A Feast and A Queen

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"Her brother was always a handsome man, but when standing next to Rhaegar Targaryen. He looked nothing but a commoner. How could a man be so beautiful?" Cersei's thoughts on Rhaegar.

Jon

"Excellent singing, my Lord. I haven't heard someone sing quite like that since I heard the King sing," the woman complimented with a husky voice that sent shivers down Jon's spine.

She was buxom and beautiful, with olive skin, large dark eyes, and long, thick black hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back. She has full lips and a gorgeous face.

"Thank you for the compliment, my lady?"

"I'm Princess Arianne Martell."

Jon kept his composure in the presence of a princess. He could tell she was quite beautiful; her voice alone could make many men and even women feel lightheaded, but so was Val.

Jon kept his eyes on her face, mainly her dark eyes. "My apologies. I didn't know who you were. It is a pleasure to meet the Princess of Dorne," Jon said politely, keeping her eyes on her face; how the princess was looking at him reminded him a little of Ygritte before he stole Val, except the princess's gaze was far more intense.

"I assure you the pleasure is all mine. Jon." Arianne spoke with a tone that sent shivers down Jon's spine. She took a step forward, and Jon knew he could easily get in trouble.

Jon briefly glanced behind at Val, trying to understand what her thoughts were, only to see her smile in amusement at the clear way the princess was approaching Jon.

Knowing he needed to say something instead of standing like a fool. "What can I do for you, princess?" Now that she was standing closer to him, her perfume was almost inviting him to get close; her full of lips formed a flirty smile, showing her beautiful teeth.

"I was just walking around the gardens, Jon." She started, her eyes gazing at the shirt he was wearing. The top was opened slightly, showing her a little of his muscular chest; something stirred in her at his presence. She didn't know why; usually, she was the one that flirted and made men follow into her bed, but she knew one of her biggest weaknesses, handsome men. The one in front of her put even the likes of Gerold Dayne in shame. The man was full of himself; that was the only thing keeping Arianne from wanting him anywhere near her. But the person before her made Gerold look like a commoner by comparison.

His gaze in her eyes made her heart beat faster, her fingers twitching; she wanted to be closer to get a better look at him; she instinctively licked her rose-full lips slowly. She saw his eyes flicker at her lips briefly before looking at her eyes again; she knew he had yet to look at her bosom.

Her eyes moved to the figure standing just a little behind Jon. Arianne had to admit the woman was quite beautiful and good-looking; she could see from the way they were with each other a minute ago that those two were fucking. Arianne expected the unknown woman to show disdain or glare at her, but instead, she looked amused more than anything.

"Your voice is quite beautiful, my Lord. It's been a long time since I have heard someone sing like that," Arianne continued, stepping closer. Her eyes only now noticed the Sword strapped to the blonde woman's waist. She had heard the people of the North were savages, but the ones in front of her looked anything but that, and Arianne knew better than to trust rumors.

"Thank you, Princess Arianne," Jon thanked, and he felt his cheeks heat up a little.

"Will you sing in tonight's feast, Jon? It will make the night less boring if I could hear your voice again," Arianne added with a husky tone and a tilt of her head; she heard her good friends, mainly Nymeria and Tyene, giggling behind her, Obara, on the other hand, was looking at the blonde woman curiously.

"I'm afraid I can't. I don't think anyone there would want to listen to my voice," Jon played the bastard card; singing in front of everyone would put him in the spotlight; he knew someone from the Royal Family would get suspicious, while he wanted to meet them, right now he simply wanted to observe them, to measure them, to see what kind of people they were.

"Nonsense, Jon. I have never heard someone sing like you. Which song were you singing? I don't think I have ever heard it," Arianne smiled with curtsy.

"I wrote that song for my wife," Jon said. As soon as he said that, Val stepped forward, her arm going around his.

"My name is Val, Arianne," Val introduced herself with an amused smile across her face. The princess noted her lack of 'Princess' used when she addressed her, but she didn't really care much about that. The princess also noted her strange accent; it sounded similar to Jon's but rougher.

Arianne was about to ask Jon if he would participate in the tourney when...

"Is that sword only for fashion, Val?" Obara questioned with a passive look on her face but with a huge cocky grin. She took a step forward, sending Val a challenging look. The sand snakes were known as the bastard daughters of Oberyn Martell and good warriors.

"Is for cutting throats too," Val replied back, her look daring Obara to say something offensive, and Arianne could tell from the way Val grasped the pommel of her short sword that she was serious. The Princess frowned at Obara; from all her cousins, she was the most annoying; she was way too cocky for her taste.

Jon was about to tell Val not to do anything when Ghost appeared from a corner, his gaze at Obara as he growled, baring his teeth and slowly advancing towards them. His size made the bastard girls step back in fear of the enormous beast, but Arianne kept her ground, despite her body telling her to back away from the clearly dangerous wolf.

I'm the Princess of Dorne. I will not show fear, she thought with resolve, standing her ground, and she could tell that this magnificent wolf was growling at Obara, not at Nymeria and Tyene.

"Ghost, to me, boy," Jon said, whistling at the direwolf, who stopped growling. Jon hoped his friend would return to him. Instead, Ghost approached the princess, much to his confusion and a hint of fear, hoping Ghost wouldn't try to attack her.

Arianne felt her heart pounding in her chest; it felt like it would burst as she looked up at the face of the wolf; his size made her feel a little small; despite all that, Arianne made her hands into fists, standing her ground, she could feel the wolf's breath when he out of nowhere, sat down, his eyes going from terrifying predatory eyes to puppy eyes in the span of a second.

Extending her hand, she pat the top of his head; he felt warm and soft. The wolf let out a joyful sound, his tail wagging happily. Arianne found herself smiling along with him, the wolf licking her hand.

"You're such a good boy," Arianne said, giggling; the Wolf nodded his head as if he could somehow understand her; hearing footsteps, she saw both Jon and Val approaching her.

"Ghost seems to like you, Princess. I'm sorry if he scared you," Jon apologized, but the princess shook her head, she wanted to say that there was nothing to apologize for, but she quickly found an opportunity.

"Well. I will forgive you if you dance with me tonight during the feast." Arianne gave him a challenging look, her voice low and husky, Jon felt something stirred in him, and Val smiled, enjoying his situation and seeing no way out of this one. He just hoped there was nothing more than just a simple, innocent dance.

"I accept, Princess. I'm afraid we should leave. Lord Stark won't be happy if we are gone for long," Jon said, accepting the dance. A part of him knowing that the princess wanted more than just a dance, her eyes filled with lust, sent a shiver in his body, and he had to admit that she was simply gorgeous looking. If he weren't with Val, he would have perhaps wanted more, but he had Val, and he would never do anything to hurt her feelings or betray her.

"See you at the feast, Arianne. I hope we spend more time together." Val said with her own flirtatious tone; the princess raised an eyebrow.

"We can get spent a lot of time together, Val. Get to know each other very well." Arianne replied with a low husky tone. Making the meaning quite clear.

Jon sighed heavily, feeling like a bird in a cage, as they walked away. Once they were out of their earshot. He turned to face his wife, who had a devilish smile on her face.

"What was that?!"

"What was, what?" Val asked with an innocent smile.

Jon sighed heavily, shaking his head; his wife usually wasn't this playful to strangers. "Val, we both know the Princess wants more than just a dance with me, and I'm not sure if she wants with just me or both of us." He warned he had nothing against her, but it seemed Val didn't look to have any objections to what the Princess clearly wanted.

Arianne Martell

Watching them walk away, Arianne turned to face Obara, who scowled at seeing them walk away.

"Obara, you didn't need to be hostile with them. That Wolf could have ripped you open like a chicken." Arianne pointed out, and it seemed her cousin acknowledged her words, despite not liking that it was true. Nymeria shook her head in disapproval before turning to face Arianne.

"What about you, cousin? You weren't afraid of the big bad wolf," Nymeria asked with a playful tone; Arianne rolled her eyes as they strolled around the garden.

"No. I'm a Princess of Dorne, and I won't be easily frightened." Arianne said, trying to act tough; she knew she was lying through her teeth; she had been scared. No, she had been terrified, but either braveness or stupidity convinced her to stand her ground.

"You were frightened, cousin. It was written all over your face, but that's all right; there's nothing wrong with being afraid." Nymeria quipped with a deep calm tone, a tone that reminded Arianne of her uncle.

I wonder what Rhaenys will think of him, Arianne thought with a little smile; perhaps her dear friend could have a dance with him during the feast, but she knew how it would be seen for a Princess to dance with a bastard, not that Arianne cared what others thought of her.

Jon

After the interesting meeting with the Princess of Dorne, Jon and Val reached their bed chamber. Preparing for the feast, just as he finished wearing more proper clothes, he heard a KNOCK on the door; he thought it was too early for the feast. Jon walked up to it; opening the door, he was surprised to see Lady Dacey instead.

"Lady Dacey, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here to prepare Val, Lord Jon." She explained, her eyes looking at him from top to bottom.

"She's in the other room," Jon said, pointing at the other door. The Prince backed away from the door, allowing the Northern beauty to walk inside; she entered Val's room as Jon waited for them to be done.

After a few minutes of waiting, Val and Dacey walked outside; his eyes went to Val, who was wearing a dress for the first time in her life that wasn't made for fighting.

The dress was light blue, went from top to her ankles, sleeves that went to her hands, white rosés decorated around her neckline, and a small cut just above her breasts, showing a little skin. She looked gorgeous to Jon, but he could see that Val looked uncomfortable in that dress.

"Val, you look amazing; there's nothing more I can say." Jon complimented, Val looked pleased to hear that, but the lack of weapons made her anxious.

"Are you sure I can't at least take the dagger with me?" She questioned. Her whole life, she had known that going anywhere without weapons wasn't smart. No one ever knows from where someone could attack them. She understood this was a feast similar to the ones she had participated in back at Winterfell and White Harbor, but in both feasts, she walked in armed; the thought of going to this feast without a weapon, she felt as if she would be naked there, not being able to protect herself.

"I thought about that, Val. I chose this dress for you, after all," Dacey said quickly, her hand showing a small pocket in her dress, using her fingers to expand it and make it more visible.

"Hide a dagger there. It is too small for your sword," Dacey added, giving Val the dagger, who put it inside, already feeling better.

Soon they made their way toward the large hall; Jon and Val walked just behind Lord Stark and Lady Stark; beside Lord Stark was Robb, who was accompanied by Lady Wynafryd Manderly.

Jon smiled to see his brother talking with her, and seeing them together, they looked happy. His eyes found Arya, who was wearing a small white dress and looked miserable, and seeing that she didn't have a needle with her, he understood why. But maybe her primary reason was that she didn't have Nymeria with her.

Bran was accompanying Wylla Manderly; despite being a boy of seven name days, he didn't look embarrassed to be talking with a girl older than him; the opposite, he looked to be enjoying himself. The only one missing was Rickon; Jon heard from Robb that Rickon had fallen asleep, and his mother said it would be better just to let him sleep.

Sansa was wearing a green gown, her hair was braided, reaching her shoulders, she was wearing perfume, and had a golden necklace around her neck, Jon had seen that necklace around Lady Catelyn's neck before, and to top it all, she was wearing silver earrings.

Dacey was walking with the Mormont Party wearing her typical green dress. The members of House Stark were the first of the Northern Houses to enter the hall.

"Lord Eddard of House Stark, The Warden of the North, his wife Lady Catelyn of House Tully, and their son and heir Lord Robb of House Stark."

Jon saw the many lords that were already there watching them. Some looked genuinely surprised to see House Stark in Harrenhal after what happened the last time they went South.

The Prince noticed that their table was surprisingly close to the Royal Table. Strange? he thought; he wondered who was in charge of who sat where in this feast. The only table closer to The Royal Table was the table of the Lords from the Reach. He understood why since it was rumored that Prince Aegon was supposedly betrothed to Lady Margaery Tyrell.

Jon wasn't sure where he and Val were supposed to sit; he wondered if he should simply follow Lord Stark or sit somewhere at the bottom.

The hall was full of servants; one servant led Lord Stark to their table, but when she understood that he was the 'bastard' son, she led him and Val all the way to the bottom of the Northern Table, not that Jon cared much where he sat, and neither did Val. Arya looked pissed to see him walk away, while Catelyn looked pleased.

Sitting down, he looked around, trying to see who had already come to the feast. He noticed the Royal Family and some from House Tyrell had yet to arrive. His eyes found the Dornish table was across from the Northern Table. Jon's eyes found a girl sitting alone there, she had very dark hair that reminded Jon of Arya, but she looked around Jon's age with hunting violet eyes.

Jon soon found who he assumed and knew to be Tywin Lannister, the man who had destroyed two houses, killing everyone, along with the children and even the servants.

Tywin is a tall, slender, broad-shouldered man in his fifties. His arms are thin but muscled. Tywin's head was shaved, but he had bushy golden side whiskers. He has pale green eyes flecked with gold.

Beside him was sitting, who Jon assumed to be the Kingslayer. Right next to Lord Jaime was Loren Lannister, the one and only child of the Kingslayer, due to Lynesse Hightower's fragile health after the first child.

Loren has the Lannister look and is tall for a boy his age, with curly blond hair. He was handsome; he had deep green eyes and pouty lips.

Jon was about to look at the Stormlands when the herald shouted.

"All Rise for King Rhaegar Targaryen, The First of his Name, King of the Andals and The Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of The Seven Kingdoms and Protector of The Realm." Everyone stood up for the arrival of the Royal Family.

Rhaegar Targaryen walked in the front, Elia Martell beside him, holding his arm, looking like true Royalty; around the Royal Family were The Seven Kingsguards. Jon's eyes lightened when he saw Arthur Dayne, two swords strapped to his waist, one of them being Dawn. The man looked like he could defeat an army all by himself. Ser Barristan, despite his age, looked strong and focused.

Behind Rhaegar was Aegon Targaryen, accompanied by Lady Margaery Tyrell.

Margaery has thick, softly curling brown hair and large brown eyes. She has a slender but womanly figure with smooth and unblemished pale skin and small breasts. She had a smile constantly on her face, whispering something to Aegon.

Next was Rhaenys Targaryen, accompanied by Willas Tyrell.

Jon felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes landed on Rhaenys. Rhaenys! She was the girl from my dreams!! Jon thought, his eyes widening, feeling overwhelmed by emotions.

Rhaenys was slim and slender as a willow, with straight black hair worn in a long braid. She has purple eyes, which are large and lustrous. Her full lips are wine red and curve in a silken smile, and she has high cheekbones and full breasts, wearing a golden necklace around her neck.

Jon had to admit that his sister was a beauty; he felt himself smiling, but for some reason, he frowned when he saw her arm around Willas's arm, but he quickly dismissed the ridiculous thought; it wasn't his business.

Behind Rhaenys was Daenerys Targaryen; unlike Rhaenys, Dany was shorter, but she was still a rare beauty. But when Jon looked at her eyes, he could have sworn that he had seen her eyes before; accompanying her was Viserys Targaryen, and from his eyes and his way of walking, Jon could tell he was already deep into his cups.

When he looked behind Daenerys was Rhaella Targaryen, who, unlike the others who were looking forward with pride and strength, her eyes were looking at the Northern table, mainly at House Stark. To Jon, she looked like a True Targaryen Queen, beautiful and dangerous; her eyes had a mix of calmness and fury.

As soon as The Royal Family reached their table, everyone else sat down. Soon followed by the royal family, except the King, who was still standing up.

"My Lord and Ladies, welcome to this Tourney. I'm happy to announce the betrothal between my son, the Crown Prince Aegon of House Targaryen, and Lady Margaery of House Tyrell. This union will unite our houses, and this realm will follow a century of peace and stability. Let's celebrate this amazing event. We hereby welcome you to the tourney of Harrenhal." Rhaegar finished his speech, quickly followed by applauding from everyone.

As soon as he finished, the feast started, and Jon saw the various different food offered to every table. Since he and Val were sitting at the bottom, they were offered simple roasted bread with sausages, a small chicken, a few other dishes, and wine.

But that wasn't the case for the lords. Seven courses were served in honor of the seven gods and the seven brothers of the Kingsguard. The soup was made with eggs and lemons, the long green peppers stuffed with cheese and onions. There were lamprey pies; capons glazed with honey, and a whisker fish from the bottom of the Greenblood that was so big it took four serving men to carry it to the table. After that came a savory snake stew, chunks of seven different sorts of snake slow-simmered with dragon peppers and blood oranges and a dash of venom to give it a good bite. The stew was fiery hot, Jon knew, though he tasted none of it. Sherbet followed to cool the tongue. For the sweet, each guest was served a skull of spun sugar. When the crust was broken, they found sweet custard inside and bits of plum and cherry.

Great loaves, mounds, immense hams, and whole wheels of cheese are on the table at a feast.

Jon and Val ate together; she looked confused at the food served, and she even saw small creatures that she had never seen before in her life.

"What's that?" Val asked; in front of them lay a large plate full of crabs baked in clay; there were several different knives to help open the large crabs. Jon smiled; he showed her how to open one, not that he had ever opened one before; he was looking at others doing it, despite making a smell mess.

"This is a crab; they live in water. I'm surprised you haven't seen one before; some crabs live even in icy waters," Jon explained; Val raised an eyebrow; she had eaten fish back beyond the wall but never crabs; she couldn't remember if she had even seen one before, but maybe that was mainly because her group stayed far from the sea, their food was mostly deer, and other type of animals, tree barks, and the juice inside the tree was collected using wooden tubes, the juice was used in food to make it sweeter and even to drink it.

After eating crabs, they were served fish baked with lemons, mashed potatoes, and wine; from the sweets, the lower part was offered only apple pies, not that Jon and Val complained.

Jon felt his mouth bursting with different flavors; it felt like it would melt in his mouth, swallowing it before following it down with wine. Val had to admit that she had never eaten something as delicious as this; she wondered how her sister would react to seeing her like this.

Jon saw a big baked pig put in front of Aegon and Margaery, the prince helping her, slicking a part, laying it on her plate, with Margaery smiling sweetly at him.

Jon could hardly see them from where he was, but he still smiled to see them; he couldn't keep his grey eyes from going to Rhaenys; his sister was speaking in hushed tones with Daenerys, holding a glass of wine in her hand.

Jon sadly couldn't see the rest from where he was but figured he perhaps could when the dancing started. The Hidden Prince helped himself with some wine, feeling refreshed, picking a piece of beef; he couldn't help but feel the taste of honey and lemon.

The jugglers were doing tricks, and some played with instruments; Jon recognized it as the Dornish's Wife. Jon wondered if King Rhaegar would sing at the feast.

His thoughts went away when he looked at the Lords of Riverrun, mainly House Tully. Lord Edmure with his wife, Cersei Lannister.

Cersei is a strikingly beautiful woman with golden hair, emerald green eyes, fair skin, and a slender, graceful figure.

Edmure has auburn hair and deep blue eyes, like most Tullys, and grows a fiery red beard. Of stocky build, Edmure is a head taller than his sister, Catelyn, but not as tall as Lord Tytos Blackwood.

Beside them were their children, Joffrey Tully, Myrcella Tully, and Tommen Tully, the three siblings all looked very different from each other, but the three had one thing in common. Blonde hair and green eyes like their mother.

"The South at least knows how to prepare food," Val commented with a coy smile; despite her protests, Jon had convinced her to use a fork and knives instead of her hands. But one look and everyone could see this was her first time eating with a fork.

"Did I just hear you compliment the South?" Jon teased with a surprised face, helping her to cut the steak.

"Don't push your luck, my Prince," Val spoke in a hushed tone, making sure no one heard them.

Jon chuckled, helping her, she ate the steak, and from her face, she seemed to enjoy the dish.

After an hour, the dancing started; Lords and Ladies stood up, ready to dance with each other. Seeing the opportunity, Jon stood up from his seat and offered his hand to Val, who glared at him.

"I hate you," Val said before accepting his hand; he smiled, leading her to the center of the hall. He ignored the looks of disgust and anger, knowing only the lowest sat at the lower table. The lords around him probably knew he was a bastard. Jon ignored them as he set his eyes on Val.

They started dancing, and Val was trying to be careful where her feet went. She found dancing even harder than fighting.

Jon kept her close as they kept dancing; for a minute, no one else mattered to them, but the time came for them to change partners.

To their surprise, out of all people at the feast. Princess Arianne approached them, and Jon and Val wondered where she came from.

"Might I have the next dance, my lord?" Arianne asked; her dornish accent made her sound even more flirtatious, and the way her tongue licked her lips. Jon needed to control himself. Jon wasn't sure whether or not to accept since right now he held the Bastard status.

"Of course he can, Arianne. Don't be late," Val answered instead of him; Jon looked at her bewildered; she simply smiled innocently as if not understanding what his problem was; she kissed his cheek before walking back to her seat.

Arianne grabbed Jon's hand, leading him closer to the higher tables.

"Why aren't you sitting with the rest?" Arianne asked as she led him closer to the higher tables; Jon hoped she would stop soon before they ended up being too close to the Royal Family.

"The servant said that Val and I should sit at the lower tables," Jon answered; Arianne abruptly stopped walking, turning to face him, still holding his hand; now she stood only feet away from him.

This gave her a chance to get a good look at his face, and she wasn't disappointed. Now that she stood right next to him, she could see every detail of his face, and his muscular chest was still visible despite his clothes. Arianne had to admit that Jon was perhaps the most handsome man she had ever seen, perhaps as much as the King.

She knew that despite being nearly forty-name days, the King was handsome; she had heard even Oberyn's daughters make comments about his face and body. But looking at Jon now, she thought that Jon was even better looking; his long curly dark hair made her want her hand to go through his hair. Perhaps later, she thought, smiling, even her eyes were smiling; when his grey eyes met hers, Arianne felt herself getting very hot between her thighs.

Her breathing was rapid, and his intense grey eyes made her feel a little weak in the knees, but she noticed that his free hand wasn't around her waist; with one look, she could tell he was insecure about having his hand around her.

"You can put your hand on my waist, Jon. I don't mind." She whispered seductively to him; her hot breath sent shivers down Jon's spine. She even wished he would touch her hips.

Being so close gave him a good look at her bosom; she was more blessed than Val, but Jon thought that Val was more beautiful, and her blonde hair was something he always enjoyed looking at.

Arianne and Jon started dancing; the prince noticed that she was better at dancing, this time being less careful at his moves; they kept moving around, and from the way she was smiling, he could tell she was enjoying her time with him. Jon saw many were looking at them; he just hoped he wasn't drawing too much attention.

"Will you enter the Tourney, Jon?" Arianne asked, her eyes settled on his face, trying to memorize every detail. She couldn't help looking at him, at his nose, eyes, jaw, and finally, his lips. A part of her wanted to kiss him right here in front of everyone.

"I will enter, Princess Arianne. The Melee, The Singing, and The Jousting," Jon replied with a soft smile, noting the intensity of her gaze.

"Call me, Arianne," She spoke right away, she herself surprised by how much she wanted to know him better. Dancing some more, Arianne noticed that Nymeria was looking at them, but she paid her no mind. She wanted to enjoy this dance.

The song went away for Arianne, who kept dancing with Jon, her eyes fixated on his grey eyes.

"Will you sing a song, Jon?" Arianne asked sweetly, her voice soft, much softer than usual.

"I'm afraid I can't, Arianne," Jon answered, his eyes flickered at the royal seat; now that he was closer, he could get a better look. He noticed that only The King, The Queen, and Queen Rhaella were sitting at the royal table.

The princess of Dorne frowned, a little disappointed; she had heard him sing, and she knew his voice would be applauded by everyone. Suddenly she thought of something; she leaned close to his ear, allowing her breath to send shivers down his spine.

"Perhaps you can sing to me later. Your wife can be there too. I wouldn't mind." Arianne spoke with a low husky tone.

Jon felt his breathing rapid before he could say anything...

"King Rhaegaer Targaryen will sing a song for the new couple." The Herald suddenly announced for everyone to hear.

The other lords started walking back to their seats. Jon stepped away from Arianne. "Perhaps another day," Jon said softly. He knew he should probably kiss her knuckles, but he thought it wouldn't look good, but she offered her hand before he could walk away.

He kissed her knuckles before walking away, disappearing into the fleeing crowd. Arianne felt her heart pounding faster than usual; she usually slept and forgot about the man she slept with the next day. But this one made her feel different, she knew it was a silly thought, but she hoped to see him again and hear him sing.

Once Jon returned to his seat, he sat beside Val, grabbing her hand under the table.

"How was the dance with Arianne?" Val questioned the moment he grabbed her hand with a teasing tone. Jon couldn't tell if she was angry or not.

"It was just a dance," Jon said dismissively. Val simply chuckled in amusement.

"Who said I had anything against it? If you don't remember, I answered instead of you." Val said calmly, her thumb caressing his palm.

Jon was about to ask her why she wanted him to dance with the princess...

The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring.

But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing.

The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed in a voice that was sweet as a peach, But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own, and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.

As he lay on the ground with the darkness around, and the taste of his blood on his tongue.

His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer, and he smiled and he laughed and he sung, "Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the Dornishman's taken my life, But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"

Applause

Everyone started applauding; Jon now understood why everyone said Rhaegar's voice made many women cry back at the Tourney of Harrenhal.

"His voice is similar to yours," Val commented beside him. With Jon nodding along, he found himself smiling.

Unknown to them a Snake Princess had the same thoughts after hearing The King's Song.

Tomorrow

Jon walked through the large field of tents, the sound of soldiers and servants arranging things was bombarding his ears, and it seemed Ghost and Kessa were finding this just as annoying as he. He knew Val probably wouldn't be happy that he didn't tell her, but he needed to be alone. He couldn't look at him right now, his words still ringing in his ears like bells. Lord Stark had met him last night to talk to him after the feast. The words he said made Jon scowl.

"Your mother was just as guilty. I lost everything because she chased after a silver prince. I lost everyone...including her."

Jon took a deep breath to calm himself. He couldn't allow himself to get angry. He wasn't a kid anymore.

"I Know what I Did can't be forgiven, but I just want you to know that whatever happens to me is not your fault. I hope you will find in your heart not to punish my family. They're not guilty of this, none of them,"

A Scowl escaped Jon as he narrowed his eyes at Lord Stark. "None of them? Not even your Dear Wife," Jon said with venom in every word he said; Aegarax could feel his anger; Jon forced himself to calm down before his friend was seen.

Jon wanted to release a furious cry of anger; he was the one responsible; he took him away from his family, from his siblings, from his home, from my sister; it was his fault that he didn't know them.

But then he remembered Arya, a girl full of energy, someone he still considered a sister, with a smile that could make everyone smile back. His little sister, he knew if the laws were followed, Lord Eddard Stark would be executed for treason, but that would have meant Arya would be left without a father. She was only nine name days, Bran was seven name days, and Rickon was only three.

Jon knew the execution of Lord Stark would increase the chances of a conflict between The North and The South, and on top of that, The Wall and The North as a whole would be less likely to allow the person who executed their Liege Lord to allow The Free Folk South of the Wall. The situation between The North and Free Folk was always heated, executing their Lord on top of that... Jon took another deep breath. Val came to his mind; he wanted to fulfill his promise to both Val and Mance.

Would it be horrible for me to want justice for myself? Jon questioned himself; he soon found a dummy, a perfect place to let out his anger.

Hitting and hitting, soon the dummy was reduced to only a few limbs hanging here and there, a string keeping them from falling off. He was about to hit another one...

"That dummy is not a good enough opponent for you," A voice spoke behind Jon, making him turn around. His eyes recognized the golden hair and green eyes of House Lannister and his fancy clothes.

"My Lord!" Jon said respectfully, bowing his head a little; the man chuckled in amusement.

"No need for that kid. What's your name?" The one who Jon knew as Jaime Lannister asked.

"Jon Snow, my lord," Jon replied quickly, keeping his eyes down, knowing a lord might find it offensive from someone of his status to look him directly in the eyes.

Jaime thought the kid was familiar but couldn't quite remember where he had seen him. "How about a spar, Jon Snow? I saw the way you moved quite precisely." Jaime complimented with a smile.

Jon smiled back before nodding his head, his heart beating in his throat; he had an opportunity to fight a legendary swordsman like him, and soon they started exchanging blows.

None noticed Queen Rhaella Targaryen looking at them from a distance, her eyes glued on Jon Snow. Beside her was Ser Barristan Selmy, who looked impressed with how the kid was moving.

"Barristan, let's get a bit closer. I'm sure Lord Jaime won't mind a small audience."

Finally, Rhaella will meet her lost grandson the following chapter.