Prologue: Life ends and begins at the same time

Jaune Arc's blue eyes opened up to see clear blue skies, He blinked for a few times before registering everything that happened, he was dead, they were dead, he and Pyrrha, together just like those old stories that his mother used to tell him, this is the afterlife, he thought as he felt something or rather someone is holding his hand, Pyrrha? he thought looking at his side, emerald eyes were meeting the blue ones. She still looks the same, the last time he saw her, she was perfect, she was a goddess in human form, yes we died this way, holding each other's hands when Cinder cast the lethal blow at the two of them. "Pyrrha" he sadly smiled as he thought that the Afterlife was really cruel even in the life before, it was all the same from here to there, but something's wrong, Jaune thought as he finally sat up followed by Pyrrha, they still have their weapons, Jaune's Crocea Mors and Pyrrha's Milo and Akouo, the familiar weight was enough to remind them the sensitivity of being alive, this is strange, Jaune thought as he and Pyrrha continued to stare at each other.

"Jaune" the woman stared back at him, she felt warm, they felt warm, "were alive?" Pyrrha said as she lifted herself up off the grass, helping Jaune as she did so, "the first question to ask is where are we?" he said as they looked around the forest. This is certainly not Remnant, Pyrrha thought as she noticed the abundance of wild life around them, the presence of Grimm was said to drive away any animals around it thus making it hard for the people in the world of Remnant to provide themselves with livestock or even game to hunt on, and also another thing to tell that they are not in Remnant was the march of medieval looking soldiers that drove away the animals as they seem to gather curiously around them.

"Hide!" Pyrrha pulled Jaune towards the nearest bushes as the column of the strange soldiers closes over them, passing as the two continue to watch the procession. Jaune noticed one of the banners that one of the soldiers were carrying, it was definitely not a banner of one of the kingdoms but rather, it was a grey wolf racing over a white field with a green line underneath, the soldiers halted their march, the two tensed as the leading figure of the column was slowly trotting his horse towards their direction, he took a look around before dismounting on his horse.

"I know someone is hiding over there, show yourselves or else there will be consequence to pay!" the man shouted as Jaune and Pyrrha were both looking at the man's boots, hoping that he would just consider it as his imagination, "I will count to ten!" the man called but before he can count down he was surprised to see a young boy of seven and ten summers jumping out of the bushes making his men point spears at the youth, he was followed along by a maid of the same age as the boy, both of them wore strange clothing and what is more strange is that they are both armed! Even the young girl had a strange sword in her hand and a shield on her back whereas the boy had a sword. "Who are you and what are your allegiances?" the man had asked as both of the youths had raised their hands in surrender.

Jaune looked at the man who had caught them hiding, he was fairly old, he has brown hair, a well trimmed beard that he might have shaved from time to time, he also had Ruby's silver eyes that reminded him so much of the moon, "my lord has demanded you to speak!" one of the soldiers barked at them as both him and the man stared at each other, blue eyes held the same intensity as the grey ones.

"Jaune Arc" he said as the man then turned towards Pyrrha who also introduced herself as well, "Pyrrha Nikos" the man began to look at them suspiciously as he began to talk to one of the men who demanded them to respond, he rubbed his beard in a thoughtful manner before looking at the two, "since you have given me your names I shall also do the same honor I am Eddard Stark of Winterfell..." before they can converse any further Jaune pushed Eddard away before the man can be hit by an arrow.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha shouted as she switched Milo into a javelin and drew forth her shield Akouo, Jaune pulled Crocea Mors and switched its sheath into its shield form, defending Eddard who was shocked and confused at what happened, Jaune looked around then saw that the whole ambush seem to be going on one side of the field, their right, he quickly looked around the forest then noticed that the whole enemy seems to have come from one side that would mean their base could be possibly on the right where the thick of the enemy came from, Jaune then looked at Eddard who was too stupefied from the event.

"Eddard!" Jaune shook the man as he recovered from the shock, "pull your cavalry to the left then hit them to their right!" Eddard looked at Jaune then at Pyrrha before standing up as he ride his horse then looked at the other horsemen, "follow me we can win this!" he looked at the two youths who nodded at him as he ride towards the enemy. After the ambush Eddard would be thankful of the two youths who helped him and then he asked if they would accompany him to his friend Robert.


After fifteen years

If Jaune were to compare his life now than back at Remnant, he would have preferred it if he were back in Vale, reading X-ray and Vav, playing with his sisters, and then enjoying the general comforts of electronics and technology would provide, but there seems to be something in Westeros that often makes him choose his life now rather than back at Remnant, he was now a Lord of a land, he had a wife and five kids. He would have preferred to settle down with a small farm but it was Ned or Lord Eddard Stark who insisted that he should be given a castle as a 'fitting' reward for his services during Robert's Rebellion, and so he decided to choose a ruins of a Castle near the White Knife to which Ned was happy to give to him, another thing to do was to marry Pyrrha properly under Westeros standards since they were foreign 'nobles', he and Pyrrha kind of disapproves of the Faith of the Seven and so they decided to get married on Winterfell in front of the Heart Tree and there was that hateful tradition called the bedding ceremony, good thing Eddard had made their wedding a small affair so basically it was Jaune who carried Pyrrha to the guest rooms of the Winterfell keep.

Claiming that him and Pyrrha were children of nobles fleeing from a war torn country far, far away, it was easy for them to be given a place in the camp fires of the nobles, they were in Westeros, a land now torn by war because there is a Mad King who burns people alive because he likes it and his son held Ned's sister hostage, perhaps it was luck that made Jaune and Pyrrha choose the right side of the war. Serving for some months as a squire under Lord Jon Arryn since the North don't take Knighthood as seriously as most of the South, and given the age of Jaune and as a child of a 'noble', it was just seen as a right course for Jaune to accept the offer of Jon Arryn to be his mentor, along with Pyrrha, Jaune fought side by side with the old man, and Lord Arryn treated the two of them as his children until he knighted Jaune at their victory in the Trident and even commended Pyrrha for her actions in battle, their march to King's Landing made them grew sick of the place, it wasn't like Vale as Robert had often described the city to them, it was worse than Vale, the streets were poorly managed, the whole city is more than a collection of slums rather than a city at all, and the smell, it reminded them of a sewer that was just about to be cleaned and they wanted to leave immediately as they went, but being a part of the rebellion it was rather expected of them to look at it to the end.

At least I was able to save a life or rather two, Jaune thought as he remembered he and Pyrrha storming the towers of the Red Keep followed by both Arryn and Stark soldiers, they were at least able to save two people from being ravaged and killed by that monster they all call the Mountain. Elia and her daughter, helped by Varys they spirited the two away from King's Landing to Elia's relatives in Dorne, the act had earned them the ire of a powerful man, a man that goes by the name of Tywin Lannister, whose temperance and cold demeanor kind of reminds Jaune of a certain icy woman, but thankfully it was Jon Arryn who protected them against Tywin's wrath and sent them to his lands in a region surprisingly called the Vale living in refuge for some time before they were invited through a letter by Eddard to come with him to the North, and then all the events that lead to now had happened. His land or rather their land, the town of Venice was once a ruin of a castle but after fifteen years of a lot of managing, negotiating, and even some rough handling of the people around it became somewhat a thriving large town with a wood and stone wall, a population of five thousand, not to count the garrison and the people outside of the town, the White Knife connects them to White Harbor making it easier for them to trade with not just the Manderlys but also to their neighboring islands of the Three Sisters, the name of the town being said since the river that forms the town kind of reminds Pyrrha of her home town, Venezia, and its bountiful canal, that being said the natural river that connects White Harbor and Venice made sure that both place prospered in trade along with the village near Winterfell.

Jaune watched as Pyrrha was playing with the three of their children, one can see the hint of elation from her eyes as she plays with the children, their children, fifteen years of motherhood and participating in battles had not changed Pyrrha in his eyes, to him she is still the woman who pinned him to a tree back in their initiation at the Emerald Forest, fifteen years a short yet eventful time for husband and wife. It had been five months now since they last visited Winterfell upon the demands of the now King Robert Baratheon who had taken Ned as his Hand, after the death of Jon Arryn, which was quite a shocking news to both him and Pyrrha since they know the man as their protector and also he was Jaune's mentor for a short while and yet if it was not for Jon Arryn, Jaune and Pyrrha would have ended much worse somewhere, and with the want of wanting to see how did one of his friends faired in the 'fucking-cold-wasteland-that-was-part-of-his-kingdom' Robert also told Jaune that Jon Arryn had left quite a sizable amount of money for him and Pyrrha, "he could have taken you two in as his own, you know" Robert had told him and Pyrrha back in Winterfell, the events all of which resulted to their eldest, Carolus Arc, to join Eddard Stark back to King's Landing in a mad search for adventure and a chance to prove himself immediately.

"He is fifteen let him go have his own adventure"

"But Pyrrha he's-"

"We were also young back then, Jaune, let him earn his spurs"

If Ruby were to see me now, Jaune thought, peace, it was a time for peace and yet the Lord of Venice had a nagging feeling that something is wrong, he noticed Maester Marron coming towards them with three pieces of paper on his hand, what could possibly be the problem now? Jaune asked himself as the Maester had stopped in front of them.

"My lord, My lady, from your son..." Pyrrha had stopped now from wrestling Apollina and Artemisia, the twin misfits, and while Deucalion seems to be disappointed from being left out from the play but likewise understood what removed their mother in their game. "Apollina, Artemisia, Nicholas go join your brother Pyrrhus to your rooms" Pyrrha ordered as the three had finally left for the town keep.

"Jaune" Pyrrha went beside her husband, worried as well as he opened then read the letter that came from their eldest son.

Father, Mother

I write to you as of now to tell you of many things that happened to me back when we arrived at King's Landing, in the river of the Trident Lady Arya Stark had harmed Prince Joffrey out of protecting her friend, it was an admirable feat, however, the queen had demanded her to be whipped across the streets and her friend, a butcher's boy, be killed for a crime he didn't commit, if not for my interference it would have happened, you were right about King's Landing father, when we arrived I couldn't help but try to cover my nose as the stench began to crawl on to me, it smells just as you described father, of shit and of depravity, and yet people seems to enjoy it, as I overheard Lord Stark had said to Captain Jory Cassel "the smell of King's Landing, it is foul but I heard some people love it" I hope it is not true. After five days, King Robert had held a tourney in honor of his friend, and now Hand of the King, Lord Eddard Stark, I participated the squire's tourney and had won against a Hightower youth on the melee, I was able to continue my winning streak until a squire from House Rosby had defeated me, he is quite lucky, I suppose, that I was preoccupied with one of my opponents that he was able to beat me with a flat of his sword.

As much as I would like to assume that there is nothing wrong, I couldn't help but worry around the Red Keep whenever I slept, every time I wake up I felt that there is someone watching my every move, after a week now and then I miss the cheerful laughter of Apollina and Artemisia, also the bored tone of Nicholas whenever he speaks, the gurgles and squeals of Pyrrhus, Lord Stark seems to be alarmed and watchful around the Red Keep, who wouldn't blame him, there seems to be eyes everywhere on the place and the knights, the lords, and the ladies seem to be intent on dragging each other down, what a horrible place. At the end of the month, a fight broke out between the King and Lord Stark, something about a Targaryen girl in the east of how she is a threat to the peace of the Seven Kingdoms with her marriage to a Khal Drogo, Lord Stark's arguments no matter how logical it may be fell on deaf ears, he forced himself to a retirement and prepared to leave the city only to be stopped on the way by Ser Jaime Lannister who injured him on the leg and would have taken him if not for my timely arrival along with a company of troops loyal to the King and to Lord Stark, Tyrion Lannister, the dwarf brother of Ser Jaime was taken by the Lady Catelyn and has held him hostage at the Vale, under the accusation that Tyrion attempted to kill Bran, the King had interfered now and demanded both parties to state their cases before him after his hunt, after a day Lord Stark was re-appointed as Hand, disturbing reports were placed in front of Lord Stark, the Mountain after his embarrassment at the Hand's tourney, is ravaging the countryside of the Riverlands with the demands of the return of Tyrion Lannister, now to dispense the King's Justice, Lord Stark had appointed Lord Beric Dondarrion and Thoros of Myr to assemble a force to capture Gregor Clegane.

I volunteered myself to join them, and so begins my adventure the moment I left King's Landing, as we travel I get to know a lot of people that were with us, Lord Beric Dondarrion, the leader of our expedition had won three tilts in the Hand's tourney before losing to Hedge knight, Thoros of Myr, was a priest of the exotic Red God and yet he always drinks, then there is Lord Beric's squire, Edric Dayne, often called Ned, he was a Dornish man which is surprising since he doesn't look like one, the last and not the least of the interesting people in our party was Anguy, one of the winners of the Archery contests for the Hand, he can shoot a deer without even looking, a feat that even our bowmen couldn't have done, after two days of travel we arrived at an inn now, we were surprised to hear the news, King Robert is dead, his spoiled son now sits on the Iron Throne and now Lord Stark is imprisoned for treason, Lord Beric had pressed us all to continue on the task of Lord Stark despite the current dilemma, the reason why I am writing this letter so that should it reach you, you will know that your son is now going to prove himself - Carolus Arc

I hope he is safe, Jaune thought as the Maester began to open one of the papers that he was holding, "from Lord Robb Stark, my lord, he has demanded all lords to assemble the banners and prepare for a war to drive the Lannister in the Riverlands" I knew it, Jaune inwardly groaned as he knew he and Pyrrha are going to fight another war yet again, Pyrrha held his hand looking at him with assurance.

"I know" he mouthed as Pyrrha smiled at him then kissed him to which he returned before a cough from the Maester turned their attention back at him, "This is from Lord Wyman Manderly has asked a favor to escort Lady Catelyn back to Lord Robb Stark, going with her are the men-at-arms of House Manderly numbering five thousand, led by his son, Ser Wylis Manderly they are going to expect you My Lord" Maester Marron ended his narration of the messages as Jaune looked towards the sun, all he could think of was their possibility of survival, a foot soldier had arrived just at the right moment.

"Gather up the captains, muster three thousand of the soldiers, Pyrrha..." Jaune ordered as the footman nodded and then turned to run while he looked at his wife who nodded.

"I will stay and watch over the whole town" Jaune looked at Maester Marron who nodded at him, "I will call upon the Castellan of the nearby sworn castle keeps to assemble the men that they can assemble and to meet you at the western gate of the town" the Lord of Venice nodded, "that would be best, and also Pyrrha, Marron hold the Council of the town and prepare the town..." Marron had then left, leaving Pyrrha and Jaune as they just looked at the Maester's leaving figure, "Winter is coming" Jaune muttered as he and Pyrrha returned to the Town Keep rejoining their children in peace for the last time.


Author's Note: now I'm not cancelling House Hellenese or its prequel but since I can't think much of how the whole story would progress I was kind of left in the dark at how I would do it, but anyway, about this RWBY x ASOIAF crossover, well I was kind of left with the feels particularly at how Pyrrha died so yeah, this fic was done out of the blue because of the feels, now about their children let's see Carolus Arc is exactly 15 years old, the twins Apollina and Artemisia Arc are both 12, Nicholas is 9 and then Pyrrhus is 5, by the by if you're going to expect that this is the same as the Red Rose of Winterfell of Warmachine 575, no I will try my best to make it not look like that, first off they're just students I mean sure they have aura, semblance and what not they're still human, and I'm pretty sure the job of being a huntsman or huntress doesn't line up with livelihood and living enhancement, also about Jaune, as much as possible I tried my best to make sure that he has his limits in Westeros in the most sane way that I can try, he is normal in terms of combat in Westeros but let's say he is an unparalleled tactician by Westeros standards, Pyrrha well she is the same as she is back in Remnant, stronger, faster, you know it, general ass kicking detail only that she is now a mother (God I ship Arkos so hard I feel so ashamed!) so expect Jaune becoming a political animal at some point, Pyrrha trying to be a good mother while kicking ass, so about Venice since the geography of Mistral was said to be kind of like between high swamp lands and lower swamp lands I kind of taken the liberty of thinking that Mistral has this early Roman-Celtic-Etruscan cultural feel in them so yeah I will apologize right now if you think me wrong. Also about them claiming to be children of noble families, most fanfics (in which I have taken a liberty to model them into) mostly identifies Jaune's family, the Arcs, as this super holier than thou, more noble than the Schnee family family, if the Arcs were like this why is it that Jaune wasn't trained as a huntsman, maybe something happened inside the family (I'm sorry for the author of Not this time, Fate Couer Al Aran) and also Pyrrha's family, the Nikos were often identified as this super military jar heads, kind of like a loving family of Spartans, and Pyrrha has to make sure she meets family expectations, so there you go majority of this fanfics is directly inspired by other fanfics!

I don't own everything from RWBY, ASOIAF and all the other fanfics I have been inspired, if I did that means I'm a freaking genius which I am not so yeah, I'm just writing fanfics for fun!

Criticisms and Praises are appreciated!

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