He had woken Dany early in the morning to steal away with him, out into the wilderness. Neither of them had ever known firm roots in their lives, always feeling adrift and without a real home. For the first time he could remember, he found that sense of belonging, but it was only at her side. Wyver or Olympia or even the wild, it didn't matter. This, being together was where he found grounding.

He rented a horse for her, a white one that he had his eye on as a potential gift. After preparing something for them to eat along the way (or rather, purchasing something from a nearby inn), he collected Dany and rode off with her out of the gates of Olympia. It would be the first (and possibly last time before she left for Wyver) that she would get to see the mountains and the rolling hills.

Urging her into a race, the two of the charged into the woods, passing a number of creatures along the way. Most were disturbed from their sleep, but a few watched them with hungry eyes. Jon wasn't concerned. Longclaw was with him as always and Ghost was at their heels. It was enough to let him feel comfortable as he slowed his horse, scanning the area for a place to rest and eat their meal.

"I think I see an abandoned cottage ahead. Do you want to explore it?"