"I do not intend to die any time soon, and I have a few tricks up my sleeve," Jon Stark uttered, and Wyman blinked with amazement - a playful dancing purple flame appeared in the king's bare hand. It was small, yet so hot that Wyman could feel the blistering heat on his face all the way from his seat. Any protests he had died in his throat. "I need some time to prepare before going south. A moon is more than enough. House Targaryen has slighted House Stark for the last time. As distasteful as it might be, this seems like the perfect opportunity to attempt to mend our relationship with House Lannister. We now have a common enemy, Cersei's daughter, and a reason to make peace."