Chapter 8: Jon
Summary:
Jon travels southward, stopping at Horn Hill and Oldtown before boarding a boat for Oakenshield
Notes:
There is a paragraph with have a brief amount of smut toward the end. It is really only two paragraphs. But from here on out most chapters will have some smut in them or a reference to such activities by the characters. So, this isn't a story that is meant to just be porn but more explicit things will happen starting here and expanding in the next chapter and the one after that. Some chapters will be smut based with little plot while others will be mostly plot based with little smut. Just so you are warned.
This is also the second to last major time skip of the series. The last time skip will be chapter 12. From that point the story will be mostly linear with each chapter following closely behind each other.
Also two years have passed since the previous chapter.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Jon
His second trip to Horn Hill was far better than his first. Mainly, Jon thought this was because Lord Randyll was on a trip to the Arbor to help negotiate a true fostering for his heir, Samwell. Sam had been a page when he was younger for Lord Paxter but it didn't go well. Lord Redwyne was holding a small tourney for local knights and any lords who wanted a few days of feasting. Lord Tarly had decided that this was a good chance to try and negotiate with Lord Paxter, only this time he was hoping for better luck. Sam told Jon that Lord Randyll is trying almost everything to get rid of his eldest son.
Sam was too old to be a page but could be still a squire for some lord. Sam said this was the last hope he had, for if Lord Paxter would not take him, he feared what his father would do to him. Thankfully, Lord Randyll left a few days ago and would be gone for at least until the next moon turn. Sam's fate would be decided in a few weeks.
There was also the passage of time. It has been four years since he had been here. He had grown and developed thicker skin being able to survive most barbs and insults thrown his way.
Sam told Jon that his father was trying to also secure him a betrothal to Lord Paxter's daughter. This would be a great boon for House Tarly and for Sam, as he would be useful in his father's eyes. Jon and Sam had been exchanging letters since they met four years prior. Mainly they talked about books at first, but Jon convinced Sam to read about military conquests and campaigns, which allowed Jon to discuss strategy and tactics with someone other than Ser Garlan. Jon even convinced Margaery a year and a half ago to send a few letters to the boy to learn about new books she and Jon could read. Sam was slowly becoming a far more different from the boy Jon had first met. Drops of confidence, social ability, and bravery from these mere exchanging of letters had made Sam different. Jon could tell the difference in Sam's letters with the interests he had and goings on in the boys life. Jon decided it was a good kind of different. Happy to see his friend be more confident.
When Jon saw the boy again though, he was even more portly than he was before. Knowing who his father was and the fear Sam had, Jon came up with a plan. First, he sent a letter to Margaery asking her to write to her aunt, Mina Tyrell, and her cousin, Desmera Redwyne. He wanted her to convince them to allow a courtship between Desmera and Sam. Jon knew an open betrothal wouldn't outright happen, but if they could send letters and maybe meet under a chaperone at the tourney at Oldtown next year, then Sam could have a chance of surviving his father.
Jon then took the next few days to try and toughen Sam up a little. His friend was a self-confessed coward and being as round as he was, Sam was never going to be a warrior. Jon had Sam focus on work with a bow, this worked slightly but Sam kept missing the mark because of his shaky arms. Then they moved to a crossbow. Sam was far better at this, and his aim improved. Jon tried a sword and spear with him but didn't want to push his friend too hard.
Next Jon trained the one thing that Sam truly had, his mind. Jon fed more military books to his friend. Jon even started to teach Sam a game called Cyvasse. Jon had played a few rounds with Margaery at Highgarden, who he always beat. He also played some with Garlan who offered a better challenge. Sam though was something else. It only took two games for Sam to master the game, and this gave Jon a real challenge, which he quite enjoyed.
They practiced all of these and more for the next few days. In the morning they spared and trained with the weapons. By noon they were on horseback training to ride and hunt. By the evenings they were discussing strategy and playing Cyvasse. Jon asked Ser Garlan if they stay a few more days which Ser Garlan consented to after learning about why Jon was doing this. They ended up staying for an entire fortnight.
Sam improved remarkably. Though there would never be any songs sung about Sam's prowess in a battle, Jon was confident his friend would survive any battle he found himself in.
The two things that really improved on Sam was his weight and his growing tactical mind. In the fortnight Sam seemed to have lost nearly a stone in weight. If Sam kept this up even at a quarter of the pace, Jon was sure that his friend would no longer be seen as fat by those that meet him. But he would never be as fit as either Jon or Garlan. Not every man needed to be, and Jon prayed that Lord Randyll would look more favorably on his son.
Then there was Sam's mind. After being introduced to Cyvasse, Sam developed a real mind for strategy. Sam wouldn't personally win any battles with his sword, but as long as he had the ear of an army leader that army might win every encounter they would ever have. Just like his father.
Sam also improved on his communication skills. Not only was he more confident talking to servants, but also the guards who used to bully him. The first letter from Lady Desmera arrived a day before Jon would leave. She was sweet to him and didn't mind his awkwardness or lack of martial prowess. She said she liked a gentler type of boy, one that didn't remind her of her brothers. Jon liked her for that. She even recommended a book for Sam which he immediately asked some servants to find a copy for him. Jon helped him construct a reply and gave Sam some tips to write future ones. Jon even told him to write to Margaery for some tips. She would know far more than me on what to write, thought Jon. His friend thanked Jon as he sent the reply to Desmera.
After they overstayed their welcome, Jon and Ser Garlan left for Oldtown. Before leaving, Jon and Sam embraced, and Ser Garlan loudly proclaimed that Sam always would be a friend with House Tyrell and House Stark. Jon was confident that Lord Randyll wouldn't do anything drastic with his heir once he returned from the Arbor. If anything, he might finally approve of Sam.
The journey to Oldtown was quite uneventful. The air was warm which made sleeping difficult for Jon. While he had gotten used to the heat of the south, many nights he wished he could enjoy the summer snows of the North. It had been six years since he left Winterfell, and a part of Jon feared that he was forgetting it. He still wrote to his family, with Robb and Sansa replying the most. His father mainly sent him a letter consistently twice a year. Once on his name day and once before the new year.
Oldtown was a splendid city. It was far less offensive to his eyes and nose than that of King's Landing which Jon was grateful for. It was still a city that grew with no true organization, but the millennia had allowed some of the disorderly growth to be controlled. The gates of the city were grand, Jon hadn't seen anything like it since their brief stay in King's Landing.
The sun was setting as they arrived, so Ser Garlan found themselves an inn near the Citadel. The inn was nearly empty which allowed Jon to have his own room. They dropped off their things and went to the dining room for supper. They both got a plate with half a chicken, a full potato with cheese, and half a loaf of bread.
"Why are we here Ser Garlan? Isn't the tourney in a year?" asked Jon.
"Well, we haven't been to the Shield Islands yet and Lord Humfrey Hewett of Oakenshield is holding a melee for warriors of the isles and anyone that could make it. The event is still a week from starting which is why I allowed the prolonged stay at Horn Hill," said Ser Garlan finishing off his potato.
"Alright, but why are we here at Oldtown. Couldn't we have found a riverboat to the coast then a galley to the islands?" said Jon chewing on his bread.
"My grandmother requested that I get some things from the Citadel. We will go tomorrow morning, collect them, and send them to Highgarden. I was informed that Lord Hightower would send some men to bring everything back for us," said Ser Garlan setting aside the bones of his chicken half, "We will treat with them and then find a ship to Oakenshield"
"What do we need to get for h-um…I shouldn't ask…sorry Ser. It isn't my place"
"You are fine Jon. She didn't tell it what she wanted was secretive. Mainly she wants two books about the Targaryens as well as a book…um…The Lineages and Histories of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, With Descriptions of Many High Lords and Noble Ladies and Their Children"
"She just wants three books. Anyone could've gotten them for her"
"There is also a chest of scrolls that she trusts us to get. And Lord Hightower has another chest for her," said Ser Garlan before adding, "I don't know what the scrolls are or what Lord Hightower has. We are just to retrieve them and send everything back to her"
The Two finished their meal and went to sleep. The bed was quite comfortable, although Jon missed his from Highgarden. Jon fell asleep in comfort and deep sigh.
Jon dreamt of a pretty, buxom girl with long brown hair and she was almost a year his elder. The two danced after Jon won a victory in her honor and she kissed Jon allowing him to fondle her breasts. Later they went to his rooms, and they did things that a conscious Jon wished he could do with a girl. This type of dream has been a common occurrence. Jon, after turning two and ten, frequently dreamt of girls. Usually, it was Margaery or a pretty servant from Highgarden, but this new girl was unknown.
Jon awoke early with a stiffness in his smallclothes.
Jon quickly took care of the problem tugging his cock to the thought of the new mystery girl. Jon closed his eyes and focused on her pretty face and brown eyes. He pictured her naked before him with her hand on his cock, rubbing him sensually as he pinched her pink nipples and groped her large breasts. Just as Jon was close to climaxing though, the mystery girl shifted to be Margaery, standing naked with her riding leathers discarded behind her. His hands went from her breasts to her ass, squeezing her as Margaery pulled on him. He then imagined him spilling his seed on the belly of his friend as her brown doe eyes stared intensely into his.
Jon panted as he sat back down. The was some guilt. Never had he had such a thought about his friend. Sure he rubbed his cock to the thought of her, but usually she was clothed and not performing the act for him. This made him feel a bit strange and dirty.
Jon then quickly washed and dressed himself. He joined Ser Garlan in his quarters to help dress the knight. Jon still felt a bit guilty every time he looked at Garlan, but Jon did his best to not let his guilt show.
Jon followed his knight to the Citadel. The man in grey robes at the front greeted the two with boredom. The man was as unhelpful as ever and seemed to Jon, to take as long as he could to stall them. Jon looked through the collection of books that they were allowed to look at while a novice went about finding the tomes that they wanted.
Jon picked up a copy of Mushroom's accounts while Ser Garlan read through a small book of House Fossoway. Jon was able to read halfway through the text when the novice finally arrived.
The three books and small chest seemed to be too much for the boy who was shaking from carrying the load. Jon quickly helped the boy by taking the books while Ser Garlan handled the chest. The two put back their texts and finally left the Citadel. The sun was high in the sky and its heat made Jon regret his earlier thought of Oldtown's smell not being offensive to his nose.
The duo went down to the docks and found a ferry to take them to the Hightower. Some of knights there immediately recognized and summoned Ser Baelor Hightower.
The knight was quite kind and didn't care about Jon being a bastard and showed them around the base of the Hightower. The giant lighthouse was amazing to Jon since it was the only structure taller than the Wall. The flame at the top of the tower attracted Jon and he seemed to not pay attention to anything Ser Baelor said.
After a while Ser Garlan was able to transfer over the books and the chest. Ser Baelor saw the two off, personally funding their trip to Oakenshield.
Almost immediately Jon threw up as the city left his view. Jon hoped that Oakenshield would be worth it. For a moment Jon thought of the mystery dream girl and prayed that maybe she might be on the island. That would make going on this damned boat worth it.
Notes:
Chapter 9 will be released on Friday. We get to see Falia where she and Jon get a little hot. There is also a melee.
Sam isn't a focus of the story. So if you don't like him, he will show up for a few more chapters in this section of the story, before leaving until he rejoins much, much later.
As always any critiques are welcome. I will try to answer any questions I can. Please point out any spelling, grammar, or factual errors if you see them.
Chapter 9: Jon / Falia
Summary:
Jon arrives at Oakenshield and has an amorous encounter with a fellow bastard.
Falia watches the melee and prays for her champion to be victorious.
Notes:
This chapter gets a little hot and ridiculous but unfortunately things don't go all the way just yet. Just so you know, if you don't like this kind of thing then this chapter, or story, isn't for you.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Jon
Oakenshield was by far the worse hall that Jon had ever visited.
Jon and Ser Garlan had arrived a few days before the start of the Melee. The welcome feast was a modest one. The Shield Islands weren't known for their abundance, but Lord Hewett was able to add a grandness to his halls and with the provided food.
Each knight was introduced one-by-one with their squires while the courses went around. Most of the knights were either from Oakenshield or from one of the other shield islands. Many had grey beards or were fresh out of knighthood. Throughout the feast a page would find the various knights who would then present themselves to Lord Hewett and his family. Jon and Ser Garlan were the tenth ones to be summoned. All of those before them were from some noble or knightly house.
"Introducing, Ser Garlan of the House Tyrell and his squire, Jon Snow of House Stark" exclaimed the page with a slight drop in his voice as he said Jon's name, "Both have declared their intentions to enter the melee"
Lord Hewett didn't look happy with the idea of Jon participating in his melee. The entire hall seemed to despise the idea of a bastard squire participating.
Ser Garlan had told Jon that he would be participating in the melee as a real test of his skill. Most opponents that Jon had faced in the yard either knew him or knew it was just training, so they didn't go nearly as had as they could've. Ser Garlan thought that the melee would have Jon face men that would do anything to win, a perfect way to simulate battle.
As they took their seats Jon could feel the eyes of all on him. Through the whispers, many knights were glaring at him. Glancing at the high table Jon could even see the wife of Lord Hewett was shooting daggers at him. Another lady with a distain for bastards. Great, thought Jon.
Nearly twenty knights were introduced, none of which had their squires join in the event. The last knight to be introduced was a bastard as well, and he was met with similar glares and whispers as Jon.
The feast began in earnest after all combatants were introduced. None of the knights or attendants sat near Jon, and none of the servants paid him any attention. Ser Garlan was the only one that managed to flag down some food for Jon which he was thankful for.
As Jon ate, he looked around the room. The hall wasn't as grand as Highgarden or Winterfell, but it still was able to hold many people. As he scanned the room, Jon looked at the high table once more. There he spotted someone that made his stomach jump a little.
Directly serving the Hewett family was a familiar brown haired buxom girl. As she served Lady Hewett Jon saw the same brown eyes that pleased him in his dream a few nights ago. She served the family in an old green dress that looked as if it was tailored over the past few years. There were obvious patches and additional material to allow the girl to fit in it, as if she was only allowed this one dress and had to do everything to cover her modesty. The girl spotted him for a moment and smiled. She then quickly went about serving the family.
Knowing it might not do anything Jon turned to the closest knight to which he could talk. It was luckily for Jon that an older knight who was well into his cups. I might be able to get an answer from him.
"Who is that servant up on the dais?" asked Jon to the drunk knight.
"Har. That busty wench. She, hic. She is the d-daughter of Lord Hewett. H-His natural, hic. Natural daughter. F-Falia Flowers is her name, hic. Why bastard, wanting a nice lay?" said the knight with a laugh as he downed another cup and waved over a servant for another.
Lord Hewett is the real bastard. He makes his own daughter serve him. Of all the lords that had insulted Jon, Lord Hewett was truly the worst. Jon scowled at the lord and his family as he drank a cup of wine.
After the food, Lord Hewett ordered for dessert to be served. The servants brought out many different pies for each table. Jon saw that each member on the dais was given their own pie. The servants put multiple pies on the lower tables, each knight only going to have maybe a slice for themselves. The servants quickly left, and Jon noticed that he and the bastard knight didn't have a pie near them.
Jon looked hungry at the apple pie passed Ser Garlan, who was too drunk to notice that his squire was being neglected. After a few moments Jon was surprised by the arrival of an addition apple pie being sat in front of him.
He looked over his shoulder to see that his face as level with the buxom chest of Falia Flowers. Her patchworked dress had a few stitches loose, allowing the fabric haphazardly attached to the top of her dress to sag downward. Jon felt his cheeks blush as he got a generous eyeful of her cleavage.
Falia either didn't notice Jon's staring or didn't care for she gave him a bright smile and left him, quickly leaving to attend to her family.
Jon ate three slices of the pie and left the table for the back of the hall. A few of the tables were pulled away as a bard and a few musicians. The drunk knights and ladies all started to dance to "The Bear and the Maiden Fair" in the new space. Jon clapped along with those that didn't have a partner to dance with.
After a few songs Jon could sense that someone had joined him on the wall.
Falia Flowers was leaning against the wall with Jon, looking at him with her large brown eyes.
"How has your evening been, my lord," asked the pretty girl.
"I am no lord, just a bastard, my lady," replied Jon
"Then I am no lady as well. May I have your name, my just a bastard," giggled Falia.
"Jon Snow. Jon if it pleases you, my lady," said Jon not knowing what to say or ask.
"You can call me Falia then Jon,"
"I know. I already asked about your n- I mean…uh never mind"
Falia studied him for a moment before asking with a pout, "Why did you ask about me? Why is such a handsome squire interested in a bastard girl like me"
"You just uh-uh…looked familiar. Y-You look terribly similar to Lord Hewett, so I was curious as to why you were serving him," stumbled Jon not wanting to give away that they have had sex in his dreams.
"My stepmother makes me serve them. She has made all in these halls hate me and all other bastards. She is a witch and made my father a bastard of a different kind," snarled Falia but she took a breath and smiled at him once more, "So how has your evening been Jon"
Jon was completely honest with her. He told her that he thought that Lord Hewett was a fool and a cruel man. He hated the looks and treatment he got because he was a bastard. He told her that he wanted the melee to start so he could pummel all of these stupid knights into the ground.
"…but the only good part has been you, my lady. Your kind smile and generosity with the apple pie has almost made this night bearable," finished Jon.
"Is there anyway that I could make this night any better for you, Jon," asked Falia getting closer to him.
Allowing me to tear off your dress and go to your chambers would be wonderful, thought Jon before saying, "A dance or two with a walk outside would make this one of the best nights I've had"
Falia beamed at him and the got close just a few feet away from the back wall. They merrily danced to "The Dornish Man's Wife" with Falia mostly leading Jon. After so many years of Margaery and her ladies forcing him to dance, Jon was still a piss poor dancer. The two continued like this for two more songs until the more somber "Jenny's Song"
While it wasn't a romantic song, the merry dance slowed down and all those with a partner got close to each other.
Jon, in a brave fit, pulled Falia closer to him. Both Jon and Falia blushed at the gesture. The closeness of Falia's amble bosom caused a stirring in Jon's pants. Determined to not ruin the moment, Jon gazed into the older girl's eyes to move his mind from the girl's teats.
Right now, Falia was almost a forehead taller than Jon, but Jon knew that he would pass her in height soon. Margaery was taller than him for nearly a year and before he left Highgarden, he was already half an inch taller than her. For now, Jon's grey eyes looked up to Falia's pretty brown ones.
After the song ended and was replaced with a livelier one the two simply stood still, not attempting to pull apart. Jon was the first to break eye contact as he couldn't help himself and looked down. Through the closeness of the dancing, the patchwork bodice of Falia's dress was coming undone, allowing Jon an even better view of Falia's generous breasts.
Jon instinctively licked his lips and felt his cock instantly stand to attention. Jon looked back up to the girl expecting her to be revolted or insulted by Jon. But she just looked at him in the same hungry way. Without speaking she took Jon's hand and pulled him through the doors.
The cool night air hit Jon in the most relieving way. For one it helped calm down his cock and for another it made Jon notice just how warm the hall was and how he needed to get away.
"So, Jon, where would you like to walk to? I know this castle better than most," hummed Falia not letting go of his hand.
"Do you have some sort of gardens? I always find gardens the best place to get to know someone"
Falia lead Jon through the walkways of her father's castle. After a few quick turns Jon regretted having three slices of pie and a glass of wine. Jon simply concentrated on his breathing and the ass of the lady leading him. Marge's ass is much larger and shapely, but Falia's is still nice to look at.
After succeeding in not puking, the two had arrived at the gardens.
Lord Hewett's Garden was modest like most things in his fief. There was a nice fountain with various benches and a few hedges to give some privacy. Around the edges were various flowers that Jon couldn't recognize in the lower light level.
Falia led Jon to a bench in the corner, letting go of his hand as she made to sit on the bench. The slight exertion of leading Jon through her father's castle had caused the already loose patches on her dress to unravel further. This concerned Jon, so without thinking he asked.
"Why do keep wearing that dress and not get a new one? It is falling apart"
"My stepmother wants me to wear it as a way of humiliating me. I have had the same five dresses since I was three and ten years old. I was as flat as her, but still twice as pretty. Then after my teats began to develop, she didn't allow me a new dress, just the same ones. So I began to tailor the dresses to accommodate my growth. I used parts from other dress to allow myself to be covered and so the fabric was similar enough, but my stitch work is quite poor"
"She sounds like a bitch"
"She is just jealous. No tits to offer my father so he had to find some elsewhere with my mother. She thinks I will eventually expose myself because of my decaying dresses, forcing me to leave forever in shame, or my father finally will remove me to protect his House's reputation"
Jon didn't know what to say, feeling he ruined the mood. Falia looked at him for a moment before pulling him to sit next to her.
"Sorry for ruining thin- "started Jon before he was interrupted by Falia's lips.
This kiss was nothing like Jon had ever experienced. He only had kiss one other person, Wynafryd Manderly, and this one was far better. The two youths were inexperienced in the art of snogging, but once Jon's initial shock wore off, he returned the kiss with passion. After a few pecks and holding of their lips Jon decided bravely to try and put his tongue in Falia's mouth. He moved his tongue to her lips, and she parted her mouth letting his tongue touch hers.
Jon felt warm as they continued to kiss. He could feel his pants tighten once more and eagerly reached up and cupped one of Falia's breasts. To Jon they felt amazing. Never had he touched a woman here before and his cock strained in excitement. Jon felt her nipple harden and brushed his thumb over it.
To answer his groping, Falia started to move her hand over his pants. From his knee to his groin, she smoothly traced his leg before cupping his member through his pants. She began to rub him, making him want to tear off their clothes at once.
But a small voice in his head nagged at him. You mustn't dishonor this girl. She doesn't deserve a bastard in her belly.
With this thought Jon pulled away causing Falia to whine in confusion.
"I am sorry Falia. But we mustn't. I cannot dishonor you. It is not right for you"
The older girl looked at him with a hint of frustration saying, "You are right for me. A bastard for a bastard. Nothing wrong with it"
"No. If I take you maidenhead- "
"Then you take my maidenhead. I am almost a woman grown. I am tired of still being a maid, Jon!"
"I-I am sorry…but no…I- "
The girl radiated heat but looked as though she was thinking, "You are participating in the Melee, correct?"
"Aye, but wha- "
"Then make me a deal. If you win with my favor, you and I spend every moment you are still here together. We leave each other no longer being maids. Deal?"
"Um"
"Aye or no, Jon," said Falia with a stern look.
"Aye. Falia. Aye," said Jon with defeat in his voice.
"Good. Now I will give you, my favor. We will continue to kiss for a few minutes like we were, but no further. Then you get to bed so you can win tomorrow. All right?"
Jon barely nodded when he heard the rip of fabric and thread.
Jon looked in amazement as Falia tore off the already loose bodice, giving Jon a good look at her big bare breasts before leaning over and tying the cloth to Jon's arm.
"Now kiss me Snow"
The two locked lips once more. This time it was Falia's tongue in Jon's mouth. Jon quickly grabbed both of the older girl's exposed teats and started to paw at them. Falia also had her hand back on his cock, teasingly rubbing him through his pants. This is her revenge for me interrupting her. Jon pinched one of her nipples causing her to moan in his mouth.
The two carried on for nearly half an hour. Jon was ready to explode in his pants and Falia was panting and moaning quite a lot. Eventually they both mutually broke away from each other whining at the absence of the other.
The two got up from the bench and made their way through the castle. Jon walked in front of Falia to protect her modesty, as she didn't bother to cover her tits. Lucky for them, there was no one to meet them and they got away with such a shameless walk. The girl directed him to her chambers where she quickly opened the door and went inside.
Jon stood there for a moment before Falia reopened the door. Looked as though she contemplated pulling him inside but settled for another kiss. Jon reached around to grab her ass which caused her to giggle. Falia then gave him a peck on the cheek and closed her door, locking it. Leaving Jon to find his bed on his own.
He could've sworn he heard a whisper say, "Good, your grace. You almost have your first wife," but he pushed it away. Must've been the wine, thought Jon.
Falia
The smell of the kitchens in the morning was Falia's favorite. The aroma of fresh toast, bacon, eggs, and juice was always wonderful and made her almost enjoy her role as a servant for her family.
The usual cooks yelled for each new tray to be moved to the hall. First it was the bacon and eggs. Then the toast with various jellies. After them was things for late comers, like porridge, yogurt, and a final round of eggs. All throughout there were a women carrying pitchers filled with the fresh juice and a few with wine. The meal was ended with some light desserts.
Falia had to serve her family the entire time. While her youngest sisters seemed happy to see her, her brothers and other sisters seemed to relevel in seeing her serve them. Her stepmother with her cruel smile watches Falia lay trays or pour drinks, delighted that the ploy of her husband's bastard. You will get what you deserve bitch, thought Falia.
After her family had eaten their fill, Falia was able to join Jon at the back of the hall to eat some of the scraps left on the tables. Jon had saved some bacon for her and even a few pieces of toast. As she entered her seat, he even filled her glass with what smelled like apple juice. She loved this, happy that someone could briefly serve her. Not that Jon is my servant. I want him to be more than that to me and me the same for him.
There was some awkwardness from the night before but they both powered through it. They talked like they were old friends and not like they just met and almost fucked.
In her eyes, Jon was one of the most handsome boys she had seen. He was a year younger than her but had a noble look to him that made him look older and from a higher station than he was. Most of the women that had seen him had said much of the same. The older women wishing they were his age so they could bed him with less shame, while those already of a similar age were a bit intimidated by such a handsome boy. They also knew that the lady of the castle would be furious if anyone was kind to a bastard while she was here.
During the quick meal, the two had played with each other's feet and Falia caught Jon staring at her bosom more than once. She didn't say anything, but the attention brought a warmth to her thighs.
Jon was different. She saw many knights stare at her womanly figure all the time and she normally found it annoying or even disturbing at times. But with Jon, she wanted it. She wanted his eyes to never leave her.
She quickly finished off her plate as the entire hall rose with her lord father. Everyone left together, although Jon went to check in with Ser Garlan who sent him away to go collect their armor and weapons.
Falia followed the crowd of people as they slowly made their way to the field where the melee would be held. Over the past month her father had men build up a few raised platforms for all to see the fights and a study wall to be the boundary for the competition.
As she approached said field, she saw a booth that wasn't built by her father men.
There was a small cloth tent at the entrance path of the field. There was a crude sign saying 'Wagers' with two guards of House Hewett standing either side of it, most likely to ensure the man running the booth won't disappear with everyone's money. She saw quite a few people go over and make bets on various knights, with most being on Ser Garlan to win.
I could make some money to buy a dress if I do this right. Or I could use what little money I have, though Falia as she stood debating on what to do.
"If you make a bet, my lady, I think it should be on your friend Jon," said a kind voice from behind her.
Ser Garlan had approached from behind her. He wore a bright smile and was missing most of his armor. She figured that he and Jon would dress in their armor just before the fight starts.
"I don't have much money, Ser. Only ten dragons that I was going to use to buy a new dress with. Nothing more," said Falia.
"Well, Jon will have the most pay out. Almost fifteen hundred dragons are on the line with these wagers and only two people have bet on him so far," said Ser Garlan.
Falia looked and saw that no one has bet on Jon yet. She was about to say this when the knight spoke.
"I should say that so far two people will have bet on him. Me and Jon himself"
"Isn't it cheating to bet on your own squire?"
"No. It is a mark of my confidence in him. I know he will win, and I plan on making some coin from this confidence. And you should to. You can win five hundred dragons. Enough for fifty comely dresses instead of just one"
Falia thought about it before joining Ser Garlan in making the bet. Now I have even more reason for Jon to win. More gold than I have ever had, and I will no longer be a maid. What a day this will be for me.
The bookkeeper handed them slips to identify them when they might come to collect. Falia said her goodbyes to Ser Garlan, who kissed her knuckles. A kindness that no other knight had given her.
She made walked up one of the stands and sat near the top. She wanted to be lost in the crowd so that her family couldn't find her and make her wait on them. The eager crowd kept calling for the fighters to appear and it took nearly twenty minutes for everyone to start lining up.
In total there were thirty-three combatants with Jon being the youngest and shortest, due to his age. Falia watched from her high spot as her father made a grand speech, about chivalry and glory, which was putting her to sleep. Each warrior was introduced and Falia only cheered when Ser Garlan and Jon Snow were announced. The two were kind to her and prayed that they would be victorious.
Her father than recounted the order of events. First would be the melee with all combatants fighting. Whatever fights break out must finish with a yield and no new ones would start. This would leave around half the contestants in the arena. After this first round there would be groups of four to six that would enter and fight. There should be between three and four groups depending on however many men yield in the first round. After an interlude, the final two fights will take place. The first will be the final six to eight split and whittled down. The final fight will be the last three or four fighting for victory. The winner of which will win a thousand gold dragons, second will get five hundred dragons, and third will receive two hundred and fifty.
After the exhausting speech, her father sat down and waved toward the line of men. The combatants made their way to the sides of the circular arena and waited for the trumpet blast to begin. After what seemed like an eternity, the trumpets from every stand blasted. With a synchronous unsheathing of blades every fighter began to find an opponent.
Nearly every contestant turned to their right or left to find someone to fight. Falia kept her eyes on Jon who was quickly assaulted by two full grown knights, one with a green band around his arm and the other with a red plume on his helmet.
Falia held her breath, thinking that Jon was going to eliminated from the melee so quickly. But Jon surprised her and all that watched. Jon dispatched his first attacker, the one with the red plumed helmet, within moments, one of that fastest yields Falia had ever seen. He then turned and kicked the second attacker in his leg and tried to disarm the knight. But the green banded knight was a better fighter than the previous.
He deftly pushed Jon off of him and pressed a feeble attack, the kick to his leg more of hinderance than the knight first thought. Jon stayed on the defensive until he could do the same kick again and the knight finally yielded.
Falia, relieved at Jon's success, quickly looked around the arena and saw that Ser Garlan was beating back the bastard knight that entered last. Garlan ducked under the bastard's attack and Garlan was able to grab the knight and push him against the outer wall. The bastard knight was dazed by the move and didn't see Ser Garlan's sword swing and collide with his head. The knight let out a loud yelp and yielded to Ser Garlan.
The two she wanted to win stood back as the others fought around them. After everyone finished their own duels, there was fifteen men still in the melee. Luckily, there weren't any deaths which Falia thanked the gods for. The trumpets sounded allowing all to go and refresh for the next fight.
After a quarter hour the first group of six came out, neither Jon nor Ser Garlan were part of this group. Therefore, Falia wasn't interested in the fight and truly watched for one moment when one brute of a knight with a black helm and armor kicked a squire in his chest. The poor boy fell backwards and landed on his arm with a sickening snap. Two other knights that Falia didn't care about also managed to survive into the next round.
The next group of four came after a few moments. Falia stood in her as she saw that Jon was walking with them. He was smaller than the three grown knights, one with blue enameled armor sneered something at the squire, and many around her muttered that this wasn't fair for the northern boy. The four men stood around each other in a stand off waiting for the trumpet.
With the loud blast all three knights turned and attacked the Bastard of Winterfell. The crowd booed and jeered at the unchivalrous knights. Jon, for his part, didn't look surprised at all. He seemed bored as he easily parried each attack.
The three attackers stayed close together, not allowing much room for themselves to maneuver which Jon exploited. Blocking the sword of another red plumed knight, who must've been a brother to the other, Jon grabbed the sword of a grey bearded knight and pulled. The old knight stumbled into the swing of the blue enameled knight and fell to the ground.
The red plumed knight then stepped on the old knight's hand as he tried to get to Jon, causing the old man to yell and yield.
The red knight and blue knight stopped for a second to look at each other, trying to form a plan without saying so. Jon took this brief moment to test the balance of the old knight's sword and impressively started to attack the two silently bickering knights to the cheers of the crowd.
The two knights handled the offense of the squire quite well, but once more got in each others way. The red knight missed his footing and tripped over the blue knight and fell onto his back. He unfortunately rolled away from Jon's first attack and was starting to get up when Jon punched him with his sword hilt knocking the red plumed helmet off the knight, who quickly yielded.
Just as Jon spung around the parry the blue knights attack, the trumpets rang out. Ending this round.
The next group of five didn't come out for a few minutes. Falia hoped Ser Garlan was berating anyone and everyone for the horrible act that just happened to Jon. But the five contestants came out and Falia didn't really pay attention to this fight as well.
She was furious at what happened to Jon. Three full grown knights trying to beat a little squire. Disgraceful. But Jon more than proved himself. The crowd was on his side and a few guards around the arena seemed to have some respect for the boy. After a few moments Falia's rage turned into attraction as she realized that her squire just survived against tough odds. The memory of the impressive fight flashed through her mind, and she felt a heat grow between her legs.
Falia started to pay attention back to the fight as Ser Garlan was beating down another squire, much larger and older than Jon. Ser Garlan swept the legs of the young man and forced him to yield through a grunt and yelp. The victors of this final round were Ser Garlan and a knight with painted yellow armor.
The trumpets rang out and her father declared that luncheon would begin. The contestants had three hours to rest and eat until the final fight.
The mood of all that ate was hostile. Many around Falia were mumbling about how unfair Jon was treated. That Lord Hewett should've tried to stop the unfair fight. But equal mumblings rose of how grand a fighter Jon was and that many looked forward to the fight between ser and squire.
Falia ate her fill on the smallfolk's blander food and even indulged herself with some wine.
After the three hours all made their way back to their seats and waited. The final six knights came out and faced each other. Her father stood and stated that two will be eliminated now and then the final four will fight. The black knight, Ser Garlan, and the yellow knight walked to the side of the and waited, leaving Jon, the blue knight, and some greybeard knight standing in a triangle waiting for the trumpet.
With a blast the three knights fought in a balanced Melee. The old knight tried to attack both the blue and Jon but couldn't get into the fight. Jon had already established a rivalry with this knight from their previous fight and so they both were trying their damndest to pummel the other. A few parries of the old man's attacks force the two to briefly focus on him, who went down in moments, yielding and ending the round.
Jon and the blue knight went to opposite sides of the arena to allow Ser Garlan, the black knight, and the yellow knight room to fight. The trumpets sang to start the fight and sounded almost instantly ending it.
This fight was the shortest of any of them. Ser Garlan quickly blocked a swing from the black knight causing the blade to go into a gap in the yellow knight's armor. When the blade was removed from the man a lot of blood squirted from the knight and he was removed from the field.
A break was ordered with the knights drinking some water and talking.
From the crowd, Falia could hear jeers of "Lord Snow" and "bastard" being sent to Jon by the knights on the field. Ser Garlan was by his squire's side saying something inaudible, but the words seemed to calm Jon.
For a brief moment the northern boy scanned the crowd looking for someone. Eventually he found her and locked eyes with her. He rubbed his right arm were Falia could see a few pieces of twine sticking out from under his armor. The memory of last night flooded her mind.
She still couldn't believe that she was so bold and willing to expose herself in such a way. But she wanted to do it again and again with Jon. The more she thought about it, the more she got aroused. Falia could feel the wetness between her legs grow and felt her harden nipples and rub against the mismatched cloth of her dress.
Tonight. Tonight, I will scratch this itch. Tonight, I will no longer be a maid.
The thought brought a cheer out of her mouth as the final trumpet sounded. Quickly, Jon and the blue knight crossed swords. The two hammered at each other trying to break to others sword. After each loud clash, the crowd would gasp thinking this one would be the one to break a sword.
Ser Garlan was in a similar situation with the black brute of a knight. The large man seemed to be trying to kill Ser Garlan instead of maiming and force him to yield.
After many long minutes, the blue and the black knight both began to tire. They had obviously not practiced for such a long fight, but Jon and Ser Garlan had. Exploiting this Jon, once more performing his move of kicking a knight's leg, had brought the blue knight to his knee. Jon, not waiting for a yield, punched the older man with his sword, once again knocking off the helmet of a defeated foe. The blue enameled knight fell the ground knocked out.
Jon then joined Ser Garlan and the two made easy work of the brutal black knight, forcing the large man to yield.
The crowd cheered for the duo and clapped as the squire and knight circled each other.
The final bout of the melee was the most spectacular one any had ever seen. The two combatants were the most skilled swordsman that any had seen. But ultimately, in what a few of the higher born booed at, Jon Snow was able to beat Ser Garlan Tyrell. The lowborn and the guards all cheered for the Bastard of Winterfell.
The crowd dispersed after the two left the arena. Falia made her way to the bookkeeper from the wages tent and turned in her slip. The man sighed as he collected five hundred gold dragons and put them in a large pouch.
This is the most gold I have ever had, thought Falia as she smiled and massaged the bag of coins, you best be ready for me Snow. We will have lots of fun at the feast tonight.
Notes:
Chapter 10 will be out next Friday 12/23. It will have the first sex scene of the story, with more that will follow it.
I know this isn't how melees typically are, as they are on horseback and what not. But tourneys follow the rules set by the lord hosting them so this was the rule for this melee and the Tourney of Oldtown will have similar rules. Just so you know. The Hand's Tourney will hopefully be a proper one.
I know the fighting descriptions aren't great. I am practicing to try and be better. That is why I am writing this fic in the first place, to improve my writing skills. Again, this is my first fanfic and first real, long story. This is for me to get some practice at writing.
Once again I want to remind any that read this, that this is a harem fic. If you don't like that then this story won't be for you which I apologize for. The list of who is in the harem is in the first chapter but I might have it again in a future chapter's notes as I think I might add a few ladies to it.
As always any critiques are welcome. I will try to answer any questions I can. Please point out any spelling, grammar, or factual errors if you see them.
