DISCLAIMER: the following text is not meant to be taken seriously, I do not own the original.
Just another day
Next morning.
„Were what!"Arya and Urban shouted at the same time, standing next to each other so close that their shoulders were pressed on each other.
They were not happy about this news, no one even asked them for their opinions.
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„We're going to the capital," Ned said simply shrugging.
„Why…" they both complained unhappy, acting tired.
„Because...Why , you always wanted to go out of Winterfell and now's your chance." he said again „And Urban is now engaged to you so-" he didn't finish before being cut off by an ear-destroying scream's from the two in front of him „WHAT!".Ned covered his ears, getting ready for a shouting match which was soon to as the two were shouting and screaming random insults and tossing blame to others, they started to calm down bit by bit till they were both calm till it was an awkward silence in between the two and Ned who was watching them with it was a right decision.
The two were now staring at each other a bit, starting to avoid each other's looks uncomfortable more and they were staring at each other directly into their eyes with seaming they nodded at the same time, not breaking the look at each was an understanding in between the were both not was the adults, it's not so they thought.
They slowly turned their gazes towards Ned who himself even got a bit intimidated by the two children.
'It's your fault.'their eyes said together, looking at the older didn't like it, but he held his words because he knew that he promised Arya that he wouldn't marry her without her will, and he heard the same was promised to Urban by his mother, even doo she was dead, he probably believes it still stands.
The two again averted their gazes from the elder Stark and to each other,this time not with angry eyes,but with observing and passive,looking at each other and thinking in silence for few long seconds before sighting,nodding to each other with worried and confused faces and then turning back to Ned and doing something unexpected.
„Fine." they both agreed with softer looks than the previous one's, these ones were soft, full of thought, and truth and was shocking, to say the they thought the two would bond, but…
„But don't think we like the idea of marrying," started Urban „Were doing it only because we'll let each other be." And finished Arya, do they didn't want to admit it, there was a bit more to that, a mutual understanding between their souls as the Chapelman told they were both too stubborn to admit it to themselves or anyone else.
(*And no they are not in love, they are fucking just have separate crushes on each other.*)
„I think there's more to it than you told me..." he began explaining to them but stopped when he realised that he just gave up his 'informant' of the two.
„Jon did what again?"Urban raised an eyebrow as Arya started to boil, and rushed in heavy steps towards Jon's room.A few seconds later there were few shouts and screams heard from the bastard's room, then a hard, donging noise of a strong slapping sound filled the corridors as Arya rushed out of the room, while clenching her fists with her hands shaking with headed to Urban and commanded him „With me!" she said in a tone that he didn't want to mess followed her to her room where the door's shut loudly as they both entered.
Eddard looked confused, he didn't move from the same spot the whole time, he averted his gaze towards Jon's room of which the doors were wide open with Jon standing there with the same expression as Eddard, but holding the side of his face that had a flaming red handprint.
„What was that about?" he asked his father, who let out a breath of relief.
/
In Arya's room, Urban was relaxing on her bed with both hands behind his head, and legs crossed while Arya was marching in a circle with her fists still clenched, mumbling to herself.
„You need to talk?"Urban raised his eyebrow in question to the pointless freakout of his 'lovely' little now…his be told, he didn't know how to feel about , Arya was a fun girl, special in this stuck up world full of even more stuck up she was his friend, he didn't want to ruin it so did spend a lot of time together since he visited Winterfell to be fostered by Lord Stark, and his father was about to leave to Kings Landing when Eddard informed him of the king's arrival, so he waited for the fat back to the …
„ thanks, man…At least I can always count on you." she gave him a warm smile, the type of smile she rarely used, and not for to those who she considered very they were just friend, they must of, she wouldn't believe that she likes would never let her hear the end of need's help with that problem twirling in her head…
„Well,now that were sold out,we don't have a choice."he chuckled slightly,thinking of his father's smug smile under the old his fault Arya's upset,he will get some revenge on him with a good ol may or may not end up include making him eat shitting medicine.
„Yea."she smiled with a small,but noticeable smile,now that she noticed it,Ur wanst that bad of a look himself,he wasn't the type of a guy that girls would turn around for,but was still good to the must have a-…what was she thinking 's her cheeks turned to a pale red,which gone unnoticed by her friend.
„But to be completely honest, I would rather marry you over any other girl," he said shrugging, not realising what he said until he said cheeks now flustered red, but hi's were a much more noticeable one.
„I…"Arya wanted to say she felt the same way but she couldn't force herself to do she did the only thing she could have done and walked to him sat next to him and gave him something he didn't expect.
She kissed him on the left the room silently, leaving the confused boy staring at her as she left the room and headed outside to think things before she left she turned to him and gave him a warm smile that melted left the room, closing the door silently behind her.
Urban just let himself fall to the bed on his back breathing heavily and holding his cheek which she kissed with a glad smile he didn't even know existed forming on his lips.
/
Later that day.
Jon was sitting on a bench next to the armoury, waiting for something when Zvonimir approached from out of nowhere, walking slowly towards the young man.
„You seem troubled." the old man said in an understanding voice, slowly taking a seat next to Jon who was looking at the masked lord puzzled.
Jon kept silent and averted his look to the ground.
„What is it boy?I'm not blind it because what happened this morning?" the old man said putting his hand on the bastards shoulder who looked at him with a thankful but regretful look.
„No sir." he said silently as the masked man next to him nodded and asked again „I heard you're joining the Nights Watch."
Jon looked up to the old man surprised, but still kept quiet „Who told you that?!" but he already knew the answer.
„Your father else would tell me, he's probably the only one who know's it."
„And you're here to make me change my mind," Jon asked with deep sarcasm in his just frowned at that annoyed that Jon was giving that shit.
„ here to make you a better offer," he said cryptically, knowing that Jon would not be able to resist the urge to ask after that.
„What offer?"Jon raised an knew Zvonimir from the last time he visited them,7 years both shared a similar disliked them for who they were just because they the difference was that Zvonimir had power, and Jon did not.
„The Templars are recruiting new members to send to reinforce the Wall and help the Watch, possibly train them as well."Zvonimir gave a small chuckle thinking of the Crusades back in funny hypocrites, going to 'liberate' those areas by slaughtering your Muslims were not much better.
„The Templars?...I cant join the Templars, that's for noble sons and knights to join, not bastards trained in the North."
Zvon just gave a small chuckle and replied in his old comforting voice „You couldn't be more wrong my young Order takes anyone, even peasants can join, but then they first have to train under a wing of a veteran knight, footman or a that fiasco with the Pope and the French king, they were slowly building back in realms that Templars were always made up of second sons, bastards, unwanted and the of their ranks are noble lord's sons which didn't get to inherit anything because they were too far back in with no sons and sometimes even daughters, but that is of course, those who are dangerously are most often trained peasants holding halberds. They are the most numerous ones, but the least skilled.I don't doubt you could rise through the ranks quickly my boy." he then got up and started to walk away slowly, his bad leg stopping him from going any before he was too far he just said quiet enough so only Jon can hear it „Think about it.",not bothering to turn his head to him.
„Maybe I will…"Jon said to his chin with a pleasant thought.
A.N: Templars survived the , all we need are the Assassins and the roster is complete...
But seriously now, here they were driven to near extinction and were not officially disbanded by the Pope.
