A/N: Here is the next chapter as promised!

Jon stood for a moment in the doorway of Lord Starks office unsure to enter fully as he had spotted the king also in the office and he thought for a moment that perhaps it was best that he came back later, surely the king and lord Stark were talking of more important matters, than of what would be concerning himself at this moment.

"I'm sorry Lord Stark; I did not know you had company."

Jon made to move backwards and to leave the two alone when Stark lord came forward swiftly and placed his arm on Jon's shoulder pulling him into the room.

"No Jon that is alright, the king is here because we have certain things to discuss concerning you over his words last night."

Lord Stark gently pushed his nephew towards one of the chairs in the room and then returned to his own chair. He eyed the young boy, no young man across from him, noting that Jon looked nervous and tired. It looked as though he had not been the only tossing and turning because of the words spoken the night before by Robert in his mind, if the pale and tired look on Jon's face was anything to go by.

For a moment he did not know what to say, what words would make it better the situation that they now found themselves to be in, thanks to Robert not being able to keep his mouth shut any longer. 'Nor,' thought Eddard 'the fact that part of the fault for the situation that they now found themselves in was in part to do with him in keeping his sisters promise in keeping Jon safe, the way he had.'

Raising him here at Winterfell, instead of allowing Robert to take the boy and raise him in Kings Landing, as a trueborn which Jon truly was instead of a baseborn bastard here in the north as he had been for the last 17 years.

A part of him over the years, a large part in fact knew that what he had done had been dishonourable in allowing everyone, especially Jon to believe he was a bastard when he was not but at the same time, he knew that Jon would have been killed by the Lannister's, the first chance they had got.

"Is it true?" Jon's quiet words brought Ned out of his musings.

He looked at the lad sitting across from him and nodded, unable to trust his voice not to break from the emotions he was feeling. Jon glanced down towards his feet for a moment and then glanced back up at him with a determined angry look in his eyes, Ned could see an absolute whirlwind of emotions fighting with each other in Jon's eyes and he knew that there was going to be a hell of a backlash from the lad.

"Why did you not tell me all these years, the truth, why did you allow me and everyone around mew believe that I was a bastard?…..YOUR BASTARD!"

Jon had leapt to his feet as his temper had risen with the words he had uttered and then yelled at the man, his uncle, sitting across from him. Sitting and looking as though this affected him more than he, when he knew damn well that it did not.

He felt so angry at this moment at Lord Stark and all at Winterfell and especially towards the other man in the room who, until that moment had kept quiet but at Jon's words was now on his feet, moving towards him across the room to confront him over his words.

"Lord Stark did what he thought was best boy, to protect you from those who would have caused you harm, possibly death, if they had known about your existence. It is not his fault, if you want to blame anyone you can blame me."

The king stood before Jon, wanting to take the young man standing before him in his arms, to give him some comfort for the nightmare, that the young man now found himself in because of his words, and he reached out to do just that but Jon pushed him away and stepped back from where he stood.

His anger and temper was raising some more and he had been determined to deal with this matter in a calm and collected way, the way it should have been dealt with but at that moment he found he could not, he felt so angry, his life as he knew it was over, his dreams of joining the night watch was possibly ending, as he did not think the King would allow him to go to the wall now.

Ned had stood at Jon's words, he knew he had to do something to calm the situation down, before Jon said or did anything else that would bring more disaster or danger to himself or anyone else at Winterfell. He knew that he was angry, he could understand his anger, it was so much like his mothers, like Lyanna's but he also knew that Robert could and would cause trouble for him and his family if he, could not calm his nephew down.

"Jon, please sit down. I know you are angry and you have every right to be but please listen to me. Please."

Jon glared at the man who had raised him and for a moment considered ignoring his words but a lifetime of obeying Lord Stark won him over, and he sat although his eyes still glowed with an anger that could be seen simmering just beneath the surface.

Ned approached his nephew cautiously, kneeling down so his eyes were level with Jon's, he reached out to clasp his arm, feeling the lad lads arm twitch slightly as he tried to sit back a little from his uncle, Jon did not want to give his uncle the satisfaction of seeing how much he needed him, if only a little. He so wanted for Lord Stark, his uncle to give him a hug, to tell him that everything was going to be alright but he knew that was not a manly thing and that he was no longer a child and that he should act like a man that he was.

"Jon, " Ned started to speak to him slowly but clearly, "I never wanted for you to find out like this, never wanted for you to be hurt but I knew that what I was doing was wrong in so many ways, in raising you the way I did. In allowing everyone including yourself, believe that you were a bastard, when you're not but I also knew that you would not have survived your childhood had the Lannister's ever known about you. I promised your mother, my sister Lyanna, that I would protect you, would see you safe and at the time there was also the danger that people would think you were Rhaegar's child, a Targaryen. That was something that I could not risk, even Robert might have had you killed back then if he had thought that you were the child of his enemy and not his."

Robert standing just behind Ned started at his words. He was angry that Ned thought he would kill his own son, his own child, a child he had had with the only woman he had ever loved, Ned's sister Lyanna.

For a moment he almost said something and Ned must have felt something in the atmosphere of the room for he turned to the king and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I know that you think you would not have thought he was Rhaegar's son but you were still in battle lust, still grieving over Lyanna and after what you had allowed to be done to Rhaegar's children, what you had called them, Dragon spawn, I could not risk you killing Jon, I promised Lyanna to keep her son safe, even if it meant keeping Jon safe from you Robert."

The king glared at Ned but he knew the words that Ned spoke were true, there would have been a chance back then, that he might have thought that Jon might or could have been Rhaegar's child and he would have had the boy put to death just as Rheagar's children had been.

He heard more words being spoken in front of him between Ned and Jon, his son, he still found it hard to believe that he and Lyanna had a son, a child, the boy sitting with Ned in front of him listening to his words, words of comfort and other things but he was determined to make things right, even if it turned out to be the last thing he ever did.

A thought that would turn out to be so prophetic but not that he or anyone else would know that for some time.

A/N: There you have it, the next chapter. I hope it was not too much out of character for you.