A/N: Thank you to all those who have reviewed and put their opinions across it is appreciated and because of your quick response I am getting the next chapter up tonight. Now let's find out who the dad in this story is.

As everyone within the great hall and beyond processed the news they had just heard a shroud of shock seemed to float over Winterfell as the revelation that Jon Snow was in fact Jon Baratheon had spread. Not many would sleep that night of the Stark family nor those of the King's visiting party as all would wonder just who out of the Baratheon brothers had fathered Jon.

The king after having delivered his devastating speech stumbled back to his seat and promptly fell asleep amidst the stunned reaction to the secret he had just revealed. He was totally unaware that until the following morning of the commotion he had caused not just in the Stark Family but also the Lannisters who had not been pleased by his words and certainly not by his words that had humiliated Cersie so much when he blurted out that he had never loved her and the only woman he had loved was long dead and Jon's mother. Now they and many others wondered if he was Jon's father, why else would he have made such a spectacle of himself the night before and embarrassed all those present in such a way.

Jon had sat stunned where he was after the king had made his drunken announcement and in his mind he was unable to grasp what he had just heard, what everyone had heard and he struggled to deal with news that was not entirely happy for him. He had always wanted to know who his mother was but not like not in this manner and he had never thought that Ned Stark could never be his father but his uncle and the news was too much for him to bear and he fled from the chamber, the eyes of everyone burning into his back as he departed with due haste.

When Jon had fled he had signalled to Jory to follow the lad and the man along with Benjin Stark had departed to find the distraught lad. Benjin himself was still trying to process what he had heard and he glanced at the slumbering king wondering if he had been Lyanna husband and the one to father Jon. If he was he knew that it changed things for Jon in more ways than one and not necessarily for the good especially if the Lannisters had anything to do with it.

Catelyn and along with her children had all stared at Ned as the news of who Jon really was spread throughout the hall, unable to process what she had just heard, Catelyn Stark stood and strode from the hall too angry at the moment to talk to her husband, the children following her.

Only Arya looked back to her father as he continued to sit in a shocked and subdued state as he tried to process the fact that people now knew at least in part who Jon was and she saw him raise his hands to his eyes as he tried to come to terms with what this would mean for his family and more importantly for Jon.

Looking up he saw those still in the hall staring at him, the Lannisters and Cersie all in shock but also he saw anger in their eyes and he feared for Jon's safety. He knew he should go and find the boy and explain to him why all these years he had kept the secret of who he was but at that moment he was too weary. Standing and bowing to the queen and her children and to the rest of the Lannisters, he excused himself as he left the room in search of his nephew.

As the Starks left the room, Cersie looked at her drunken husband in disgust at the state he was in and the fact that he had just humiliated her in front of so many people. She would never forgive him for this final humiliation and unknown to the sleeping buffoon he had just signed his own death warrant because if the last thing she ever did as queen would be to see him dead, him and Ned Stark as well as Lyanna's son. Standing and mustering as much pride and courage as she could she walked from the room with her head held high, there was no way this northern scum would see her cower, her brothers and children following her.

It was in the stables that Jon had finally stopped when he had fled from the great hall he knew his father, 'no,' he thought, 'not my father' would expect him to flee to his chambers and right at that moment he did not want to hear what Lord Stark had to say to him. He was too angry and hurt to listen to him and he knew he would end up saying or doing something he would later regret. He slid down in the stall that held his horse wrapping his arms around his torso as he did his best not to cry but tears slid down his face and he buried his head into his arms and it was in this way that his uncle Benjin found him not long after.

Jon curled up even more as he heard footsteps approach and he tried to control his voice but it still wavered ever so slightly as he mumbled from the comfort of his arms for the person to go away. He felt that person kneel on the ground in front of him but he refused to look up to look at the scorn in their eyes, they're scorn at catching him crying like a silly little maiden that he was so sure would be there.

Benjin knelt in front of his crying nephew and he reached forward to pull the lad into his arms, his hand rubbing comforting circles on the lads back as he pulled him forward. Jon tried to struggle but Benjin was too strong for him and put his arms around him holding him close as the boy continue to sob.

"Shhhh Jon, Shhhhh it is going to be okay."

"HOW!"

Jon wailed as he allowed himself to finally seek comfort and buried himself into Benjin's comforting arms, his tears flowing more now that someone had found him and he cared not that they might think him weak, he needed a hug right now more than he had ever needed one in his time at Winterfell.

Benjin hugged the boy close as he continued to cry and held him until his sobs began to end and he felt Jon fall forward as he fell asleep exhausted, where he laid in his uncles arms. Benjin moved his hands down as he shifted Jon into an easier position to carry and lifted him with a grunt as he stood, striding towards the partially closed stable door that had been guarded by Jory for the whole time that he had been comforting Jon in the stable.

Jory stood from where he leant against the door as he sensed Benjin approaching and saw the bundle he held in his arms like it was the most precious thing in the world to him and he stood aside as Benjin walked towards the main hall heading for where Jon's chamber lay, he could see people in the shadows pointing and whispering as he and Benjin carrying Jon passed their way. It was not long before Benjin reached Jon chambers and he entered, Jory moving ahead of him and pulling back the furs quickly as he laid his precious bundle down upon the bed.

Jory covered up the boy as Benjin gazed briefly down at his nephew before the two of them left the chamber quietly closing the door on the way out and Benjin made his way to where he could see his brother waiting in the shadows outside of the boy's chamber as Jory nodded to his lord and made his way to his own bed. He felt anger at his brother for the lie he had kept all these years but also resentment that Ned had never confided in him. He could understand the need in some small way why he had done what he had done but he was still angry at his brother and as he approached him he raised his fist back and hit Ned Stark in the face.

Ned stumbled back his hand grasping his jaw as his brothers rage momentarily got the better and he watched his brother as he tried to get control of his temper.

"Why Ned? Why all these years have you never said anything to me or to your wife Catelyn and let everyone think that the boy within that chamber was a bastard when he wasn't."

"I had no choice; I made a promise to Lyanna to protect her newborn son."

Benjin shook his head at his brothers explanation before addressing him again, growling at the older brother which until now he had always admired but now that admiration and respect felt tarnished. Getting close into his brothers face he growled.

"Tomorrow you tell that boy the truth, the truth about which Baratheon is his father. Or so help me."

Raising his fist to his brother he made sure that the Lord of Winterfell knew exactly what he would do to him if he did not.

In the morning all within Winterfell would know who had fathered Jon and Ned could not help feeling a small degree of fear for the boy especially once Cersie Baratheon found out her son was not Robert's first born and therefore not heir to the iron throne.

A/N: Well now you know!