I took my love, I took it down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills

'Til the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Mmm

Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm gettin' older, too

Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm gettin' older, too

I'm gettin' older, too

Ah, take my love, take it down

Oh, climb a mountain and turn around

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, the landslide will bring it down

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, the landslide will bring it down

Oh, the landslide will bring it down

"Landslide"-Fleetwood Mac

I don't own Game of Thrones.

Chapter 4 King is coming

Jon Snowstark

Jon was already awake from his sleep as the sun is beginning to rise up in Winterfell. He continues to stare up into the ceiling from his new chamber room. He was thinking that is was still a dream and he was going to wake up from it. His reality will be going back to being a bastard and going to the Wall to swear to take the Black.

But it wasn't. He can now call himself a Stark or better yet Snowstark. He let his mind wonders about having a family of his own; perhaps having sons and maybe, a daughter that he could name after his aunt Lyanna.

They will all bear the name Snowstark and he will enjoy having his wife by his side as he watch all the years pass them by time itself. He looked down from the ceiling to look at his wife face as she still is sleeping as she lay her head on his chest. Jon smiled gently as he was in deep memorizing her face.

Jon was being gentle to her last night because he didn't want to hurt the baby. Rubbing her shoulders with his right hand as she was moving closer to him to get warm, so he moves himself closer to her body as he tightly wrapped themselves in the blanket to get warm. He draws himself closer to her body as she was beginning to stir as her eyes begin to open slowing to his eyes. His hand moves her black hair to get a clear look on her face as she signed contently at the feel of his hand on her face.

"Good morning, Jon…" Orabelle said to him and he felt happy that she was here with him. Jon smiled as he leans into her lips and lightly kissed her. He whispers, "Good morning, Orabelle."

His wife had buried her face onto his chest to feel his comfort and warm safely securing inside his arms. He is glad.

He is happy that she is his wife.

He hopes that he can work harder to have his own small lord hold to provide her and the child.

Jon closes his eyes a bit before leaving to face the world outside of his own.

'Just a bit more. I'll sleep in a bit longer.'

Jon sleeps a bit longer. He just wanted to hold her and continue dreaming of his family more.

The next days later…

"Go on Bran, Father is watching." Jon looked up and sees them together. "And your mother."

Since he's wedding, he and Orabelle have been inseparable. There are signs of her womb forming, but still small and Maester Luwin assured them that the baby is okay and most woman don't show the big size womb.

It started out as like any other day in Winterfell. Brandon Stark or 'Bran' as he would like to be called that name; is the third son of Eddard Stark if his mother not counting Jon Snow his half-brother. A reminder from Catelyn Stark made sure he never forgets. An arrow was released, but missed again. Bran got upset and stomp his foot in frustration at himself. His brothers Robb Stark the eldest and Heir, and himself, and little Rickon Stark are all laughing at Brandon for missing his shot.

"Which one of you were marksmen at 10?" Ned said loudly at his sons that actually got them to stop laughing. Footsteps were quietly moving without giving a warning to them.

"Go on, Bran."

"Don't think too much?" Jon gave his helpful advice.

Robb told him next, "Relax, you bow."

An arrow was released passed them and they all turned it was Arya Stark. She did a mock curtsey and Brandon got mad at her. He chased his sister around trying to catch her. They all laugh at their siblings' antics.

Jon went and pick up some arrows and allowed Rickon to help. He felt eyes upon him and he knows that it's not Orabelle. Jon looks up and saw Lady Stark.

She always stared down at him coldly, but it doesn't bother him not more. His love for his she-bear gave him strength. He saw Lady Stark turned away.

Jon let out puff of air. He was relief that she's gone.

He enters the room to put the arrows away and felt a presence in the room. Slim arms are warped around his upper body and hugging him by the back.

He knew this touch anywhere.

"Jon…"

His hand hold onto her hand and kiss it. Jon smiled as he turned around as he saw his beloved; pulling her into his arms and hugged her.

"Don't worry, I won't be long." Jon kissed atop of her head. He moved his hand gently press on her womb. Jon kneels down to kiss it.

"Be good to your mother, papa will be back soon."

He swears it.

At the wide open field Execution point

A deserter stands forward and said, "I know I had broken my oath. And I know I am a deserter. I should have gone back to the wall and warned them but…I saw what I saw. I saw White walkers. People needed to know. If you get word to my family, tell them I am no coward. Tell them I'm sorry."

Jon whispered to Bran, "Don't look away. Father will know." As his father brought Ice down to his neck as a clean cut, Bran jumped, but did not blink away. Jon is so proud of his little brother. He knows that Veryn would be too. They all gotten on their horse and ridden away.

Jon heard his father speaking to Bran, "You understand why I did it?"

Bran answered, "Jon said he was a deserter."

Father asked him again, "But you understand why I had to kill him."

Bran paused for a moment, "Our way is the old way."

Lord Stark said to him like he always told them when they first saw his beheading of a deserter, "The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." Of course, he remembers it well. How could he forget?

Bran questioned father, "Is it true he saw the White Walkers?" Good question.

Father signed and said, "The White Walkers have been gone for thousands of years."

Bran questions him again, "So he was lying?"

Father just said, "A madman sees what he sees." Jon stood silently as he wonders.

They stopped in the middle of the road and saw a dead stag. Father order his men to investigate and walking down a path near the riverbank, they find the body of a full-grown female direwolf with five direwolf pups huddling close to her. Jon was in awed by it. No one has ever seen a Direwolf for years. He can't wait to show her the pups or tell her all about it.

"It's a freak!" Theon Greyjoy shouted as he couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Ned Stark kneeled down towards it and examined it, "It's a direwolf. Tough old beast."

Robb spoked out, "There are no direwolves south of the Wall."

Jon came a little closer and looked at the pups.

"Now there are five. You want to hold it?"

He saw his little brother; Bran takes the pup immediately and wraps it in his cloak.

"Where will they go?"

'That's a good question', Jon thought.

Rodrik Cassel told them, "They don't belong down here." Jon looked at him in shocked. No! He can't do that!

Father let out a resigned sigh and said, "Better a quick death. They won't last without their mother."

"Right, give it here!" Theon draws his dagger and grabs the pup from Bran. His brave little brother refused to let go his pup.

"No!"

Robb snarled angrily at Theon, "Put away your blade!"

Theon sneered at Robb, "I take orders from your father, not you." Jon has to think of something, but what? He looked at his father's sigil and instant came in mind. He got it!

Jon stared at the sigil of direwolf when he heard his brother cried, "Please, Father!"

Father sounded solemn, "I'm sorry, Bran."

Jon stepped forward and is praying that it works in his favor, "Lord Stark? There are five pups, one for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. They were meant to have them."

He looked at his father pleading to help his case.

'Please work, please work.' Jon said that same mantra in his mind.

Finally, he said, "You will train them yourselves, you will feed them yourselves, and if they die, you will bury them yourselves."

Robb and Bran smiled as they get to keep the pups.

Bran asked him, "What about you?"

Jon hated to say this, but he has to remind his brother that he will always be Snow. "I'm not a Stark. Get on."

He saw his brother looked down a bit.

He notices something at the base of a tree and heads towards it.

Robb Stark, "What is it?"

Jon looked in shocked at he could believe his eyes. He straightens up, holding a not just one, but two animals, an albino and snow bear cub that is moaning and roaring a bit. They were huddle together when he found them. It sort of fits that they reminded him of both he and Orabelle like that when they were young.

Theon smirked mocking him, "Ah, the runts of the litter! That one's yours, Snow and wife."

Jon smirked at pups and ignores Greyjoy's taunts.

"Yes, they will always be together."

Orabelle Snowstark

It was a long ride back home.

A little pups and it's theirs for good. They sat in the halls as they gathered around.

Robb Stark have his already pup he named Greywind.

Sansa pick hers as Lady.

Bran chosen his, but has not name it yet.

Jon Snow has his own white pup name Ghost.

Arya has chosen a wild one name Nymeria.

Rickon got his own name Shaggydog.

Orabelle let out a silent gasp of surprise when he brought a snow bear. It let small sounds and looked around. She watched the little bear cub looked at her with such big dark eyes that sparkle adorable. Orabelle let a small cheer and watched the cub move up to her and wiggle his tail.

"Here you go Orabelle. This one is gentle and strong."

She held her on her lap and she made small noises and nibbled her paw.

Orabelle gently groom the cub.

"I love her."

She playfully glanced at him, "It is her?" Jon laughs and nodded, "Yes."

Orabelle smiled.

She knows Jon is smiling with her.

"Did you hear the news?"

Her husband looked at her concern.

"Jon Arryn, the king's hand. He died."

Jon is silent as his direwolf Ghost stare and observes us silently. She admits that his red eyes make you feel that no one secret is safe.

"There is also, another thing," Orabelle continue as Jon looked her again, "The king is coming. I fear that he is coming for Lord Stark."

She leaned closed to him as she laid her head on the shoulder. His hand is press on her womb and she brings hers on top of his.

She prays to the old Gods that nothing would happen to the house of Starks.

No Starks had ever come back for the South alive.

Eddard Stark

Eddard Stark or Ned as his family and Robert like to called him. He wonders how long as it been since He last time saw Robert? He knew the years had change both of them. He wonders if Robert will be looking at his gooddaughter Orabelle and Jon whom he called his name Jon Snowstark. Ned is actually proud of Jon and he knows that he will honor his wife and child since Jon made a vow to never father a bastard.

Jon is stood front next to him and Orabelle also, next to the Snowstarks is where Robb is next to her.

Ned stood outside with his family as they wait for the King to come As Ned turned back his head he heard his wife comment on where is Arya? His eldest daughter, Sansa shrugged. Arya come with a helmet on her head.

"Hey, hey, hey. What are doing with that on?" He stops her and took off the helmet and pass Rodrick. All of his children smiled at Arya's mischief. Arya pushed Bran to stand between him and Sansa.

There were Stag flags of Baratheon and soldiers carrying them. Then the Lannister soldiers and their lion flags came. He saw the Hound who is wearing a snarling dog-like and protector of the Crown prince Joffrey who is wearing the Lannister red with the stag and lion sigil.

He saw his old friend King Robert Baratheon and everyone had knelt before him. He has gotten fat and looked exhausted from the looks of it. All of them had lined up as Robert got off of his horse and went to Ned. He stomps up to Ned and prompt his family to get up.

"You're Grace."

"You got fat." Robert strong voice is heard from the air. It has gotten everyone nervous on how Ned would response to it. Ned knew this game and he prompt 'looks who's talking'. It gotten both Ned and Robert laughed about it. They hugged each other as he saw his wife.

"Cat!" Robert hugged Cat like she is his long-lost sister.

"Your grace." Says, Catelyn.

"Nine years. Why I haven't seen you? Where the hell have you been?" Ned smile at Robert as said, "Guarding the North for you, your grace. Winterfell is yours."

Queen Cersei steps out of the carriage after her children with a distasteful look on her face. He remembers her, but she isn't much for her cold heart.

Arya asked, "Where's the Imp?"

"Will you shut up?"

Ned let out a silent sigh over this. Why can't his daughter act like sisters just for today?

Robert went to Jon "And who have we here? You must be the newly name Snowstark." Robert shakes his hand.

He said, "Congratulation of your marriage and child." Robert went to his goddaughter, "My, a she bear and quite similar to Lyanna too."

Orabelle bow her head gently. Robert went to Robb, "And who have we here? You must be Robb." Robert shakes his hand.

Robert moved to his daughter, Sansa, "My, you're a pretty one. And your name is?..."

Arya spoked proudly, "Arya."

Robert went To Bran, "Ohhh, show us your muscles. You'll be a soldier!"

Robert chuckles and moves back towards Ned. Behind him, Jaime Lannister removes his helmet.

"That's Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother."

"Would you please shut up?!"

Cersei walks up to Ned and offers her hand; after a moment, Eddard kisses it. He saw her eyes true anger against his daughter, as if she fears her. Southern don't like people whom consider magic as evil beings that should be killed.

"My Queen."

Catelyn had quickly curtsying, "My Queen."

"Take me to your crypt; I want to pay my respects."

Cersei the queen called out to Robert, "We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely, the dead can wait."

"Ned."

He gave the queen apology gaze as he followed Robert.

In the Winterfell Crypts…

Eddard Stark holds a lantern for Robert to travel down to the crypts. Ned wants to know what happen to their old mentor.

"Tell me about Jon Arryn," Ned beseeches Robert.

Robert shook his head, "One moment he was fine, and then…Burned him right through him, whatever it was. I loved that man."

"We both did."

"He never had to teach you, but me…you remember me at 16? All I wanted to do was crack some skulls and fuck some girls. He showed me what was what."

"Aye," Ned answered that he remembers. He just gave Robert a side look that seemed skeptical, barely suppressing his smile.

Robert notice it right away and he simply laugh, "Don't look at me like that! It's not his fault that I don't listen."

Robert turned serious, "I need you, Ned. These are dangerous times…I need good around me, like Jon Arryn. Men like you. I need you down at Kingslanding, not up here where you're no damn use to anyone."

Robert stood tall and gave Ned his decree, "Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the hand of the king."

Ned stood there speechlessly and humbly kneeled before Robert, "I'm not worthy of the honor."

"I'm not trying to honor you," Robert told him. Good old Ned, he hasn't change a bit. "I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink and whore my way to an early grave. Damn it, stand up, Ned."

Eddard complies as Robert continues.

"You helped me win the iron throne, now help me keep that damn thing. We were meant to rule together. If your sister were alive we are bound as brothers. Well, it's not too late. I have a son, you have daughter…My Joffrey and your Sansa shall join our houses."

This came to his surprise after all; his daughter is only 13 and no news of her being flowered.

They walk further into the crypts where they made pass through the stature of all the Stark's family. They went to a beautiful woman stature: Lyanna Stark.

Ned Stark sister and Robert's fiancée before Robert's Rebellion which spark the war between the Targaryen's dynasties ended and he won the Iron Throne.

Robert places a feather in her stone hands, "Did you have to bury in a place like this? She should be in hill somewhere with the sun and clouds above her."

He will not allow that. Ned knew that his sister just want to come home.

"She is my sister. This is where she belongs."

"She belongs with me. In my dreams I killed him every night." Robert gazed at Lyanna, but eyes darken when he mention him.

Rhaegar Targaryen.

The dragon prince kidnapped his sister and she died after Robert won the throne.

"It's done. The Targaryen's are gone." Ned assured Robert.

Robert lowered his head, "Not all of them."

Robert notices blue winter roses being placed there. He plunked one of them up and stares at it. Ned told him.

"Orabelle and Jon went to pay respect to my sister to give the roses. Jon kept saying that Lyanna would have wanted winter roses here with her and he gives them to her."

Robert looked quiet and nodded.

"What a kind son and goddaughter you have there, Ned."

So, guys what you think? Orabelle had a snow bear cub that will be big soon. Also, the gender of the baby will be Lyanna Snowstark. But her appearance will shock everyone knowing of Jon heritage. Thank you for your support.