A/N:

I'm back! Had exams but now they're done and I'm free. Well free until the next one. ;)

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So I'm here to give you a chapter and you're here to read one so here it is. In this we ride off to war.

Arya found the Hound in his chambers unsurprisingly drinking, but thankfully he wasn't drunk yet. When she entered, glanced around the room and she noticed that the Hound had already gathered his things.

"You're leaving?"

The Hound downed the wine in his skin and nodded, "I got my gold."

Arya's eyes narrowed, "Where are you going to go?"

"Bravos, Essos, some fucking place that isn't here."

"You could stay." Arya said quietly, it wasn't because she liked him she told herself. But he would be useful when her brother rode to the Westerlands.

"And why would I do that?"

"You could kill your brother."

"I thought you wanted to kill my brother." The Hound said.

Arya shrugged, "I want him dead."

The Hound raised his eyebrows at Arya and chuckled, "You just want me to do your brother's dirty work."

"Maybe. My brother could pay you well for your services and be much more grateful about it than Joeffrey ever was."

"I don't give a fuck about brother's gratitude and where the fuck am I going to find my brother anyway, girl?"

Arya smiled, knowing that the Hound had started to consider her offer, "On the way to Casterly Rock."

Jon ran his fingers over his parents' signatures on their marriage document. He often found himself examining the document and the letter, his father had written to his mother while he was at war. He trying to pick up every little detail about them. Lord Reed had handed over both of the parchments to Jon when he had given him Dark Sister. Those two old parchments were the closest Jon would ever get to his parents. They were proof to Jon that they had lived on this world and had loved each other.

He heard a knock on the door, he quickly folded the parchments and placed them in the chest in which Dark Sister was kept and locked it.

"Who is it?" Jon called out.

"It's me." Jon heard Arya answer from behind the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and Arya walked in, "Robb and Talisa are heading to the courtyard now." Jon could detect the slight annoyance in her voice. Arya had wanted to join Robb and Jon to the Westerlands but Lady Catelyn had forbade it and her verdict was received unanimously.

Jon nodded at Arya and picked up the wooden chest and handed it over to Arya, "You'll keep it safe, won't you?"

"With my life." Arya pledged as she hugged the chest.

Jon smiled in gratitude, "But I'd prefer if you wouldn't go that far." Arya grinned and hugged it in tighter in response. She was already in love with Dark Sister and Jon often let her wield it in private, Jon had even taken the time to continue Arya's education in sword fighting.

"You coming down?" Jon asked.

"No." Arya huffed in frustration, "Robb and mother said I should keep out of everyone's sight." She had been confined to the east wing of the castle to keep her survival a secret.

Jon nodded in understanding, "So I'll see you when I get back." Jon embraced his little sister and heard her whisper,

"Come back."

"I'll try my best."

"Keep an eye on Robb and Talisa too."

"I'd rather not." Jon chuckled, "You know what a bunch of lovebirds they can be."

Arya laughed and broke away from the embrace, "I suppose that is a bad idea."

The laughter faded away, "Goodbye, Arya." Jon said as he ruffled Arya's short hair. She smiled but Jon could see that it didn't reach her eyes. Jon grabbed Longclaw from his bedside and glanced at his sister one last time before walking out.

He hurried down to the courtyard where Robb and the rest of the lords were assembled. Robb and Talisa were biding farewell to Lady Catelyn, Jon stood back and waited for them. Jon watched as Lady Catelyn smiled politely at Talisa and hugged her eldest son tightly. She let go of Robb and he and Talisa made their way to their horses, Jon stepped back to let them go first. He glanced at Lady Catelyn to find her looking back at him, he held her gaze for a moment before following Robb and Talisa.

Lady Catelyn had not approached Jon since Lord Reed revealed his parentage but he did find Lady Catelyn starring at him from time to time. She had ceased her glaring at him and from what Robb told him, stopped protesting his presence in Riverrun. She also seemed not to mind Arya spending time with him anymore.

Jon went to his horse and mounted it. Robb and he shared a glanced before Robb urged his horse forward and everyone followed suit. As they crossed the drawbridge, Ghost and Grey Wind swept past them.

The army had stopped yet again because of the pouring rain, their progress through the Westerlands too slow for Jon's liking. Casterly Rock was still a long way to go and they had suspiciously run into only resistance as they marched through the West.

He hurried to Robb's tent in the dark as the rain poured down with Ghost at his tail, once he reached it he entered the tent to find Talisa reading a book. She looked up and smiled in greeting, "Robb is with the GreatJon."

Jon nodded and took a seat in the tent, he could hear the raindrops plopping on the tent roof. Ghost contented himself by curling up in a corner.

"So what are you reading, my queen?" Jon asked grinning, emphasizing Talisa's royal title.

Talisa rolled her eyes and smiled, "A book on healing, King Aegon." Other than those who had been present in the room the night Lord Reed told Jon about his parents, Talisa and Arya were the only others who knew. It had become a habit for both of them to tease each other with their newly found titles that they were still uncomfortable with.

They both sat in comfortable silence until Talisa looked up from her book again and regarded him silently, "Have you ever considered taking back the Iron Throne?"

Jon's eyed Talisa wearily, "Not really."

She raised an eyebrow in disbelief and Jon looked away. "You do know, if Robb wins this war," She said as she closed her book, "The Iron Throne will be vacant and Robb has no desire for it. But he would have to install a ruler, a ruler who would have the North's best interests at heart. The realm would be more accepting of a Targaryen king, don't you think? Robb would even give up his crown, if he could serve as Lord under you."

Jon could see what she was saying, but Jon was still coming in terms with his true identity. He remembered Lord Reed's words and the threat of the White Walkers. Being king would give him a considerable amount of influence to counter the threat, but it was too heavy a burden, he could see that when he looked at Robb.

"I was not raised to be king. I don't know how to rule."

Talisa smiled softly, "And I wasn't raised to be a healer. I was highborn but life made me see things differently. Maybe that's what you need to do, Jon. You're still thinking yourself as a bastard, seeing the world as one. You're no longer one, never were one."

Jon ran a hand through his hair, "Perhaps but let's just focus on capturing Casterly Rock for now."

Talisa studied him for a moment longer before she nodded and reopened her book. Jon starred at the lit candle infront of him, trying his best not to think of what Talisa has just said. He played with the candle flame, concentrating as it flickered.

Getting restless, Jon reached for a goblet and poured himself some wine, and poured another for Talisa. He picked up and passed it over to her. She smiled in thanks but denied it, "I'll pass."

Jon raised an eyebrow, "I think it's Dornish."

"Still not having it."

Jon looked at Talisa questioningly, "Why not?"

Talisa shrugged but he noticed her blush faintly. She gave Jon a meaningful look and he gasped in return, "You're with child."

Talisa nodded happily, as Jon starred at her in awe. Robb was going to be father, amidst all the chaos Robb was going to have a child. Jon grinned,he was going to be an uncle. He stood up and hugged Talisa, "Congratulations."

Talisa beamed at him, "Thank you. Robb is ecstastic."

"I'm can already imagine myself being super protective uncle." Jon laughed and raised his wine glass, "A toast. To the prince or princess of the North."

Talisa laughed, "I can't drink Jon."

He shrugged in response and downed the contents of his glass, " But I can."

"I better find Robb." Jon said as he got up quickly Talisa smiled at him and he exited the tent as Ghost followed him. The rain had stopped and the sun had already set. Jon was about to reach the Umber camp before he was approached by a soldier.

"Snow." The man called out. Jon noticed the flayed man on his armour as the man stepped into the light. One of Roose Bolton's men, Jon surmised, a man he wasn't particularly fond of.

The man inclined his head in respect, "Locke's the name. Bannerman to Lord Bolton." Locke extended his hand and Jon shook it. Locke motioned Jon to follow him and Jon had to hurry to keep up with him.

"The Bolton men we've sent scouting haven't returned, we found their bodies in those cluster of trees on that hill." Locke said gravely as he pointed to a hill that flanked the the east of the camp, "His grace is busy with the Umbers so I thought perhaps you could take a look."

Jon looked alarmingly at the hill and quickened his pace, Locke followed suit. Jon's head was plagued with worries as he neared the hill, he had found the march through the Westerlands too easy and now he feared what strategy the Lannisters were using. He hurried up the hill, with Locke and Ghost close at his heels. As they climbed higher, Ghost wondered in a different direction, leaving Jon and Locke alone.

"Who really is your mother, Snow?" The man asked out of nowhere.

Jon stopped in his tracks and glanced back at Locke for moment before continuing his pace.

"Don't know." Jon muttered, "Barely anyone does."

"Why did you come back from the Wall?" Locke asked curiously. Jon looked at him weirdly.

"My family is at war."

"Technically they are not your family."

"Well they are to me." Jon growled quietly, and Locke got the message.

Once they were at the top of the hill, Jon started scouring for the bodies that Locke had mentioned but no avail. He found no bodies nor any Bolton soldiers, or northern men for that matter, stationed on the hill. He didn't even find any signs of struggle or blood. There weren't even any guards.

"There's no on-"

Jon stopped in mid-sentence when he looked on the other end of the hill, Jon made out many torches in the dark approaching it. He squinted to see better and took in a breath when he made out the figures holding the torches.

It was an army, had to be about 3000 men, he tried to remember if any houses were supposed to join them at the camp, Robb had not mentioned anyas far as Jon could remember. As the men neared, Jon cursed inwardly, he caught sight of the Twins on the banners the men were holding. The Freys had finally decided to pick a side and it was highly unlikely Walder Frey's men were here to support the northern cause. But even with those many men, Jon thought, the Freys stood no chance against the northern army that was many times stronger.

Nevertheless he had to warn Robb, the northern army was strong but they were not expecting an attack, especially from that side. He tilted his head towards Locke, not taking his eyes off the approaching forces.

"Get to King Robb. Tell him the Freys are approaching, most likely to attack. Go!" The urgency in Jon's voice increasing with every syllable, "Now!"

There was a silence and Jon thought that Locke had already left to warn the army until he answered sending a chill through Jon's spine,

"Too late, bastard."

A/N: Aaaahh! Cliffhanger! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! A little short but it'll have to do. And don't forget to show it all your love, Subscribe and Review! See y'all next time!