Jon Stark's Story

Max moved through the tavern, pouring drinks to the pirates and smugglers that had entered. She was oddly content, she wasn't happy, but she was as close as she could get on Nassau. She was glad for her brother though, he seemed to be getting there too. It was at that moment that Eleanor walked out of her office with a captain, no doubt handling some sort of business. Max gave her a subtle smile, that Eleanor did not return, she saw her, but didn't smile.

Max's faded. She loved Eleanor, but the secrecy of their relationship was taking it's toll. She didn't want it to be a secret, she wanted to show her love for her anytime she wanted and at first, Eleanor's reasons made some sense but now, Max was smarter then she was when she first arrived, she knew how this place worked. If they'd go after Eleanor, they would go after her. If they wanted to hurt Eleanor, they'd attack her suppliers, Max would be the last thing they went after.

That and, everyone knew that James Flint had a fondness of her, they wouldn't risk setting him off, nor the Crimson Lady, to whom everyone knew was his and didn't need much of an excuse to shed blood.

Hands slide around her hips and pulled her down suddenly. She turned, a fake smile plastered on her face as she poured the man a glass of rum. Eleanor's eyes fell on hers just before she walked out with the pirate.

He kissed her neck and she let him it was odd but she knew who this was. Marden, a friend of sorts "what do you have?" She asked, in a whisper. His kisses moved to her ear and stopped. "You asked about the North, I have information." he said and she turned to him, smiling.

"Meet me out back in five minutes." She said, and got up from his lap. She kept her composure but her heart was racing. She had been waiting for news of the North for three years. It was what started her information brokering in the first place. She was told a few secrets, men were incredibly playable when drunk, and they all said she had kind eyes that made them want to talk and in order to keep those secrets, she asked for information in return. His was one of them. He had a particular love for his captain that he could never share, less they kill him for it.

That's why his kisses didn't bother her.

She finished serving drinks and met the pirate out back, once she was sure there was no one around, she asked him.

"What do you know?"

"The King of the North, apparently, he was abducted."

Clara blinked. "K-king of the North?" She asked and he nodded. " Aye, they said he'd just wedded a a gyspy girl from the east, not even two weeks later, he was gone."

"Mance Rayder?" She asked, his name bitter on her tongue. He frowned. " No, ma'am, Mance Rayder is dead, Jon Stark took his head, ended the warring."

"Why did you not tell me this?" Clara felt weak. Jon was alive, not only alive, but he killed Mance Rayder himself, ended the war, and was married....but now he's gone?

"Well, I didn't think you cared for the goings on in the North, but with the King missing,I figured that was something you'd like to know, cause, you're friends with James Flint and the Crimson Lady." He said and she nodded, securing her Max's mask.

"Alright, thank you." She said and he nodded, and the two of the went their separate ways.

Clara walking with purpose, needed to tell someone, but who she needed to tell was out to sea, had been for weeks now, and there was no telling when he'd be back. She made her way to Eleanor's office, trying not to let her excitement take over. She opened the door and Eleanor looked up as she closed the door.

"Eleanor, I have...amazing news." She said, her smile couldn't be wider.

"What is it?" She asked, setting down her quail pen, Clara walked up t her, taking her hands.

"My brother, my other brother, J-Jon, he lives." She said, and Eleanor looked at her and there was something in her eyes that caused Clara's smile to disappear.

It had taking time,patience, and trail and error but Clara'd learned to read faces, it was important to be able to tell what someone was thinking by the sutblest of expressions and by the look on Eleanor's face told her all she needed.

Clara snatched her hands away. "You knew." It wasn't a question.

Eleanor swallowed. "I'd heard ru--"

"Bullshit, you knew, you knew Jon was alive....why didn't you tell me?"

Eleanor's mouth opened and Clara knew she was about to lie. Clara backed away from her. "Don't, Don't you dare lie to me now...." She said and Eleanor took a breath.

"Why didn't you tell me, Eleanor." She asked again and Eleanor looked down at the floor.

"I knew if you found out, after Flint, you'd want to leave."

Clara looked at her. "Of course I'd want to leave, Eleanor this is not my home." She said and Eleanor looked hurt. "You'd want to leave me." She said and Clara shook her head, laughing humourlessly.

"You don't know me at all do you?" She asked, tears in her eyes. " I would have asked you to come to with me." She said and Eleanor looked away. "But you do know me, and you knew I would....That's wasn't it all, more lies...." Clara said shaking her head. "You don't want to leave, but you didn't want to make a choice."She said and Eleanor didn't deny it. Clara sighed. "I'm asking you now....Come with me." She said. "Let us leave....together, we have a real life in the North. No fear, no pirates, just us, and love..."

"I've spent my life trying to build something here. It's all I have, I can't walk away."Clara felt if she were punched in the gut.




"It is not all you have! Eleanor, it's just sand!" She exclaimed. " It can not love you back, you know this, you must know this." She said and paused.

"Of course, I know that, Max, but...."


"Your father left, your mother was taken from you, Everyone, you've ever loved, you have lost, it and it terrifies you." Clara said and looking at her. "But not me, I will never, ever leave you, I love you." She told her, for the first time. Eleanor looked truly shocked by this, but Clara could see that didn't change anything.

"Eleanor, please...."

Eleanor didn't say anything and Clara nodded. "I am grateful for all that you've done for me, Eleanor Guthrie, I love you, I truly do, but when my brother returns, he's taking me back home, if you are there when I go,or not, is your choice....but it is your choice." She told her and Max walked toward the door.

"Max, Don't walk out that door." Eleanor said. " That is not my name." She said and kept walking, her hand touched the doorknob and she hesitated, turning to her one last time. "you can not see what is right in front your nose." She told her and turned.

"Max....Max if you leave out that door, you won't be welcome back."

Max chuckled. Eleanor was trying to take control of a situation that was out of hers and she knew it.

"That is your choice." She said and opened the door walking out. She was half way down the hall, toward her room, when Eleanor's footstep came barreling out.

"Fine! Get your things! and Get the fuck out!" She shouted for the whole tavern to hear. " You are dead to me, Max!"

Max looked at her. "I died a long time ago." She said, and did what she asked, she got her things, packed them as best she could, and left the tavern.

It was a good thing Clara had been so kind, that she'd made friends with many of the pirates here. Sure half of them was hoping to take her to bed, but the other half was just friendly as they helped her with her things, and a few offered to take her in, on their ship or what have you but she needed something of her own.
She was standing outside of the tarven, unsure what to do or where to go when a hand touched her shoulder.
"Max." she turned to see Marden behind her. "Marden." She said. "I heard what happened, Did I do that?"

"No....That was no one's fault but the parties involved." She said and Marden nodded. "I have more information, I think could be beneficial." he said and she looked up at him.

"What?"

"Noonan died, this morning....he had no one to take his place at his brothel....It's a mess, you could....People like you, from whores to the pirates, you could be the one to run things there, they'll respect you enough. "
The gears were already turning. There was a leadership hole in the brothel, and with her skills and knowledge, it would be perfect place for her to own, while she waited for Robb to return. She'd make enough coin and then some to pay the Captian to take her home then she could leave all of this behind. She looked up at the tarven where she worked, lived and loved for three years. It was gone now and there was no getting it back. Eleanor would never leave this place, she would die here. Clara was sure of that.

"Thank you, Marden." She said, and he helped her with her things and they headed over to Noonan's. She'd give it to him when it was time for her to leave.

It didn't take long for her to get things is order, and it would take time for her to take full control but nearly everyone knew the Max was the new owner and madame of the biggest brothel of Nassau.

She couldn't wait to see her brother's face when he found out.

Dae stood looking out of the window, dressed in a purple gown that felt too tight, watching the snow fall. This wasn't her snow. Her snow was taken from her. He didn't leave her, like some would like to believe, nor did she do anything to hurt him. She would never. She would die before she let that happen but of course they would think that. They'd been only married for a forenight.

She closed her eyes, her heart trying not to break.

"You're Grace." called one of Jon's Kingguard. "Yes."
"You've a raven....from Meereen." He said and she nodded. "Is it about Jon?" She asked and his hesitation spoke volumes. "I'll read it later." She said, tiredly. "Yes, You're Grace." He said and she could hear his footsteps leading away.

"Please, find him." She begged and he stopped. "He is alive, I know it, I can feel it." She said, brushing her tears with a crooked finger.

"We will find him, You're Grace, We will." He told her and she nodded. She watched the snow fall some more. Recalling the happiest day of her life.

Her handmaids brushed her hair, over and over and she swore her scalp was going to tear off. They weren't sure what to do with hair like hers, she was from the east, born in the sun, her skin was warm and her hair was thick, soft, but thick. Trying to get it into Northern braid was not n easy feat. " You're Grace, are we hurting you?" asked a sweet woman they called Old Nan. "No, Ma'am, you're not....not really." She said with a smile and a wince. She was happy, despite the pain in her scalp. When they were finished with her, she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look Northern, though she wore a while fur shaw and a dress that circled her feet, made of thick fabric, she didn't look Eastern either, though her hair was still dark as was her skin. She was painted, only slightly, her hair brushed and combed so tight that it reached down her back, and spilled down her back. They tied a loose braid, as was her family's' tradition. A married woman wore her hair tied, and for added touch, they added small northern flowers.

"You look lovely my Dae flower." She turned to see her father, in the wheeled chair Jon had commissioned for him. She smiled at him. "Thank you, Papa, I am so nervous, I don't know why."

"It is a huge step you are taking, I was the same way with your mother,." He told her before a round of coughing over took him. She started for him but he stopped her with a hand. He was on his last leg, they both knew it. When on proposed she wanted the wedding to happen quickly so that her father could it. "No no, don't you dare, not today, this is your day, my sweet girl, don't you worry about me."

"That's like asking me not to breath." She said, realizing Jon had said those words to her once.

"Well..." Her father said. "Let's go, before you faint." He said and she chuckled and with a help of a kingsguard, they wheeled her father out and she walked beside him. Her heart racing so fast she was surprised she wasn't running, though once look at Jon, and she wanted to.

He could hear the fighting outside, the sensless killing that never seemed to end here. Every day he was forced to train, should he not he was beaten or starved. Then he would fight and kill or be left to die on the sand. Everyday two would go out and only one would return. The first day he refused, he'd nearly had his head caved in by a large man from Pentos who cared little if Jon saw the right and wrong of the bloodsport he was an unwilling participant in. When it was over Jon had drove his blade through the man's throat and chased away death, even if it was only for a day. Now he waited, until a guard would come and bang on the cell door, ordering him into the pit. As he lay there on his hard cot he allowed his mind to wander to fonder memories, memories that kept him fighting, if only to see her again one last time.

Jon smiled as she entered the godswood, led by her father. He was seated in a wheeled chair Jon had specially built for him given the weakness of his legs. One of Jon's own Kingsguard pushed the chair yet Jon had eyes only for the woman that would soon become his wife. She wore a long, elegant gown made of thick cloth to shield her from the cold Northern wind. A shaw of fur protected her from the soft snow as it danced down from the sky. She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever witnessed, it was as if he couldn't believe she was real. She reached him and he took her hands in his, thinking in that moment he would never let her go.

He and Dae stood wordlessly in front of friends, family, the realm and the ancient eyes of the weirwood trees as was Northern custom. The septon took a strip of cloth called the wedding band and laid it across their hands.

"In sight of The Old Gods and the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words."

The old septon said softly. Jon and Dae had to hold back their smiles as they spoke in unison, their love emanting from each word.

"Old Gods of earth and water, of bronze and iron, of ice and fire. Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers/his and she/he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days."

They sealed their union with a kiss and the whole of The North rejoiced.

Yet now The North was far away, and Jon was alone. Dae was safe, he at least could hold on to that yet his safety stood on the edge of a knife, each day tempted death to come and take him. The gate opened and in walked the victor of the last bout.



Khal Jinn, everyone in the pits knew Khal Jinn. The massive Dothraki warlord had killed over a dozen men since they all arrived here, half of which was in the pits. The rest were for one transgression or another. Jon was grateful he had not been called to fight him yet. He knew it was a matter of time and on that day, may the gods be with him if he ever wanted to see his wife and family again.

Jack Dandy sat on the floor of his cell. His match long since over and he didn't expect one for the rest of the day. He was beaten and bloody, but he'll live.

Just another day in the Pits.

People came, people died, same ol' same ol. Although, Jack had to admit. His new cell mate was interesting in that he didn't say much. Jack had been showing him the ropes as best he could. He was new. Very new, two weeks ago, he was dropped in his cell unconscious. Jack thought he was dead he was so out of it. The man tried to kill him, but it didn't bother Jack.

"Save it for the matches, Mate." was Jack's response. He knew the ends of out of the pits. He was born and raised here and Jon, he had kind eyes. Jack liked people he was fascinated by him, and people liked Jack, and Even the Great Khal Jinn seemed not to be bothered by him. He could elicit a few friendly grunts from him, and Jack figured since he wasn't dead, he liked him at least a little.

"Is it that you actually practice brooding?" Jack said, breaking Jon from his thoughts. "I always wondered, I mean you do this like all the time....I figured your practicing it." He said with a smack to Jon's sandled foot and a laugh. That was a hilarious thing, apparently, Jon was Northern didn't seem to understand the point of one and him trying to figure that out was a sight to see.
Jack looked up at him, one eyes swollen from his match. "You've yet to tell me her name..." He said. "The woman you're thinking about." He said, imagining what it would be like, living on the outside. All Jack knew was this place. the women would kill you much faster then kiss you, and even then, they'd only do it to kill you. Except in the case of his parents. They found love here, some how, they tried to get out once, they'd even got him out, but they died for it. He was too small to know what to do. All he could remember was a pretty girl, with a head of curls.

"Was she pretty?" He asked, "I meant a woman once, when I was small. She was pretty, and kind and had curly hair. I remember pulling one a curl once, I had to be like 6...it sprung right back in place." He said with a chuckle more to himself, remembering how mesmerizing it was to play with her curls as she told him a story.

Dae moved from the window, and slowly looked around her chambers. It was hers and Jon's. They shared it only of few weeks. She woke up with him beside her, or with a sweet morning kiss to her forehead and went to bed wrapped in his arms, curled up into his chest. She could still hear the sound of the clapping as they walked into the throne room, man and wife, his hand in his.
She was smiling, her father behind her, wheeled in by the kingsguard. She didn't think she could stop smiling. Jon's cloak draped over her shoulders in a symbol of a protection and she knelled down, for a crown to be place atop her head.

She smiled but not for the crown as some were lead to believe, but for the fact that Jon, placed it on her head. That she was truly his and would be for all time. She went down a gypsy and rose a Queen. They sang songs of it the entire night. New songs of the Gyspy Queen but she couldn't hear it. She didn't see it. All she saw was Jon, and that's all she wanted to see.

"Dae?" A small voice broke her from her thoughts and she looked to the door and opened it quickly.

"Arya." She breathed, thanked Sandor when she saw him. This couldn't be easy for her. She lost her entire family, Jon was all she had left. She needed Arya to know that Dae was her family now too.

"Come." She said, urging the girl inside.

"How are you?" She asked, taking a seat on the bench in front of her and Jon's bed. "You know can talk to me, right?" She asked her after she answered. "This is hard for me, but I can't imagine it is any easier for you. I know that they are saying horrible things about me now. They blame me, and while you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, and you, I don't blame them either, it is all so sudden, so inexplicable." She said and shook her head. "What I'm trying to say, sweet girl, is that...I am here for you. For whatever you need, I am here." She told her, taking her hands in to hers.

Jon sat up with a tired chuckle. Jack Dandy, the boy he'd tried to kill his first day in the pits, the boy who was his only friend here. Jack had taught Jon much about the goings on in the pits. He told him how things were run, who to avoid and who to challenge. He told him what days to eat the slop the cook lathered in your mess pan and what days to settle with the crusty bread and be content with that. Jon figured he'd well be dead by now were it not for Jack though he doubted the young man saw it that way. He liked to tease Jon for his sullen attitude, he reminded him of Robb in that way or even Arya who constantly tried to draw him out of his solitude. Jon sat up in his cot, allowing his feet to drop to the floor as Jack casually lounged on the floor, his back resting against the rail of the cot.

"You've yet to tell me her name... The woman you're thinking about."

Jack said suddenly. His words brought Dae back to the forefront of his mind though in truth, she was rarely far from his thoughts.

"Was she pretty?"

He asked.

"I meant a woman once, when I was small. She was pretty, and kind and had curly hair. I remember pulling one a curl once, I had to be like 6...it sprung right back in place."

Jon found himself smiled softly as his mind pictured her.

"You know something she has curls too, a whole head of them. I've got a bad habit of playing at them when she's not looking."

He said with a chuckle, seeing Dae's feigned indignation at catching him in the act.

"Her name is Dae, Dae Missan...Well Dae Missan-Stark now. We were married. Spent a whole two weeks together before I found myself here. Most days Jack... she's all that keeps me going... when I'm not practicing brooding."

"Stark! You're up!"

Came the shout of the guard. Jon turned to see one of the pit guards gesture toward the door with his cudgle as two more men arrived to let Jon out. He sighed, running his fingers through his ebony locks as he got to his feet. He took no more than a step before a titan loomed before him. Khal Jinn was massive, thick with rippling muscle and often sporting blue stripes of war paint. The big man looked down at him. His mysterious gaze always seemed so hidden, like the eyes of some predator.

"Fichas jahakes moon."

The big Dothraki said in his guttural native tongue. Jon just stared at him in confusion.

"I... I don't speak Dothraki."

Wether Khal Jinn undestood Jon or not he made no notion of it, merely walking off to his own cell without another word. Jon shot a confused look at Jack before heading out into the sun of the day to face his opponent.



*Fichas jahakes moon. - Get him. (Take his braid.) Used when encouraging fellow fighters.

"You know something she has curls too, a whole head of them. I've got a bad habit of playing at them when she's not looking."
Jack smirked. His lady had curls too. That was cool. He wondered then what happened to the woman he'd met that day. He never even knew her name, or if he did. He forgot. He hoped it was the former. She was too kind to forget.

"Her name is Dae, Dae Missan...Well Dae Missan-Stark now. We were married. Spent a whole two weeks together before I found myself here. Most days Jack... she's all that keeps me going... when I'm not practicing brooding." He said and Jack laughed and was about say that he knew he practiced but his words were stopped in his throat.

"Stark! You're up!"

Jack took a breath. It was odd. he never felt fear when his own math was up, but when Jon's came up, he felt his nerves in his legs. He really liked Jon. He wasn't sure he'd be okay if Jon were to die like the rest of them and now, knowing he had a wife back home. He hoped he could get to see her again. Or at least live long enough that he could talk about her more.

Jack looked up and watched Jon walked out. He took a breath for him, but it was caught when Khal Jinn loomed over his friend.

the giant spoke and Jon looked back at him, wondering what that meant. He said that to him a few times before.

"I think he wants you to win?" Jack offered, but he couldn't be sure, he didn't speak Dothraki, even though he tried to matched Khal's words with his actions but the man didn't do much be eat, and kill so there wasn't much to work with.

Jack slipped to the corner of his cell. He wouldn't be able to see the whole match from here, unless they crossed in front of the doorway.

He looked over to see Khal's across from theirs and he gave him an excitable grin, before turning to see what he could of Jon's bout.

The gate opened and Jon stepped out into the arena, it was raining, at least he wouldn't have to deal with the heat. Were it colder it would have been snow, but there was no snow here, not ever. He wasn't in The North anymore when the clouds open up and loosed their frosty payload. Here there was rain or there was sun, there was no in between. The noise in the arena was deafening as the crowds cheered for the match while Jon made his approach. He moved slowly, each step bringing him closer to the tempation of death. He remembered his first bout, how loud it was, how confusing he found it. He tried to refuse to fight, that way was taken from with a single swing of a sword. As he fought he struggled to keep the crowd out of his head, their cheering and clapping echoing off the insides of his skull. Now he was accustomed to it, their cheers for a good fight and their hisses after a dissapointment. He knew he wasn't a crowd favorite, they booed him more than not, not becuase he was a poor fighter but because he wasn't a blood thirsty one. Though this match was shaping up to give the crowd just what they wanted as Jon stared at the three men he was matched against.

Each man a head taller than Jon himself, thick with muscle and broad of chest. They threw brutes at him, he wondered who he'd angered to give him this pairing. He had little time to contemplate the match as his opponents advanced. Jon advanced as well, his shortsword in hand. He wished he had Long Claw with him, the large bastard sword made of Valyrian steel would allow him to keep his opponents at length while he cut them down one by one. The much shorter gladius would mean he'd need to get in close and pray he was quick enough.



The first man came at him with a trident, stabbing for his throat. Jon slapped the weapon away with the flat of his blade before kicking the man square in the gut, forcing him to back pedal. The other came for him, one weilding a mace, the other a sword. Jon had to move fast to keep from having his ribs smashed in or losing a limb. He kept pace with them parrying or evading until he was able to reach out with an attack of his own, all the while the crowd drank in the spectacle. The trident man came for him again, this time lunging at his feet, hoping to skewer his legs or trip him up. Jon stepped on the end of the weapon, driving the tip into the muddy dirt before lashing out with one clean swing of his sword, opening the man's throat. He fell back, gurgling on his own blood.



Jon was rewarded for the kill with a nasty blow to the back from the mace, dropping him to his knees with a curse of pain. The mace weilder loomed over Jon before kicking him in the teeth, putting him flat on his back. Jon groaned, opening his eyes just in time to see the sword coming for him. Jon rolled and reached out with his sword, acting on instinct alone. His sword tasted flesh, but only just, leaving a shallow gash in one mans calf. Jon was on his feet as the swordsman dove for him, ready to run him through. Jon caught his arm and slammed his elbow into the mans face before ripping the sword from his hands. Jon ducked to avoid a swing to the face from the mace and quickly brought his own sword up in an upward swing, tearing open the mans chest in a gory shower of blood and bone.

Jon turned on the last man, a blade in each hand. The fighter was still on his knees, clutching his face from the elbow he'd recieved. He looked up and his eyes went wide as Jon stood over him in the rain with both blades. He knew death was coming and took a shuddering breath. He hung his head, waiting for the death blow as the crowd worked themselves into a frenzy. Jon crossed the blades in an X over the mans neck, ready to take his head, his blood still pumping hard in his veins. It would have been too easy to end the man there and then. The crowd chanting "KILL! KILL! KILL!" as Jon gripped the pommels of the swords. He looked up, seeing the thirst for death on the faces of the crowd.

Jon Stark tossed the blades in the mud, glared at the crowd and spat on the ground. The entire arena erupted in a chorus of boos and hisses but Jon didn't care, he'd won the day and would see tomorrow, that was enough. He didn't fight for them, he fought for her, so he could see her again and that was all. Jon made his way back to the cells as the crowd cursed his name. He got a few nods of approval from the other fighters. He touched his lip, that had been split from the kick to the face and grumbled but it was his back that was really sore. That blow from the mace would bruise and forbid him much sleep for the next few weeks.

Jon rejoined Jack, rubbing the back of his neck as he winced in pain.

"There were three of them this time... someone doesn't like me."

Jack watched as best he could of Jon's match. After while, they weren't in range of sight, so Jack just had to sit and hope.

He heard the words "Kill! Kill! Kill!" And then boos shortly there after and he knew Jon won. He wasn't going to make any friends in the crowd that way, but he might with the fighters.

Jon walked back inside, nursing his new set of wounds and Jack smiled.

"There were three of them this time... someone doesn't like me."

"No, no they don't. Theatrics mate, they want entertainment, I told you." Jack said. "That's why there were three. You didn't kill them so those guys might not try to kill you, next time, that being said, they'll try to find others that will. You need to make some friends....Other then me of course." He said and while originally it was just Jack's strategy to stay alive, he really did like Jon, and think of him as a friend.

"Rest up, we're done for tonight." He said, with a nod toward Jon's cot and a yawn of his own.

All was quiet, and night had fallen. Jack had finally gotten off the floor and lay on his own cot, and was sleeping as best he could with his injuries.

Suddenly, there was commotion coming from outside of the cells. He opened his eyes, but didn't sit up, as the guards dragged in a new body, considerably smaller then the most. It was dark so he really couldn't tell.

The guards moved to the cell across of his and Jon's, Khal Jinn's and Jack swallowed. Feeling sorry for the poor bloke that was going to be his cellmate.

They dropped the unconscious body inside the cell and ducked back out. Jack waited a few moments before sitting up. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see in the dark, and his vision cleared.

"By the gods...." He breathed, he stumbled out of his cot, rolling to the floor, before crawling over to Jon's cot.

"J-Jon, Jon, wake up, wake up, something is horribly wrong." He said. "Well, more then normal. " He said, shaking Jon, not to mindful of his injures.

"Sorry, but look." He said, and pointed across the hall.

"That is right...none of this is, but they've had rules so far....this....this isn't okay."

He said, and once Jon was well enough awake, he looked at him.

"That's a woman...." He told him. "Theses are the men's cells, the women have there own..." He said and laying on the floor was a beautiful woman, her hair black as night, almost disappearing on the dark floor, her skin was warm, the color of fresh sand, and it seemed to glow without light. She was dressed in silks, that crossed over her breasts, matches silks around her hips, and stopping after her knees. She had iron bands on her wrists and ankles. This was not right. This woman is going to be killed in here...

"She going to die in here..." Jack said, with wide eyes. "She's in Khal Jinn's cell...." He whispered urgently. "Khal Fucking Jinn."

Pain.
It was all she could sense at first. Just pain. Every inch of her body ached, her skin felt too tight, her limps felt heavy, breathing hurt.

What happened?

She tried to remember, too weak to do anything else as she was tossed to the floor. Her eyes could only look up. She scoured her memories. She had most of them. SHe remembered her sister, speaking with her, playing with her, brushing her long black hair.

She remembered her friend, with his dashing smile, and wise council. She remembered how home, beautiful and terrible. She was not there now, they were not with her now. She knew not where she was nor why she was there.

She tried to move, but it hurt. Her wrists and ankles were clasped with iron bands.

Lifting her arms was too much to bare.

It was then that she heard it. Movement, just before her. She moved only her eyes to see, having adjusted to the dark.

She was a spider....darkness was where she thrived.

She saw him. A mountainous man, looming over her. Caramel skin, hair pulled back and disappearing behind his back, adorned with vibrant blue markings. Curiosity playing behind his dark eyes.
She waited, for a twitch of violence, but there was none, as he scrutinized her, just curiosity and wonder, while she looked on him with fear and pain. She needed to be able to fight---

"Yer jalan..."

He said, as he crouched down. He was Dothraki? The braid should have been a give away. The Moon? No, she was not the moon, she was a spider...She was Fae.

"Anha vazhak yeraan thirat." He said and she frowned, but couldn't bring herself to start a fight. He said he would let her live, there was no sense in starting a fight now, even though her pride made it hard for her not to. She turned and watched him moved to a cot, and laying down on it.

"F-finne zin anha?"She forced herself to say, as he watched her. She forced herself to rise to a sitting position. She was about to see that she was in a cell then, iron bars closing her in. There was a cell across from her, two males, a man and a boy with markings on his face, looked at her, the boy in horror the man in confusion. She noticed the iron bands on her arms, and understand why she was so weak. Whoever took her wanted her weak but not dead for the iron didn't touch her skin, just kept her from using her magic. She was a captive.

The other two didn't seem to understand what she say so she turned back to the Dothraki,

"Anha zin Tenanye Ananse, Empress ki Anansai, fin hash yer?" She asked, her voice hoarse and weak. She felt as if she'd been screaming. "fin ajjin jin?"

*Where am I
**I am Tenanye Anansai, Empress of Anansai, who are you?
***What is this?

Jon and Jack watched in awe as Khal Jinn returned to his cot without once touching the woman that was thrown in his cell. He spoke to her, almost tenderly in a laguage Jon did not recognize but could only assume was his native tongue. To his suprise she spoke it as well, effortlessly for all he could tell. Jack and Jon exchanged suprised looks before going back to staring at the mysterious pair in the cell across from them. Jinn sat up in his bed, a look that Jon took for suprise playing across his harsh, foreign features. The big Dothraki almost seemed amused. He touched his chest and the only word Jon picked out was ...Khal Jinn....

"I think he's telling her his name."

Jon said, his voice low and full of curiosity. He watched as they continued speaking, no more words stood out to him but as quickly as it began it was over. Jinn laid back in his bed and closed his eyes, he spoke a final word then was silent, allowing sleep to come to him. His eyes went back to the woman, bound in iron shackles and wearing little more than strips of silk Jon wondered who she was and why she was placed with the most dangerous man in the pits. Even Jinn did not have to wear shackles at all times yet she did.

"I wonder who she is."

He said almost more to himself than Jack as the two men stared. She seemed to be in pain, scared and nervous of her enclosed surroundings. Jon was little different is first day, he felt for her, he knew her fear. She no doubt had family, friends, maybe a husband who now thought her dead as Dae may have thought him. Jon turned from cell to return to his cot. His mind full of memories of Dae, the sound of her voice, the smell of her skin and the feeling of her touch.

"Try and get some sleep Jack..."

Jon said solemly as he turned to the wall, trying to capture the elusive quarry that was sleep.

Khal Jinn sat up in his cot, suprise tickling his mind. She spoke Dotrhaki, well at that. He looked at the woman, bound in silk and iron with the shadow of a smile on his face. Curiosity teased him now, this midnight haired beauty who shone like the moon and spoke like a Dothraki. Her name was Tenanye and she was an Empress of Anansai. No Dothraki had ever rode their horse through teh fae lands and Jinn was no exception. What he knew of Anansai was only stories but Tenanye was real, flesh and blood right in front of him. The magic of her homeland was the central point of all those stories, Jinn wondered what power she held that could account for her bindings and being placed in his cell. Jinn placed his hand to his chest softly in introduction.

"Athchomar chomakaan. Ahna zin Khal mra Khals, Khal Jinn."

He gestured to the cells that had been his home for many moons and would now serve as Tenanye's.

"Jini mra rekke lajak drivolat."

He said with a measure of dark humour and resignment. Jinn was one of the finest killers living, he had no qualms about that. Tenanye on the other hand was a mystery, she did not have the look of a warrior and in truth Jinn wondered how she would fare in her first blooding. He did not enjoy the thought of her dying on the sands. He leaned back and rested his head on his cot once again, closing his eyes with a tired sigh.

"Remekat, Jalan."

He said to her softly, before sleep took him.





*Athchomar chomakaan. Ahna zin Khal mra Khals, Khal Jinn.- Greeting said to a non-dothraki, directed at one person. (Respect to one that is respectful.) I am the Khal of Khals, Khal Jinn
*Jini mra rekke lajak drivolat- This is where fighters come to die
*Remekat Jalan- Sleep, Moon

Jack watched on as Khal Jinn spoke to the woman, and she spoke back. Was she Dothraki too? Why was she in chains? Why was she in the men's cell with the most dangerous of all of the fighters? Why did she seem to glow?

Questions wracked Jack's mind. Never before did this happen and he felt the overwhelming need to protect her. In the morning they would be released into the common area for training and breakfast, only she'd be with hundreds of lonely men who haven't seen a woman for more then a few moments at time. She wasn't supposed to be here?

For the first time, in his life, Jack began to question the point of all this. Who brought her here and why did they seem to want her to suffer?

"Try and get some sleep Jack..." Jack turned to see Jon sliding back into his cot, his voice solemn and grey. He was thinking about her again. Jack couldn't be surprised. Jack looked back at the woman with the glow and sighed before climbing into his own cot. He had to look out for her, or she won't make it.

"Athchomar chomakaan. Ahna zin Khal mra Khals, Khal Jinn." He said and Tenanye gave him a stiff nod. He then gestured the cell around them.

"Jini mra rekke lajak drivolat." He said, with a bit of sarcasm and resentment in his tone. Tenanye sighed. Fighting pits. She'd heard of such things, in places like Meereen, but they'd long since been disbanded as far as she was to understand. She looked down at her arms, the iron shackles keeping her hands and feet about 20 inches apart through the chains and at the moment she was much to weak to break them. Someone wanted her to fight here, the put her in iron chains to be level the playing field. She would have laughed it she were not in so much pain.

"Remekat, Jalan." Tenanye looked up to see the Khal laying back on his cot, his voice soft before he drifted off to sleep. Tenanye sighed and lay back on the cold floor, and was surprised at how easy sleep came to her.

******

They were awoken to the sound of banging on the cells. Tenanye sat straight up,hissing like a viper. "Get up, Time to go."

Tenanye hopped to her feet, the pain and weakness was still there but her stamina had returned. She blinked the sun having crept into the cells from the few holes in the stone above them.
"Fin ajjin melikh?" She asked the Khal.

Before he had time to answer, four men came toward her, grabbing her chains and dragging her toward one of two exits.

The boy from across the cell, jumped up.

"Oi! Where are you taking her?!" He asked, grabbing on to the bars. " She's not supposed to be in here? They'll hurt her!" He called out and Tenanye looked at him oddly. He was concerned for her safety? "Quiet you, or we'll make you fight her." said one of them as she was tugged by her chains.

"I will live." was all that she could tell the concerned boy before she was yanked out of his sight and into a large area where men looked at her in awe.

"Train, and Eat, then you'll fight." said one of the guards and then with a shove, they disappeared back in the cells. She noticed how they didn't seem to do this with the others. They just opened the cells for them and they could leave if they want to.

The boy, dashed out, leaving his cell mate behind and rushed up to her.
"Ma'am, ma'am um, I am so sorry this is happening to you, there are woman cells but--"

"Back off, Jack, she dun't want no little boy wet behind the ears." said a man with half of his teeth missing and a glass eye. He sauntered up to her with all the swagger he could muster. "What is a pretty thing like you doing in here?"

"It must be a mistake, how about we go back inside and I'll find a guard to --" The boy, Jack, took a gentle hand to the crook of her elbow, trying to lead her away, but the man cut him off again. "Piss off, boy, she's mine!" He hissed and Tenanye's eye twitched as he took her arm and tried to lead her away. The boy was clearly trying to help, thinking her weak and this man clearly thought her someone that could be claimed. They both would be sadly mistaken. Tenanye, grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him off of his feet, and slowly began to crush his throat. She felt a bit of disappointment, if she were at full strength, it wouldn't have taken much effort to shatter his windpipe. Oh well.
"Whoa!" Jack exclaimed, looking back his cellmate who was one of the many that circled them, seeing what Tenanye could or would do.
"I do not belong to anyone." She told the man as he hit the sand, clutching his throat. She could have snapped his neck, but she decided not to, she needed the example.
"Be glad, I chose mercy, If you touch me again....any of you, try touching me, I will forget I know the meaning of the word." She told them, and walked through the crowd, they all given her space, as she approached what looked like food. She turned up her nose.

"I wouldn't eat that." she turned to see the boy back, a little nervous but still concerned.

She smiled at him. He had a sweet heart, she could see that. "I can't imagine I would, and thank you, for your concern of my safety." She said, and graced him with a kiss to his cheek. The boy turned bright red. "Um...Yea--Uh, You're Welcome?" He stammered and spotted her own cellmate across the sand, his expression difficult to read. It was then she noticed it. It was weak but she felt it. Magic.

"What is your name, boy?" She asked, her eyes not leaving the Khal. "J-Jack, Jack Dandy ma'am."

"I am Tenanye Ananse, Empress of Anansai, Queen of the Faeries." She said and the boy looked stunned. "F-Faerie?"

"Yes, I owe you a debt of gratitude, Jack Dandy, anything you need, you shall have it." She said. "Now run along, I need to eat, and you do not want to see my choice of breakfast." She said and he looked frightened but did as she asked and ran off to a pretty looking fellow with a perpetually sullen look.

She turned to the food, turned up her nose.

She brushed her tongue over her teeth and smiled. Her fangs were still there, hidden, but there, which meant so was her venom. She would eat, and she would eat well.

*What is happening?

Jon rushed out of the cells with the others. The spectacle of the woman being dragged out into the yard had stirred everyone's blood, most in a way that meant Jack would try and defend her and then Jon would have to defend him. He set his jaw as he ran, shoving his way through the others. He could already hear Jack's voice, talking to the woman, asking her if she was alright. Jon finally made his way to the front just as Hazak, a big Tyroshi with a glass eye and a nasty disposition, loomed over the two of them. Jon had gotten into a fist fight with him his first day when he tried to take Jon's food. It took three men to break them up, the two had always hated each other after that. Now Hazak seemed he was hungry for a different meal as he eyed the woman hungrily. Jon couldn't deny the desire to feed Hazak his teeth but he stayed back for the moment, watching the events unfold.

Jack tried to lead her away only for Hazak to make a grab for her. Jon clenched his fist and stepped forward, ready to floor him when something amazing happened. The woman tore away from his grip, seized him by the throat and lifted him into the air as if he weighed no more than a child. Jon could only stare in awe as did the others gathered.

"I do not belong to anyone."

She snarled at Hazak before dropping him to the sand. The big Tyroshi clutched at his throat, trying to suck in some much needed air.

"Be glad, I chose mercy, If you touch me again....any of you, try touching me, I will forget I know the meaning of the word."

With that she walked off, Jack in hot pursuit though only after exchanging stunned glances with Jon. Jon shook his head and was about to follow when a shadow walked by him. Khal Jinn had pulled himself from the darkness of his cell. The crowd had given the woman a wide berth given what she'd just done to Hazak, they always scurried from Jinn like vermin given what he'd done in the past. The Horse Lord had an stoic expression on his face that Jon couldn't help but think of as admiration. He stared at the woman who looked back at him for a moment. The two locked eyes for a moment while she spoke to Jack, he stood near Jon without a word.

Then as quickly as the moment happened it passed, she turned back to the food looking ravenous and Jinn's subtle smile faded, in it's place was his usual mask of savage mystery. Jon made his way over to Jack who'd just left her side and seemed to be filled with boundless energy.

"Good news is I don't think she needs your protection Jack."

There were murmurs from the crowd and Jack and Jon both turned to see Khal Jinn lift Hazak up with one powerful arm and toss him bodily into the training circle.

"Jinn is going to spar with Hazak..."

The Tyroshi scrambled to his feet, his erratic flailing kicking up dust with each movement. Jinn could smell fear on him, more so than the piss running down his leg. He pushed himself back, trying to flee the ring only for a set of guards with shields to keep him right where he was. He turned back, quivering like a leaf. Jinn did not move, only stood like stone giant, eyes never leaving the man before him. Hazak looked from his fellow fighters back to Jinn in terror.

"Please... Khal... I don't want to fight you."

"Yer affesi anni, Hazak."

Hazak only blinked back at him dumbly.

"W-What? I don't know what you're saying...."

Khal Jinn shook his head in irritation before grabbing a practice sword and tossing it at Hazak's feet. Jinn stood before him unarmed, beckoning him to charge. Hazak looked nervous, the wooden blade giving him confidence.

"Please..."

"Inte vadakhie tihoa ma khewo afilki vi gadimaan."

Khal Jinn said darkly as he advanced with a a slow menace that chilled the blood of the Tyroshi before him. He held up the sword in shaking hands, weakly as if some demon had come for him.

"Eyel varthasoe she ilekaan rikhoya arrekaan vekha vosi yeroon vosma tolorro..."

Jinn growled, his voice low and foreboding as he reached Hazak. Hazak threw up his sword in a mad attempt to defend himself, swinging at Jinn's neck. The Khal caught his hand and broke his arm with ease. Hazak screamed in pain as Jinn forced him to face him.

"Please don't kill me!"

"Jin anha ray et!"



Khal Jinn's titan like gripped found the same place Tenanye's hand was earlier, right around Hazak's windpipe. In one savage tearing motion he ripped out the man's neck flesh, wind pipe and his tongue as blood spurt from the wound. The crowd gasped while some cheered and cursed. Hazak's body fell to the dirt, twitching. Jinn stood there, a savage snarl on his face as he breathed in the fresh kill. He turned to see Tenanye had been watching. He raised the gory mass of meat and tongue to her in salute before he tossed it on the ground and walked away. Not even the guards thought to stop the big Dothraki as he lumbered off on his own.


*Yer affesi anni- You make me itch (a common Dothraki insult for someone they find annoying or tiresome)
*Inte vadakhie tihoa ma khewo afilki vi gadimaan- The beetles will feed on your eyes. The worms will crawl through your lungs.
*Eyel varthasoe she ilekaan rikhoya arrekaan vekha vosi yeroon vosma tolorro- The rain will fall on your rotting skin until nothing is left of you but bones.
*Jin anha ray et- I already have.

Tenanye turned as the silence she created returned once more and all could be heard was the sound of a body hitting the dirt.

The Khal, large and lumbering stood over the man she'd offered mercy to. Tenanye looked on in curiosity as the Khal, with little effort beat the man. A dark brow rose on her face as he tore his tongue threw his throat.

One man beside her relieved the contents of his stomach beside her while she looked on without a bat of an eye. The Khal, rose the bloodied mass to her in tribute and she nodded with the subtlest of smiles. There was an understanding just then, perhaps even respect, He took her meal from her, but no matter, she'll find another, perhaps during one of these matches. She knew, atleast for now, she had an ally in this place, besides the sweet boy that thought himself a hero.

"Good news is I don't think she needs your protection Jack."

"Heh, no shit. Jon, she's a---" It was in moment, they turned to see Khal Jinn grab Hazak up and tossed him into the ring. Jack dropped his head.

"Jinn is going to spar with Hazak..."

"Spar is not the word that comes to mind..." Jack said. the Khal doesn't spar with anyone. He just kills them. Spar would imply they stood a chance.

Sure enough, the 'match' was over and Hazak was dead, missing a whole lot of his head. Jack could only shake his head. It was good thing he wasn't all that hungry.

The Khal locked eyes with the Fae Queen and Jack saw an odd connection happen between them. That was probably the first time he'd ever seen the Khal react like that to anyone. It probably helped that she was beautiful beyond words, but even still, it looked like respect. Jack never seen that before, full respect. He may have liked Jack enough not to kill him, and he didn't seem to care one way or another for his company, but this was different.

Jack broke from his thoughts when thinking of the Fae Queen and how she graced him with a kiss. Was it laced with magic? He didn't know, but to be in favor the a Faery made him feel good.

"Jon, J-jon, mate," Jack took Jon by the shoulder, and turned in lowering his voice. "She told me her name, she kissed me too, that was--anyway." He cleared his throat. "She's Tenanye Ananse.....Faerie Queen. She's a fucking Faery, and and she said that if I needed anything, ya know for trying to help her, she'll help me." he said, with a laugh. "She doesn't need anyone protection in fact, we might very well need hers."

The body fell to the sand, twitching sickeningly. Khall Jin stood over him, Hazaks tongue in his hand. He offered up in tribute to the woman before throwing it to the ground and stalking off. Jon wathed him walk away, his mind replaying the look shared between the Dothraki and his new cell mate. They didn't know each other but he killed Hazak for her, he was sure of it. His mind began working on what that meant when Jack grabbed his shoulder.

"Jon, J-jon, mate,"

Jack said in a hushed tone.

"She told me her name, she kissed me too, that was--anyway."

Jon smirked, that anyway spoke volumes.

"She's Tenanye Ananse.....Faerie Queen. She's a fucking Faery, and and she said that if I needed anything, ya know for trying to help her, she'll help me. She doesn't need anyone protection in fact, we might very well need hers."

Jack's words were like the promise of a raft to a man lost at sea. Jon's mind, already tooling the significance of Tenanye's and Jinn'ls unusal connection, now added the fresh information Jack provided. Jon turned look stare at Khal Jinn on the other side of the training yard practicing with dual arakhs.

"Not just hers..."

Jon said almost more to himself than Jack. The formations of a plan were beginning to take route. Jon turned back to Jack, his tone hushed and hurried.

"Jack you've been here your whole life, you know this place better than anyone. What would you say if I told you I wanted to try an escape with the help of her..."

Jon said, nodding subtley to Tenanye before slowly turning jack so he was looking right at in the direction of Khal Jinn.

"and him."

"Not just hers..." Jon said Jack could see the gears turning in Jon's mind. That could not be good. Ideas in this place, was never a good sign, especially from someone so new. They all had the same idea, and it ended the same way.

"Jack you've been here your whole life, you know this place better than anyone. What would you say if I told you I wanted to try an escape with the help of her..." Jon said, nodding toward Tenanye, who was examining her chains and then toward Khal Jinn.

"and him."
Jack rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "I'd say, you're going to get me in a lot of trouble..." He said with a resigning sigh. It was clear that the Fae Queen and the Khal were the two most formidable people in this place and from what he understood of faeries, she wasn't even at her full strength because of the iron around her wrists and ankles.

"The only people I know that were ever successful at an escape were my parents and they didn't get themselves, only me because I was small. I don't remember how they did it, just that they did, and when they found me again, my parents were killed in the ring before I could even speak to them..." he said, there weren't many things that made Jack sad, but this was definitely one of them. They never saw him, but he saw them, it was brief, but he saw them. he was glad that didn't see him, at least they died thinking he was safe...

"But," Jack shook off his thoughts. "But, if we can find away to get the Faery Queen free from her chains, which I can't imagine will be easy, since she can't seem to get them off, then I think we stand a fair chance with the both of them." He said with a nod and looked back at the Queen who caught his gaze and smiled. He smiled in response and she smiled back. He hoped he wasn't blushing, but his cheeks felt warm. He rubbed his face and turned back to Jon as something occurred to him. "I get the feeling that, you and the Queen's capture are connected. You've only been here a short time, and Aren't you a king or something....if you're a king, and she's a queen, and the Khal is something like that," Jack shook his head, his thoughts weren't all that clear to himself. "All three of you were brought here in a short time of each other and you all are like royal or something....that had to mean something, right?" He asked.

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.

"You and I are the two newest members of these pits, I've only been here a matter of weeks. Jack?... He's been here his whole life. He knows this place better than anyone and he knows better than anyone, that no one ever wins their freedom. They have no intention of letting us go Empress, if we want to ever see our homes again, which I'm willing to wager you do, we're going to have to do it ourselves. I was hoping we could help each other."

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.

"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's brow rose high. He was serious. He was really going to try to break out of here. A fools errand at the least. He liked Jon, he really didn't want to see him dead.
Jon placed a hand on his shoulder with a reassuring squeeze.

"We can do this, together. Though we will need help. I'll talk to Tenanye. You talk to Khal Jinn and we'll-" Jack took a deep shuddering breath and that caught in this throat at the mention of the Great Khal Jinn. Jack opened his mouth to speak, but Jon stopped him.
"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."

He said and Jon left him there, with his jaw slack in shock. Jack turned to the large man, as he worked on his dual blades, as if he ever needed them. Jack wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and walked over to the man.

"Hello." He said. Jon told him to be himself, hopefully that would be enough. "Um, nice blades, I've never seen you use them." He said. Oh Gods, Please don't use them on me.... he thought as he took a seat, crosslegged in front of the man.

"Um....I don't know if you understand any of what I'm about to say, but my friend there, the pretty one speaking to the lady, He's a King, You're a King, and She's an Empress, he seems to think you can help all four of us escape?"

Jack said, with a sigh as the man looked at him without an expression Jack could read. He ran his hand down his face. He probably would have had an easier time with the Empress, atleast she understood his word,s even if he couldn't focus much with her around.