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      Published: 2018-03-04 Updated: 2018-03-23 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5482
****** AU: Snow's Coming South ******
by CarpeNoctem20
Summary
     Jon Snow learns his parentage and struggles to come to grips with it,
     the King is coming to Winterfell, and he's unsure of his future now,
     either take the Black or leave Winterfell because he know's he cannot
     stay. Harem/Multi love story. Mature Content. R plus L doesn't equal
     J.
***** Jon I *****
Chapter Notes
     I posted this chapter before of FF and I was going to upload the next
     chapter soon after that, however, I got to thinking of an even better
     plot other than just gratuitous amounts of sex and a little bit of
     plot, now it's grown to be something different and new I hope.
     It'll have my own Theory on who Azor Ahai is, and I think it's a
     theory that hasn't actually been said before after I spent a while
     scouring the internet for anything that even relates to what I have
     thought up.
     And for those who are disappointed that R+L doesn't=J, I'm sorry but
     it's overdone and doesn't fit in my story I have been creating.
                                      Jon
He sighed as he watched his father behead another brother of the Nights Watch,
the fifth in four moons, the head rolled down the muddy bank, and landed at
Theon's feet, the Greyjoy ward, kicked it away, smiling wickedly as he did it.
He patted Bran's shoulder as a sign of pride, the boy had been to three of the
five executions now, and each time, he has flinched less and less. He nodded to
Robb as he passed him on his way down to the horses, saddling his own before
watching his father and his brothers return to their own.
The cold and brisk wind whipped at his face, as he waited for his father to
saddle up, and once he did they set off back off to return to Winterfell.
He spotted Summer, Brans Direwolf chase Grey Wind through the lush woods that
he had known his entire life, they both were nearly the size of a pony now,
after finding them in the woods as pups one year back, his Direwolf Ghost was
trailing them, he was larger than his siblings and the most isolated and
independent of them, his snow-white fur, made him easy to lose in the summer
snows but easy to spot as well.
When they had found them, he had been so pleased, he felt as if this was a sign
that he was a Stark no matter what his last name was and who his mother had
been, Lady Stark had disliked the Wolves and his especially, also knowing how
it looked, but she grew to accept them, all of them, even his own.
His mother had been a topic of much discussion in recent days, he had been
pressuring his father for a long time, but he had made a mission out of it now,
he was set on joining the Nights Watch and wanted to know before he left
Winterfell.
His father had refused to talk about it, outright ordering Jon to leave it
alone, but he couldn't, not with little time left, he would be leaving for the
Wall soon, and he wouldn't know when he would see his father again, especially
if he becomes a ranger for the Watch, his Uncle had told him some could be
beyond the Wall for a year, especially during Winter.
"Jon." His father's voice startled him out of his thoughts, he turned and
watched as his father rode up to him.
"Lord Stark." He replied, out of necessity, being a Bastard, he wasn't allowed
to call him father in a public setting, only his trueborn sons and daughters
could do that, though he was glad to see his father grimace when he addressed
him as such.
"This is hard for me Jon, to talk about your mother." His father started, his
eyes staring straight ahead.
"But if you still want to know about her, come to my solar, after we return to
Winterfell, and I'll tell you everything, I promise." His father declared, Jon
was speechless, gaping at his father, but he was joy full, and happy about
being able to finally know the truth about his mother, about his origin.
"Thank you, father." He stammered out, his father turned to him then and nodded
before riding to the front of the party.
The journey back to Winterfell seemed to last forever, all he wanted to do was
ride back to Winterfell at full speed atop his horse, but he knew he couldn't,
so he rode back with his father's party as patiently as he could.
The Gates was already open by the time they got back to the large castle, Lady
Stark was already greeting his father by the time he rode into the main
courtyard, Arya sprinted towards him with a huge smile on her face, and he
couldn't help but give one back.
"You're back!" Arya shouted as she hugged him, her arms tightening as much as
they could around his neck without choking him to death, he chuckled as he
hugged her back.
"It appears so little wolf." He replied, placing her back on solid ground.
"You were gone for hours!" His sister exaggerated.
"We were gone for almost two, little sister, not for half the day."
"It felt like it." His sister announced.
"Jon." His father broke in, smiling as he glanced at Arya. "My Solar." Was all
he said as he walked off.
"Are you in trouble?" His sister asked, concern showing through her eyes.
"No little sister, I promise to tell you about it afterwards." He replied
before leaving to follow his father, he noticed Lady Starks glare as he walked
past, but after noticing it, he paid little attention to it.
His father's solar wasn't a spacious room; it was plain, organised and easy to
navigate, it was simple, perfect for the quiet wolf of Winterfell.
"Wine?" His father asked, as he poured one for himself and downed it in one go,
before filling his own up again and letting it rest on his desk.
"No, thank you," Jon replied, his eyes glancing at the cup and his father in
quick succession out of surprise, he had never seen his father do that before.
"When I tell you this Jon, you're going to be angry, confused, and I just want
you to know, you'll always be my son, no matter what." His father started off
looking directly into his eyes.
"I know that father, but what-"
"I wasn't finished Jon; there is no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it,
your mother was Ashara Dayne," His father announced.
He had heard rumours from the kitchen staff here at Winterfell, whispers in the
dark really but to have his father confirm them, was shocking, to say the
least, he lost his breath for a moment, but a sense of relief and grief filled
him in equal measure, he would never meet his mother, she had thrown herself
from the tower of Starfall, but he knew at least.
"But there's more Jon; I'm not your father."
That brought Jon more pain than he could ever imagine, it's as if someone
reached into his chest and closed their hand around his heart and squeezed.
"You're lying!" He shouted, his tears he's desperately trying to hold in
blurring the image of his father.
"I'm not Jon; I'm your Uncle, you're my brother's son, you're Brandon's son."
His Uncle announced pain and regret showing through his eyes.
Jon stood quickly then, the chair he was sitting on, now laying on the floor.
"I hate you!" Jon seethed, before he stormed out from the room, he ran fast
then, nearly knocking over a maid in the process, his heart was pounding, he
couldn't breathe, but once he found himself in the courtyard it felt like he
could breathe again, however something stirred in his chest, anger flowed
through him and he bolted off again towards the stables.
He saddled his horse and took off, a voice faded into the background, he knew
it was Arya, but that did little to stop him, as he sped towards Winter town.
He didn't know what brought him here, maybe it was the truth about his mother,
or maybe out of anger, but he was here at the whore house.
He had been here once before, for Robbs nameday, Theon had organised it and had
bought Ros for him for the night, she was beautiful, red hair, large breasts
and a gorgeous smile, yet when she had undressed, he couldn't do it, she had
hated him for it, told him to never return, and had sprouted some nasty
rumours, yet here he was waiting for her, as he downed his fifth cup of ale.
"Snow?" A voice asked in shock.
Jon knew that voice from anywhere, he didn't want to acknowledge who it
belonged to but he had to, he turned and watched as a grin formed on Theon's
face.
"Well, well, well, the honourable Bastard of Winterfell, in the last place
anyone would look for him, now this is a surprise." Theon gloated as he walked
towards him.
"Who are you here to 'see' Snow? Angie, perhaps, Bessie?"
"Ros," Jon answered, with the finality of a Lord.
"She won't see you, she hates you for what you did," Theon replied, "but let me
see if I can get her to agree."
Greyjoy shot up them quicker than expected and walked into the back room, he
was quick to return, and the smirk he had on his face when he left had turned
into a full-blown grin.
"Right this way Snow." Theon pointed, and he moved past and into the room he
had pointed to, and quickly barred the door.
"So Bastard, you wish to have me this time?" Ros asked from behind him, he
turned and watched as she finished cleaning herself.
"I do." He admitted.
"And you aren't going to run away from me this time?"
"No."
"Fourteen Silver Stags, that's the cost." He knew that was expensive,
especially for Winter Town, yet he knew how much he had insulted her by turning
her away the last time, he reached into coin bag and brought out twenty Silver
Stags and handed them to her.
"As an apology." He muttered as she looked at him.
"Strip then." She demanded, and he did just that, and soon he was naked,
standing before her, he watched as her eyes glance over his body before she
stared at his cock, a small smirk playing on her lips as before she looked back
up and into his eyes.
The sheer robe she was wearing was discarded, and soon she was running her
hands all over his body, before gripping his enlarging cock.
He moaned out as she stroked him, she giggled at that, before pressing her lips
to his chest, every time, going lower and lower, soon her mouth was on his
cock, sucking him into her mouth, he groaned and moaned, his hands running
through her hair.
He stopped himself before he came, pulling her up and onto the bed, he kissed
her neck, then her breasts, then onto her stomach, and then her cunt, the smell
didn't bother him, in fact, it got him harder, he pressed his tongue against
her cunt and Ros let out a great moan, before gripping his hair and pulling his
face deeper into her crotch.
Her legs crisscrossed around his neck as he kept on, licking and sucking on her
clit, he broke out of her strong grip and placed himself on top of her, his
cock, ghosting across her cunt before he finally pushed into her.
They both let out a moan, he went slowly at first, getting used to the feeling,
before picking up speed, he gripped her head with his hands as he slammed into
her, he put his face to her neck and breathed in, loving the scent of her.
He soon reached his limit and groaned as he came inside her, her nails dug into
his back as he continued to spurt his seed into her cunt.
Soon he was face down on her neck, deeply breathing as he felt relaxed and
calm, he knew his weight was probably hurting her, so he moved off of her and
looked towards the ceiling.
"Thank you." He whispered to her.
"If you're like that every time, you're welcome to come again," Ros admitted as
she slid off the bed, getting to work on cleaning herself.
"Get changed, and leave, I haven't eaten anything yet, and I'm starved." Ros
dismissed him, and he knew when to leave, so he quickly got changed and left,
getting back on his horse and riding back towards Winterfell.
When he reached the courtyard, he could see Theon talking to Robb, they both
caught sight of him rather quickly, Theon had a massive grin on his face and
Robb, looked confused and concerned.
Arya came bounding towards him then, anger and fury in her eyes.
"You ran off!" She accused.
"Aye." He answered weakly.
"Father was mad!"
"I know."
"So was I."
"I know that too."
"Well you better come inside, The King is coming."
***** Jon II *****
Chapter Summary
     The King rides to Winterfell, confrontation with the Starks, and Snow
     journeys south.
     Let me know if there are any mistakes, or issues, as I have no beta
     reader.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                      Jon
His hands ached, the training dummy was a wreck, and his tourney sword was
useless to anyone now, his Uncle had announced that the King was coming to
Winterfell, rumours were, he was coming North to name his Uncle Hand of the
King and betroth his son Joffrey to Sansa.
 
He was still angry at his Uncle; he felt betrayed and alone, more alone than he
had already felt, his siblings were no longer that, now cousins, his father
dead thanks to the Mad King and his mother dead from depression, or well that
was the rumour anyway.
 
He had beaten Greyjoy and Robb hard today, Theon had a busted nose, and a
dislocated finger, while Robb got away with a bruised lip and a black eye. Ser
Rodrick had pitted both against Jon, knowing he could handle two attackers at
once, he had let his anger guide him during their bout, and now he had allowed
it to go unchecked again, which has resulted in a destroyed training dummy.
 
The King would be arriving by the end of the week; he hoped Robbs black eye had
dissipated by then, or he would undoubtedly feel the wrath of Lady Stark.
 
It was that night when Robb came to see him in his chambers, his cousin was
sporting a wicked bruise around his left eye, which left Jon to find that both
funny and worrying especially after seeing Lady Starks fiery gaze earlier in
the Great Hall.
 
His cousin looked as if he was trying to be cautious as if he had just been
thrown into a lion’s den, Jon watched as Robb sat down gingerly on his bed,
those Tully blue eyes looking pensive at his dark brown.
 
“Anything I can help you with brother?” He asked Robb as the minutes of
uncomfortable silence had gone on a little too long for Jon’s liking.
 
“Theon said something to me today, at first I thought he was joking, and called
him a liar, but you know how serious he gets after someone calls him that, and
I’ve never seen him as serious as this, so Jon, is it true? Did you go to Ros?”
Robb’s eyes never left his own, his palms were beginning to sweat, and now all
he could think about was getting his hands around Greyjoy’s throat.
 
“Aye.” He answers dumbly, the only words that he could even think of saying at
this point.
 
“Aye? Aye? All that talk about not wanting to father a Bastard, and you go and
do this? And when asked about it all you do is answer with an ‘Aye’”Robbs' eyes
blazed, but there was no heat in them, only the cold of Winter itself.
 
“What else do you want me to say, Robb? Truly?” Jon hissed at his cousin.
 
“A little more than fucking ‘Aye’ Why’d you even do it, Jon, you were so
adamant about not wanting to father a Bastard, how does all that just get
forgotten in an instant?” Robb demanded, standing from the bed, but keeping his
distance.
 
“Maybe I wanted to forget, just for a little while, forget that I’m just the
Bastard of Winterfell, forget all the eyes that judge me from afar, forget all
about your mother and her hatred of me, but do you know what I feel now?” He
shouted, his blood boiling.
 
“I feel regret, constant regret that I used a woman, that I paid a woman, to
try and help me forget, I deserve all those eyes on me judging me, I truly am,
nothing but a lustful Bastard, someone your mother can’t wait to get rid of,
the moment Uncle rides south!” His words tasted bitter in his mouth, but he had
needed to say it, but what came out of Robbs mouth after, made him want to
shrink up and die.
 
“Uncle?” Robb questioned. “Why would my mother worry about what Benje- “Robb
hadn’t even finished his question, which caused Jon to tense up, his heart
beating rapidly in his chest.
 
“Jon? Benjen isn’t riding south.”
 
“I know.”
 
“Father is.”
 
“I know that too.”
 
“But you called him Uncle.”
 
“I did.”
 
“Jon?”
 
“Leave, please Robb, just leave.” He pleaded.
 
“I’m not going anywhere, until you tell me, why you just called our father
Uncle.” Fucking Starks and their stubbornness.
 
“It doesn’t matter.” He replied weakly.
 
“Doesn’t matter? Are you serious? How could this not matter?” Robb asked
astounded.
 
“Because it doesn’t, it changes nothing; I’m still the Bastard of Winterfell, I
still have Stark blood running through my veins, but just not your fathers.”
Jon sighed, tension leaving him as the stark reality of the situation sinks in.
 
“But it does change everything; Mother could finally accept you, she wouldn’t
hate you, you could even get-“
 
“Robb! Seriously? Maybe I’m not your father’s bastard; she’ll be happy until I
tell her I’m Brandon’s bastard.” He shouted at his cousin. Robb was stood
entirely still, apart from his chest rising and falling harshly as if he had
been running.
 
“I’m older than you Robb! A Bastard son, of the person who was supposed to
inherit Winterfell, she’d want me gone the moment that comes to light in fear
of your right to Winterfell. Don’t you see? I’m nothing but a threat to her,
she’ll never love me, she’ll never like me, and once I’m gone, she’ll never
want me back here!”
 
“Brother.”
 
“I’m not your brother Robb, I have never been your brother.” And with those
last spiteful words, Jon stormed out of his room.
 
It was cold standing on the walls of Winterfell, but Jon needed it, needed to
feel cold, hoping to cool the raging fire that had been his anger, he never
used to be like this, his rage used to be like his Uncles, controlled, useful
and cold like a Winters wind, but now, it’s boiling, as if fire itself was
running through his veins.
 
He shouldn’t have said all those things to Robb, he was his brother, no, they
were all his siblings, even Sansa, but after everything, it felt as if there
was a wall surrounding his siblings, blocking him off from the rest of them,
leaving him alone.
 
Ghost, as if he felt Jon’s ire as well ran his head under his hand, the giant
Wolf, seeking to comfort Jon in any way he can, Jon couldn’t help but smile, as
he fisted Ghosts fur.
 
“Nymeria does that as well.”
 
Jon turned to watch his sister emerge from the shadows like a shadow cat, a
small smile playing on her lips.
 
“What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He asked, lightly
scolding her for being up at this hour.
 
“I heard you and Robb arguing.”
 
His heart shatters at the thought that Arya may have overheard that he wasn’t
their brother. His heart beats hard as he struggles for breath.
 
“I didn’t hear what you were sayin’ you were just really loud, I heard you
storm off, and I wanted to follow, but Robb stayed in your room for a little
while so I couldn’t sneak out.”
 
His heart calmed slightly, thanking any god or gods that he could name, he
couldn’t bear to lose Arya, she was his best friend, and would always be his
family, no matter what.
 
“Thank you, little wolf.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead and ruffling her
hair.
 
“For what?”
 
“For caring about me, for loving me.”
 
“I’ll always love you, Jon, I don’t ever want you to leave.”
 
He broke out into a huge smile before telling her to go to bed, she replied
with sticking her tongue out, which he aptly caught, giving it a light shake,
before they both set off giggling.
 
The King had arrived a day later than expected, the wheelhouse that housed the
Queen and her two youngest had broken down, and the wheel had needed to be
repaired, or so Robb had said to him during the second feast the King had
outright demanded to be thrown. It was at that feast that he told his Uncle
Benjen that he wouldn’t be going with him to the Wall. Instead, he had made
other plans, plans that have landed him in his Uncles solar.
 
“Jon, you know you can’t come to court with your sisters and me.”
 
“I know, I’ll be going further south than that,” Jon said as he stared at his
Uncle, his Uncles eyes shining with understanding.
 
“You’re planning to go to Dorne.” The finality in his Uncles tone made Jon’s
back a little straighter.
 
“I am,” Jon replied.
 
“The Watch would be lucky to have you, Jon, you have a leadership quality about
you, and nobody could deny your skill with a sword.”
 
“If I don’t find what I’m looking for in Dorne, the Watch will still be here,
Lord Stark.” The disappointment was evident on his Uncles face, and Jon was
ashamed at the amount of anger he felt in response to that.
 
“Jon, you don’t need to call me that in here- “
 
“And what should I call you? Father? Uncle? I grew up wanting your love, your
name, your support, but it was all a lie!” Jon hissed, his fingers clenched so
tightly his nails pierced the skin of his palm.
 
“No, it wasn’t, I may not be your true father, but I raised you, I gave you a
home, a family!”
 
“Aye, you gave me a home, with a woman that scorns my very existence, with
people constantly belittling me because I’m a bastard as if I chose to be born
one, where was your protection then, where was my family then!” Jon all but
yelled.
 
“You don’t think I wanted to protect you? To have you legitimised as a true
Stark? I did, but Catelyn would never allow it, and if it ever got out that you
were Brandon’s and not mine, there would be conflict, you would be a
legitimised Stark, Jon, a legitimate son of Brandon, my older brother, who
should’ve been Lord of Winterfell before I ever was, that would place you above
Robb, above even me!”
 
“You think I would steal Robbs inheritance? His right to Winterfell? I don’t
want Winterfell; I don’t want a Lordship, Land or titles, I wanted a family, I
wanted a name I could be proud of!”
 
“I know Jon, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you, I truly am, but I did
it to protect you, If Catelyn had found out that you were Brandon’s, she would
have wanted you gone, you’re older than Robb by a year Jon, and Cats been
brought up to fear Bastards, thanks to the Blackfyre Rebellions and those
bloody Septa’s, I did it to keep my family safe and together.” His Uncle
admitted.
 
“Why did you take me from my mother? Was she already dead when you went to
Starfall?” Jon asked quietly.
 
“Your mother was very ill Jon, after hearing of Brandon's murder and the
pregnancy which had been a tough one, it had drained her for most of her energy
and will, and when I arrived at Starfall with your Uncles blade, your mother
broke Jon, I feared she wouldn’t be able to look after you as a mother should,
so I took you from her and promised to raise you, it wasn’t until the day
before I was set to leave the capitol after Roberts Coronation that I got word
of your mothers death.”
 
“You took me from a grieving mother?” Jon asked astonished at what he was
hearing.
 
“Your mother wasn’t in her right mind, Jon.”
 
“But- “A knock sounded at the door to his Uncles solar, cutting off Jon’s
response.
 
“Come in.” His Uncle shouted, the heavy door creaked open, and a maid scurried
in.
 
“The King has requested your presence m’lord.”
 
“We’ll talk more on this later Jon.” And with that, his Uncle left the room,
with the maid following close behind.
 
His fingers itched to have a sword in his hand, so he left his Uncles solar and
made his way to the practice grounds.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Leaving Winterfell had been hard, but exciting, he was afraid for Bran after
his fall from the broken tower, and saddened to hear that Bran would never be
able to walk again, Robb and himself had drunk themselves into a stupor that
night, it was selfish of them, but needed, Theon had actually been reasonable
that night, but back to his old self the following day.
 
Saying goodbye to the only brothers he’s ever known was heartbreaking, Robb had
wished him luck, making him promise to return to Winterfell one day and talk
about the adventures he’d experience, they had reconciled
 
Saying goodbye to Uncle Benjen had been the hardest thing to do, during his
departure, for years Jon had promised he would ride North with him one day and
serve the Watch, and now here he was riding south, his Uncle had laughed, and
truthfully told him that life at the Wall wasn’t something he had wanted for
him, and he was glad that he was going south.
 
Jon was glad that he was riding south with his Uncle and the King, he would’ve
been alone if the King hadn’t been more than happier to have Jon riding along
with them, the Queen had been insulted and the Crown Prince even more so, but
one stern look from the King quietened them, thankfully though Arya had been
more than delighted that he was riding south with the main party, actually in
the two days they had been traveling Jon doesn’t think Arya’s even left his
side unless absolutely nessescary.
 
Two weeks into the journey south and they have hit the neck, it had been
exhausting, Jon knew the North was rough, but with summer snows being as
frequent as they are, they have had to use different routes to get further
south.
 
The Kings Road is maintained well for the most part, but predicting the
Northern weather is nigh impossible, the weather can change as fast as the
wind.
 
It hadn’t been all bad, Jon had taken to teaching Arya the art of swordplay,
the problem was, they were bound to have different fighting styles, this due to
his sister’s size, at fourteen she still wasn’t really growing, unlike he had
at her age.
 
This made it difficult to train her, she couldn’t wield a traditional Westerosi
sword, so he had gotten her a Braavosi sword, the blade was thin, it couldn’t
penetrate armour even if the gods had blessed it, but it could poke anyone full
of holes if the wielder were fast enough, and Arya could be that she was
already quick and if taught by the right person, she could be great with it.
 
However, Jon had no idea how to fight with a sword like that, so he taught Arya
as well as he could, footwork, weak spots and killing shots, all useful, he
only hoped Arya could find someone to teach her.
 
It was well into their fourth session when Arya had asked if she could bring a
friend into these sessions, of course, he had accepted and smiled politely when
she brought the Butchers boy Mycah to the fifth session, soon the three of them
had been joking and laughing with each other.
 
It all went to shit when Nymeria had stepped in to defend Arya, Jon and Ghost
had been hunting for their supper, as he returned at night, the Stark men were
shouting as were Lannister and Baratheon men, as he got closer to the camp he
saw Lady tied to a pole, with a Lannister guard standing close by.
 
“Stay here Ghost,” Jon had commanded.
 
Ghost, like his usual self, met the command with silence but explicit
obedience, as he stepped out from the brush, the Lannister guard half drew his
sword.
 
“Who’re you boy?” The man sneered.
 
“Jon Snow, my father is Lord Stark. What’s happened?”
 
“One of your wolves attacked the Prince boy.”
 
Jon shot passed the guard, ignoring the man’s protests as he barged into the
hall, the Stark men did little to stop him from moving closer to the King, and
to where his Uncle now stood.
 
“You can’t mean- “
 
“A Direwolf’s no pet, get her a dog, she’ll be happier for it.” The King
commanded, effectively silencing his Uncle mid-sentence.
 
As the King moved to storm out of the keep, the men all standing aside for the
king to walk through, the guard from before stumbled into the keep, halting the
King in the process.
 
“Your Grace! The Wolf is gone!” The man shouted gasping for breath, his left
arm dangling uselessly by his side.
 
“How?” The Queen demanded, her tone accusatory and cold like ice.
 
“Another Wolf attacked me, huge, white fur and eyes the colour of blood, I
tried to stop it, but it bit me and threw me across the path and into the
brush.”
 
The Stark men’s eyes all turned to Jon then, he couldn’t up but fidget under
the weight of them, the King stood and looked at him, his face clear of any
emotion, the Queen was shouting and screeching, but he couldn’t make out the
words.
 
The King did nothing but stare, for what felt like a decade, but his only
response was a shake of the head, and then he was gone, he hadn’t even noticed
Arya had grasped his hand during the exchange of wills, but he was happy for
her support.
 
He covered Arya’s eyes as the Hound brought Mycah’s corpse through the camp,
Jon felt anger like he had never felt before, red hot and boiling, but there
was nothing he could do.
 
The Journey through the Riverlands was a sombre one, all of the Wolves were
missing, Ghost hadn’t sought him out, and Nymeria and Lady never returned
either, Arya had taken to sleeping with him in his tent, he had felt her cry on
the first few nights after the incident, and so he comforted her as best he
could, but now, Jon could see the hatred in her eyes as she looks at the Prince
or the Queen, and honestly he couldn’t blame her.
 
It was breathtaking watching Kings Landing emerge over the horizon, but as they
got closer, the smell got worse. It stunk of shit and piss, he tried to keep
his face as neutral as possible, but he failed more than he cared to admit.
For the past few days, Arya had started to ask if he was going to be staying
for awhile, as much as he wanted to stay with her, he couldn’t bear to be in
the same city as the Lannisters, and they wouldn’t want him staying in the Red
Keep anyway.
 
He told her, to her face that he probably would be heading straight off when
they get to the city, Arya hadn’t been pleased, begging him to stay for a
while, thankfully his Uncle chose that moment to ride up to them.
 
He sent Arya scuttling off, and awkward silence carried between them, for what
felt like an age.
 
“Do you hate me?” His Uncle asked, breaking the silence first.
 
“I don’t know.”
 
“I did it to protect you,”
 
“Is that really what you really believe? Truthfully?”
 
“When you get to Starfall Jon, things aren’t going to be as you hoped, but that
doesn’t matter I know you’re stuck on this, that’s your father's stubbornness
in you showing, so here,” Jon watched as his Uncle sought through his satchel
on his horse, before he pulled out a scroll.
 
“This is for you,” His Uncle announced, passing the scroll to him.
 
“Read it once you’re ready, and no sooner, or else it won’t make sense, promise
me.”
 
“I promise,” Jon replied truthfully.
 
“I do love you, Jon, I may not be your father, but you are my son, and you will
always have a home at Winterfell.”
 
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Arya had clung to him as if she would never see him again as he prepared to set
off to Dorne, he whispered to her that they’ll see each other again, which only
made her arms tighten around him even more.
 
“I’ll miss you little wolf.”
 
“Miss you too, Jon.”
 
Jon jumped up onto his horse once Arya had finally released him, he had checked
everything twice to make sure he had everything, he caught his Uncles eyes and
nodded to him, which his Uncle did the same before he finally faced south and
urged his horse on.
 
Jon couldn’t help but feel, free as he rode further south.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the delay, my Gran had to have a Major operation and we've
     convinced her to stay with us now, and she needs 24/7 care, so we are
     all taking turns.
     Hope this chapter made up for the wait.
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