Lost Artefacts

The Cult of Boash

Jon and Joffrey had been led into the Prince of Streets private Solar where they were both given food and something to drink, something Joffrey took to immediately as it had been a while since he'd been offered such fine food and wine. Jon however was ever suspicious so of course he let Joffrey indulge himself first to check whether the food and wine weren't poisoned, though he didn't tell that to the young king.

"Enjoying the food Joffrey," Jon asked with a side glance at the boy king, he didn't look sick but sometimes you couldn't tell. While he waited to see if Joffrey would fall over and die he thought about their current host, he hadn't revealed much to them about what his intentions were, only that they involved the maze on Lorassyon which annoyed Jon to no end as he no doubt wanted the Starlight crown so that he could become the true king of Lorath and unite his people blah blah blah. Jon had seen and heard this hundreds of times, when a young man comes into power and is quite popular with the lords or small folk they have delusions of grandeur, that they were put here for a higher purpose.

'Greatness comes from inside.'

He remembered the words that his father had told him when he was younger, he tried to impart those words on Aegon but he was determined to get the Sword of Hyrkoon not realising that even an artefact as great as that wouldn't change who he was. As sad as it is to think, Aegon was never going to be King and even if he did sit on the throne he would've simply been used by the people that put him there.

'Not like any of that matters anyway, I can always just steal it like usual.' He thought to himself, though it did mean making enemies in Lorath, a place that he hadn't visited properly. Jon looked over towards Joffrey who was still stuffing his face like it was the first time he'd seen food in weeks, though in all fairness Jon had been feeding him sea rations the entire trip which didn't taste the best. Jon started to fork his food into his mouth as he came to the conclusion that any poison would have killed him by now and any slow-acting poison would give him time to put something together.

He was in the middle of eating a piece of honeyed chicken when the door behind him opened and the Prince of the Streets came sauntering in with a cocky grin on his face. It was at times like this when Jon was glad he was born a bastard if he had lived as a Prince in the Red Keep he might have turned out the same way as this man, dressed flamboyantly and spending more time looking in the mirror than doing anything of actual significance.

"I hope the food is to your liking." The Prince said as he walked around the table and took a seat at the far end, as he did the servants that had followed him placed a platter in front of him as well as a lavishly designed goblet that they quickly filled with wine.

"The food is delicious, I've never had such exotic food even in Kings Landing, bring me some mo-" Jon slapped the back of Joffrey's head before he could finish the sentence.

"Show Courtesy to our host," Jon said sternly to Joffrey who swallowed his food before sitting up straight.

"Thank you for the feast Prince, I hope I may someday be able to repay the favour if you ever visit Kings Landing," Joffrey said in a charming voice, though to Jon's ears it was forced though he didn't much care for sincerity as most of the world thrived on fake smiles and honeyed words, though he hoped the boy wasn't stupid enough to reveal his title.

The Prince of Streets laughed heartily as he took a swig from his goblet "I am glad that I can introduce you to our cuisines," he said as he waved off Joffrey's earlier words before snapping his fingers signalling the servants to bring more food "And you Jon Snow? Or would you prefer Daemon Targaryen?" He asked as his gaze drifted over to Jon who was taking small sips from his cup.

"Jon is fine, most who know me by Daemon Targaryen are dead," Jon said in jest making the Prince smile in amusement.

"Very well, Jon it shall be, it is the name you built your reputation. Maester Snow, Bastard Adventurer... Thief." The Prince said with a smirk on his face.