"Wind & Words"

Name Day

Robb's 7th name day celebration
7 days after Jon & Dany's disagreement
Jon

It has been a whole week since I left Dany's bed chamber that night we almost became intimate.
Even though carnally I wanted to take her then and there. I couldn't help but think about the child that is still between us.
The child who I want to love but I cannot and will not because I selfishly love their mother more than I love the child.

Jon sat absent minded in his study looking over the battle plans that will be in motion if Dorne should attack Kings Landing.

My father would be disappointed in me if he knew I was trying to come up with a plan to sabotage my wife into miscarrying my very own child. There was no honor in even contemplating this horrific tragedy. Alas, it must be done. I need to slip some moon tea into Dany's goblet but I don't even know where to start. It needs to be done as soon as possible because my child grows bigger every day. Dany is almost to four months and once she's past that point I will no longer attempt to be rid of it. If Dany reaches that time fate will have to decide if I can keep my wife. I curse fate, in this situation. I wish I could keep them both but I know that is not reality. That's why I must take matters into my own hands.

"Knock-Knock!"

Jon shook off his thoughts and looked to his study room door.
"Enter!"

Samwell Tarly peeked through the door then smiled a 'it's just me' face.

I chuckled to myself watching my best friend approach me. He seemed to be in a good mood hopefully it would rub off on me. I've been a bit broody as of late. Since that night Dany has refused to speak with me or be in the same room as I am. Just when I thought we were making progress I pushed her away.

"How are the battle preparations coming Jon? Any news from Dorne?"

I shook my head 'no'.
"No Dorne is silent at the moment Sam but we need to be prepared for anything. I don't trust Ashara and I know she has a plan brewing. She's upset Dany is missing, I'm sure she suspects that's she's here. For Ashara to be silent for weeks is suspicious to me."

      Sam nodded his head comprehending what Jon was saying because he was right.
Sam then decided to ask Jon how things were going between he and his wife. Jon noticed his hesitation and huffed.

"What is it Sam? Come on spit it out. I can tell you want to ask me something."

Sam smirked nervously.
"Have you and Daenerys worked out your...your issues?"

Jon rubbed the peak of his nose in frustration from the question, he felt the headache coming on. He wasn't upset that Sam asked, he was just being a good friend. He was just frustrated with his and Dany's situation, therefore he hated speaking about it.
"No. She doesn't want to speak to me because she wants the baby."

Sam sighed.
"Then why don't you just support her Jon. It's out of your hands."

Jon stood up and slammed his fist on his wooden study table. This sudden act of frustration made Sam jolt up unexpectedly.

"It is NOT out of my hands! I will do all I can to make sure my wife survives! Even if she's on her birthing bed Sam. If I have to choose between she or the child, I will always choose Daenerys. Do you understand me? How can you even tell me to support her? You said she had a slim chance of surviving the next time she gave birth Sam."