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"Is there.. an entrance?" Mya asked as they looked at the alcove of giant weirwood trees. It seemed like the roots had decided to become trees themselves and parts of it had grown up to join the canopy.
He chuckled.
"What?" Mya asked.
"No, I'm thinking, if there was a tree that depicted the Targaryen family tree it'd look something like this."
She barked a short but open laugh.
"What do you say, Munda?" He asked, looking back from atop his horse to where she and Nora sat on their own horses.
"Huh?"
"The entrance."
"Maybe there isn't one? Maybe we should go back?"
"Look at that." Mya mocked. "The bitch is scared."
"I'm not scared!" She protested. "Just… everyone in the village was scared of this place. You are from the south, so you don't understand. But here, we always pay mind to the local wisdom. If the people who've lived here don't think we should go closer, we shouldn't."
Mya didn't seem convinced, so Jon looked towards their last companion.
"Nora," He called. "What do you think?"
She did not reply and he turned around to find that she had already backed off more than thirty feet.
"Well, I suppose that's answer enough."
Before there could be an earnest argument over it, he made his decision.
"Fair enough. We will not go any closer to the alcove of trees, but we will not retreat either. Let us find ourselves someplace to set camp. If the one we seek is here and open to visitors, he'll find some way to invite us in."
So they set camp and then waited for the night to fall. And with the waiting came the anxiety and the second guessing.
I should have gathered more information about the south before coming here.
Ever since he awoke as Jon it was clear that the House Stark and Winterfell had differences from their show counterparts. But such differences had to be inevitable in the real world.
For instance, the barebones castle that was the Winterfell in show could never actually have been the capital of a region as large as the North.
And besides, he was much too occupied with the thoughts of catching a wight before the wot5k started and southerners stopped giving a shit about the North of the Wall.
But the more he remembered Jon's memories, the more he realised that things were very different. Given his very martial upbringing, his different interactions with the Starks, the state of lawlessness in Vale from what Mya had told him, Mya's own presence at the Watch; well, he could tell that there was something very different.
"Hey, Mya?"
"What?" She asked drowsily.
To be honest, he should have asked this question long ago. But by the time he truly started to think about it, they were far enough north that the information about the south had no import in his immediate decisions.
So he chose to ignore it. But here, on the verge of facing things he knew very little about, Jon could not afford to have any weaknesses.
"Who's the King?"
"What?"
"The King. On the Iron Throne. Who is it?"
Even the few memories of Jon could tell him that there was still an Iron Throne, and a King sat upon it. But people rarely said the king's name, choosing to just use the title.
"Is this a trick question?" She asked, looking weirdly hesitant to answer it.
"I'm sorry for asking this of you when ." He smiled at her in assurance. "But I must "
but asked more firmly.
"What's the King's name, Mya?"
She frowned, but answered.
"Rhaegar Targaryen, first of his name."
Then after a pause. "Your father."
"Yeah. Fuck."
…
He spent the next few minutes outside their tent, watching the sun set and trying to come to terms with the confirmation of just how different the world was from what he had known from the show. Well, more than he had already found it to be.
Fortunately, he had gotten used to adapting to these curve balls. From waking up as Jon Snow, to finding the discrepancies amongst the Starks, to the fucking Wall being its discount version. Well, he did not have time to mope. He had to arm himself with all the knowledge he could gather before meeting whatever came next.
So he went back to Mya and tried to learn what she knew. That wasn't much given her lack of formal education, but he did get a better idea.
Rhaegar and Lyanna eloped like in canon, Brandon and Rickard died in the immediate aftermath. The first divergence seemed to be at Summerhall where the three lords managed to join forces before fighting Robert, and it was a much more even battle. The loyalist army retreated and while Robert tried to give chase, he didn't manage to force a battle before Tarly came up behind them and smashed the rebel forces.
Robert still got away to Stoney Sept and was rescued by the Starks and Arryns from Connington. Then came the Trident and Rhaegar arrived with an army from the Reach, having captured Storm's End on his way there, and with a pregnant Lyanna in tow. With them also came the news of Aerys' death, and Rhaegar's eventual coronation.
He offered general pardons to the rebels, lowering the rebel morale. But it must not have been enough for Robert who had been warring for months at that point, or Jon Arryn who had just lost his second heir to the Targaryens, or Ned Stark who named Rhaegar a kinslayer for Aerys' convenient death amidst the rumours that Rhaegar was disinherited.
So the battle was fought and the Trident ran bloody until Robert Baratheon was slain, reportedly by Rhaegar Targaryen, and the remaining lords were forced to kneel.
The following peace did not prove to be very peaceful, however. The new King knew that the Starks, Tullys, Arryns and Baratheons did not like him, and likely schemed against him. So he did his best to suppress their strength. Which, of course, made them like him even less, and made them scheme against him even more.
In the Vale, for instance, the Corbrays and Graftons had been getting places of honour in the royal court, their alliance block being set up to counter the Arryns. The Mountain Clans had also become a lot more active, targeting some select regions with suspiciously well made weapons.
Jon didn't want to think that anyone in power would be stupid enough to arm the Mountain Clans, but that'd be just par for the course for this world. And this was just what Mya could tell him about the state of the kingdom she was from. Who knows what the condition of the other kingdoms was?
…
Mya looked at her husband sitting near the fire, brooding uncharacteristically. She felt ill at ease as well.
Robert Baratheon. She barely knew anything about the man that the general public did not. Some called him a tragic hero, others called him a mad rebel.
Her mother had only told her about the handsome and charming young lord.
To her, he was just an empty place in her life.
Meeting Jon Snow was such a surprise to her. The bastard to the man who killed her father. But she could tell that Rhaegar Targaryen was just as much an empty place in his life.
She had not liked speaking about Robert and Jon never spoke about Rhaegar. She'd thought it was an unspoken agreement between them, to love each other for who they were and not who their fathers were.
Yet Jon had suddenly broken that agreement and she longed to reach stable ground with him again.
Jon looked up from the fire as she approached.
"How have you been feeling?" She asked a little nervously.
He smiled in assurance and her heart settled just watching the quirk of his lips.
"A little down. But better now that you're here."
She laughed at that, almost forgetting all her worries.
"And you know what'd make me feel better still?" He asked mischievously.
"What?"
"Let me touch them." He asked enthusiastically.
"No!" She protested.
"Let me!" Jon stood up.
"No!" She backed away playfully.
"Lemme touch them!" He ran towards her and she turned to run away.
"Why can't you just grab my breasts? Like a normal man!"
"I am no mere man!" Jon exclaimed as he tackled her down and dug his hands inside her tunic, before running his hand all over her abdominal muscles.
She huffed in surrender as his warm fingers ghosted over her skin. They ran in and out of her navel and she squirmed in embarrassment.
"Abs!" He exclaimed in triumph, making her blush.
"How is it that, we can have sex any which way and you barely flush. But I touch your abs and you are suddenly a virgin again."
"It's.. it's unsightly." She confessed.
Jon had been training her unlike anything she had seen. Instead of just training with weapons, they trained their bodies with various unarmed exercises.
After a month, that had resulted in what Jon had called abs. She had enjoyed it on his body, but on a girl? She did not understand why he would find it attractive.
"Blasphemy!" He gasped in mock outrage, making her laugh.
Not wanting to just let him have his way, she snuck her own hands inside his own tunic, feeling the tight muscles on his own stomach.
"Oh, fighting back are we?" He laughed and crawled down her body. Then messily kissed her abs.
"You want to know what I was thinking about?"
"Hmm?"
"We are third cousins."
"Pfft. Why would you think about that?"
Jon stood up, and they had done this enough times for her to know that he was only doing it to start undressing. She unbuckled her own breeches in preparation.
As she expected, Jon had taken off his breeches and moved to help her out of her own.
"No, it's true! We really are related."
Mya spread her legs and he moved between them.
She laughed when his lips moved to her abs again. "Even then. Not the best time for it!"
His fingers moved to her pussy, playing with the clit.
"What do you mean? Incest makes things hotter!"
"No, it doesn't!" She refuted between moans.
"It literally does." He spoke into her stomach. Then raised his head to meet her eyes.
"Haven't you noticed it yet? Even at the Wall, you could handle the cold better than most veterans."
She thought about that. But it was a little difficult to do it with his fingers playing with her rapidly wettening cunt.
"Even right now you're half naked in the snow, and it barely bothers you. Over time you've only gotten hotter."
She could think enough to groan at the pun.
It was true that if Munda or Nora were in her position they'd be complaining non-stop. But she had thought they were just overstating things. She shook her head. It mattered not. Hopefully they'd head south again one way or another, and she wouldn't need to be resistant to cold. And apart from that,
"It's not incest!" She protested as her third cousin's tongue joined his fingers into pleasuring her.
If their fathers thought they were distant enough to try and kill each other, surely she and Jon were distant enough to fuck each other.
But the thought did get her closer to her peak, and she came around his fingers.
Jon crawled up her body again, planting slobbering kisses on every uncovered surface while she recovered from her climax.
"In a different world, we could have grown together." She felt his cock knock at her opening, and wrapped her arms around him, one around his neck and the other under his tunic.
He entered her in a slow, deliberate motion, and she pushed her pelvis up to welcome him.
"Had your father been a woman, I'm certain that they'd be wed."
She scratched his back.
"Stop saying weird things and just fuck me!"
"We could have grown up as siblings." He murmured with his deep voice and she felt herself tighten around him.
Such things are not godly.
She reminded herself guiltily, but the guilt only made her more enthusiastic as she pumped upwards to match Jon's pace.
"We're barely related!" She reminded them both of the reality, despite the could have beens. Rhaegar and Robert married? How outlandish.
"In yet another world," He continued as they both increased their pace. "Rhaegar might have captured Robert alive and then taken you prisoner too." He sat up and grabbed her hips, stopping her movements and started to pound into her with gusto.
"And then when you grew up, you'd be forced to marry me, his bastard, as an insult to your father."
None of what he said made any sense, but she could tell the thought aroused him.
"And I'd keep you in a tower and fuck you all day."
She laughed at his manic expression, as her pussy tightened around him in warning. Then he leaned closer and bit her on the neck.
"As my captive wife!"
And they climaxed together. Jon only remembered to pull out after he'd spurted once inside her and came all over her toned stomach.
The sight of the pale liquid flowing over her abs seemed to mesmerise him. His hands loosened their hold on her hips and his member hardened again.
Mya twisted her hips and used her legs still wrapped around him to push him to the ground beside her and straddled him. She let out another groan as his cock went inside her again, just where it belonged, and she heard Jon groan alongside her. Which she took to be an agreement.
"Or in another universe," She mimicked his voice. "It was Robert who won at the trident and became King."
She felt Jon clench inside her.
"And I became a princess and you the captive."
She rode him faster and faster, and now it was Jon thrusting up to meet her.
"Mayhaps I'd have made you the court fool. You make enough jests to pass for one."
Jon laughed under her. The sounds of their flesh slapping echoed in the silence of the night.
"And at night I'd put your tongue to better use."
He took that as a hint and pushed up her tunic to expose her breasts. Then proceeded to lick her nipples.
"Wouldn't that be nice." She grabbed his hair and harshly dragged his lips over her bosom. "To have the last Targaryen as my little love slave!"
She ground her hips into his, flexing her vagina muscles to milk him like her cattle back home.
"I'd have a leash made for you, and keep you tied up like one of my mules."
Her pace got even faster and her pleasure increased until she had trouble speaking coherently.
"I'd feed you, wash you, groom you."
She'd do it for all the Targaryen princesses to see.
"And when I'd feel an itch, I'd take you out for a ride."
She could hear him mutter "fuck, fuck" in rhythm to their fucking.
"And if you please me, I'd even let you put a babe in me."
"As you command, my Queen!" He screamed into her teats and she came undone, her lover right alongside her.
Tired from the mental and physical exertions, they walked back to their tent and slept in each other's arms. Mya wondered if perhaps her feelings towards the Targaryens were more antagonistic than she had first thought.