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Prologue 1

He was just a young boy, a bastard who had never known his mother but was raised by his father. Living in a castle along side his half brother and his fathers wife who hated him fiercly. The world saw him as a mistake, branded a Snow and left in the world to be disrespected and pay for his fathers adultary. But he held together, even in the worst of times he kept his composure, on the outside anyway. No one ever knew the turmoil that pulled him apart from the inside out.

He was a bastard and he was the second born son of his father Eddard Stark, King in the North. Jon would never be seen as a lord or a king and his father knew that. His older brother Robb born only a few months before he was raised to one day be the King in the North. Robb and Jon both trained physically and mentaly but not the same. Eddard saw the future for his two sons and so he made sure that Robb was trained more mentally, he made his son read more strategic books than war books. For all of Robb's sparring sessions with Jon he had twice the study sessions with the maester. And at the age of thirteen Eddard began to bring Robb with him to the battle chamber where he would allow the boy to sit and listen to the King and his advisors plan out there battles, sometimes allowing Robb to advise in their strategies.

Jon on the other hand was trained much more physically. He was taught to read and write and anything else essential to having a knowledgeable existence but he spent more time fighting and sparring, training with swords, daggers, bow n arrows, spears, axes, hammers even crossbows. His father never let up on him because even though Jon would never be the King in the North, Ned still had great hopes for what his son was to be.

"Father, why can I not play like the other children. Why must I train so hard. Even Robb doesn't have to fight all day. Why must I?" Jon was only nine when he asked his father that.

"Because, Jon, even though you don't have my last name you are still my son and I expect great things from my sons." The King had answered.

"You speak as though I am to be a King someday. Robb is your successor, and I'm a bastard..."

"Robb is my successor, yes. And you are a bastard, yes. But you will not always be the bastard of King Eddard Stark. You must tell me now. Will you be just another bastard?"

"I don't want to..."

"Will you be just another bastard?" Ned asked him again, voice more stern.

"No." Jon said.

"I don't believe you. Will you be just another bastard?"

"No, I wont." Jon spoke conviction apparent in his voice.

"Will you train your body and mind without question?"

"Yes, I will." The same conviction.

"What kind of man will you be?"

"I will be great." Jon stood straight, his practice sword stuck into the ground in front of him.

Ned held his head high and looked down on his son. The stern look on his face was replaced by a smile. "Then it is settled. You will be the next Guardian of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros."

Jons eyes went wide as the sea. He never expected his father would ever seek to bestow such an honor on him. "But father am I worthy of the title?"

"I have already nominated your name. And you have been accepted by The Counsil of Kings. You and the other six nominees will enter the trials when you are of age. You will be the last to come of age and at the age of eleven you will be the youngest to ever be put through the trials."

"And I will be the youngest to win." Jon said confidently.

"Yes you will."

Jon trained fiercly without question from that day on. He went to the trials when he was eleven. He conquered the trials by the age of twelve. He was proclaimed the successor to the guardian of the realm and spent the next six months training with the current guardian, Rhaegar Targaryen.

At the fourty fourth nameday of King Eddard Stark every Royal family from the Seven Kindoms flocked to Nightfell for the celebration. Ladies, Lords, Kings and Queens alike all attended. Ned Stark was amoung the most beloved of all the noblemen in Westeros.

Jon and Robb sat on either side of their father drinking their wine and laughing along to the cheerful banter that surrounded everyone. It was the best of times. A break if you will. It was a break for the king from running his kingdom and it was a break for Robb and Jon from their training.

The king stood up to make a toast but the loud talking remained. Ned looked to his sons who knew what he expected from them. They loved this part. With smiles the two lifted their cups and with their empty hands they pounded on the table with all their might in unison. The loud sound got the attention of the closer tables and the others began to join in, more and more people until the entirety of the masses were pounding in rythm with one another. The king held out his hand to silence them all.

"I would like to make a speech." He cleared his throat. "I would like to thank everyone who've come to Nightfell to celebrate my nameday. I'm curtainly thankful to the gods for allowing me to live so long, I should be dead ten times over my bestfriend Robert is a testament to that." He lifted his glass as King Baratheon raised his cup to the man.

"Aye, you've saved my drunken ass more times than I can count!" Robert yelled in all his drunken glory.

Eddard nodded at the man. "I only wish my wife could have been here, to see my only two sons proceeding on to great things. Robb; the soon to be King in the North, and Jon; the soon to be Guardian of the Realm." He looked at the two, eyes glassed over with undropped tears. "To my sons."

Jon and Robb stood up next to him. "To you." They said together as their cups raised.

"To the King in the North!" The crowd cheered as metal goblets clanked and wine spilled.

The festivities continued on, a line of people stood in front of the Grand Table, all holding a gift for the king.

"Your grace." The foremost man bowed. A man who looked to be dornish lifted a large barrel and set it onto the table. "A barrel of Grand Cru, from the furthest reaches of The Arbor. A vintage gold aged for a hundred years."

"This is true?" Ned asked the man.

"I would not lie to you. My king." He answered.

"I thought the last barrel of this was destroyed." Ned's fingers ghosted over the barrel. His eyes found the man again. "A fine gift my friend!" Ned stood to gracefully shake the mans hand.

"I'm so glad you like it, your grace." The man bowed once more before he took his leave.

Ned lifted the barrel in excitement before setting down next to him on the ground.

The next man stepped up. Shoulder length silver hair lay frigid on his head. A coy unsettling smile on his face.

"Your grace." He bowed his head slightly. "A gift for my king." He snapped his fingers and a girl moved forward.

She was beautiful with hair much like the mans but longer. Fair skin surrounding purple eyes, her body wrapped loosly in a silver dress. Pale pink lips parted and her eyes downcast. She was beautiful yes, but she was young. A child as young if not even younger than his own sons.

"This child?" Ned asked in genuine confusion.

"Yes." He swallowed hard. "My sister, she is very obedient."

"Your sister." Ned repeated now having even less respect for the boy.

Jon and Robb looked at the man in bewilderment.

"And what use do I have for a ten year old girl?" Ned asked with a sharp tongue.

"Twelve." The man corrected. Ned wasn't amused. "Well, my grace... she uhm.. she sings."

"Does she?" Ned asked, the same dissapointment in his voice.

"Y-Yes." He gave her a harsh nudge. "Sing something." He whispered harshly to her.

The girl openned her mouth slowly and let a melody of vast beauty escape. A sound so beautiful it could make the gods weep.

"My." Jon said a look of pure shock on his face. He openned his mouth but couldn't speak. He was speechless. "Beautiful." He sighed staring at the girl.

"My son is right. She has a wonderful voice. But I think I'm a bit too old for lullabies." The room erupted into laughter at the king's joke.

The silver haired man seethed silently but kept his anger down.

"I thank you for the gesture but I don't take slaves." Ned waved them off.

The man turned his anger to his little sister, jaw tensed, beedy eyes squinting at her. He mumbled something under his breath as he snatched her by her arm. He yanked her along and the force caused her right shoulder strap to fall revealing a fresh blueish purple bruise. It was a horrid blemish and it stared them all in the face. The kings eyes narrowed at the bruise.

"The girl may stay." He spoke loud, voice stretching across the room.

The man turned back to face them. His head held low and stiff, his eyes spread across them holding hatred and fire, anyone could see. But his face split into a creepy grin and he bowed once again. "I am glad." He stepped forward with her again.

"What is your name?" Ned asked her.

"Her name is..."

"I believe... I was asking the girl." Ned cut the snake resembling man's words short.

"My appologies, my king." He bowed his head slightly. "Answer him." He whispered nudging the girl again.

"M-my name is Daenerys." She said hesitantly, holding her head low.

"Lift your head so that I may hear you." Ned looked at her.

She lifted her head with her eyes glued to the floor.

"My name is Daenerys." She spoke louder.

"And you are only twelve?" He asked. She nodded. "You have a wonderful voice for a child." He said in his softest voice as to refrain from frightening her. She finally looked at the man, fighting the hint of a smile that threatened to appear.

"Thank you, your grace."

"Would you like to have a seat?" He offered and a guard immediately took an empty chair from the nearest table and set it down at the kings table for her.

"Thank you." Her voice barely above a whisper. She took a seat with her hands clasped in her lap.

"Are you hungry?" Jon asked. She only looked at him and nodded slightly. He slid her a plate containing a portion of most of the food at the table. She began to eat slowly and in small pieces.

The king turned his gaze upon the sly man once more. "You may take your leave."

"Of course, your grace. May the remainder of your name day be as merry as ever." He flashed his signature grin once more before walking away.

Daenerys turned in her chair to watch her brother walk away, sad and longing amethyst eyes clung to his retreating form until he could no longer be seen. Even after he disappeared she stared at the door that he had walked through.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it so far. It is my first fanfiction about Game of Thrones, i actually only recently began to watch GoT and I ended up binging on it for about 2 weeks until i saw every single episode and now I have a new favorite tv show. Anyways...Q/A just incase the summary doesn't explain it all. Yes Jon and Robb are Ned's only sons in this. Yes Ned is the King in the north. In this story every kingdom is run by a king or queen, all seven. The Guardian is an original idea of mine. The guardian is chosen from the best warrior from all seven kingdoms and is something like the nights watch, oath and all except the guardian works alone. I got the idea while watching Warcraft. Also Nightfell is a replacement for Winterfell. I have nothing against Winterfell I just really like Nightfell better and I really wanted to go OC for this book. Im not sure yet if I'll make Daenerys a Targaryen or not I'm still debating with myself.Ok now if there are any other questions please ask them and I'll try my best to answer them. Thank you, thank you very much.