Shireen was on her way to the King's Solar. Jon Stark had called for her, and she had been escorted by a servant. The last few days Shireen felt as if she was witnessing one of the fairy tales that she had read about. She had not watched the battle yesterday, but even if a third of the rumours about it were true, he would easily fit to be a character straight out of the Age of Heroes. Slaying a dozen enemies with a single swing of his blade. Cutting through armour as if it were butter. Not to mention how a bastard managed to avenge his fallen family and become King. Only the beautiful maiden was missing for the story to be complete.