Please forgive me for the long wait. Got a new job that demanded my attention, so from now on I might not upload so many words per chapter. Expect 4k-6k per chapter. Some days might be more, others would be in the range I just gave. Please enjoy this chapter, if you hate it tell me why. Expect more some time this week.

I will do my best to make it as interesting as possible.

Cersei stood up from the ground she and Jon had used to copulate and get a little bit of rest, in order to get dressed for when Ser Boris eventually called after her. They'd been at it for an hour and half now, he'd cum thrice, she on the other hand had cum double to triple that amount. He was so good that she felt so relaxed and satisfied after their forbidden sex to the extent that she was quite willing to do anything to keep him forever, even it it meant losing her role as Queen of Westeros. The gain she would receive, other than great sex regularly, was the new kind of power she could get. Being the woman behind a Targaryen King was the kind of power many women her age cried and begged for, but if she played her game right, she would have it on a platter of gold.

"I will have to leave tonight for Beyond the Wall." Jon said as he too got dressed.

Cersei looked askance at him before she turned to look for her undergarment. "Why? You should be coming South with us while I work on a way to ensure you never marry my daughter. Running away wouldn't help you become King of the Seven Kingdoms."

"It's something I have to do. My brother Bran who apparently is a greenseer says that my destination is still North before I head South." Jaehaerys said with a shrug. From his eyes, she could tell there was something he wasn't telling her, nonetheless she didn't care. All that concerned her was placing him on the throne, if he was interested in playing in the snow, she could care less.

"Okay then, go North while I go South. But don't you go thinking I won't be expecting you." She said to her King's soft smile.

"Your Grace! A servant says your presence is needed in the Castle!" Ser Boris shouted from the bottom of the Tower.

"Well, I needs must leave. When will you return?" Cersei asked as she turned to leave.

"Soon." He replied as she left the Tower with a slight limp which Boros noticed as they walked, but didn't comment on. Probably knowing he would rather not know what had occurred at the Broken Tower.

After a couple of minutes, they arrived at the castle and she was led through diferent hallways by a frantic servant who kept muttering prayers to their god for the recovery of the King. Huh, had her drunkard of a husband fallen from his horse during the hunt he'd gone for with his friend Ned?

The room she was led into had a distinct smell of death, even though she was certain no dead body was inside, it was probably from whatever injuries her husband had, injuries that she had confirmed to her eyes were quite serious. It was as if his entire bowel was out of his belly and barely held inside himself by a dozen bandages. The bandages thrmselves were fully soaked with blood and Eddard stood by Robert's side with a pained look. The Lord Paramount of the North better go for a check up with a Maester with how frequently he had that pained look of his.

"You don't look too well, your Grace." Cersei said as she took a seat and crossed her legs to stare at Robert who had played a stunt she didn't appreciate too much.

"Cersei, I am sure you are particularly filled with joy at the sight of my wounds. And is that a bite on your neck?" Robert asked in the end, eyes narrowed in a glare. If he was hoping to get a reaction from her, he was in for a rude awakening.

"I wish it was but sadly it was caused by my own stupidity, nothing for you to worry about since you've got a bigger stag to kill." She said and looked pointedly at his wounds. "Did you drink and hunt?"

"Hahaha, that's right laugh at my predicament. Mayhaps you should open a witch shop and begin to tell people of how they would end, since you were quite spot on in my own future."

"Yes, yes, so I said drinking would be the death of you. That doesn't take a witch to know that, even a baby knows that drinking and hunting is as deadly as stealing a cub from a lioness." She said and the slight movement of her husband's eyes told her he had probably done something her family wouldn't like that much, something that would plunge the Nation into another Civil War this time it could be Lannister vs Stark.

"Ned will offer you a room for the night since we can't share this bed. I would love to recover from this wound in peace." Robert said in a tone of finality.

"That is if they don't kill you first." Cersei said and left the room with Eddard right behind her.

After a couple of steps, they arrived at a room five doors away from the room she and Robert had shared, and the room was also far from the one Eddard used. "Good night my Lord, and please, don't do anything thoughtlessly, our children often suffer for it."

Cersei then entered her room and sighed with a glare directed out the window. She had not foreseen this happening. What was it with the North, everything that was happening was not within her plan? It was almost as if someone was getting a laugh from catching her off guard.

Eddard Stark still couldn't believe what his friend was planning to do through him. He was still short of words at how everything had ended. Jon had won the Tournament and was going South regardless of what he did, then the stunt Robert pulled that ended with Jon being made a Stark, a Knight, and the good brother to the King as well as Lord of Dragonstone. He had not yet gotten used to the possible future of Lyanna's boy when Catelyn had begun to hound on him, speaking of what his 'bastard' son could do with the power he had been given. She even said that Jon would take away Robb's birthright.

He had still been in the process of calming her down when Robert came in claiming he needed a good hunt to celebrate the end of a fantastic Tournament. The King, his friend, had then returned with an injury that could kill him. The Maester had said that if he survived the night, he would recover eventually but might forever be on a wheelchair, never to weild a weapon or lead an army at the forefront, forever stuck on a chair.

The look on Robert's eyes at such terrible news had broken Ned's heart, but his next wish had stumped Eddard. Robert wanted to usurp his own son and place Jaehawrys Targaryen on the Iron Throne, with Myrcella as the bride or one of the brides, he had said conspicuously.

Further questioning on Robert's madness had proven that his friend had known Jon was Lyanna's boy and Rhaeger's boy from the way he fought and looked. Eddard had been worried about the words of his friend that he had begun to fear that the other Kingsguard like Ser Barristan and Jaime would also notice Rhager in the boy.

Robert's plan was madness, but even Ned couldn't fault the plan seeing as Joffery was not Robert's boy. Something that shocked Ned. Apparently Robert had put two and two together when Jon Arryn had taken an interest in Robert's natural born and the way Jon had looked at his children until Jon's shocking death. Robert had made Eddard even promise him that he would keep fighting until Jaehaerys Tarharyen or Jon Stark sat on the Iron Throne. A promise that Ned had reluctantly given. He was still of the opinion that it would be better if Jon went to the Wall and stayed there, away from all the conflict.

Ned sat on his table with the letter Robert had made him write and had stared at it with narrowed eyes, what was he to do next if by dawn Robert died? Would he challenge Joffery for the throne or would he let him go first before challenging him?

A knock interrupted his thoughts which made him look up and see his son, the boy who had made him proud with the letter from the Heirs of the North, looking a bit ashamed but determined.

"What is it Robb?"

"I'm sorry for tricking you into thinking Jon had left." Robb said and sat down to look at his father in the eye. "But I wish you had simply told him who his parents were in lieu of making him believe he had been a bastard his whole life."

Ned stood ramrod straight at his words. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean father, is that I know who Jon's real parents were and the meaning of who he is, so does he. It simply hurts me and him that you failed to tell us yourself."

Ned's breath quickened at his son's words. He looked at the door to ensure it was locked before he looked back at his son. How had he known? As if knowing his question, Robb replied.

"I found the proof in Uncle Bejen's room and then shared the news with Jon. He was so angry that he wanted to challenge you to a duel, but I suggested fighting in the Tournament and rising to the top as a better option. With him going to the home Aegon Targaryen built when he first arrived here, I believe he would be able to get more allies to challenge Robert or Joffery for the Iron Throne." Robb said with a calm voice. "With the King injured and death seeming not impposible, I want you father to help us defeat Joffery for the throne."

Ned was still in shock, why was he being shocked by everyone around him today? First Jon, then Robb, then Jon, then Robb. Namesakes with different family names but with the same goal; to shock Ned into madness!

"Why are you the one telling me this and not Jon?"

"Because Jaehaerys has something to do North of the Wall before he comes South."

Ned nodded at his words, hearing Jon's true name from his son's mouth didn't even shock him. "The King wants Jon on the throne too and I believe I would need your help to ensure this happens. We will plan on the belief that Robert might die tonight so that nothing catches us unawares." Ned said to his son who seemed shocked but happy to have his cooperation. Ned had to shrug internally. If his son and nephew knew, then regardless of what he did they would go for the throne. Better with him than without him.

"We will need to send word to all our allies in the North requesting they come to Winterfell for a meeting. Once we have them all, I can journey to Highgarden to have a chat with the Tyrells." Robb said.

"Then there are betrothals to think about, Sansa will have to remain betrothed to Joffery while we do all this, so that the Lannisters don't think we are gearing up for war against them. And if Joffery becomes King, I don't doubt that he would annul the betrothal with Myrcella." Ned replied. "Which means that you can organize a betrothal between Margery and Jon, while you continue to Dorne to betroth Arya to Trystane."

Ned had to give it up to his wife for coming up with such superb idea amongst the yelling she had given him a couple of hours ago. Arya would get to have her freedom to fight as any man and also help her family.

"I suppose I will wed someone in the North? As for Bran, it would be best to let him choose his bride." Robb said

Ned frowned at his words. "Why?"

"He is a bit different now, since he is a greenseer and all."

Ned's eyes rose up at his words, and here he thought there was nothing that could surprise him tonight. "Perhaps a betrothal with Meera Reed would be beneficial. Seeing as her family have always had a greenseer. These marriages to the North would strengthen our relationships with our allies. As for Rickon, he would have to marry South, probably Stannis' girl."

"Aren't we forgetting about Sansa? When we defeat Joffery, who would she wed?" Robb asked.

"I'm not certain for now. Until a viable candidate comes our way, she would remain unbetrothed." Ned said and showed Robb the letter Robert had had Eddard write.

"We should have Maester Luwin duplicate this in many copies and send to Stannis, Lord Mace, Lady Lysa Prince Doran. The last will be shared with the Lords of the North when they arrive." Robb said after reading the letter before he looked at his father. Ned had the proudest smile on his face, his son was the perfect blend of North and South. He was both cunning and strong, a perfect Lord of Winterfell and possible Hand of the King.

"I guess we have everything figured out, let's just hope the Lannistets don't do something stupid." Ned said and poured them both a drink for a toast. "To a better tomorrow."

Brandon Stark awoke from his slumber from the licks his direwolf gave him. With a yawn, he stretched and sat up to watch Jae getting ready to keep moving. They were about three weeks to a month away from the Wall, a journey that they had planned well for. Well when you say they, it meant Brandon because Jae had been caught off guard by the news from him through Robb.

"I still don't get why you wish to accompany me Bran. If you had this kind of power shouldn't you be helping your father and Robb in the rebellion?" Jon said as he finished getting their horses ready.

"I would be useless to anyone if I don't see Bryden Rivers, he has to handover to me and it's purely a physical thing." Brandon said.

"And Hodor is here for sightseeing." Jon said with an exasperated sigh that told Brandon he was getting tired of the secret he was keeping from the Targaryen.

Brandon simply shrugged in reply. The things Bryden had shown him were too otherworldly to be simply shared though word of mouth, what was needed was proof with ones eyes. Also it was better if Jon had no idea that Hodor was coming with him to help protect Bran from the Others, wildings and many other creatures Bean could meet that would want him dead. Sure it meant putting Jon in the dark, but it would help ensure the mission was not waylaid in anyway.

Jon had to give up questioning him in favour of climbing unto his horse, Ghost and Summer just by the side of the horses that surprisingly walked steadily by the side of a predator, probably believing there was no threat from the direwolves.

The winds grew colder as they moved through the forest, Bran had no worries at all but Jon was rather tense, probably suspecting that there was danger in the woods. Moments later, the direwolves began to growl at the forest, staring around the forest. Jae had to stop his horse which made Bran and Hodor do the same.

Instantly, the direwolves began to move in a protective circle around them, an act which caused the horses to neigh in freight and start moving shaking its head and legs. "Hodor stay close to Bran." Jae said to Hodor who just replied with his name.

Jae slowly alighted from the horse and unsheathed his sword, the one Queen Cersei had given him, before moving out of the protective circle.

A crunch later, a wild looking man leapt out of the woods to attack Jon who easily slashed his belly while in the air, an act which killed the wildling and caused more to leap out of the woods. They were about half a score and looked very unkept and hungry for blood. Summer wasted no time in catching one in the throat while Ghost attacked one in the face, small they might look, but they were ferocious.

Warging into Hodor, something he'd been practicing since he left last night, he commanded the arms just as he would his own, seeing this, he climbed down the horse and lifted a war hammer that had been hidden among the provisions.

He turned to the next wilding and slammed his hammer into the man's ugly face, sending a few teeth flying as well as blood. With a turn, he slammed it into another man's chest before he punched a woman in the throat. On and on they fought, Jon being super fast, Summer protecting his unconscious body, Ghost protecting Jae's rear and him being the brutal force.

In no time, all wildings were either dead or dying, leaving only one female wilding whom Jon had spared for questioning. Seeing that the battle was over, Bran returned to his body.

"Hodor." Hodor cried in pain, that was when Bran saw that he had taken a cut on his arms.

"Sorry Hodor, didn't see that one." Bran replied with a sympathetic sigh before he looked at Jaehaerys that had that calculative look in his eyes as he watched their interaction.

"You brought him here to control in your favour." He said with an even tone

"No difference between us cousin. You control the Queen through sex, I control Hodor through warging."

"I don't..." Jon was cut off by the wilding girls laughter.

"You are fucking the Queen? Isn't she like too old for you?" The girl asked with a smirk.

Jon gave the girl a glare that she simply smirked to. "What, nobody ever asked you that?"

Jon breathed in and out before he looked the girl in the eyes. "What are you doing too far South of the Wall?" He asked with an even tone, one hand on her throat, the other on his sword.

"Not telling you anything." She said with a smirk.

"You are a wilding living North of the Wall, a Wall that is too high to be climbed. However you and your lot did, this means that what you're here for is of high importance. Kings only send scouts to foreign lands and through dangerous obstacles when he plans a war." Jae said.

"We bow to no one, Southron." She replied with a glare.

"Your people plan to invade us don't they? Question is... Why?" Jon asked and kept looking at her before he let her go, Ghost immediately approached her and gave a warning growl to disabuse her of any notion of fleeing.

"I have a rope in my bag, do you need it cousin?" Bran asked looking at Jon who still stood back to watch her steadily as if waiting for something, or listening to something.

"Hodor, tie her up and hold her, she is coming with us on foot until she speaks what I wish to know." Jon said with a frown and climbed unto his horse to watch Hodor obey.

Bran had to supress a smile at Jon's decisiveness, mayhaps all those cuckolding of the King had made him more bold and decisive.

Moments later, their journey continued.

Arya Stark was pissed. First her brother was her cousin, then had left before even telling her goodbye. He had just left! He didn't trust her enough to tell her that he had been in the North for the Tournament, and he didn't care enough to tell her he was leaving North when he was supposed to go South!

Oh if she saw him she would first hug him before punching him hard, Needle as a gift was not enough to stave off her attacking him for his stupid act! With a frown she faced her food and ate it in anger.

The night had ended badly, the King had died of his wounds, poor King Joffery had witnessed his father die and was inconsolable. The new king refused breakfast in the hall and instead stayed in his room, with his mother trying to help him eat.

What a load of crap!

Arya wasn't a dumbass, this she knew that something wasn't right. It was too much of a coincidence for the king to die the night after he practically made Jon a Stark and a Prince, also the same night the Stupid Prince had tried to rape her sister. And for the 'King' to be present at the time of Robert Baratheon's death? Ha, she had a suspicion.

Looking at her sister who looked so miserable as she at and at her brother Robb who looked angry at the news Sansa had broken to them, Arya had to feel miserable herself. She had no idea what Sansa could be feeling seeing as she had genuinely thought Joffery a sweet boy only for him to become a monster to her. Arya might have her problems with Sansa, but no one hurt her sister. Hurting her was like hurting Arya or Robb. If only she could kill flawlessly, Joffery would have died by morning because of over drinking wine or something silly like that, so that Tommen or Myrcella, with Jon by her side, would rule the Seven Kingdoms.

"The Royal Family needs your attention before they depart for King's Landing, my Lord." A servant said once he entered the Hall and bowed low.

Arya looked at Bran's seat and frowned once more, that brother of hers was partly responsible for Jon leaving without saying goodbye. If she found him next time, she promised herself to give him a good beating. Brandon even made her uncomfortable, ever since he told her Jon was a Targaryen, the rightful Heir to the Iron Throne, yes she would do anything to help Jon, but then the way Bran had spoken, so unlike him. She almost suspected he had been keeping more from them.

Nonetheless, Arya Stark stood up from her seat once her food was in her belly in favour of going out to watch Robb and Theon spar. She had no idea why, but she took Needle with her to watch them, perhaps she would learn a new move from them and practice it in her room.

Watching Robb fight was interesting, although she knew that with Jon there, he would've lost in minutes, it was simply a good thing that Robb was quite skillful with the blade, which was made apparent in how he outmatched Theon. That was when the peaceful morning ended, she heard a scream and yells and battle with live steel coming from the throne room where her father had gone to see the new King.

Without thinking, she rushed out of the balcony with her Needle, ignoring Robb's yells for her to run to safety even as he ran alongside her on the ground. Approaching the throne room she saw the Lannister-Baratheon men attacking the Stark men. This was MADNESS!

Without care for her safety, she lunged into battle, using the skills Jon had taught her, and cut down one man who was trying to kill Jory, before stabbing another in the belly, this one underestimated her. Seeing a Stark fight with them bolstered the Stark men especially when Robb joined the battle with Theon.

The fought relentlessly until they broke into the room and saw the 'king' wearing a smile with Sansa by his side and her father on his knees, bleeding from numerous wounds. She saw about half a dozen Stark guards dead and many Royal guards alive, a look at Sers Jaime and Barristan told her they were responsible for the defeat.

"Your father conspired to usurp me by using his bastard son and my sister, luckily, someone told me in time." Joffery said and looked at Sansa who was in tears.

Arya became filled with unimaginable safe and gripped her sword with anger. Her sister who had weeped before them had told Joffery some nonsense, true or not, and her father was dying because of it. Her mother who was also held hostage was in tears, oh Sansa.

"We have to leave, your Grace. We need to return to King's Landing and take control of the Kingdom before the Stark conspiracy loses us our crown." Tyrion Lannister said looking at the whole scene with a sad sigh.

The Queen looked... not too happy at the turn of event, although her face said otherwise. Only Robb's hand on her shoulder stopped her from doing anything rash.

"We should take a hostage with us my son, mayhaps the second Stark girl or that little boy Rickon." Cersei said and looked Arya dead in the eyes before looking behind her.

"No, please forgive us for my husbands treason, don't punish my children for all of this. You can take Sansa as your bride, she is a Stark." Her mother said.

"No Stark deserves to be alone, mayhaps Arya should come. Nothing like a sisterly love to get one through a tough time." Tyrion said.

Arya looked at Cersei and saw her look, something about the Dowager Queen made her agree to be a hostage. There was something else at play here, Bran had said as much without saying it, but she knew that going to King's Landing was her destiny. This could be her only way to help Jon become the King the Country desperately needed.

There will be a time jump now, about a month time jump.Every mystery will be resolved in time.