A couple of hours later, the company was having lunch in a noisy inn and discussing further plans. On the table there were mugs with ale and large plates of meat, bread and juicy stew. Orvin gladly attached himself to the mug and made a nice sip of a cold drink. Mira refused the beer and asked her to bring her a tea drink.
- First, remember, Damion. The lords of Westeros knew your father, but you were nothing to them. Don't expect them to accept you with open arms. In particular, I am not happy about your appearance as she is the main contender for the throne after Bran's death. - Mira was telling Mira, looking around.
Nobody knew them in this city. The woman seldom left Sulfuric Watch, the Reed Castle, and Damion and his companions were strangers here.
- Secondly, in your veins flows the blood of Ancient Valyria. - Peace has continued. - Your ancestors were great people - Targaryens. It has been twenty years since Daenerys Targaryen died, and people thought your dynasty was interrupted. Keep in mind that you will definitely be wanted to be killed. Camila squint and looked at Damion, waiting for his reaction. But he remained as calm as ever.
- Mira, can I ask you a question? - Looking closely at the companion, the young man asked, thoughtfully stroking his chin.
- Ask. - A woman nodded.
- Why are you helping us? Why do you even need all this?
The world frowned and sighed heavily.
She spun a glass of cooled tea in her hands and said:
- I know that now there will be a fierce struggle. Bran did not leave a direct heir and Lord Westeros should choose a new king. Or a queen. - She added thoughtfully. - Sansa thinks she has every right to become the new ruler, but she has been sitting in the North for too long and doesn't know much. She won't get the throne easily. Westeros needs a worthy ruler, but not among the current Lords. My father believed that John could become one. Your father was a good man and you are very much like him. Both of you. At least on the outside.
The brothers looked at each other. The world was right - they looked like two drops of water. But the young men had a completely different character. Damion was more restrained and calm, while Orvin was impulsive and arrogant.
- And why wouldn't the rest of the kingdoms demand independence, like the North? - Jon Snow's eldest son became interested and attracted a large smoking dish with fried meat and fresh bread.
The young woman stopped talking and was immersed in memories for a while.
- After the victory over the King of the Night and the battle at King's Landing, Westeros was severely bleeding out. The Lords did not have the strength and people to regain their independence. It was necessary to restore order and rebuild houses and castles. And then everybody healed up with their usual life. They got married, had children, went hunting and drank wine. In recent years, Westeros has lived relatively quietly. And now again come troubled times.
A heavy silence hung at the table. Everyone has plunged into his own thoughts.
- How did your father disappear? - suddenly interested in Mira.
Young Orvin looked at his older brother from under his thick lashes, waiting for his reaction. Damion looked into the bright green eyes of his companion and began the story:
- After our mother slipped into a deep gorge and died, my father could not find a place for himself. One day he went hunting. That day was a severe blizzard. He wouldn't usually go far and take me with him. He taught me to hunt wild animals and fish. But that day he left alone, though I asked him to. We never saw him again.
Nathan's eyes were caught in the swaddling, and he turned his back on his companion. Orvin lowered his head and wiped his eyes sneakily.
No one else asked any more questions. After dinner, each of them went to his own room. Everyone had to rest after a hard day. Damion was sitting on a simple wooden chair, looking out the window thoughtfully. The sun had already touched the edge of the water, staining it in orange and red. They knocked on the door all of a sudden.
- It was open. - Without turning his head, the young man shouted.
The door squeaked open and Camila entered the small, bright room. When Damion saw her, he smiled joyfully and rose sharply from his seat. The redheaded girl came up to him slowly and gently wrapped herself around his neck with her thin hands, looking into his gray eyes. Damion hugged Camille for the thin waist, and pulled his lips closer to his mouth to the girl. Her nimble hands slipped over his doublet, trying to cope with the stubborn lacing.
- I hope you have some time for me. - Kamila whispered in the young man's ear.
Without saying a word, Damion took off her dress.