A Jon Snow sequel: Beyond the North (GAME OF THRONES)

XII. The Letter

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This chapter contains the following content: coarse language and male stupidity.

(Above photo is not mine)
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Dawn broke with the clashing of steel in the valley.  A sweet aroma cascaded over the hills; fawns grazed on vibrant greens sprouting up from the Earth.  Two bodies in the sea of clover moving with the waves in a waltz of swordplay.  The cool wind flew through the loose strands of raven hair from both parties.

Jon's dark eyes followed the beauty swiftly, matching her impeccable moves to block and strike.  Spring had returned to Notheros having just finished a very cold, but snowless winter, everyone was embracing the beautiful sun. He stared at the way her olive skin shimmered under the rays of the bright star above, like tiny crystals encapsulating her beauty.

Lilith paused her movements, noticing Snow beginning to slow. Her sword fell to her side, "What's wrong?"

Jon shook his head, "I'm fine.. Let's keep training." He moved to attack and Lilith blocked.

"You look as though something is on your mind," the princess made her move, nearly striking, but not fast enough for the crow, "Perhaps, our kiss?"

Snow huffed, "That is the furthest thing from my mind." He took a step forward, twirling the sword in his hand.

Lilith laughed, "Want to do it again?" Jon paused giving Lilith the perfect opportunity to strike. She gently touched his stomach with the tip of the blade, stopping her motion as soon as the steel grazed his leather clothing.

Jon furrowed his brows, knocking the blade away from his torso, "That is not up for discussion, princess." He sheathed his sword.

Biting her lip, she continued, "Then we should discuss us.." Her palm began to sweat, her grip tightening on the hilt.

Jon cracked a smile, "Us? Princess, there is no us. Besides, we're two very different people. It would never work." He moved past her to head back and begin his daily duties.

Lilith sheathed her sword, a cheeky grin curling her lips, "We aren't so much different, you and I. We're both bastards." Jon paused, his head cocking to the side as words continuously flow from her plump lips, "Well, I know you are a bastard no longer, but you spent your entire life being one and so have I."

Jon's attention had been captured, he twisted around to face her, "Your mother isn't the queen? Or your father isn't the king?"

Lilith fiddled with the string on her pants, "My mother. My father fell in love with one of the maidens working in the castle, but he was betrothed to another. The princess, Emylia, was also in love with another. My father and her came to an agreement that they would never have to bed one another, and they could continue to love who they wanted in secret. Whichever children my mother would bear, my father would claim to be Emylia's."

Jon questioned, "What about Emylia's children?"

The princess continued, "She loved a woman... Unfortunately for my father, my mother died during her first child birth and soon I grew very dark curly hair.  My father has red hair and Emylia gold, so the council questioned my legitimacy.  Emylia's lover vanished, and eventually the two of them had to consummate their marriage or my father would face the gallows.  When my brother, Ramses, was born the council voted him heir to Ram Valley and I was to be wed to the prince of The Blacklands."