Chapter 1: Jon
They were riding through the Wolfswood: Their father, Robb-his half-brother and Theon-their ward. Jon thought the Wolfswood looks dreadful and unsettling.
"Scared Snow?" Theon asked in a fake girly voice. Jon disliked him immensly. He was always an ass to Jon, reminding him of his bastardry. And Theons whoring was reknown, every whore in Winterfell knew him.
"No" He replied.
Theon just smirked with his stupid grin. A cry rang out from the woods and Jon quickly turned his horse in that direction, sprinting. The others followed. He got to the clearing and saw a wildling run with a sword at a girl who was on the ground in blood, sword in hand. There two dead wildlings on the ground around her. Jon slid off his horse, drew his sword rushed to defend the girl.
The wildling swung wildly at Jon, who managed to easily block every attack. The wildling was getting tired and swung once more, leaving an easy opening which he drove his sword through.
"Jon" Robb called as the rest of his party caught up with him.
Jon ignored the calls as he got on one knee to look at the girl. She was wearing smokey grey feminine armour on her top half and a skirt just near her knees on her lower half.
'Valyrian steel' Jon thought looking at the armour and was amazed at this strange girl having what he thought was as rare as dragons. Then he looked at the girl herself. She was beautiful: a perfect face, slim figure, hair even more golden blonde than The Lannisters hung down past her shoulders.
But he looked into her eyes: deep violet eyes. 'Targaryen eyes' Jon thought but pushed the thought away, the woman was injured for gods sakes. She had an arrow in her thigh and Jon reached out to help her. Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pulled her to him, holding a smokey grey dagger to his throat. More Valyrian steel.
Robb and his father drew their swords and Theon knocked an arrow.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Jon slowly said.
She held him there for a few seconds and released him.
"I'm sorry" She said. Her voice was like a song. She went to get up but fell and cried out in pain.
"Father we need to help her" Jon said to his father, Robb and Theon who had been too shocked to move.
"She just tried to kill you and you want to help her. Aw Snow, are you in love?" Theon laughed.
"Shut your trap Theon." Jop snapped.
His father walked up to the wounded girl. "Valyrian steel armour" He said amazed. "Who are you?"
"Naeraya of House Kaspian of Valyria." The girl spoke. All three men were gaping at her.
"I thought Valyria was destroyed" Robb said for the first time since the whole encounter and broke the silence.
She looked at him, "Not entirely. Valyria mostly fell during The Doom but there are Houses and people that still partially inhabit The City and surrounding lands."
"Why are you so far from home and how do you speak common tongue so well?" Jon asked.
"Ever since I was a child, my father taught me common tongue so that one day I could come to The West." She said casually.
"Jon, let's get back to Winterfell." His father said."We can find out more later."
Jon helped Naeraya up and put her arm around his shoulder to support her.
"Wait" She said and pointed at a wildling corpse. "My sword"
Robb went over to the corpse and flipped him over. There was a smokey grey Valyrian steel sword sticking out of him. Robb took it out. It was covered in blood. He handed it to her free hand,
the other over Jon to help her walk.
"Does your sword have a name?" Robb asked curiously as she slid it in her sheath.
"Arghurys" She said. "Hunter in Valyrian." She explained at their confused looks.
Jon helped her to his horse, she sat side-saddle, hugged Jon. Theon and Robb laughed when Jon blushed at the contact, his father cracked a smile.
As they approached Winterfell the gates were opened and they were allowed inside. Robb helped Naeraya off Jon's horse. Jon slid off his saddle and helped Robb carry her to maester Luwin.
"What happened?" The old maester asked.
"We found her in the woods under attack." Jon and Robb's father said. "Robb, I'm going explain this to your mother. Theon I need you to get the rest of my children." Theon nodded and walked out with their father.
"This will hurt just a little" Maester Luwin says. He wrapped his hand around the arrow and with one quick yank pulled it out. Naeraya grunted in pain. The maester took a rod of hot steel and pressed it to her wound. 'She was suprisingly quiet for someone being touched by the scalding hot steel' Thought Jon. After the maester froze the bleeding he wrapped a bandage around her thigh.
"Be careful with your leg. You'll be limping for a bit but it should get better in a few days." Luwin continues.
"Thank you" She said.
Jon's father walked into the room with Lady Catelyn walking behind him along with Sansa, Bran, Arya and Rickon.
"This is Naeraya Kaspian" His father introduced. "Naeraya, this is my wife Lady Catelyn and my children: Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon. All the children bowed their heads respectively. "And you probabaly already know Robb."
"What about you?" She nodded at Jon.
"My name is Jon Snow my lady." Jon said.
"Ah you are a bastard." As she said it Jon dropped his head and eyes in shame. She noticed and added. "It does not matter what your name is, it matters what you are inside." Naeraya continued.
Jon raised his head and stared into her deep purple eyes and she into his dark grey ones.
"Is it true you're from Valyria?" Arya asked Naeraya, breaking the silence and distracing them.
"Arya!" Sansa and Lady Catelyn exclaimed. "Show our guest some courtesy."
"It is fine my lady and yes sweet girl and yes I'm from the city of Valyria" Naeraya said with a smile.
"Can you fight?" She asked her next excited question, probably seeing the armour that Naeraya didn't have time to take off.
"Yes." Was her reply.
"Can you teach me?" She asked.
"She's injured Arya" Sansa said.
"Right. Sorry." Arya said ashamed.
"Nothing to be sorry about. I promise that once I can, I will teach you." She said enthusiastically.
Arya smiled. "Jon, escort Lady Naeraya to her chambers in the west part of the hall. I'll send some servant with some clean clothes and a bath in a bit but for now you should rest." Jon's father said.
"Yes father." Jon said and put Naeraya's arm around him and started walking with her. When they got closer to her chambers she asked, "Are you embarrased of yourself?"
"What do you mean?" He asked confused.
"Of being a bastard." She clarified.
"I am a reminder of my fathers unfaithfulness to Lady Stark. A stain on his precious honor." Jon said bitterly.
When they reached her chambers and Jon opened the door she said, "What I said earlier, I meant it."
Jon remembered her advice and as he moved to walk out she added, "I never got to thank you for saving me. If you hadn't been there that man would have killed me. You may be a bastard to them but to me, you are a hero."
Jon blushed at her praise and said. "Rest well my lady" He said.
"You too my lord" She said.
"I am no lord, call me Jon." He told her.
"Then you may call me Naeraya." She replied.
"Well then rest well Naeraya." "You too Jon."
He walked out and closed the door, smiling. He wanted to get to know this mysterious girl.