The Realm's Saviour (A GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION)

Chapter 20

The feast after the perfect ceremony was a wonderous way to end a glorious event.

Singing, dancing, wine. Music thundered through the hall with talks and laughter of people.

As Ashara sat on the high table watching Jon dance with Janyance she wondered if her father would be happy for her, or if he cared at all. She and Arya were the only ones at the high table. The rest of the family was dancing, Arya never liked dancing so she stayed with Ashara.

"If Jon's being a prick I'll beat him up for you," Arya said as she came from the other end of the table and sat beside Ashara.

"I'll count on that," Ashara said smiling.

"What are you going to name it," Arya asked about the child Ashara carried.

"If it is a boy, Artos and if it is a girl, Marja," she stated.

"I like them," Arya said smiling and hugged her.

At that moment Jon came up to Ashara, as did Jany. Arya whispered something to Jany and the two ran off. Ashara was to tired and happy to be angry at them, so she let them run off.

"Would my dearest wife, Princess Ashara Arii, care for a dance with her husband," Jon asked bowing.

"Indeed, your wife would be delighted to dance with the Prince of Ariies," Ashara stood up smiling and took the outstretched hand of Jon.

Music of the lute, flute, and harp filled the room. Many of the wedding guests danced in the small area in the middle of the great hall. Jon took Ashara and the two danced, or rather tried to. Neither of them knew how to properly dance so they just guessed how it should be done. They thought it looked quite silly and rather odd, but in truth it was not all that bad.

"You are a great father," Ashara whispered into Jon's ear.

"But Jany is not even our daughter," Jon chuckled softly.

"It doesn't matter, you are a great father to both of them," Ashara smiled, Jon took a moment to touch Ashara slightly swollen belly, "I do not care what you think, you will and are a magnificent father."

"I have decided to leave Jany here in Winterfell after we set out and call the banners," Ashara said on a more serious note. There was a silence between them as they danced with each other.

"I love you so much," Jon said as they twirled.

"As do I," she replied and they shared a quick kiss.

As the night of festivities progressed, many of the younger yawning children were put to bed. Jany wanted Ashara to put her to bed, and Ashara so kindly agreed. She brought her up to her chambers and tucked her into the warm cuddly bed. As Ashara kissed her head and was about to leave Janyance grabbed her hand.

"What is it my sweet little flower," Ashara asked.

"Can you tell me a story," Jany asked so sweetly, "Please?"

"And what type of story would you like," Ashara asked croutching by the bed.

"One about Ariies, one that Arya told me about," Jany smiled, tired.

Ashara sat on the bed and told her the legend.

Many moons ago, when Westeros had not yet been united, there were three islands to the west. Each governed itself and had its own ruler. King Arii rules the island of Ariies, the largest, with his family, King Declan ruled the isle of Declesse, the most lush, with his wife, and King Caystor ruled Castoria, the smallest. The three isles were always at war, all wanted control and power, and with the lush for control the kings grew more selfish and blind in themselves. One day King Arii decided to ambush King Caystor during the night. But on his way to the isle he had to turn and go back to Ariies for a ferocious storm had taken set. The Kings thought it was the worst storm in moons. But little did any of the rulers know that the storm was the fault of an giant ancient silver serpent awakening from its slumber of a thousand years. He was hungry and had the thirst for destruction.  The next morn news had reached King Arii and King Declan that the serpent had destroyed King Caystor and his isle in the night, and it was headed to King Declan. Declan pleaded Arii for his help, or they would all be destroyed. King Arii, who was a smart and wise man, sent only three of his twenty ships to King Declan’s aid, so he would have others to protect his isle. When Arii arrived he was horrified to see the lush, beautiful isle of Declesse destroyed and in ruin, all its people dead. The Silver Serpent was satisfied and started its way to Ariies, but there was one thing in his way, King Arii and his three ships. The serpent chuckled and destroyed two of the three ships with a flick of his tail. The Serpent was about to destroy the ship when he was stopped by something. King Arii’s singing prayer, the serpent was charmed and impressed and chose not to destroy Arii and his island kingdom. The serpent became part of the kingdom of Ariies. After the event people named King Wynn Arii, King of Serpents. Legend says that when the Silver Serpent died so did the kingdom, some say the kingdom still exists.

"Momma," Jany yawned.

"Yes flower," Ashara said.

"The Silver Serpent has come back," she sighed as her eye lids futtered closed.

"Yes flower," Ashara whispered, "He has."

Ashara waltzed back down the hall and hummed the sweet tune of the wedding. For once everything made sense to her. Love, her path, family in a way, and her purpose.

As Ashara rounded the corner she bumped hard into something. She looked up and saw a large muscular man in dark clothes and face hidden by his hood. Ashara could see a long pink scar across his neck.

"My apologies, I was not paying attention," she appologized as she walked out of the way. The man made to appoligzes either. As Ashara started walked she felt a cold hand grab her arm, it was the mysterious man.

"May I help you Ser," she asked looking up at him.

The man started dragging her and she worried more.

"Ser stop, stop," Ashara said and them finally she yelled, "Stop, Jon help!"

At that moment the man covered her mouth. She tried to bite his hands but her mouth was to small to bite the giant hand that held her. He gagged her mouth with a piece of thick cloth and covered her head with a burlap sack, hands and feet bound. Ashara tried with all her might to get free but to no avail.

She could her running feet, boots hitting the floor, she was shoved up somewhere, a horse she thought. The mans hands left her and she fell off the horse with a thud, and groaned in pain and she fell on her stomach. She could her muffled voices and then clashing swords.

"Damn this sack," Ashara cursed as the burlap sack hurt her head and was rather itchy. She could feel a rash forming at the back of her neck.

After a couple of minutes of lying on the hard dirty ground, a pair of hands helped her up and took the cursed sack off.

"Ashara," a voice said as the sack was taken off.

She took a deep breath, "Jon."

"Oh Ashara," he rejoyced as he quickly untied her hands and feet.

As the two hugged and stood up. Ashara's dress, the area by the top of her legs was soaked in blood. Ashara felt light headed, a was about to faint. She was wobbly on her feet was Jon picked her up bridal style and quickly ran Ashara up to his chambers and rushed to find Measter Luwin.

After sometime, and Jon pacing the outside door of his chambers with Ghost on his heel, Measter Luwin, exited the room.

"What is it, what happened, is Ashara ok," Jon asked worried and nervous.

"I am so sorry Jon, she miscarried, the child is gone," Measter Luwin said as he looked to the floor his face pale and sad them looked away.