Sunspear

Arianne was lying on the bed, still locked inside the damn tower, with the sun outside that was starting to come down. Another day of imprisonment, whining and without food, she passed with the only one to visit her, the bearded priest of Norvos.

Suddenly she heard the door open, and two people entered inside Areo Hotah, followed right behind by her brother. Quentyn.

"What are you doing here?" Arianne asked.

"Hotah came to bring you food, and I was curious to see the place where you were held,"

Quentyn replied, sitting on one of the chairs with as smug on his face as she glared at him.

"You know, sister? Imprisonment suits you. Let's say it makes you more gentle."

"Come closer, frog face, and you will see how great I am,"

She said, showing her gold-burnished nails.

"Enough you two,"

Areo Hotah said, after having placed the tray on the table.

"Eat, little princess. And you, Prince Quentyn. Leave."

Her brother huffed as Arianne got up too, approaching the table.

"No more red wine?" receiving no reply.

She looked at the food for a moment, smelling it, and noticing that it had a strange smell. Was it Poison? Or something else?

Her attention was attracted by screams and clashes of steel from the other side of the door, and she wondered who it may be? Were her cousins who came to free her? Or was it someone else?

When the door unlocks and was opened, Arianne saw that indeed it was her cousins the ones to save her. Their faces were full of blood, and their spears and swords were too.

Nymeria throws some clothes at her, and Arianne looks at her confusedly, but Obara smirking at her, says, "Move your ass, sleeping beauty. We need to leave before that cunt priest comes with the full Dornish guard."

Arianne nods, getting up and dressing in the clothes they give her. Seven Hells! They were so tight. "Hurry up!" said Obara from the Door with impatience.

Once ready, Nymeria gives her a dagger, "Don't lose it, cousin." And grabbing her chin, give her a hard kiss on the lips before moving towards the door, leaving Arinne stoned for a moment. Shaking her head, Arianne headed towards the door, and all rushed down the stairs towards the secret passages leading outside the palace.

The city's bells started to ring as they were running through the alleys of Sunspear, trying to avoid the streets where the soldiers could be.

"You there! Surrender in the name of the Prince!"

Shouted a man, and they saw a group of six soldiers, pointing the spears.

"If you want us, come and get us!"

Shouted Obara back, shifting in a fight position.

The man, drawing his sword out, shouted, "Attack!" and in that same moment, another group was coming from behind them, and she saw that they were much more than the ones that were charging at them.

"We should surrender," Arianne said, with worriedness, not wanting for her cousins to die, but suddenly the man that was charging at them fell to the ground, dead.

"Come!"

Said Nymeria, grabbing her hand, and they start running past the dead bodies with the other guards on their heels. At that moment, she saw who it was to kill the men and shout with the others' bow to cover them. It was Andrey Dalt.

They managed to get out of Sunspear and saw that horses were already ready there waiting for them.

"Where are we going?"

She asked as Drey helped her get on the horse.

"Planky Town, Princess Arianne," the man replied, hitting the horse, and as they were riding away, Arianne looked back for a moment to see, even if in the darkness, her city. The place where she was born, lived, and always dreamed of ruling.

Hours later

"Thank you, Drey," Arianne said, getting up on the tiptoes, kissing his cheek. "I will never forget that you helped me."

With that, she left, getting on the ship, where Tyene, Obara, and Nymeria were waiting for her. As the boat was sailing, Arianne took one last look at the land of Dorne, only drifting her attention away when her lover, taking her hand, lead her below the decks.

Closing the door of their cabin, Tyene pushed her against it, starting to kiss her passionately and grope her ample bosom, making her moan and forget her imprisonment and what happened in the past hours.

Bringing her hand on her cousin's ass, squeezing it, Arienne hears her say, "I missed this, my love." And Arianne only moaned, starting to move her back towards the bed.

In the morning, she will have to ask where this ship is heading, but for tonight, her attention was all on the pleasure: her's and her cousin's.

Winterfell

Today Ned woke up a little earlier than usual because the king was here, and he knew he would surely want to speak with him, and Ned himself wanted answers regarding Jon Arryn's death. Jon was like a father to him during his fostering in the Vale, and he even named his firstborn in his honor. Jon. Thinking about his son now saddened his heart even more than it was before.

It's been a rough couple of weeks since his son left Winterfell running away after his fight with Robb and Theon in the courtyard. Ned could only pray that he was safe in the south, even though he highly doubted it. Stark men don't fare well when they travel south. But another voice keeps telling him that he is his mother's son and will fare well because his mother is watching him.

Old Gods, Ashara

Ned missed her embrace, her lips, her everything. His marriage with Catelyn is starting to crumble after what Jon did to Robb and after he scolded her about her decision first to send men to kill Jon and then to demand that Lord Manderly arrest the boy when he reaches Moat Cailin.

Ned sighed. What a headache all these things were giving him and only because he was a father's failure. He couldn't love the fruit of his love with Ashara, but his thoughts got interrupted by the King's laughs, and it seems he hadn't changed even until this day.

He stopped at the door, not believing his eyes. He has the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms but was still groping a servant girl. There have been some rumors regarding the King being a whoremonger and a drunkard, but he never believed them.

And how much he was eating and drinking right now, it was no wonder that the king got fat. He still remembers the days of their youth, when Robert was muscular and broad, built like a bull. His blue eyes piercing that would make those shake in their boots. He felt envy and jealousy of him when he saw him surrounded by girls and full of attention. Everything changed with Ashara and the few only good moments he had. But now, he was only a shell of that.

"Ned," called him Robert, breaking his thoughts about him.

"Come here; I need to talk to you."

Ned approached the great table, and sitting down, said,

"I see that the Northern welcome pleases you, your grace."

"Gods, yes. There's nothing better than two lovely warm thighs and a plump bosom to keep you warm at night in this cold place you call home!"

replied the king, laughing loudly, before saying almost with anger,

"But if I hear 'Your Grace' once more, I'll have your head on a spike. We are more to each other than that."

"I had not forgotten,"

Ned replied quietly, looking down, and sighing, said,

"Tell me about Jon."

Robert shook his head.

"I have never seen a man sicken so quickly. We gave a tourney on my son's name day. Gods, if you had seen Jon then, you would have sworn he would live forever. But a fortnight later, he was dead. The sickness was like a fire in his gut. It burned right through him."

He paused, looking down for a moment, toying with the food, before returning his attention to him.

"You know, I loved that old man as my father."

"We both did," Ned replied sadly.

"Catelyn fears for her sister. How does she bear her grief?"

"I don't know. Lysa fled the capital with her son the same day," replied Robert, taking a long sip of wine. "By the old gods. You need better wine than this."

"Surely she feared for her son. He is still young."

"Young, sickly, and already the Lord of the Eyrie. Gods Ned, he was named after me, and I am sworn to protect him. So do tell me, how do I protect him if that madwoman took him there?"

"Maybe I can take him as a ward if you wish,"

"No. That will wound the Lannister pride. I promised him to Tywin Lannister," replied the King, and Ned snorted.

"Do you think I care about Lannister pride?"

"Maybe you don't, but I'm in debt with that damn golden cunt!" roared the king, hitting the table with the fist, and Ned glanced behind to make sure that no one was there beside the guards.

"But that is not the reason why I wanted to speak with you," the king said, throwing at him a rolled scroll.

Ned opened it and read it before throwing it on the table, saying,

"Who is the source of this?"

"Do you remember Ser Jorah Mormont?"

Jorah Mormont. A man in disgrace who brought shame to his House by selling people in slavery to appease a demanding wife that came from a House richer than him. Feeling himself a goblet of water, Ned took a sip, saying,

"Mormont? You believe the whispers of a traitor half a world away?"

"I don't care what he was! What I care about is his words!" the King roared, hitting the goblet full of wine against the table, spilling the content all over it.

"He broke the law, betrayed his family, fled our land. Do you act on the word of this man?" asked Ned with disbelief.

"I will kill every Targaryen I will get my hands on," said Robert with gritted teeth, leaning forward.

"But on this one, you won't get them. The Targaryens are across the Narrow Sea."

"Careful, Ned. Remember what Rhaegar Targaryen did to your sister, the woman I loved."

"I don't believe his words," Ned replied.

"Damn you!" roared the King, taking the jug, and drinking all the content with one breath, burping.

"Come hunting. I need to kill something!"

"Your grace. I-"

"I command you, Stark!"

And Ned, sighing, got up, following his old friend.

Cersei was standing at the abandoned tower's window gazing outside, as the party was leaving Winterfell to go hunting. Hunting. She hated hunting and what came after. And that fool of her husband loves only to do that. Drink, fuck, and hunt.

She doesn't like this place, the one from where that whore who stole her prince came. She hates these people for taking him away from her, and she doesn't like this weather so cold. But above all, she hated the King who disrespected her since the first moment they put a step in here, by going to the crypts.

As they were disappearing on the horizon, Cersei heard the door cracking open, so she knew that her twin brother, Jamie, arrived. He was the only person in this world who could understand her and, above all, love her. They were born together, and they will die together.

Cersei smirks as she hears her brother approach her, unlacing his armor, and letting it fall to the ground. The hitting steal on the stoned floor echoed through the room, and excitement started to build inside her knowing what was coming.

"What is the queen of the seven kingdoms doing here all alone and without any guards?" Jamie asked in a predatory way.

She smirks but replies, "Waiting like a maiden for a fierce lion to come and claim her."

"What if I had been an assassin?" he asked jokingly, pulling her hairs aside, revealing her neck, and starting to place a light and soft kiss on it.

"Then I would have been dead," she replied, moaning, feeling how her pussy was starting to get wet as her brother was groping her body.

"Lord Stark would lose his seat as hand that way. Not being able to protect the queen in his house," he said, biting her earlobe and grabbing her breast.

"You should be the Hand," Cersei blurted out, moaning.

Her brother stooped, moving away, scoffing,

"Now that is something impossible with the amount of honor Ned Stark has. I cannot be compared to him in that regard."

Cersei looks at him with a scowl,

"Do you not see how dangerous this is? Robert loves that man like a brother and will believe every word that comes from that northern mouth. We will have to watch him".

"I'd rather watch you,"

her brother said, smirking and moving his eyes up and down her body;

"Why don't you forget the hand, the king, and the stark for once and enjoy this moment of pleasure."

She hesitates because if someone sees them, they are fucked, and everything her father worked for will be for naught. Still, then again, she can't deny her handsome twin. She has three children thanks to him and not that fat idiot of a husband who only whores himself. Why should she be faithful to that fat cunt if all he does is drink and fuck whores and come to the bed chambers smelling as he was some mere peasant drunk and the scent of whores. Still, he will not know that truth because she rather die than to birth that whoremonger children like him. She was happy that her children were Jamie's.

"Stark has never cared about the south,"

She started as Jaime was untying her dress and kissing her neck.

"Jon Arryn must have informed him about us, and now he wants to move against us. Why else would he leave this frozen wasteland?"

However, her brother was ignoring her, being too focused on her body. The moment her dress fell to the floor, and the cold weather of the north touched her exposed skin, goosebumps appeared, and her nipples got hard and erected.

"Maybe he wants to be warm for once in his life,"

Her brother replies with sarcasm, bending down, and taking one in his mouth, starting to bite and suck, making her moan and ark her body, leaning her head backward while his hand was beginning to stroke her wet folds.

Suddenly, Jaime grabs her by the hair and forces her down on all fours. She yelped when she made contact with the cold stoned floor and felt him grab her roughly by the hips, and at the same time, her hair too.

"Stop,"

She says, but her brother doesn't stop, as with one hand he squeezed her hairs, while with the other seized her hips, thrusting deep inside her. Cersei, could not deny this sensation of her brother inside her, the amount of joy and pleasure it brings her as her brother was fucking her from behind.

Cersei moaned with closed eyes, squeezing her fist, and meeting his thrust, but when she opened them for a moment and looked towards the window, she saw a figure.

"Jamie, stop,"

She said, trying to push him.

"Jaime. Somebody saw us!"

Her brother pulls out and rushes toward the window where she saw the person. When Jaime grabbed him, she could finally see who it was. Brandon stark, if she recalls correctly. The son of Ned Stark. She immediately covered herself with the dress, as thousands of questions were pomping in her mind. Why was he up here, and how did he get here? How much did he see? And how much of it does the boy understood, but she could not get over the fact that he saw them fucking.

She looks to Jamie, who was holding him so that he won't try to escape. Brandon Stark was nervous and scared, with silent tears starting to stream down his cheek. Nevertheless, Cersei looks at Jamie nervously, urging him to do something, but her brother suddenly asks the boy,

"How did you get here?"

The boy whimpers, replying, "I climbed up here." and trying to hold to the stone side of the window.

"Well then, quite a climber we have here, eh?" her brother japes and looks at her, smiling.

"Jamie, he saw us," Cersei said with panic, and a trebling tone, receiving only a grin from her brother.

"This isn't a laughing matter; he's going to expose us," she yelled.

Her brother, smirking, says,

"I am sure you won't tell a soul of what you saw, boy, correct?"

The boy nods and says, with a trembling voice,

"Please, I will not say a word. I was just climbing."

What in the Seven Hells he was doing, Cersei though, as her brother left the boy, and looking back at her, he said,

"The things I do for love."

In the glimpse of a second, Jaime pushed the boy down from the window as he screamed. Now they need to get out of here.

Pentos…

Rhaenys stirred in the bed as she felt the chilling breeze care for her exposed skin, and slowly opened her eyes, and she saw the morning lights come through the balcony.

Stroking her sleepy eyes, Rhaenys rose, stretching her body.

"Did you sleep well, daughter?"

Her mother asked, and Rhaenys released a pleasant moan, seeing her in front of the mirror, combing her hair.

"Today, I will speak with him to find out what he wants to do."

"You shouldn't let him treat you that way, mother,"

Mumbled Rhaenys, getting up to dress since she has slept naked.

"Do not worry about that, Rhae. It doesn't affect me,"

Her mother replied, getting up.

"And besides that, I think you should go and see your aunt. Try to know her better. Bond with her."

"That is exactly what I'm going to do right now,"

She replied, tying her dress and leaving the room after kissing her.

As she started to walk through the hallways of the manse, exploring it, Rhaenys heard voices say,

"Put the chest there and well hidden. The beggar king must not find them. None of the Targaryens must find them."

She wondered what they were talking about, and, approaching the door silently as a cat, and peeking in a way so that they can't see her so that she could see where they put the chest. When she saw them ready to leave the room, Rhaenys immediately ran away, in the same way, silently, and right in one of the chambers that were unlocked there. Closing the door behind her,

"Who is it?"

Came a thin, girlish voice from the balcony, and without replying, Rhaenys headed in that direction, finding herself face to face with the one who was supposed to be her father's sister.

She was indeed one of the most beautiful young girls she has ever seen in her life between the free cities of Essos. Tall and slender, with long pale silver-golden hairs and beautiful violet eyes as the Valyrians of the Old. Her skin was pale, but Rhaenys was sure that it was soft, and despite the light pink Penosi robe she was wearing, she could see that she had small breasts.

"Are you searching for my brother the King, my lady?"

She asked in a shy way, snapping her out of this little bewitchment, and Rhaenys could feel the glimpse of fear in her aunt's voice. That damn worm of her uncle.

"No. I was searching for you, my lady," she said, approaching her even more, but her aunt, on her part, clearly afraid, started to back away, hitting only the stone rails of the balcony.

"Do not worry, Princess Daenerys. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to talk with you."

"Talk with me? Why would you want to talk with me?"

"Because I want to know you better," Rhaenys replied, moving away, and sitting on the bed.

"Why would you want to know me better? I'm no one. Just a useless little girl," her aunt replied, approaching her but still at a distance of suspiciousness.

"You are not useless, Princess Daenerys," she said, eyeing the girl.

"Is it true what you said?"

Asked her aunt in a quiet tone and looking down.

"Ar-are you really my niece? Are you really Rhaegar's daughter?"

"Yes, iksan. Iksan Rhaenys hen Targāryen Lentor, ēlī āzma tala hen pāletilla dārilaros Rhāegār hen Targāryen Lentor, se dārilaros Elia hen Martell Lentor,"

replied Rhaenys with proudness and getting up, approaching her aunt, who didn't move one step.

Placing her hands on her aunt's cheek, she added,

"And ao? Ao iksā Daenērys hen Targāryen Lentor, tala hen dārys Āerȳs se dāria Rhaella hen Targāryen Lentor. Ao, sepār hae nyke, issi iā zaldrīzes. Dōrī nārhēdegon bona."

"What are you doing here?"

Came a voice from the door, and her aunt immediately jolted up, moving away, as Rhaenys, turning towards the door, saw that it was that hateful man of her uncle.

"What are you doing here?"

"Can't you see? I'm having a pleasant talk with my aunt,"

She replied, crossing her arms and looking in a defying way at him. As he approached them, Rhaenys noticed that he had a silky robe in his hands.

"What is that for?"

"Soon the Khal will come to Pentos, and I want you to be perfect, sister,"

Viserys said, pulling Daenerys' hair behind.

"What do you mean by that? Why does-"

"You should learn to keep your mouth shut and use it when it's needed,"

Said her uncle, cutting her off and glaring at her.

"Suck cock and eat is the only thing you need to use it for."

"Do not dare to-"

a back slap came to her cheek, making Rhaenys almost fall to the floor, she wanted to rush at him and kill him, but her aunt steeped immediately between them,

"I will be ready, brother."

Viserys smirked, and placing his hand on her chin, caressing it, said,

"You will do your duty, sweet sister, but stand straight and breast forward."

With that, he gave her a peck on the lips and glaring at Rhaenys, and he left the room.

"Don't challenge him, Rhaenys, or you will wake the dragon," her aunt said almost quietly.

"He is not a dragon. He is a slimy worm,"

Rhaenys replied, caressing her cheek. One day she will have to put him in place and teach him how to treat family. She swears it by all the Gods of this world.

Merchants and magistrates of Pentos stood in front of Illyrio's palace, awaiting the Khal's arrival. The sun was high in the sky, the relatively cool air coming in from the sea made a few strands of their hair stand up.

The Magister was a few steps ahead of them, along with Viserys and his aunt. Daenerys had a sad and fearful face, and Rhaenys did not know what to do to make her calm and reassured.

"Dry your eyes, sweet sister,"

Her uncle whispered, barely enough to be heard, but she had a fair hearing.

"He will not see you crying."

She brushed the tears with the back of her hand, as in the distance, galloping screams could be heard.

"I want you to smile and stand up straight. Let him see that you have breasts. Gods know you have little enough as is."

Rhaenys squeezed her fist, feeling how her nails were almost piercing her palm, wanting to push her uncle down the stairs so that he would break his bloody neck, but her mother took her hand.

A host of Dothraki comes riding up, and the one at the head wheels his stallion into the front, eyeing them down.

He was tall and very muscular, younger than she'd thought, no more than thirty. , with skin the color of polished copper; a thick beard on his face, bound with gold and bronze rings; while the hairs, tied in a braid, were black as midnight, and on which were hanging tiny bells that rang softly as the horse wasn't standing steady. It swung well past his belt and down, brushing against the horse's left side.

Rhaenys looked at Khal Drogo. His face was hard and cruel, with eyes as cold and dark as onyx. She was sure that the toughest of the men would be frightened by this beast of a man.

"Come forward, my dear," the magister waved to her aunt, who slowly and in fear, started to approach the Dothraki Khal.

"I won't let him touch her, mother," Rhaenys whispered angrily, receiving no reply from her, and suddenly she saw the Dothraki ride away while her uncle descended the stairs fastly.

"Where are they going, Illyrio!"

"The ceremony is over, my king."

"But he said nothing. Did he like her?"

Viserys asked in agitation and very worried.

Trust me, Your Grace. If he didn't like her, we'd know.

They were standing on the balcony of the garden overlooking the sea, and Daenerys heard her brother ask impatiently,

"When will they be married?

"Soon. The Dothraki never stay still for long. In less than a moon time, you will cross the narrow sea with forty thousand Dothraki at your back and take back your father's throne. The people drink secret toasts to your health. They cry out for their true king."

"Fools," said her niece, and everyone turned towards her. Daenerys started to fear for her life. Even though she didn't know her for very long, she didn't want her to be hurt, especially knowing her brother.

"What did you say?"

Asked Viserys in a threatening way, and approached them.

"I said that you are fools in thinking the people care about the Targaryens or a Beggar King across the sea."

"You little whore"

murmured Viseys raising his hand to hit her, bur Princess Elia stepped between them, saying,

"Enough with this madness, Viserys. Why do you want the throne when that may cost your life."

"Because it is mine by right. And my sister will give it to me."

Seeing her good sister and niece fight Viserys give her hope for the future, and gaining some confidence, Daenerys said,

"I don't want to be his queen."

"Did I give you permission to speak, sweet sister?"

He said, approaching, but Daenerys, glancing at the two women, saw her niece, smiling, urging her to continue.

Taking a long breath, Daenerys said again,

"I don't want to marry him. I won't be his queen."

"Oh, you don't. Then tell me, sweet sister, what do you want?"

"I want to go home,"

She blurted even though she wasn't referring to the Seven Kingdoms as her home, but the house with the red door and a lemon tree from Braavos.

"Home,"

Viserys said, placing his hand on her chin, stroking it, he continued.

"You see, sweet sister. I, too, want to go home, but they took it from us. So tell me, sweet sister, how do we go home?"

Daenerys looked down and quietly replied,

"I don't know."

"We go home with an army. With Khal Drogo's army. I will let his whole tribe fuck you, all 40,000 men and their horses too if that's what it took."

"How can you say this to her?!"

Rhaenys said, raising her voice and approaching them.

"She is the blood of the dragon, your sister. She deserves more than being raped every day by a savages Khal!"

"Illyrio. Lock this whore to another room away-"

"No. Please Viserys. She will no longer speak. I swear to you. We will dine tonight together, and after that, we will plan the invasion of Westeros,"

Princess Elia said.

"Next time you open your mouth, slut, will be your last,"

Viserys said, moving away from them, with Illyrio, and Daenerys sighed. There was nothing they could do to change the future; it seems.

"Mother! What is the meaning of this?! How can you accept him behaving like this?!" asked Rhaenys with hands on her hips.

"Shhh...quiet daughter",

Princess Elia, pointing to her brother and Illyrio, who was still talking and approaching them more, added,

"We won't stay another day, her, Rhae. We will escape tonight."

"But you said-"

"I said what I had to say for him to leave us alone. I lived enough under your grandfather enough to understand that if you please them more, they will lower their guard."

Daenerys looked at her, half confused, half curious, and with great hope that they may escape.

Rhaenys was pacing back and forth, waiting with impatience for the moment to come. It was already dark outside, and it has been a few hours since they used the sleeping potion.

Her mother assured her that it would work, but it will take more time than usual for it to take effect.

"Sit down, Rhae,"

her mother said calmly.

"Please."

She sits on the chair, moving her legs in impatience. Gods, the waiting was unbearable to her, and she wanted to go to her aunt.

Suddenly, they heard steel fall to the floor, and Rhaenys saw her mother get up, heading towards the bed, pulling out from under it three bags.

"Cloths, daggers, food and water,"

she said, and Rhaenys nodded.

"Now is the time to go."

They got out of the chambers, and Rhaenys saw all the guards lying on the floor, without moving, "Are they dead?"

"No. But they won't be out for too long,"

her mother replied, grabbing her hand.

"We need to hurry. Take your aunt and leave through the ways I planned."

"Where will we go?"

Rhae asked as they were rushing to Daenerys' room.

"Norvos,"

her mother replied.

"My good sister is there. We will live with her for a while before going on our way."

"Daenerys. We need to leave quickly," said her mother as they opened the door to her aunt's chambers, and Rhaenys saw her lying on the bed.

"What?"

She asked with sleepy eyes.

"Come, Daenerys. We don't have much time,"

her mother said, dressing Daenerys up quickly. Rhaenys smiled to herself. A long time ago, her mother did this to her too. But now, no longer.

Once ready, they left the room, as her aunt kept asking where they were going and why in the heart of the night. And At that moment, Rhaenys remembered the chest she saw.

"Wait, mother. I need to take something,"

she said, running away and heading to that specific chamber. Inside she saw the servants lying on the floor.

Opening the chest, she finally saw what there were—three stone eggs. But there was no time to admire them, so taking a bag, she put them in, rushing back to her mother and aunt that were waiting for her at the main gates.

"What did you need to take?"

Her mother asked, but she only smiled, taking back her spear, leaving Illyrio's cursed manse, and following her mother silently while holding her aunt by the hand and the spear in the other.

Starfall…

After the events of the past few days, Jon couldn't sleep all night, and seeing that the sun was about to rise, he decided to get up and maybe go in the courtyard and have a sparring station with his friend. After all, the best way to release some frustration is by fighting. That cunt of his brother Robb and that greyjoy madman were examples. But at the same time, he had all the intention to obtain the answers he is seeking about his mother since she isn't in Starfall.

Stretching his numb muscles for a moment, Jon dressed in some Dornish clothes that had been brought to him yesterday after he had bathed. A sleeveless purple tunic, with a white chemist, and a pair of brown trousers. These clothes were indeed too light for him since he was more used to dressing heavy, but they were suitable for the warm weather of Dorne.

As he was fastening his belt with the sword, Jon heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

And saw a guard with a spear in hand and the coat of arms of House Dayne on his exposed chest say,

"Lord Dayne requests your presence, Ser."

Sighing, Jon nodded, and fixing his sword correctly, he left the room, but taking one last look at Ghost and making sure he had everything he needed, he left the room, escorted to who knows where.

As he reached the great hall, Jon saw the table set for breakfast, and at the great seat sat Edric, at his right side the Master, across him was Oswell, for sure already drunk, And Allyria, some distance away from them, deep in her thoughts it seemed. She was wearing a sleeveless purple dress, a necklace with three rubies at her neck, and light blue earrings. Her hairs instead were tied back, with two locks and a small bun.

When he saw him, Edric immediately stood up, greeting him,

"Good morning, Ser Jon. Please join us for breakfast."

'So now he asks nicely, eh?' Jon thought to himself, glancing at the guards, who remained standing at the door, as he slowly began to approach the lord's great table, glancing from time to time at Allyria, who continued to ignore his presence.

He sat down on the other end of the table so that he could look towards the woman who had been haunting him since that night. The servants began to bring him food, and Jon, filling a goblet with sweet dornish wine, that he somehow started to enjoy it even more, and heard Edric say,

"So you are my Aunt Ashara's lost son?"

"It seems so,"

Jon replied, taking a sip and glancing at Allyria, who was looking back at him.

"Then why didn't you say anything about it the day you arrived, Ser?"

Said Allyria and Jon could feel absolute anger in her. Anger that she was trying to suppress. It seems that what had happened yesterday and saving her life wasn't enough to prove that her feelings were true despite their kinship.

"Because I didn't know how to approach it,"

Replied Jon glancing between the two members of House Dayne.

"Did you know who I was, maester?"

"No. Not till the moment you truly revealed whose son you were,"

The maester replied, honestly, looking at him.

"Why did you lie to us for so many years?"

Asked Allyria in an accusatory tone and looking straight at the maester.

"We deserved to know that we had relatives in the north."

"It was Lady Ashara's wish that the child grows up with his father, knowing that she was dying, and Ser Arthur was called to sunspear and took him."

"Where did he take me?"

"Ask him, Jon,"

Said the Maester pointing at Oswell, who muttered something against the goblet.

"Oswell?"

"I don't want to speak about that,"

He said quietly but at the same time, dangerously.

"Oswell? Answer,"

Jon said with gritted teeth, but his friend drank all the content of the goblet in a breath before getting up and leaving the great hall without another word. Turning to the old man, Jon said,

"Maester. Tell us the truth."

"Ser Arthur took you to the tower of Joy. Where your aunt Lyanna was too, waiting to birth the Prince's child."

Aunt Lyanna. Every time they asked about here, his father dismissed the topic, leaving the place heading down to the crypts. So that is where she died. And the child with her, it seems.

"But why didn't you tell us that the baby was alive. Why tell us that he is dead?"

"Because of Lord Stark told us too when he brought Dawn and your brother's body."

Silence dropped over them at hearing that, and Jon felt a sudden rise of anger towards his father for asking that. Why did he even do it? Why didn't he send him to Starfall if he hated him that much? At least here, he could have had a more bearable life than the one under Catelyn Stark.

"That means that Jon can become the Sword of the Morning?" asked Edric with curiosity.

"Yes, he can, my lord,"

the Maester replied, nodding.

"But only a knight of House Dayne who is deemed worthy can wield it, and he will be envied throughout the Seven Kingdoms."

Jon said nothing on the matter, starting to eat as he was not expecting Edric to ask such a thing because as a bastard, he never felt worthy. He once dreamed that his father bestowed him Ice, naming him Lord of Winterfell and Protector of the north.

"Can I have a moment alone with Jon, please?"

Allyria said, pulling him away from his thoughts, and once they were alone, he looked up straight at her. Allyria, sighing, said,

"Jon. We need to speak about what happened the night you revealed….what you revealed."

"Yes, we do,"

Jon replied immediately, not wanting to make her start something that he didn't want to hear.

"I don't know if you feel ashamed or repulsed by that and by me, but I want you to know that I don't feel that, and I don't regret what we did that night."

Allyria didn't reply immediately, just stared at him inexpressively, until glancing down, he said,

"Neither do I."

And he could see a glimpse of a hidden smile on her lips that warmed his heart.

"But you know this can't continue."

"Why not? You love me, and I love you. We both are young."

"Because we are… What did you just say?"

She asked, snapping up at his confession.

"That you love me and I love you,"

He said with easiness but firmly, getting up and starting to approach her slowly, with the goblet in hand.

"Jon. You can't say such words,"

Allyria said, sighing and looking down as he sat with one leg on the table. Looking up at him, she added,

"We are aunt and nephew. We aren't-"

"Starks have wed their nieces many times during the centuries. King Maegor the Cruel wed his niece Rhaena too. As far as we know, everyone in the Seven kingdoms wed or fucked an uncle or an aunt during the history of men."

"Jon,"

She said, blushing and looking down, but Jon lifted her chin up, so he could stare into her beautiful dark purple eyes that were shining tears right now.

"I need to go." she left the room in a hurry.

Jon sighed, standing up and returning to his place. He needs a sparring partner, but it seems Oswell won't be his opponent.

Hours later…

His body ached, and his muscles were tense. Although he had taken a good hot bath, it wasn't enough to make him feel better after the long training with the guards and the Master at Arms of Starfall, who was quite hard on him. Of course, he would like those soft hands that he wanted so much to massage his shoulders so that his muscles are no longer tense, but apparently, he has to do without them.

After having fed Ghost and blowing out the candle, Jon got under the cover, nacked as his name day, knowing that anyway, no one will come to visit him at such a late hour.

But as he was lying, with hands under the hand and closed eyes, Jon heard his door open. Moving his hand slowly under the pillow to grab the knife, Jon heard a knowing voice ask,

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Can I come in?"

The voice said, and Jon only mused a yes.

The door closed behind her, and she even locked it as she started to approach the bed. Jon didn't open his eyes. He tried to flex his abs, showing how strong he was, but the woman said nothing about it.

"I thought back about what you told me in the great hall,"

She said, and Jon glancing at Allyria, saw her with crossed arms and standing in front of the window. The moonlight of the night was shining upon her in front of his eyes, making her look almost like a goddess.

Her long dark hairs that were let loose, and wearing a dress showed all her forms in the moonlight. At that sight, Jon's cock was already starting to harden, despite him trying not to make it happen.

"You are right, Jon," she said, looking at him.

"We both feel the same, and I think it is useless to try to suppress them. I want to warn you that I am promised to someone else, and if what we have right now will carry on, we will break an alliance."

"Fuck the alliance," Jon said, rising up but still with his lower half covered.

"I suppose that now that you got all the answers, you will leave Starfall,"

She said, looking down for a moment.

"Yes. To Volantis, I want to go,"

He replied, never taking his eyes away from her.

"And I want you to come with me."

"Really? That is what you want?"

"That and more."

Allyria, turning towards him, started to approach the bed, and at the same time, lowered her nightdress to the floor, leaving her naked in all her glory.

"Do you want me, Jon?"

She asked, standing there and looking straight at him. Jon gulped, running his eyes over her body for a moment, before pulling away from the sheets and nodding at his hard cock.

His aunt smiled, getting on the bed, and leaning over him, started to kiss him slowly.

Her nipples, now hard and erected, was scratching his chest, and her hand, which now was wrapped around his long and thick cock, was moving up and down slowly.

They went like that for a few minutes until, Allyria, biting his lower lips, rose up and climbed on him, placing her wet cunt right over his hard shaft, making him release a groan.

Placing her hands on his chest to stay staid, Allyria started to stroke herself over his member, slowly moving her hips but never breaking eye contact. He wanted to flip her up and thrust his cock deep inside her but decided to do otherwise and wait for her to do it. Resist as long as he could despite knowing it will be beyond him.

"What is it, white wolf? Are you struggling to stay limp?"

She asked with a smirk on her face before rising up on her hips. Grabbing his cock, she guided it at her entrance before sinking in one movement, making him gasp at the sudden contact and sensation. Gods, she was tight. Her walls were squeezing around him, and the hotness engouled around him was making him struggle to keep his coming at bay.

As she started to move her hips slowly, Jon grabbed them immediately before bringing his hands to her large breast. Allyria moaned when his cock touched her sensitive part inside, and as his hands were squeezing and pinching her hard nipples.

An unforgettable night for sure.

Darkness. Coldness. Snow on his skin. That's what Jon was feeling as he was lying on something cold.

"Come and save me," said an echoing voice of a woman, and Jon opened his eyes. Looking around, he saw that he was on a roof with black tiles that had fallen or were broken, and the mortar between its stones is dry and crumbling. In front of him, there was a grey and ancient stone ruin with no other buildings near . It was long and low, without towers or windows, and was coiled like a stone serpent through a grove of black-barked trees.

Suddenly, the ruined building started to round around him, fast and disappearing, till he found himself again in darkness, and the same voice echoing again with the same words.

"Who are you?!" shouted Jon, without getting a reply, but suddenly in front of him appeared an altar with fire, and a woman with hand raised up, chanting words in a tongue she couldn't understand.

Approaching it, Jon realized that the woman was all naked. Her long silver-gold hairs were let free, with few locks falling on her breasts, however covering only her nipples. He moved his eyes lower but suddenly disappeared.

"Come to Qarth, white Wolf, and I will all be yours," the echoing voice said, before feeling himself start to fall into the unknown void.

Jon woke up gasping and all sweaty. Looking around, he realized that he was in his chambers from Starfall. To his side, he saw that Allyria was still deep in her dreams and uncovered.

Sighing, he thought back to the dream he just had. That woman. Who was she? Why was she asking for his help? And above all, what was Qarth?

So many questions tied to a dream that he just had. It could be meaningless, or it could be something real. What was sure was that the woman was very beautiful….and of course, very naked.

He could feel his cock hard as a sword, as the woman shapes reapers in his mind, and he tries to shake her away, in vain. He needs to replace them with something else.

Glancing at his aunt, Jon bent down, placing soft and light kisses on her smooth exposed skin, receiving sleepy moans from her. Even as she slept, she was beautiful.

At the same time, he was running his fingers around her side till touching her pussy.

Allyria stirred in her sleep, moaning his name,

"Jon,"

as he continued to kiss her and start to stroke her slowly.

"Mmm….Jon...no...now…" she sleepy mumbled.

Leaving her pussy, Jon spread her thighs a bit, and taking his cock in hand, brought it to her entrance. Stroking the head over her slit, not yet wet, Jon wanted to push inside but heard screams in the holloways, and he groaned, getting up to dress himself.

As he was tying his breachers, the door burst open, and two armed men got in. Allyria jumped up awake, in fear and covering herself, as Jon immediately grabbed the sword that was next to the bed pulling it out, and heard one of them say,

"Well, well, well. The bastard and the whore found a bed."

"Who are you?"

"The men who are going to bury you," One of them said, pointing the sword, but at that moment, little Ghost attacked one of them at the heel.

"Ahhhhhh….You damned little thing!"

Screamed one in pain, trying to shake Ghost away in vain, and Jon taking advantage of the situation, with a jump from the bed, attacked the men that insulted them, cutting his head, and with a spinning, killed the other two before he could even attack him.

Glancing on the hallways, Jon saw men of Starfall fight with other ones that he couldn't recognize and, getting back inside, said,

"Lock the door, Allyria. I will be back, he said. And Barefoot and bare chest left the room.

He made his way through the hallways slicing the enemies silently. Oswell went to help the Lord, and, Jon instead, at seeing torch lights in the tower of Dawn headed there.

When he reached the top, Jon saw a hooded man standing in front of the altar, touching the sword.

"Back away!"

Shouted Jon, Pointing the sword.

The hooded figure didn't do that. Instead took the sword from the altar and slowly turned around. Jon still couldn't recognize him since there was no light in the chamber except for the pale shaft of moonlight coming from the high windows.

He saw the man take the position for a fight, and Jon did too, despite knowing his sword was useless against Dawn. That sword was perfect, and the moonlight was making it shine in the dark tower.

At that moment, as the moonlight reflected on the light blade, Jon could recognize who it was, but the man immediately charged at him, trying to cleave his head off with one powerful swing.

Jon tried to parry and dodge the blows while slowly backing away, till his back hit the chamber wall, and before he could move a punch connected with his jaw, knocking him down, followed immediately by a kick to the chest that knocked the wind from his lungs.

"You should have stayed hidden in your snow, Bastard. This is no place for you,"

The man said as Jon shook his head, trying to get up but the pain in his chest was too great.

When Jon saw the blade coming towards his chest, he immediately raised his blade to parry, but the strenght of the blows shattered his blade, and he was greeted with another kick to the chest causing him to slump against the wall.

Jon started to cough and struggled to breathe as Darkstar said,

"I wonder if that slut of my cousin will cry for you or jump in bed with the first bastard that passes."

Hearing that, anger rose inside him, and looking at him with hatred, he spat blood in darkstars face but the smug cunt only smirked and began taunting him.

"Ha! The bastard of the north kneeling in front of me like a good dog,"

"It seems this is the end for you bastard do say hello to your whore mother for me", darkstar gripped dawn with both hands, preparing to cleave the northern bastard in twain.

But Jon, parried the blow and, with his broken sword slashed upwards, cutting out Darkstar's left eye

Darkstar screamed, dropping the sword when Jon pushed him backward and saw him place the man of the wounded eyes. Taking Dawn from the floor, Jon pointed it at the man, saying,

"This is your end."

"No. This is just the beginning," Replied the man, laughing, as blood was streaming down his right cheek. Throwing a dagger at him, which Jon managed to avoid, the men ran away, like Jon, feeling dizziness, fell to his knees as darkness clouded his mind, and lost consciousness.