Reminiscent

Part 1

PRESENT DAY

The cold, dry breeze swayed the length of her diaphanous evening gown and filled her nostrils with the sweet smelling oils of her unbraided hair. Her thirst stirred for some of that vintage wine from Tyrion’s stock and that thing Jon gave to her earlier in the hotter part of noon. Her unclad sex moistened at the thought. Oh! How the heat makes her wish Jon would fuck her under a cascade of expensive wine.

Trailing her fingers on the low table of her vanity, a smile played on her lips, as the memories of a bare-chested Jon training in the courtyard, earlier today whipped across her mind. Watching all those men fall to the prowess of his skill with a sword or rather swords was delightful to say the least. He had only begun to change his fighting style a two moons ago, after a well-coordinated attack on the road, somewhere around Slaver’s Bay or rather Dragon’s Bay as she renamed, on their return from the festivals. 

Oh! How the ladies gawked and cheered at him as he twirled, leaped and landed successive hits to his opponent’s shield and sword; his long hair whipping with his movements. They all want him, men and women, she could see it in their eyes and sometimes heard it from court tales Missandei would bring to her willing ears. It had worried her without a doubt, but she trusts Jon and she knows that their love and bond is solid.

When he knocked his opponent to the hot sands, everyone cheered for their king. He was never one to bask in adulation but he managed a weak smile; directed to his opponent though. Offering an arm to the man, his big arm muscles bulged. Jon slapped the man’s back in encouragement. Afterwards, he started walking towards the warrior men gathered together. The extreme heat glistened his sweaty body. The ends of his dripping hair stuck to his neck and clavicles. Jon had only begun to be comfortable without a shirt when his scars had almost faded and when the weather turned extremely hot. After wiping his face with a towel and downing a tall cup of water, he made a beeline to his wife and firmly planted a lingering kiss to her lips and received their son from her arms afterwards. From that moment, it didn’t take long before they were in their chambers for him to have his wicked way with her.

Such pleasant memories filled her mind as she sensually moved a raspberry around her smiling lips before eating. She reached the decanter and poured herself some wine. She stared closely at its almost pale gold content before unwisely deciding to down it quickly; so quickly she regretted it. Patting her half-exposed chest, she let out a voluntary cough; and just about then she heard the door open to the happy voices of her husband, Jon; and son, Jahaerys.

TWO YEARS AGO

“He is Ned come again.” The midwives of the North said. Jahaerys was born in Winterfell during a second attack by the undead army. They had hardly enough time to shore up their defenses from the previous attack when the horns blared once again. At that time, Daenerys was in the Great Hall finalizing food arrangements with some lords and commanders.

Prior to the strike, Dany had given Jorah, Lord Manderly and Lord Cerwyn charge over the soldiers. As the soldiers readied themselves, the few defenseless were been led to the crypts for cover; and Dany, ripe with child as she was, carefully climbed up the battlements. Her presence inspired the men and women who defended the castle.

The battle began shortly and the defenses they erected some days ago didn’t last as long as they had hoped it would; for giants, for the first time in the Winterfell battle, joined the litter of walking skeletons. They punched through wall and wood for the wights to gain entry; and soon, the castle was overrun and pandemonium broke loose.

Three unsullied guards led Dany, Sansa and Missandei to safety. The wights shot ice arrows at them as they dismounted the stairs unto the courtyard; one accurate shot got one of the unsullied in the eye, no one seemed to notice. Dany at this point with her hand on her belly, was struggling to breathe through the cold air. A few paces later she stopped in her tracks, bending and heaving greatly; when suddenly a large spear flashed before her and pinned the remaining two guards together; the women gasped in fear.