A/N: This is an AU story, thus will not follow events as they play out in the books/tv series. It's also a Jon S./OC-centric story. Happy reading.
Prologue
"To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater. Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you. We swear it by earth and water. We swear it by bronze and iron. We swear it by ice and fire."
Winter was indeed coming. War had erupted and favors were being called in. Men were taking up arms in support of the great houses of the land; Baratheon, Lannister, Arryn, Tyrell, Stark, Tully, among others.
If rumors were to be believed, refugees flooded King's Landing at an increasing rate.
Sides were being chosen. Cousins, brothers, sometimes on opposing sides.
The bannermen had been called up.
House Reed of Greywater Watch, Lords of the Crannogmen, from the marshland of the Neck, had been called to pledge their fealty.
To the Starks. To the North.
Meera and Jojen Reed, brother and sister, kneeled before their prince, in the absence of their king. Having just completed the oath in unison.
Bran Stark looked older than his twelve years as he listened to the Reed's pledge. "House Stark is grateful for your loyalty. We are pleased to have your allegiance. You are welcome to Winterfell."