Lost Artefacts

Dothraki Sea

As the warm rays of the sun caressed the deck of the ship, Jon sat with Joanna, his young and precocious daughter. He leaned in close, holding two small vials of powders in his hands. "Now, Joanna," he began, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "this is my secret alchemical mix. It's something very special."

Joanna's eyes widened with curiosity as she listened attentively to her father's words. At the tender age of four, she possessed an intelligence beyond her years, just like her clever father.

Jon continued with a dramatic flair, "Once you combine these two powders, you light them with a spark, and then... BOOM!" He threw his arms up in the air, imitating an explosion, making sure to add a playful boom sound effect for emphasis.

Arianne, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and concern, finally chimed in. "Jon, are you sure it's alright to teach her about such things at her age?"

Jon chuckled, giving Arianne an exaggerated wink. "Oh, of course, it's perfectly fine! She's my daughter, after all. I have complete faith in her decision-making skills. Joanna will always make the best choices, won't you, my little genius?" he said, playfully tousling her hair.

Joanna beamed with pride, nodding eagerly. "Yes, I'll only ever do it when I'm not at sea, and only to people who I don't like"

Jon nods his head and turns to Arianne "See!? It's perfectly fine" he states.

"I don't think Cersei would appreciate you teaching her daughter that" a voice states as he enters the main deck from the cabins.

Here he was, the condition for taking Joanna on this trip, something that he cursed almost every second of this trip. Some had said that Jon was smug and arrogant, but they had never been in the presence of Jaime Lannister.

Cerseis's condition for letting Joanna go was that she was to be accompanied by a Kingsguard, and of course, the only one she trusted with Joanna was her brother.

Jon leans down to Joanna and whispers loudly "Don't worry, your uncle Jaime is just a little sour because I beat him in a fight and that's the only thing he can do" Joanna chuckles a bit.

Jaime's eyebrow twitches in anger as he heard every word that was said "You trapped me! If we had kept fighting I would've won!" He argues, though Jon just shrugs his shoulder. Before lifting Joanna and putting her on his shoulders.

"I'm only joking around with you Uncle Jaime, we're in the same boat here, on a ship full of Martels that want us dead" he states with humour.

'He has a point' Jaime thinks as he turns around noticing a piercing glare he was receiving from Obara as she steered the ship.

"Father are we going to meet my other family," Joanna asks as she leans her head down to look into his eyes.

Jon chuckles and lifts her off his shoulders holding her to his waist "Of course, and I know for a fact your great-grandmother will be very happy to meet you" he says eliciting an excited smile from her.

Something that made Jaime smile as well. Truth be told when Jaime first went into the delivery room and saw the head of black hair on her head he was furious, at first he believed it to be Roberts, that perhaps his Targaryen lineage had re-emerged inside of her resulting in the purple eyes. But he knew this wasn't the case when he saw how Cersei loved her.

He had never seen Cersei so taken with any of her children as much as she was with Joanna. When he confronted her about it she confessed that it belonged to Jon Snow or Daemon Targaryen. For a while, he tried to hate Joanna.

But in the end, he failed he couldn't hate her any more than he could hate his brother Tyrion. When she was around three she learnt that Jaime was travelling north with the king to go to the wall. She spent weeks in secret making something for him, and when it came time for Jaime to leave she walked up to him and handed him a small homemade scarf that was poorly made.