A Different Rebellion
Summerhall – 300 A.C
Three hours later…
Ned was holding Ice in one hand as he made his way across the battlefield towards where Jon and a few others had surrounded Viserys Targaryan while they punched and kicked him.
The battle itself had finished nearly half an hour ago with most of the surviving Crown army fleeing along with Jon Connington while over a hundred soldiers were taken prisoner.
"Enough of this!" shouted Ned angrily.
Jon and the others turned to look at Ned. The others were revealed to be Smalljon Umber, Dacey Mormont, Harrion Karstark, Rodrik Forrester and Lyanna's eldest Son Martyn Glover who was 16 years of age.
He stood at 5'10 tall with long dark brown hair.
Jon sighed and reached down before pulling a bloody and bruised Viserys Targaryan to his feet with the help of Harrion Karstark.
"He deserves to die Father… take his head and send it to Kings Landing" said Jon bitterly.
"The North remembers Lord Stark" said Dacey Mormont bitterly.
Ned glanced around to see many of his Northern Lords and their children looking at him expectantly.
"Hold him down" said Ned flatly.
Jon and Dacey Mormont forced a struggling panicking Viserys Targaryan to his knees.
As Ned approached them Harrion Karstark spat at Viserys Targaryan.
"House Targaryan's time has come Viserys Targaryan" said Harrion Karstark bitterly.
Ned remained silent as he stood next to Viserys Targaryan and pointed Ice at the floor.
"In the name of the Old Gods and the New, I, Eddard, of the House Stark… Lord Of Winterfell, and Warden Of The North, sentence you to die… do you have any last words?" said Ned flatly.
"Please, please let me live" pleaded Viserys Targaryan as his tears and blood hit the grass.
Ned ignored his pleas and swiftly beheaded Viserys Targaryan without another word.
Jon and Dacey Mormont dropped the headless body to the floor as Harrion Karstark picked Viserys Targaryan's head up and walked away from them.
Later that evening…
Ned, Elbert Arryn and Stannis Baratheon were sat around one of the tables in the large spacious hall inside the castle.
Shortly after the end of the battle they had discovered the castle to be mostly empty apart from a few servants.
Princess Arianne Targaryan nee Martell who was married to Viserys Targaryan was nowhere to be found nor were her two infant Daughters.
"We should move on Kings Landing now… before they have a chance to regroup" said Elbert Arryn.
Ned sighed.
"We fought a hard battle today… our men are still tired and battle weary, we should give them a few days rest first" said Ned.
"The longer we stay here the more time the Targaryan's have to reinforce their position" said Stannis flatly.
"These men have marched far and fought hard for weeks now Lord Stannis… they need their rest" said Ned.
Stannis Baratheon scoffed.
"These men are battle hardened Lord Stark… but I guess it would not do us any harm to stay here for a day or two" said Stannis flatly.
Later that night…
Jon sighed and downed his ale before he heard a knock at the door.
He slowly got to his feet and made his way over to the door.
"Alright, alright" said Jon as there was another knock at the door.
When he opened the door he was really surprised to see who had come to visit him at such a late hour.
Dacey Mormont was looking at him with a heartbroken look on her face.
Jon looked at her in surprise for a few moments before wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"Come in" said Jon pulling her through the door and closing it.
When they were inside Dacey Mormont wrapped her arms around him and pressed her head into his shoulder.
"She is gone" said Dacey Mormont sadly.
The person she was referring to was her Mother Maege Mormont known by many as "The She-Bear" thanks to her large fierce appearance and fiery temperament. Maege Mormont had spent the last few hours in a bed surrounded by Dacey, Jorah and Gared Mormont having suffered a deadly axe wound to her stomach during the battle.
Jon sighed and held her into him.
"I'm so sorry Dacey… if there is anything I can do just say it" said Jon regretfully.
Dacey Mormont stayed still pressing her head into his shoulder for several minutes before she slowly raised her head to look at him.
Without warning she leaned in and kissed Jon catching him off guard.
It did not last long as she pulled away after a few seconds.
"I am so sorry Jon, I should not have done that… I am grieving, and you are married now" said Dacey Mormont with a guilty look on her face.
"I know… I have wanted you for so long, but I am a married man now" said Jon regretfully.
Dacey placed her hands on his cheeks.
"Maybe I should have said yes when I had the chance" said Dacey softly.
"We could have been happy together" said Jon softly.
Dacey sighed and moved her hand down to his arm.
"I am sure you will be happy with Sansa" said Dacey.
Jon sighed and turned away from her.
"She called me Robb… on our wedding night" said Jon quietly.
Dacey sighed and took his hand.
"And how did she explain herself?" said Dacey.
"She apologised for saying it… but it still hurt" said Jon flatly.
Dacey sighed and led him over to the bed.
"Tell me Jon… did you have to stop yourself from calling her by my name as you fucked her?" said Dacey flatly as the two sat down on the edge of the bed.
Jon sighed.
"If she had not said what she said to me first… I might have said your name, for I would not have been able to control myself" said Jon sadly.
Dacey traced her other hand up his arm.
"Even now… there are things I wish I could do, but I will not allow myself to do them" said Jon flatly.
Dacey shifted closer to him.
"If telling me all of this will help you move on then tell me now… I promise I will not leave no matter what you say" said Dacey reassuringly.
Jon sighed.
"I want you, I want every inch of you" said Jon.
Dacey sighed.
"I want to kiss you, and not just kiss your lips this time… you showed me your teats once but I want to see more" said Jon regretfully.
"Just let it all out Jon" said Dacey softly.
Jon swallowed.
"I want to fuck you Dacey, I want you but I know I cannot have you" said Jon finally letting it out.
Dacey squeezed his hand.
"Do you feel better now that you have got it off your chest… are you finally ready to put your feelings for me aside and move on?" said Dacey softly.
Jon slowly nodded.
"And how do you feel about Sansa?" said Dacey.
Jon locked eyes with her.
"I really care for Sansa… more than I ever told her in the two days we had together as man and wife" said Jon with a hint of regret that he was not more honest with Sansa.
Dacey stood up.
"Now promise me something" said Dacey.
"Promise you what?" said Jon.
Dacey placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.
"That when you see Sansa again… tell her how much you really care about her, tell her how much she means to you, then take her to her chambers and fuck her like she has never been fucked before" said Dacey.
Jon turned slightly.
"Are you telling me how to bed my Wife?" said Jon in slight shock.
Dacey smirked.
"Someone needed to tell you… how else is she going to give you children?" said Dacey amusedly.
Jon opened his mouth to reply before Dacey squeezed his shoulder.
"Think about what I said Jon… you and Sansa can never be happy together unless the two of you work at being happy" said Dacey softly.
With that she turned around and left him alone with his thoughts.
As Jon watched her leave he thought about everything the two of them said to each other and thought about what it meant.
Gone was his affection for Dacey Mormont and in its place was a growing affection for another. Another with copper red hair and a smile that could warm the hearts of any man.
He looked out of the window at the star lit sky imagining that Sansa was doing the same at Riverrun.
"I will come back to you Sansa… I promise" said Jon softly.
Kings Landing – 300 A.C
One week later…
"You… lost… Summerhall" said Rhaegar Targaryan in a deathly voice.
He was sat on the Iron Throne looking down at Jon Connington with an angry look on his face while the people around him looked worried and in some cases scared.
The only people who did not look even remotely scared were the four Kingsguard stood at the base of the steps though all of them looked a little uneasy at what was transpiring in the throne room.
A clearly frightened Queen Elia was stood next to an equally scared Princess Arianne who despite her fear had not shed a single tear at her Husband Viserys's death.
Princess Arianne Targaryan nee Martell was a few inches taller than her Aunt at 23 years of age and had the same skin tone and dark brown hair as Elia although Arianne's was longer ending nearly half way down her back.
Stood a few feet away from them with a scared look on her face surrounded by some equally scared handmaidens was Princess Margery Targaryan nee Tyrell.
The 19 year old was married to the Crown Prince Aegon Targaryan and had long brownish blonde hair that ended halfway down her back though the bags under her eyes spoilt her beautiful look.
Jon Connington gulped.
"We were outnumbered Your Grace" pleaded Jon Connington.
"You lost Summerhall… and you made the Targaryan name look weak, if the traitors think we are weak then they will strike us!" shouted Rhaegar Targaryan whose voice made the people stood by his side tremble slightly.
"Let me right the wrongs I have committed Your Grace… let me gather what remains of our army and crush your enemies" pleaded Jon Connington falling to his knees.
"SILENCE!" roared Rhaegar Targaryan jumping to his feet.
Elia and Arianne paled slightly when they saw the pure rage and madness in the eyes of Rhaegar Targaryan.
"You have failed me for the last time Connington… Ser Barristan, remove this traitors head and have it mounted on a spike outside the gates of the Red Keep… let it remind everyone of what happens to people who fail me" said Rhaegar angrily.
Barristan Selmy sighed and drew his sword before slowly making his way over to Jon Connington who was now back on his feet and backing away in fear.
Elia marched over to Rhaegar as two Gold Cloaks seized Jon Connington by his arms and forced him to his knees.
"You cannot execute him Rhaegar… he is Hand Of The King, and we need him if we are to defeat these rebels" said Elia in a pleading sort of voice.
Rhaegar remained silent for a few moments before he swiftly backhanded Elia knocking her back.
"How dare you undermine me you Dornish Whore… another word out of you and it will be time for punishment!" shouted Rhaegar angrily.
Arianne rushed towards her Aunt to help her before Rhaegar turned back to Barristan Selmy who was stood at the side of the kneeling Jon Connington.
"Execute the traitor Ser Barristan" said Rhaegar flatly.
As Rhaegar turned away from the scene Barristan Selmy did as he was told and executed the now former Hand Of The King.
"You will leave my sight and go back to Sunspear… and when we have crushed the rebels I will deal with you myself… Ser Jonothor, get her out of my sight" snarled Rhaegar.
Ser Jonothor Darry walked up the steps towards Elia who was looking at him with a defiant look on her face.
He roughly grabbed her arm before marching her out of the throne room.
Once she was gone Rhaegar turned to Barristan Selmy who had retaken his place in the line of Kingsguard.
"Ser Barristan… you will serve as Hand Of The King from now on… see that you do not disappoint me" said Rhaegar in a deathly voice.
Barristan Selmy bowed his head to Rhaegar before walking up the steps to receive his Hand Of The King pin from the King himself.
The Trident – 301 A.C
Three and a half moons later…
Sat atop of his horse Jon kept his steely gaze on the mobilised Crown army a good mile away from them.
He was already dressed in his leather armour and chainmail with his longsword in his right hand down by the side of his horse.
Ever since their victory at Summerhall the Rebel army had been moving through the Stormlands, the Reach and the Riverlands claiming many victories against the Targaryan Loyalists including lifting the siege at Storms End killing Mace and Willas Tyrell in the process.
The large crown army which numbered at least 50,000 and was made up of Targaryan, Dornish and Reach Soldiers had already crossed the Red Fork and assumed a defensive formation while the nearly 20,000 cavalry were getting ready to charge.
Alongside Jon was their smaller but more battle hardened army which numbered at least 45,000 with 16,000 cavalry ready to charge from their position in front of the infantry.
The Crown army was spread across the banks in front of the Red Fork while the Rebel army was located in front of a small woodland.
As Jon looked across the soon to be battlefield he caught a glimpse of the object of his anger and hate.
Prince Aegon Targaryan.
The 20 year old Targaryan Prince was sat atop his own horse which like him was dressed in dark grey armour protecting it from arrows and other wounds. The Prince was dressed in black and red armour engraved with jewels along with a matching spiked helm in his hands and his shoulder length silvery blonde hair practically shining in the distance.
"Winter is coming for you Aegon Targaryan" muttered Jon as he carefully observed the Targaryan Prince and the three mounted Kingsguard by his side.
Several minutes later…
Ned was sat on his own horse further along the line with Greatjon Umber and Ser Mark Ryswell by his side on their own horses.
He was so focused on the Targaryan army he almost failed to hear the horns ringing out from the Rebel army telling them to charge into battle.
Ned quickly unsheathed Ice and spurned his horse on along with the rest of the Rebel cavalry.
As the Rebels charged forwards the Crown cavalry did the same led by Aegon Targaryan who pointed his sword forwards.
Time slowed down as only the sounds of the thumping of horses hooves on the grass could be heard around the Trident as the two armies moved closer to each other.
Jon tightened his grip on his longsword and the reins of his horse as the two sets of cavalry started initiating flanking manoeuvres.
Jon followed the Northern cavalry who started to advance around the left flank quickly sparing a glance back at the infantry who had started to charge forwards led by Brynden Tully and Stannis Baratheon.
A few more minutes passed which felt like an eternity before Jon swung his sword to the left as both sets of cavalry crashed into each other in waves of blood, screams and death.
Jon felt a wave of adrenaline and slight fear overcome his whole body as he hacked and slashed at any opponent who came his way.
Several more minutes passed before the infantry from both sides joined the battle further increasing the carnage which was the Battle Of The Trident.
Nearly two hours later…
Jon who at this point had splashes of blood and mud all over his armour moved his horse through a small break in the battle lines to where Prince Aegon had lost his Kingsguard protection and was holding his own against several Rebel soldiers.
Not allowing himself time to pause Jon gripped his horses reins tightly and charged towards the Targaryan Prince.
As Jon charged towards the Crown Prince said man turned to face him and raised his shield to block him.
As he passed Jon used his free hand to pull the shield down slightly before slamming the pommel of his sword into the helmet visor of Aegon Targaryan knocking him from his horse.
Jon watched as Aegon Targaryan landed on his back in a heap with his helmet falling away exposing his pale face and long silvery blonde hair.
Jon immediately jumped down from his horse and patted its side sending it away before drawing his short sword.
Only sounds of the battle raging around them could be heard as they circled each other for several moments.
"I told her I would not kill you" said Aegon finally breaking their silence.
Jon stiffened slightly.
"Well that is a shame… because I am going to kill you for what you have done to her" said Jon bitterly.
Aegon smirked.
"You do not know what is even going on right now… had you chosen different things would have been easier" said Aegon.
Jon raised his swords as Aegon charged him with speed bringing his sword down in an arch.
A deafening clang of steel hitting steel rang around Jon's ears as the skilled Crown Prince forced him backwards towards the Red Fork.
Steel hitting steel rang out like a song from the two young men as they hacked at each other over and over again.
"You have no idea what is really going on here Stark… you have no idea what Arya has done" shouted Aegon as he and Jon locked blades.
Jon snarled and headbutted Aegon knocking him backwards as he broke his nose.
"Your lies will not save you Targaryan… your as mad as your bloody Father for kidnapping her" shouted Jon as Aegon attacked him once again.
The two clashed blades for a few more minutes before Aegon caught Jon out and slashed his side though his chainmail absorbed the impact.
Jon backed away slightly before charging once again this time with more force.
Aegon Targaryan had to use all of his strength in each parry and strike inflicted by Jon and tried to hold his own as much as he could.
Several seconds passed before he felt Jon's longsword cut into the back of his kneecaps where his armour was weak and he collapsed to his knees with a cry of pain.
His sword hand was the next to be hit as Jon slashed his wrist causing his sword to fall from his grip.
In that single moment Aegon Targaryan knew he was going to die.
"Arya" whispered Aegon with a weary sigh before everything went black as his head separated from his body in one swift motion.
Jon watched full of hate and anger as the now headless body of the Crown Prince fell backwards into the Red Fork.
He breathed a sigh of relief before picking Aegon Targaryan's head up and raising it up.
"YOUR PRINCE IS DEAD!" roared Jon.
Slowly but surely his words reached the Soldiers on both sides as the battle started to wind down as the Crown army either surrendered or retreated.
Forty minutes later…
Jon was walking through the sea of dead bodies some of which he recognised with a blank look on his face.
Jonothor Darry and Lewyn Martell had both been hacked to pieces in such a brutal manner that it was near impossible to tell what pieces belonged to which person.
Elbert Arryn had a large axe stuck in his chest while Ned, Yohn Royce of Runestone and a few other Vale Lords were either kneeling or stood by his body.
A few feet away from him laid the body of the Lord Commander Of The Kingsguard Barristan Selmy who was lying on his back with an almost peaceful look on his face in death.
After a few minutes of walking he came to an area where the bodies of several Northmen lay dead including Greatjon Umber, Galbart Glover, Wendel Manderly, Gregor Forrester, Martyn Cassel and the young Rodrik Dormond the latter of whom had grown up alongside Jon at the Wolfswood Keep.
The sight of his fellow Northmen almost brought him too his knees in pain and shock before a sharp voice from behind him got his attention.
"I heard you killed the Crown Prince Lord Stark" said the snide voice of Joffrey Baratheon.
Jon turned around to see Joffrey Baratheon stood several feet away from him with Sandor Clegane by his side.
"I bet you enjoyed that greatly" said Joffrey amusedly.
Jon sighed as Smalljon Umber and Martyn Glover slowly moved over to his side.
"I took no great pleasure in killing him Lord Baratheon" said Jon flatly.
Joffrey gave an amused snort.
"Nonetheless… as your new King when I take the throne from Rhaegar Targaryan's cold dead hands… I am prepared to offer you any one thing you want… provided that it is within my power of course" said Joffrey sadistically.
An amused Jon chose not to comment on Joffrey's bold claim of becoming King.
"Very well then… Your Grace… I ask that your marriage contract with my Cousin Arya Stark is broken immediately" said Jon sternly causing a few gasps of shock to be heard around the growing crowd.
Joffrey remained silent for several moments before managing a sadistic smirk.
"Of course… our betrothal is now over in the eyes of Gods and Men" said Joffrey.
Jon nodded.
"Of course… as a King it would not do the realm any good if I were to marry someone who has no doubt been defiled and ruined by a Targaryan" said Joffrey cruelly.
Jon immediately saw red and moved to charge Joffrey only to be held back by Smalljon Umber and Martyn Glover.
"You better take that back Baratheon… or I will take your head for it!" shouted Jon full of rage.
Joffrey snarled.
"I will have your head for spouting that treason!" shouted Joffrey.
"If you want his head you have to deal with us first Boy!" shouted Jorah Mormont placing his hand on the pommel of Longclaw threateningly.
Several other Northmen moved over to where Jon was still struggling against Smalljon's and Martyn's hold.
Joffrey looked around in slight fear before turning to Sandor Clegane who had a flat look on his face.
"Dog, deal with these peasants" said Joffrey in a panicked voice.
Sandor Clegane backhanded Joffrey.
"You are giving them enough cause to denounce you you bloody fool, or do you want this reign of yours to be short?" snarled Sandor.
Joffrey opened his mouth to retort before he felt Stannis Baratheon clasp a hand on his shoulder.
"It would be wise for you to shut your mouth Joffrey… before someone shuts it for you" said Stannis angrily.
Stannis's words did little to calm the angry Northerners even after Joffrey was escorted away by Sandor Clegane with many Northerners voicing their disgust at the self proclaimed King.
Kings Landing – 301 A.C
Three days later…
"What news is there of the battle Your Grace?" said Margaery desperately.
"Was Prince Aegon successful?" said Arianne in a slightly hopeful voice.
The two were stood in the Throne Room of the Red Keep where a stony faced Rhaegar Targaryan was sat on the Iron Throne with only Jamie Lannister at his side.
It had been three days since the Battle Of The Trident and little under half an hour had passed since a messenger had entered the Throne Room with news of the battle.
Jamie Lannister managed a small but barely noticeable frown while Rhaegar's expression did not change.
"The Rebels were victorious on the Trident… Prince Aegon was killed" said Rhaegar flatly.
Within seconds both Margaery and Arianne felt a great sense of dread as they realised that the best option for the future of the Seven Kingdoms had now been destroyed.
Arianne felt tears well up in her eyes at the loss of her beloved Cousin while Margaery collapsed to the floor with a scream.
After a few seconds Arianne moved to comfort Margaery while Rhaegar looked down at them with a cold look on his face.
"Get up you snivelling girl!" said Rhaegar coldly.
Arianne pulled Margaery close to her as a few Targaryan Soldiers moved into the Throne Room.
"Take them back to their chambers and keep them under guard day and night… they are not to come out under any circumstances… is that understood?" said Rhaegar to the Targaryan Soldiers.
The Soldiers did not say a word only bowing their heads dutifully before moving over to the two young women and dragging them from the Throne Room in the direction of their respective chambers.