Jon couldn't believe he'd been so dense, there were times he felt as if he knew nothing at all. Jack was right, there was no way it was a coincidence that The Empress of Anansai, The Khal who ruled all other Khals and The King of The North would all just be mysteriously transplanted into the same fighting pit. Someone chose them, for what purpose was yet unclear but as far as Jon was concerned his next move hadn't changed, merely it had gotten more complicated.
"Aye, I'm The King of The North... You're right Jack. That's no coincidence, whatever their reasons for bringing us here doesn't change the fact that we're not staying, and neither are you."
Jack looked surprised, as if he hadn't considered Jon was serious about the attempt. He put his hand on Jack's shoulder reassuringly.
"We can do this, together. Though we will need help. I'll talk to Tenanye. You talk to Khal Jinn and we'll-"
Jack looked liked Jon just told him to shake hands with a grizzly bears, he opened his mouth to interject but Jon cut him off.
"We both know you can barely look at that girl without blushing, let me talk to her. What we're asking of her is no small thing. You convince Khal Jinn, you already said he likes you well enough right? Just... be yourself."
Jon patted his shoulder and walked off toward the where the food was being served before Jack had a chance to refuse. Jon trusted Jack, he knew he could do this. What actually worried Jon was his ability to convince Tenanye to side with him and Jack, a royal he'd never met from a country he'd never been to made up of a people he knew nothing about. Jon took a breath and sat down across from her at one of the many tables in the commissary. All the other fights had given her a wide berth, ensuring if they ate, they chose seats far away from her. Jon got a few looks but ignored them all as met the curious stare of Tenanye Ananse.
The first thing he noticed were her eyes, predatory and patient, like a spider watching to see if a moth would fly into her web. Her skin was the color of amber honey, warmed and fresh. Her hair was as black as his but gave way to waves as opposed to the curls he was so well known for. She was tall for a woman, roughly his height, with a slender build. There was no sign to account for her disproportionate strength which hinted at magic, what kind however Jon had no idea.
"Empress Tenanye, my name is Jon Stark, King of The North. We've never met but you have met my friend..."
He said turning to look at Jack across the courtyard who was standing in the shadow of Khal Jinn. He hadn't realized how small he was in comparison to the big man until now, he hoped Jack wasn't too nervous. He turned back to Tenanye who's eyes lingered on the two on the other side of the training ground.
She looked intrigued, and almost playful which was unsettling yet Jon continued regardless.
"Jack is trying to convince your cell mate as we speak to join us. I'm thinking, between the four of us, we might have a chance. If...."
He paused looking at the iron restraints around her wrists.
"We can get you out of those."
Here eyes fell to the iron on her wrists and for a moment Jon could see hatred glimmer in her eyes life fire light.