Chapter 3 - The Young Messiah (III)
"There is no escape; we pay for the violence of our ancestors" - thought Aenar Targaryen under the hate-filled eyes of King Baratheon.
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Jon awoke in his bed; his eyes calm despite the incredible experience that had just taken place. Meeting Visenya Targaryen, the first queen of Westeros, was a pleasant encounter that he had not foreseen with his prescience.
He quickly realized that time in the time-space nexus was different from the real world, he had spent days training with Visenya, but looking out the window it hadn't been more than a few hours, it looked like he had taken a simple nap.
Remembering the old but undeniably strong woman pointing her sword at him, Jon felt his lips curl into a smile.
Getting out of bed, he walked over to a bucket and washed his face. It was his favorite time of day, breakfast, and perhaps the last breakfast he would have with his uncle before he went off to war again after six years of rebellion.
After making sure there was nothing wrong with his clothes, Jon left the room without a second thought. The corridors of Winterfell were busier than ever.
Warriors and more warriors passed him, some looking at him with curiosity, others with thinly veiled disdain. But most ignored him as if he didn't even exist.
Jon didn't know if it hurt more to be despised or ignored, but he was used to such looks and continued his walk until he reached the mess hall where everyone ate every morning, lunch and dinner.
Opening the doors to the hall, Jon found his family eating along with several other northern lords, the most prominent of whom were Big Jon of House Umber and Jorah of House Mormont, along with his aunt Maege Mormont.
The only reason for mentioning Jorah was that the man had a very important role to play in the future, otherwise Jon wouldn't even look at a man who would sell people in the future to satisfy a pompous, self-centered woman.