Author's Note: I apologize for this being so horribly short but I thought I would at least give you something. I am no surprise kinda already writer's blocking a little bit. I know where this story is going. I just need to speed it a little along and I've started doing that a bit and I had planned on adding another OC to this but now I'm not so sure on it, which would be male and a competitor for Jon as far as Tareaia is concerned. Would love opinions if that is something yall would like to see or not. As always review please. Much love~ Morgan


Jon

I had been in a saddle for a few days now. My moods were just as foul and bleak as the landscape around me. Lord Tyrion rode beside me, making japes here and there attempting to get me to crack a smile. I think he had made a bet with Yoren to see how long it would take to get me to break. I doubted I would be in much of a mood for quite a while to do anything but mope. I tightened my hands on the reigns as Tareaia's sad face flashed in my mind. We hadn't even spoken on the last day we had seen each other. She had departed heading for King's Landing with the girls and Father and me for my dark cold future at the wall.

We settled in for the night in a clearing just off of the road, making a small camp. Lord Tyrion settled in beside me, passing me his wine skin. He spoke but I didn't hear a word he said. "Did you hear me boy? I swear you're as sullen as the rest of this bunch. You would think that you didn't choose this future for yourself by looking at you." Lord Tyrion japed. I snorted and took a long drag of wine from the skin, the liquor burning as it went down. "Ah, so you didn't, did you?" he guessed. "It matters not." I replied shortly. "Aw come now Jon, tell us of this tale that led you no choice but the wall. What did you do?" Yoren spoke up gruffly. "I'd bet it was a girl." Lord Tyrion said with a dark grin. I narrowed my eyes at him, and shifted, pulling my furs tighter around me. "The Targaryen one?" he asked, pinning me with his mismatched gaze. I snapped my head up at him, glaring. "Ah, I have your attention now. People often forget about me thanks to my stature, but I'm rather observant. I noticed her the moment we arrived. She's a rather beautiful one. I never caught her name though. I did catch the silver hair and purple eyes though. You don't see those very often. It's really only in one family that you do." He continued. I glared at him harsher, becoming more and more concerned for Tareaia's safety. I tightened my hand around the sword at my side. "Tell me Jon, did you fuck her?" he asked blatantly. I could take no further. I lunged at the diminutive lord, my sword at his throat. Ghost launched into action as well stepping in between me and the other men, protecting my back. "She's not one of your whores. I won't let you talk about her like one." I seethed. "Oh you did even worse than that. You fell for her, didn't you, Snow?" Lord Tyrion asked. I stood there blinking at him, my sword still pressed against the dwarf's throat. I let go of him and stood, breathing hard. He was right I loved her hopelessly and I was losing her.

The little lord stood and waddled off dusting the snow off himself. He returned a few minutes later leading the faster of the horses. He handed the reigns to me and smiled. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused. "Saving you from a lifetime of misery, boy." He replied, grinning ruefully. I narrowed my eyes, still not understanding. It took me a moment before I understood what the Imp was saying. I swung up in the saddle and looked over at Yoren. "Will you tell my Uncle that I'm sorry?" I asked. The old crow nodded and said, "Aye, now go on and get. There's not one of us that wouldn't prefer the warm arms of a woman to the cold of the wall." I smiled for once and turned tail digging my heels into my mount.

It took me a few days to get back to Winterfell, almost killing the horse beneath me. It surprised me to find a solemn and grim Robb greeting me by himself. I expected to find at least an unhappy Lady Catelyn there. It didn't take me long to find out why.

"What is your move, Robb?" I asked, standing next to him in the Great Keep looking over maps and messages from banner men. "I honestly don't know until all of the lords get here, Jon." He replied running his hands through his auburn curls looking distraught. "I don't know what to make of all of this. Bran's attack was of no doubt a Lannister attack, and I won't stand by and watch them get away with it. I'm hoping you'll stay by my side Jon." He pleaded. I nodded slowly, my thoughts unconsciously going to Tareaia. As strong as she was, I hoped she was protecting herself. "I'll follow you wherever you go Robb. You're my brother." I replied clasping his forearm. He smiled and a look of relief passed over his familiar features. I silently prayed to the old gods to protect Tareaia wherever she was.