Jon
The air was humid but it didn't stop them from marching in well-organized sync. The ground beneath their feet quivered as the gray elephants, which are donned in steel plate armor, stumped in the lead of their force. They didn't need the Cavalry because no horse could match the devastating might of the war elephants.
He was one of the spearmen, and thus he marched with them. As like everyone else, they wore a heavy plate of golden armor and helms that protected their heads, and more importantly, their faces. In one hand they gripped their pointy spear, and on the other hand, was a sturdy shield that was colored in deep gold.
Jon took a chance to glance at his rear. The swordsmen marched together with their hands firmly on the Pommel of their swords. The Archers were the farthest away. Even though they didn't wear the type of armor the others have, they still have armor to protect themselves, though it was lighter in weight.
Jon glanced to the two people beside him to see they were staring ahead with hard expressions. They did not show any feelings of fear or nervousness because they were calm for the battle ahead.
Can I be like that? Jon thought as he furrowed his dark eyebrows. He has doubts. For the past year, the Golden Company assigned him tasks. The tasks were quite simple: Assassinate. At first, he had been conflicted and torn about the killings that he was doing. He even let a target flee to his subdivision commander's disappointment. Weeks after that, the men scorned him, calling him a green boy who shouldn't partake in war. Jon had grown determined after that. Taking life became easier but in no way was it not a difficult deed to do. He doubted if he could take a life so easily and yet, today, he was thrust into the front lines.
The Golden Company has been signed again. This time the contract was monstrous and so was the payment if they get the job done. The city of Qohor was attacked by the Dothraki horde a moon ago. The city was able to repel the horde by the help of the Unsullied from Astaphor. Qohor wanted them to destroy the Dothraki completely, starting from their city at Vaes Dothrak. Jon knew it was not going to be easy.
Jon's hand shook and the spear in his hand slightly wobbled. When he first started training, he found that he had an aptness with a spear and was soon proficient with the long weapon. It was more difficult to use than a sword, but it had a longer reach.
Jon was nervous. This was not some small-scale scrimmaging that he was used to; This was a war and there will be deaths. No, Thousands of people will die. The Dothraki horde was reported to be around forty thousand strong under the new Khalaser named Khal Drogo. The Golden Company's force was smaller at the number of twenty thousand. On the paper, the upcoming battle seemed like a slaughter to the ones who never saw a battle. But they were the most experienced sellsword company in the free cities and the most famed. They had elephants, where the Dothraki only has horses. They have better armor, where the savages have none. But there will deaths for certain. Jon's spear wobbled again. I will probably die too. He thought grimly.
The wobbling of his hand did not go unnoticed.
"Snow is about to piss in his smallclothes," A random man shouted.
None said a word before the shout, and thus the jape rippled through the air and was the only thing that was heard. There was silence. One of the men started laughing and others started laughing too.
Jon scowled underneath his helm as the two people beside him laughed loudly. A lone rider broke off from the force and stood in front of them. The march ceased as everyone gave the captain-general their attention.
"Stop this chatter!" Harry shouted. Even when there were thousands among them, his words were still able to be heard with no trouble.
"We are about to enter a battle and all of you are laughing?" Harry scowled furiously. "Men, this is not the time for jests!"
They were silent as Harry went on. The captain-general rode his horse across the formation back and forth, taking his time to stare at each man in the eye. "Will you bring shame to Bittersteel?"
"NO!" Was the chorus reply from the men.
"Prove it!" Harry yelled. "Prove it by focusing rather than making jests!"
Across the green plains, there was a noise that made them fall silent. It made the ground rumble in its intensity even when it was far away. The noise was eerie and came in no particular direction. The sound was just there as if it was taunting them.
It's screams. Jon realized as his pressure on his spear increased. The others realized too and formed a wall without being told to do so. Jon executed the drill perfectly, as he placed the shield on the ground and extended his spear out in front of him, his form tense. There was the sound of armor jiggling as the men moved.
"Everybody, get lined up!" Harry bellowed as the spearmen completed the wall. The swordsmen took position behind them with their swords drawn and ready for blood. The war elephants roared and thumped their feet into the ground with an eagerness that made Jon startle from his spot.
The archers were being rallied by Black Balaq, the commander of the archers. The summer islander yelled, "Nock!" Men with bows notched their arrows and steadied it to where they were anticipating the sounds were coming from.
Jon swallowed the lump in his throat as the sounds grew louder in pitch. From the horizon, with the shiny sun blasting at their backside, were the mounted Dothraki's who were screaming and shaking their arakh's.
"This is it!" Harry commented loudly. "They are the savages we will be gutting soon. We will soon get paid handsomely, and we will spend the gold in the brothels."
They say that the Dothraki cries paralyzed their foes before the battle even begun. Jon was almost paralyzed, but he clenched his jaw from doing so. That weakness will get him killed. There aren't supposed to be any weaknesses on the battlefield.
The Dothraki's were closer now, and Jon's blood rushed in his ears as his heart kicked against his chest, as if it wanted to escape from the impending crash and the death that will surely follow.
They are so close…too close. Jon could see them bare their teeth and saw the craziness that flushed in their dark eyes. The Dothraki horses kicked up a cloud of dust.
"What's beneath the gold?"
"The bittersteel!"
The elephants trumpet loudly for the last time before charging loose towards the opposite side. Several Dothraki's yelled as they were thrown off their saddles from the pure force of the animals. The horde seemed to split in two as the grey elephants tore itself a path.
"Loose!" A man cried from the chaos.
The arrows were released and hundreds of them fell. However, it was just a dent to their forces.
Jon sucked in a breath as the first Dothraki rode towards him. He picked up his spear and stuck it between the horse's legs. The horse shrieked and toppled as the man who used to ride it fell off. Jon lifted his shield and took a few short steps to stab the man through the head.
He felt sick at the sight of the blood pouring out, but he couldn't keep it because a Dothraki without a horse charged at him. Jon struggled to hold his shield as he was attacked with ruthless strikes. After two strikes, he fell on his knees but managed to thrust his spear into the other man's belly. The weapon emerged from the other side; the man fell weakly to the ground.
Jon grunted as a kick landed to his left hip. He stumbled to the ground, and he barely had the time to block his face as slice after slice hit his shield. It soon stopped. Jon looked from his shield to his assaulter dyeing on the grass, gurgling from his own blood. He did not know who saved him but didn't care. He was alive and that was the only thing that mattered at this point. Jon strode over and stabbed into the man's chest, twisting and turning the spear until he stilled.
An arakh briefly touched his chin as he hastily dodged another attempt. Jon's shield flew out of his shaking grasp. He cursed before moving back swiftly. Jon gasped as he was pushed to the ground. Before the Dothraki can take advantage, his throat was sliced, and he fell.
Jon was roughly picked up by his comrade. Before the man can say anything to him, his head was quickly missing from his shoulders. From the place where his head used to be, the blood came rushing out like a stream. Jon hissed as the blood hit his eyes. He took a couple of steps back, staring in shock as the man fell to the ground.
The blood stung his eyes, but he kept his eyelids from closing. Jon stayed where he was, not once moving even when the battle continued to increase in intensity around him. He slowly rotated his body, frozen to the spot by the carnage that was happening at this moment.
The air was thick with bloodcurdling screams. Smoke covered the skies, and it wiped the sun out of existence. Horses screamed their last shrill breaths, uselessly kicking their longs leg out as their insides were cut open. The thick grass was ripped from the earth as both sides tried to get the upper hand on the other. His comrades and the Dothraki alike pleaded fruitlessly before breathing their last. Men cried out for help but gone none as they hopelessly tried to hold in their entrails that were spilling from their stomachs. The elephants seem to be an instrument of death as they broke the Dothraki line.
Jon was not approached or touched; he stood unmoving. He didn't feel like he was here. To him, it was like he was watching this from a different place and a different world. Suddenly his heart burned and his breathing became harsh. His head felt like fluid, and his ears were ringing from the horrifying yells that seemed to never stop. Each time someone screamed it felt like a volley of arrows was poking his chest. There was an abundant amount of screams, so his body was twitching uncontrollably, and thus he lost the grip on his spear. His hands were shaking too fast, and therefore he dropped the spear again when he reached for it. The spear in his hands was slippery from his own sweaty palms, but he tightened his hold over the spear.
As he looked around the field again, his mind became soft, and his coarse breathing came out harsher than the last every time his eyes saw a dead body. I can't be here. Jon thought with panic. He felt the need to run, and he took off in no particular direction. He just wanted to leave. The screams, the blood, the lifeless eyes of the dead. it was too much for him. He has to leave now.
As he ran, a blur flashed from the corner of his eye. Jon turned his head to his left to see a black muscled leg of a horse before he was flattened. His head seemed to crack as the world turned black.
…
Jon sat up quickly with a gasp. He wheezed loudly because he found it difficult to get the air that his lungs demanded. His head felt like a beating drum, so he removed his helm and softly touched his forehead. Jon winced and hissed through his cleaned teeth as the tender spot on his head flared in pain. After the pain smoothed over, he touched it again with carefulness. He brought his hand to his face to see dried blood smeared across his fingertips.
When he looked up from his fingers and to his horror, the sky was completely dark and the sun was overthrown by the white moon. Not a sound was heard, only the dreadful silence was present. It was more frightening than the screams of death.
The bodies were there, but it was not the living ones Jon was wishing for. Piles of bodies were thrown on top of each other, and each gaze of the dead was staring right at him. Jon throat constricted at the overwhelming number of lifeless eyes and the dark scarlet blood that drenched the grass.
The smell from the dead bodies hit him hard as if he was struck by one of the war elephants. The smell was rotten. Shit and piss was the only thing that was in Jon's nostrils. He rolled over on his belly and vomited on the grass until he started choking and spitting.
Bronn was right that men do piss themselves before a battle. Jon thought as he cleaned his lips. The thought was so random and surreal it made Jon laugh at the absurd of it. He grimaced as the pain in his head remerged with vengeance. Jon sighed and put his head down.
Then he realized the situation he was in and sprang to his feet. He swerved his head to the left and to the right. To the right, there was nothing but air and bodies. To the left, there was nothing but air and bodies. He was alone.
Jon closed his eyes tight and grasped his dark hair and paced the grass. I'm alone. I'm alone. He kept repeating that in his mind, as if he thought hard enough the situation was not real and all of this was a dream. But when he opened his eyes, he was in the same exact place with dead bodies and the rotten smell as his only company.
"FUCK!" Jon shouted in anger. His scream was echoed in the silence, but there was no response to be heard.
He was alone in a land that he didn't know of. He had no map, no food, no water, no supplies, and no help. All he had was his armor and his sword.
Who was victorious? Jon wondered, but then he decided he didn't care. Even if his side had won the Dothraki were still walking about in these lands. They lived here after all. The Dothraki Sea was large and wide. The chances of him making it alive out of these lands were slim.
I'm going to die here. He thought. Jon sat on his heels and hung his head. The Golden Company was right about him, he was just a green boy. He's just going to be a random bastard that happened to be left behind to die in the grassland that was full of savages.
Jon slowly walked by the dead bodies, downhearted. He was not going to die without trying to make it out of here.
Jon groaned softly. His head felt like shit. He stood from his bed, legs cracking as he stretched his limbs. After repeating those movements, he sat on the edge of his bed and yawned.
When the dance ended, Robb had to carry him to his tent. It was revealed that he fell asleep outside the gates lying on the grass. Robb also said a few people were nudging him when he slept, and that Ghost had to drive them away.
I'm a fool. Jon thought with a small smile. He actually finds it funny that he was knocked out when he thought he was awake enough to make it back to the tent by himself. He was wrong.
Jon looked up as Robb barged into the tent. Robb paused and smiled at him. "Are you feeling good?" his voice was way too cheery.
Jon flinched at his loud voice. He closed his eyes and said, "Don't say it like that."
"Like what?!" Robb asked louder.
Jon sighed. "For, god's sake…"
"I can't hear you! I'm afraid you have to speak up!"
Jon stood up then, enraged. "SHU-" he stopped to clutch his head. Jon went back to his bed and groaned softly. His head felt like it was being sewed by Sansa.
"I'm sorry," Robb said, "But I had to that."
"Of course you have to," Jon rumbled as he rolled over to his side.
He felt Robb approach his bed and sighed again. Last night I was drunk. Can he leave me alone for once?
He heard his cousin pull up a chair close to his bed. Jon grabbed his pillow and covered his ears and closed his eyes. It was a clear signal that he didn't want to be bothered, but he knew that Robb was going to ignore it.
"Are we not going to discuss what happened last night?" Robb asked.
What is he talking about? Jon thought in confusion. From what he remembered, all he did was get drunk. He sat at one of the tables in the hall and that was it. Instead of dancing like everybody else he had been sleeping as he intended.
"What are you talking about?" Jon asked in a tired voice.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"I don't. Enlighten me please."
"Everyone in the great hall was talking about it."
"They were talking about me sleeping?" Jon asked in disbelief. "They were truly bored out of their fucking minds if they were talking about that. Nowadays, everybody just likes to talk about me."
"No, Jon." Jon can hear the smile in his cousin's voice. "They were talking about a bastard that had the fortune to dance with the dragon princess."
"What!" Jon spun to glare at the Stark. "I did no such thing." His words came out slowly, and he then fell silent as Robb grinned. Last night was so clear in his mind now, as if he had come out of a very dark cave and experiencing the sunlight for the very first time.
It all came back to him. He did have a dance with princess Rhaenys. He remembered taking her small hands. He recalled the way her hips felt warm against his palms. He recollected how tight she was holding on to him. Jon knew that his hands were touching places where it shouldn't but couldn't help it. He also knew it was wrong. She was his sister, yet he can't stop the feelings. Those brown eyes of hers will be the death of him.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
"You remember now?" Robb asked, very amused. "I didn't think the two of you were able to hear me and Theon calling you."
Jon breathed through his nose loudly. "Did you make a scene?"
"Yes." Robb, I have only one thing to say. Fuck you.
Jon sucked his teeth. "Should I ask why?"
"You don't have to because I'm about to tell you anyway," Robb said easily. "You and the princess seemed to be so into each other and you two were being…way too close. I thought it would be a good idea to bring you back to your senses and Theon agreed with me. So, we started to call you."
Jon rubbed his face as Robb grinned. "While, I was calling your name too, but Theon was fucking loud. Everyone noticed, but you two didn't."
"Fuck you, Robb, and fuck you too, Theon," Jon murmured. He didn't like people being aware of him dancing with the princess, and even more so when he was touching her more than he should have.
Robb glanced at him. "Did you say something?"
"No."
Robb whistled and shook his head. "I knew you were pretty, but I didn't know you were pretty enough to get the princesses affection."
Jon glared at him. "Stop right there, you fucking Stark. This is my older sister," He hissed. Though the princess didn't seem like a sister, it felt different. "what we are talking about is wrong."
Robb raised an eyebrow, still grinning. "Last night, you didn't hold her like she was your older sister. You held her like she was your older lover."
"That is incest," Jon hissed. "And you fucking know it."
Robb's smile left his face. "And you claim that you know your history well," He whispered.
"I do," Jon said.
Robb exploded out of his chair and spread his arms wide, scrunching his face. "Then this shouldn't be a problem for you dragons. Targaryens are known for mating within their family."
Jon shook his head. "I am not a dragon. I've been raised as a wolf and will always be a wolf. I'm not a person who approves of incest." I don't feel like a Targaryen, so why should I act like one?
Robb looked at him. "Do you think the princess will think that way? Would she even care?"
Jon didn't know. He did not know the princess at all.
"People told me the princess is stubborn in what she what's and is very possessive of her belongings."
"She can be as stubborn as she wants," Jon replied. "She won't have me." He has to be strong. He just has to be.
"I don't have a good taste to incest, but anything can happen as of right now. The princess doesn't know that you are her sibling. She just sees you as a pretty bastard that she can take to bed. You, on the other hand, know who you are. The princess is magnificent beauty and you cannot deny that."
"If you don't like incest then why-"
"Because I wanted to have fun with it," Robb interrupted. "I keep to teasing you about her for the fuck of it. I thought you weren't attracted to her then, but I am aware of it now. If you and the princess do something, I just want you to remember my words so you won't feel as bad."
"I will not fall for a pretty face," Jon said stoically. If it had to be, he will place the princess at arm's length. He cannot fall for his half-sister or lay with her because it will be a fiasco.
Robb shook his head at him. "If it were any other time I would agree with you. However, concerning the princess, I worry. I'm sorry to say this, but I don't believe you. Jon, what I saw last night tells me many things. You know that you will get nothing from the princess. You are just going to be hurt."
Shit. Jon breathed a shaky breath, to which Robb sat on the bed to place a hand on his shoulder. Jon breathed in and out from his nose slowly. Robb stayed silent, keeping his warm hand on his shoulder for the support he needed.
After he was done, Jon looked to his cousin's face. "Why are you telling me this now?"
Robb's face was pensive. "I'm telling you of this now because it is the best time. Tonight, we are having the feast around the God's Eye."
Jon laughed and it was without humor. If there was any other time for the princess to be alone with him, it was this one. The thought of being with her made his mouth water slightly. It is crazy. The princess was not undesirable and that was the troubling part. He should want to stay away from the princess, not to crave for her presence like a horny goat.
"What time is it now?" Jon asked solemnly. It has to be morn. He would have the luxury of time to ready himself for the battle between his mind and his cock. He will feel deep shame if he was consumed into lust. He has resisted the charms of different women for years, and it will be fucking tragic if he can't do so now. Jon can admit that he has gotten soft because of his cousins, but surely he hasn't fallen from grace that far…
"It's around mid-day."
"What the fuck," Jon said softly. "I've been asleep for that long?"
Robb's nod was all he needed. Jon sighed and lay on his pillow.
"I wanted to bring you breakfast, and I even thought about inviting Tyrion Lannister. I then realized that you probably wouldn't like that because of your hangover, so I let you sleep."
Robb stood from the bed and rolled his shoulders. Afterward, he glanced at him and said, "I will leave you to rest. You need it for the feast ahead, brother." He walked out of the tent.
It was silent, too silent.
I should check on Cannibal. Jon thought. He closed his eyes and breathed calmly; only to release that breath when he pinpointed the dragon's location. Cannibal was in Winterfell.
Dread fell upon him. Oh, no.
Jon broadened his awareness to touch Cannibals mind. It was not forceful in its approach, as it was just a simple tap. Even then, Cannibal recoiled and roared through the bond.
Leave. Jon commanded mentally. He felt Cannibal's mind shimmer with rebellious anger, and so he became more firm. Leave!
Cannibal didn't waver for a few minutes, but he soon met his terms, and then Jon severed the connection with the dragon.
When Jon comprehended that his arms were shaking, he shook his head. Though he was still feeling the strong emotion of anxiousness that was worthy of its foundation.
How…how long was he at Winterfell? He was afraid of the answer, but he couldn't have the answer anyway. He didn't know if Cannibal smoldered Winterfell or if he didn't. There was no word of anything if Winterfell was in ruins, and there was no news about a dragon flying about in the north.
Jon eased himself slowly. If no one was yelling about a destroyed castle, then Winterfell must be still intact. If this was true, Cannibals duration in Winterfell was an unusual one. The black dragon didn't like anyone's presence, except for Jon, and will eat the ones who were too close.
For extra closure, Jon commanded through the bond for Cannibal to take shelter near Harrenhall. The place was not too close but was not too far either. Jon had to admit that he was shaken. He needed the dragon to be close to him to properly look after it and to guarantee that Cannibal won't do any harm.
Jon collapsed on his pillow from exhaustion. Trying to order around Cannibal has always been a tough thing to accomplish, and it frequently had him breathing hard.
As he lay on his bed, a thunderous growl in his stomach became known.
"Well," Jon said as he looked at his stomach in amusement, "It's time for me to feed you." Perhaps I can eat with Tyrion. The man must be awakening from his slumber like me.
Jon grabbed a cloak, pulled the hood over his head, and left his tent.
…
When Jon entered Tyrion's tent, everyone was present in the tent already. Tyrion, Bronn, and Sandor were eating at the table, talking as they ate.
Tyrion saw him and raised his cup. "Jon! How was your sleep?"
"Pitiful." They sniggered as Jon pulled up a chair to the table.
"You want some wine?" Tyrion asked him, grinning.
"No, I want water." He was done playing with the dwarf's games. Jon poured water in his cup and sipped it.
Bronn looked at him with a curious expression, and Jon looked at him in return.
"What?" Jon asked. The other man might have been waiting for him to say something, but Jon didn't want to. It was an important thing to know that it is only best to let the past die. He was not a boy anymore.
"Are you not going to say anything?" Bronn replied. Tyrion and Sandor watched them.
"No, because there is nothing for me to say," Jon said. The Sellsword tried to warn him, but Jon didn't listen when he should have. He gained experience and lost his naivety at the same time. Surviving in the Dothraki Sea can make a man out of anyone.
"Was I right?"
"Yes."
"And what did it cost you?"
"It cost me everything," Jon said. "You were right. However, I am still alive." His innocence was washed away, but he wouldn't be the man he was today if he hadn't. Though, he lost his innocence in the worst way possible by surviving in the Dothraki Sea alone.
Bronn nodded. "Yes, you are alive. You even made a name for yourself too, and I respect you for that. It turns out that you do have balls."
"What's this shit about?" Sandor asked.
Bronn looked to the Clegane and said, "People say that he is one of the coldest killers that ever walked these lands, but I met Snow before that. It was on a ship sailing to Essos and it was there where I talked to him. And let me say this, he was fucking naive."
Jon leaned in his chair as Tyrion and Sandor looked at him in surprise.
"You," Tyrion said, voice high with disbelief, "Were naive? I always thought that you were born as the fucker you are today. I pictured you swinging your Valyrian sword around, and screaming curses as your mother gave birth to you."
They laughed, but Sandor eyed his hilt with interest. "You have Valyrian steel?" He asked gruffly.
"Aye," Jon said shortly, "And don't ask me where I got it from because I'm not going to tell you."
"Well," Bronn said, "Let us see it then."
"No." Jon shook his head. "You will see it wh-"
"When you win the fucking tourney," Tyrion finished, waving his hand dismissively. "We know already know. Now show us the bloody sword, you bastard fucker."
Jon stared at Tyrion with an impassive face, pondering. Then he stood up and drew his sword out of the scabbard. Everybody gasped as they see the smoky ripples that traveled the length of the blade. The light from outside of the tent shined on the sword and Jon can see his reflection.
Of course, being a book monger, Tyrion spoke first. "Is that…is that Blackfyre?" A look of amazement was on the dwarf's face.
"Aye, it is." Jon handed the sword to the hound, who was eyeing the sword as if it was a new toy.
"Shit…" Bronn tilted his head as the sword was passed to him. The sellsword admired the new sword before he snapped his head up. "You stole this from the Golden Company."
Jon shrugged. "It's not considered stealing if the sword wasn't theirs in the first place."
The sword was passed to Tyrion. Bronn said, "I heard that you failed to retrieve the sword. And the Company is hunting you down for that attempt, so how?"
"I found a way."
"Isn't it the Targaryen's sword?" Sandor asked. "Wouldn't they want it back?"
"Now why would he do that?" Bronn questioned, placing his legs on the table. "He's the one who found it, and he should bloody keep it. When I was a young lad, I fought and killed for what's mine. Snow did the same thing for this sword. What did the Targaryen's do? They did nothing and should receive nothing.
"I'm not keeping it," Jon declared. "I'm giving it to the Targaryens." His words were met with a wall of silence.
While Bronn and the hound stared at him with wide eyes, Tyrion looked at him with an expressionless face.
"Now, why would you do that?" Bronn said slowly after some time.
"The sword is not mine, it is theirs," Jon replied. "This sword belongs to them and I will give it to them."
"Don't do it," Sandor said.
"I will." Jon's words were as hard as iron.
"That is stupid," Bronn hissed. "A Valyrian steel sword is very fucking rare. Are you are saying you will give it away?"
"Yes." Jon looked to the silent Tyrion. "And Valyrian swords are not rare to this man over here. He has a collection of these swords somewhere."
Sandor snorted and sipped his drink. "And he is not going to use them."
"I was considering giving you and Bronn Valyrian steel, but that decision is falling away quickly," Tyrion said.
Sandor and Bronn fell silent. Jon grabbed the sword and sheathed it. He looked at them all and said, "I will hand this over to the crown prince at the feast tonight. What you say is not going to change my mind."
Jon thought hard about this decision-making. When Jon held the sword in his hands for the first time, his mind immediately shifted to the Targaryens. He didn't feel like a dragon, and he wanted to give the sword to his family as a gift. The Targaryens might never figure out who he was because he was named as a bastard, but he can give the sword to them as an unknown family member. Jon wanted to do this for the good of his heart, Besides, he has more swords.
Jon sat back down to the table. Tyrion gave him a sad smile, to which Jon returned before looking at his food.
The rest of the meal was eaten in silence.
…
Jon, Tyrion, Sandor, and Bronn walked together as one after they ate. The sun has gone down from view, and the moon was bright in the dark sky in all of it's glory. As Bronn and Sandor talked behind them, Tyrion walked to Jon's side.
"It is a good thing to give the sword to them," Tyrion said.
"I know," Jon responded.
Tyrion chuckled and said, "You truly don't boast about anything do you?"
Jon smirked and glanced at the dwarf. "This should be well known to you about this. I don't talk what I'm about to do, I act."
"Oh, I know this. It just amazes me because what you're about to do is very unselfish, and you are doing it for a family that didn't earn the right to have the sword. If I had that sword, I will not do the same for my family. You, Jon Snow, are a good person."
Jon fixed his gaze forward. "I try to be."
"You are a good person. I'm not saying that you don't have flaws because you have many. I'm trying to explain that people are awfully wrong about you. I spent a year with you Snow and I see, under all of that gruffness, is a pretty darn good fellow that is just misunderstood."
Finally, Jon let a small smile take shape on his lips. The smile went away as Tyrion spoke again.
"Surprisingly, the only person who cares enough to try to see as I do is princess Rhaenys." Tyrion looked at him as he said that, eyes observant.
Jon's upper teeth and bottom teeth pushed together forcefully, but he looked down at Tyrion with a straight face. "Don't talk about this because someone already had a talk with me on this." If a drunken man spotted this, how many others did as well? But Tyrion is a smart man. And Robb just knows him better than anyone else. Perhaps he was worrying over this too much.
"Are we missing something here?" Bronn came to Tyrion's side. A heartbeat later, Sandor came to Jon's side.
"Nope," Jon answered.
"Bullshit," Sandor said.
"Is it bullshit?" Jon glanced to Tyrion.
Tyrion looked at him, but zero words came out of his mouth. The four sustained their walk through the night.
When they arrived at the feast, all the tables were set and the torches were bright. Blankets were placed on the grass for the ones who didn't want to sit at the long tables, and people, sitting or not sitting, talked gleefully.
The feast has a clear view of the largest lake to the seven kingdoms to the ones that wanted to see it. The lake was illuminated by the creamy, white moon, and a large group of people was currently gawking at the waters as it sparkled underneath the moonlight. The bank is a good sight.
And there she was, the princess. Rhaenys talked amongst her group of ladies by the lake, with the moon shining down on her just like it did the lake. Her hair was tied up in a neat knot on top of her head; a few loose strands of hair touched her face. Her orange dress hugged her body nicely, showing the body of a grown woman. Right then and there, Jon told himself that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Rhaenys smiled as if someone told her a good jest, and then her eyes slid to his. She looked him over slowly and gave him a smile. To the side of the princess, the Sand Snakes stopped talking to glance at him. One of them, the ugliest one, scowled at him. The other two eyed him in curiosity.
Jon smiled a little at Rhaenys despite him trying not to. The princesses smile expanding was the last thing he saw before he turned away.
"There is the crown prince, Jon," Tyrion told him, pointing to the table where the prince sat with his wife and uncle. The two kingsguard behind them stood poised, watching everything. Aegon looked disinterest in the feast. The prince sat in his chair, saying nothing.
Jon was ready to move to that table when he saw Mya sitting by herself, her back against a tree. I made her a promise.
He looked to Tyrion and said, "I'll do it later." He broke off from the other three and walked to the lonely handmaid. People walked out of his way, so he had no trouble walking to Mya.
Jon chuckled at the possibility of the princess narrowing her eyes at them. He sat down next to Mya and looked around. The feast was grand in size, and people lounged everywhere. Jon smirked as he saw Darkstar. The wounded man sat to himself; he glowered at anyone who stared at him for too long. Darkstar stopped glowering when he looked to him. Jon stared at Darkstar and then looked away before the man can start his tirade.
"Snow," Mya said in greeting.
"Call me Jon."
"You actually came to talk to me," Mya said, her voice coated in slight surprise.
"You expected any less from me?" Jon asked with a brow raised.
Mya looked down at her hands. "No, I suppose not. It's just a shock that you chose to talk to me when there are others that wanted to talk to you."
"Who are those people?"
Mya inclined her head. "Judging by the way she is staring at you, princess Rhaenys is one of those people."
Jon didn't turn to look, but he can feel a pair of eyes that were burning holes in the back of his head. "Oh, and how is she staring?"
Mya tilted her head in thought, a smile forming on her serious face. "She looks like if she had a dragon then she would order it to burn you until there is nothing but bones and ash." She picked up a stick and threw it behind her.
Jon didn't physically react, but his insides were shivering. He can tell that Mya is not one who exaggerates. If she says it is that bad, then it must be very disconcerting to witness.
"You can look for yourself," Mya told him. "But look carefully, turn your head slowly so no one can see, especially her. I genuinely worry about your health if she caught you."
Jon nodded at the handmaid. I worry too.
He cracked his neck and slowly turned his head. It was a slow course of action, but Jon was the master of patience and had done this before.
He estimated that it took three minutes for him to settle into an angle where his eyes can roam without being noticed. It was from the corner of his eyes where he saw the princess.
It was scary to look at. Jon faced a shitload of things that weren't normal and weren't human. None of them monsters scared him, but this somehow did. The princess was absolutely livid. The glass in her hand seemed to have cracks from the way she was gripping it. Her lips were pursed tightly, and she was frowning profoundly. Even when Rhaenys was being talked to, she nodded along but kept watching him. Her sharp eyes seemed to be stabbing him as Jon sat there. The princess's angry state was unnoticed by everyone except for him and Mya. Rhaenys did a remarkable job covering her emotions, but Jon can see through that. He wanted to go to her and explained himself, but he sat where he was.
Jon blew out a breath and looked to Mya. "Damn, you are right."
"She always gets what she wants."
Jon turned his head to Mya quickly. "What?" He expected her to say something but not this.
Mya stared at him curiously. "The only time the princess stares like that is when she wants' something. The princess always gets what interests her."
Mya leaned closer, blue eyes peering at him seriously. "Tell me this, Jon Snow, what is so interesting about you that you caught her attention?"
Hell, I don't even know.
Jon shrugged and looked at her carelessly. "I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"
Mya ran her eyes over his face, head, and body. She didn't rush as she checked him over. Mya nodded and looked away. "You are very handsome. With those pretty eyes of yours, anyone would want you, but you're a bastard though. Your looks don't change who you are. How you act, on the other hand, is somewhat desirable as well."
"I know," Jon answered. "But I've never asked for this." He didn't know how he caught the princess's eye. Everything just started when he first came to that hall. Rhaenys grabbed his attention and vice-versa.
"I'm afraid that you can't help this matter," Mya replied. "I see how she is looking at you. She is lusting after you. It's quite interesting to see this. No man gained this much attention from her."
"Maybe you should be the one to tell her that it's not a good idea," Jon replied shrewdly. "There is nothing that will come out of this in the long run."
"I'm not suggesting a long one term. I'm suggesting pleasure for the short term."
Jon laughed. It was loud and sudden, and it caused several people to glance at him. He saw Robb and the other Northerners staring at him too. Jon can feel that the princess's eyes were still on him. From the corner of his eye, he can see that Rhaenys was whispering harshly to her cousins.
Jon's laughter died and he looked to Mya, still wanting to laugh. He whispered, "Me? Do you think I have the chance to bed the princess? I don't think you fully comprehended the concept of a bastard fucking a Targaryen." He just wanted to roll in the grass and laugh until he dies. Right now, that seemed like a fabulous idea.
Mya adopted a smile of her own and whispered, "The picture is extreme indeed." He and she chuckled.
"Though, the princess has been staying in Dorne for the past couple of years. She could have taken after their ways as well. It means that she can accept bastards."
"Ok, Mya." Jon stood up and wiped his knees. "We've had…a pleasant talk, but I need to leave because…"
Mya looked behind him to Rhaenys and said, "I understand fully. I will keep what we said in silence. To the next time we talk, Jon."
Jon nodded and turns around, only to be grabbed by Robb and a few other northern men.
Robb shook him, a glint in his eyes. "Are you ready to sing, brother?" He asked this with a grin that the others shared too.
What?
"What are you about to do, Robb?" Jon asked cautiously. If Robb had the purpose of doing something that related to him, then it was something to be wary for. The Stark causes too much mischief for his own good.
"We are about to fucking sing!" Lord Umber bellowed. A few people grimaced at the man's loud volume, but they watched them curiously.
"Then good luck," Jon said. "I wish you a great fortune for the horrible singing to come."
"Did you really say horrible singing?" Theon asked as if he was being ludicrous. "You're a funny man." The Greyjoy pointed to Domeric. "You think this bloke is horrible at singing?"
"No. I didn't mean to include him. I meant all of you except for him." Jon stared at every north man that surrounded him. "Y'all know that your singing is horse shit, don't lie to me," Jon said with a smirk. Their circle was now getting attention from other houses.
Laughter aroused.
"That is true," Lord Umber said. "Every word we say sounds like shit. Does that extend to you as well?"
No, it bloody doesn't.
Theon spoke up, "Sing with that golden mouth of yours, pretty boy. We've heard you sing before. The ladies have no idea what's coming for them. Jon, make them shiver and make them faint."
Everyone laughed again.
At Winterfell, Jon sang for all of the audience to hear. Let's say this, they bloody loved his voice. The lords even offered gold for him to sing more, but Jon refused. He already had enough money from being with the Golden Company.
"Why should I sing?" Jon asked.
"Because why not?" Robb said. Strangely, everyone tensed as if to do something. Everyone was grouped around him as if he was a lost hidden treasure. Their eyes were all eager.
"What if I'm not in the mood to sing?"
"THEN FUCK YOU!" Everyone shouted. Jon was picked up by the men and carried through the crowd. The hands on his back and bottom were firm so he had no chance to fall off or to escape. Jon didn't try to escape from them though. He just stared at the night sky, admiring the many stars and the white moon that shined on the princess not too long ago. There were so many stars in the sky, so Jon started counting them.
The group stopped in front of the table where the Targaryen's sat. Jon was dropped to his feet and pushed forward.
Cersei and Joffrey looked down at him, while Aegon, Margaery, Viserys, Tyrion and Tommen looked at him in interest. Oberyn eyed him calmly, but it was the other person who sat next to him that drew his eye. She was dark skin and obviously from Dorne. Even as she sat, Jon can see she was short. The woman has a pretty face, large bosom, thick legs and has long hair.
Arianne Martell looked at him, slowly licking her lips. Jon stood there, staring at her large bosom before Rhaenys sat next to her. Jon looked away from her frown and looked to the prince.
"What do you need to say?" Aegon asked.
Robb came forward and patted his shoulder. "My brother has the good grace to wanting to sing for us, my prince."
"No I don't," Jon hissed in his cousin's ear. Robb clamped a hand on his shoulder and turned him away.
Everyone looked surprised and started talking. Nobody thinks I can sing.
"You want to sing, Snow?" Aegon asked. The prince said it politely, but he couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice.
He thinks I don't have the voice for it. Jon thought. Maybe it was because he knows that he can do it, or maybe he wants to prove his brother wrong, but now he wanted to sing. He was very misunderstood indeed.
"I do." The group behind him cheered. The other people stayed quiet.
"I've heard him sing before, my prince," Tyrion said. "His voice rivals your fathers."
There were gasps and shouts of denials.
"That is something that cannot be said so lightly. Snow looks like a fighter but does not have the look of a singer," Aegon said, not looking convinced or persuaded. "The king is-"
"Maybe you should shut your mouth and let him sing. You talk too much, little brother. When he is done, then you can compare him to our father," Rhaenys interrupted. Arianne chuckled. Damn…
Silence descended on them.
Aegon stared at his older sister. His eyes shining like two balls of purple flame. Rhaenys stared back calmly, taking a sip of her wine out of her new glass at a snail's pace. The siblings were watched with unease by everyone. Next, to the princess, Arianne just looks amused. Oberyn had a smile on his face. Viserys face was guarded. Tommen looked uncomfortable. Joffrey and Cerci watched them happily.
"Umm…I guess I can sing now?" Jon asked quietly. Do I always have a hand to make everything so fucking silent?
That broke the tension. Aegon looked away from his sister and smiled. "Yes, I will be happy to hear you sing." As he said that, he side glanced at his sister. Everything seemed to be going back in order, but the princess opened her mouth again.
"We all need an older sister that can provide sense to the lesser minded sibling, or they are just going to be brain fucked."
"Snow, you can sing now," Aegon said coolly. The crown prince just got chewed out in front of everyone. And his sister just said he was brain fucked… Ah, the brother and sister bickering. What a joy to watch.
"It would be an honor." Jon turned around slowly, placing a hand over his lips and chuckled. Robb did the same and both of them chuckled softly. Not too long after, their shoulders were shaking. The north group chuckled lowly as well. It took a couple of minutes for their silent laughter to die.
Jon stopped his chuckles and nodded at the group. Robb, Theon, and Domeric grabbed an instrument and started playing a soft, powerful, moving tune that seemed loud when it wasn't. It was this way for a reason, and Jon is going to show them why. It was a song he had made when he was a prisoner to Euron Greyjoy. To stop himself from going mad, he came up with this. The song was all that he had when he was chained and tortured for weeks.
Jon looked to the moon and to the ground, taking a breath. He swallowed and opened his mouth, the words falling out like the river around Riverrun.
"Through Westeros over fen and field
"Where the long grass grows
"The west wind comes walking,
"And about the walls, it goes
"What news from the west, O wandering wind
"Do you bring to me tonight?
"Have you seen Boromir of the north
"By moon or by starlight?
"I saw him ride over the seven kingdoms,
"Over waters wide and grey,
"I saw him walk in empty lands
"Until he passed away
"Into the shadows of the north
"I saw him then no more.
"The north wind may have heard the horn
"Of the son of the old gods
"O Boromir! From the north
"Westward I looked afar,
"But you came not from the empty lands
"Where no men are
"From the mouths of the sea
"The south wind flies,
"From the south and the Stepstones;
"The welling of the creatures it bears,
"And in the waters, it moans
"What news from the south, O sighing wind,
"Do you bring to me at eve?
"Where now is Boromir of the north?
"He tarries and I grieve
"He went back beyond the wall,
"And I saw him no more
Jon stopped and so did the others. It was silent.
The first person he looked to was the princess. Rhaenys had tears, which she tried to hide by blinking her eyes. She sniffed and smiled at him, something in her eyes that he cannot place.
Most of the ladies were teary-eyed. The men tried to look unaffected but it was futile. Margaery used her hand as a fan, tears on her cheeks. Aegon did not try to keep himself from gaping because he already was. The prince did not look bored anymore.
The prince blinked and shook his head, smiling. Aegon went to his feet and clapped hard. For a moment his clapping was the only thing to be heard before the rest of his table clapped as well.
Very soon, there was nothing but the clapping. There were yells from everywhere, but the north was the loudest. Robb was slapping his shoulder, yelling and smiling. The rest of the northern group was shaking him and shouting so loud that Jon thought he would go deaf.
At one point, Jon fell but was quickly picked up by Robb. Out from the blue, Arya, Rickon and Bran ran up to him and hugged him at the waist. Sansa didn't run but came quickly and kissed him on the cheek.
When the clapping and the shouting stopped, Jon was sure that his back was bruised, and he was breathing deeply out from his nose.
Jon knew, with Robb's hand around his shoulder and his own arms around his cousins, that he was smiling profusely. Nothing can ruin this for him. Nothing will.
"Who is Boromir?!" Someone shouted.
Jon looked to the woman and said, "He is no one. I made the song from scratch."
"Was I right, my prince?" Tyrion asked.
"Yes, very right," Aegon said breathlessly. He still looked at Jon with awe.
Rhaenys smirked at her brother, still clapping. "Do you see now, little brother? I'm a great help." Arianne chuckled and placed a hand on her arm.
Aegon ignored her to look at Jon. "Snow, that was fucking beautiful. I never believed anyone can match my father until now, good job man."
"Thank you, my prince," Jon said. "The compliments are good to me, but I am not done."
"I will not mind listening to you again," Aegon said. Everyone's face was in agreement. Some nodded, and others outright demanded him to sing more.
"It's not a song," Jon replied, touching his scabbard, "it's a sword."
When he drew the sword, everyone jumped, and the kingsguard took their swords out as well and moved to him. People ran from their tables to find a safe spot to watch. Everybody is…is scared of me…
"Jon!" Rhaenys and Robb shouted at the same time. One of the kingsguard pushed the prince back while the other stepped to him. Viserys drew his sword along with Oberyn. Cersei took Tommen and Joffrey by the hands and pushed them to a nearby tree.
Jon merely held the sword in his hands. While he knew Robb would call his name at this, he never heard the princess raise her voice before. Robb and Rhaenys calling his name is so fucking hilarious that he wanted to laugh in their faces, but he didn't do it. He kept his face placid and looked to the prince.
Thankfully, right when the kingsguard was in striking distance, Tyrion ran to the middle of this. "STOP THIS!" People's limbs went still.
Everyone blinked at the dwarf stupidly. Loras spat at him. "Move out the way!"
"He is trying to harm the crown prince," Jaime said. "It's our duty to stop him from doing so." He tried to move around but Tyrion blocked him.
"I'm not stupid, Lannister," Jon said. "I don't want to kill the prince." I don't want to kill my brother.
"Then what are you doing with that sword in your hands?" Rhaenys demanded. She looked as if she is trying to be mad at him for taking the sword out, and she looked like she is trying to be concerned for him. Jon felt warmth in his chest at that.
Jon looked to her and said, "I want to give this to your family."
Boldly, like the dragon of her sigil, Rhaenys came around the table to stand in front of him to eye the sword. Despite the loud protest of Loras, she came to his side until their shoulders were in contact. Jon knew that she did this deliberately. The princess touched the length and looked at him. "What is it?"
"It's Blackfyre," Tyrion announced. The next second after he said that, people walked from the trees and the prince walked past the kingsguard. Curious eyes were on the sword now, completely forgetting whey they ran.
"You've said that my sword catches your eye, my princess," Jon said. "So, I want to give it to you."
Jon mentally smacked his head because Robb, who was still behind him, took a sharp breath. To his great relief, no one else heard his comment. When I talk to her, why do my words have double meanings?
Rhaenys looked back at him with speed. Her eyes were slightly larger than normal before she smiled. "I did mean what I said. And I know that you want to give it to me. You won't regret it."
Her double meanings. Jon's other sword spiked through his trousers until it started to hurt from the lack of space. Robb laughed and draped his long arm around his neck.
"You gave me quite a scare, brother!" Robb then leads him away from the princess to the prince. "Drawing your sword like that at the prince!" A couple of people laughed, but it was slightly anxious.
"I am unpredictable," Jon responded. Robb just laughed but it was not real. He is pissed. Perhaps I should've planned this better.
They stood in front of Aegon. Jon looked at the prince calmly, his hands still holding the Valyrian steel in front.
Aegon grasped the hilt and turned the sword upright. The prince had a smile on his face, and his eyes were flashing with awe. Tommen jogged to his side to eye the sword alongside his father.
"It's marvelous," Viserys exclaimed. He looked at Jon and said, "Where did you get this?"
"I stole it from the Golden Company."
"Lie!" Cersei walked to them with Joffrey in hand. She shoved past Viserys and came right in Jon's face, scowling.
"Why are you lying, bastard?" Cersei questioned. "We've already known that you failed in your worthless effort to get the sword. This could be a fake!" Joffrey nodded. Everyone was silent as they watched him to see what he will do or say.
When she was talking, her spit came launching out of her mouth in Jon's face like a ballista. As he stared at Cersei silently, he moved his hand down his face gradually to remove the warm saliva. There were suppressed sniggers in the crowd.
Jon nodded and looked to Cersei. "First of all, you shouldn't talk to me like you know me."
"How dar-"
"Secondly, you're going to find out real quick that I don't quit."
"Shut-"
"Thirdly, I always find a way."
"Speak one mor-"
"Fourthly, do you know who I am?"
Cersei's face turned haughty, and she laughed. "That's easy. You are a Snow."
"No." Jon's eyes looked around the waiting faces. He turned back to Cersei and coldly said, "I am Jon Snow, the finest blade the east has ever seen since the days of Bittersteel." Remember that, you bitch.
He then smirked, bowing his head in mockery.
Everyone was staring at him in surprise. There were no sounds to be heard. The rustling of the leaves was the only thing that prevented the air from being total silence. His hair blew in his face as a burst of wind slapped their faces.
"And the sword is not fake," Jon said at last. He walked past Cersei and grabbed the Valyrian sword out of Aegon's hands. He went over to a random tree and sliced with all of his might. On impact, the sword carved through the tree with no resistance. The tree leans slanted slightly but it moved no more after that. Some people gasped and clapped their hands.
He walked back over to the prince and handed him the sword, smirking at Cerci the whole time. He wanted to say something else to the bitch but chose not to.
"Snow is right. You should stop talking," Viserys said to Cersei. The Woman huffed.
Aegon sat back down, still eyeing the sword in his hands. After savoring the sight of the sword, he looked to Jon. "You got this from the Golden Company?"
"He already said yes, little brother," Rhaenys said in annoyance.
"Aye, I did," Jon said. He spoke before the prince can respond to the princess so there can be no more arguing.
By now, everyone was seated again.
"Is this the only reason why the Golden Company has a bounty on your head?" Aegon asked curiously. "There are so many stories about you. Funny enough, It's almost like a spider web."
"You have a bounty on your head?!" Robb shouted, cutting in. The other northerners looked shocked as well. Arya, Bran, Rickon, and Sansa looked frightened and angry.
"You didn't know?" Jon asked. This is old news.
"No!"
"Well, damn." Jon smiled. "That just made everything complicated." Aegon and Tyrion shared his smile. Rhaenys still frowned.
"Damn right it did!" Robb's voice was lowered this time, but it was still incensed. "Why didn't you tell father? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Or me?!" Arya joined.
"Or me?!" Bran added.
"You've could've told all of us," Sansa said demurely. "We are your family."
"You should have told me too!" Rickon yelled. His voice was high and there was a slight squeak. Already, Jon heard a couple of sniggers.
Jon blinked at the quantity of angry Stark faces and moved to have some space. He looked at Robb. "I thought you were already aware."
"The north does not get as much news as the south," Aegon said, going to his defense. "It is not his fault. Well, except for getting the bounty in the first place."
Robb nodded stiffly. "Ok, go on and explain why you have the bounty."
The Starks crossed their arms, all of them looking crossed.
Jon's smile left his face. It was a painful thing to remember, and nobody realized or cared. That dreadful day, it was clear as day even now.
"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," Rhaenys said softly. She glared at Aegon and Robb as if they were was forcing Jon to talk. In return, a few people glared at the princess.
The funny thing is I want to do something if someone tells me not to.
"I want to speak, my princess." Rhaenys nodded, eyes worried.
"No, stealing that sword was not the only reason why I have a bounty." At this, everyone sat up in their chair.
Jon eyed them and said, "I have a bounty because I've killed their head leader and their secrete Blackfrye." He finally said it. His secret was reserved to himself for so long. It felt good to confess it.
The peaceful night sky was shattered by shouts. The Targaryen's stared at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
Jon's eyes closed as the image of the young man he had killed flashed in his mind. He was not feeling mournful over Harry, but for his friend. Jon wasn't aware that the young man was a Blackfrye because of his dyed, golden hair. Harry claimed that the man was his second son, and his name was Olly. Olly was a good man, so Jon liked him better than the arrogant fuck that was James.
Olly was his best mate in the Golden Company. He was smart, funny, kind and just a decent man all around. Though he was just so misled and stubborn.
After doing the assignments that the Golden Company threw at him, Harry finally trusted him. The general-commander revealed who Olly really was and what their plans were. They wanted to invade Westeros with a Blackfrye at their back.
Jon pleaded with Harry and Olly but they would not listen; therefore, he did what he had to do. He was from Westeros. He didn't want to have a war on his homeland. Olly and Harry were alone in the tent that night, thinking they could trust him.
There was so much betrayal in Olly's eyes when Jon's sword was in his chest. The betrayal had not once left his eyes, even as Jon's sword slithered out from his body, and even when he bleeds his life away next to the dead Harry. The next few days, Jon was hunted through the free cities like an animal.
Stop thinking about that, Olly is gone. Nothing will bring him back.
Aegon stood from his chair and yelled, "Calm down!"
The only reason why people complied because they wanted to hear what will be said next.
Aegon sat in his chair, his head on his intertwined fingers. He said, "If what you said is true, then you are hero, Snow."
"Why should we trust the word of a bastard?" Joffrey asked.
"Because this bastard has no reason to lie," Viserys said. "Joffrey, go to bed."
Joffrey gazed at his father with a lost expression. "But I'm not tired, father."
"I don't care. You need to go to bed."
Joffrey snarled in anger. "I am old enough to not be sent to bed!"
"Do you want to get slapped again?"
Cersei stood up and grabbed Joffrey's hand. "No, surely he doesn't." They both left.
"You brought our sword back to our family," Aegon started, "You killed a Blackfyre. You prevented a war. This is legendary, Snow."
"He did say that he is the finest blade in the east," Rhaenys said, smiling at Jon.
Aegon chuckled. "Yes. He just might be." He hoisted his goblet in the air. "Everyone, give a round of applause to Jon Snow!" The prince stood and walked to him. Jon frowned to what he was doing until Aegon's arms were around him.
People thumped their fist on the table and lifted their goblets. In everyone's eyes, there was respect and approval. There were nods that weren't there in the beginning. There were smiles now that he thought he would never get. Arianne continued to eye him with lust. Rhaenys smile was so real and bright that it reminded him of the sun of the Martell sigil. Aegon patted his shoulder and went back to his table.
"Let us sit down, brother." Robb's face was proud. Jon and the Starks walked with the north men to their tables. The rest of the night passed by; Jon didn't notice because he was busy laughing and making jokes.
….
The feast was over, and Robb and the others left already. Jon didn't leave with them. Jon knew Ghost was nearby, and he wanted to see the Direwolf. It was near the bank where he found Ghost. The direwolf was on his side, lazily licking his side. Ghost perked his head but didn't get up.
Jon walked over and sat down, rubbing Ghost's belly. "Why didn't you say hello to me? You were around after all."
Ghost didn't reply. His eyelids were closed, and his tongue was hanging out. Jon laughed and rubbed Ghost's stomach harder.
"I never thought a man would talk to an animal like that." Oh, damn.
Jon turned around to see the princess standing there. He hastily stood to his feet. Ghost merely gazed at the Targaryen, eyes disinterested.
"He is not an animal to me." Jon peeked over the shoulder of the princess to see if anyone was there. However, there was not a soul to be seen. Jon looked to the princess and said, "He is my partner."
Rhaenys hummed and walked to Ghost. She scratched Ghost's ear, and the direwolf closed his eyes. The princess laughed and asked, "What's his name?"
"His name is Ghost, your highness."
Rhaenys stopped scratching Ghost and narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you going to forget our agreement so early, Jon?" She was angry. Her exotic face was in a frown. Oddly enough, Jon found it attractive.
"I'm sorry, Rhaenys." His eyes drifted to her exposed cleavage. He looked back up to see that the princess was more amused now than angry.
"What are you staring at?" Rhaenys asked sweetly. Jon knew that he was caught gazing. What is happening to me?
"I am staring at the sky." Ok, that was bad. Who would ever believe that?
Rhaenys stepped around Ghost and touched Jon's cheek. She got closer until her breath was on his. Rhaenys whispered, "Why are you not telling the truth?"
"Telling the truth about what?"
"That you want me." Rhaenys pressed her body weight against him. Jon wrapped his hands around her waist. Their lips were almost touching. Jon was positive that the princess can feel his bulge poking her stomach.
"I want you, Jon," Rhaenys said in a light voice. "I know you want me too, but I want you to say it." They were so close now that they were cuddling.
I can't say it. She is my sister. I have to stop this. Jon's resolve weakened as Rhaenys smiled at him. Her lips seemed to be so inviting.
"I do."
"What did you say? I didn't hear you?" Rhaenys said, teasing. She pressed her head on the crook of his neck and rubbed her hands on his back.
"I want you." Jon can't deny it anymore. He can't fight this battle because it was impossible to win. He wants his sister. He had lost. Robb, I'm sorry.
"I'm not angry that you were talking to my handmaid."
What? She looked like she wanted to murder me.
Jon looked at her. "You're not mad?"
Rhaenys paused in her rubbing of his back. She turned to him, face frowning as she pondered. "I was mad at first, but then I realized something."
"And that is?"
The princess smiled softly, and Jon's belly had butterflies because of it. "That you are my man." She kissed the crook of his neck with affection.
Something in Jon snapped. The last of his shabby control vanished. He tried for a moment to search for that control but it was nowhere to be found. He put his head on the princess's shoulder to regain what he lost because he feared if he didn't, but Rhaenys still kissed his neck. The princess kissed one area to another while keeping her full lips on his skin. Every so often, she made a hushed, popping sound with her lips.
Jon couldn't take it anymore. He gives up fighting. He couldn't resist her temptations any longer. With strength that came from rigorous training, he picked Rhaenys from her bottom. Rhaenys gasped and snaked her arms around his neck. Jon pushed her against a tree and grabbed her ass. The princess's squeal was muted because Jon smashed his lips against hers. They kissed with passion and grabbed the faces of the other to find more space in each other's mouth. They've been ready to do this since the welcoming feast, so it was heated and they were eager.
What Jon is doing was wrong. He was kissing his sister, and he knew that it could drastically change into something else if they don't stop. But he couldn't stop his tongue from struggling from Rhaenys's. Her mouth was too warm to leave, and her body felt too good to not clutch.
Jon's hands were underneath her dress. To his shock, she was wearing no smallclothes. When his hand touched her wet entrance, Rhaenys moaned in his mouth. Jon toyed with it, watching how the princess reacted. Rhaenys left his mouth and looked to the sky, gasping.
I…I should stop. What they were doing felt so good to Jon, but he has to stop. Jon gave one last kiss to Rhaenys's opened mouth before backing away. He just had to give her one last kiss. Her delicious mouth was too open for him to not to feel again. Against his better judgment, Jon went back over and sucked on her neck before moving from her. This time, he would stay calm.
Rhaenys didn't say anything right away. She breathed hard, eyes closed. At last, she leaned her head on the tree and smiled at him. Her chest was falling up and down as she panted, but her eyes were filled with pleasure.
"You're an amazing kisser."
"You are too." He had the urge to say more about how she kissed him. This woman…This woman was the first one to ever bring him over the edge. He was never kissed like that before; he never kissed a woman like that too. What did this mean?
Rhaenys smiled. She walked over to him and put her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him again. "Jon, why did you stop? What we had going on was glorious."
What we had going on was incest, princess.
"It is getting late," Jon said. The truth was that if they hadn't stopped the pleasure of the flesh would have been followed by trouble. The princess didn't really care but Jon did.
Rhaenys brought her head from his chest and traced his lips with her finger. "We both know the real reason why."
"Ok, if you say so."
Rhaenys laughed and pecked him on the lips. "I know so. It's fine if you are not ready yet."
She then came close to his ear and whispered. "We have all the time in the world because you are my man. You don't belong to anyone else besides me."
Rhaenys kissed him again for a long moment. They separated afterward. The princess rubbed his chest and then walked away.
Jon stared at Rhaenys as she disappeared. When she was fully out of sight, Jon fell to his knees and sighed. What have I done?
It didn't matter now to question things. Nothing is going to be the same. He and the princess is something else now. Jon knew that he couldn't be apart if he tried, and Rhaenys wouldn't let him go anyway. The princesses soft skin seemed to still be on his hands even when she is gone. Jon wiped his fingers on his thigh to remove the wetness. He didn't look at it when he did it because it would remind him of how willing the princess was. Jon didn't need that now. He was afraid that he would chase after her to finish what they started.
Ghost padded over to him and licked Jon's face. Jon was comforted by this, but his worries were not calmed. I almost took my sister against a tree. Jon knew for certain that the princess had him wrapped around her finger.
Rhaenys
"Did you enjoy the lake, my princess?" Jamie asked when she was in view.
Rhaenys wanted to smirk. She did enjoy the lake, though she enjoyed the lake with another person. Everyone knew that she was crafty and manipulative. Rhaenys used those talents tonight.
She was the one to suggest having the feast outside to her brother. She couldn't care less if it was inside or outside. She just wanted to have Jon Snow to herself. Rhaenys wanted to talk to him earlier but didn't get the chance to do so. The blabbering fools wouldn't leave her alone. The only bright side was her cousins.
Nevertheless, I got what I came for. She, without a doubt, got what she craved from the beginning. Rhaenys saw Jon leaving, and she persuaded Jaime to leave her be; saying that she wanted to look at the lake alone. It was worth it. She kissed Jon, and he kissed back. At first, Rhaenys thought he would put up a tougher fight, but it appeared he couldn't resist her at all. Jon wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Rhaenys was glad that he didn't defy her. The kiss they had was so, so breathtaking. No man had the balls, or the skill to move their tongue like that. Rhaenys would have been all too happy if Jon hadn't retreated from their kiss. She was ready for it but he wasn't. Rhaenys was a tad disappointed because they didn't take the step further. But she thought about how crude and basic it would be if Jon fucked her against the tree.
No, it has to be right. Rhaenys thought. When she first saw him, she just wanted to have a night of pleasure with him and that was it. That changed when they danced together. It changed even further when he played his song with the moon at his back. Rhaenys never saw a more handsome man when he sang.
"Yes, it was most impressive," Rhaenys said. Her smile must have been too happy because Jaime looked suspicious. She was known for her wit, not for her smiles like Aegon. She saved her smiles for a purpose. And so far, she sent more smiles to Jon than any other person in her life.
"What's with that look?" Rhaenys questioned. "But let us leave. I am ready to retire." She walked past the kingsguard.
"We may go, my princess." Jaime bowed his head and walked behind her.
….
When Rhaenys opened the door to her room, Arianne was there. Instead of being happy to see her cousin, she felt angry. Rhaenys saw how she was looking at her man, and she didn't like it at all. It was time to set some boundaries with her cousin.
Arianne smiled at her and said, "Rhae, how did you enjoy the feast?" She sat on the bed.
"It was enjoyable," Rhaenys said shortly, frowning. I don't care about the fucking feast. I care about Jon.
Arianne coyly smiled. "The feast would surely be more boring if it wasn't for Jon Snow."
Even now, her cousin's voice was full of wanting. Rhaenys was not dimwitted. Arianne was lusting over the bastard.
Rhaenys eyes narrowed and said, "It sure would." The revelation shocked everyone. Everyone thought Jon was just a failed thief, and Rhaenys was pleased that the opinion changed. She had to thank Aegon later for showing Jon the gratitude he earned.
Arianne laughed. "Why are you giving me the stink eye, cousin?"
I'm looking at you this way because I want you to leave my man alone.
"You are displeasing me," Rhaenys replied. "You deserve it."
Arianne looked around in the pretense of confusion before looking at her. "I'm afraid I do not know what you mean." In her eyes, she knew what she was doing.
"Stop acting like you are too fucked up in your ass to understand what I meant," Rhaenys snapped. "This is about Snow."
"Ah, Snow." Arianne's smile turned lusty. "What a fine human being he is."
Her smile only served to make Rhaenys more irritated. She stepped closer to Arianne. "I saw how you were watching him tonight. You were eyeing him like he was a piece of spice meat from Dorne."
Arianne shrugged, still smiling at her. "What about it?"
If you don't stop playing with me I will slap you, cousin.
"I want you to leave him alone," Rhaenys said sharply.
Arianne grew angry. She got up from the bed and got close to her face. Rhaenys was tall for a woman, while Arianne was short. Therefore, Rhaenys was able to stare her down. Arianne met her stare, not intimidated.
"Nobody tells me who I can't want, and you can't either," Arianne said.
"I am the princess," Rhaenys countered with a laugh.
"Yet you can't order me to do anything," Arianne replied with a grin. "Wouldn't everyone be confused if you are telling me to not go after him? It would break your image as a princess."
"I don't care what the sheep have to say," Rhaenys growled. "Snow is my man." Jon is a man that I never met before. I'm not going to let my cousin take him away from me.
"He is your man?" Arianne chuckled. "You've just met him, and you already acting possessive."
"Does that matter?" Rhaenys asked. It was true that it was odd for her to act like this for a man she barely knows. But Jon is special. Rhaenys knows that he is special. She will not let anyone steal him away from her.
"I'm sorry, Rhae." By the smile on Arianne's face, she was not sorry at all. "Nothing will stop me from going after him. Hell, he might even enjoy it."
Angered, Rhaenys grabbed Arianne around the arm and squeezed. Rhaenys looked her in the eye and said, "You don't listen, do you? I'm telling you that he is not going to be one of your conquests. Snow is mine to have. Do you hear me, cousin?"
Arianne smiled in the face of her anger. "I do hear you, but you are not going to stop me. If you want Snow to yourself…earn it."
The princess of Dorn slipped from her grasp and left the room.
Jaime looked in the room. "Are you ok, your highness?"
Rhaenys breathed in and out from her nose. "Yes." But nothing was ok. Her cousin is going after her man with lust, and Rhaenys is going to prevent that. Jon Snow belonged to her and Arianne was going to find that out herself. Rhaenys was a dragon and dragons always get what they want.
I saw episode 3 "The long night"...And I am disappointed. The strategy was awful, and the plot armor is even worse! The Feared Dothraki is defeated in thirty seconds, but the main characters survived at the front lines? There are so many things I can point out but I'm not going to. All I can say is that Jon and bran are now useless and the Night king's arc is destroyed. The long night should be named the short night. Game of Thrones is not the same...
But let's go to the more cheery stuff! Yup, I used the song "Lament for Boromir" I thought it would fit well in this chapter. Let me know what you think!