A/N:

So I'm looking for a beta reader who is willing to go through my previous chapters and help me out with the chapters to come. So PM me if you're willing to give me a hand.

And thanks for all the reviews! You guys just make my days! So I kept Jon's birthname as Aegon (personally I didn't agree with it either, just wasn't right for a number of reasons) because it's canon. So everyone is asking if the Red Wedding is going to happen, well we'll just have to wait and see. ;) And about the pairing I've more or less made my decision but again you'll have to wait and see!

Without further delay, here is the next chapter!


As long as Jon could remember he had always wanted a name. Not just any name, he had wanted to be a Stark like his half-siblings. He had not wanted to be known as the single stain on Lord Eddard Stark's honor. Everyday Jon had hoped his father would bestow upon him the name Stark but everyday that hope dwindled. Tonight Jon learned he was no bastard and he had had a name, always did.

Aegon Targaryen

Jon lunged at the tree in front of him, sweat trickling down his face, a tear or two in the mix as well. His whole life was lie. His father wasn't Ned Stark, the man had lied and let Jon suffer everything that came with being a bastard. His parents were Lyanna Stark and Rheagar Targaryen and they were long dead. Only one thing Jon could remember ever wanting perhaps even more than being a Stark had been a mother. He had always hoped that his mother was still alive and would one day turn up at Winterfell to see him. But she was dead, died giving birth to him. Jon recalled what Lord Reed had told him of his mother and wanted nothing more than see her at least once.

Jon struck the tree again with Longclaw in grief. Then there was his father, Rheagar Targaryen. Jon had thought the man a rapist all his life. Jon struck the tree once more, his uncle had let Jon hate his own father without even knowing it. He couldn't even recall hearing anything good about the silver haired prince but if his mother had fallen in love with him, he couldn't have possibly been that bad. Or at least that's what he told himself. Jon sheathed Longclaw and collapsed below the tree. He glared at the dirt, angry and confused. The anger being directed at his uncle, he understood that his uncle kept the truth to protect him but that did not make him feel any less betrayed.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

He really did know nothing. He hadn't even known his name. Tears started flowing freely down his cheeks, now he was openly sobbing. Jon didn't know how long he sat like that but the next thing he knew something cold was pressed against his forehead. Jon looked up to see Ghost's red eyes watching him. He ran his fingers through Ghost's fur absentmindedly, his mind still preoccupied. There was something comforting about Ghost's presence, it helped Jon calm himself.

Jon heard movement behind Ghost and clutched Longclaw. He swiftly rose to find Robb watching him with Grey Wind by his side. Jon quickly cleared his throat, "You shouldn't be out here, Robb." Jon had wondered out of Riverrun in his anger and was in the middle of a forest. It was not safe especially for Robb.

Robb shrugged, "I'm here to check on you, brother."

Jon let out a bitter laugh in response, "It seems I'm not actually your brother." Jon felt something impact with his jaw and he stumbled backwards. His hand flew to his mouth, he touched his lip and noticed blood on the tip of his finger. Jon looked up at Robb in shock who was in turn glaring at him, while nursing his fist. Jon glanced at Grey Wind who was baring his teeth at him. Jon noticed that Ghost was silently watching the exchange, it almost seemed as if he approved of Robb's action.

"Say that again." Robb threatened fiercely, "You're my brother. As you are Arya's and Bran's, Rickon's and even Sansa's. I don't care who your parents are. You're Stark, always have been."

Jon ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "You don't understand."

Robb's eyes soften, "You're right. I don't." He took a step closer to Jon, "But I stand by my words. You are a Stark and if you ever doubt that take a look at Ghost, your direwolf." He said fiercely. Robb held Jon's gaze for a moment longer and turned on his heel.

Jon watched as Robb made his way back to Riverrun. He wasn't sure who he was anymore but at least he could be sure that Robb was still his brother.


The following morning Jon kept to himself, he was relieved that Robb didn't care who his parents were but Jon did care. The revelation was still too much for him to take in.

Jon had so many questions about his parents but those who could have answered them were all dead. Then there was the fact that he was the rightful heir to the Iron Throne (not that he was considering taking it back) but Jon tried not to think about that. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, frankly he didn't want to be king. Yes, Jon had at times wanted to be Lord of Winterfell but the King of Westeros was a whole different thing. The throne should have been his half brother's and the fact that Jon had it because of his parents' mistakes didn't sit well with him. Though a small part of him wanted to see what everyone thought if they found out, he had been looked down his whole life but that wasn't motivation enough.

Jon has been sitting in the godswood, starring at the sad faced weirwood tree with Ghost perched beside him when Lord Reed came to him. Jon watched as Lord Reed sat on a rock across from him, he waited for the crannogman to say something but Lord Reed just sat in silence looking at the weirwood.

"How are you, Jon?"

Jon looked up at Lord Reed who was observing him. Jon shrugged, "Not bad, my lord."

Lord Reed raised an eyebrow at Jon, "Honestly?" Jon didn't say anything and that was an answer enough for Lord Reed.

"I didn't mean to drop the truth on you like this."

Jon nodded and turned back to the weirwood, "Do you think they knew?" Jon asked a few moments later, "That their love would tear the realm apart? Condemn thousands to death?"

Lord Reed followed Jon's gaze and glanced sadly at the heart tree, "I won't pretend that I know what was going on in Prince Rheagar's and Lady Lyanna's heads but love blinds. Perhaps even a war could have been avoided inspite of their actions, but the realm was already so fragile." Jon remembered Maester Aemon's words. Love is the death of duty. "It wasn't your fault, Jon."

Jon looked up at Lord Reed who was watching Jon intently. "Who really am I?"

Lord Reed smiled softly at Jon, "You are who you want to be. You can stay Jon Snow, Ned Stark's bastard and no one would know any better. Or you can embrace your true identity, be Aegon of Houses Stark and Targaryen." Lord Reed leaned forward, "You can let history run its course without you or you can take back your family's throne, rule as King Aegon, protect this wretched realm from all threats, within and without. Be the king this realm so desperately needs."

Lord Reed stood up and Jon followed suit. " You'd be surprised of how much support you'd find. It's your choice, Jon. This secret is yours now. " He clasped Jon's hand, "I leave for Greywater Watch first thing tomorrow. I wanted to say goodbye and wish you fortune."

Jon nodded, "Thank you for everything. For telling me."

Lord Reed chuckled, "You can thank Maester Aemon for that." Jon had suspected that the Maester had known and that's why he hadn't allowed Jon to take his vows. Lord Reed smiled at Jon one last time and walked back to the castle.

Jon noticed a Stark soldier approach him, "King Robb requests your presence. Immediately." The soldier did not say why, Jon feared that it might have to do with their conversation the day before. Jon wasn't prepared for that just yet. But the request seemed more urgent than that.

"I'll be there at once." Jon hurried back to the castle with Ghost at his tail, pushing his worries and doubts to the back of his head for now.


Arya had never been to Riverrun despite it being her mother's childhood home. After months of travel, she had finally made it and that was making Arya nervous. She and the Hound were disguised as farmers, delivering their harvest to the castle. She watched silently as the Hound secured them passage through the gate and into the granaries. Once they were in the Hound and she quickly sneaked out of the granaries.

"You're hood fell off." Arya whispered urgently at the Hound. He grunted in response and put his hood back on. They were able to find an entrance not heavily guarded, the Hound knocked out the only guard. They didn't run into anyone as they maneuvered through the castle, Arya's heart was pounding as they made each turn. They tried to get a sense of direction, they needed to find Robb or Arya's mother, Arya trusted no one else and neither did the Hound.

"How the fuck do we find your brother?" The Hound asked as he glanced around. Arya heard steps approaching and she and the Hound shared a look. They quickly scrambled to the direction they thought was opposite to the approaching steps, trying to make as little noise as they could. They made the nearest turn to find themselves face to face with a gruff old man.

Arya and the Hound froze and the man eyed them suspiciously. The man wore the characteristic Tully armor and Arya racked her brains to remember who he could be.

"Sandor Clegane." The man said in surprise when he recognized the Hound and slowly unsheathed his sword, he seemed to not have noticed Arya. Arya cursed inwardly when she noticed that the Hound's hood had fallen off again. The Hound had his sword in hand as well now.

"Blackfish." The Hound growled. Arya's eyes widen in realization. She decided to act quickly before things escalated into a fight. She stepped out from behind the Hound.

"You're Brynden Tully." Arya said.

"Yes, I am." The Blackfish said in confusion, glancing at Arya but not letting his guard down.

"We'd like an audience with King Robb."

"I'm inclined to refuse your request, girl. I'm not letting the Lannisters' favorite dog around his Grace."

The Hound took a step forward but the Blackfish continued to stand his ground. Arya hurried to stand between them.

"It wasn't a request." The Hound growled.

"I said I want to see my brother." Arya said again, this time more boldly. The Blackfish's eyes widened, this time caught off guard. He looked between the Hound and Arya. He studied Arya and then took a step closer causing the Hound to raise his sword threateningly.

The Blackfish ignored him, "Arya Stark?" Arya nodded, the Blackfish glanced at the Hound again and back at Arya suspiciously. "How can I trust that you really are Arya Stark, girl?"

"Take me to my brother, I'm sure he can tell you." The Blackfish starred at Arya until he conceded.

"Come with me." Arya and the Hound were about to follow him when the Blackfish blocked the Hound's path and held out his hand, pointing at the Hound's sword. The Hound rolled his eyes but obliged. The Blackfish led them to a hall and asked them to wait while he fetched Robb and Catelyn. Arya's heart was pounding so loud that she was sure that the Hound could hear it. She glanced at him, he was lodging on a chair. She wasn't sure what he was going to do after he returned her to her brother. Most probably take the money and leave, Arya wasn't sure how she felt about that, a part of her wanted him to stay and another still hated him for what he done to Micah.

After what seemed forever for Arya the door the Blackfish had exited opened with him entering followed by her mother. Catelyn took one glance at Arya and gasped.

The next thing Arya knew she and her mother were sobbing into each other's shoulders. Arya felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to find Robb looking at her in relief, his eyes filled with tears. She quickly retrieved one of her hands from around her mother and pulled Robb into the embrace.

Slowly they pulled out of the embrace and Arya took a look at her mother and brother and they seemed to be doing the same. Arya couldn't meet their eyes, looking down she said quietly, "I couldn't save Sansa or father. I'm sorry." Tears continued to leak down her cheeks.

Catelyn wiped away Arya's tears, "Arya, sweetheart. It's not your fault. It's a miracle that you were able to escape in the first place." Robb nodded in agreement and hugged her again.

Arya looked around the room from over Robb's shoulder. The Blackfish and the Hound were still there and so was her Uncle Edmure. Arya's eyes fell towards the corner of room.

"Jon." She gasped when she recognized him. He was standing there watching her with a smile, beside him was Ghost who had grown so big. She quickly disentangled herself from Robb and launched herself at Jon. She had missed her half brother the most.

"How did you get here?" Jon asked in disbelief.

"How come you're not at the Wall?" Arya shout back at him.

Jon chuckled as he let go of Arya, "It's a bit of long story."

Arya smiled back at him, cursing the tears that were pouring down her face again. "So is mine."

Jon glanced down at Arya's waist where Needle* was. "You still have it."

"I wouldn't be here without it." Jon's smile wavered at that but Arya chose to ignore it. She didn't know what her family would think of her if they found out that she had killed. She decided she would worry about that later, she was finally among family. She was finally home.


Jon watched as Arya took in all that he had said. Once Arya had arrived and cleaned herself up, she had spent her time between Jon and Lady Catelyn. Robb was busy and they had decided to keep Arya's arrival a secret for now or else it was likely Walder Frey may hear of it and demand that Robb honor his vow by wedding her to one of his sons. Arya regaled her story to Jon and Jon had did the same. He had left nothing out including the truth about his parents.

Arya and Jon had always been honest with each other and Jon figured that he would have to tell her eventually. Arya had not interrupted Jon as he told her.

Finally she managed to say, "You have Dark Sister?" That had not been the first question that Jon had expected but he nodded nonetheless. Arya's eyes widened, "Where?" She breathed in disbelief.

Jon looked at Arya weirdly before he took the chest that Lord Reed had given him from under his bed. He unlocked it and showed Arya. Arya gasped when her eyes fell upon it and she carefully ran her fingers over the blade in awe.

Jon waited expectantly but Arya didn't even spare him a glance, "You know I just told you that I'm not your brother."

Arya's eyes whipped towards Jon and she raised an eyebrow at him, "Do you want me to punch you too?" And she went back to gushing over the ancient Targaryen heirloom. Jon couldn't stop himself from smiling as Arya pointed out every small detail in the sword. Watching Arya made Jon wonder for not the first time that day, what his mother, Lyanna Stark had really been like.


A/N: * : So I think in the show Arya got needle back on her way to the Vale but in this I'm making it before they reached Riverrun.

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