After supper in his uncle's solar, Jon revealed to Sansa who he really was in the presence of Robb and Lady Catelyn. Sansa took the news in stride, politely congratulated him with his good fortune but didn't ask further questions or showed any kind of emotions. Soon after, she asked to be excused. When Jon looked at Robb raising one eyebrow, Robb just shrugged. Lady Catelyn gave some flimsy excuse for her daughter's behaviour, something about Sansa having had a trying day and left soon after.
"Sansa has been trying everyone's patience." Robb told him when his mother had closed the door behind her. "I can't understand her at all. She hasn't once acknowledged Edric. He was talking about leaving before I uh, well you know before what. And now he is once more talking about leaving for Eastwatch. If we can't think of something fast, my sister will be responsible for chasing away a good friend of mine." Robb's expression made it clear that he was not happy at all with Edric's imminent departure.
"Robb, he only was supposed to be here for the duration of the royal visit. He has stayed much longer already. He either needs to resume his training under the tutelage of Ser Arthur or return to Starfall. If anything, he stayed longer because of Sansa."
"Loras is talking about leaving with you as well." Robb complained.
"It is not as if we are all going on a pleasure trip without you, Robb. We are headed right into danger. We are preparing to face an enemy that outnumbers us at least ten to one. We are going to defend the North."
Jon walked over the hearth and stoked the fire that needed rekindling. He petted Ghost who lay lazily in front of the fireplace. Jon remembered Lady Catelyn's ire when she had realised that the wolf would be there for the duration of the meeting. He had noticed the pursing of her lips the moment she spotted the direwolf. A pertinent look from Jon had been enough to get her to keep silent and ignore the animal's presence. He savoured every moment he could spend in Ghost's company. If he was honest, he took some pleasure in these small victories over Lady Catelyn. Somehow Robb's mother rubbed him the wrong way. He couldn't remember ever addressing her as Aunt Catelyn. He always used a more formal title when he couldn't avoid talking to her.
He turned back to face Robb who hadn't moved an inch and just sat there staring into the flames with empty eyes and a dejected look on his face.
"It is only logical that they leave when Lord Umber and his houseguards do." Jon made another attempt to get Robb to see that his friends' leaving had nothing to do with deserting him. "They will have a guide and extra protection for a large part of the journey. I will ask Lord Umber to send some of his men with them to see them safely to Eastwatch once they have reached the Last Hearth. Don't forget they are not accustomed to travelling this far north."
"I know." Robb looked up now, his eyes registering his environment again. "Lord Umber and Lord Karstark have asked for a meeting with me. Tomorrow if possible so they can make preparations to leave Winterfell afterwards and start the journey back to their keeps in the next few days."
Robb sighed and looked exhausted doing so. "I am sorry. I sometimes wish Father was here. I have not been able to discuss what to do about Greyjoy and Bolton with Uncle Benjen and you yet. I do not know if I can handle both meetings in one day and I might need time to think on what you two will advise me first."
"If you feel pressured, tell the Lords tomorrow is not convenient and you will meet with them the day after. You are their acting Liege Lord. And Robb, your father can't be here but our uncle can. Let Uncle Benjen sit in on that meeting. Even if you are the one they address and who will answer their questions, the Lords are more likely to keep their demands reasonable if he is present."
Robb nodded and sat up a bit straighter. "I will keep that in mind. Perhaps if I have a good night's rest I will be able to meet with them later in the afternoon tomorrow."
"Be sure not to get cornered into making decisions before you are ready. Just hear what your bannermen have to say and then tell them that you will let them know your answer at your earliest convenience. I reckon they will want to know what will happen to the Dreadfort and its surrounding lands. They might argue they are entitled to some of the spoils since they helped out."
"I know, Jon. I was planning on hearing yours and Uncle's recommendations on that particular matter and see if we can reach a consensus. If that is not the case, I plan to write Father before making a final decision regarding such a major bannerman's fate."
"That seems like you have a good plan of action in place. Forget about it for now. Perhaps we can all join you in your room in a bit? We must take advantage of this time that all of us are still at Winterfell. I know Loras and Edric enjoy our little get-togethers and I do too."
"I'll be expecting you three." The corners of Robb's mouth moved slightly upwards. "I look forward to these gatherings as well. They are the most pleasant part of my day."
"See you soon then." Jon left the room and went in search of Loras and Edric.
***
The next morning, Jon was surprised to see Sansa join them in the Great Hall where he was breaking his fast. It was the first time she was up this early. She took the seat closest to him and paid him every attention. When he started his training session, he noticed her standing about in the courtyard. She stayed out there the entire duration and made a point of watching him to the exclusion of anyone else. During lunch she was able to seat herself next to him once more and flirted with him for all to see. Later that afternoon he was on his way to the courtyard when she accosted him once more.
"Jon, please be a dear and escort me outside. I want to take a stroll around the Godswood."
Jon reigned in his temper and reminded himself that she counted only fourteen namedays. He saw right through her childish seducing tone and knew exactly why she was using him.
He took her arm and led her to an alcove. "Just stop it, Sansa. This ends now. You are just using me to get back at Edric."
Sansa startled and looked up at him with big pleading eyes. "If you know that, why don't you help me and just play along? I want to hurt him just as he hurt me."
Jon let go of her arm, took a step back and tried to keep his tone friendly. "Sansa, first of all, you are asking the wrong man. Edric is one of my best friends. I will not lift a finger to hurt him. And while it is never nice to deliberately hurt someone, it is even worse when you add to Edric's burden when he already is struggling to cope with the situation. He is doing everything he can to get your father's consent. But by all means keep up your current behaviour and he may change his mind. You are doing your best to lose him Sansa and I do not think that such is your wish at all."
"Of course it is not. I want him to …," she gasped. "Of course, you know all. You are the influential friend who doesn't want to help us." Her voice was sharp as she accused him and she tried to take a step back but bumped into the wall.
"Sansa, you do not know what you are talking about. Please listen to yourself. You are acting very childish, very selfish. Think about what you are doing, please. You need to convince your parents that you are mature enough to know what you want and what will make you happy. I am sure your mother reports every detail of your behaviour to your father."
Seeing her pale he knew he finally had gotten through to her.
"How can Lord Dayne convince your father that you love him and that even though you are still rather young, you both are very sure that you want this betrothal? Lady Catelyn will write to him that you have set your sights on me ever since you learned who I am. Hells, even the little spies of the Master of Whispers will confirm the reports to your father. Not to mention what the Lords present here will think of you."
"I am sorry, Jon. I didn't mean to. But I am so unhappy." Tears fell down her cheeks.
Jon fought against the natural instinct of pulling her in a comforting embrace and settled for putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I know, Sansa. But keep in mind that you are not the only one who is miserable. If anything you should help each other cope instead of adding to the other's misery."
A servant entered the corridor they were standing in, but disappeared in a room without reacting to their presence. Jon started to get uncomfortable and almost regretted confronting her. When she looked back up at him he was relieved to notice that she had calmed down and gave her some much needed advice.
"Alter your behaviour toward me as well as toward Edric, treat both of us as friends but no more in public. I will try to stop the rumours from reaching your father and write to him the Gods know what to counter your mother's reports. You better write something to your father as well."
"Can't you do more, Jon? Being who you are, I mean."
Jon sighed. "Lord Stark is your father, Sansa. I can only stall a betrothal he would want to make to further my cause, arguing there might be other options. Believe me. We have been working on that already. We are also doing everything we can to raise Lord Dayne in your father's esteem. But the rest is up to you two." His eyes were willing her to get his message without him needing to put her on the spot more than he already had."
"I didn't know. I haven't spoken to Edric, I mean Lord Dayne in a while." Sansa looked miserably.
"Well, now you do know. Edric and I have not given up hope. You can at least acknowledge his company once in a while. He is starting to think you do not like him any longer and that you prefer to catch a royal husband instead." Jon kept his tone gentle not wanting to make her more upset than she already was.
"I am not. I assure you I am not." She pleaded with him to believe her.
"It is not me you should reassure, Sansa." Jon looked around to see if anyone was listening in. The hallway was deserted and all the doors were closed as far as he could see.
"What if you go to the Godswood as planned but not in my company? Go alone. I will find Edric and ask him if he is willing to join you there for a few moments. Lady Brienne will chaperone from a distance, so keep it decent."
Sansa blushed even harder. "Of course. Thank you, Jon." She curtsied and stepped aside so she could walk past him to the exit.
Jon presumed a formal stance, bowed to her and held out his arm. "Well then, my Lady. Let me escort you a small part of the way."
***
The next morning Brienne woke Jon rather early and informed him that Lord Willas Tyrell asked for a private meeting with Lord Celtigar. According to Brienne, he was packed and ready to leave but wanted to talk to him first. He was waiting in the library. Jon hurried through his morning's ablutions dressed himself quickly and made his way over there before breaking his fast. The heir of Highgarden came to the point immediately.
"I won't leave here under false pretenses," he announced as soon as Jon had closed the door so they could speak in private. "It would not help settle matters between our houses and you have the fate of my younger brother in your hands."
"My Lord," Jon had replied surprised by these statements. "Has anything happened? Is Loras all right?"
"He is. He is waiting in the courtyard to take his leave of me. I hope you will still allow me to leave when I have told you all that I have come here to say. But I wanted to prove to you that House Stark isn't the only house in the realm that knows the true meaning of the word honour."
"Do you want to take a seat?" Jon eyed the Tyrell heir who stood stiffly, dossed out in a heavy fur coat ready to travel across the cold northern fields.
"No, this won't take long, I hope. I want you to be aware that I heard some servants talk last night while I was looking out my window admiring the stars before retiring. I am sure they didn't know I was there but I reckon I have a good grasp of the situation now."
"What is it you think you know, Lord Tyrell?" Jon kept his tone even. His mind was shifting through several possibilities.
"I know who your parents were and that you have more than a direwolf as a pet. I also know that you are going to press your claim and that the North, the Vale and the Riverlands will support you."
"That is quite a lot." Jon eyed Willas Tyrell who stood as still as a statue. He noticed the uncertainty flitter in the eyes of the Tyrell heir.
"And how do you propose we handle this situation, Lord Tyrell?" Jon decided to hear him out and give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, nobody had forced Willas Tyrell to confess this. The man had voluntarily jeopardised his much wished for departure.
"I vow not to send a letter home but will inform Grandmother upon my arrival at Highgarden instead. That gives you a moon and a half. If the entire North knows, it is only a matter of time before the capital will hear of your existence. I propose you offer your hand in marriage to my sister and she will bring you the alliance of a prosperous Kingdom." Willas Tyrell looked expectantly at Jon.
Jon didn't hesitate. "I am no longer free to do that. My marriage is all but arranged."
He paused but quickly decided this was a good opportunity to entice House Tyrell to accept an alliance with the North one more time.
"House Stark is my closest kin and a most trusted ally. A betrothal with one of my cousins is as binding to me as a betrothal to myself. I consider House Stark as my house as well. I am half Stark. However these negotiations should take place between my uncle, Eddard Stark and the head of your house."
"Grandmother will be disappointed when she learns that she missed the opportunity to betroth her granddaughter to a Targaryen Prince who most likely will become the new King of the Seven Kingdoms." Willas sighed. A serious look covered his face. "Now that everything is out in the open, am I free still to leave as planned?"
"Of course, Lord Tyrell. I accept the vow you gave earlier. I trust you not to send a raven home to inform your grandmother of my identity after you leave Winterfell and before you arrive at Highgarden. I sincerely hope that our three houses will be bound closely together in future. It has been brought to my attention that your brother is considering becoming a part of my entourage. If that is the case I swear to you that I will never consider him a hostage. If ever our houses should meet on opposite sides of a battlefield, he will be allowed to choose freely which side to support."
"I thank you for that and wish you good fortune in all your endeavours, Prince Jon." Willas Tyrell bowed signalling the end of the interview.
"You're welcome. And in turn I wish you safe travels, Lord Tyrell. Perhaps I'll meet your grandmother before you do and will be able to reveal everything to her myself."
Taking in Willas Tyrell's stricken face, Jon chuckled. "Don't worry. If that is the case, I'll break the news to her gently. I will treat her with all the respect she is due. I am confident we will be allies soon, Lord Tyrell." That last part was spoken once more in a serious tone with a formal expression on Jon's face.
Willas bowed one last time and left the room. Jon hoped he had made the right decision by trusting the grandson of the Queen of Thorns.
***
The previous night after leaving Robb's room and reviewing the replies to his most urgent messages that had been ready to send out, Jon had felt somewhat overburdened and had visited the Godswood. Loras, who assisted Brienne in taking turns to guard him, had kept watch near the entrance. Jon had prayed fervently to the Old Gods asking for strength and guidance. The substance induced visions had shown a shortcoming in the prophecy and he felt burdened by all the responsibilities he carried.
Since his visit to the Godswood the previous night had not given him the state of mind he had set out to achieve in the Godswood, this evening, after leaving Robb asleep in his bedchamber, he asked a confused guard to supply him with a tent. Accompanied by Loras Tyrell he set out into the woods.
Together they set up the tent in a clearing close to the place where his dragons usually rested when they were not out hunting. As soon as they had a fire going, Loras Tyrell used the opportunity to offer to swear his sword to Jon.
"Are you sure about this, Loras? Your grandmother might not like this." He cautioned the young man kneeling in front of him. "Sit down, Loras. Let us discuss this first."
Loras looked up his face stricken. "Are you turning down my offer ? Am I not good enough or is it my house."
"Loras," Jon's expression was solemn. The tone of his voice however expressed honesty and warmth when he answered. "I would be honoured to have you as a member of my Kingsguard."
He paused when he saw Loras' face lit up. "Of course I would accept you. If we come to an agreement, it is for a position as a knight in my Kingsguard. You are more than good enough with your sword, Loras. And I trust you implicitly. But we need to negotiate some terms because of the house you belong to."
"I act on my own. I am my own man, my Prince. It is my sword I am offering, not the allegiance of my house." Loras looked at him, hope shining in his eyes. "I will be loyal to you, Jon, no matter who my family decides to side with eventually."
"I do not doubt your word now, Loras. And I would never ask you to engage in a fight against your kin. I would advise you to stay neutral but would leave the choice up to you. But still, just imagine receiving letters from home pleading you to reconsider. What if Willas should die for whatever reason and you become the heir to Highgarden and the Reach?"
"I would never wish that upon Willas. But if that does happen and my dear brother is no more, there will be no conflict of interest for me. I will pledge the support of the Reach to you, Jon. I firmly believe that is the sensible thing to do."
"You say that now, but I know you love your family, Loras. Could you still serve the forces that harmed some of your kin during to the conflict between our houses? Even if I order each and every soldier singlehandedly not to harm any of your family and give them orders to only contain them, should it come down to a fight, a battle is chaos, Loras. Once the fighting starts, nobody can guarantee that your family members won't be harmed. What if Willas tries to be a hero and fights on the front lines?"
"Let's hope it won't come to a battle. And Jon, Willas won't be fighting on frontlines any time soon. You can't have missed the fact that my brother walks with a bit of a limp. At home he uses a cane. Amongst strangers he is too proud to do that. He prefers to suffer the pain instead of appearing weak in public. After his injury, he stopped practising his jousting and hasn't swung a sword in years. He might oversee a war council but that is about it. Anyway I can't believe my family will be foolish enough to engage you on the battlefield. I do not think you believe that either."
Loras took a deep breath and looked at Jon's inscrutable face. "What are you actually saying, Jon? Do you doubt that I will go back on my word?"
Loras' disappointment was palpable and Jon knew it could turn into anger if he was not very careful with his next words. "I know you are true to your word, Loras. I know you believe in our cause. Please hear me out. I will state you my terms. If you are still willing to become a member of my Kingsguard after hearing them, I will accept your vow. A knighthood will follow on the day I ascend the throne."
Loras looked at him, resolve in his eyes. "Then state your terms, Jon. You are trying my patience."
Jon took a deep breath. "Once you have sworn your sword to me, I vow that we will do everything in our power, exhaust every possibility to avoid open conflict between our houses. If they declare war on us, your position will be temporarily suspended. You will be able to choose to terminate your services to me at that point. However, if you choose to stay with me, you will only be allowed in my presence again after the conflict with your family has been resolved however long that may take. You must accept that. My other Kingsguards will not want you near me. They have my safety and best interest in mind." Jon sighed. "I am trying to be honest here, Loras."
"Those are your terms?" This time it was Loras that kept his face blank face and betrayed nothing.
"One more," Jon said his voice firm despite Loras' change in demeanour. "If your elder brother for one reason or other is no longer amongst the living, you are released of your vow and will agree to become heir of Highgarden. I want you to point that out to your family and hint at your unwavering allegiance to me when you inform them of your decision to swear your sword to me. It might make them think twice before declaring war on house Targaryen."
"What can I reveal to them of your identity should I write this letter?" Loras asked.
"That I am an influential Lord that has Lord Stark's ear and many more allies. That I will play a paramount role in the events to come and you believe me an honourable man worthy of your sword. That you might be the saving grace of your house one day and that they will all be grateful to you for choosing to side with a close ally of House Stark and giving your house a fighting chance to keep their status in the future."
"You do realise that if we take this path, that it will give Grandmother a means to hedge her bets?"
"Leave your grandmother to Lord Stark, Varys, and me. Or perhaps I should include Prince Oberyn in this. For now, let us cross words with her and see who comes out on top of these political games. That is, if you are still willing to go ahead and serve me as a loyal Kingsguard. I will want you to include in your vows that you will never raise your sword against me, even if your family does."
The sound of rustling leaves in the wind and the crackling sounds of a fire were the only things that could be heard now. Both young men looked each other in the eyes with an earnest expression.
Then Loras kneeled and the necessary words were spoken by both.
That night Jon slept inside the warm embrace of his dragons his mind clear and relaxed as he dreamed of Dany. Loras had been left to cope with the fire and the small tent. The young Tyrell had adapted to the North by now. Gone was the flowery coat. The thin garment had been replaced by a beautiful thick woollen coat with an enormous fur collar Loras had bought in Wintertown. He also had fur mittens and a hat with earflaps to go with it. Nobody who saw him now would suspect that he was a southern Lord.
Loras didn't mind being alone in the tent. He was happy. Not only had he been promised a knighthood soon, Jon had encouraged him to write a long letter to Renly without fearing that the content would be read by anyone but the recipient. Jon personally would deliver the sealed message into Prince Renly's hands.
Jon being Jon, had not used Prince Renly's situation to influence Loras in making his decision. But as soon as the formalities were suspended and they had been sitting close to the fire, relaxed and satisfied by the outcome of their discussion, Jon had told him of his plans to help Prince Renly. They were not conditional on whatever Loras decided to do next. And Loras believed Jon. He believed him unconditionally and prayed that he would never have to choose between his house and Jon. If ever he had to, he would choose Jon but he would lose a part of himself.
As soon as Jon had excused himself and gone to spend the night close to his dragons, Loras had started a long letter to Renly. He felt lighter now that he could pour his heart into it. Perhaps there was even the possibility they could meet beyond the Wall. If the army of the dead was on the march, Loras was to go with Jon beyond the Wall and perhaps a meeting could be arranged. Loras slept well that night alone in a tent in the cold North. If only his grandmother could see him now. He was sure she would never understand though.
***
Jon's next morning at Winterfell, after breaking his fast in company of Arya and Rickon and another training session, was spent writing the rest of his messages to all his allies. Thanks to his nightly excursion, his mind was clearer and he made short work of his correspondence.
He counted the days he intended to spend in the North and compared them with the date that Davos would arrive on Dragonstone. If he timed it right, he could go from the Wall to Pyke and then make a short stop at Dragonstone. If he stayed the full sennight at Winterfell, a sennight visiting the three locations at the Wall, two days flying to Pyke, hopefully only spending one night there, he could arrive at Dragonstone two days after that.
According to his calculations, Davos and Ser Arthur would have arrived on Dragonstone around the time he besieged Pyke. Prince Oberyn would be in King's Landing and would find several scrolls from Jon waiting for him filled with suggestions on how to deal with the erratic behaviour of his older brother, Prince Doran. Perhaps a meeting could be arranged with the Dornish Prince on Dragonstone or the Driftmark?
The words came naturally as he finally wrote the promised missive to Varys detailing the events at the Dreadfort, warning him once more that rumours would probably come to King's Landing from all sides now that most of the North would surely be talking about not much else than his real identity in the coming days. The game was almost up and he promised Varys to do everything to go south as soon as possible. He informed him that in a matter of days he should have the measure of the situation beyond the Wall and hopefully they could finally start making concrete plans.
He also promised to inform Varys of his arrival the very moment he stepped foot on Dragonstone again. He invited the Master of Whispers to attend a council meeting there so he could be present when they discussed the best way to reach to throne room in King's Landing. That is if the man could slip away from King Robert without causing suspicion. He also mentioned the issue with Lord Dayne and Lady Sansa but kept it short, not wanting to burden the Master of Whispers with such a small matter any longer than absolutely necessary.
Things were coming together. Jon could hardly believe it. After years and years of preparations, it could be just a matter of sennights now.
A letter had arrived from Dany that morning. She wrote that the villagers on Dragonstone as well as at the Driftmark were all working feverishly to dye the sails of their ships. Banners were being sown by every female available, young and old alike. They had all volunteered as soon as she had put out the word that she needed assistance to help their Prince display their sigil for the entire realm to see. She told them that the people had never been so happy and everyone wanted to contribute to his cause. Even seven year old boys were helping with the logistics of sorting armour. Their older brothers were carrying them to the craftsmen and back to the ships when they bore the mark of House Targaryen.
Jekken, the blacksmith had dusted off the molds depicting the three headed dragon and after almost twenty years he was once more making metal versions of their sigil. The carpenters were helping him to affix them to the shields. He had taken on several apprentices to remodel the armour of the crew of their ships. On Dragonstone several temporary workshops had been erected. Everyone who had two capable hands was helping transform the neutral fleet into a Targaryen royal armada. Two carpenters were chiselling day and night to change the figureheads of the largest ships. Dany also described how, when it grew dark, a large bonfire was lit on the beach and most of those who had finished their chores for the day gathered there and indulged in a kind of pre-celebration of his reign.
Dany's letter brimmed with excitement and happiness. She had a full schedule now and every three days, Ser Barristan and Ser Oswell accompanied her to the Driftmark so she could check the progress there. She had a long list with tasks, counted every piece of armour, every shield and was able to give him a detailed progress report. Sam had given her some pointers on how to do that effectively and she wrote that more than fifty per cent of the sails would be finished by the end of this sennight.
Jon put the letter down and stared through the window but saw nothing of the northern scenery. Instead his thoughts were on the green cliffs of Dragonstone and he imagined standing there beside Dany watching their entire fleet full sail with the large sigils of the three headed dragons fluttering in the wind. A soft knock startled him out of his daydream. Lady Brienne entered the room.
"My Prince, Lord Bolton asks for an audience."
Jon smiled at her formal speech. "Thanks Lady Brienne. Please let him in and then go and find yourself some lunch. I am quite safe here and have my sword with me." He looked pointedly at Ser Domeric's empty scabbard, the man having appeared in the doorway behind her.
"My Prince," she bowed and left the room, closing the door after Domeric Bolton had taken two steps forward.
"My Prince," Domeric Bolton bowed formally when he halted just inside the room.
"Do be seated, Lord Bolton. But since the door is closed and it is just the two of us, would you please call me Jon?"
"I'd be honoured, uh Jon. But then it is only fair you address me as Domeric."
"Gladly. Now what can I do for you, Domeric?"
"I wanted to ask you to put in a good word for me with Lord Stark. I know House Stark will decide my fate soon. I thought perhaps I could propose to actively help you obtain your throne and in return House Bolton could keep the Lordship over the Dreadfort and its position of major bannerman of House Stark."
"How would you do that? I mean, how do you even know which of the men at the Dreadfort you can trust to foreswear the flaying and other vile habits? It has come to my ears that your father and his bannermen still practice 'first night'. I am sorry to put you on the spot like that but it needs to be discussed."
"I assure you, my Prince, I take no offense. I have already been giving it some thought. Several minor Lords have ignored my father and Ramsay and kept their distance from the Dreadfort. I found refuge with some of them so I have a small following to begin with. I would ask every Lord to swear a new oath to me and House Stark. The words would be slightly amended and a sentence would be added wherein they vow to practice neither flaying nor first night and to give me the right to behead them on the spot with their own swords and confiscate their property in case they disobey."
"That would work if they are true to their word. You would also need to be firmly in control so you can reinforce it."
Jon looked at the sigil imprinted on the boiled leather garment Domeric was wearing. "A bit of a conundrum though, foreswearing flaying and still have it as your sigil, proudly displaying it for all to see."
"I, uh, I," Domeric Bolton was taken by surprise and did not have a reply at the ready.
"What if I told you to go to Lord Stark with a different proposal? Of course I would welcome your support for my cause but what if you did so as the founder of a new major house that ruled the bannermen formerly sworn to House Bolton? If the Warden of the North agrees, we could declare House Bolton extinct and you could choose a new name, a new sigil. If I were you, I would tear parts of the Dreadfort down. Remodel it so to speak, so that it looks a bit more uh inviting shall we say? And while you are at it, why not give it another name. Newfort, or something to do with the new name of your House or the sigil you pick."
"I can do that?" Domeric Bolton looked at Jon, his expression betraying his confusion.
"I'm sure we can find a way should that be your wish. But first you should get reinstated as a major bannerman by your Liege Lord and be allowed to keep your castle. For what it is worth, you have my support with that."
"That is worth a lot, my Prince. Robb Stark told me House Stark swore fealty to you."
"But I do not interfere in internal matters of the North, unless the safety of the people or justice demands it." Jon cautioned.
"Nevertheless, your recommendation will carry weight. Thank you, Jon. And if I can be of assistance to your cause, please ask and if it is in my power, I will be glad to step up."
"Let's wait for House Stark to seal the fate of your house. And if you are serious in supporting me, what would be most effective is to send logistical support to the Wall. We will need to transport dragonglass weapons from Eastwatch to Castle Black and to the Free Folk settlement. So if you could lend horses, wagons, perhaps bows, arrows, I don't know for sure. In four days I will leave for the Wall and I will know more specifics. Perhaps I'll know even sooner if a raven arrives with the necessary information."
"I could send most of my father's houseguard, the ones that are currently imprisoned at the Dreadfort to the Wall to help there until the situation is resolved. I would ask for your promise that they will not be forced to say the Night's Watch vows though and will be allowed to return to me afterwards." Domeric offered.
"The fate of these men is for Robb Stark to decide." A pause. Jon swallowed. "Perhaps I might use this opportunity to express my condolences with the loss of your father. No matter what he did, no man deserves to die that way. I am sorry the funeral was kept short."
"It was for the best." Domeric answered then straightened himself as if forcing himself back to the conversation at hand. "I beg you to at least ask for the release of the male servants that are being kept confined as well. I am willing to accompany you to Eastwatch and help you fight the dead. That is, if I am allowed to leave Winterfell." He added hastily
"I'll be certain to do that. However, about you joining me on my travel to Eastwatch, you couldn't. You might arrive only after I had left once more."
At Domeric's questioning look, Jon offered a small smile. "I am flying there. It'll take me half a day at the most to reach Eastwatch."
"Oh, of course. A better means of transport than horses."
"Faster." Jon smile dimmed. He did not correct Domeric Bolton but he felt insulted in Rhaegal's stead to be referred to as means of transport and compared to a horse.
"Is that all?" He asked a bit cooler than before.
Domeric Bolton looked surprised by the change in tone but stood immediately. "Yes, my Prince. I will leave you now."
Jon already regretting his lack of self-restraint stood as well. "Let's go the Great Hall together. I am sure luncheon will be ready by now."
He saw the man relax before his eyes and side by side they walked into the hallway. Lady Brienne's had given over guard duty to Loras, since it was the Tyrell who fell into step with Domeric Bolton following Jon. Soon after, the three of them entered the Great Hall to find that most everyone had already gathered there to partake of luncheon.
***
By the end of his sennight at Winterfell everyone was aware of his kinship with House Stark and his status as a Targaryen Prince and heir to the throne. After word had spread about his role in the rescue at the Stony Shore but more importantly the rescue of their own Lord Robb at the Dreadfort, Jon could not make four steps without someone bowing to him or vowing him their allegiance. Aside from a small skirmish between a few servants and some guards that Robb Stark had put down with authority, everybody accepted him as an ally of the North and treated him with respect.
His morning trainings had drawn an ever growing audience until once more Robb Stark had stepped in and had limited the number of attendees installing a kind of rotating system so everyone got his chance to see the Prince spar. By the time Jon was set to leave for the Wall, he had become their hero and was proclaimed the best swordsman that had ever lived. Jon was glad Robb took it all in stride and told him jokingly to enjoy it while it lasted since the competition was incapacitated for the time being.
They had grown closer again. Edric, Loras and Jon ended every evening in Robb's bedroom playing silly games or engaging in some other form of entertainment. They sometimes spent the entire evening dreaming up crazy plans for the future. When Robb started to speculate on betrothals however, Jon silently signalled him not to dwell on the subject his eyes resting significantly on Edric. That topic had been the only discord between him and Robb during his stay here. In the end, Robb had admitted Jon was probably right but had added his cousin had better see things set to rights as soon as he was King. His tone had been slightly teasing but Jon had caught his meaning.
Jon, Loras and Edric always left Robb's room after the young man had fallen asleep. Robb usually woke once or twice every night. Uncle Benjen, Loras and Edric were alternating nights and would be alerted by a servant so they could keep Robb company until his fears subsided and he fell asleep once more. This resulted in Robb looking rested and healthy except for his broken hand and bandaged arm. Jon knew from the reports of his uncle though, that appearances were deceiving and Robb was not all right, not by a long shot. Aside from his frequent nightmares, he still got frightened by unexpected movement or noises. It would take some time still for the trauma he had suffered to subside.
Jon himself was back to full strength. His sparring sessions became longer. Arya sometimes complained it took forever before he was ready to take her on. The young girl trained seriously though and Jon saw the potential. When Lady Brienne left Winterfell with him she would be derived of her teacher. He needed to find a capable trainer willing to adjust his lessons to her physique. Perhaps Prince Oberyn would know of someone suitable? The gracious fighting style of the Dornish Prince would suit Arya well. He made a mental note to mention the topic in his next letter to the Dornish Prince.
Welcome news came from Blacktyde. Yara Greyjoy confirmed the day of their joint attack. Jon's itinerary was set for the coming sennight and a half. He made the necessary preparations, took his leave of all his cousins, promised Rickon he would bring a dragonglass sword for him next time he visited and went with Lady Brienne to the woods where Rhaegal and Viserion waited for him. Before taking off, he asked her to show Arya some drills she could perform on her own once Lady Brienne left the Stark's service.
He also warned her to look out for a message from him. Depending on the situation he would find at the Wall, she, Loras and Edric were either to travel to Eastwatch or to depart for White Harbour and sail to Dragonstone. When she complained he would be without a Kingsguard, he explained that even Ser Arthur had needed to reconcile himself with the situation and the knight had guarded Jon faithfully every day since he had been born until he celebrated his seventeenth nameday. If Ser Arthur could adjust to the new circumstances, surely the Lady Brienne could as well. Lady Brienne's jaw had shifted but she had pursed her lips and kept silent.
***
The dragons were glad to leave the woods surrounding Winterfell. They had adhered to his request to make themselves scarce even though they had been bored as hell. Ghost had been given the choice to stay with his siblings or to hurry to Eastwatch and stay there until the conflict with the dead was resolved. His direwolf had given Jon a long look and had taken off for Eastwatch two days before Jon left.
He looked forward to seeing Gendry again. Arya had ordered him to give the blacksmith many greetings. And would Jon also ask Gendry if he would please, please make a dragonglass dagger for her? Jon had promised to give him the message. He had something different in mind though. He would bring back a long spear for her.
The idea had come to him when he had compared her fighting style with Prince Oberyn's. Arya would probably always stay somewhat shorter than other females and a spear could give her a wider reach. His letter to Prince Oberyn was already on its way. The Prince would receive several letters from him when he arrived at King's Landing. He trusted Varys to see to it that they would all reach the Prince safely with the seals intact.
Rhaegal flew faster than ever. Viserion at times struggled to keep up. It seemed the dragon was glad to have his human back and the rest of the flight, Jon concentrated on merging his mind with his dragon and enjoyed his company.
Soon enough Eastwatch was visible on the horizon. He turned his thoughts to the ones he would see there. Jon had felt somewhat guilty for having left Gendry behind with only Stokeworth and Rykker for company all this time. Perhaps Sandor had visited? Still he would have a lot to tell him. A message could only relate a few facts of Robb's rescue. Jon knew Gendry would have lots of questions. Rhaegal mentally nudged him and Jon once more emptied his mind and let himself relax and enjoy the flight.
***
Gendry and several Night's Watch recruits welcomed him when he entered the courtyard. Gendry enveloped him in a bear hug with his strong arms. He had clearly been missed by his friend. Stokeworth and Rykker greeted him a bit more reserved aware of their station as guards temporarily assigned to him. It was obvious though that they were relieved and happy that their Prince was back and seemed healthy and well.
Jon scanned the men in attendance. There was not a single hostile face to be seen. He and his dragons were a welcome sight now at the Wall. Everybody had heard the tales from his rescues at the Stony Shore, of his uncle ambushed by dead wights and how he was instrumental in providing them with the necessary tools and support to fight the scary enemy that would soon be coming for all of them.
When Jon got asked for the fifth time whether it was true that he had killed a White Walker with a Valyrian steel sword and that hundreds of wights had just dropped dead for good, he started to think he should send these men of the Night's Watch to King's Landing to spread rumours in his favour to increase his popularity there. At least here they understood the importance of what he was doing and how useful his dragons were.
As soon as Jon had been introduced to the leading men at Eastwatch and a meeting time had been agreed upon, Gendry led Jon to a large wooden shed.
"It is best you see for yourself." Gendry beamed proudly when after opening the door, Jon almost missed a step and his mouth fell open.
"Wow. Gendry, this is amazing. You did all this in just a few sennights?" Crates with arrowheads, spearheads, axe heads, larger crates with daggers and short swords all made with volcanic glass were stashed against the walls in an orderly fashion. Because they ran out of space, more crates were crammed under the large tables where tools and unfinished products were strewn about.
"How much of the material did you use already?" Jon asked him when he found his speech again. Jon had stopped before a crate filled to the brim with spearheads and took out a fistful to examine them at close range.
"Almost the entire shipload. But Jon, didn't you know? A few days ago another ship arrived." Gendry beamed from ear to ear. "As far as I can tell, we will have more dragonglass than we will ever need. I took the liberty to send a few wagons of the raw material to Castle Black with instructions on how to work it. I am sure Donal Noye will be able to make excellent weapons if someone is willing to read the instructions out loud to him."
"Good thinking! Now I will not need to ferry heavy bags to Castle Black. We will only need to get some of them to the Free Folk.
"I already sent word to Sandor about our progress a few days ago and asked whether it was not possible that the Free Folk could come and get some themselves. Perhaps if you ask them, they will come running?"
Jon briefly looked up at Gendry before resuming his inspection of the pieces of dragonglass he had on display in the outstretched palm of his left hand.
"I'll do you one better, Gendry. I am going to fly over there myself in a day or two with a few samples and ask them in person to send a convoy to collect some more. I will convince the garrison commander here to provision the encampment of the Free Folk at Hardhome. We better leave it to Cotter Pyke to determine how to distribute the dragonglass we assign to the Night's Watch amongst the manned castles.
Jon walked among the crates, lifting up several items, testing the balance of a sword, the sharpness of the arrow points and examined their symmetric shapes.
"Gendry this is absolutely beyond imagination. How the hells have you managed all this in such a short time?"
"Come and see us at work tomorrow morning. We start bright and early. Witness with your own eyes how I have a kind of cooperation going on." He said smugly. "The Umbers sent a blacksmith to help the one already here. So, there are two blacksmiths and myself. The three of us supervise an entire regiment of apprentices. The three of us see to the melting and mixing of the material at just the right temperature and also start the cooling process. The apprentices get to work with the cooled down shapes of the smaller items. Each of them has been taught to make one specific item. We take turns supervising them and correct them if necessary. When we've melted enough for the day, the two exempt from supervising duty make the more delicate pieces. The bigger the object, the more difficult to make it well-balanced and strong enough."
"I'll be certain to come and admire you all at work." Jon had returned the items to their respective crates and now stood right before a crate with daggers and was picking some, inspecting them closely up one by one.
"Have you heard from Sandor at all?" He asked absently checking the smooth handle of a dagger.
"Just a short scroll. Sandor is a strange choice for an ambassador, Jon." Gendry shook his head in wonderment. "I can't for the life of me see Clegane travelling between the Free Folk and the Wall, representing your interest and keeping you informed."
"Well, he'll make do. I'll visit him and try to point out that a few more words in a message are not necessarily a bad thing." Jon laughed not concerned at all. "When will you finish up here today? I have much I want to tell you."
Jon had finally taken his eyes of the dragonglass weapons though he still held a dagger and a short sword in his hands. He deliberately kept his face and tone neutral when he remarked, "Arya ordered me to give you her greetings and to ask you if you please, please would make a dragonglass dagger for her."
Jon smiled when he saw Gendry's face lighten up.
"She still remembers me? Wait, Arya said please?" Gendry grinned at Jon.
"How could she forget you? She carries that sword around and treats it as if it is her most prized possession. She tells all who want to hear that my friend is the best blacksmith in the entire realm." Jon mimicked Arya's tone and both men laughed out loud.
"Believe me or not," Jon continued when they had stopped laughing, "She said puh-leeze at least two times in the sentence where she bossed me around to ask you for a dagger. But don't start getting ideas. She said please to me as many times during a conversation about Princes and dragons." Jon's eyes twinkled.
"Of course she can have a dagger. I will make one for her with an imprint of a direwolf." Gendry was quick to give in.
"I promised Rickon a small sword and I should bring something for Robb and Sansa too." Jon looked apologetically at Gendry. "They can be ordinary ones from the crates. I do not want to keep you from your duty any more than necessary."
Gendry huffed playfully, pretending to be offended. "Ordinary ones?! My Lord Prince is not easily satisfied. These are all excellent pieces, tested for strength and checked for balance and designed by yours truly, I'll have you know. I challenge you to find a bad one."
"All right, all right. I give in. I apologize for belittling your work, my most excellent Lord Blacksmith." Jon bowed mock-showing his respect, his eyes twinkling.
"Well, I grant you, none of them have a sigil on them. But I promise to make one for Arya." He looked at Jon. "One dagger is enough?"
"One dagger is what she asked for. I had another thought." Jon told him his idea of the longspear he wanted to gift her and explained his motivations.
"I could make one with spearheads on both sides?" Gendry suggested eagerly. "That would be even more effective. Sam sent me a drawing of such a weapon." Gendry went to a corner where a crate stood that had a lid on it. He lifted it and searched for the right scroll. "Here, see for yourself."
Jon took the scroll and rolled it out. It was a drawing of two short spears that could be combined to one long spear if you screwed the two handles together so they formed a double handle in the middle of the spear's length.
"This would do even better." He studied the design a little closer. "I can imagine it is even more effective than what I had in mind. Perhaps we should teach the women here to fight with this. I could show them some basic moves I learned from."
"A Dornish Prince," Gendry interrupted him his tone once more serious. "I remember that night all too well, Jon."
Jon thought back to their sea voyage and how Gendry had needed to come to terms with the fact that he travelled not only in the company of noble Lords but in the presence of a Prince as well.
"Do you regret making friends with me?" Jon asked him keeping his tone light not willing to let on that Gendry's change of mood affected him.
"Of course not. I was just reminded about the others, you know. It has been some time since I've seen Sam, Edric and Robb. It has been somewhat lonely here. Stokeworth and Rykker are okay but they are not uh, not the same age?" Gendry stammered that last sentence.
"Age has little to do with it, Gendry. I told you before, we share a bond. We made a pact and that is not something to take lightly. It might seem the most normal thing to you because you have not met many men and we all instantly formed an easy friendship, but it is not all that common. I am certain that in the course of your life you will meet lots of people your own age and not get along with them or just stay indifferent acquaintances. We have been lucky to find each other when we did."
Jon put his hand on Gendry's shoulder. "You were not forgotten. We all missed you as well. Edric and Robb expressed the desire to see you soon. They are planning a reunion once we are not threatened by an army of mystical creatures. You should have heard all the hair brained schemes they have come up with for future meetings."
"You saw them all? I thought you were headed for Dragonstone when last I saw you." Gendry frowned.
"I was. I spent almost three sennights there but then something happened." Jon sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. He looked around but decided against elaborating here.
"Perhaps we can talk some more tonight before retiring? Do you have your own sleeping quarters or do you share?"
"I share with Rykker and Stokeworth but perhaps you will be given a room of your own? I could join you there?" Gendry asked tentatively.
"I would like that. I'll go find the garrison commander and ask to be assigned a room for a couple of nights with two cots. See you soon, Gendry.
Jon walked outside and was flanked immediately by Stokeworth and Rykker.
"How did you find Dragonstone, my Prince?" They asked falling into step next to him.
"I was pleasantly surprised by it." Jon replied easily. "The castle is unlike any other I have ever seen. The cliffs are true beauties of nature. I was glad to see Ser Gerold and Ser Oswell again and of course, the Princess Daenerys lives there as well now. She arrived the day after I did."
"I would give anything to see the South again." Stokeworth remarked.
"Who knows," Jon answered absently. "Once I am King, anything can happen. After all, you committed no crime. A royal pardon is all you would need to be freed from your vows.
He stopped and looked behind him. Both men stood rooted to the spot, their eyes suspiciously moist. Jon mentally chastised himself. How could he speak so matter of fact about this? How could he forget that these loyal men had spent more than eighteen years in exile, their only crime being that they had been loyal to House Targaryen?
He cleared his throat. "Well, that is the future. We still have to deal with the threat here and now. Better make sure we all survive so you can be recompensed later."
Rykker nodded. Both men were at loss for words. They started walking again, the subject dropped, but Jon saw a spark of energy in both men that hadn't been there before. He vowed to do everything possible to see that all the men stuck at the Wall for mere political reasons would one day be reunited with their homeland and their kin.
***
That evening, Jon and Gendry didn't attend the men in the common room where the recruits spent most evenings relaxing together. Jon had been given a room with two modest cots and it was decided that Gendry would spend the night in his room the few nights he was here.
While they ate, Jon described Dragonstone to him, told him about his stay there and mentioned his reception at the Driftmark. When they cleared their plates and put them in the hallway for a steward to pick them up without needing to disturb them, they sat on the beds and more delicate subjects were discussed. Jon told him he considered marrying Princess Daenerys. Getting very embarrassed when he confessed he had fallen head over heels in love with her. He asked Gendry to keep it to himself for now. Gendry touched by the trust Jon put him in of course promised to keep silent and wished Jon the best of luck.
A bit later the conversation got more serious. He told Gendry all about Robb's ordeal and held nothing back. He thought it wise that Gendry should be prepared if ever he faced a moody Robb or witnessed him lose his temper over a small matter. The five of them had made a pact to help each other no matter what. Gendry had need of this information to help Robb if it ever became necessary.
"And what will happen to Theon the cockless Kraken?" Gendry asked. He had never met the Ironborn but all the stories he had heard had not endeared him to the man.
"For now he is living in the old Tower and is only allowed to go outside to catch some fresh air for a short period once a day under armed escort. His fate will depend on future relations with his sister Yara Greyjoy who is our ally. I already told you that when I leave the Wall, I will be travelling to Pyke to help her regain her ancestral seat."
"Does that mean he might be returned to his sister and will not face punishment?"
"Gendry, he has been punished severely already. I mentioned that he was tortured by Ramsay Snow. Perhaps I should have added that he has been broken not only physically but mentally as well. He has not admitted to being Theon Greyjoy once. He calls himself Reek. Speaks only in the third person about himself and cowers all the time. He never looks you in the eye and shrinks at the tiniest movement or sound. Perhaps his sister will be the only one who can get him to realise he is Theon Greyjoy instead of Reek, a pet of Ramsay Snow, to be used and abused at his masters behest. He acts like a dog, eating and drinking from a bowl on the ground using only his mouth. I have never seen anything like it. It is a horrifying sight."
"And here I thought you felt sorry just because he is a man without a cock for the rest of his life."
"That also, Gendry. But for now that is not his biggest issue. I hardly think he realises he is missing that part in his current state."
"I wonder how he passes his water." Gendry halted when he saw Jon's strange look. "I am sorry. My mouth often runs away with my thoughts. Forget I mentioned it."
"If we decide to let Theon Greyjoy return to his sister, he will be formally exiled from Westeros. Forbidden to set foot anywhere except on Pyke. If he is captured somewhere else, he will be beheaded without a trial or chance for appeal and his sister will face repercussions still to be determined. He betrayed House Stark. Everything will depend on how Yara Greyjoy will react to her brother's betrayal. If she does not want anything to do with him any longer, Theon Greyjoy will be kept at Winterfell until he is sound of mind enough to choose between a chance to redeem himself at the Wall or the death sentence."
"That I can understand at least." Gendry nodded his head in approval.
"You haven't seen him, Gendry. That makes all the difference. I was all for taking his head for betraying Robb until I saw him and realised what Snow did to him. The time I spent watching him behave like a dog on the road between the Dreadfort and Winterfell changed my mind. Before that, I would never have even contemplated exiling him and letting him live even if it was as a virtual prisoner in his ancestral home with his kin."
"That does make me feel better." Gendry replied. "I was starting to think I was being unreasonable but couldn't deny feeling he needed a harsh and lasting punishment.
"Let's not spend the time we have together talking about Theon Greyjoy." Jon proposed.
"Well, I hesitate to ask, but what will happen to Domeric Bolton? He was a big help in freeing Robb. Without him, perhaps they could have used Robb against you and you would have been forced to negotiate with these vile Boltons."
Jon debated what to tell him. He opted not to reveal Robb's drastic words and the trouble he and Uncle Benjen had gone through to persuade him that the young Lord had played no part in his ordeal. Robb had questioned how instrumental Domeric Bolton could really have been in his rescue when Jon had flown in with two big dragons to save the day. Robb had even accused the Bolton heir of having been in league with Ramsay Snow and his pretending to help had only been a part of one of Ramsay's sick schemes. Jon decided to keep his answer to Gendry brief for now.
"I was able to persuade Robb and my uncle to grant him a trial period to prove himself and those who follow him to be loyal to House Stark and my cause. I asked him to send support to the Wall as a first gesture. We advised him to contemplate changing his sigil but to wait for that until the political situation is more stable."
"A prudent way to say you intend to shove my father from the throne." Gendry remarked.
"I'm sorry, Gendry." Jon was taken aback by Gendry's statement. But once more he had read Gendry wrong. His friend shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't be. I told you a hundred times already, I do not consider that man my father. Hells, I have known Davos Seaworth for no more than six moons and he already is more of a father to me than that Baratheon King will ever be."
"As long as you are willing to share him with me, cousin." Jon smiled. "I have need of him also. I greatly miss him."
"Jon, you cannot claim them all. You have your uncle Benjen. I saw you two together remember? If ever you needed to choose a father..." His voice trailed off.
"You have me there, Gendry. But that doesn't mean I can't vie for the attention of Davos as well. I am sure his heart is big enough to embrace the both of us. I am willing to share him, since you ask so nicely."
"I envy you, Jon. You can fly anywhere anytime and see everyone, however far they are. I can only dream about all the places you have visited this last moon alone."
Jon left his cot and sat next to Gendry. "You will visit Dragonstone and the Driftmark. It will only take you a bit longer to get there but you'll see it eventually. At least I hope you will be coming South with me once we have concluded our business here."
Gendry looked at him and seemed a bit hesitant. "I had set my sight on seeing Winterfell before going south." He confessed his voice no more than a whisper.
"Winterfell is south of here. You could stop there and set sail from White Harbour." Jon encouraged him.
"And bring the presents myself?" Gendry asked a hopeful expression on his face now.
"That spares me a trip." Jon amended his future plans in his head. He yawned.
"Perhaps we should call it a night? I have to get up early tomorrow morning." Gendry offered seeing Jon was tired.
"Yeah, we should since I'll be coming with you. Perhaps you can put me to work?" Jon stood up stretched his arms above his head and bent himself in several directions.
"I am getting stiff from too little movement it seems. Perhaps you need someone to do some heavy lifting?" Jon sat back down on his own cot.
"That won't be a problem. You will be sorry you asked." Gendry warned him.
"Well do your worst." Jon remarked drily. "You have until noon. After luncheon I have a meeting scheduled with the garrison commander and then I intend to visit my ships that are stationed here. See how the crew is holding up."
"Night, Jon," was the only reply Gendry gave him as his friend blew out the candle.
"Night, Gendry." Both young men fell asleep soon after.
***
Jon had been counting and reorganising the different weapons in the armoury as he called the large barrack and was only halfway through his inventory when Stokeworth came running up stating a message had arrived from the capital. He held it out so Jon could take it. It bore the Stark direwolf and was marked personal for the eyes of the Prince only.
Jon immediately opened it and blanched as he read it. He couldn't believe what it said. Lord Beric Dondarrion burned alive. Edric Storm, a half-brother of Gendry he realised, also burned alive. Several smallfolk and even small children burned alive. All by Stannis Baratheon, Gendry's uncle by blood. You didn't need to have the Targaryen madness to burn people alive. A religious fanatic could do it as well it seemed.
Prince Stannis even refused to obey his brother, his King. They suspected that he was amassing a force around him since he had recalled several bannermen from the capital back to the Stormlands. Varys and Lord Stark were worried what would happen if the King learned of it. Hells, Jon was more worried how Prince Stannis would react when Jon claimed the throne. Stannis was a wildcard and a dangerous opponent. One whose moves could not be predicted in the least.
The only silver lining was that the red priest Thoros of Myr had been able to save all Varys' young birds and the Princess Shireen. What parent would consent to have his daughter burned? Perhaps he should conquer the Stormlands by fire and blood and be done with it. Jon took a deep breath. He needed to calm down before making terrible decisions.
He sealed the scroll and put it in his pocket. When he looked up he noticed several eyes were staring at him.
"Jon, what is it? You look awful." Gendry walked over to him. "At least sit down. I'll pour you a glass of water."
"Gendry, sit down with me for a second will you. This news might affect you as well."
"Shall we leave you, my Prince?" Stokeworth asked. He had brought the scroll and Rykker was present in the workshop as well since he was the one guarding Jon that morning.
"No, you might as well hear this. It concerns Stannis Baratheon." Jon gave them a brief overview of the situation in the Stormlands and tried to soften the blow somewhat for Gendry.
His friend however repeated once more not to have any affinity with the family who never acknowledged him anyway and now he was even gladder they hadn't. "I could have been burned alongside this Edric Storm. I do not feel a kinship with the Baratheon brothers, I call dibs on Davos." Gendry tried to lighten Jon's worries by adding that last statement.
"Share, Gendry, share." Jon said relieved Gendry took the news so well. "Lord Varys and my Uncle, Eddard Stark are trying to find other possible bastards of the King and will do everything in their power to guarantee their safety. I am glad you are so far from the Stormlands for now and that neither the King nor his brother is aware of your existence.
Stokeworth and Rykker needed to be given some explanation. They hadn't known anything about Robert Baratheon siring Gendry.
"Don't tell the others." Gendry ordered. "I do not want to have it known that I am the bastard son and nephew of such cruel, vile men. The Seven Pointed Star has it all wrong. The vile blood is not in the children, it is in the father's committing the sin."
"No words could be truer," Jon affirmed. "That is one of the reforms I intend to instigate. Fathers who sire bastards will be fined and blamed. The children will reap the benefits from the fine and will be given a loving foster home. They will be allowed to choose which name they bear, that of their father or of their mother. No more bastard names." He paused. "Or perhaps I should instate bastard names for the fathers who refuse to pay for the upkeep of the child."
"That won't make you popular, my Prince. Better wait until your Kingdoms are at peace before issuing such radical changes." Rykker remarked then blushed when he realised he had meddled in his Prince's affairs.
"So my advisers told me already. I will not decide this while angry and if anything is instigated it will be in phases. Not everything at once. I'd start with the father being forced to provide for the upkeep of his bastard. But those are matters for the future. I intend to deal with the situation here first. Stokeworth, can you ask the garrison commander where we are to meet this afternoon? I intend to take stock of the situation here and learn what he knows about the collaboration with the encampment at Hardhome."
"I'll see to it, my Prince."
***
Later that afternoon there was a commotion at the gates. The guards were gathering their weapons ready to defend their position when the dragons came flying overhead and intimidated them to keep their distance from the gate. Jon came running out of the building.
"Stand down everyone, I'll open the gates."
"But, but there is a giant direwolf at the other side, ready to attack us." One guard stammered.
"It will not attack anyone. Ghost has come because I asked him to. He is my direwolf. I have one, just as all the Stark siblings have one. Surely you must have heard about them?" Jon explained while he approached the gate. He had felt Rhaegal's protectiveness and when he had connected with his dragon he had instantly known that Ghost was at the gates.
The men all retreated when he pushed the large gate to open just wide enough for the direwolf to enter. Ghost immediately jumped Jon and gave him his normal enthusiastic rather wet greeting.
The dragons screeched one more time and returned to their spot on the beach where they usually settled down when it was time to rest.
It took some time but eventually the men were convinced that the large white wolf with the red eyes posed no threat. The dragon Prince assured them that his wolf was one more asset in the fight against the dead. Life at Eastwatch resumed its normal pace once more.
That night, Jon abandoned Gendry and spent the night on the beach with his dragons and Ghost. Rhaegal and Viserion needed reassurance that their stay in the North was only temporary and the sooner the creepy enemy was defeated, the sooner they would head back to the green cliffs of Dragonstone to stay. Jon once more persuaded them that he too preferred to live on Dragonstone but that they had a duty to fulfil first.
***
Jon spent three days at Eastwatch. He was satisfied with all he had witnessed and learned. The garrison commander had a clear strategy and all tasks were assigned to a large force that would march to Hardhome as soon as they got the word that the enemy was certain to strike there. Dragonglass weapons were on their way and he was willing to work together with Sandor, the spokesperson of the Free Folk. If reinforcements from the Northern Houses arrived he would give them the long letter with instructions Jon had left behind.
Jon had met with most of the crew members of his ships. The sailors alternated nights on their vessels and here at Eastwatch. The garrison commander was a clever man. When he had been approached by a delegation and had been requested to provide some accommodations, he had given the sailors free use of some dilapidated barracks, stating they could use them if in return they put them in better shape.
The crewmembers had been happy to oblige. They did not mind having to work a bit for warm accommodations at night. They had been growing increasingly bored anyway. And even though the fleet had arrived with only the minimal crew necessary to navigate the ships, there were fifty ships present so plenty of hands available to have the barracks in a better state in no time. Jon warned the captains it would not be long now before they needed to move the fleet closer to Hardhome.
Before flying to the Free Folk settlement of Mance Rayder, Jon spent some time with Gendry and Ghost. When both were well used to each other, he gently broke the news that Ghost needed to stay with Gendry until Jon returned. Gendry was honoured, Ghost resigned. He accompanied Jon to the beach and looked forlorn when Jon took off.
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Interlude 28: More Ravens
To Hoster of House Tully, Lord Paramount of the Trident, Lord of Riverrun
Lord Tully,
I still await your response to the generous terms of my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters, will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now. I await your answer with impatience.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Jon Celtigar
We praise the Gods and I am ordered on your uncle's behalf to thank you for Robb Stark's timely rescue. Rumours have increased a hundredfold. Until now however King Robert remains oblivious. Prince Quentyn arrived home and was properly chastised. Both ships carrying resp. Prince Oberyn and your Hand are on schedule. In the Westerlands, the Lannisters have struck gold again. King Robert is furious at Prince Stannis for burning his bastard. He is still debating which measures to take. We are doing our utmost to keep him from outright declaring war on his brother. Princess Shireen will stay in the capital as his ward. We fear for the safety of her mother. Lady Olenna is still stalling. No betrothals to announce as yet. Your uncle and the King seem on very good terms. Preparations for the tournament are coming along. You were right about bet. The horse in question still belongs to King Robert. Good call!
Look forward to meeting you on Dragonstone once more as soon as I receive word of your safe arrival.
Varys, Master of Whisperers of the Seven Kingdoms but only loyal to the true King
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To Walder of House Frey, Lord of the Crossing
Lord Frey,
King Robert of House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, is willing to consider your offer. I formally ask you to send several eligible maidens to King's Landing in three moons time. The King will choose two amongst them to get better acquainted with. If no betrothal ensues, both maidens will be given a noble husband and the King will attend their wedding feasts as the most prominent guest of honour. We expect the annulment to be final in a little over two moons. Your kin should not arrive too long before that date. I will keep you informed. Please send all correspondence in this regard to me and not to the Hand of the King.
Varys,
Member of the Small Council and Master of Whisperers of King Robert I Baratheon
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To Jon Celtigar
My Prince,
Thanks for your swift message. We were all much relieved. I took duly note of the changes in your Kingsguard. We will have to discuss particulars next I see you. We are all sorry to see Clegane go. Our preparations here are ongoing. The men are training hard and every able male or female on Dragonstone is contributing to your cause in some fashion. The Princess told me she has kept you briefed on the armour, banners and sails production. I can report another hundred Targaryen loyalists have arrived in King's Landing. A strange report reached our ears. Some Lords of the Stormlands are being called home from the capital. Those loyal to us are stalling their departure and ask us for advice. House Dayne sent word that approximately two hundred men who live near Starfall are travelling to the capital as we speak. They do so under the pretext of attending the tournament. Varys reports ships carrying your Hand and company are on schedule. We are counting the days until your return. Take care on the Iron Islands and stay safe my Prince. Everyone here sends their regards.
Ser Gerold, Lord Commander of the True King's Kingsguard.
P.S. Sam asked me to write to you that the sapling has taken root and is producing new leaves.
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To Prince Doran Nymeros of House Martell, Prince of Dorne, Lord of Sunspear
Prince Doran,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Jon Celtigar (destination to Castle Black)
Have urgent, important information to discuss with you personally. Can you come visit my humble abode soon? Please answer on receipt. I sent similar messages to Winterfell and Eastwatch.
Your foster-father,
Howland Reed, Lord of Greywater Watch
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Messages forwarded from the Citadel to Samwell Tarly residing on Dragonstone
Lord Tarly, please find enclosed a message from your Lord Father.
Archmaester Ebrose
To Samwell Tarly, apprentice at the Citadel
Son,
I have not heard from you in a while. I am most displeased with you. You could have said your Night's Watch vows before deciding to start your studies. I did not enjoy receiving an unexpected message from the Warden of the North. Your brother would never put me in such a predicament.
Since you have sailed the Narrow Sea and have apparently visited the North, I order you to write me this instant what you know is behind the rumours of dragons existing once more. Do not disappoint me again son. You are not beyond my reach. I can still decide to enforce the other punishment we discussed.
Lord Randyll of House Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill
General of the armies of the Reach
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To Mace of House Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Mander, Defender of the Marches, High Marshal of the Reach, Warden of the South
Lord Tyrell,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Princess Daenerys of House Targaryen
Dany,
Thanks for your letter. It was a joy to read it. It seems you are doing a tremendous job. You will have heard by now that Robb is mostly okay and that I have reached Eastwatch, the Free Folk settlement and Castle Black safely. Things are proceeding according to plan. If all goes well, I plan on returning to Dragonstone a few days after Davos and Ser Arthur arrive. That way I no longer need to content myself with only seeing you in my dreams every night. I have taken a big step closer to our personal goal. Keep faith!
I keep this brief since I want to tell you the rest when I look into your beautiful eyes. I will not be long now. See you soon.
Aegon
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To Lady Olenna of House Tyrell
Grandmother,
I have left Winterfell and am currently travelling to Highgarden. I am taking the Kingsroad to the Riverlands and will board a ship at Seagard. Loras is staying in the North for now. You should receive a letter from him soon. I learned a lot of things in the North but nothing I can put into writing. I strongly urge you to consider betrothing Margaery to Lord Robb of House Stark. Things are afoot. House Stark is the safest choice you can make right now. Whatever you decide, do not give her away to House Baratheon. I will tell you more once I reach Highgarden. I wish you good health, Grandmother.
Your grandson,
Willas of House Tyrell, heir to Highgarden
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To Robert of House Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie, Defender of the Vale and Warden of the East
Lord Arryn,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Ser Arthur, the Sword of the Morning, Kingsguard to the true King
Brother,
Good tidings! We will see each other soon. Lord Stark arranged for permission for our house to visit King's Landing. I will of course stop at Dragonstone first. Eddard Stark pointed out that since Prince Rhaegar has been absolved of the kidnapping and rape, the rivalry between the royal court and the Targaryen loyalists has lost much of its meaning. House Dayne is no longer persona non grata in the capital. Eddard Stark did warn us not to betray you are alive and in Westeros yet.
Count the days my brother. A loyal messenger will deliver this message to your island. I won't be far behind. See you soon. Everyone here at Starfall sends his greetings.
Your loving sister,
Ashara of House Dayne
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To Tyrion of House Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the East
Lord Lannister,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Robb of House Stark, heir of Winterfell, temporary regent of the North
Son,
Thanks to the Gods and thanks to your cousin for bringing you home safely. I heard you were mostly all right. I wish you a swift recovery. I can allow you to involve Rodrik Cassel in business and household decisions directly connected to Winterfell. As for your duties of Warden of the North, I prefer you would write to me if you are unsure on how to proceed. I trust in you, son. Now you trust in yourself.
I had tea with Lady Margaery of House Tyrell. She impressed me. She is well-mannered, seems intelligent and looks healthy enough to give you many sons. Enclosed I send you a drawing. I ask you to send one of yourself in return. Negotiations are ongoing but things are progressing favourably. She seems worthy of you son. Hope to be in Winterfell in a few moons. Give my regards to your mother and siblings. I will write them soon,
Your father, Eddard of House Stark,
Hand of King Robert I Baratheon, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North
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To Eddard of House Stark, Hand of King Robert I Baratheon, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North
Lord Stark,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Olenna of House Tyrell
Grandmother,
I trust you are well. I will stay in the North for now. I am healthy and happy and have found a noble cause. One day you will be very proud of the choices I am making now. I have sworn my sword to Lord Celtigar. His name is not important. His cause is. For now, all I can tell you is that he is a very influential Lord who has Lord Stark's ear and can count on the friendship of many, many great houses. My alliance with him will go a long way to secure the position of our house for the next generations. Rest assured, despite appearances, I have the best interests of our house in mind. Soon all will be clear. Do not worry about me and keep well, Grandmother.
Your loyal grandson,
Loras of House Tyrell
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To Wyman of House Manderly, Lord of White Harbour, Warden of the White Knife, Shield of the Faith, Defender of the Dispossessed, Lord Marshal of the Mander
Lord Manderly,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters, will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Lord Varys, Master of Whisperers (seal marked for his eyes only)
Please find enclosed a sealed message for my uncle regarding a private family matter.
To Eddard of House Stark, Hand of King Robert I Baratheon, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North (seal marked for his eyes only)
Uncle,
Thank you so very much. I just learned the weirwood sapling has taken root and has started to grow new leaves. Soon I will have my own sacred sanctuary on Dragonstone. It means a lot to me, Uncle. I will mention you in my prayers each time I visit this first Targaryen Godswood.
I do not want any misunderstanding between us. The matter I am about to mention is yours to decide and yours alone. As a father, the head of House Stark and Warden of the North you can betroth Sansa to strengthen the position of your House. I only pray you do not betroth Lady Sansa for the sole motivation of advancing my cause. If that is your intent, please consult with me first. If any cousin of mine needs to further my cause, I want to at least share in the responsibility of the decision.
I am aware of the request my friend Edric of House Dayne sent to you. I can only vouch for his worth as a decent human being and a loyal friend who will rise to an influential position in the Seven Kingdoms in my service. I will take no further steps to influence your answer to Lord Dayne's request. I will only add that Lady Sansa is still young and you need not hurry this decision.
Your nephew,
Jon
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To Roose of House Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort,
Lord Bolton,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Eddard of House Stark, Hand of King Robert I Baratheon, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North (seal marked for his eyes only)
Lord Stark,
Can you give me a progress report? Myrcella is of an age to marry. When can I expect further assistance in this regard? Or should I ask the dragonrider (R&L's offspring) directly? Perhaps we can meet soon? Us Lannisters always pay our debts. Do you always keep your promises, Lord Hand?
Tyrion of House Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the East
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To Randyll of House Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill,
Lord Tarly,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Jon Celtigar
Heard attack went well. Rumour mill is working. I do not know whether you heard. The Golden Company conquered the Ironborn in less than half a day! Thanks. Have been approached anonymously for price offer to assist in fight against royal forces in Westeros. Have sent exorbitant offer and reckon nothing will come of it. Will try to find out who sent it. Suspect Euron Greyjoy but am not sure. Perhaps your spies can look into it at your end? Will keep you informed.
Strickland
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To Yohn of House Royce, Lord of Runestone,
Lord Royce,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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Lord Varys, Master of Whisperers, King's Landing
Enclosed scroll for Lord X (for his eyes only)
We shipped another batch as agreed: half to Dragonstone, half to Winterfell. Mining activities on the other end have intensified. Our position may be compromised soon. Chances are we will need to close shop. I will send a messenger with more details soon.
Stout
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To Leyton of House Hightower, Lord of the Port, Lord of the Hightower, Voice of Oldtown, Defender of the Citadel, Beacon of the South, /em>
Lord Hightower,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Gendry at Eastwatch
Jon told me you are doing well at Eastwatch. A seventeen nameday's young boy that is leading an entire workshop kitchen of apprentices, that must be a sight to see. I am sorry to hear the soup was not to your liking. If you cannot make the soup cooler then we are stuck for now. The only thing we learned is that one tenth of vegetables gives the weakest flavour. I'll keep doing research. I heard Edric and Loras might be coming your way soon. I miss you all. Keep well,
Samwell of House Tarly
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To Euron of House Greyjoy, Lord Reaper of Pyke
Lord Greyjoy,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Jon Celtigar,
No reinforcements spotted. No countermeasures for dragons either. Only minimal forces stationed on Pyke. My uncle is still rumoured to be sailing along the east coast. We will move our forces to Great Wyk the day before the attack. Three ships are disguised as ships belonging to the Golden Company fleet. They will lead the convoy. You will find us hiding in a bay ready to sail for Pyke. See you there the day after the full moon.
Yara of House Greyjoy, future ruler of the Iron Islands
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To Jon Celtigar (stamp marked for his eyes only)
Weapons arrived in good order. Rayder is grateful. All quiet here but dead cunts are headed for Eastwatch. Will be waiting for you there. Fucking hope you will come back soon. Forget the conquer all of Westeros plan for now. Fuck this code.
Sandor of the Free Folk
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To Jonos of House Bracken, Lord of Stone Hedge
Lord Bracken,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Prince Oberyn of House Martell
Brother,
My son has finally returned. Pirates released him upon his union to one of their whores. Of course this marriage is null and void. Dorne will have yet another Sand with Martell blood since the cursed woman is pregnant.
King Robert asked my daughter's attendance at court and considers her amongst many others as a candidate to become his new Queen. Your recent messages have made me uncertain. Can you be more specific as to why we should not try to worm ourselves back into power this way? The next King could be half Dornish. Your letters are always full of strong recommendations but without proper motivation. You recent reports have been more frustrating than ever before, brother. I expect a raven with concrete information as soon as you arrive in the capital. Don't delay.
Doran of House Martell,
Prince of Dorne, Lord of Sunspear.
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To Tytos of House Blackwood, Lord of Raventree Hall
Lord Blackwood,
I have not heard back from you about my betrothal proposal. In three moons time several of my daughters and granddaughters will be in the capital where plenty of suitors are gathering for the tournament. Even though I have plenty more maiden daughters and granddaughters to choose from, keep in mind that first come is first serve. The conditions of my offer remain unchanged for now.
Walder of House Frey
Lord of the Crossing
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To Ser Gerold, Lord Commander of an errant Prince.
I am about to leave the Free Folk settlement and head for Castle Black. Expect battle at Hardhome in moon and a half at the latest. I will return to Dragonstone to discuss tactics first. Sandor is adapting to his new life. I saw him stoke a fire and I even received a short hug. More to come.
Jon