Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Bitterness of honey and milk

Oberyn had stayed for a bit longer, yet Medusa Meer had been unyielding. Neither falling for his attempts of seduction nor bowing to his arguments. Only once had he dared to speak a threat. It had ended with ten spears pointed at him and the serpent queens dagger at his throat. That day he had learned a valuable lesson. No one threatens Matos's prince. No one. At least not if they want to live. And so he had left with the promise on his life and that of his family that no word of the small child with brunette locks and a white strand but like his mothers and with pale blue eyes.
Seeing her with her son had him wishing he had treated his daughters that way, not making them fight the moment they could walk.
However he couldn't help but wonder who the childs father might be.

Jon Arryn was dead. Medusa Meer had shrugged off the news. She had never bothered more than necessary with Westeros, however the announcement of marriage between the widow of the man and the mockingbird himself made her ears perk up. It made her realise just how quickly people one trusts could become enemies. It made her realise that she needed to see him. If only for a moment. If only to show him their son.

She hurriedly grabs her son who runs across deck, carrying him back underneath deck. The weather had been less than good but her trust in the gods was unwavering. They would make it without any losses. And her belief was correct. After days out on the sea they set anchor at the port of Braavos. Veiling herself with long, flowing fabrics she  conceals her sleeping son in her arms, fastening a dagger to her right at reach in case of danger. Then she walks towards the house of black and white. Depictions of all god's of death of all religions greet her as she walks through the doors and takes in the view, slightly darkened by black tulle and lace. Before she sees him she can feel him. "It has been a while, my love." Her words make the man disguised as an old man freeze. He nears her and she brushes back her veils. Pulling off the faces concealing him he steps to her. "Why are is my queen here?" Feeling their son shift she smiles. "Times are growing dire my love. And I can not put myself in possible danger if I haven't told you yet." "Mommy?" Jaqen can feel the blood in his veins freeze. "Avalon, my little snake.. it's time to meet your father." The small boy shooting out from underneath the cloak looks too much like him to not be his. "My.. son..?" He looks at the green eyed woman again for confirmation. She only nods and smiles. Opening his arms he picks up the toddler, holding him close. A little precious life in his hands. His other arm reaches out and he pulls the serpent queen into his chest. Her eyes are brimming with tears and a happy smile rests on her lips as she kisses him deeply before dropping her head against his shoulder as he showers his son with affections for the first time in both of their lives.
Never did he imagine he could father children. Much less those of a woman, a queen so truly good, loyal and loving. "How old.." "A bit over two years. He was born in August. It took six hours and I felt like I was going to die but then there he was. Those eyes were yours. His hair and nose too. He was a part of you and I wouldn't have been able to desert him if I wanted to." "A man apologises. A man should have been there with his woman.", Jaqen breathes, cupping her cheek. "Duty was calling, my love. And I didn't want to make it seem as if I was using my pregnancy go force you to stay. So I let you go without a word. If someone should apologize it would be me. I apologize. Will you still be able to love me and our son?" "A man couldn't think of anything he loves more. How long will his queen and son stay?" Medusa hums. "For a few days. Tensions are growing stronger. I fear there will be war. I needed you to finally meet him before everything boils over." Jaqen runs his fingers through her hair, his eyes closing as she leans into his touch, fully trusting. "I love you." "And this man loves you, my queen." She smiles. "Jaqen?" "We are waiting for you." Smiling the man cups her neck, kissing her forehead. "The faceless god will show me a sign when this man can leave and return to you." "Then his queen shall be patient for longer." They both give their affections to their child, who hasn't stopped clutching his father's neck, their silhouettes disappearing further and further into the temple.
Hidden inside she allows him to gain back all the hours he had lost with the the young boy. They spent days in the temple until they had to go back. Cupping his cheek Medusa kisses his lips one last time before concealing herself and their child, leaving. It takes everything out of the two parents to allow the distance between to grow again.
As Medusa Meer carries their softly crying son away the faceless man looks at her retreating, his feet rooted in place. "How did the woman recognise a man?" "A man's woman does not need to see his face to know it is him. She feels it." "What will a man do?" "A man will pray to the faceless god for a sign to show him that he is free to go home." "A man does not have a home." "A woman does forget that home must not always be a place. It may also be a person."