A Song for The Lost

                                    

                                          
Jon Sand
When they returned to Sunspear, it was dusk, and the feeling of coldness had spread throughout the air; despite the day being hot and being able to handle the sun shining down, the night always became cold; even during the winter, the temperature would rarely drop below freezing at night, causing water to freeze.
This reminded Jon of a local legend that he had heard from his mother the previous year.
She gave it the title 'The Year Snow Fell on Dorne,' which quickly drew the attention of Jon and Nym, and shortly after that, Obara was interested as well.
His mother told them about a long time ago, during the first long night when the White Walkers attacked the living, when the sun had disappeared, and darkness had fallen all over the world, with no sun to brighten and warm the days on Dorne. "The sun had disappeared, and darkness had fallen all over the world," she said.
The sand had frozen solid, as solid as a rock, and the snow had blanketed the whole Dorne.
Of all, everyone was well aware that The Long Night was only a scary story intended to terrify little children.
But Jon wasn't sure since the exact same night he had dreamt of himself strolling through the Sunspear, a thin coating of snow had covered everything and he couldn't be sure.
What exactly is it? Jon had asked himself that question when he first saw the snow, despite the fact that he had never seen snow before.
At first, he had been perplexed, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had been intrigued.
Upon touching it, the snow on his lips had melted, nearly causing his teeth to become icicles. Shivers had crept throughout his body like tiny blades piercing his flesh one by one.
Jon recalled rushing around the castle, but he couldn't see anybody or anything there.
He had finally arrived at the location of the Sun Throne.
He had previously visited the location with his father and Uncle Doran, but this time, instead of the beautiful colors of the sun beaming into the Throne Room, he was surrounded by darkness.
The room was chilly and gloomy, with shadows everywhere; the water in the surrounding fountain had frozen, and the water had turned to ice; the flowers near the windows, where they typically stood, were no longer alive and vibrant, but had died and vanished altogether.
While shouting his father's name, Jon saw the door behind him open and turned around expecting to see his father, but all he saw were shadows, and no one was stepping inside, when suddenly dazzling blue eyes peered through the darkness, freezing him to death and causing him to lose consciousness.
Jon had woken up in the middle of the night, and he had even felt chilly, something he couldn't recall feeling in a long time.
When Jon heard the loud sound of the streets approaching closer, he escaped his thoughts.
As their horses made their way towards the Castle, Jon cast a glance over his shoulder towards the market.
When the royal horses appeared in front of them, the vast majority of people backed away.
Seeing Ari beaming at her people brought a smile to Jon's face; he knew that sooner or later, she would be the one in charge of Dorne.
Her performance as Princess of Dorne, possibly even better than her uncle Doran, was beyond question in Jon's opinion.
After riding closer and seeing others waving at her.
Their grins reached their ears, and several of them bowed their heads in front of her as she spoke.