Chapter 34: The Princess and The Bard
98 AC, 8th Moon
King's Landing
Jon Snow- The Bard.
The applause and the claps washed over me as my group ended the song while the nobles danced their hearts out. My hair was completely black, and I had to use an eye patch for my violet eye, feigning an injury from the past. My hair had grown, and the bangs lay around and over my face so that the eye patch didn't attract undue attention. With that and my own acting skills, not even the Targaryens' could see their likeness in me.
I knew how much the nobles didn't care about the smallfolk, but still, even while enjoying my music—which I stole from my past life—they couldn't bother to look at me. My own body language, which tries to remain as inconspicuous as possible, doesn't help matters.
It was a blessing in disguise for me, as I could make my moves. This was the last day of the tourney, and I had to admit, it was one of the best celebrations I have enjoyed in this life. The valor, the dragons dancing in the sky, the music—everything was celebratory and good. I had at least a hundred animals, including birds, spread around the Red Keep alone for the last two months. It was to see if any type of danger was there for me and to make my escape. The rats had already mapped the secret tunnels for me, and if escape was impossible in the off chance, Cannibal had been flying near King's Landing and resting in a nearby cavern.
After hearing about the Ritual of Blood—sacrificing the one who loved you to make the soul bond—from Cannibal, I was carefully planning the matter. I had to postpone my travel and stayed with Cannibal for two more weeks, getting every bit of information on that ritual and how it could be done. I also needed that time to convince Cannibal to stay in Dragonstone and not come with me. It took all my manipulation skills to convince Cannibal to follow that order. But ultimately, as usual, even the dreaded Cannibal followed my commands.
I looked around as another bard started the song. My own group withdrew to the shadows, and many observed the grand hall and the nobles with open envy. I could easily see the envy and greed on almost all the faces of the music groups waiting there to perform. I casually walked to the walls, lessening my presence with every step. It was a move inspired by an anime in my last life. By the time I reached the wall, I was all but invisible and irrelevant to all. This was a skill I developed by using my warging presence to project an almost notice-me-not effect. Combined with my acting and body language, I became almost invisible to all but a few exceptional people.
I exited the open room and walked toward a hallway. The walls had decorations of dragons and wyverns, which I ignored with a scoff. It was too pretentious for my tastes. I walked as others passed me without even a glance. Even the nobles who passed didn't look at me.
See that, Faceless Men? I can also be stealthy—and I didn't even have to kill anyone, I thought, as I entered the hidden door to a secret passage after making sure no one had a visual on that place.
The secret paths had tiny holes to let air and sound pass through to spy, and even light, if needed. But with my night vision, I had no need for a torch. My target was the same room it had been for the last moon: Princess Gael's room. I already knew Alysanne had sent the princess away before anyone could ask her for a dance, and the queen was still in the great hall enjoying the feast and the grand ball.
I thought it would be hard to arrange contact with Gael and even woo her, but it was actually easy—and I was lucky. One moon ago, after a performance during a feast hosted for one of the Lord Paramounts arrival, I was allowed to pray before the weirwood tree of the Red Keep in the godswood. It was an honor that the castellan allowed me because he was the one who found my group of musicians—and I had been such a hit.
My other aim for this was that I knew Gael liked to spend time just sitting before the weirwood to relax and escape from all the stares and whispers and Alysanne's smothering. So as I was mock-praying, Princess Gael entered the godswood and only saw me when she was very near the weirwood.
One moon ago.
A startled gasp made me look behind me and see what I was expecting.
Princess Gael looked ethereal, and I saw her reading my entire face and body. I stood up and changed my presence, which had been smothered till now so no one of importance gave me a second glance, to something that would be charming and charismatic to the extreme. Being handsome as I am is its own privilege when utilized. I had seen many jealous rants about handsome and pretty privilege in my previous life and they would have murdered me gladly by how much I have used it in this life.
"Oh, sorry, my lord, I didn't see you praying, otherwise I wouldn't have disturbed you," Gael said, and I could see her blushing as she finally noticed my handsomeness and the body of a warrior.
I just smiled and bowed.
"It is of no consequence, my fair maiden. The weirwood and Old Gods are certainly lesser when you are in front of me, my princess. I would gladly worship you rather than trees." I could see Gael opening her mouth slightly in surprise and mortification before some anger surfaced at my forwardness, but I didn't give time for it to erupt.
"But I digress," I pressed on with an exaggerated bow and raised my right hand for her to give. "I am not a noble lord, my princess. I am nothing but a humble traveling bard who was lucky to come to King's Landing and now see you, my princess. I have traveled the world and seen the beauty of it—I've seen the Black Swan of Braavos, the Black Beauty of the Summer Islands, even your own sisters, Princesses Saera and Vissera—but none come close to your beauty, my princess." I said while cringing internally. But my own charisma was enough that she automatically raised her hand to mine, and I kissed the knuckles, which led to another gasp from the princess.
I knew no nobles had ever courted Gael till now, and any proposals were directed to the king. Almost all consider Gael a simpleton, smothered by the queen's presence. I smirked internally—it was just too easy to charm her and needle her.
"You, a simple bard, dare to utter such filth to a princess and even kiss me? What is your name, you foolish bard? At least I should know that when I inform this to my brother or father and when he punishes you," Gael snapped after she calmed down her beating heart and blushing.
I observed her closely, my empathetic sense at full blast, and I grinned as I got the perfect response I was aiming for: Wonder, curiosity, surprise, and a small bit of anger.
I was still holding her hand when I bowed exaggeratedly again.
"My princess, my name is Jon Snow, and please forgive me if I have overstepped," I said calmly. "It is as you said—your beauty and presence turned me into a fool, and I dare say I would suffer any punishment for even having the luck of greeting you in one of the Essosi ways."
The princess retreated her hand from mine and stepped back three paces, observing me fully as if deciding my fate.
"For all the rumors of being a simpleton, I am not a simpleton, Jon Snow. You are not a common bard. You are too confident, and even your body…" Gael stopped speaking midway as she could see the hardened muscles through the light white shirt I had on. I just openly grinned with a twinkle in my one eye.
Gael shook her head to clear her thoughts, and a scowl appeared on her face at seeing my grin.
"Cease your idiotic grin," Gael said with a frown, swallowing her embarrassment.
I nodded and put on a calm face.
"You are clearly a warrior. No bard has such a physique," Gael said.
"Alas, my princess, I was not born into royalty with noble knights to protect me. I had to be a warrior to protect myself, and for traveling, it is essential—especially in the slaver cities," I said with a scowl. "So I am a warrior by necessity and a bard by heart. And one shouldn't lie in front of the Old Gods, and I assure you what I said was true and from the heart. I would suffer any punishment for one such as you, my princess."
This time Gael managed to swallow any embarrassment and reaction to my flirting and maintained a stern face, which was more cuter in my opinion.
"I see," Gael said. "But your willingness to suffer punishment is not a reason for me to not disclose this to my family. Why must I remain quiet about your overt move towards me, so far above your station?" Her face was sterner, and I could see the intelligence shining in her eyes as if trying to gauge me.
I understood that even with my full-on charismatic presence, she would go through with her threat if she didn't get a good enough answer.
"Well, my princess, I don't know if you've noticed, but you are alone with me here—no guards or ladies-in-waiting—and as you said, I am a warrior. So threatening one such as me in this situation may lead to violence. Be aware of that, my princess," I said with a calm smile, but I could see Gael getting tenser, which I immediately broke with an open, friendly smile. Surprise and not giving enough time to think logically was the name of the game and I pressed on.
"But I am not a violent man, and I would never do such a thing—especially to you, my fair princess. Don't be wary of me, my princess. I just want to tell you about the world I have seen. You can do what you deem correct, my princess. I have no excuses except what I have already told you. I will even wait here so that you can do it. For that matter, I am curious—where are your guards and noble ladies-in-waiting? For a princess, you are lonely now," I finished pointedly and sat back with my back to the weirwood tree.
I looked back to the still-standing Gael, and as expected, the height difference and my own lesser position had given her enough comfort to come closer and not turn back and report me.
She looked fragile, as if remembering about the ladies-in-waiting and her situation.
"I have no personal guards or ladies-in-waiting, Jon Snow. It is lucky for you that I have no sworn shield. Everything I have is my mother's, and I am expected to use her ladies-in-waiting and guards. Thus, here I am, spending some quality time now ruined by you."
"I will be honest, my princess, this is utterly tragic. For a young lady such as you to not have her own friends or ladies-in-waiting—it seems I am not the one deserving punishment, but the queen is, for stifling someone like you. I was wondering where the vicious rumors regarding your intelligence and capability originated—and it seems your mother's smothering is a major part of it. I am truly sad you have to go through this." I laid it on thick with emotion.
Gael's eyes widened in pure surprise and fear.
Hook, line, and sinker! I thought, swallowing the smirk that threatened to envelop me. A princess doesn't simply lay with a simple bard in real life. So my guess of blaming the queen in Gael's death in canon is correct. The smothering lead to Gael lashing out or even trying to escape.
Gael immediately tried to smother her emotions and play the obedient princess card.
"You truly are a curious man, Jon Snow. You have the audacity to vilify my dear mother in front of a princess of the blood, in her own castle. Heads have rolled for far less," she finished sternly.
I just shrugged.
"I call it as I see it, my princess. I came to terms with death a long time ago—I have nothing to lose. Only when you accept that can you truly be free. We are in front of the old gods, and I can only speak truths now, so I must say it. In fact, my princess, that is your reason for not reporting my words. You would lose the only friend you have—and for what? A greeting and a kiss you clearly liked," I said with a grin.
Gael immediately blushed, snapping, "I didn't like it, you idiot!"
But she calmed, as if registering only one thing then, and whispered,
"Friend?"
I nodded with an understanding smile.
"Aye, of course. How could I not entertain such a lonely princess when I am full of epic stories and music? I will gladly be your friend."
I could see happiness, and even her eyes filling with slight tears.
"I am glad, then," Gael said with a sniffle. "I will magnanimously forgive you if you sing for me, here and now."
I agreed gladly and sang a melody in my lowest voice, not wanting to gather attention.
I had already sent four people away from the godswood and nearby hallways by using birds and animals. I made birds shit on them and even used a rat to bite the leg of a guard who thought he could rest in the godswood bushes while on duty. I thank my lucky stars that no one bothered to keep a spy on Gael, as she spends time alone in the godswood almost regularly at this hour.
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I entered the princess's room through the secret entry after making sure there was no one but Gael inside. There was no noise from the door, as it had been well oiled by me in the first week itself. Our secret rendezvous started after three days of meeting in the Godswood, when Alysanne came to know about the bard of the Godswood who entertained her precious child. Immediately, Gael was banned from ever entering the Godswood, and I could see her mind plummeting into darkness day by day.
I let her stew for five days then, and entered her room one night. She was surprised beyond anything, and I had to confess to her that I was a warg and had used the rats to find the legendary secret paths built by Maegor. She was very happy to meet me, and our meetings continued whenever possible.
"Jon." A happy tone and a body hit me as Gael hugged me when she saw me entering the room. I was very glad at that and hugged her back while my hands went to her waist. She nestled her face in my neck and shoulders, enjoying my warmth as she complained about her harpy of a mother and her insane orders. I could feel the still-drying hair on her head against my body from the hot bath she had just taken in preparation before bed, and I hummed and murmured at the perfect places, all the while my hands massaged her waist and back.
My hands were just above the swell of her ass when she stepped backwards a single step and looked at my face with a grin. Then she did the thing I had been waiting for since entering the room.
She looked at my face with a smile, and came forward to kiss me. It was something that had been happening for the last three weeks, and she had been the one who initiated the kiss then, which I escalated day by day.
Our lips met for several heartbeats, and my hands slowly went downward from the swell and cupped her ass cheeks. It was soft and firm from all the steps, and I squished it, making her open her mouth for some tongue-to-tongue action. Fortunately for me, royalty had enough hygiene—including for teeth—that I didn't have any problem with it. For all the amount of fucking I have done in this world to spread my seed this is the second women I have kissed.
It continued until she couldn't go on, as she had to breathe, and she retreated several steps and sat on the bed.
She looked at me with a half-open mouth and lidded eyes that oozed sexiness, and I couldn't help but get hard in my pants.
"Jon..." she hissed, and I could feel the hidden order.
I just smiled while walking towards the table in her room. I opened the compartment and took out the hidden Arbor wine I had left there. I took out two glasses and poured, hiding what I was pouring. The Arbor wine was spiked with my blood, and I had been feeding Gael that so she could be healed fully and have more magical potential unlocked by the time the ritual was performed.
I reached near the bed and gave her one glass, which she eagerly drank. I cupped her face with my hands, looking into her eyes.
"Jon, please let today be the day," she pleaded.
And I sighed. I hadn't fucked her until now because the magical ritual that needed to be done would be more effective if she lost her virginity just before the ritual—and me sacrificing her.
"Gael, my love, please understand me. You can't have moon tea, and I can't procure it—and moreover, it is harmful to you, my dear. Also, I want our first time to be magical and to be enjoyed with the freedom to yell your heart out when we finally join. If you're my wife, then it will be perfect, Gael. And it's not like you are left with any unsatisfied desires, Gael." I finished with a proud smirk, which led to some furious blushing and spluttering from Gael. And I was correct, too—the oral sex had been very satisfying even for me, which really surprised me the first time with Gael.
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Here I was, who had felt sex was just mechanical work—useful for having bastards across the kingdoms among the smallfolk—and I expected that I would have to use my control aspect even to cum when I was with Gael. But the sight of her innocent eyes looking up at me with my cock in her mouth and the sheer power I felt was enough to make me cum in her mouth the first time. Maybe it was the power dynamics of having such a beautiful princess wantonly pleasing me, but I haven't had to use my control aspect even once till now. She was eager to please, and I was eager to cum as much as possible, which helped her gain power far faster than from some diluted blood—though it took some gaslighting from me for her to swallow the first time.
"My princess, please stop sucking for now. I am quite near my release. And you need to prepare for it," I said.
Gael looked pleased at that but released her mouth from my cock and looked at me questioningly.
"I cum more than others, and it will be quite large. We cannot leave any stains on the floor or bedsheets, or it will be discovered and identified, my princess."
Gael contemplated that and nodded. "So what must we do? Clearly, you have a solution. And I don't want you to leave without having the same magical feelings you just gave me."
"There is a way to not leave any stains on the bed or the floor. I will release in your mouth, and you must swallow every single drop. Start swallowing the moment it begins, or you'll get choked by the amount."
Gael looked surprised, and her nose scrunched in disgust. "People actually do that?"
"Aye," I said. "And don't be like that, my dear. It will be quite good for you, and I manage my diet enough that it won't taste bad."
Gael nodded. "Well, I want to try it at least once," and she returned to take my cock in her mouth again. For her first time, she was passable—the lips were tight and glided around my cock firmly, while her tongue worked simultaneously. After another five minutes of her bobbing head and sheer love in her eyes, I could feel my release coming.
I warned her, and she nodded slightly without breaking the rhythm.
With a gasp, my hands tightened around her hair as I felt pleasure and a high unlike any other and came. I could see the moment the first spurt hit the back of her mouth by the widening of her eyes, and she followed the order and swallowed immediately. Spurt after spurt continued for almost a minute due to my improved physicality, and by the time it ended, there was several pearly-white drips from the side of her lips to her ample breasts.
I looked back to the still-standing Gael, and as expected, the height difference and my own lesser position had given her enough comfort to come closer and not turn back and report me.
She looked fragile, as if remembering about the ladies-in-waiting and her situation.
"I have no personal guards or ladies-in-waiting, Jon Snow. It is lucky for you that I have no sworn shield. Everything I have is my mother's, and I am expected to use her ladies-in-waiting and guards. Thus, here I am, spending some quality time now ruined by you."
"I will be honest, my princess, this is utterly tragic. For a young lady such as you to not have her own friends or ladies-in-waiting—it seems I am not the one deserving punishment, but the queen is, for stifling someone like you. I was wondering where the vicious rumors regarding your intelligence and capability originated—and it seems your mother's smothering is a major part of it. I am truly sad you have to go through this." I laid it on thick with emotion.
Gael's eyes widened in pure surprise and fear.
Hook, line, and sinker! I thought, swallowing the smirk that threatened to envelop me. A princess doesn't simply lay with a simple bard in real life. So my guess of blaming the queen in Gael's death in canon is correct. The smothering lead to Gael lashing out or even trying to escape.
Gael immediately tried to smother her emotions and play the obedient princess card.
"You truly are a curious man, Jon Snow. You have the audacity to vilify my dear mother in front of a princess of the blood, in her own castle. Heads have rolled for far less," she finished sternly.
I just shrugged.
"I call it as I see it, my princess. I came to terms with death a long time ago—I have nothing to lose. Only when you accept that can you truly be free. We are in front of the old gods, and I can only speak truths now, so I must say it. In fact, my princess, that is your reason for not reporting my words. You would lose the only friend you have—and for what? A greeting and a kiss you clearly liked," I said with a grin.
Gael immediately blushed, snapping, "I didn't like it, you idiot!"
But she calmed, as if registering only one thing then, and whispered,
"Friend?"
I nodded with an understanding smile.
"Aye, of course. How could I not entertain such a lonely princess when I am full of epic stories and music? I will gladly be your friend."
I could see happiness, and even her eyes filling with slight tears.
"I am glad, then," Gael said with a sniffle. "I will magnanimously forgive you if you sing for me, here and now."
I agreed gladly and sang a melody in my lowest voice, not wanting to gather attention.
I had already sent four people away from the godswood and nearby hallways by using birds and animals. I made birds shit on them and even used a rat to bite the leg of a guard who thought he could rest in the godswood bushes while on duty. I thank my lucky stars that no one bothered to keep a spy on Gael, as she spends time alone in the godswood almost regularly at this hour.
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I entered the princess's room through the secret entry after making sure there was no one but Gael inside. There was no noise from the door, as it had been well oiled by me in the first week itself. Our secret rendezvous started after three days of meeting in the Godswood, when Alysanne came to know about the bard of the Godswood who entertained her precious child. Immediately, Gael was banned from ever entering the Godswood, and I could see her mind plummeting into darkness day by day.
I let her stew for five days then, and entered her room one night. She was surprised beyond anything, and I had to confess to her that I was a warg and had used the rats to find the legendary secret paths built by Maegor. She was very happy to meet me, and our meetings continued whenever possible.
"Jon." A happy tone and a body hit me as Gael hugged me when she saw me entering the room. I was very glad at that and hugged her back while my hands went to her waist. She nestled her face in my neck and shoulders, enjoying my warmth as she complained about her harpy of a mother and her insane orders. I could feel the still-drying hair on her head against my body from the hot bath she had just taken in preparation before bed, and I hummed and murmured at the perfect places, all the while my hands massaged her waist and back.
My hands were just above the swell of her ass when she stepped backwards a single step and looked at my face with a grin. Then she did the thing I had been waiting for since entering the room.
She looked at my face with a smile, and came forward to kiss me. It was something that had been happening for the last three weeks, and she had been the one who initiated the kiss then, which I escalated day by day.
Our lips met for several heartbeats, and my hands slowly went downward from the swell and cupped her ass cheeks. It was soft and firm from all the steps, and I squished it, making her open her mouth for some tongue-to-tongue action. Fortunately for me, royalty had enough hygiene—including for teeth—that I didn't have any problem with it. For all the amount of fucking I have done in this world to spread my seed this is the second women I have kissed.
It continued until she couldn't go on, as she had to breathe, and she retreated several steps and sat on the bed.
She looked at me with a half-open mouth and lidded eyes that oozed sexiness, and I couldn't help but get hard in my pants.
"Jon..." she hissed, and I could feel the hidden order.
I just smiled while walking towards the table in her room. I opened the compartment and took out the hidden Arbor wine I had left there. I took out two glasses and poured, hiding what I was pouring. The Arbor wine was spiked with my blood, and I had been feeding Gael that so she could be healed fully and have more magical potential unlocked by the time the ritual was performed.
I reached near the bed and gave her one glass, which she eagerly drank. I cupped her face with my hands, looking into her eyes.
"Jon, please let today be the day," she pleaded.
And I sighed. I hadn't fucked her until now because the magical ritual that needed to be done would be more effective if she lost her virginity just before the ritual—and me sacrificing her.
"Gael, my love, please understand me. You can't have moon tea, and I can't procure it—and moreover, it is harmful to you, my dear. Also, I want our first time to be magical and to be enjoyed with the freedom to yell your heart out when we finally join. If you're my wife, then it will be perfect, Gael. And it's not like you are left with any unsatisfied desires, Gael." I finished with a proud smirk, which led to some furious blushing and spluttering from Gael. And I was correct, too—the oral sex had been very satisfying even for me, which really surprised me the first time with Gael.
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Here I was, who had felt sex was just mechanical work—useful for having bastards across the kingdoms among the smallfolk—and I expected that I would have to use my control aspect even to cum when I was with Gael. But the sight of her innocent eyes looking up at me with my cock in her mouth and the sheer power I felt was enough to make me cum in her mouth the first time. Maybe it was the power dynamics of having such a beautiful princess wantonly pleasing me, but I haven't had to use my control aspect even once till now. She was eager to please, and I was eager to cum as much as possible, which helped her gain power far faster than from some diluted blood—though it took some gaslighting from me for her to swallow the first time.
"My princess, please stop sucking for now. I am quite near my release. And you need to prepare for it," I said.
Gael looked pleased at that but released her mouth from my cock and looked at me questioningly.
"I cum more than others, and it will be quite large. We cannot leave any stains on the floor or bedsheets, or it will be discovered and identified, my princess."
Gael contemplated that and nodded. "So what must we do? Clearly, you have a solution. And I don't want you to leave without having the same magical feelings you just gave me."
"There is a way to not leave any stains on the bed or the floor. I will release in your mouth, and you must swallow every single drop. Start swallowing the moment it begins, or you'll get choked by the amount."
Gael looked surprised, and her nose scrunched in disgust. "People actually do that?"
"Aye," I said. "And don't be like that, my dear. It will be quite good for you, and I manage my diet enough that it won't taste bad."
Gael nodded. "Well, I want to try it at least once," and she returned to take my cock in her mouth again. For her first time, she was passable—the lips were tight and glided around my cock firmly, while her tongue worked simultaneously. After another five minutes of her bobbing head and sheer love in her eyes, I could feel my release coming.
I warned her, and she nodded slightly without breaking the rhythm.
With a gasp, my hands tightened around her hair as I felt pleasure and a high unlike any other and came. I could see the moment the first spurt hit the back of her mouth by the widening of her eyes, and she followed the order and swallowed immediately. Spurt after spurt continued for almost a minute due to my improved physicality, and by the time it ended, there was several pearly-white drips from the side of her lips to her ample breasts.
I looked down and could see she had enjoyed that and looked as if she were also high. She finished swallowing, took my cock out of her mouth, and licked it clean, taking everything from it.
"That..." she slurred, "that was something else. How?"
"I am special, my dear," I said and looked at the dripping cum on her chin and breasts.
"Oh," Gael whispered and looked down, seeing the pearly-white cum. She scooped it with her fingers, cleaning it without spilling a single drop. I quickly hardened again, and her eyes widened in panic at that, which made me laugh hard.
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She swallowed her embarrassment from my comment and took my hand in hers.
"Jon, I will gladly have your children, and I don't care if it is a bastard or not. The child will have everything it needs, and it will be mine—our little one."
I sighed in tiredness at that.
"My love, I know you will care for and love the child, but your family will not—especially your mother. What if she gives you moon tea? It will damage both you and our child permanently. We are young, and there is no hurry to have children. It has been only almost one moon since our physical relationship started, and there is far more to discover and enjoy, my love."
I saw the fear and understanding in her eyes as she knew her mother could be cruel when needed. She shook her head slightly, as if dispelling the negative thoughts, before taking on a more sensual smile.
"Oh? Is that so, my knowledgeable bard? Then educate this poor princess about the next form of enjoyment."
"Well, let's save time now and pleasure each other simultaneously. It is called sixty-nine," I said and lay down in her soft bed, inviting her to lie on me upside down.
She looked confused for a moment before understanding dawned, and she grinned enthusiastically before jumping on me.
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Authors Note: never felt confident in writing romance,fluff and smut.. so the end result is this chapter.. started writing without any scene in mind, just the plot of daemon meeting gael, seducing etc.. things just flowed into this very fast.. hope everyone likes it.. also don't expect lemons anymore…
The name jon snow.. daemon and I was cheeky enough to use that name.. atleast it was the name daemon actually expected to gain when the entity made the offer after all….
Also we are very near to the point where I am most excited about.. jae's meeting with daemon… maximum by 38 the meeting will happen.
Next chapter title is The Great Council.