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Chapter 20

Summer Sea 297 AC

The gentle waves of the sea tenderly rocked the «StarWolf», which sailed southeast... or at least that should have been its goal. However, they were actually heading northwest. This unexpected change of course was due to a final request from the priestess they had met on the island of Tall Trees Town.

'I still don't understand how I agreed to this.' Jon thought irritably as he watched the sea in front of him. Seeing the reflection of the ship's hull in the waters, a poorly concealed look of nostalgia appeared on his face, as he felt strange knowing he was voluntarily heading towards his mother's homeland. 'Although that's somewhat far from the truth. While it's true that I'm heading to Dorne, I'm not going to Starfall, but to Sunspear.'

The reason they were heading to that place was simple: an acquaintance of Jasalla had recognized the blacksmith's mark on one of the weapons they had recovered from the underground fortress they had raided not long ago. According to the woman's words, that mark belonged to a blacksmith who lived in Sunspear and was known for making and selling simple but good-quality weapons in large quantities.

Upon hearing this, Jasalla asked them for one last favor: to discover the identity of that man and let him know that he had lost his client in Tall Trees Town. As much as Jon wanted to refuse, the payment for this small mission had already been delivered.

'That woman was very clever, including the payment for this job along with the earlier help. It was a discreet way to hire our help.' Jon thought, smiling slightly annoyed. 'I suppose if I set aside how absurd this mission is, it's interesting to see the capital of Dorne. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I could find someone who knew my mother, or even a member of House Dayne.'

With this thought, the apprentice of the last Dovahkiin stood up from where he was leaning and, with moderate steps, headed towards the navigation room. He wanted to see how many miles they had left to reach Westeros.

While Jon and the rest of the crew were busy with their tasks on the ship, in a secret room in the middle of the cargo hold, whose entrance could only be seen by the crew of the «StarWolf», was Daenerys. The young Targaryen wore her usual clothes, though without the hardened leather corset, which made her white shirt look considerably loose.

A descendant of one of the forty families of the Freehold, Daenerys performed her daily task aboard the ship: keeping it clean and tidy. Well, actually, she only had to keep it tidy, as the «StarWolf» was enchanted to clean itself almost automatically. Thanks to this, she had plenty of free time to train with her sword and learn about Westeros with Samwell. However, although her body performed the assigned tasks, her mind was focused on another matter. Like the rest of the crew, she had received a gift from the priestess.

Each crew member had received a bit of money and several items made of Heartwood. However, they didn't just receive these gifts; they all also received a kind of prophecy about love. The prophecies were revealed in secret, and thinking about hers, Daenerys's mind began to travel to that particular moment.

Flashback

Daenerys's eyes were fixed on Jasalla, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed in front of a statue of a woman with several breasts. The room they were in was extremely luxurious, with the floor covered in polished marble and adorned with gold and precious stone inlays on all the pillars, forming figures of vines and other exotic plants. Incense filled the air, making Daenerys's nose tingle with the scent of forest fruits.

While Daenerys awaited her prophecy, Jasalla was in communion with the goddess of love and fertility of her people, hoping to receive some whisper that would reveal the young princess's romantic destiny. As her mind sank into a trance, a gentle wind entered the chamber, causing the priestess to open her eyes, for she had heard the whispers of the goddess, who had revealed Daenerys's romantic future. Standing up, Jasalla walked towards her, and when she was in front of the princess, she gently took her hands.

"It seems I know what your romantic destiny will be... But before I tell you, I want to know something. Are you willing to know it, or do you prefer it to remain a secret?"

The way the priestess spoke caused concern in Daenerys, who didn't know how to respond immediately. However, gathering courage, she decided to ask, for she wanted to know what the future held for her. Although her romantic future wasn't something that mattered much to her at the moment, she wanted to know it to discern other aspects of her life, as, after all, love is often linked to other matters.

"Yes, I want to know." Daenerys responded seriously, without hesitation.

"I see..." Jasalla sighed. "Your destiny used to be clearer: you would love three people, ride three mounts, one for the bed, another for death, and one for love. You would light three fires, one for life, another for death, and another for love. However, the wings of a dragon have altered the currents of time. Your future is uncertain, but there is something fixed: you are in a room with purple walls, illuminated by tall candles that cast shadows on the walls. You are sitting on a simple ebony bench. Now, I perceive three futures. In the first, you are alone in the room, with the severe face of a queen, but your eyes reflect sadness and loneliness. In the second, I see you with a girl with silver hair and purple eyes. In this vision, your face shows happiness, although sometimes a shadow of sadness appears. Finally, the third shows that you are not alone. The girl is still by your side, but now there is a man with you."

Daenerys, who had been listening attentively, understood a bit of what Jasalla meant with each of the prophecies. It seemed her future could take three paths: one where she would end up alone, another where she would have a daughter but without the girl's father, and a third where she would have a complete family. The idea of coming to love someone enough to form a family awakened Daenerys's curiosity about the man who would accompany her. So, looking at Jasalla, she asked about him.

"I'm afraid his face is not visible to me." Jasalla responded with some regret in her voice.

"I see..."

"However, although I cannot see his face, I can tell you that he will be someone you trust completely."

End Flashback

"Ahh... Although I know I might marry someone for convenience or survival, if I were given a choice, I think I would choose Jon." Daenerys whispered, letting out a sigh.

The idea of marrying Jon was something she hoped would come true, as, aside from his birth, a union with him would bring many long-term benefits, such as a possible alliance with the North that would weaken the Usurper if she wanted to reclaim the Iron Throne. Moreover, Jon was already a force to be reckoned with. Although she had never seen him fight, she knew he was very strong, to what extent, she hoped to see one day.

However, feeling that she was becoming too obsessed with her romantic future, Daenerys shook her head and refocused on her task. Continuing her work, she cleaned the room until her broom hit something. Looking at the object she had struck, the young woman was surprised to see that she had hit a shelf. This was not just any shelf but rather a display case that allowed its contents to be seen.

The interior of the display case revealed two of the five seal stones Jon needed to go to Valyria.

"So, these are the famous seal stones." Daenerys said, leaving what she was doing and approaching the display case. When she stood before the stones, her eyes marveled at their beauty, as they looked like gems that had not been polished by human hands.

The beauty of the stones was such that Daenerys unconsciously extended a hand to touch them. When her hand brushed one of the gems, she felt her mind fade away.

When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to find that she was no longer on the ship.

Before her stretched a vast plain full of green grasses, extending as far as the eye could see. Seeing this landscape, Daenerys felt something strange, as if this place were her home. However, before taking a step, she heard a whispering voice.

«Descendant of the conqueror, your once fixed destiny is now uncertain. When you reach the lands of the green sea, you will have to make a choice that will change the world. Three harpies fly over the sky, whose shadow fills the world with chains, leaving children with cries that only a mother consoles. You will want to give your heart and love to a wolf, but his heart is very fragmented. At the end of the journey, only three options will remain for him: solitude and endless adventure, a fortress and a wife, or a crown and a large family. To achieve a good ending, you will not only have to pray to the gods but also tame the wolf.»

When the last of the words was spoken, Daenerys was enveloped by a great light that returned her to reality.

Realizing she was in the room where the seal stones were, Daenerys blinked in confusion, not understanding what those words meant. However, she didn't have much time to reflect on them, as she soon heard footsteps approaching. Quickly, she withdrew her hand and took the broom, beginning to sweep the place gently.

The door to the room opened, and Daenerys saw that the footsteps belonged to Jon, who looked at her, surprised, upon seeing her.

"Daenerys... I didn't expect to see you here." Jon said, with a touch of surprise in his voice.

"H-hi, Jon." Daenerys greeted, trying to calm herself. She knew she had broken one of Jon's rules: not to touch the stones continuously, especially the second one, as they didn't know what might happen. "What brings you here?"

The way she spoke made Jon raise an eyebrow, curious. He approached her, and when he was just a few centimeters away, he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Daenerys's body reacted immediately, feeling an electric current run through her completely. That sensation left her bewildered, but to her bad luck, at that moment, her mind recalled one of the words she had heard a little earlier. Remembering that her heart would try to give itself to a wolf, she understood that she would try to form a relationship with Jon. Thinking about it, her heart began to beat faster, and her cheeks flushed.

Jon, puzzled, observed how Daenerys's face blushed, which caused him concern. He approached even more and, placing his hand on her forehead, asked her a question.

"Daenerys, are you okay?"

Jon's words brought her back to reality. She looked at Jon and shook her head, speaking quickly.

"Don't worry. It's nothing, I just felt a little dizzy, that's all."

Jon raised an eyebrow, clearly confused and concerned, and asked if she was sure.

"Yes, don't worry. It's nothing." Daenerys replied with a smile, trying to reassure him.

"If you say so..."

After those words, they both fell into a comfortable silence, which was broken by Daenerys.

"How long until we reach Sunspear?" she asked, feeling a slight excitement about being in a new region of Westeros, one that had still been loyal to her family during Robert's rebellion.

"A couple of hours. What do you plan to do when we get there?" Jon asked, seeing her with an analytical look. Although he had integrated her into his crew, he still distrusted her a bit, especially being in a place that had been loyal to the Targaryens until the end.

"I don't know, maybe walk around the city and buy some things." Daenerys replied simply, as that was what she really wanted to do.

"I see... How about I send Ghost with you for extra protection?"

"Sure." Daenerys replied, smiling. Although she had initially been scared of the wolf, she now loved being with him.

"Alright. I suppose it's best to leave you to your work so you can finish soon and freshen up and change before we arrive in Dorne."

"Okay."

Jon nodded and then left, leaving Daenerys alone with her thoughts.

Sunspear 297 AC

The relentless sun of Dorne was high in the sky, illuminating both the palace and the town below. Walking through one of the alleys of the infamous "Shadow City." Jon advanced alone this time; the rest of his friends were in other parts of the city, searching for the blacksmith, as they didn't know where he was. Meanwhile, Daenerys was exploring the place accompanied by Ghost.

Jon's steps were firm but quick. He wore the clothes he usually donned in very hot areas: a sleeveless black hooded tunic and dark brown linen pants, which made them cooler than many of his other outfits. However, that didn't help much; Jon felt he would soon dry up like a raisin.

'Note to self: as much as I'm half Dornish, I'm not made for this much heat.' Jon thought as he turned a corner and arrived at a blacksmith's shop.

The blacksmith's shop in front of him was different from many others Jon had seen. It wasn't a grand building in terms of wealth or design, but it was in size. The door seemed to be simple oak, and the chimneys, located at the far end of the building, constantly emitted smoke, indicating that the forges were active.

"Let's try this forge." Jon said as he approached the door and knocked.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and a head appeared. It was that of a young man in his twenties, with olive skin and black hair.

"Yes? What do you want?" the young man asked, with a marked Dornish accent.

"Hello, I'm looking for the blacksmith who made this sword." Jon replied, unsheathing the sword tied to his belt and handing it to the young man.

The young man examined the sword, saw the blacksmith's mark, and nodded as he spoke. "Yes, my master is the blacksmith who forged this sword."

"I see. Do you think I could speak with him?" Jon asked, using a friendly tone.

"For what reason?"

"I would like to know if he is available to forge some weapons for me."

The young man looked at him for a few seconds, pondered, and then nodded, allowing Jon to enter once the door was fully open.

Jon followed the young apprentice through the blacksmith's shop. The interior consisted of white plaster-covered walls, with dozens of shelves displaying weapons of all kinds. There were mannequins with plates, scales, and chainmail armor, along with bracers, gorgets, greaves, and helmets, all with a simple but more than decent quality appearance.

After walking several meters, Jon arrived at the place where everything happened. What he saw surprised him. He had heard that this blacksmith could produce several pieces of armor in a few days, but he didn't understand how he managed it until he saw the workshop. The blacksmith had implemented a simple but effective production line, where his assistants could be seen working on various parts of similar armor.

'I see, he works with molds to shape the steel when it's hot. An incredible idea, as it greatly reduces the effort and time needed for each piece.' Jon thought as he approached the master blacksmith.

The master blacksmith was a man in his thirties, almost reaching forty. His head was almost bald, with a small strip of black hair showing silver streaks. His face, framed by a thick black beard also speckled with silver streaks, hid a small double chin, as the blacksmith had a slight belly, an unmistakable sign that he had gained some weight. The blacksmith's clothes were like those of many Dornishmen: colorful. His tunic was a bright green, and his pants were black. A black leather apron completed his outfit.

"Master, this young man brings a sword with your signature. He says he is here to hire your services."

The young man's voice made the blacksmith look at him. Seeing Jon, he left what he was doing and approached him. His steps were slow, somewhat heavy, but firm. When he stood before Jon, he greeted him somewhat curtly.

"Good day, young man. My name is Ambrose, I am the head blacksmith here."

Jon looked at him, smiling mentally. He realized that Ambrose was a practical and simple man who would probably accept any job if the client had the money to pay for it.

'I see... a discreet and somewhat dependable man... Something uncommon in these times.' Jon thought with some amusement. Then he decided to introduce himself. "Hello, good blacksmith. My name is Jon, and, if possible, I would like to have a private chat with you."

"A somewhat excessive request for a simple buyer." said Ambrose, with some displeasure in his voice. "If you have only come to bother me with that, I ask you to leave. My work is heavy, and I don't have time to waste with a simple buyer like you."

After those words, Jon watched as Ambrose turned around and went back to his work. Seeing him start to walk towards where he had been previously, Jon decided to stop him in his tracks, letting him know that he knew about the deal he had with Koroxhar.

"Well, the truth is, I didn't come to buy anything. I just came to tell you to stop sending weapons to Koroxhar, as your buyer is... let's say, permanently indisposed."

Jon's words made Ambrose stop dead in his tracks and slowly turn his head. The Dornishman's bronzed face turned so pale that he could easily have passed for a Northerner.

"W-w-what do you mean?" Ambrose asked, with some fear.

"What you heard. Your buyer is dead, so your deal to receive Heartwood as part of the payment for your weapons is no longer valid." Jon replied, approaching slowly. At the same time, he cast a spell called «Aura of Terror», a creation of Edzard that fused the spells «Fear» and «Whirlwind Cloak». This spell enveloped the caster in a thin layer of red Magicka, formed by ashes that spread around, causing those within its area of effect to feel fear upon seeing the caster. "The priestess from the island sent me to inform you that your plan to obtain Heartwood as a reward for financing that power grab attempt is no longer viable. And if you continue buying smuggled wood, the best thing you can do is sleep with one eye open from now on."

"I-I'm not afraid of you... I'll talk to Prince D-Doran... and have you a-a-arrested..."

Hearing those words, Jon saw with slight surprise how the blacksmith, clearly terrified just by seeing him, tried to show some bravery and defiance. That attitude made Jon smile inwardly. Feeling he could do more to intensify the fear, he began to walk through the smithy until he reached a steel plate helm. Looking at the blacksmith, Jon took the piece with one hand, lifted it between his hands, and began to apply pressure. The metal creaked as the eyes of everyone present watched in horror as the steel slowly deformed. When he finished, he dropped the piece of armor, which produced a dull thud as it hit the ground.

The helm, now looking like a deformed steel ball, was accompanied by another sound, this one coming from the intestines. It was the unmistakable sound of the blacksmith losing control due to fear. However, the stench that filled Jon's nostrils confirmed that he wasn't the only one, as it seemed everyone in the smithy had done the same.

After this incident, Jon walked towards the blacksmith and, when he was in front of him, leaned close to his ear and whispered. "I hope you don't make me do that to your head."

The blacksmith took a few steps back, tripped, and fell on his back to the ground.

"Y-yes... Tell that woman I won't make another deal like that with anyone from the island." the blacksmith responded, stuttering, still gripped by the panic generated both by the spell and Jon's display of strength.

"Good." Jon replied, beginning to walk towards the exit of the smithy.

Upon leaving the building, Jon quickly walked to a nearby alley. When he ensured he was alone, he leaned against the wall, removed his hood, and let out a loud laugh.

"Ha, ha, ha! By the gods! That man's face was priceless!" Jon laughed, amused. What he had done might have been wrong and dishonorable, but he hadn't gone with the intention of killing him, just to give him a good scare. And the man's reaction to receiving the message was simply amusing.

When he finally calmed down, Jon looked at the sky and reflected.

'Although that guy's business was shady, knowing someone who can forge such a quantity of armor and weapons is something I must keep in mind, as you never know when those contacts might be necessary.' After that thought, Jon put his hood back on and walked away from the place.

While Jon and his friends searched for the various smithies, Daenerys walked through the bazaar of the Shadow City. Her eyes shone with excitement as she saw the shops full of merchandise and watched the merchants striving to attract customers' attention.

"Over here, miss! We have fabrics from Myr and Volantis!"

"We only sell the best Dornish wine here, not that red water from the Reach!"

"Come, come! We have the best blood oranges on this side of the Greenblood!"

"Wow... Everything is so colorful." Daenerys commented, amazed as she looked at the stalls and people, whose clothes were equally vibrant. "You think it's colorful too, don't you, Ghost?"

Saying this, the young Targaryen looked at the wolf going with her.

Ghost was sitting placidly next to Daenerys in the bustling square. Although the appearance of the infamous direwolf would have drawn the attention of several passersby, it didn't cause a stir, as Jon had reduced his size to go unnoticed. Even so, everyone could tell he wasn't a dog but a wolf, which generated curiosity, especially among children and some nearby adults, who wondered why she had a wolf as a pet.

"Heh, heh, heh... It seems they think I'm your owner, Ghost." Daenerys laughed, amused, as she looked at the wolf, who responded with an amused snort.

Ghost's response made Daenerys feel somewhat indignant. Approaching the wolf, she crouched down and, pouting, began to scold him in a low voice.

"Bad Ghost. Don't behave like that."

Despite her reprimand, the direwolf only responded with a lazy yawn, then got up and began to walk away from her.

For a moment, Daenerys worried upon seeing him walk away, but noticing his slow pace, she understood he had simply grown bored of being there. Feeling she might be in danger without her animal protector, she began to follow him.

The duo, beast and woman, walked through the dusty alleys of the Shadow City, observing the houses. Unlike the cities Daenerys had seen in Essos, this city seemed ugly and strange to her. The houses weren't built in an orderly manner but stacked on top of each other. However, despite its disorder, the city had a unique charm.

As they walked through the city's streets, Daenerys and Ghost arrived at an area with several shops. Unlike the market stalls, these shops seemed aimed at nobles, as the houses hosting them showed a certain air of opulence.

Intrigued by what might be there, Daenerys began to walk towards one of the shops. Upon arrival, she saw it was an establishment specializing in wines.

"Is there something you wish to buy, beautiful lady?" The merchant's voice came smooth as silk and sweet as honey.

The sudden appearance of the merchant surprised Daenerys, who instinctively brought a hand to her belt, where she had a dagger. It was a simple weapon, with a double-edged blade about fifteen centimeters long. The blade had a ridge in the center for added strength. The guard was a simple piece of polished steel, adorned with small dragon heads carved at each end. The hilt was made of pine wood, covered with soft black leather. The pommel, shaped like a dragon's head, was made of obsidian filled with lead to balance the weapon.

Seeing that it was just a vendor, Daenerys relaxed her stance and put away the dagger, as she wouldn't need it. She took several deep breaths to calm herself. Once calm, she looked at the merchant and, curious about what he was offering, asked what he sold.

"Only the best Dornish reds, young lady. True wines with much more flavor than that red water the Reach folks are so proud of." the merchant replied, almost spitting as he mentioned the red water from the Reach.

Although Daenerys had rarely tasted wine, one of the few she had tried was the famous Arbor Gold, so she didn't know what to say about it. However, feeling she should check if what the merchant said was true, she decided to buy a bottle of the best wine he had. She took some gold dragons from her magic pouch, which Jon had recently given her, and placed them on the counter.

"I want you to give me the best bottle of wine you have for this amount of money." Daenerys said firmly and confidently, trying to keep her pride in front of the merchant.

The merchant's eyes gleamed upon hearing her. With the expected speed, despite being a burly man, he began to move around his shop, giving orders to his assistants.

After a few minutes, the merchant returned with a dusty bottle of wine.

"This is the best bottle I have for the money you offer, young lady." the merchant said, smiling proudly. "This wine was bottled during the reign of King Jaehaerys II, so it has over thirty years of aging."

Hearing her grandfather's name, Daenerys felt divided. On one hand, she was pleased to see something made during her family's reign, but on the other, she felt anger, as Sam had told her that her parents had been forced to marry by her grandfather, all because he had heard from a woods witch that the promised prince would be born from the line of Rhaella and Aerys, which caused her mother to suffer throughout her life. Despite this, she wanted to have that bottle, so she handed the money to the merchant. After taking the bottle, she walked away from the place.

She and Ghost walked through the other shops, seeing what other products they offered. While most were dedicated to selling wines and jewelry, some offered other types of merchandise. Among them, Dornish clothing stood out, which seemed quite daring to Daenerys's eyes. Some of the outfits on display revealed more skin than decency allowed. However, although seeing them made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, for a moment she imagined herself in one of those dresses, walking hand in hand with Jon along the beaches of the Dornish coast. Unfortunately, as soon as those thoughts came, they also vanished, as someone bumped into her.

Turning her head, the Mad King's daughter looked at who had bumped into her and was surprised to see a young boy carrying a piece of armor, specifically a breastplate. The boy didn't seem to be more than ten years old, and his hair was light blonde, almost platinum. His eyes, blue, took on a purple hue when viewed from certain angles.

"Ouch! That hurt." said the boy as he got up, for after bumping into Daenerys, he had fallen to the ground. When he stood up, he looked at Daenerys and was about to speak to her but fell silent upon seeing Ghost.

The boy's eyes widened in amazement upon seeing the wolf, for a moment thinking it was a direwolf. However, upon closer inspection, he realized it was a normal wolf. Even so, he didn't look at it with fear but with curiosity.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you, my lady." said the boy, catching Daenerys's attention.

"Don't worry..."

"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Edric, Edric Dayne. I am the son of Lord Ulrik Dayne and his heir."

Hearing that name, Daenerys's eyes widened in surprise, knowing that in front of her was Jon's cousin, as his mother was the sister of the Lord of Starfall. Daenerys's mind didn't know how to react. Part of her wanted to tell this boy that Jon was there, but another part feared doing so. She thought that perhaps the Daynes didn't want to know anything about Jon. However, she couldn't think much about the relationship between Jon and his maternal family, as Edric asked her a question.

"Excuse me, but I would like to know... what is your wolf's name?"

"His name is Ghost, and he is not my wolf." Daenerys replied with a smile.

"I see..." Edric said, seeing the wolf again, and a sad expression appeared on his face, which didn't go unnoticed by Daenerys.

"Is something wrong, Lord Dayne?" Daenerys asked, interested in knowing what was happening.

"Ah... no, it's just that this wolf makes me think of direwolves and how they are a somewhat complicated topic in my family." Edric replied, trying to smile but visibly failing.

"How so?"

"My family, like most Dornishmen, has no love for King Baratheon, but unlike many in Dorne, we don't have the same resentment towards one of the houses that brought him to power."

"I see... So, I suppose this house has something to do with direwolves, right?"

"That's right. From the way you don't seem to know much about the houses of Westeros, I suppose you're from Essos, right? … Excuse my lack of manners, I forgot to ask your name. Could you tell me your name, my lady?"

"My name is Dany." Daenerys replied, using the name her brother used to call her.

"I see. It's a pleasure then, Lady Dany." Edric said with a smile, and then began to tell her about his family's relationship with the house that has a direwolf as its emblem.

Daenerys smiled as she saw the young Dayne start to talk about Jon's house, also sharing something more personal. Edric told her how his aunt Allyria had recounted how Lord Eddard and Lady Ashara had fallen in love at Harrenhal. He explained how, during Robert's Rebellion, after Brandon Stark's death, Princess Elia Martell had dismissed Lady Ashara from her service as a lady-in-waiting, and how his aunt, instead of quickly returning to Starfall, had headed to the Riverlands, hoping to reach the Stark camp to speak with Lord Eddard. Despite his aunt arriving just before the Battle of the Trident, the two nobles not only talked but also shared a moment of passion that night, during which his cousin, Jon Snow, was conceived. Edric then continued to recount what he knew about the war, up to the moment when Lord Stark arrived at Starfall. However, the young man couldn't continue speaking, as he remembered something important.

"AHHH! Lord Beric is going to be angry for not getting his breastplate on time!" Edric shouted, starting to hyperventilate. After calming down a bit, he looked at Daenerys and, while shifting his feet uncomfortably, hurriedly said goodbye. "I'm sorry to cut this so abruptly, but I have to go. I'm a squire to a Lord, and he asked me to bring him his breastplate so he can prepare for the tournament that will be held in a week. So, I have to take this armor for him to try on. I'm sorry, Lady Dany, but I have to run. Until another time."

Daenerys watched with some amusement as the young man ran towards Sunspear Castle. As she watched him, her mind was occupied with the love story between Lord Stark and Lady Dayne. She knew she could tell Jon about it, but she felt it would be best for him to hear it from his own relatives.

'From the way he spoke, it's possible the Daynes appreciate Jon. So, it would be best to reunite them now, taking advantage of the fact that there's a member of that house here. However, the question is... how?' Daenerys thought, as she brought her hand to her chin, pondering. She reflected for a while, but in the end, she remembered something special. 'Of course, it seems there will be a tournament in a few weeks. If Jon takes part under his real name, he could reunite with his maternal family. Fortunately, he promised me he would take part so I could see what all the fuss is about.'

With these thoughts, Daenerys began to devise a plan to get Jon to sign up.

Author's Note:

To those who have made it this far, thank you for reading. To be honest, my English writing skills are not strong, and I'm relying on Google Translate and the dictionaries that come with Office 2019.

And chapter 20 is done XD

Finally, we're back in Westeros and, it seems, I'll have Jon participate in a tournament, so there will be a few chapters set in Dorne. Also, we see that there are some prophecies about romance, but I have left them somewhat ambiguous so that no one knows how the romance will unfold.

And we also see that Jon is capable of intimidating people with magic and using his strength, something that Ned would not be willing to do because it is not honorable. XD

I apologize for any spelling errors. Please don't forget to leave a review if you enjoyed the chapter, or if there's something that needs improvement, or if you have any questions about the story. Any constructive advice is welcome. With nothing more to say, see you in the next chapter.