I've had this idea in my head for quite a while and I've always loved the idea of Dany and Jon eventually ending up together but given the vast distance between the two characters I've struggled to think of a way to make it possible. I do now!

If you're looking for quick romance or even a quick story you won't find it here. It'll take a while for me to get Jon and Dany close to each other but until then I hope you enjoy the twists and turns and explore The North with me. If you like it I'll continue to write - R&R means I'll write faster (bit of motivation you know!)

This is a short chapter for set up, I'll update a new chapter very, very shortly to follow this one. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the journey.

Robb

"Are you sure about this?"

"This...this is the only thing that I am sure of"

The Northernmen bowed their heads in unison. There were five in total that night, gathered around a large table displaying battle plans and discarded goblets of wine. They had drank deep into the night and the air was heavy with strategy but thick with grief. Two nights had passed since the wind brought them a raven and with it the news that would rip their Liege Lord apart. He was too young to be fighting wars and losing brothers.

"Then it is done," the man who spoke first stepped forward and picked up his goblet of red before meeting the eyes of the one true King. Robb met his before fixing his gaze on each and everyone of his men. He saw the loyalty of The North blazing in all of them and he knew for certain that they would not betray him. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought of his father. He knew that he was doing the right thing despite the anguish it would cause his mother.

Robb picked up his goblet before walking to the head of the table and let his eyes meet the unfurled stretch of parchment. His men had already signed their names below their Kings words. Robb let his fingers brush against the direwolf stamp, he was yet to get use to official acts like this but his men had assured him of the proper way.

"He will make a good King," Robb looked up to find Halys Hornwood staring at him with firm conviction.

Aye, he will and it should be him, not I, standing here.

"You will follow him?"

"To the ends of Westeros your Grace"

"Across The Narrow Sea," chimed in Jon Umber.

"Into the Red Waste!" grunted Cley Cerwyn.

"Into War,"

The Northermen turned to Ser Helman Tallhart, nodded and turned back to their King.

"Into War," they chorused, stamping the end of their swords against the ground and Robb raised his glass each man following suit.

"Then Let it be known that on this day I, King Robb Stark, Son of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and King in The North do by decree that my brother Jon Snow of the Nights Watch be hereby pardoned of his vows and stripped of the name Snow. From this day forth I name him Jon Stark, Son of Eddard Stark, future Lord of Winterfell and King in The North should I take no sons or die in battle. The houses of The North have sworn and pledged allegiance to him from this night and all night to come. For there must always be a Stark in Winterfell. I swear this by The Old Gods and pray that they may watch over him for Winter is coming."

"Winter is coming"

And with that they drank and Robb signed his name before rolling up the parchment and sealing it with wax.

The grief of losing his brothers overwhelmed him and he hadn't seen his mother in days but this was something that he felt resolved in and with the blessing of the Noble and Masterly houses of The North he knew that he had made a wise decision.

How will you feel brother when you get this letter?

"Ser Tallhart"

"Yes your Grace?"

Will you hate me?

"I need this letter to reach The Wall safely, I can not entrust it with just a raven"

"My son will take it North your Grace, he will see to its safety"

Will you ride to me?

"He will take with him ten men, see to it that my brother returns to Winterfell and gives our brothers a proper burial"

"Yes your Grace"

Ser Tallhart took the letter, bowed and left the tent and with him the hopes of The North.

The other men took their leave in turns, offering assurances and words of loyalty.

You are my blood.

Robb felt a brush of fur brush up against his bare hand, his fingers entangled themselves in Greywind as he drank once more from his goblet and let out a sigh filled with the anxiety he had held for two days passed.

"Winter is coming, Jon Stark...I need you."