So here is the next chapter also they're a little younger in the show. So Robb is about 16 and Jon is 15, Sansa is 13, Arya is 11, Bran is 10, and Rickon is 4.

So don't own and you're warned. This is sad. I cried while writing the rough draft. I still hope you like.

Chapter 2

3rd Person Pov

Jon was running towards his brother's tent. He had seen his brother being taken to the Maesters during the battle. However, he didn't think that it was a bad injury. When the battle was over Sam had found him and told him the Maesters didn't think he would make it through the night. Jon immediately rushed towards his brother's tent not caring that he was covered in blood and sweat. Once there he saw a Maester who put a hand on his shoulder and Jon knew his brother was dying.

"My lord, your brother's lungs were pierced and the arrow was dangerously close to his heart. He only has a few moments left."

"Thank you Maester Shanahan, for doing what you could." He nods sadly and Jon enters the tent.

His brother bandages were turning red and his breathing was labored and wet sounding. He even had a little trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth. His eyes were still shining and Jon knew he still had his head. Jon saw the chair next to the bed.

"This isn't how I pictured… my death." Robb said.

"It wasn't how I pictured it either."

"My… mother, is… she okay?"

"She reached the North a few days ago."

"That's…good."

"Robb… I talked to Lady Talisa before the battle. Robb she is with child. Your child."

"I… am…to be…a father?"

"Yes, Robb, and I promise that he or she will always be taken care of. I'm thinking of sending Lady Talisa up North, and naming the child the heir."

"Thank…you… rule…well…brother."

Jon watched as his eyes finally closed. While he knew that he could die, he didn't know it would happen at that instant.

"Robb?! Robb!" Jon shook his body but felt it becoming cold. He knew that his brother was dead in that moment.

Jon tried to hold it back but the tears started. He had held them back when his uncle Benjen disappeared beyond the Wall. He had held them back when he heard of his father's execution, staying strong for his brothers. He stayed strong at every other death he had faced, but he could get the tears to stop. Robb was more than his elder brother; he was his dearest friend, and only confidant he had. Jon hugged his brother's cold body and cried into his shoulder. The tears streaming down his face smearing the blood spatter and dirt. Grey Wind and Ghost could be heard howling in mourning. He heard Robb's uncle Edmure and great uncle Bryden come in. He didn't acknowledge them just held his brother. It was quiet besides Jon's muffled sobs. It seemed like Jon cried until morning but it was still night.

His body was lit on fire. A burning hatred started in his belly and traveled through his chest and limbs. He gently placed his brother's head onto his pillow and when he looked up the two Tully men could see the hatred in his eyes. In the light, it almost looked like his eyes were red, and the two shivered. Even though they had bonded with the somber young man in the light and with the bloody and muddy streaks on his face he looked like a demon.

They knew that Jon Stark would want revenge, and that he was going to get it.

8

In King's Landing

"Robb Stark is dead! Why are those traitors still fighting?!" The Boy King screamed angrily at his small council.

"We're doing everything we can to find out you-" Peytr Baelish tried to calm him but he was interrupted by the Queen regent.

"Well you're good isn't good enough, Baelish."

"It would seem as though Robb Stark named a successor before he died. It is the only plausible answer." Pycell droned out.

"Yes, and I have excluded most of the Lords amongst the Northern host. Including his Uncle Edmure Tully, and Ser Blackfish." Everyone looked at the eunuch.

"And how did you accomplish that?"

"My little birds have their own birds, Lord Hand."

"Who else could he possibly choose?" asked Tyrion. "I doubt he would name his crippled brother, and his other brother is a mere babe."

"My lords, a messenger arrives with a letter for you. He says he is from the Northern host." A Lannister house guard says.

"Bring him in." The man bows and leaves the Small Council stewing. The Boy King fidgets impatiently and says something about taking the man's head for taking so long. He is silenced by a glare from his grandfather.

The man who enters is young. He has a beard but he couldn't be older than 2 tens. He had red hair and beard. He was pale and looked every bit the Northern fighter. Except for the sigil on his breast which was a white dire wolf with red eyes, snarling at them. He holds a scroll with the dire wolf seal on it towards the Small Council. The Lannister house guard yanks it from the man's hands.

"Who are you?"

"Grenn, I am a part of the King's guard."

"Robb Stark is dead and you are wearing the wrong sigil."

"You will see if you read."

The Lannister guard hands it to Tyrion who regards the boy with curiosity. He had seen him somewhere before but he couldn't place it. He shook it off and unrolled the parchment after undoing the seal. It read.

To Tywin Lannister, his brood, and his whores,

This is my declaration of a blood feud between House Stark and House Lannister. You came into our home took our bread and salt. However, you repaid our hospitality by leaving my little brother a cripple. Then sending an assassin to kill him before he could wake up and tell us of the sins that you committed. This left Lady Catelyn with limited mobility in her last two fingers and scars.

Then you killed your king so as to put your bastard, Joffery Waters, on the throne. The bastard the whore Cersei made with her own brother Jaimie Lannister. This led to my father's imprisonment, and injuries. Then, his murder by the same bastard at the great sept of Bealor. Along with the imprisonment of Sansa Stark and farce of a marriage to the Imp, Tyrion Lannister.

Who was held captive by Lady Stark leading to the Sack of the Riverlands. Your men raping, pillaging, and burning down entire villages of innocents, thinking that it would make the small folk turn against the Tully's. Lady Catelyn's family and their liege lord. That backfired and so you began to fight against us yourself.

This led to the death of my brother, who was my best friend, and only childhood confidant.

This is the death warrant of Tywin, Cersei, and Jaimie Lannister, Joffery Waters, the false Grand Maester Pycell, Peytr Baelish, and all of the Lannisters in both Lannisport and Casterly Rock. I will not stop until Casterly Rock is nothing more than a pile of smoking rubble. And my family is safe from the lion whores.

Jon Stark, 2nd of his Name, The White Wolf,

King of the North, Riverlands, and the First Men.

Tyrion was relieved that his name wasn't on the list of dead men. However Joffery seemed less than pleased.

"I want his head!"

"Can you tell us of this Jon Stark?" The man pondered before saying.

"You made a big fucking mistake." He didn't say anything more than that.

"Get me Sansa Lannister this instant."

The guard nodded and left seeing Tywin's quiet anger. Within a few moments Sansa enters her head bowed down and eyes demure.

"You called for me, Lord Hand?"

"Yes, Lady Sansa your traitor brother Robb is dead. However, the Northern host is still attacking."

"Little dove do you anything of a second Jon Stark?"

"The only Jon is my family would be my base born brother Jon Snow. However, the last I heard of him was that he was at the Wall, your grace."

"You little whore you-"

"Silence!" Joffery cowers from his grandfather.

"Ah, yes the comely young bastard that had been left out in the cold during the feast when we went to Winterfell. I had observed him murdering a few training dummies. I have to say that the boy was quite proficient in using the sword. He looked like the picture of Lord Stark. I can concur with my wife's testimony as I went to the Wall with him."

"Did he take his vows?"

"I wouldn't know father. I left after a few days, and with how useless the men were there, no one recruit can take their vows in a few days."

"Little dove did you ever get a letter from your…brother?"

"No, your grace, I did not associate with him as a child. We were never close. It was Arya and Robb that he was close too."

"What do you know of him?"

"Well, he is black of hair, and has grey eyes. He has the stern Stark features, and looks like how I imagined my father to look, as a boy. His hair is usually long, curly, and untamed. He would rarely cut it. He was pale. He was also very somber, and I remember out of all of us the best-behaved. I also remember that he was good with the sword. He could always beat our ward Theon. His talent would make Robb exceptionally jealous. He used to tell me that his mother must have been Ashara Dayne and his uncle the Sword of the Morning and that is why he had such skill. He had a dire wolf like the rest of us. He was an albino and was named Ghost."

"Do you know of his mother?"

"No, only Eddard Stark knew of his mother Lord Hand." Tywin turned to the man who had brought them the letter.

"Tell your King this. He will be destroyed like House Reyne before he gets his hands on Casterly Rock." He bows mockingly and is escorted from the room.

"Let us hope you are right father, and my intuition is wrong. I am quite attached to my head."

8

With the Northern Host

The flags were all black. Everyone was also dressed in black. Many people were crying or quiet. None more so than the family of the deceased. Lady Catelyn was in tears and holding her two remaining sons close. The former Snow was trying to comfort the woman that held his brother's child in her womb. Talisa was crying for a lot of things. She would be leaving with Lady Catelyn for Winterfell after the funeral.

They sent him off without the silent sisters or the seven. Putting his body in a boat and having Jon let a fiery arrow fly. His body lights almost immediately and Jon can only watch as his best friend turns into ash. There's genuine sympathies given and Jon steps up.

"Today, we are mourning. We are mourning for a man who wanted nothing more than his family safe and peace. He wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want it either. He named me his successor and I want to ask him why. This man was not only my brother, but a dutiful son, great elder brother, and my best friend. He suffered betrayal and heartbreak. Lost his father and his sisters, and became a king. I am not the best with words. I cannot tell you what you want to hear. I can only be honest. We lost not only our King, but our family, our comrade! We lost our homes! We are being preyed on by lions, but I vow by the Old Gods and the New! That the lions will finally pay for their crimes! We will show him that he messed with the wrong Kingdoms! We will show him that even if he can shit gold that it will not help him! We will take back what is ours and we will never allow that traitor, and Turncloak to walk this world again! And taint it! The North Remembers, and our way is the Old Way! We sentence them to death and we will swing the sword!"

"WHITE WOLF! WHITE WOLF! WHITE WOLF! WHITE WOLF! WHITE WOLF!"

There is a cacophony of battle cries and Jon took out his sword.

"THE NORTH REMEMBERS! AND WE WILL MAKE SURE YOU DON'T FORGET!"

8

Three days after the funeral the coronation took place. It wasn't in some glorious castle while he was surrounded by gold encrusted men and women. He was kneeling in the dirt in the middle of camp while surrounded by his fellow men.

He rather liked it that way.

"I, Edmure Tully, Lord of the Riverlands, name you, Jon Stark, 2nd of his Name, The White Wolf. As King of the Riverlands, North, and the First Men…" He continued on with vows which Jon agreed to all of them.

His crown was simple. An iron circlet with one or two places in which the iron made arcs. He wore his normal clothing, not bothering with fanciful objects. He held his sword tightly Ghost at his side. Grey Wind with Lady Talisa, protecting his master's unborn child at all times. Catelyn held a tamed Rickon while accompanied by Osha. Bran was sitting in a chair in front of her.

"Rise and greet your subjects!"

There are cheers and clapping. Jon seemed absolutely shocked by the attention but smiled slightly. Rickon left his mother's arms and tackled his elder brother and hugged him. Shaggydog greeting his littermate and Summer wasn't far behind. Hodor had picked up Bran and after carried him over. Bran hugged his elder brother tightly. Lady Catelyn followed and gave him a sad look. She hadn't talked since she learned of her son's death. Lady Talisa gave a congratulations and a curtsy. However, Jon gave her a small hug and patted her back lightly.

"You'll be fine Lady Talisa. Lady Catelyn will probably throw herself into helping you make baby clothes and comforting you."

"Thank you, your grace."

"Call me Jon. You are family Lady Talisa."

"Well then please call me Talisa."

"Of course, Talisa."

There was a feast with Jon sitting at the high table. He left four chairs empty, two for his little sisters, and another two for his dead father and brother. Talisa was seated next to Catelyn and Rickon, the younger of the two marveling at her beginning of a bump on her stomach. Catelyn smiled at her but was quiet. Only two more to go.

Trust me it will get better.