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High Valyrian will be italicized
Dothraki will be bolded
Inner thoughts will be in between apostrophes
Chapter 2: Through the eyes of Snow
The sound of horses can be heard in the distance. 'Must be the King and his party' Jon thinks. He is proven right when he sees a group of horses and a large, horse-drawn box on wheels go through the gates of Winterfell. At the head of the party was Robert Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Jon will never understand why people insist on having such an excessive amount of titles. "Then again, what would a bastard know of such things?" he thinks aloud in a resigned tone. While growing up as the bastard of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, Jon always felt like the odd man out. It wasn't terrible or anything, but being around his father's LEGITIMATE children always just served to remind him that he wasn't one of them. That he was a bastard. And nothing more. His father treated him the same as he did all his children, and the guards and servants treated him impartially. But there were still those who loved to remind him his illegitimacy. One of those people is Then Greyjoy, his father's ward(or captive. depended on who you asked) never missed an opportunity to make some joke about him being a bastard. Another was Sansa Stark, his father's eldest daughter and his half-sister. A fact that she just LOVES to point out to him when ever he was mentioned as JUST her brother. The last, and by far the most hostile of the lot, was his father's lady wife, Catelyn Stark. With her it was different. While Theon was joking and Sansa was condescending, Lady Catelyn was down right HATEFUL towards him. She never spoke to him unless absolutely necessary, and when she did, she had this tone of hostility in her voice. Though he couldn't completely blame. While to others he would only be Ned Stark's bastard, to her Jon would be a never-ending reminder of her husband's adultery. 'at least Robb and Arya don't hate or belittle me'. Ned Stark's oldest son and heir to Winterfell, Robb, was always nice to him. He didn't seem to care that Jon was a bastard, only that they were brothers. Arya was even better. She was the polar opposite of Sansa. Where Sansa liked to sew, Arya would rather swordfight. Where Sansa loves wearing dresses and being a lady, Arya despises both. They even look different, as where Sansa adopted their mother's Tully looks, Arya adopted their mother's Northern features. Black hair, gray eyes, and according to Sansa at least, incredibly dull and ugly. "Your Grace" Jon was jerked out of his thoughts by the sound of his lord father's voice as he greeted and his old friend and king. "Winterfell is yours" Lord Stark says to King Robert, who replies with "you've gotten fat". His father looks down at the king's own fat belly than looks back at his face with a smirk, as if to say 'look who's talking' Robert picks up on this and immediately starts into a dry-throated chuckle which turns into a loud, hearty laugh, then hugs his best friend. The door to the wheel house is opened by a guard wearing Lannister armor and out comes Cersei Lannister, Robert's wife and the Queen. Two children exit with her a girl and a boy a few years apart with the girl being the elder of the two, both with golden hair and blue eyes. 'Tommen and Myrcella I'm guessing' the king's two younger children 'which would make the other blonde, blue-eyed boy on the horse Joffrey' the king's eldest son and the Crown Prince of the Realm. His lord father introduced his family to the king, with the obvious exception of Jon of course, 'as it would not be proper for a King to speak to a bastard' as Lady Stark said to him before the king arrived.
Once Lord Stark finished introducing his family, King Robert says "Take me to the crypt. I want to pay my respects." "We've been traveling for over a month my love, I think we could use some rest" said the Queen in an exasperated tone. "Now Ned" Robert's voice had a definite finality in it. And with that, Jon's father led the king to the Crypts of Winterfell, when out of nowhere... "WELL, I guess my father didn't feel bothered to introduces use the way Lord Stark did for his family. Shame". Everyone's heads instantly turned to the source of the voice. It was a boy, a little shorter than Joffrey, with black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a simple breastplate from the Stormlands and had a sword on his hip and a war hammer on his back. The boy dismounted, walked in front of Lady Stark and said
"Hello, I am Orys Baratheon, the second born son of King Robert and Queen Cersei" he said with a smile on his face. "That is Joffrey, my older brother by one year and the Crown Prince. And this stunning young girl is my younger sister Myrcella." he introduced his sister who blushed from being called stunning "while this big, strong warrior is my younger brother Tommen" who in smiled shyly and gave a small wave. 'hm, now THAT is how siblings should behave' Jon thinks as he watches the Prince's introductions. "As you might have guessed, this is my mother Queen Cersei. And that of course is my uncle and my mother's twin brother, Ser Jaime Lannister, brave knight of the Kingsguard." Both Lannisters held up their heads as they were being introduced. "AANndd my other uncle Tyrion should be here, but it appears he scampered of somewhere. hm, oh well, maybe later." he said while shrugging his shoulders. "and this is your family correct Lady Stark?" Orys said as he addressed Lord Stark's wife. "yes, my prince. This is my eldest Robb" she gestured to her son who standed to her right. "Hello my prince, Welcome to Win" he was cut off mid sentence by Orys saying "oh please, none that 'my prince' shite. Just call me Orys ok?" Robb recoiled as if struck looking completely gob smacked. "Ok, Orys, Welcome to Winterfell. And if I am calling you Orys, than I insist you call me Robb." he added when he noticed that Orys was about to call him 'my lord'. He looked impressed for a moment before saying "well ok then" he moved on to Sansa "You must Sansa Stark" he grabbed here hand and kissed her knuckles "I see that you have inherited your mother's beauty, and I'm sure you will be even more beautiful as you mature. Any lord would be lucky to call you his lady wife." he said with a half smirk and a voice that seems to just OOZE charisma. Sansa blushes and stutters, not sure how to respond to that, and eventually just curtsies and gives a quiet "thank you". The prince moves on to Arya, at whom he stares intently, looking her up and down before asking "how old are you boy? 12?" "14. And I'm a GIRL" Arya replies rather loudly with scowl on her face. "Hm, so you are. My apologies. You seem less...lady-like than your older sister that's all. More of a fighter than a lady" he said with a small smile. Arya's scowl quickly turned into a bright smile and said "thank you. I want to be a fighter, but my mother and father won't let me. They say I have to act like a 'proper lady'." she said with an annoyed tone "well, I can't really do anything about that, but if you ever want some tips on how to fight, just tell me and I'll show you." he said with an affirmative wink. Arya nodded her head up and down so fast Jon thought it might fall right off. Orys moved on to Bran and Rickon and ruffled both of their heads before giving them the same offer. After they both voiced their agreement, the prince's gaze fell on Jon.
He gestured to him and asked "who's that?" "oh, that is just Ned's bastard" she said dismissively. "Well, if he's a child of Ned Stark, then I should like to meet him" he said. Everyones eyes widened at the sentence, even Jon's. 'why would the prince want to talk to a bastard like me/him' thought everybody their. Lady Stark quickly moved to protest "My prince, it would not be proper for" Orys cut her off mid sentence by saying "oh Bollocks to all that, I couldn't care less that he's a bastard. He's a human being and I want to talk to him!" He said loudly with a tone that said 'this conversation is over'. Lady Catelyn stepped back with a shocked look on her face at the foul language the prince and stopped talking. The prince turned his attention back to Jon, walked up to him and said "what's your name?" "My name's Jon Snow my lord" he said while bowing his head. "Oh relax. Look, I'll tell you what I told your brother Robb, 'no calling me lord or prince' just call me Orys, ok?" Jon nodded slowly, clearly shocked that a prince let him use his first name. "Good, now thet the introductions are out of they, if nobody minds, I would like to go eat something as I am starved and exhausted from the trip here." Orys said to everyone and proceeded to walk into the main hall to look for food, leaving everybody, His family and Jon included, positively speechless.
And that it is for my Jon Snow chapter. The next will be the same.
until then
Valar Morghulis