I know I have not updated my other stories in a while and I'm sorry I have had the idea of making a Gamer story for a while and I could not get it out of my head no matter how much I tried. I originally was thinking SAO plot in World of Warcraft… And somehow it became this.

P.S. I will be using the ages from the show not the books because it makes my intro work better...

Intro: The Gift of the Game

Catelyn Stark had not been expecting the summons to her husband's solar this late at night. The both of them were already wearing themselves thin trying so hard to get everything ready for when the King arrives. It might not be for a few weeks still before King Robert the first of his name arrived but there was still much to do on top of everything that they normally had to manage.

As she pushed open the door she noted her husband sitting in his chair staring intently at a finely wrought iron pendent on his desk.

He didn't even look up when she entered as he continued to stare at the pendant, "Close the door Cat."

He trailed off as he briefly looked up locking eyes with her before he looked back down at the pendant in front of him, and she cursed internally. He was giving her that beseeching look he only used when they needed to discuss the bastard. Nevertheless she shut the door firmly behind her and sat with as much of her pride intact as could be across from her husband getting a closer look at the pendant on the desk, it was clearly wrought of iron but the details put into the Weirwood tree were artistically done beyond anything her own son had ever received. She pushed down the rage and jealousy that bubbled up within her at that.

"What is it you wished to talk about husband."

Her husband looked away from pendant and stared out the window as he collected himself before speaking, "I request that you swear on the old gods and the new that nothing you hear in this room with ever be spoken of again."

Her lips thinned at the unexpected request, her husband had never asked such of her their entire marriage and that he was now about that bastard was…

"Why?"

Ned's eyes met hers again and this time she could easily see a trace of grief well hidden in them, an emotion that pierced her like a knife, before he spoke, "Because… because there is a truth that only two other than myself know and I wished it could stay that way I truly do but current matters are pushing my hand Cat. You know why Robert rides north, he will ask my to be his Hand. I need this down before then, I swore an oath."

So he wanted her to be sworn to secrecy about who the bastard's mother was because he wanted to tell the bastard? Fine if that was how he wanted it she would accept just to know the identity of woman she had always hated.

"I Swear on the old gods and the new that nothing you tell me will ever be spoken by me outside this room."

Ned nodded slowly, "I know this will not be easy Cat but this is a long story and… Please just let me start from the beginning. I know I have asked you to endure many hardships taking Jon in and letting him be raised beside our own, but he is thinking about joining the Wall now and he can't. There is more for him then to become part of the Night's Watch."

"Jon would be with his Uncle there, your brother would look after him and many men that are in similar situations make good names for themselves at the Wall."

Ned shot her a look that stopped her cold there was no anger in it only a heart wrenching grief, but it still left no room for argument, "Cat... "

He heaved a heavy sigh, "I swore two oaths when I took him. That I would keep him safe from all who would threaten him, and that I would not let him abandon who he is."

Her Husband picked up the pendant, and for a second before it rested in the palm of his hand she was the back was engraved as well though she could not tell what exactly the design was. "Then seventeen years ago I returned from the south with Jon and you met me at the door of the keep brimming with anger."

He held up his hand as if to cut off her interruption, "I should have known that word would be passed to you before I arrived home. The Riverlands are held by your family and there were too many that would have warned you. If I had been smart I would have sailed to White Harbor or if Lord Reed had been willing to let me travel alone I would have sent him North ahead of me alone with the child and his nurse maid. There was nothing I could do when I arrived and I was faced with the truth that you already knew, and that others knew you were furious and knew exactly why and I could not risk the truth coming to light. You had to stay angry at me and Jon. And while I had planned to lie to the world I now had to lie to my wife as well something I had not intended."

That was a jumble of confusion and made absolutely no sense, what was Ned even talking about.

Holding the leather strap of the pendant he held it out so that she would see it as it dangled from his hand. "If you had known the truth, if I had told you, your entire reaction to Jon would have changed so dramatically people would have noticed and I could not let that happen. No one could know. If Robert had caught even a whiff of who Jon was he would have killed the babe just like the rest during the war."

Her eyes were locked onto the pendant as it slowly spun. She knew the side facing her and she remembered hearing about the story from her first betrothed Brandon, Ned's elder brother. The story about the Knight of the Laughing Tree, and how it had been his little sister Lyanna that had defeated the other Knights. But Ned couldn't have had a son with his sister Lyanna was taken by...

The other side of the pendant was finally visible when Ned started talking again, "Jon is old enough now and… and I have to think that he has been raised well enough to be told the truth about who he is. I know you might never forgive me for making you deal with the shame I forced upon you to protect my nephew but..."

She stared at the three headed dragon on the pendant and noting absentmindedly that there was a harp overlapping the claws of the dragon as her mouth went dry.

"He's the son of…"

She didn't know what to think about this. It was too much to think about this now but she had something she wanted to say, "Tomorrow. You will tell him tomorrow. You will tell both him and Robb tomorrow."

"Cat-"

She shot him a look, "No. You said it yourself it is likely that King Robert will make you his Hand, that means that Robb will be acting Lord of Winterfell he will know what we are talking about."

He husband sighed in defeat as she pushed her chair back and started striding purposefully to their room hoping to be asleep long before her husband came to bed.

Rob slowly lowered himself into the seat between Jon and his mother in his father's solar. This morning however was just odd.

First his mother had personally set an extra place at the head table for him, something that Arya had done more than once before though Jon hd never been allowed to sit with them before. Then she had herded everyone out of Breakfast Arya and Sansa to Septa Mordane, Rickon was sent to study with Maester Luwin and Bran and Theon were sent to practice under Ser Rodrick. That was all normal but it was odd that both he and Jon had to meet with their father alongside his mother.

Odder still that his father did not seem please that his mother was staying. Though finally he spoke, "Cat… This morning. This is exactly why I never told you before, and now with-"

"No."

His eyes swung to his mother, "Things will change and if anyone asks it will be because the king is coming. I will hear no more of it."

His mother turned to them and he could see an steel in her eyes he was not used to seeing, "Both of you are to swear that you will not talk about any part of this meeting to anyone but those in this room and only when you are absolutely sure no one can overhear."

He heard Jon swear by the old gods and the new only moments before him.

It was his father that spoke first after their oaths, "It is time for you to know the truth Jon. your mother felt it would be best if you knew as well Robb. The story of your parentage Jon started many years ago at a tournament in Harrenhal. You will remember it from your lessons as when your Aunt Lyanna was kidnapped by Rhaegar Targaryen starting the war that put Robert on the Throne but that was not all that happened..."

A beautiful woman walked out of the mist towards him. Her flowing brown hair cascading from a wreath of bright blue roses that matched the flowing dress she wore. Her striking grey eyes seemed to stare into his soul, and he knew who it was as soon as she entered his dream.

"Mom"

The word while it felt foreign on his tongue left his mouth without prompting.

She just smiled gently at him a drop of sadness Filling her eyes, "You are older than I was when I died. We had hoped that you would wear your pendant long before this, I guess I should have seen this coming from my brother. He always was too cautious about things."

She seemed so alive so different then he had expected, and dream or not he had so many things he wanted to ask, but then another figure strode out of the mist. His vivid white hair flowing over his ruby encrusted armor.

"It's not the life I wanted any of my children to have but you have done better than many would have in your life."

His tongue stuck as this man, his father, walked calmly up to the woman he abducted and pulled her to him. He wanted to say something but she looked so happy. All of the stories even Lord Stark couldn't tell him what had passed between these two…

His mother seemed to sense his indecision, "I ran away with him to the tower of Joy. We were even married by a Maester. His name was…"

"Maester Maynard."

His mother smiled up at the Prince, "Yes that was his name. And then we had that pendant made before you were even born. Iron cooled in our blood, expertly engraved, and heavily enchanted by the Warlocks of Qarth, as well as a powerful Witch born north of the Wall. It was made to keep you safe if anything should happen to us. The Witch even said that with the power it had it would have a mind of it's own one day."

She only managed to finish speaking before everything disappeared leaving him surrounded by darkness until the words appeared in front of him:

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