The Game of Thrones

JON IV

Jon watched as Dany ran out the door from under Tormund's arm.  The crowd was still cheering, "King in the North!" as he unraveled himself from the wildling's grip.

    "I—" Jon said to Tormund as he began to walk away to take his seat again.  He looked over to Dany's empty one as he saw noticed Sansa and Bran missing as well. "What is going on?" Jon asked quietly to Tyrion.

    The dwarf shrugged. "I don't know. I'm sure it's nothing. Have more wine!" he said as he poured himself another glass.

    Jon looked at the door again nervously. Where is she? Is she alright? He went to stand up to check for himself as Tyrion grabbed his arm.

    "I'd let her go. She said she needed some 'air,'" Tyrion emphasized.

    Jon studied his face trying to search for clues about her whereabouts, but there was nothing. He simply nodded his head as he sat back in his seat in defeat. A few moments passed as Jon zoned out at the crowd dining in the Great Hall.

Suddenly, a voice brought him back to reality when it said, "So I heard you're a Targaryen."

Jon looked over to see Jaime Lannister taking Dany's empty seat next to his drunken brother. How does he know? He turned his attention to the empty glass in front of him in order to avoid the conversation.

"So it's true!" Jaime pestered on.

Jon continued to ignore him as he rolled his eyes. He knew Tyrion wasn't paying attention, so he was all alone in this.

"Ah— I see the dilemma," Jaime acknowledged as he nodded his head. "You love her, but she's your—"

"Aunt. She's my aunt," Jon hissed quietly. Can't he see I want to be left alone?

Jaime smiled. "You know it won't get any better," he responded lightly.

"What?" Jon asked, finally facing the golden knight.

"Your feelings for her."

Jon casted an annoyed glance as continued to Jaime smile. Jaime thinks he can get under my skin this way. In order to avoid confrontation, Jon stood up and proceeded to exit the Great Hall to go back to his bedchamber. I'll find Dany later then.

However, Jaime continued to follow him. "Are you just going to torture yourself for the rest of your life?" the knight called after him; his voice echoing off the dark stone walls. "That sounds pretty awful. You're Targaryens, no one will bat an eye."

He could feel the fury starting to boil up inside him, but Jon took a deep breath to dissipate it. Can he just go away?

"It's almost expected if you. It seems like a terrible waste to not—"

That's it.

Jon turned around to face Jaime with a wicked look in his eyes. "Not about to discuss anything with you," he growled.

Jaime tried to hide the surprise from his reaction, but Jon could see a flash of fear in his face.  However, it quickly faded as the knight started to laugh. "Well, who better?"

Jon gave another dark glare as he turned around to continue his attempt to run away from this conversation.

"You're afraid of it, aren't you?" Jaime teased. "The brave and honorable Jon Snow fucking his own family member. Sounds a little ironic to me as you are so disgusted with me fucking my twin sister."

Jon whipped around again. "Fucked.  You fucked your sister. You don't do it anymore, and never will again," Jon corrected. He turned around to face him. "How does that make you feel?" Jon watched as he studied his face as the difficult question sat in the air.