Chapter 3
Harrenhal, 301 AC
Ayra wanted me to teach her to fight with a sword. Unsurprisingly Aryra was a natural swordswoman. The old bat Septa Mordane was still flying around on her broomstick. She had come south with the rest of the Starks.
Apart from Arya, Robb was the only other one of my siblings I had been reunited with. I'd seen Sansa, Bran, and young Rickon around the tournament grounds.
"Watch your footwork" I advised as I taught Arya to fight with a sword. Ghost and Shadow were lazing in the shade.
"That's better, let's take a break"
"I'm not tired Jon" Ayra protested about taking a break.
"Pacing yourself and stamina is key in a sword fight. So is a level head. You have to stay hydrated. It's hot but nothing like the Essos" I took a long sip of my water skin before handing it to Arya.
"When you go back to the Essos can I come with you"
"If you want to come. Then I won't stop you. Your mother and father may have something to say about that" I say putting my water skin down beside our things under the tree.
"I don't care what they think. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm fifteen"
"Commander Snow" I looked up at the sound of Jamie Lannister's voice. He had been Dany's guard when she had been in Pentos when we met, fell in love, and married.
"Ser Jamie" I answered turning to face him.
"I have a letter for you. I was told this letter is for your eyes only" Jamie handed me the letter.
"How do you know my brother Ser Jamie" Arya questioned curious how it was that Jaime and I knew one another.
"Your brother and I met in Pentos some years back Lady Stark"
"I'm no Lady" Arya rebuffed.
"I can see that. Perhaps you and I can spar if you are not too busy Snow" Jamie chuckled.
"Aye, we can. Thank you Jamie" I thanked him for giving me the letter.
The letter was written in Valyrian. I didn't have to guess as to who the letter was from.
'Issa jorrāelagon nyke could hardly pāsagon issa laesi skori nyke ūndan ao earlier tubī. Konīr iksos olvie īlon jorrāelagon naejot ȳzaldrīzes bē. Nyke jāhor rhaenagon ao tonight rȳ aōha camp. Ry issa jorrāelagon dany' ( My love I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw you earlier today. There is much we need to talk about. I will meet you tonight at your camp. All my love Dany)
"What's in the letter" Arya asked trying to read what was in the letter.
"Don't you know curiosity killed the cat, Arya? Come on little sister, we'll make a swordswoman of you yet" I put the letter in my pocket.
Northern Incampent, Harrenhal 301 AC.
The old bat Septa Mordane had her knickers in a twist for some reason. No doubt to do with Arya, she disappeared again. Like she had been doing for most days since they'd left the Cross Road Inn.
Sansa had no idea where Ayra disappeared to, most likely to watch the knight and those participating in the tournament sparring and practicing for the tournament that started in roughly two days.
The Royal Family had arrived yesterday with much fanfare as was expected. The Crown Prince Aegon was competing, along with several of the Kingsguards so people were saying.
"Sansa have you seen your sister" Mother asked.
"No I haven't seen her since this morning Mother" Sansa answered.
"Honestly that daughter of mine"
"I'm sure she's fine wherever she is" Sansa's attention was drawn to her older brother Robb was talking amicably with Lady Wynafryd Manderly the granddaughter of Lord Wyman Manderly, Lord of White Harbour.
Now she was of age, she would have to find a husband sooner or later. Arya had said countless times she didn't want to be a lady or get married. She'd sooner run off to the Essos to find Jon, becoming a sellsword than be forced to marry.
Sansa felt a sense of sadness as she thought of her other older brother Jon. Gods had she missed him over the last six years since he'd disappeared from Winterfell in the middle of the night with only a note of goodbye, heading for the Essos.
Despite her mother and the old bat Mordane's best efforts. Sansa was close and loved her older brother, not caring if he was her half-brother or if he was a bastard. To Sansa he was her big brother, someone she could turn to besides Robb.
Letting her crawl into his bed after a nightmare or during a storm. In turn, she'd made sure he had more food, mending his clothes. She smiled remembering the time he hit Theon for making her cry.
Harrenhal, 301 AC
Jon
Getting a free moment, I headed to the sparring yards to spar with Jamie, as we had agreed earlier. I made a mental note to clean up later, for tonight.
Jamie was already there, talking to Ser Barristan Salmy also known as the Bold. His reputation as a swordmen was legendary.
"Snow I thought you got lost" Jamie taunted good-naturedly.
"What and stand you up Lannister never" I chuckled climbing into the sparring ring. I removed my light cape, jerkin, and shirt.
"You pretty brave fighting without any protection" Ser Barristan spoke
"Aye. It's too bloody hot in the Essos to train with armor on. All of my men train this way"
"You are a sellsword," Salmy asked.
"Ser Barristan this is Commander Jon Snow, leader of Bloodied Wolf Company."Jaime introduced us.
"You wouldn't like to spar with us would you Ser Barristan," I asked
"As long as you promise not to go easy on me."
"As if I would" I drew both Wolfsbane and my other sword.
"Vaylrian Steel Swords impressive"
"Shall we begin gentlemen" We started circling each other.
Jaime made the first move hacking at me from the left. I parried his strike kicking him back, blocking Ser Barristan's slashing at me from the the right. I blocked his slash. Swinging around smacking him on the back of his armor with the flat edge of Wolfbane's blade.
A crowd had gathered to watch the sparring match between the two Kingsguard and the unknown Northerner.
'Come on Jon'I heard Arya cheering somewhere. I drowned out the noise focusing on Ser Barristan and Jaime.
I ducked under a sword swing of Jamie, striking him in the stomach with the flat of my second blade before getting to my feet
Ned watched worryingly as his 'son' fought against the two famous Kingsguard. Jon was the best swordsman Ned had ever seen, better than Arthur Dayne the Sword of the Morning. He was no longer a boy, but a man hardened by years of endless war.
Ned was nervous as he noticed the Dowager Queen Rhaella watching her grandson she didn't know about spar with two of her son's kingsguards.
The son he blamed for destroying his family. His father, brother, best friend, and sister are all dead because Rhaegar Targaryen got his claws into his sister.
"That boy of yours Ned was born with a sword in his hand it seems."Big Jon Umber bellowed with laughter,
The fight ended with me beating Jaime. Ser Barristan besting me. Unsurprisingly he had more experience, there was much I could learn from him.
"Well fought Commander. You showed this old man a thing or two. You wouldn't interested in joining the Kingsguard"
"Thanks for the offer but no thank you. I've got my hands full with my Company. There's much I could learn from you Ser Barristan" I chuckled shaking Barristan's hand.
"It seems you learned a few more tricks since we last sparred Jon. I'll be fucking sore tomorrow."Jamie groaned slightly in pain.
"Aye, three years fighting the Dothraki. You're bound to pick up a trick or two"
"Jon" Glancing over my shoulder. I smiled when I noticed my sibling standing near the fence of the sparring yard.
Sansa was almost a woman fully grown she was bound to break some hearts at the tournament. Bran was still much the same only taller, and his hair more unruly than ever. Rickon it seemed had almost grown up overnight, it had been six years since I had seen them.
I climbed out of the sparring yard. I picked up my discarded shirt. I wiped the excess sweat from my body and face.
Sansa moved first to hug me. "I've missed you, big brother"
"Aye I've missed you Sansa" I hugged her back.
"Jon can you teach me how to fight like that please" Bran talked a million miles a minute.
"He's already teaching me" Ayra butted in poking her tongue out at Bran.
"Are you my brother" Rickon looked up at me in wonder. He was only three when I left Winterfell all those years ago.
"Aye, I am. You were only young when I left Rickon" I knelt at his height before he hugged me. I stood to my full height taking Rickon with me. I set him down on his feet.
"Son it's been a long time."My 'loving' father, the 'honorable' Eddard Stark approached.
"It has Lord Stark" I had long since stopped calling him father, even before I left Winterfell all those years ago. "Now if you'll excuse me, Lord Stark. "I put my shirt back on grabbing my Jerkin before walking off.
Harrnehal later that day
Dany faked an illness to slip away to meet with Jon. They had much to talk about and catch up on after three years apart. Dany thought she was in the clear when she got to the stable to saddle Sliver.
"Where are you going daughter of mine" Dany spun around she had been sprung by her mother.
"Muna I"
"Was going to meet with a certain man named Jon Snow. Do not think I nor others didn't notice the looks between the two of you" Rhaella finished.
"Yes I'm going to meet with him"
"And is Baelon and Jaeharey's father" Rhaella questioned.
"Yes Jon is their father" Dany answered
"And I take it that Jon does not he is a father or about the boys"
"No, he doesn't. By the time I returned to Kings Landing, I found out I was with child. I didn't know where he was by then."Dany explained.
"Go on then. You've two been separated long enough. Just be safe. And I would like to meet with him. See if he is good enough for my only daughter" Rhaella kissed her daughter's forehead.
To be young and in love Rhaella thought as Daenerys rode off to meet with her lover, whom she had not seen in three years.
"My queen should I follow the Princess" Ser Arthur Dayne appeared behind her.
"No, Daenerys will be fine. No harm will befall her. Not if she is with Jon Snow" Rhaella added the last part under her breath.
I'd kicked the others out of camp for the night to give Dany and me some privacy. Bronn only smirked before saying, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Gendry, Taras, and Bantal said nothing much on the matter saying they come back to camp in the morning.
A horse came trotting into the clearing. I smiled widely when I noticed it was Dany riding into the camp. I stood up from beside the fire.
The grey horse she was riding came to a stop. We looked at each other for a time, not saying a word and communicating with our eyes.
I slowly closed the distance between us, and Dany slipped from the saddle. We met halfway crashing into each other's arms. We both poured every ounce of love, passion, and how much we had missed each other.
Breaking the kiss we leaned our foreheads together.
"Avy jorrāelan dany, issa ābrazȳrys, issa prūmia" I whispered (I love you Dany, my wife, my heart)
"Avy jorrāelan jon, issa valzȳrys, issa prūmia" ( I love you Jon, my husband, my heart)
The primal need to be together outvoted the need to talk. I steered us towards my tent. Dany seemed to catch on pretty quickly where this was going.
As soon as I pulled the tent flap shut. Dany got on my Jerkin off, before taking my shirt off. Her hands quickly moved to my belt, shoving my pants down to below my knees.
My cock was already painfully hard. I was shoved roughly onto my bed. I kicked off my boots getting rid of my trousers. Dany straddled my hips. I raked her dress up, ripping off her small clothes.
There be time for tender lovemaking later. This was a primal need of out and out fucking. She wrapped her small hand around my thick cock, pumping me twice, running the head of my cock through the sopping wet folds of her cunt before, she impaled herself on my cock.
Our hands intertwined as Dany started to move up and down on my cock. It started out slow and tender, but quickly became out and out fucking. I pulled her dress off over her head.
"Jon I'm not going break, Kessa, Jon" Daenerys moaned as I picked the pace that I was fucking up into her.
I fucked her through her orgasm as she cum on my cock.
"Fuck Dany" I cursed as I cummed inside her a minute or so later.
"Fucking Hells" I muttered catching my breath as my now soft cock slipped out of her well fucked cunt.
I opened my eyes to see Dany staring up at me. She was lying half on my chest. "I didn't know how dangerously close I came to losing you" Dany ran her fingers over the scar on the left side of my chest dangerously close to my heart.
"I am alive and here with you. I'm going anywhere" I say kissing her.
"It wouldn't have been me who lost you, but Baelon and Jaehaerys our sons" My eyes widened at the revelation I was a father.
"When did you find out that"
"I was with child" Dany finished for me. "Not long after we arrived back in King's Landing. By that time I didn't know where you were. I can only hope and pray you returned safely to us"
"Aye, I did. What are they like"
"Trouble makers the pair of. They are as thick as thieves. Baelon has my hair but your eyes, Jaehaerys has your curly hair but my purple eyes. They are a handful for two and a half."
"I have something for you. I know when we got married, we never had a chance to get a ring" I got off the bed and went to my saddle bags. I grabbed a leather pouch I kept something I had been hanging onto till I found Dany again.
"Gendry made them he inscribed them for us as well" I pulled the rings from the leather pouch.
"Jon" Dany was at a loss for words.
I slipped the ring on her ring finger. "What's inscribed on my ring"
"Issa hūra, issa qēlossās, issa mēre jorrāelagon, issa zaldrīzes. Which means My Moon, My Stars, My One Love, My Dragon."I answer
"Your's is inscribed to what does it say"
"Issa hūra, issa qēlossās, issa mēre jorrāelagon, issa zokla. Which means My Moon, My Stars, My One Love, My Wolf."I put my ring on my ring finger.
"I love you Dany" I whisper against her lips
"I love you too Jon"