Now i'm starting to feel guilty about not posting on my other story so make up chapter again on this one. I am going to try stepping away from the other one for a short time to see if something will come forcing it is not working. Thanks for your patience with me. As always i own nothing and let me know what you think this chapter kinda changes things. :) Also I apologize if people are wanting more of the pairings but so far this story seems to be focused on the main plot for right now. Things will heat up later on that's why I labeled it M.

Chapter 12

Everything was changing, his responsibilities, his sisters, his brother, his entire life. The ride outside the walls had changed Myrcella too. She looked at him now, really looked at him. Their conversations even though there weren't many were real. He had found out more about her. One thing he found out was that her mother despised him for taking Myrcella outside of Winterfell. Robb wasn't sure how to make Queen Cersei happy and now Myrcella wasn't allowed to leave the castle walls again, not that he was planning on taking her. They spent most of their time together in the glass gardens and the kennels. Occasionally Tommen would accompany them. Myrcella was absolutely stunning to him when she was with her brother. She smiled and laughed freely. He hoped that King Robert would grant permission to keep Tommen in the North.

Unfortunately, he hadn't had the chance to talk to the king since he had discovered who Jon's mother was. Nobody dared to go near King Robert except for his father. His brother would barely speak to anybody in the family except for Arya, which was why Robb was looking for Jon to make him talk. Robb headed to the forge. That was the one place Jon had been seen regularly. The other was the tents but there was little going on there this time of day. The witch definitely had her spell on his brother and it had nothing to do with magic. Robb entered the forge.

Gendry was leaning against one wall and Jon and Arya sat laughing on the other side of the room. "Gendry, Arya" He greeted. "Jon may I speak with you?" Jon stood to join him; he glanced back at his sister and had a second thought about leaving her alone with Gendry, but it was Arya so he stepped outside.

Robb and Jon walked silently next to him towards the Godswood. They went the large rock beneath the ancient Weirwood tree and sat side by side. He knew Jon wasn't going to speak first so he did. "How are you?" It was a terrible question but it was all he had.

"Did King Stark tell you?" Jon said quietly.

"He told me some of it." Robb didn't care for the way Jon said 'King Stark.'

"We are not brothers, only cousins." Jon was watching a few red leaves that were scattered on the ground.

"No Jon, we are brothers. We always will be."

Jon smirked and shoved his shoulder. "You are turning soft brother." Robb shoved Jon off the rock. Jon bounced back up quickly with a smile. They lunged at each other and both fell to the ground wrestling like young boys. Wrestling was harder now than it used to be since they both wore swords strapped to their hips. "Yield" Jon said twisting Robb's arm behind his back.

"Never" Robb sank to his knees pulling Jon over his shoulders onto the ground. They wrestled until the ground was churned up and sweat coated both of them neither of them wanting to give into the other.

Eventually they heard laughter coming from behind them and they froze mid grapple. "It is good to see some things never change." His father smiled at both of them and they broke apart.

"Father" He stood up smiling.

"Your Grace." Jon ducked his head as he stood next to him.

"Jon, we are alone you do not need to call me that." His father said as his smile fell.

Jon looked at him before looking back to Ned. "I am not sure what to call you."

Ned sat in his normal spot beneath the white tree. "You can call me father if you wish, if not Ned will work. I know this cannot be easy for you, but I still see you as my son even if you are not of my seed."

Jon visibly relaxed as he sat on the ground. Robb sat next to him; they had done this so many times before in their youth. "Did he take her?" Jon asked.

Ned took a long steady breath. "Yes and no, Lyanna never would have left if Rhaegar would not have asked. He was going to marry her and have two wives." Jon picked at the grass beneath his feet.

"Why didn't you tell Jon sooner?" He asked making both of them look at him.

"Jon saw Robert's rage and that was after 17 years. It was safer for Jon to keep my promise and raise Lyanna's child as my own." Jon nodded as if he understood. He understood to but hated that Jon had to find out like he did. It was peaceful in the Godswood and it made him think back on the past. Their father had taught them so many things underneath the leaves of the Weirwood tree. "How is the Princess?" Ned asked him.

"She worries about me." He said messing with a stitch on his breeches.

His father and Jon both laughed. "Your mother worries every time I step outside our gates. It's what women do." Robb chuckled; he had seen his mother fuss over his father so many times and he liked that Myrcella was already starting to worry about him.

Ned had pulled Ice and was polishing the blade when Jon broke the silence. "I want to show you both something." Jon said standing; he pulled his sword but it wasn't the one that was given to him when he came of age.

"Where did you get that?" He questioned his brother.

"Mollen gave it to me." Jon said quietly.

Ned touched the blade. "Do you know what this is son?"

It was a beautiful blade and there was no denying that it was Valyrian steel. "Blackfyre" Jon whispered. Robb stared at the blade harder not believing it to be true.

Ned turned the blade over. "Aye this is Blackfyre. When I was a boy I memorized every great blade."

"I tried to give it back but it is an insult to return a gift where she is from." Jon said trying to defend the elaborate gift.

"If she wants you to have it then you have to keep it." He couldn't believe that Jon had considered giving it back. Their father agreed.

"Be careful who you show this to Jon." Their father cautioned. Jon nodded his understanding. "If you will excuse me boys I must pray." Their father dismissed them.

"Yes father" He and Jon said at the same time and walked away from their sanctuary.

When they reached the edge of the Godswood Robb stopped and turned to Jon. "Are you lying with her?"

Jon's mouth opened and closed in shock. "No! She is a friend."

"But you kissed her?" He pressed the issue.

"Yes" Jon's temper was starting to show.

"Be careful brother, women like that have ruined men before."

"Women like what?" Jon was getting angry now; he knew he had to tread carefully.

"The tents are meant to lure men in and the women trained to keep them happy."

"Mollen is no whore." Jon stepped back.

"Jon, just be careful she is full of tricks." Robb pleaded.

"It is no business of yours Robb." Jon walked away from him quickly. He cursed himself and his brother for being so naive. Now he knew that he was going to have to have a talk with Mollen to make sure that Jon did not get hurt.

After a few steadying breaths, Robb walked back towards the main hall to finish with some of his duties. Bran came running up to him breathless before he could reach the heavy doors. "Robb, Robb"

"Breath Bran, what is it?"

"I was climbing the tumble down tower."

"Mother told you not to climb." He reminded his brother with a smile.

"I know but I was almost to the top. There were these noises from inside but that's not what I wanted to tell you." Bran shook his head. Robb was losing his patience.

"What then?"

"There are men riding fast towards us."

That was news. "Did you see who?"

"No banners fly with them."

"Go tell father in the Godswood, Hurry!" Bran turned and ran. Robb moved quickly to the front gates and sent for Jory. He had the men alert and watching for the riders by the time that Jory and his father arrived.

"Have we seen who it is yet?" Jory asked.

"Not yet but they are making a lot of dust." The men sat atop the wall waiting for someone to come into view.

The waiting seemed to drag on until one of the guards yelled out. "It's Crows your grace."

The Night's watch was never in a hurry to get to them. The heavy metal gates were raised at his father's command. Men in black started to stream inside. Man after man filed into Winterfell.

Uncle Benjen was the last to cross through the gates. "Close the gates Ned." His father nodded and the heavy gates crashed down into place once again. Just as they did, men topped the hill leading to Winterfell.

"Who are they?" He asked his uncle.

"Free folk, the Wall has fallen." Benjen said loudly. There was a stunned silence across the yard.

"How is that possible?" Ned questioned; his voice was full of disbelief.

"Too few men and the Horn of Winter, Mance Rayder brought down the Wall."

Jon had pushed through and was standing next to Ned and Benjen. "Old magic wakes." Jon whispered.

"What did you say?" Benjen questioned.

"Old magic wakes, It is what Mollen told me. She is out there we have to open the gates."

"We will. Get some men and have Luwin send out ravens. We ride out to Wintertown." Ned started organizing the men before he turned to him. "Robb get a group of men armed and ride into the Wolfswood. Robert needs to get back here."

He didn't waste words only hurried back to get his armor after gathering several men to take with him. He was in the middle of buckling on his mail when Myrcella appeared at his door. "What is happening?" She seemed scared.

Robb looked at her. "There are wildlings coming towards Winterfell. I am to ride out and find your father."

"You cannot" Myrcella ordered making Robb look up. He was shocked at the forcefulness of her voice. "Forgive me my lord."

He smiled at her. "I will be fine Myrcella. I am not going alone."

"Take my uncle."

"You need someone here."

"Please Robb." Her plea stirred something deep within him. She cared.

"If he is ready to go." Robb finished with his armor and looked up at Myrcella again.

"Be careful." Myrcella ordered.

"I will." He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and hurried out to the stables. Jamie Lannister was waiting for him. He didn't bother speaking with him just mounted his horse and headed for the gates. The men all followed when they reached the gates his father stopped him.

"Find Robert and get back we are going to secure the town." Robb gave a nod and rode hard towards the Wolfswood. The men followed him closely. Most of those with him were from the King's Landing party and didn't know where they were going. Robb ducked in and out of the tress as he rode. Jamie Lannister rode to his right and Theon to his left. He knew where the hunting party would be going to so he cut through the woods instead of following the game trails. They crashed through the forest scattering the wildlife. The cursing from the edge of a small clearing scattered the birds in the trees.

King Robert stepped out. "What is the meaning of this boy?" Robert yelled at him.

"I am sorry Your Grace but the Wall has fallen and wildlings ride for Winterfell."

"Saddle up!" Robert ordered and went for his horse without another word. It didn't take very long for the hunting party to pack and hurry back. As they neared the gates they could hear swords crashing, men dying, and a heavy smoke hung in the air. They pushed the horses harder to get to the gates. When they broke through the woods, Winterfell's gates stood open. There were rough looking men in tattered furs robbing the dead.

King Robert charged the gates sword drawn. Robb stayed in shocked silence as the rest of the party advanced on Winterfell. "Are we going to sit and watch or join in the fun?' Jamie Lannister asked with an arrogant smile.

"Why are you still here? The king"

"The King has four other guards. I promised Myrcella you would come back alive."

"I don't need your protection Kingslayer." Robb kicked his horse towards his bleeding home. There were many men fighting throughout the grounds. The sounds were drowned out by his beating heart. He began the dance as soon as his feet touched the ground. Slashing, stabbing, ducking, blocking over and over again as he worked his way across the yard. The flash of Jamie's sword would come into view occasionally telling him that he Kingslayer was close. The soldiers of Winterfell were winning but the wildling force was persistent. The fighting grew thicker the closer to the main hall he got. He caught sight of Jon fighting in the crowd. His brother was fighting towards the hall as well. The fear for his family would cross his mind but he had to push it out and concentrate on the fight. It could have been hours or minutes he did not know but the fighting grew to an end. Winterfell's grounds were painted red along with his blade.

Wildling bodies and soldiers alike littered the yard. This was his home and they had invaded it. "Well fought young wolf." Jamie slapped him on the back bringing him out of his head.

"You as well Lannister."

Jon moved towards him with a slight limp. "Are you hurt?" Jon asked.

"I believe I am fine, Father?"

"He took a spear to the leg." Robb swallowed hard.

"Mother and the other women?"

"Men are searching the castle now a few have gotten in." Jon was angry he could tell by the way his brother carried himself.

"They are safe." He hoped out loud. Jamie was walking next to him towards the main hall. Jon stepped in line with him and Gendry joined them as they went to find the rest of their family.

"I'm sorry Jon the tents were destroyed. The women were either taken or dead." Gendry informed Jon.

Jon clenched his jaw. He hadn't even thought about the women in the tents. Several screams shattered the air. "The women!" The men shouted and every capable man started running towards the shattered doors of the main dinning hall. The room behind the great hall was where the ladies of the castle were supposed to be during a siege. The door was still barred but the wood was ripped away from the frame. Thoughts of his mother, sisters, young brothers, and Myrcella flashed through his head and for the first time that day he was truly scared.

Robb started shoving bodies out of the way trying to get further into the room. Jon crawled through the splintered door first followed by himself, Jamie and Gendry. There were dying and dead men scattered on the floor. The women were pressed up against the back wall. A few that had fainted were being fanned by women in thin silk dresses. Robb looked around the room. Arya stood in front of the rest of the women; her grey dress splattered with gore and a blade in her hand. Next to her stood Mollen dressed in leather breeches and a top that barely covered her torso all painted blood red. Arya was breathing hard but Mollen just stared calmly at Jon. His eyes moved past the first two in the room to where he saw Bran, Rickon and Tommen's eyes still wide with fright holding bows looking for a target. Myrcella stepped forward with tears in her eyes. He couldn't stop himself he hurried to her side and wrapped his arms around her. Relief flooded through him. He couldn't believe how worried he was about her safety.