sure that the other guard left before he slowly opened the door and made his way inside. What instantly caught his attention was the large desk covered his papers. Pypar moved towards the desk and started to look around the various parchments that were in front of him. Nothing was of any real significance, costs for the army provisions, the resources that the Reach brought to the fold, sums that were owned by the crown.

Then he started to pick through the draws, nothing too significant was there until he moved his hand to the last one, it was locked. A locked draw had to have something important in it. He was just about to start picking the lock when a voice was heard from the hall outside.

"There is supposed to be a guard here. Why isn't he here?" At that moment Pyp started to panic, it seems that was luck was about to run out, he would be killed for this for sure. A knock came from the door. "Lord Tywin, are you inside?

Panic engulfed him now, he was done for. His mind races until he came up with a desperate idea, an idea that just might work. "What is it?" Pyp said while going his best impression of Lord Tywin Lannister's voice.

"My lord there is no guard in front of the door," the man said from the other side. The doorknob started to move.

"That because he is in here with me you fool," Pyp said in an annoyed tone which seemed to make the man stop from entering the solar. "Now is there anything important you came here for or are you here to waste my precious time?"

"No my lord, forgive me, I just thought..." the man said in a broken tone.

"You thought yes, now leave me to my work."

"Yes my lord."

"Now where were we?" Pyp said, adding the last part to sell the mummery as best as he could. He heard the footsteps going away from the door and soon he could not hear them anymore. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. This was a close one.

After composing himself he returned to his task, picking the locked drawer. It took him a moment and some effort to unluck the blasted thing, he was a better mummer than he was a thief. Inside he found letters. As he dug through them he found ones with two very peculiar sigils on them.

"The boss is going to like this," Pyp said as he read the letters. Once done he moved everything back in its place. He knew that he could not take any of the letters because if he did and lord Tywin will realize that it's missing he would know that someone had been snooping around.

Exiting the solar he took a look around to see that no one was there and then took his post in front of the door, like any good guard. It was sometime later that Ben came back, he looked better than he did earlier.

"You alright now Ben?" Pyp asked in a concerned tone.

"Yeah, I'm better, I think I should last the rest of my shift without any further runs to the lavatory."

"Good to hear," Pyp moved away from the door and the other man took his place.

"Thank you Tom, I owe you one."

"Don't mention it, just don't shit yourself," The man gave him a little glare, "Now if you would excuse me I have to go."

Just as he was about to turn the guard asked "What were you doing here anyway, wasn't your shift over?"

Pyp have the guard a sly smile "I was looking for a certain maid, I heard he was working here today."

The man laughed "You lucky bastard."

Pypar did not say anything, he just smiled and walked away from the hands solar.

Margaery

The day so far had been exhausting, she had to follow Joffrey around for most of the morning and afternoon and during the lunch, when she was with the king and his mother she had another one of those conversations with the queen where she discretely threatened her in some way, she shook Cersies words off because this was starting to become a routine with the queen and Margaery knew that it won't stop any time soon. The only reason that she didn't fear Cersei as much as she did Joffrey was because of lord Tywin, the lord of the Westerlands knew that he had to keep her and her family on his good side if he wished to win this war and because of that he would do what is needed to ensure her safety as long as she and her family are useful to him.

Margaery saw how the queen looked at her and how she spoke to her, it was no secret that Cersei does not approve of the match between her and Joffrey, she doubted that the queen approved of any match really. If what was already said true and Margaery had little reason to doubt it, Joffrey was the son of the Lannister twins and it would surprise her if the queen wanted her son to marry his sister. It was as if the twins were Targaryens and not Lannisters.

Margaery did start to feel melancholic as the time went on, everything here felt wrong, she could not but feel her every move being watched, sometimes even when she was in her bedroom. There were spies all over the Red Keep, the queens, the hands, her grandmothers, the spiders, and even hers ironically, this place was like a nest of wipers, the only ones missing to truly make it so were the wipers themselves, only gods know what chaos it would be if they came to the capitol.

Her ladies and her brother offered her company and she appreciated it, even her father spent a good amount of his free time with her but she could not help but still feel some resentment towards him for selling her as he did, her grandmother even more.

Olenna's words still echoed through her mind, that there was no place for love here and Margaery was starting to believe that and to accept it. She would never feel the love she once did, that much was true, on one hand, that brought her misery and pain but on the other, it brought her determination. If she could not have love then she would try to have power. If she could get her claws deep enough in Joffrey he might just listen to her. The Lannisters might defeat the Starks in the Riverlands and drive them back North but there was no way to take the North. Armies have tried to take the North before, going through the Neck they either drowned in the bogs or died from the venom of its many more dangerous inhabitants. Trying to invade from the sea is another option, one which the ironborn have already proven possible but holding the North would be a much bigger issue, especially once the winter comes.

The best way to resolve this conflict would be to get Joffrey to sue for peace if only she could get him to do it. Sansa was another thing she had to take care of, Margaery knew that the poor girl could not stay in the capital any further, it is too painful for her. So far she had managed to come up with a plan to get Sansa out, a risky one but one that could work. If they could get Sansa to marry her brother Willas that would allow her to leave the capital for Highgarden, a place far safer than this city. She would be out of reach to Joffrey and the rest of the Lannister. The thing was that she could not do this alone, she needed help from her grandmother, a fact that she hated.

"My lady, lady Margaery is here to see you," Left said before she entered the room, not caring about the guard at all. She walked towards her grandmother who was sitting in her solar, a teacup in her hand. Olenna gave Margaery an inquisitive look.

"What is it, child?" Olenna asked.

"We need to talk," replied Margaery. Olenna looked at her granddaughter, studying her. Moments later she told her to guard to leave and Margaery sat down opposite of her grandmother.

"Tell me what's on your mind?"

"Sansa Stark," Margaery said simply.

"What about her, do you intend to rescue her from this place, to ride into the Great hall and snatch her away?"

"In a way, yes, but I need your help to do it," Margaery said and this seemed to pick Olenna interest.

"Why would I do that?" Olenna asked skeptically.

"Because that poor gild was been through enough, no one should watch their father being killed and then being held captive with the same people who did the did."

"I know you have something better than this so get to it."

"Sansa is the first daughter of the warden of the North, she was a claim to it, marry her to someone and their children have the claim also."

"And you have this, someone, in mind specifically?"

"I do, Willas. If he and Sansa marry his children will have a claim to Winterfell and the North, if nothing else then Willas will have a wife that will give him heirs. You have been trying to find Willas a match for a long time with little success, so there you have it." Olenna looked at Margaery, the old woman was clearly in deep thought.

"You think that this could work?"

"I think so. The only obstacle would be getting to her without the Lannisters getting to her first."

"The Lannisters won't allow her to leave the keep, let alone the city so getting g her to Highgarden is out of the question. Willas would have to come here to make it happen and it would have to be done quickly. The Lannisters need us for our resources and army but that doesn't mean that they will let us do whatever we want."

"I am aware of that."

"I do have to say this is a nice little scheme you concocted, Its good to see that you haven't lost your edge my sweetling," Margaery didn't reply, she only stared at her grandmother.

"Is that a yes?" Margaery asked after a moment.

"It is," Olenna said with a small smile. That was all Margaery needed to hear for now, her plan was set into motion. As she moved to the door her grandmother continued. "It is good to see that you are finally letting go of him, its making you think more clearly."

Margaery only shot a glare at Olenna before she exited the chambers, her ladies waiting for her outside.

Radnyll Tarly

Finding out who he could trust in such a short time wasn't easy but he managed to do it, even if it was a small group it was a start. In his tent sat Ser Hyle Hunt and his cousin Ser Alyn, Simon Ashford, Ser Buford Bulwer and Lord Jon Oldflowers. The first two are the bannermen of House Tarly and the latter three have one thing in common with him, they hate the Tyrells. Each of the three believes that Highgarden should have gone to his house after the fall of the Gardeners and the latest actions of the Tyrells did little to change those feelings. To all of them, the Tyrells were nothing more than stewards that were reaching too far.

These men might wish the same thing but they are honorable, men of their word and Randyll knew that he could trust them. Buford was fostered at Horn Hill as a boy and lord Jon was an old but proud man who had lost a son during the battle of the Trident, for that he swore vengeance against the Baratheons and all those who followed them. Jon was one of the few who did not raise their banners for Renly but now he was ready to fight the Baratheon who sat on the iron throne. And the Ashfords were always one of the most loyal bannermen to the Targaryens.

Randyll looked at each one of the men presents, their stoic faces giving nothing away.

"My lords you must be wondering why I gathered you here," he said.

"Aye we do," Bulford said in a booming voice.

"It's not like you to just drag us somewhere for no reason Radnyll, so tell us what's this all about?" Jon said.

"What I'm about to tell you can not leave this room, is that clear?" Randyll asked looking at each one of the men present. All of them looked at him with surprise and interest but nodded.

"I gathered you here because I deemed that you could be trusted with the truth, I don't know who else will join us but right now only ones that could be trusted are in this room."

"Spit it out Randyll," Bulford said.

Radnyll looked at his friend in the eyes. "Rheagars son is alive," the lord of Horn Hill said and all present looked at him with complete shock.

"Are you sure my lord?" Alyn asked and Randyll nodded.

"Aegon lives?" Jon asked.

"No, no Aegon. It appears that the prince had a second son, this second son had been raised as a bastard his whole life, Im not sure if he truly is one but I would not dare doubt in prince Rheagars integrity. The prince was not his father."

"If not Aegon than who?" asked Lord Oldflowers.

"Lord Tyrell's former ward Jon Snow."

"Ned Starks bastard?" asked Simon surprised.

"Aye," Rednyll said.

"Howe sure of this are you?" Bulwer asked.

"Completely, all of the pieces add up."

"Whos the mother then?" asked Alyn. Before Randyll could answer lord Jon beat him to it.

"Lyanna Stark," the old lord said.

"Yes," Tarly said.

"They said that the prince took her," Alyn said.

"A lie, the prince was not a man who would just decide to take another woman without her approval. Rheagar was a noble man, honorable he would never commit such a crime."

"Ned Stark goes to Dorne, comes back with a child which he claims is his bastard. A lie told to protect the baby because if Robert or Tywin would out they would have killed the child without a second thought," lord Jon said.

"More like a lie to protect Roberts ass," Bulwer said. "If one son of Rheagars lived that would have meant that further war. Ned Stark chose the stag over his own blood."

"That might be true as well. This would explain what the kingsgaurd were doing in Dorne, to begin with, they were there to fight at the Trident because they were protecting a prince," Jon said.

"You think the boy is trueborn?" Hyle asked.

"It wouldn't be the first time that a Targaryen took a second wife," Jon said.

"Or the marriage with princes Elia could have been revoucted, we don't know that yet but what we know is that that boy is Rheagar's son," Randyll said.

"What evidence is there?" Alyn asked.

"Besides the perfect timing of his birth, the boy seems to have an immunity to fire, some of you must have seen it during the tourney in Kings Landing," Tarly said and Hyle and Jon nodded. "Besides that, the boy has his father's voice and fighting skills. If that is not enough then all that you need to do is look at his face, he was the Stark coloring that is true but he also was the facial features normally associated with the Targaryens, more specifically Rheagar."

"If that is true then why has no one figured it out sooner?" Alyn asked.

"Because lad people don't pay attention to bastards, even ones as accomplished as Jon Snow. Also, Ned Stark was considered was one of the most honorable men in the kingdoms, if he said he had a bastard, people easily believed it," Jon said.

"So the boy is Rheagars fine, what do we do about it?" Bulwer asked.

"First we need to find him, thanks to the Tyrell all sign of him since Bitterbridge is gone. I have sent men to look for him but with little success. The last I heard he was traveling towards the Stormlands. Ser Loras and Robar are with him."

"You think they could be trusted?" Jon asked.

"I'm not sure about that, only time would tell," Tarly said. "Now that you know the truth can I count on you?" Silence filled the tent as the lords looked at each other.

"Aye," Bulwar said first.

"House Hunt is sworn to House Tarly, what you order we obey," Hyle said.

"House Oldflowers will stand with you as well lord Tarly but if we are to do what I think you intend us to do we would need more allies."

"I would gladly get family to side with you but lord Jon is right, we are too few." Simon said, uncertanly.

"Am aware of that, we would need to see who else from the Reach could be counted on. We need to be careful about this. Maybe we can get some of the others loyalist houses to side with us in time but we can do nothing without the boy."

The men in the room agreed. Then the wing of the tent opened and a soldier stepped in. Tarly glared at the man.

"Didn't I say not to be desturbed," Tarly said in an angry tone.

"Forgive me my lord but there is a man who is demanding to speak with you," the guard said in a shaky tone.

"Tell him to wait I will speak to him once done here."

Then a voice came from behind the guard. "Is that any way to treat an old acquaintance Lord Tarly?" The man was standing right behind the guard looking at them, his face covered with a hood, but Rendyll could see his mouth, the man was smiling.

"You are you to enter here without permission?" Tarly asked agitated.

"A man who always has a choice."

AN: Jon had a vision so things might change from here on. I thought that having Pyp as a spy would be a good idea considering his beckground. It is said that Pyp can imitate 100 voices in the books and he was a mummer.

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