”Bastards are not allowed on the celebrations.”
Thay was what Jon always heard, when here came to the celebrations, where came a noble people from other houses. Not everyone, but still. When here came the king — he always was left by himself, alone and no one ever came to see how he is and what he is doing. Laughs, fancy food and drinks, stories about times, when his uncle and the king Robert Baratheon were younger and were a commrades. It was not for him and he can’t even look at it even with one eye, since bastards are a disgrace itself… Children that was born without marriage and mostly no one ever know who their father was.
Jon didn’t know his parents at all, he was raised by his uncle — Ned Stark. He was raised like his own child, even so everyone knew clearly that he wasn’t his and his surname “Snow”, this one that was gaged to every bastard without parents — it was speaking louder than Jon would want to. He wasn’t arguing, wasn’t offended on his life. Well, not at all. He lived better than many, his uncle and his so-called brothers and sisters were kind to him, even so sometimes siblings was mocking him, but it wasn’t that much bad. But still it feels.. wrong. Like he was an outsider. Every celebration he was left behind and not even once anyone came to sit with him, to keep him company that he wanted and craved that much at those days. Those days, when king came was the most lonely one for him… And even so no one ever came to see how he is, he still was hoping that one day someone would.
Today here was quite noisy — king Robert Baratheon was going to visit them again, but this time not alone, but with his wife and children. And it seems the first time he bring here his all children, even the youngest one princess that rarely shows up on public at all.
— Do you think she is just ugly since he never bring her here? — chuckled Rob, as he made a face, trying to joke a bit. — Seriously, I think something is wrong with her, like, if she would be just a normal girl, king would bring her with him even earlier.
Jon just shakes his head a bit, as he looked at his brother and said with a sigh. — You shouldn’t speak like this, if anyone would hear you — you will have a big problems for saying bad things about princess. Ugly or not — she is still one of the heirs of the king.
And so Rob just laughed it off, they forgot about it and everything just came as it should be…
Jok didn’t care much about how was looking heirs of the king at all, like as if he would be able to see them more than from afar. He wouldn’t be there on celebration anyway and he is not the one, who should criticise if they’re beautiful or not at all, he was not the best one himself. A low bastard. And even so his uncle told him many times that he loves him just the way he loves his children, even so his siblings loved him… He still knew that no matter how much he is loved — he never would be in the same boat with them.
Celebration already started. Outside Jon heard sounds of loud talking, music, laughter… Like always. He sighs, as he just sat down onto the stages here, as he was patting a wolf cubes that was liking his palm and seems quite willing to play with him.
— Well, at least you still there with me… — murmured he, patting them on their small heads.
While sitting he didn’t notice first like the door opened and here came a fragile and gentle figure. He noticed it only while he heard a few footsteps that made snow do a crunching noise and so he turned to look, who it was and so he paused, as he saw a girl so close to him.
— Can I pet them too? — asked she, as she smiled gently and looked down at the wolf cubes and adds. — If they’re not bite..
Jon just looked at her quite dumbfounded, as he tried to remember, who she was… But then it came on him — a princess herself! Blonde locks that she seems had from her mother, regal bearing… And she wasn’t looking ugly at all, like everyone said — otherwise — she was beautiful in her fur coat and with a smowflakes in her locks.