"Wind & Words"

Celebration

Jon

     Jon squinted his eyes, the sun was beaming through the windows of his chamber, right into his sleepy eyes. He groaned at the pounding pain in his head.
   "Seven hells, I need to stop drinking, this pain is ridiculous." He whispered to himself while he sat up and grabbed his forehead with one hand. He felt dizzy and the pounding wouldn't stop, 'I need some of Sam's concoction to help me function.'
    Jon turned to the side where Dany slept and she was absent, he glanced to his son's cradle and it was vacant as well.
      Jon sighed and remembered why he had got drunk last night. Dany was upset with him and she still was, judging by their empty chambers. Jon let out a sigh, then he made his way to the door and told the guard to find Sam and have him bring the 'special concoction.' The soldier placed his hand to his chest and went off in search of Maester Samwell.
     Jon unlaced his day old pants and made his way to the bath drawn for him. He laid in the warm bath and placed the wash cloth over his eyes to try and stop the throbbing in his head. As he laid their comfortably for almost twenty minutes he heard his chamber doors open and spoke, "It's about damn time you got here Sam, I need that shit tasting concoction of yours to stop this pounding in my head from all the ale I consumed last night!"
   Jon didn't hear a reply but felt finger tips caress his shoulder, he smiled still blindfolded by the damp wash cloth.
   "Dany, why don't you join me my love, I'm sorry about yesterday. Let me show you how sorry I am. Please forgive me my Queen?"
Jon still heard nothing, so he sat up and grabbed the wash cloth from his eyes. His head was still in pain but he gasped when he saw who had caressed him, Arianne Martell was standing beside him smirking while her eyes lingered over his naked body in the tub.
    "What the hell are you doing here?!" Jon said while trying to cover his manhood under the water, with the wash cloth. "These are mine and the Queen's private chambers, you have no right to be in here violating my privacy. Go now!"  Jon watched as Arianne smirked at him then licked her lips still staring at his body. Her eyes were full of lust then she finally looked him in the eyes, "I'm so sorry My King, all these doors look the same and I must have taken a wrong turn. I confused your chambers for mine, apologies Your Grace."
     Jon was upset and shocked by her lie, she knew these weren't her chambers. When she turned to walk away, Jon huffed upset and then said to her in a harsh tone, "I don't know who you think you are Lady Martell or what you're attempting to achieve but I can assure you if you disrespect me like this again I'll punish you."
   Arianne turned before she exited his chamber doors and slyly smirked, "Promise?"
Jon's mouth gaped open at her sexual response, then furrowed his brows in distaste. 'What the fuck was that about?' He thought to himself but now more than ever he believed what his sister's and Dany were telling him. Arianne Martell has an agenda and he seemed to be her main target. Jon felt uneasy and washed himself quickly to finish his bath. Moments later when he was all changed he was startled by the hard knock on his door, he was hesitant but said, "Enter." He was relieved to see that it was Sam and gave a sigh of relief. Ghost followed behind Sam and made his way to his owner, Jon pat the top of his dire-wolf's head. Jon knew Sam noticed his uneasiness.
    "What's the matter with you Jon? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Sam asked as he handed Jon the vile full of his cure.
Jon took the small vile, uncorked the top with his thumb and gulped it all down. He swallowed while making a sour face and then answered his friend after he wiped his mouth.
   "It's nothing Sam, my head is just unbearable and I'm late for the banquet planning. We have a big day today and I can't believe I've already missed half of it sleeping from being drunk. Listen Sam your my best friend don't let me drink that much again, alright?" Sam chuckled, "As you wish but we all know you can't be stopped when you brood over your wife." Jon chuckled at his friend, "Speaking of my wife, where is she Sam? And what fucken time is it, I really hope it's not past noon."
   Actually it's not noon yet and the Queen is with Lady Sansa, they're looking over all the details for the Prince's celebration. There was a crisis about the cake earlier but Martha took care of it." Jon chuckled, alright I'm feeling much better now, thanks Sam let's go find my wife hopefully she'll speak to me today." Sam laughed, "I'm sure if she does it will only be out of civility." Jon snacked Sam on the arm, "That's not true but honestly I'll take whatever I can get. Maybe I can sneak in a kiss while we're being civil in front of everyone." Jon hoped Dany would forgive him for the day before but he knew he'd have to tell her of the incident with Arianne. He also knew she would not be pleased, he wasn't happy about it either. But they promised no more secrets so that's that, he knew what he must do. Jon just didn't know what he was going to say, or how to say it. "Come on boy," he said Ghost obeyed and followed his master out of his chambers.