Wolf of the East
Hidow, I thought of this story because I've seen one or two of these stories and decided we needed another. So here we go. I don't own anything. Also book ages once again, but not looks.
Robb= 15
Jon=14
Sansa=11
Arya=9
Bran= 6
Rickon= 3
Prologue
Omniscient Pov
Robb Stark looked at his younger brother. He was half asleep and in his night clothes and wasn't pleased that Robb was bringing stolen sweets into his room. Jon was just irritated at his brother but let him in. Robb rarely came into his room anymore what with being too busy with his new duties that Robb absolutely hated.
"Come in Robb, but if you get me in trouble. You better find a way to convince your mother that it was all your fault."
Robb entered and sat down handing some of the sweets to Jon. Many didn't know that Jon had a terrible sweet tooth that he had inherited from somewhere. So his brother seemed pacified by the freshly made sweet cakes.
"Jon, I'm sorry we haven't been doing this more often-"
"It's alright Robb. You are going to be the Lord of Winterfell in 3 years Robb. I know you have quite the amount of duties now."
Robb was quiet at his more mature brother who was younger than him. He guessed it was from his very scant childhood. He always tried to be the best, and both of them knew it.
"Jon, this made me start to think. What are you going to do? You aren't going to join the Wall are you?"
"No, I may have wanted to when I was younger, but with the terrible people that are there. I- I would probably kill my 'brothers' before working with them-"
Robb sighed internally in relief knowing that his brother would stay.
"But I don't think I will stay in Winterfell."
"What? Why Jon? I could always use you and help you."
"That's where I don't like it. Robb, you're my brother and I love you. You are a great person and will be a great lord, but I don't want to cause your mother anymore pain."
Robb looked down. He knew that Jon wasn't exactly his mother's favorite person and while Robb didn't see it. Jon knew why. She was scared that he would threaten her son's inheritance. She was always worrying that he would be made legitimate and become before Bran and Rickon. Robb didn't know why, he just thought Jon was a constant reminder of her husband's infidelity.
"Jon-"
"Don't Jon me Robb. I may be younger than you but only by a few moons. I am a bastard. No one in Winterfell besides you and the majority of our family will even get near me, without sneering or gaping at me, and girls wouldn't get near me unless they've been paid to. I've been handed things my whole life Robb. I just want to earn something and not be Ned Stark's bastard, or Lord Snow."
"Where will you go?"
"Probably to the East. It's a wild untamable land without much prejudice. If I can't go there, then I will go to Dorne. It sounds like a nice place."
"I would rather you go to the East."
"Why?"
"You know how Dornishmen treat Northerners."
"Yes, but I'm a bastard. I'm also too young to have been a part of the war."
"Many won't care."
"Many don't already care brother."
"Will you tell father about your plans?"
"Yes, but most likely you will tell Arya and she will tell father first."
"Yes that sounds like something I would do, I wish for your safety brother."
"Don't act like a woman seeing her husband off to war Robb. I'm not leaving yet."
"Yes, but you will be leaving soon."
"Most likely."
"I will talk to father."
"Don't tell Arya."
"I won't, I will let you tell her."
"Thank you."
8
"Robb tells me you wish to go East."
"Yes father," says Jon looking down not being able to gauge his father's reactions like he could with everyone else.
"The East is a dangerous place-"
"And I am almost a man grown. You and I both know Lady Catelyn wishes for me to stay until I am old and grey as much as she wishes Robb dead. In the East I will be my own person. If I die then it was how it was supposed to be. Uncle Benjen once told me that the funny thing about life is that no one gets out of it alive, no matter your status. I think it would be better if I died my own man rather than a northern bastard."
Jon sits down and looks at his twiddling thumbs and everywhere rather than his father. He didn't know if his father was angry for his interruption and passionate dislike he had shown towards him and all he had done. So he waited and braced himself in case he was hit.
"I thought you wanted to go to the Wall."
"I did, but I feel that with such terrible men. I would sooner run one of them through than help them. Besides I could do more in the East."
"More how?"
"I could join the Golden Company. Make my own, save people. Maybe even build my own house and establish myself as a spice trader. I could even help Robb out if I have food in case of winter shortages."
"That sounds very nice, but it won't be that easy."
"Yes, I will have to earn everything through blood, sweat, and steel. That sounds rather appealing. Besides everything worthwhile requires hard work."
Ned smiled internally at the boy he viewed as a son, even though he was his nephew by blood. He knew that he was definitely ready to be called a man. He was more of a man then many lords he had met in the past at 10-and-4.
"That it does. I will allow you to go. But you must write to us and visit once in a while."
"I will father I promise!"
Jon hugs his father as hard as he can before running off to find someone to tell. Ned Stark could only smile sadly at his sister's child. However, he was happy that Jon smiled. He rarely did that anymore.
8
Ned Stark was in his chambers with his wife. Catelyn was in the bed embroidering, her favorite thing to do to calm herself down. Before Ned got into their bed he said.
"Cat we need to speak."
"What of Ned?" She says serenely.
"Of Jon," and Ned sees that she immediately tenses.
"What of the boy?"
"Jon, will be going East."
He sees Cat's eyes widen and she sits up.
"East? Why in the name of the seven would he be going East?"
"He wishes to strike out on his own."
Catelyn's eyes widen even more. While she doesn't like the boy she can only pray that he lives. Most of her children wouldn't be able to handle his death. Sansa didn't like the boy, but she couldn't deny that he was a very good elder brother. Rickon, Bran, and Arya loved him, and sometimes she could barely tell him apart from her Robb.
"Arya and the boys will be greatly saddened and worried."
"Only Robb is worried. Arya, Bran, and Rickon are looking forward to being able to go to Bravoos and see the Dothraki hordes."
"I pray to the seven that they never have to see those savages. And you will let him go?"
"Of course, he is more of a man than many lords I have met, and he wishes to earn his own. I can't begrudge a man, no matter how young, of that choice. It will be interesting to see."
"Yes, I believe it will."
Ned go underneath the furs with his wife and after blowing out the candle fell asleep with the mother of his children wrapped in his arms.
So I hope you guys like this angle. Trust me this is going to get really cool.