Lost Artefacts

Valar Morghulis

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Jon stood at the table with a lap of the Dothraki sea in front of him, he had spent several days in here refusing to leave the War Room until he came up with a viable plan to beat the Dothraki army. He asked Rhaella to take care of Joanna as he couldn't afford to have any distractions, though he didn't explain what he was doing, Daenerys would likely offer herself to stop him from doing something this stupid.

No matter how he thought of it a straight fight would be a massacre, even 5,000 well-equipped men with spears would break upon the Dothraki riders numbering up to 40,000. He sat down again slamming the table in frustration as he pours himself a mother cup of wine.

"I see you're not having much luck then" His companion states from across the table, his usual smug attitude dripping from his words.

"Fuck off Jaime... if only the smart Lannisters were present, with my luck I got stuck with the dumb one" he replied to him getting a laugh from Jaime.

"If my Father were here he would've married Daenerys to the Khal a long time ago" he states humorously.

Jon smiles and then a silence drops over them, they both knew what kind of situation they were in and it weighed heavily on both of them though Jon a lot more so.

Jon leans back in his chair "Do you think about the men you've killed?"

Jaime nods his head "In my dreams mostly, and it's usually your grandfather"

"I think about them all, it's the only way I can be certain I've not succumbed to madness" Jon states solemnly.

"And now I'm about to add 40,000 people more to the graves beneath my feet, who will most likely die screaming as I can't afford to give them an honourable death" he continues.

"I spent a fair amount of time guarding King Aerys and I can say with certainty you two are nothing alike" Jaime says with a tired look on his face.

Jon snickers, he then looks at Jaime a bit more seriously "You can't stay with me in this tent forever, I hope you realise"

Jaime frowns his smile disappearing from his face as he takes a deep drink from his cup "I think it best that I do not show my face to her"

Jon shakes his head "Best for who?" He replies.

Jon then sighs as he leans forward "Speak to my Grandmother Jaime, you have the chance to say to her all the things that you wished you could say when you thought she died"

Jaime looks conflicted, though Jon knows he's gotten through to him, no matter how much he may poke fun at him he knows that under all of his arrogance and bravado, Jaime has the heart of a knight and when it comes down to it he will do the right thing.

"Now leave me be while I try to get us out of this mess that our leaders have gotten us into" Jon states with exasperation.

Jaime not concentrating simply nods his head as he gets up and leaves the tent lost in his thoughts.

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"Aegon you need to consider this carefully" Jon Connington said as they were in his tent having a discussion away from the other commanders.

Aegon frowns, he didn't like the direction this conversation was going "It's absurd Jon, I can't betray my brother like that"

Jon grabs his shoulder "We don't have a choice when he takes those 5,000 men he'll be slaughtered and we will be at a worse disadvantage and find ourselves dying on this hill"