Jon Snow
The Bastard of Winterfell felt like lead. In fact, he swore that they were all feeling that way. Ser Cassel had warned them that a ball would take place, and that they would be bruised and tired… but they had not taken heed.
His feet groaned, his legs protested, and the clothes pressed him down, but even then, he remained straight with perfect posture while he twirled the giggling girl in front of him. 'Nothing more stupid or powerful than a boy trying to impress a girl' he grumbled, thinking deeply about Seb's words.
And there he was, in fact, dancing with the eighth pretty girl of the night.
"Enjoying yourself, my lady?" he repeated those same words. It even sounded natural.
The girl blushed while nodding, for they had danced a previous piece before.
'They tend to ignore that I am a bastard' he thought to himself, while slowly approaching his intended target.
The music stopped as 'Sebastienne' sang the last of it.
"My, my, our lovely dancers must surely be tired… let's give this party a grand ending, shall we?" Sebastienne offered, while the music now sported a peculiar rhythm.
'Just like we practiced: one, two, three; one, two, three' he mustered.
He separated courtly from his previous partner and approached her.
"My lady, would you like to dance?" he offered, with the faux confidence of someone with nothing else to lose.
[ L'âme en peine, Il vit mais parle à peine /
(Lost soul / He lives but barely speaks)]
"I accept, my knight" Highgarden's Rose answered with a smile.
His heart accelerated, a sensation in his stomach rose like butterflies, and his eyes took on a purity reserved only for young men in love.
While dancing, he quickly realized something. His eyes sharpened, and a question formed on his lips. "Wait… I have not told anyone else yet… except…" He tried to look at the singer, but Margaery gently intercepted his course.
"Out of sight, out of mind? I thought that you would share it with everyone already?" she asked, a smiling question laced with intrigue.
A stammer like laugh flew from his mouth.
"My lady, I… you know I am still a bastard, right? It is not the time or place for that. Even then, I need Lord Stark's permission" he explained, avoiding her bright brown eyes.
[Dans sa love story / Sa love story ]
"And? The Bold has seen something in you, and any Lord would accept in a heartbeat, bastard or not" she offered, her thoughts dripping sincerity.
[ Prends ma main,
Promets-moi que tout ira bien /
(Take my hand,
promise me that everything will be alright)]
"Besides—" her orbs twinkled with mischief, "—any lady would swoon over you if they knew. A squire for the Bold is an immeasurable honor, and a tad of wildness... Most girls would blindly walk into the Direwolf's mouth, to be gladly eaten and swallowed,whole. Noble or not." she said, part truth and part something else, while she giggled at the blush forming in his face.
"My lady… it is not proper… for you… Ahhh" he lost his composure in a sea of awkwardness, but she easily picked up his arm and kept on dancing.
"Shhhh, do not explain anything,not to me at least. Look me in the eyes, breathe, and we will dance" she offered, trying to control the blush on her own face at the sight of his.
He smiled softly,
she smiled wholly.
[Je serai riche, Et je t'offrirai tout mon
Et si tu t'en fiches /
(I'll offer you all my gold /
And if you don't care)
Je t'attendrai sur le port/
(I'll wait for you at the harbor) ]
They danced as if no one else were in the room. They danced for the sake of dancing, a lost wolf yearning for a home, and a caged rose wanting freedom from the depths of her soul. She guided him sneakily, each tempo getting them nearer to a small, secluded terrace. She opened the door and led him in while the music grew softer.
He opened his eyes in surprise, but she just smiled knowingly and kept on dancing.
[Dans ma love story (3x) ,
Ma love story
love story ]
They drew near, breath colliding with the chill of the night.
Tension brimmed between the two awkward teens, neither knowing quite what to do. Looks that hid something else, a mouth that wanted more than to smile.
[AaaaaaAAAAAAaaaa]
She prepared herself, for she had practiced once with Elinor and the girls, but he did not approach.
Her wolf knight did not approach.
She giggled at the honorable fool and stepped closer, offering a small, chastekiss to his surprise.
He widened his eyes, wanted to talk, to ask questions.
She put her fingers to his lips and looked into his eyes.
"Don't ever doubt your worth, Jon Snow. You will be a great knight and a great husband" she muttered softly, surprised by her own words.
Then she left, for an unmarried girl had just stolen a kiss from a big, bad wolf.
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Robb Stark
Saying that he was tired would be an understatement. Sebastian had shared with him that he could do magic, real magic, like the Children of the Forest in Old Nan's tales, or 'Jojen's luck,' as the group called it.
For the Northerns, magic was a symbol of the Old Gods. It was scarce, but respected. And healing magic? that was even rarer.
'He only healed our bruises, not the pain. What a fucker' he grumbled at the memory of a smug Sebastian, offering them an unwanted lesson
He was now at the side of the feast, enjoying a refreshment while he looked at their
'butler? maid?' He chuckled to himself, while his body remained stoic but approachable.
He had heard stories, but watching it himself had been a surprise, maybe more magic, who knew.
A girl tried to approach him, but Domeric quickly intercepted her and took her for a dance, while the bashful girl giggled at him.
Jojen had been helping despite his grumbles, but he had to retire for a painful headache overwhelmed his senses.
Meera redirected the… boys, coming at him. As weird as it sounded.
For girls and boys alike, had been swooning all over him, but thanks to Sebastian, he had learned quite a bit about Southrons and their games.
'Saplings of carnivorous roses' he thought, recalling the irony of the butler's words.
Everyone had expected him to dance with Margaery Tyrell, everyone wanted him to wed her in the future. They had danced together for the second piece, and for him, it had felt so… fake. Her mouth overflowed with honey and her movements were perfect, but her eyes lied. She had tried, but being near Sebastian during his travels had made Robb's instincts sharper.
And while an alliance would be beneficial, he longed for what his father had with his mother, true companionship.
He sighed, then looked to the side.
There was Theon beside him now, downing a cup of wine.
He looked bad,not outwardly, but…
"You alright, Theon?" he asked with worry, for he had never seen his brother so spooked.
"I… I… I need air." Theon walked outside.
Robb wanted to follow, alas, he could not, for the Heir of Winterfell had to remain at the feast in his honor
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Theon Greyjoy
'No, no, NO. It can't be, it can't be, it cannot be. These Southrons are lying, they are lying. My father, my father…' his mind spiraling out of control
"My father died." He drew near the Three Singers, searching for something familiar. The three weirwood trees provided him some comfort.
"They are lying… they are all liars. Why, why did he not tell me? Sebastian, he is a liar, they are all liars. They must be laughing, they, they…"
A heartbroken Theon muttered through tears, noticing strangely that there was no one there. No patrols, no guards, no one.
Ca-aww.
A sound interrupted him.
He looked up into the weirwood tree, and a three eyed crow looked back at him.
His vision blurred and darkness overcame him.
A seal had been broken, and a truth had been opened in his dreams.
A patrol guard would find him later, for a lord with a few cups too many was a common occurrence at these kinds of feasts.
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Author thoughts: IT IS DONE!!!.
I'll be honest, at first I was a big Yfritte x Jon fan... but... I am reading Look To The Stars [GOT x Star Wars Legends] (webnovel) and the pairing of jonxMarg is so on point. That I... well, really liked it.
And I have something alternative for Yfritte planned!
So yeah, Jon had been invited to squire under Ser Barristan (which was Robert Baratheon's plan to help him out in chapter 22 at Sebastian's request).
While Ser Barristan, himself, was quite impressed with the young wolf.
The fluff was so fun to writeee.
Then Robb maturing a little and Theon descent to madness (for some memories had been supressed from his mind, resurfacing now thanks to our dear Brandond's pal.)
And Finally I can add more stuff about Sebastian's past!
(fucking finally).
I have this scenes on my mind, but first I need to work to get 'them' there. If not, the story becomes useless.
Sorry about the rant, Hope you like it and sorry for not posting sooner (I am drowning because of homework).
Stay safe!
A/N2: It is Ygritte, Yfritte was the demon on the slime novels/manga/anime. Not going to change it, it feels hilarious to me.
A/N3: the song is love story from Indila.