A woman looked down into the bright violet eyes of her son. emHer son/em, it was still such an odd thing to think. She had not given birth to him, leaving her with no time time to adjust to the idea of being a parent, a mother. She smoothed back his black hair and he smiled at her, the sight of it lit her heart. She felt like his mother, even if she had not begun that way.
Ashara was young and beautiful, with her long black hair and swirling purple hued eyes. The eldest daughter of the Dornish house of Dayne, she was one of the most sought after young maidens at court. That was, she had been. Though a maiden she remained, to the rest of the world she would be a woman disgraced, as she claimed the little boy in her arms to be her bastard.
"He is beautiful, Ash," a rough, husky voice said from the doorway. The young woman turned to find her brother, Sir Arthur Dayne, leaning against the frame of the door as if he had not a care in the world. They were close, the two siblings, and he could not believe how much he loved the sight of his little sister as a mother. She held the baby reverently and the knight was not sure if she could love him any more if she had birthed him herself.
The young woman looked up at her brother and smiled, "He is, isn't he? It's remarkable how much he looks like me."
"It's our Targaryen blood. What shall you name him?"
"Lyanna named him Jaehaerys but he would never be hidden with such a Targaryen name. I was thinking Jon."
They both smiled at the giggling boy, who seemed to respond instantly to his new name. Somehow, they knew that all would be alright.