"What's west of Westeros?" Arya asked Jon.
The crow let out a quick laugh replying, "I don't know."
Arya smiled, "No one knows.. That's where all the maps stop."
After killing the mother of dragons and being sent back to the nights watch, Jon Snow...
A grand event was held at dusk; in attendance were strangers from neighboring towns and kingdoms. Jon and Tormund had been spoken to by so many new faces, they had no idea this land had so many rulers.
Jon took a sip of wine watching his companion flirt with the foreign women of this land. He smiled softly as a large man approached him.
"The beautiful families of Notheros marvel at you and your friend. For centuries we believed the Gods had only created our land, but we were wrong," Ares placed a hand on the wolf's shoulder and smiled proudly.
Jon turned to speak but was silenced as loud horns sounded for the King's children to enter. His attention shifted to the large oak doors as they slowly opened. One by one, each child dressed their best emerged into the grand ball room. The last person to appear was Lilith, and Jon felt his heart skip. She was radiant, wearing a pale blue dress with flowers clinging to the waves in her black hair. Atop her head a floral crown, most likely the flowers from their garden. Her eyes met his and somewhere a flame ignited.
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Lilith approached Jon and her father, curtsying slowly. Ares boasted over his eldest daughter. "My pride! My angel, isn't she radiant!"
Jon nodded, "Yes, your Grace." Lilith blushed and stood straight.
Ares set a hand on Jon's back, the king stirring up a plan, "As our honored guests, I would be ever so joyous if you danced with my daughter."
Jon was taken aback, "My apologies, King Ignis, I don't believe that would be wise."
The king was startled, "Well why not?"
Jon swallowed, "I can not dance. I do not wish you make her look a fool." Jon couldn't dance, but that isn't the reason for turning down the king's proposal. He simply wished to remain distant from this beautiful flower, for she smelled dangerous.
The king nodded, "I can't dance either, my boy! Go," he shoved Jon in front of Lilith, the two just inches apart, "Have a good time!" Before Jon could protest he watched as the king wandered off with other noblemen.
His stare shifted back down to Lilith. She grabbed his hand, "Come with me!" In an instant Jon had been pulled to the center of the grand floor, music filling his ears as Lilith placed his hand on her waist.
"Don't feel ashamed, my Lord... I'm not the best dancer, myself," she spoke softly and guided him through their dance.
"I'm not ashamed," Jon responded. The music shifted now to a softer melody as people around them had stopped to stare.
"You look to be scared being here," Lilith chuckled, "My father does not bite." Their chests were pressed together as they moved.
Jon knew his face was bright red, "I'm not scared, princess, I prefer to remain alone..." From the crowd, a pair of piercing blue eyes found the dancers. A snake stalking his prey and a wolf in his way. Bringing a chalice of wine to his thin lips, he downed the fermented juice as if it were blood. His white hair tickled the top of his ears as he moved his head, following their every move.
