45
Chapter Text
After finishing the meeting of the King's Council, some returned to their obligations, but those who received orders from the kings left the great hall and prepared to gird themselves for war and to say goodbye to their loved ones as many would not return.
The circumstances were laughable, he had planned to return to Annúminas to ask the king for a permanent position in the City under his direct command so that he could spend time with them and not end up like Tar-Aldarion and his wife Erendis did ... And now he would have to go south, away from them again ... Probably for long months.
If the situation were not dire enough by the possible theft of the Palantiri and an invasion by those sallow men, Jon would laugh at his bad luck, but his discipline and his sense of duty prevented him from complaining.
However, Jon still had two days before he must journey southwards, and he knew that he could conclude his business in the city and still have time to bid farewell to his lady loves as it would be many months before he saw them again it seems fate is rather cruel now he must march against the host of Mordor while those whom he loves to linger here in doubt of his safe return.
Jon was convinced that Arianne and Rhaenys would go with him. No matter how much he tried to persuade them to stay in Annúminas where they would both be safe, but little could dissuade them, through their veins flowed the blood of Nymeria the conqueror for whom countless sonnets and tales are written she was said to have cunning, skill, and wisdom and Rhaenys and Arianne were far more in likeness to her than any of their ancestors.
After that, Jon's thoughts drifted to Dany, Lalwen, Shiera and Ashara, Dany was fierce in her own way, no doubt, but at the same time, she was not a warrior like Arianne and Rhaenys... maybe I can convince her to stay, as, for Shiera and Ashara, Jon knew perfectly well that they would have no desire to march to war and would remain without much prodding or pleading, and his dear Írimë... She was just as fierce as a dragon and twice as haughty, but she was much wiser than Shiera and Ashara; Jon hoped that his beloved rose wouldn't follow him to battle as he would forgive himself should she come to harm, although she had set out in search of him when he fought the dragon, so Jon could not be entirely sure what Lalwen will do when he rides to war.
"Is something wrong, Jon?" Robar said when he saw his brother in arms, lost in his thoughts.
"Yes, brother, I'm afraid so ... I'll have to tell Arianne and the others that I'm going to war, and I'm afraid they will wish to accompany me," Jon said with fear in his voice, and Robar sighed.
"Yes, I already knew it would be something like this ... Your lovers are very bellicose women, Princess Arianne, and Princess Rhaenys will certainly come with us," said Robar.
"I'm afraid, Robar, I haven't the heart to see them upon the fields of war. I know they are mighty, but a shadow grips my heart as if we are walking into the lion's den," Jon said wearily as Loras and Robar each put a hand on Jon's shoulders.
"Well, in that case ... Let's put our affairs in order ... So you can spend time with them .. the more time you spend with them, the better", Loras said.
"Yes, we must share the king's council with the soldiers," Jon said wearily.
The rest of the day was laborious and demanding; the Westerosi trio had to inform the master of arms along with the knights of the palace who hurried to prepare themselves for the journey southwards to the bay of Belfalas where they shall meet the elves of Dor-en-Ernil before marching north to Isengard.
Upon hearing the news about a possible war, many soldiers, especially veterans, were dismayed at having to leave their homes, but the youngest, fresh-faced and stout of hearts, were filled with joy at the thought of slaying the foul men of the east and gaining renown beyond measure.
Jon, Loras and Robar watched the young and old with a mixture of pity and amusement, recalling their time as knights of Renly Baratheon's Royal Guard; it seemed like a life age since they had sworn to serve that foppish prick.
Memories of Catelyn Stark arriving at Renly's camp to negotiate an alliance between the Starks and Baratheons flooded their minds; they were young then, the Lady of Winterfell and Mathis Rowan regarded them as "Knights of Summer" content to bed whores and prance about in tourneys while a war consumed the Riverlands, and thousands met their end for the whims of petty lords so consumed by their greed they could not see beyond their own desires.
And so it was, although it hurt their pride to admit it, in those days they, like many young knights, had not yet seen the blood, nor had they ever killed a man... For them, the "War of the Five Kings" was no more than a simple game, a grand tourney; everyone was desperate for a chance for glory, honours, and loot. They were just drunken children, hungry to be filled with praise, to have songs dedicated to them and to become legends, and like all children, they believed themselves to be immortal.
All of that had changed after the three of them had helped break the siege of House Hasty's castle; it was there they witnessed the true horrors of war, the brutality of the melee, for the first time in their lives, in the midst of that blood and death ... They couldn't believe songs were made about such things.
As the battle raged and the screams of the dying filled their ears, Jon, Loras, and Robar truly wondered if they would last the night, if they would see their loved ones again ... But after surviving and seeing the hundreds of corpses that were left at the end of the battle, they felt sadness even pity for the dead as they were driven to madness whether by duty or loyalty they could not say, although they were filled with pride during the feast the words rang hollow; the three understood the brutality of war; each man slain was a father, husband, brother or son.
After six years of learning from the wise men among the Noldor and Westernesse, understanding the true history of their world, the Westerosi found the wars of their homeland utterly pointless countless generations rotting beneath the soil for the whims of petty kings and tyrants none could compare to the heroism and barbarity of the wars of Middle-Earth they had slain men and felt remorse but fighting the servants of Sauron was another matter entirely these were not men but monsters from the pages of fairy tales, alas the fairy tales seem all too real now, those beasts were born as instruments of their masters will black-hearted creatures who craved nothing save blood and death.
But these foes they will face now were not soulless monsters; they were men; you wonder what their name is, where they came from. And if they were truly evil at heart. What lies or threats led them on this long march from home. If they would not rather have stayed there in peace, Jon and his companions honestly wondered if these men of east served because of loyalty or fear though they would find out soon enough.
Judging by the laughter and shouts of excitement, the men of Arnor were eager to battle the Easterlings... Notwithstanding their ages, they were just children, children like the Westerosi Knights had once been... But no longer, they will never be children again .. Never.
Poor fools... Many will return, and those who do will never be the same... And I once had the same dreams of glory ... Jon thought compassionately and annoyed with himself as he remembered the days when he longed to lead men into battle and bask in adulation.
"They are children," Loras said, looking at the soldiers seriously.
"Yes, like we were once," Robar said, looking at them disapprovingly.
Jon just sighed.
"Let's continue with our duties... We have to rouse the garrison and men-at-arms," Jon said, hoping to spend time with his loves before he marches to war.
Their duties took most of the day, but in the end, it was worth it as the soldiers of Arnor were far more disciplined than the Westerosi armies and immediately prepared themselves for war.
"Well, now the most challenging task ... Jon thought.
He found Arya practising with some mannequins and was able to realize that his "little sister" had improved a great deal in these two years, although to Arya's annoyance, she still used wooden weapons as Glorfindel had no deemed it right to use steel. Hence, she had to leave Needle in her chambers. However, her time in the tiltyard had allowed Arya to blossom into a splendid warrior; and Jon hoped that Glorfindel would allow her to use real blades soon.
Also, as incredible as it seemed, Sansa was there with Arya, sitting at a small table weaving a lovely scarlet cloak, occasionally sipping from a chalice filled with iced wine.
His two cousins had blossomed into beautiful maidens, and he believed that soon the lords of Arnor would approach Jon hoping to secure a marriage to either Stark sister, although that was not something Jon was willing to do.
After the misery they had suffered in Westeros, Jon believed they had earned the right to decide whether they wanted to get married.
Not to mention that despite everything, they did not have the gift of long life ... The Númenóreans throughout their history thought that marrying a woman of a lesser and alien was scandalous. The races of men were short-lived according to the measure of the Dúnedain, and they feared that descendants of such a union would prove likewise, thus diminishing the majesty of the royalty of Westernesse as it happened with Tar-Aldarion and his wife, Erendis.
Sighing, Jon braced himself and approached his cousins, not eager to share the news of the coming battle... Hopefully, the farewell will not be as bitter as the last meeting they had at King's Landing before leaving with Loras and Renly.
"Is he already dead?" Jon asked with a smile, surprising Arya, who, upon seeing Jon for the first time in weeks, immediately dropped her wooden sword and ran to hug him.
"JON!" Arya yelled happily, hugging him tightly.
"Hello, little wolf," Jon said, stroking the little girl's head.
"You came back," Said the little wolf happily.
Jon was about to answer when he suddenly felt a second person hugging him and when he looked down, he was greeted by a mane of reddish-brown hair that smelled faintly of roses.
"Sansa…" Jon said, stroking his little sister's head.
"You're finally here, Jon," Sansa said with tears of joy in her eyes.
"Yes ... But I need to tell you something ..." Jon said, his toned laced with sadness, which caught the Stark sisters' attention.
"Is something wrong?" Sansa asked.
"Let me show you how much I have improved, Jon", Arya said without noticing her cousin's gloomy demeanour.
"in a moment, Arya.. Now I have to tell you something," Jon said, looking his cousins in the eyes, and they both understood that something was wrong.
"What's going on?" Arya asked.
Jon just hugged them again and stared into their eyes with a sad smile.
"I come to say goodbye, my dear sisters. I will be leaving in two days," Jon said before his surprised cousins.
"Go? .. Where to?" Arya asked nervously.
"To war" was Jon's reply, and as expected, his cousins' faces turned pale, remembering their time at King's Landing and Riverlands.
"To war? .. But ..." Sansa tried to speak, who still hadn't come out of the impression.
"Is that why everyone in the king's tower looks so grim?" Arya asked, noticing the dour mood that had taken hold in the past hour.
"Yes ... An army of Easterlings ... They are marching from the sea of Rhùn as we speak ... They come to lay siege of Isengard though there are far darker tidings as the Shadow of Mordor is stirring, the sons of King Elendil fear that their lands will be besieged should they send aid to Isengard ... Therefore Loras, Robar and I will lead the vanguard, "Jon said to his terrified cousins.
"But ... But ... That's very dangerous," Sansa said, fearing for Jon's safety.
"It is, but I must defend the lands of Arnor and her sister kingdom; I am a sworn knight to the House of Elendil," Jon said with melancholy, hoping to soothe Sansa fears.
"I can go with you .. Glorfindel has taught me a lot, and I can fight alongside you," Arya said frantically, tightening her embrace, thinking he may vanish if she let him go.
But Jon shook his head.
"Absolutely not, Arya ... This is war ... You are not ready for something like that, you will stay in Annúminas along with Sansa," Jon said, his tone laced with authority.
"But ... But ..." Arya tried to say, but it was useless as Jon's face didn't soften.
"Robb also went to war ... And he never came back ... Now you too will leave," Sansa said suddenly with her cheeks reddened with tears as she was terrified of losing Jon.
"Sansa ... I ... I don't wish to march to war... But it's my duty; I have no choice," Jon said, wanting to hug Sansa, but she moved away from his side and looked at him through tears with a mixture of anger, pain and claim.
"You proud Knights always say that they tell themselves to their families," that it is my duty "," for my honour ", that" I swore to obey "," I owe you loyalty ", and that they have no choice ... Joffrey the little cunt that he was ordered his guards to beat me, and those knights compelled by their honour carried out their orders with glee, but Sandor Clegane refused to do so ... And now you tell us that you are going to fight in a war, why is it? Your duty .. these foolish notions have robbed our family of so much already, "Sansa said, her voice cold and her eyes seem to blaze like fire.
"Sansa has blossomed into a fiery northern wolf ... Jon thought, impressed by his cousin, and at that moment, Jon hugged her tightly.
"I don't want anything bad to happen to you, Jon," Sansa said, reciprocating the hug.
"Sansa ... I'll be careful, Loras and Robar shall be by my side... You'll see that I'll be back with you soon," Jon said
"The Valar told us that here in Middle-earth, we would be safe and happy ... Why should you go?" Sansa asked, crying.
"Because we have been safe and happy thanks to the mercy of the Valar ... But it is time to return that compassion... But the Easterlings are servants of Sauron; he sent them to attack Isengard; we cannot let him claim the fortress nor the palantíri; that's why I must go I must defend those who cannot defend themselves, do you understand, Sansa? " Jon said, looking his cousin in the eye, and she nodded.
"Come you too, Arya," Jon said, extending his left arm to hug his little cousin for a group hug between the three of them.
"Take care, Jon," Arya said, shedding tears as well.
"I will, and now I want you to promise me something," said Jon looking at the two of them.
"What is it?" Jon asked.
"Until I return, promise me you will get along and take care of each other", Jon said with tears between his eyes as he smiled.
"We promise," Sansa said.
"Yes, it's a promise," Arya said with her head buried in Jon's chest.
"Good," Jon said, kissing the heads of both while the three shared that moment in a hug.
However, while the hug lasted, Sansa felt the heat of her cousin's body let herself be carried away by the moment and bringing her face closer to Jon's neck; she inhaled his intoxicating aroma, sweat, willow grass and honeysuckle... It was natural, unique... It was Jon, and Sansa was quickly falling under his spell.
"Come back, Jon, come back ... my love", muttered a tearful Sansa to herself.
After spending a good part of the afternoon with Sansa and Arya who showed him everything they had accomplished while Jon was guarding the border, Arya performing several skilful duelling techniques while Sansa showed him several dresses she had stitched Jon treasured every moment he spent with his cousins, and it filled him with joy to see their lives so complete, but he knew he had to say goodbye to his lady loves something he was dreading.
With that in mind, Jon went to each of their chambers as was surprised to find them empty; having a hunch and despite being exhausted, Jon went in the direction of his own chambers and heard hushed voices behind the closed door.
... After six years, this still surprises me ... Jon thought, amused.
Opening the door, Jon found Arianne, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Ashara, Shiera and Írimë; fortunately, they were all dressed.
"I don't think I have the vigour to please everyone ... Jon thought with some amusement.
"Hello beloved, we have been waiting for you," Arianne said, amused.
"I was with Sansa and Arya; I wished to bid them farewell," Jon said with some melancholy.
"We know, we saw you when you were practising with the little wolf," Rhaenys said, her tone laced with annoyance.
Hearing them, Jon sighed and decided to put the cards on the table.
"Arianne, Rhaenys.. You know what I'm going to ask you, please stay ... You do not have to march alongside me," Jon said, looking at his loved ones solemnly.
"We shall accompany you, Jon, and that is that," Daenerys said, staring at her love, which alarmed Jon when he realized that Daenerys had no intention of staying behind.
"You as well, Dany? ... Don't you know how dangerous it is?" Jon said, starting to despair.
"We know it, my white wolf, and our answer hasn't changed... We will go to war with you," Arianne said, her eyes ablaze with the passion of fury of her Rhoynar blood.
"We are not shy maidens, Jon; you should already know that", Rhaenys growled, annoyed at seeing the stubbornness of her younger brother.
Jon sighed, knowing that Arianne, Daenerys and Rhaenys would not be dissuaded ... each was a splendid warrior, but he still feared for their safety.
"The Valar take pity on me for my lovers have none," Jon said with a grim expression.
Ashara, Shiera, and Írimë watched Jon with some pity as they realized how difficult it must be to deal with the volatile personalities of those three dominating young Princesses.
"Poor Jon.. Having to put up with our mood swings and different personalities shouldn't be easy," Ashara said, looking at her dragon sympathetically.
"He wanted a harem ... He cannot despair now", Shiera said with a mischievous smile.
Írimë only laughed softly when hearing her companions talk about their love in such an amusing fashion.
It was then that Írimë approached Jon and captured his lips in a passionate kiss showing all her love and passion for the young dragon.
"Nin Mel ... I think that although you are right to worry, the three of them have made their decision.. you must accept it," Írimë said, caressing Jon's curls without caring about the jealous looks of the others.
"Lalwen…" Said a nervous Jon as he saw his lady loves getting dangerously close to him and Lalwen.
"Írimë…" Rhaenys growled jealously as Finwë's daughter stared her greatest rival in the eye.
"I don't remember giving you permission to speak to me in that informal way ... Rhaenys Targaryen," Írimë said smugly, having the pleasure of seeing Rhaenys blush with anger.
Just as Rhaegar's daughter was about to smack the elf, all the Ladies widened their eyes in surprise.
"Aaaayyyy ... JON!" Írimë shouted when her lover pulled one of her cheeks as if she were a little girl.
But Jon ignored her and, in the same way, pulled the cheek of a smiling Rhaenys, causing her the same pain as the beautiful elf.
"But what's wrong with you? ... JON!" Rhaenys yelled, with annoyance as this was the first time her brother had treated her this way.
"My loves, we have discussed this; you do not need to quarrel over my affections ... We are soon to march to war, Rhaenys ... I have no wish to leave this city in misery and doubt, I want to leave with beautiful memories of each one of you ... I do not want our last memory in Annúminas to be quarrelling… Is that clear? .. Rhaenys? .. Lalwen? " Jon growled, annoyed at the fights between the two.
"I swear on my honour.. But by Nienna's mercy, let me go... It hurts," Írimë said, holding back tears.
"Aye, I swear upon my honour as well," Rhaenys said painfully.
Jon decided to release them both, but at the moment, Rhaenys tried to hit him, but Jon quickly stopped her blow and raised an eyebrow.
"I promised to stop my quarrel with Írimë.. that didn't involve you, love," Rhaenys said with a cheeky smile.
Jon just smiled and, forgetting everything as a passionate desire invaded his being, Jon assaulted Rhaenys mouth with devious need oblivious to those around him and then threw her on the bed Rhaenys was faring no better, her eyes hooded by lust and her lips swollen from their show of affection.
At this moment, Jon's mind was lost... He did not care if someone saw them, he just wanted to claim his beloved sister, and no one will stop him.
Seeing that, Jon forgot that everyone was watching them and quickly began to shed his clothes just like Rhaenys ...
As Jon and Rhaenys gave in to their carnal desires, all the Ladies present watched the entire incestuous event ...
However, neither of them said a word or made any attempt to leave the room; they just remained silent, watching Jon and Rhaenys make love in front of them.
And little by little, they felt the room becoming steadily warmer; soon, their faces were flushed and their small clothes slick with their arousal; Arianne and Shiera soon began to kiss each other, trying to calm their burning desire... Without any success.
Arianne was the first to be consumed by desire, and she took off her dress as fast as she could to the point where her huge bust jumped when she took off the last pin and quickly jumped onto the bed, joining Rhaenys and her beloved white wolf claiming his lips in a heated kiss.
Daenerys was the next to undress and join Jon, Arianne and Rhaenys in bed; the Dragon Princess began peppering Jon's neck with love bites, causing him to part from Arianne and claim his aunt's lips like a man starving.
Seeing the love and passion shared between Jon and his family, Ashara and Shiera decided to wait their turn with their dragon and began devouring each other as they had done so many times before, falling on the bed next to their dear dragon.
Meanwhile, Írimë just watched with curiosity, desire and envy for the whole torrid display... Her whole being screamed at her to claim what was hers to join her beloved in the throes of passion; once they both consumed the Carnal act, their union will be complete, and according to the law of the Eldar, nothing will ever separate them.
"What's stopping me? ... I don't find it unpleasant ... I want to get closer ... But I can't ..." Írimë thought with trepidation
With a reddened face, Írimë watched Jon make love to his queens until he spilt his seed inside each of them. Although her conscience screamed at him to leave and not participate in something so obscene, her curiosity and body betrayed her as she felt warmth pool in her core, staining her small clothes with sweet nectar, so Fingolfin's sister continued to watch her love claim his queens... First, Rhaenys, who howled in passion as her brother claimed her like a dragon lord of old then Arianne who was even more passionate, Daenerys was next riding Jon with wild abandon. When he finished with her, Jon was drenched in sweat, and the three Princesses were unable to move, but their expressions were ones of contentment, their thighs stained with their nectar and Jon's seed; it was at that moment when Shiera and Ashara finally claimed Jon like amorous lions, but unlike the three Princesses, these two maidens were far more bawdy and passionate as it appeared they had a great deal of skill pleasing other women.
Seeing this, Írimë completely blushed, put a hand to her mouth and with a morbid fascination, she observed every detail of the relationship between Jon, Ashara and Shiera as it was the first time she had seen two women pleasure each other in such a way.
... And I'll be with them very soon ... I'm sure ... Írimë thought with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
The beautiful Princess of the Noldor continued to watch the lovemaking until she invertedly began to caress her bosom, especially her nipples, which had peaked through the fabric of her dress when pressed Írimë moaned in shame and lust. It was more akin to a melody than a cry of passion, but Jon, Ashara, and Shiera were so immersed in their lovemaking that they didn't notice anything. Something that the Írimë was thankful for. Jon began to shower Ashara's breast with love bites before biting down on her left breast, causing Ashara to moan like a common whore pulling Jon closer and wrapping her legs around his waist. Jon continued fucking his love with vigour until he reached his peak; Jon threw his head back, howling in delight. Írimë was sure that he had spilt his seed in her when Jon withdrew from his Violet-eyed Lover causing some of his seed to spill onto the bed, Írimë bit her lips with desire as she saw Jon's manhood shining from having been inside Ashara.
That's when Shiera took the place of her lover. Soon Jon was fucking her with the same vigour he had shown with Ashara, and the beautiful mortal woman began to laugh with delight as Jon fucked her in front of Írimë, who was caressing her bosom and nipples but it did little to relive her, and the heat that came from her core was such that the daughter of Finwë and Indis soon began to caress her most intimate area with her fingers.
After what seemed like hours, Jon spilt his seed inside of Shiera, and the exhaustion claimed him as he rested his head on Shiera's ample bust, all the while his sea maiden stroked his ebony curls with affection.
"Did you ... Plan ... all of this, Shiera?" Jon asked about to fall asleep on his silver-haired lover, to which she let out a laugh full of fatigue.
"No, my love ... They did this ... Though I appreciate their effort," Shiera said, kissing Jon fiercely until they were interrupted by Ashara, who gave Jon one last kiss before falling asleep; after that, Shiera also fell asleep, and Jon who was about to fall asleep saw Írimë pleasuring himself.
That was when Írimë couldn't take it anymore and howled with pleasure; the beautiful elf maiden came utterly ruining her small clothes and staining her thighs with her juices.
After that, Írimë only let out a moan of contentment and smiled with satisfaction, seeing her lover watching her just when she reached her release, Írimë slowly approached Jon and kissed him with all the passion that she had.
"Sleep.. you earned it," Írimë said with amusement.
"I think you ... underestimate me," Jon said to finally fell asleep next to Shiera, something Írimë found amusing.
"My silly and lustful Jon", Said a smiling Írimë to kiss him again, then the beautiful elf lady arranged her dress as well as possible, it was at that moment that the elf maiden observed her reflection in the only mirror in the room.
Her skin was completely flushed, and her hair was in a mess, her dress was drenched in sweat, and Írimë could feel the traces of her ecstasy running down her legs.
... By the Valar ... What happened to me? ... I ... I was overcome by my lust ...
Seeing herself in that state, the Princess of the Noldor was shocked; she had always had such pure feelings about marriage and the love between spouses and now….
She was a member of a harem whose members lived to love, care for and be loved by a young mortal who had the favour of the Valar ... What would her mother say if she saw her now?
"Does it matter? ... I gave my heart to Jon knowing that he shared his love with so many maidens ... What just happened to me is proof that this is my place ... This is where I belong though it is rather strange to think that this is where I would find my love and happiness" Írimë thought with some amusement.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
Irimë turned and noticed her rival, Rhaenys Targaryen, sitting on the edge of the bed while she was totally naked and had a satisfied expression on her face and was drenched in sweat.
Seeing her like this, Írimë sighed.
"I did ... I think you saw how much I enjoyed it", The elf lady said in a dry voice.
"Oh yes, I saw it… It was lovely to see you let go of your inhibitions… I never believed that someone as demure as you had any true passion.
Rhaenys's words caused Írimë to blush, and the Noldorian Princess looked away.
"That will only happen this time ..." Írimë said without conviction, but Rhaenys snorted.
"Yes, of course it was.. This was just the beginning; although I loathe to acknowledge it, now you are part of Jon's harem... It is a matter of time before you share your bed with us," Rhaenys said with an annoyed expression while Írimë arched an eyebrow.
"Doesn't that bother you?" Írimë asked in surprise.
"Of course, but my brother chose you as a lover ... and I know your intentions, daughter of Finwë ... I have every intention of being his wife, Arianne and Daenerys too... It shall be a challenge. ... Írimë, "Rhaenys said confidently.
"We will see Rhaenys," Írimë said with a smile full of smugness, and when she prepared to leave, she was suddenly stopped by Rhaegar's daughter, however, before Írimë could chastise her for touching her without permission, the Targaryen Princess kissed her with a furious intensity. Fëanor's sister widened her eyes in utter shock and could not react nor prevent Rhaenys's tongue from invading her mouth.
Írimë was so surprised at being kissed for the first time in such a way by another woman that she submitted to Rhaenys, and when Jon's half-sister separated from Írimë, but Rhaenys wasn't satisfied and caressed Írimë breast, causing the daughter of Finwë to moan like a common whore.
"Truly, you have a will of iron, my dear princess," Rhaenys said with mockery and went back to bed, giving her stunning rival a satisfied look.
At that moment, Írimë came out of her reverie and, understanding that Rhaenys practically defeated her and subdued her, clenched her fists.
"This will not stay like this ... I will not forget this affront Rhaenys, of that you can be sure", Írimë promised, but Rhaenys only laughed in defiance, clearly amused by Írimë's flustered appearance.
"So here I wait for you ..." Sister ", because if you want to be the wife of my" brother "... You must be better than a shy maiden who comes undone from a simple caress ... Now I would like to sleep so you can stay or leave it matters not"Rhaenys sentenced as she caressed Jon's face and then gave him a kiss in front of Írimë who was enraged by Rhaenys blatant arrogance.
It was then that the modesty of Írimë was gone; she desired to sleep next to her lover.
Taking off her jewels and undoing her braid allowing her golden tresses to flow freely, Írimë then began to undress; taking off her jet-black dress, she stood there in a bra and smallclothes of silk, and it was a rather lovely sight as Írimë's brazier was studded with diamonds.
Although the annoying elf was her greatest rival for the affection of Jon Rhaenys, she could not take her eyes off the divine body of the Princess of the Noldor and bit her lip with desire when she saw her approach but to her surprise, Írimë kissed her hard on her lips their tongues dancing in lust. The Targaryen Princess began to let herself be carried away until suddenly Írimë finished the kiss and silenced a stunned Rhaenys with a finger on her lips.
"I may still be a maiden ... But I am not so inexperienced look at how I leave you flushed and sputtering with a simple kiss ... I will become Jon's wife, and I only need one night with him to utterly ensnare his heart, therefore "Sister" consider this quarrel ended "Írimë said kissing Rhaenys's forehead before falling asleep.
Rhaegar's daughter had only heard her rival's words and felt a great deal of embarrassment at being defeated so easily, but apparently, what they said about the beauty of elf maidens was true.
The kiss, along with her scent and the touch of her skin, was enough for her, a Princess with the blood of mother Rhonye and Valyrian, to be consumed by lust and weariness.
Rhaenys had decided to challenge Írimë in the arts of love because she believed that the modest and demure elf had no experience in that area, and thus, she could make a fool of her and tremble with desire.
But humiliatingly, it was she who ended up like this ... Since despite being a virgin, the ancient elf could leave her in an almost drooling state with little more than one kiss.
Little by little, Rhaenys felt her conscience leave her, and she could distinguish a semi-dressed Írimë pushing aside Ashara, Arianne and Daenerys, who were sleeping soundly, and the elf took their place next to Jon, giving her a look of smugness.
"slattern..." was the last thing Rhaenys muttered before she drifted off to sleep.
Hearing Rhaenys refer to her in that way, Írimë raised an eyebrow but mentally shrugged and leaned into one of Jon's arms and was consumed by the intoxicating scent of his lovemaking.
The old "noble" elf lady loved it.
Maybe Rhaenys was right ... No, she is right ... She, a Princess of the Noldor, the daughter of Finwë and Indis, had become a bawdy slattern because of her love for a mortal and for lust that she felt when she saw him lie with his lovers one by one.
"Yes, I am… I'm a bitch" A smiling and satisfied Írimë replied to an unconscious Rhaenys.
And Írimë hadn't an inclination if she loved the thought of being a slattern or not, but she knew her place was here with Jon.
After that, Írimë could no longer help it, and fatigue finally overcame her, causing sleep to take her as well.
When Jon awoke, he felt two warm bodies laying next to him, one under him and the other clinging to him with a tenderness he found touching.
Upon clearing his eyes, Jon realized that his head was resting on Shiera's ample bust; she was still sound asleep lazily stroking his curls and curled up next to him was Írimë, who, like Shiera, was sleeping peacefully.
Jon gently pulled away from them very carefully so as not to wake them up and carefully watched the entire scene.
Arianne, Daenerys and Ashara were in the corner of the bed sleeping contentedly, and Rhaenys was a few feet from where he was asleep; her face was a mask of contentment.
It was not a dream ... Jon thought with pride when realizing that he had made love to five beautiful women, which was a wondrous thing.
That's when Jon's eyes fell on Írimë, who was still sleeping with a smile.
When he saw the divine body of his beloved elf maiden, his face turned a pleasing shade of scarlet, and he felt his cock beginning to stir again, but as he was about to wake his beloved, he noticed sunlight peeking through the high windows it was morning, Jon knew he must prepare for the journey south.
It's a shame ... Jon thought when he saw the beauty of all those women, especially Írimë's beauty, which was so breathtaking that if he gazed upon her any longer, he would not want to separate from her.
... Alas the fates are cruel, besides she has not accepted me into her bed, I will not take advantage of my love in such a dishonourable way ... Jon thought with a mixture of love and disappointment since his desire for Írimë and his lady loves drove him mad with passion ... But Jon would not force his dearest Írimë to consummate their love until she was ready.
When the young Targaryen peered through his window, he saw the city was blanketed in a morning fog, and the sun was creeping over the eastern mountains... He had spent the whole night in the throes of passion ... something that filled him with pride.
A smiling Jon decided to bath in the barracks as he would be somewhat embarrassed to ask the servants to prepare a bath for himself and his lady loves after their night of passion, with the exception of Írimë none of them had any clothes on, and his chambers reeked with the stench of sex.
... Although maybe I shouldn't worry about it ... we were loud enough to wake the stone giants from their slumber ... Jon thought with some pity.
After a small breakfast, Jon quickly dressed in his doublet and fetched Ringil and then set out to find Loras and Robar, who, if they had already gotten up, would be at that moment be preparing the rations for the sea voyage to Belfelas tomorrow.
But he was shocked when he saw the training grounds and the younger, more inexperienced soldiers were practising... But his brothers in arms were nowhere in sight.
... Maybe they are still sleeping... Jon thought without a care as he was somewhat indisposed himself the night before, so perhaps they had some company as well. Jon decided to return to the palace, hoping to take counsel with Elendil and learn whatever he could about the Easterlings as their approach to war. Still, as he was about to return, a woman caught his eye, She wore a beautiful red and black dress, and her long silvery hair was tied in an elegant braid, and her amethyst eyes shone in the morning light, despite her years, age had been rather kind to Rhaella she had a hard aristocratic face, pale alabaster skin and a curvaceous body.
Queen Rhaella Targaryen, his grandmother, stared at him with an expression of melancholy and sadness in her eyes; at that moment, the former Queen of Westeros looked at him for a few more moments before walking into the palace.
Although surprised by his grandmother's behaviour, Jon knew she wished to speak with him alone, and he followed after her.
They both walked through some very long corridors until they came out again and arrived at the gardens of the king's palace; it was just as he remembered it flowers of every shade and hue, fountains carved from marble fashioned to resemble great sea birds, great Mallorn trees whose leaves had just turned a brilliant gold and of course, sweet-smelling grass. A delightful morning breeze blew through the gardens caressing their faces with the sweet scent of flowers and trees; it was akin to the gardens of Yvanna in distant Valinor, a place of peace and contemplation.
There were some beautiful wooden benches under a great old willow in the centre of the garden, and after reaching the one closest to them, they both sat down.
"Is something wrong, grandmother?" Jon asked, surprised by the behaviour of Rhaella, who just sighed and calmly watched two thrush building a nest on the highest branch; it seemed like an age before she spoke, but her voice was laced worry and authority.
"I have wanted to talk to you since I found out that you were my grandson ... But there was always something that prevented me from talking to you alone ... Since ... What happened in Harlond I decided to wait to have this conversation ... I have waited three years... And now is the time to speak, "Rhaella said with a voice of steel, and her eyes blazed with such fervour that for a moment, Jon felt as if he had angered some ancient Valyrian goddess.
"I don't think there is a need to talk about that at this point .. We'd better make preparations for the march south .." Jon said, wanting to get up, but Rhaella gripped his shoulder and forced him to sit down it seems his grandmother would not be deterred.
"You're going to listen to me until the end, Jon," The ancient Queen said with a voice that brooked no argument, causing her grandson to swallow hard and nodded.
"I ... When we started this journey, I was reunited with my last true family, my darling children, Viserys may have become wrothful and cruel, but he was my son. I loved him even though I loathed the creature he had become ... the spitting image of his father… Your grandfather Aerys "Rhaella said, gazing at Jon with a mix of pity and regret.
"King Scab was his grandfather ... Ever since he learned of his true parentage, he didn't wish to dwell on it, so many of his family had been madmen, monsters and tyrants it was not a pleasant thought to know the same madness ran through his veins." Jon thought with a chill running through his back.
"I know that's not a nice thought," Rhaella said, not losing sight of the expressions on Jon's face.
"It weighs heavy of my heart, grandmother, to know I share the same blood with such a monster," Jon said roughly but gently taking Rhaella's hands, something the former queen appreciated.
"Your grandfather was not always a cruel madman, Jon, yes, he was charming, cunning, a skilled warrior and quick to laugh and quick to anger, he could also be compassionate and generous with the less fortunate ... But he was too proud. He loved to be flattered, and above all, he loved women, "Rhaella said with annoyance remembering her husband, but her smile turned mischievous when she saw her grandson blush at the mention of multiple lovers.
"Yes? ... Well ..." Jon started to say, but Rhaella started laughing.
"No, Jon, you and him were not alike in that regard ... Aerys quickly forgot his conquests, for him they were mere trophies... You really love all of them ... I know, I've seen it," Rhaella said, Jon, kissing him on the forehead.
"And what happened?" Jon asked, curious to know of his father's family from his grandmother.
"Aerys's mind began to deteriorate over time ... When we got married, we were very young, we were even more youthful than you and Daenerys when we met in Bravos, our marriage was on the orders of our father King Jahaerys the fucking hypocrite, "Rhaella said with so much hatred in her voice that Jon wanted to back away in fear.
"Did my great-grandfather wed you against your wishes?" Jon asked, surprised, and Rhaella nodded.
"Yes, I got married when I was fourteen years old ... My father, the still heir Prince Jaehaerys had been influenced by a forest witch who lived near Harrenhal, the woman brought to court by Jenny by of Old Stones, our uncle Duncan's wife. The witch of the forest prophesied that the promised prince would be born from our line ... Which caused our father Jaehaerys to force us to marry. Our grandfather, King Aegon V, was very frustrated with our father's decision as he wanted to abolish the Targaryen custom but still allowed our father to do whatever he desired... No matter how much Aerys and I begged him not to wed us, "Rhaella said, shedding tears of anger and indignation as she remembered the day her misfortune began.
"I'm ... I'm sorry," Jon said, wanting to comfort his grandmother.
"It happened so long ago it seems more akin to fantasy than memory... at first it was not so bad .. Aerys and I loved each other as siblings should when we were younger, he always made me laugh, and we explored the city together, although the love between us withered and rotted so much, so we rarely spoke unless forced to by our father, although we bore the other no ill will, "Rhaella said with great sadness as she recalled her past.
"What was it like being with him? ... With the king ... My grandfather ... Before they called him the 'Mad King," Jon said, surprising Rhaella that he referred to Aerys that way for the first time.
Rhaella sighed even though she was joyful that he had acknowledged his family.
"I already told you, your grandfather was a man who had an undeniable charm. He was generous, resolute and ambitious, and during the early part of his reign was an active and lively king. Aerys liked music, dancing, masked balls, and young women. However, at the same time, your grandfather was not the most intelligent or the most diligent person and was somewhat quick to anger. He was vain, proud, and changeable, making him an easy target for lickspittles and flatteners. "he also had a great love for women, particularly his cupbearer Joanna Lannister," Rhaella said with annoyance when remembering her dear brother's habit of falling into beds he knew he shouldn't.
"The wife of Tywin Lannister?" Jon thought, remembering the old tales of how the dragon had claimed the Lioness earning the eternal enmity of the old lion."
"When Loras, Robar and I escaped from Stannis Baratheon, we met Bonifer Hasty, and I heard some rumours concerning you and Lord Hasty," Jon said in a mischievous tone and began to laugh when he saw his grandmother's face turn as red as their house sigil though it made her no less beautiful.
"Did you meet Bonifer?" Rhaella asked, surprised that Jon met her former love.
"Yes, my companions and I aided them in breaking the siege of Castle Hasty when Stannis demanded their fealty; we rode alongside the Holy hundred for a time... It was our first real battle. Jon said with a heavy heart as he remembered all that carnage.
Rhaella, on the other hand, was excited to discover that Jon had met and fought alongside Bonifer; they had shared a brief romance before her engagement to Aerys; a tearful Rhaella remembered that tournament in her youth where Bonifer wore her favour in which he defeated all rivals to name her as his queen of love and beauty.
... It was so romantic ... Oh, it would be so sweet to see Bonifer again ... Rhaella thought with a smile as she remembered her youth when tales of knights and forbidden love were all the rage.
Unfortunately, their love was ultimately somewhat brief and could never have been otherwise, as Bonifer was too low of birth to be considered a proper suitor of a Princess of the Targaryen royal house.
However, the former Queen noticed the grim expression on Jon's face and became concerned.
"Is something wrong, Jon?" Rhaella asked.
"It's nothing ... It's just that I remembered that battle ... At first, I was proud ... I thought I was defending the memory of the king I swore to serve ... But now I realize, after fighting the Orcs, Wargs and that evil "Worm of Morgoth", that ... That was not a moment of glory, but of barbarism; we fought against our kinsmen and took joy in their slaughter Just as the Noldor did against the Teleri in Alqualondë ... And now I'm going to war again; fighting men who are strange to men... Men who swore to serve the dark tower ... I know I should feel no pity for the servants of Sauron ... Their sense of duty was no less than ours, I deem. You wonder what their names, where they came from, and if they are truly evil at heart. What lies or threats led them on this long march from home. And if they have families awaiting their return... and now I must bear the burden of battle to orphan hundreds for the promise of peace, "Jon said with a heavy heart as Rhaella shed tears at the generous spirit of her grandson.
"Oh, Jon .." Rhaella said, hugging her dragon tightly.
"I'm sorry for disappointing you grandmother, I know I look like a child for crying about these things when for my age, I'm practically a man", Jon said, ashamed of himself.
"No, don't even think about it for a moment ... You are a good man, good, brave, honourable and compassionate ... the quality of your heart is shown as many would revel in war not caring for the lives they take ... Compassion that many in Westeros do not have ... Now I know, the knights of our home are no true knights simply scoundrel and vagabonds in armour, men who believe themselves honourable but take glee in the ways of war and slaughter ... You and your friends are not like them ... You have no idea how proud I feel when I see the man you have become, "Rhaella said kissing Jon on the forehead lovingly.
At that moment, the memories of Aerys's rapes and mistreatment of her returned, many years had passed, but they still filled her with fear, disgust and indignation, especially when she learned that the noblest knights of the Kingdom were outside the king's bedroom. Listening to her screams and pleas for help, they were content to indulge Aerys cruelties, all the while pretending to be honourable.
"Grandmother ..." Jon said, surprised and touching where Rhaella had kissed him.
"If you wish, I will tell you the rest of my story ... Although it is not pleasant," Rhaella said, stroking Jon's hair and showing disgust at the cruelty of the Kingsguard.
Jon, eager to know the story of Rhaella, nodded as she stroked his dark curls almost like Shiera would.
"At the beginning of our marriage ... Well, we always had our misgivings and problems since neither of us loved the other, at least not as husband and wife, although there was still a bit of the love that siblings shared... as I said, Aerys was not the most intelligent or the most diligent person and was somewhat quick to anger. He was vain, proud, and changeable, which made him an easy target for lickspittles and flatteners... Oh, I still remember when his reign began ... He was filled with such promise and had many grand plans, "Rhaella said sadly.
"But that didn't last ..." Jon said helplessly as Rhaella laid her head on his chest, something that embarrassed him because he looked like a little boy, but Rhaella seemed so happy to spend time with him that he didn't have the heart to turn away.
"Thus in the year 259, while we were at Summerhall, I gave birth to the first of our children, your father Jon, Prince Rhaegar. The tragedy claimed the lives of my grandfather and my uncle Duncan; I was only saved by the bravery of Lord Commander Duncan the tall, after that; our father ascended to the throne as Jaehaerys II, but he was a frail man and died young, so the reigns of ruling passed to Aerys and myself ... Oh, my misfortune only started there ".
Jon just listened silently.
"Following Rhaegar's birth, We had multiple trouble where childbirth was concerned. In the seventeen years following Rhaegar's birth, I went through multiple pregnancies, stillbirths and miscarriages; we tried to have more children, but without success, While at first, my brother comforted me in my grief, the multiple stillbirths, miscarriages and dead children eventually caused Aerys to become suspicious. He accused me of having been unfaithful and claimed that the dead children had been bastards. He confined me to Maegor's Holdfast, and Aerys decreed that two septas would sleep in my bed every night to ensure that I would remain faithful. "She said, crying with embarrassment holding Jon closer.
"by the Valar," Jon said, terrified to hear firsthand about his grandfather's madness.
"Yes, After the Defiance of Duskendale, his madness truly took hold. He began to see every unexplained event or act of minor defiance as evidence of fearful conspiracies against him and devised sadistic punishments for those he imagined to be his enemies. He developed a fascination with fire, which eventually grew so consuming that he could only become sexually aroused by watching someone burn to death. Your grandfather would go from mirth to melancholy in the blink of an eye ... He visited me at night, and I became his wife even though I loathed the beast he became, "Rhaella said, starting to cry, and at that moment Jon couldn't take it anymore and hugged her tightly.
"I'm so sorry, grandmother ... for asking you to remember this", Jon said, cursing himself.
"No, I ... I had to speak to you ... I wanted you to know me by my own words... And I wanted to know you... Please let me finish," Said a tearful Rhaella, meeting her grandson's gaze,
Despite his doubts, a reluctant Jon nodded.
"After having Viserys, Aerys's paranoia increased to the point where she wouldn't even let me touch him; it filled my heart with grief, but at least my baby was protected from all the horrors of the mad dragon, and so the years went by… I did everything possible to protect Viserys from Aerys' worst excesses, keeping your uncle oblivious to the fact that his father was going insane. I now realize after hearing his delusions ... that that was a serious misjudgment by my part, "Rhaella said sadly as she remembered Viserys' cruelty and delusions about his father's" greatness ".
... So that's why my uncle believed his father was a great man ... Jon thought, surprised.
"Time passed until your father and mother ran away, and Aerys rage was terrible to behold when your uncle Brandon rode to the Red keep he was determined to punish someone, and so the downfall of our family was sealed by my husband, your uncle Brandon and my son Rhaegar. " Rhaella said with sadness and disappointment.
"And the rebellion broke out ..." Jon said, sighing, praying that the story would end soon because he did not want his grandmother to continue crying.
"Yes.. Shortly after Aerys burned Lord Chelsted alive, the heralds informed us of the Rhaegar's death at the hands of Robert Baratheon during the Battle of the Trident, oh how I cried that night, despite his melancholy and foolishness your father was my first-born, and I loved him. So Aerys evacuated Viserys and me, who was in the early stages of Daenerys's pregnancy, along with the Red Keep weapons master, Being Willem Darry and a few other servants; thanks to that, we were saved from the brutal looting of King's Landing by Tywin Lannister "Rhaella said, holding back her tears.
... By Erú, I hope that this story ends soon; I can't bear to see her suffer in such a way ... Jon thought, shedding a tear for the suffering of his grandmother.
"Aerys finally died, and we also believed that Rhaenys and Aegon had perished... thus ending Rhaegar's line, so I proclaimed Viserys as the new king of the Seven Kingdoms, although the Great Houses recognized Robert Baratheon as the new Lord of Westeros. I spent the duration of my pregnancy at Dragonstone. Nine moons after setting sail from King's Landing, I gave birth to Daenerys; while a raging summer storm threatened to destroy the fortress, I had prayed for my death to finally be free of this torment.
"What happened next, Grandmother?" Jon asked, intrigued.
"I was about to prepare to incinerate my body according to the custom of our House when the servants realized that I was alive they made plans to flee; unfortunately, I was in no fit state to travel, and Stannis had just landed on the island, I was very sickly and feverish from childbirth. I was aware of what was happening. The servants taking pity on me and wanting to save their own lives stole one of the ships anchored in the harbour, and we crossed the narrow sea under cover of darkness, "Said Rhaella as she lazily stroked his curls.
"That's how you survived ..." Jon said, surprised to discover how his grandmother was saved from death ... It was so simple but extraordinary at the same time.
"Yes, we ended up arriving in Volantis where they had a family for me, and they took care of me until I recovered from Dany's childbirth, by then the news of the new dynasty of kings in Westeros was everyone's favourite gossip, while I was recovering I learned all I could about the affairs in Westeros and searched high and low for information regarding my children, alas my fortune ran out, "Rhaella said sadly.
"What happened?" Jon asked.
"I made the mistake of revealing my identity to the wrong people seeking support for Viserys, to regain the Iron Throne ... And those people betrayed me, they were going to take me in chains to Westeros to deliver me to Robert Baratheon, but a band of fanatical followers of the Red God took me to their temple, when they discovered who I was I thought they would free me, but it was not. Instead, they forced me to stay for years, "Rhaella said, crying.
"Why?" Jon asked, surprised.
"Apparently, the Red Priests think that the blood of old Valyria had magical properties. It was a far greater prize than they could ever dream; as soon as I arrived at their temple, they bled me several times trying to make their fire spells; when they saw the power of my blood, they would bleed me daily, ever eager to fuel their foul magics" Rhaella said crying again.
My grandmother was tortured like my beloved Shiera ... Jon thought, horrified.
"But they taught me many things too... Their language and their customs... But I a mere slave, a prisoner in all but name. I wanted to see my children more than anything to hold them and love them as only a mother could; fate is so cruel to have been separated from my children for so long, "Rhaella said, crying again.
Jon just got off her lap again and hugged her gently.
"So I spent years captive inside that damn temple, I thought of giving up and taking my life so that I could be free in death, but my desire to see my children again was what prevented me, I expected to see in Viserys a man similar to Rhaegar and Daenerys turned into a beautiful maiden ... Thanks to the Valar because at least the second was fulfilled, "Rhaella said sadly.
Jon didn't say anything; he just hoped his grandmother would conclude her tale.
"Then one day, the temple was attacked by a Dothraki horde who looted the temple and in an ironic sense reduced it to ashes. Despite being horrified by the savagery of those horsemen, I took the opportunity that was presented to me and took all the things of value that I found and escaped from the temple, I grew wealthy from those artefacts, and it allowed me to live in comfort while searching for Viserys and Daenerys. At first, I only heard rumours of the last Targaryens, The Beggar King and his sister who roamed from City to City looking for support to regain the Iron Throne; I looked for them for about a year where I had almost spent all my coins... Until I found them in Braavos in the house of Magister Illyrio Mopatis... The rest you already know, "Said Rhaella, who finally stopped weeping.
"But now you're with your family again, with Dany and Rhaenys ..." Jon said.
"And I'm with you too, Jon... You are my grandson, my family... My blood, I know that accepting it for you has been very difficult but please accept that we are family ... Somewhere is Aegon, your brother ... Perhaps one day the Valar will allow us to see and know him, but until that day comes, we must be together and take care of each other "Rhaella said taking Jon by the hands and he returned the gesture.
"I know.. It's just that.. I never imagined this; after my uncle Eddard's death, I thought that I would never know the truth of my birth because he always refused to tell me, but praise the mercy of the Valar; they have given me a proper family and brothers... I never thought I would be a Targaryen, the very idea of having a family other than the Starks ... It's like a dream, "Jon said with a slight smile and Rhaella beamed with joy.
"Hearing those words had made all my suffering worth it, you are everything I desired in a grandson ... You have become a magnificent man Jon, powerful, wise and skilled ... You are the dream of ... Well, several maidens, including Rhaenys and Daenerys," Rhaella said with scathing wit laughing at Jon's scarlet face.
"Yeah, well ..." Jon tried to say.
"What matters is that you have become a much better man than your grandfather and your father... I am proud of you to call you my grandson and accompany you on this journey .. Praised by the mercy of Eru and the Valar for allowing us to meet. "Rhaella said, kissing Jon on the forehead again.
"Your words fill me with affection, grandmother, for me it is a great happiness that you are here with us ... Free from the intrigues of Westeros, free find the joy that your father denied you in search of that Prophecy... but do you believe I am the prince that was promised? " Jon asked, confused.
"Yes, although I am not an expert, the Prophecy went as follows, When the red star bleeds, and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt. I'm sorry, but that's all I know, Jon. However, your great grandfather and your father Rhaegar were obsessed with that Prophecy, that obsession I am afraid guided large parts of their lives ... And ruined others, "Rhaella said with a sad sigh.
"Grandmother .. I appreciate that you have told me your story... But the day is beautiful, and tomorrow I will go to war; I wish to have memories of your joy rather than seeing a fair dragon weep; I cannot bear to see you suffer," He said Jon wiping the tears from Rhaella's face tenderly, and she smiled.
"He is more charming than Aerys ... I begin to understand why they all love him so," Rhaella thought with some satisfaction.
"You're right, Jon, I'm truly sorry, you'll be leaving tomorrow ... And I won't see you for many months ... I don't want you to remember me just while I'm weeping," Rhaella said with a smile.
Jon just smiled and stood up, helping his grandmother up as well.
"In that case, we are going to have breakfast and talk about happier things, we still have this day ... Grandmother, I want to know everything that makes you happy ... Not only the sorrows," Jon said, smiling slightly as he offered his arm as an escort to a happy Rhaella who accepted it without hesitation.
"It will be my pleasure, Jon... And quite peckish too," Rhaella said with a bit of pity.
"Then let us not waste this beautiful day ..." Jon said.
... If Aerys had been like Jon, I would have been excited to marry him ... Rhaella thought with a smile.
For the rest of the day, he spent all his time with Rhaella, sharing stories of their life and enjoying each others company; to any who saw them, it would appear they were just wed and consumed by love alas, all good things had to come to an end, and Jon was called away to prepare for the march south.
Jon, in particular, enjoyed the blush of his Ladies as what had started as kisses the night before turned into a night of passion that everyone will remember for the rest of their days ... especially Lalwen, who now gazed at him with love and lust in equal measure.
Sansa and Arya did not miss any opportunity to be with him ... At the day's end, Jon, Loras, Robar, Arianne, Rhaenys and Daenerys girded themselves for war though Rhaella was loathed to see her daughter march off to war, and they argue a great deal.
It was the first fight that mother and daughter had in the entire trip since neither planned to give in. In the end, Jon had to intercede by promising his grandmother that he would take care of Dany, to which Rhaella tearfully replied that she wanted the three of them back.
They left the next day just as the sun was creeping over the mountains the streets of Annúminas was lined with well-wishers and bards who threw flowers to the procession And at the head of the soldiers was Jon Targaryen, knight of Elendil, clad in a splendid suit of plate gifted to him by his lord. Jon was as one of the faithful Tall and Fair befitting a man of Westernesse clad in glittering Silverplate and mail forged in the Grand halls of Annúminas, His rondels resembled the wings of a great eagle wrought of steel and silver, all his fastenings were gilded, and the steel was burnished to such a high sheen that it shone like the light of the Silmarils. While large couter's protected his elbow and arm, these were also gilded; a skirt of lobstered metal covered him from waist to midthigh, while a solid gorget encircles his throat. His tower shield was massive and rimmed with steel scorned by ancient runes; it bore the sigil of Elendil, a white tree in blossom, surmounted by a silver crown and stars, all embroidered on a field of black. About his shoulders was the cloak of Herenlókë's fluttering like emerald flames in the morning breeze and at his waist was Ringil sheathed in a scabbard of chalcedony; his charger is a stallion with its own silver armour. The destrier has a blanket with enamelled silver scales and gilded crinet and chamfron, as well as blue silk barding's decorated with the livery of Arnor. Following Jon was the kinsman of Elendil, with gilded banners bearing his token of the White Tree, and a company of knights in full harness riding grey horses; and behind them, thousands of men at arms, tall as lords, grey-eyed, dark-haired, singing as they came. Such a sight had not been seen since the Days when the Sea lords had marched to war.