A/N: So, you've decided to try and attempt to read another one of my crazy crossovers. I just couldn't get this one out of my head, so, I tried to get in on to, well not paper because it's not on paper... But anyways, this was inspired slightly by the Brave trailer, and y'know, history. Marriage was a business deal back then. All I can say is that i hope my princesses don't have too much of a rebel princess syndrome, and that I've blended the worlds well. I actually have a thought out plot, so hopefully this will actually get finished and not just sit about molding away. I thought about including Theon in this as well, but i hate that Squid Boy so I didn't.

Oh, and it's pretty AU, but Bran's still cripple mainly just cause I love Osha, and the Starks still have direwolves.

Oh also, my timeline is severely FUCKED UP. So don't look at it too closely please, lets just pretend it's okay and go on about our needle work okay? Okay.

Warnings:

Sex, I mean it's Game of Thrones, how can you not have sex?

Language, again, it's Game of Thrones...

There might possibly be some Gay Sex later on

Robb/OC and Jon/OC

There will defiantly be some suggested Leggy/Aragorn.

And I kinda made Arwen a BITCH. Sorry 'bout that.

There's also ALOT of OCs, we have a ton of OC Princes and Princesses, and I hope none of them are too Mary Sue, or Mary Sue at all.

And some silliness. Be forewarned.

All I can say is good luck, and may the road rise up to meet you, Hero.

May You Always be Courageous, Stand Up Right and be Strong.

May You Have a Strong Foundation, When the Winds of Changes Shift.

Chapter 1: King of the Streets, Child of Pain.

Jon.

Jon had never been to a city so grand before. He'd lived with his father in the great halls of his estate, but he'd never set foot in the Great City. When his father was called of to war by the steward, his grandfather, Jon had cried, he'd begged his father not to go, not to leave him here alone, to take him with him. He'd cried and his father had just smiled before kissing his upon the brow and leaving Jon in the hands of his the Lady of the house, a woman who'd never loved Jon and never claimed him as a son of hers. Lady Catelyn was not maliciously unkind to Jon, she just choose to ignore the boy most times, a boy of eleven left to a woman who thought him nothing better then a wound in her honor, a thorn in her side.

No, Catelyn would have happily thrown him out into the streets when she heard of her husband's death at the hands of what some said were a hundred Orc arrows. But it was a boy of the same age as Jon that saved him. His half brother, Robb, was the one that stepped in-between him and the cold alleys. Jon was never sure exactly what his brother had told Catelyn, he'd never had the gaul to ask, but what ever words were exchanged, Jon was incredibly grateful to his half brother, even if the years until manhood were spent in the kitchens and out of sight from any noble visitors and especially the Lady of the house. From that moment on Jon vowed to do something for Robb one day that would repay that kindness. Jon loved Robb, in a way that not many boys understand.

But now, after years of cutting potatoes and working in the soot of the blacksmiths, Jon was finally going to see the Great City of Minus Tirith. He'd heard the stories, great white walls a hundred times tall, the blue of the banners whipping in the winds, festivals where the king himself would climb down from his great throne to smile heartily at the his peasants, as if they were blood of his blood. Jon had heard wonderful stories about the Great City, of how it was the finest city in all Middle Earth, of the fine summerwines and ales, of the girls with loose morals, and of the Kingsguard, a legendary force of men sworn to protect and love their King and no one else.

He traveled along side his brother to the wondrous marvels of the Great City for one reason. The princess. Robb had just had his 18th name-day, and Jon was close behind, but the princess of all of Gondor would soon have her coming out parade, the streets would be live with music and she would be eligible to marry any noble man he father saw fit. Robb Son of Borimir, one of many ambitious boys out to win the King's heart, because no matter how one put it, all the young boys flocking to the Great City, weren't there to win the heart of the princess, they were there to win the heart and eyes of the King.