The Ties that Bind Us//Open//RobbxJon//DanyxJon
With enough persuasion from Robb, Jon had managed to stay in Kings Landing long enough in order to see the upcoming nuptials. Sansa was to be married to Ageon Targaryen, the next king to sit upon the throne was Viserys's life comes to an end. It was a bittersweet thing to hear. Jon loved his half sibling, there was no denying that. But there were times where he questioned if she did indeed feel the same way towards him. With Jon not being born from Lady Catelyn's womb, Sansa had no need to associate herself with the bastard. She grew up out-casting him. Back then, the boy couldn't comprehend and now, as they were older and more wiser, he understood but still held a heavy heart around it. Sansa had indeed matured and was able to associate herself with him whenever he did come to visit. However, he knew he could never have the bond she had with Robb. It wasn't possible. It wasn't fair. He understood.
Jon never tried to include himself with the politics of the realm. It was not his business. His duties lied upon the hundred years of ice upon the wall. His men there, were his business and he kept true to that. Although the king tried time and time again, whenever he did come to recruit, to extend just a small bit of what was going on to the seasoned crow, Jon derailed the conversation to something different. He dared not speak what he truly thought. There was no longer a war front, and that the men along the wall, with each passing day, began to feel useless. One can only go out and find any lingering wildlings for so long. Especially when they catch on, and leave their camps to take shelter somewhere else. Mans raider was no fool, Jon knew that. If they were to indeed attack again anytime soon, it would not be to their knowledge. They would hide out, far, far away and wait for the time to be just right. He knew that for sure. But, that time could not come quick enough.
Jon shook his head of the morbid thoughts. Thick, blackened curled bounced abit as he did so, hitting his face and then clearing once more as he looked out. He had took it upon himself, to vanish for quite abit .Robb was surely busy. There was no doubting that. Sansa was too preoccupied with her wedding plans and her talk of Ageon to even give her half sibling the time of day. Arya was off somewhere, hopefully not making too much mischief. It made Jon smile abit. Probably the only one of the family besides Robb to see him as a brother and not a bastard. If only the age difference between her and Sansa were switched. Maybe then they could speak like adults, and not him speaking to an overly mature yet immature young girl.
The crow made sure to pull himself away far enough from everything, and not too far to raise suspicion. Surely, if Robb couldn't find him he would go search for him. That he was sure of. He made a promise not to leave and that promise he would keep. If not, Robb was sure to come upon the wall himself and not spare a piece of his mind towards Jon for his immaturity. "Whether you care for Kings Landing or not, is not my concern. You must stay and show your love for Sansa on that day. That's the last day she will keep her name. You have to be there, even if it is in the back". His brother's words tossed themselves around in his head, echoing over and over. Yes. Unfortunately, he had to say and wish Sansa well. Stay and celebrate with Robb and Arya. Stay, and be ignored by their mother. He had to stay.
The sound of the crashing ways from the black water did not to soothe his mind. Hands perched themselves upon the stone as he looked down. He was not there when the battle happened, but he was told in great detail and from that alone, he could only imagine the carnage of it all. The emerald fire laying waste to Stannis's ships, and the men that died drowning. Jon, in his mind, could hear the screams from all around. From the knights who fought for their kings, when they died by the hands of their opponent, and of the citizens that somehow managed to make it into the crossfire. He could possibly, faintly, smell the blood that washed away into the dark waters and caked the sand and wall. The sound of swords skewering armor, and piercing flesh and the rejoice when Tywin spared his brother and the stark men death when he rode back to Kings Landing to defend the city.
"I wonder...would it have been the same if Viserys came back with his army instead and pushed Stannis back.." Jon mumbled quietly. There would have been no way, but what if that were to have happen. Instead of the Lion, what if the Dragon came back and took the city. Would the welcome be just as good? Imaging Viserys upon horseback, leading men from the other side of the sea into battle. The Khals, the Unsullied, and all the others gathered forth by not their worship of him, but by the words of freedom and victory from his sister Daenerys. What if she lead them, riding upon her dragons like her ancestors before her? A beauty such as that with the strength of an iron maiden. Jon jolted from his thoughts, shaking his head. No. Never. He could never think of the king's sister in such manners. How unbecoming.
It had only been a few encounters, but even then so, he had been able to grow comfortable slowly but surely around the dragon mother. She was strong, inside and out but still managed to hold a kindness and a tenderness to her. Her eyes lit up with joy everytime their conversations went to her children, but inside held an unmistakable sorrow that almost mimicked his own inside. There had been times where Jon had caught himself staring for far too long and had to quickly turn his head away in order to hide the heat that might have gathered in his face. "She is a comfort to talk to. Nothing more." Nothing more. He was a man of the knight's watch. A man with no title, no land, no life from beyond the wall to speak up. A monk with a sword. How bothersome. Never had Jon allowed matters of the heart and feelings to sway his vows. He could never bring himself to create a bastard or lay with a woman. But, whenever he spoke to Dany, he felt so much at ease. As though he could be himself, much to his dismay. There was no fear of judgment or disdain. Thoughtful conversations so long as he stayed on topic. The type of talks he wished to have maybe with his own sister, Daenerys did have those qualities within her and much much more that he saw but should have never brought himself to see through. How dare he.
