Chapter 2


Wolves of the North


The pitter-patter of the gentle autumn drizzle on the ancient tress of the Wolfswood felt like music to Robb's ears. Prince Robb he corrected himself now that he was heading back to Winterfell from his long sojourn at Bear Island.

Robb didn't want to leave, but a Raven in the night from his Queen mother had stirred the entirety of Maege Hall, compelling Robb to start back on his journey to the Northern Capital of Westeros. Now that he was headed back he realized how much he did miss his home and how earnestly he wanted to get back to Winterfell and to his family.

Lost in the music created by the Forest, he was brought back to reality by a loud sneeze from his brother.

Robb turned to find his brother, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. Auburn haired and blue-eyed, Eddard resembled their mother more than Robb did himself and that particular thought always seemed to bug him even though he had the traditional Stark look. Looking at his brother always made him wonder about his father. Robb new for certain that he and Ned didn't share the same father but that didn't change the fact that he loved his younger brother more than anything else in the world.

In many ways he was like a father figure to his brother. He disciplined him whenever he fell out of line, showered him with affection whenever he was upset and took every opportunity to teach him whatever he could whenever he could. Robb greatly cared for his brother and was extremely protective of him. He had shielded him from the rampant talks of their mother not taking a consort and the legitimization of her bastards.

Maybe when he was old enough, he'd realize the fact himself but till then Robb felt that for Eddard ignorance would be bliss. Eddard after all was of a gentler nature than him and his mother. This was another thing about his brother that befuddled him to no end.

Robb wondered how his mother fell for a man who was gentle of nature after all she was the Ice Queen of the North; Curt, Sharp and Cold as Winter at times itself. The thought of it baffled him to no ends.

Sighing, he pushed the thoughts out of his mind and smiled again when his brother sneezed again louder than before, scaring the pony he was riding on.

"Are you cold, Ned?" Robb asked his brother to which he nodded and said, "I don't like the rain."

Robb pulled the reigns of his Destrier bringing the entire convoy to a halt. Getting down from his Horse, he removed his bear-skin cloak and draped it on his brother's shoulders.

As he draped the cloak over his brother, Ned looked at him with concerned eyes.

"What's the matter Pup?" He asked Ned.

"If you give me your cloak, won't you catch a cold?" Ned asked Robb, wiping his nose with his hand again.

Robb smiled, "I won't be cold, I have Great-Uncle Brandon's wolf's blood running through me." He said, baring his teeth and snapping his jaws shut like a wolf, earning a laugh from his brother.

Robb flicked the pony's reign and sent his brother forward and signaled one of his mother's Winter Knight's to start moving again.

Getting on to his own mount, Robb headed to the rear of the marching column where Lyanna Mormont and Jorelle Mormont's daughters Dacey and Maege.

"Enjoying the autumn rain Aunt Lyanna" Robb asked his aunt by marriage.

Lyanna made a face, "I wonder if the Queen would allow you to sit the Throne if i cut your cock off" she said with her lips twisted in a smirk

Robb laughed at that and so did the others who had heard the remark.

"Not being with Uncle Rickon seems to have put you in a foul mood Aunt Lyanna" chirped young Dacey Mormont, a warrior much like her namesake.

Lyanna gave her a death stare however not before turning red first.

"And to answer your question Aunt Lyanna I get a feeling that mother would rather make Rhaenys the throne over me." Robb said with a smile playing on his lips.

At this the Mormont women laughed and nodded their heads, all except Lyanna who's frown deepened and brought her steed to a halt. Seeing her Robb too pulled at the reigns of his mount and motioned for the rest of the column to continue on their way

The rest of the column continued to march while Lyanna stood at the same spot with Robb by her side. When the last guard was out of earshot; Lyanna spoke, "You are never to say that again My Prince" she said with a grave tone to her voice, "Never, even in jest" she further added and with that last statement she kicked her mount in the side breaking it into a gentle trot leaving Robb to think on her words.

Robb didn't know what to make out of his aunt's words. What did she even mean, he thought to himself and without giving another thought to his aunt's words he broke his steed into a trot to catch up his aunt and the rest of the marching column.


The Wall was considered a wonder beyond all. Seven hundred feet tall and forty feet thick at the base and ranging between five to ten feet of thickness at the summit, the Wall was a marvel to behold. It was once manned by the brother's of the Night's Watch who vowed to protect the realm of the Seven Kingdoms from everything that came from beyond the wall.

In the recent times, the Wall was not only being manned by the Free Folk who came from beyond the wall but several hundred acres of land on both sides of the wall was governed, maintained and protected by them as well.

Castle Black, once the most strongest fortification on the Wall and the headquarters of the Night's Watch was now the seat of Prince Jon Snow of House Targaryen and his wife the Wildling Princess and Protector, Val. Together, Jon and Val had governed over the Free Folk, the lands beyond the wall, the people settled on the Gift and the Houses along the wall with an iron hand and benevolence.

In many ways there's was considered a separate kingdom, one much prosperous than the southern kingdoms. With iron one, precious metals, weapons and hides begin exported to several essosi cities and principalities; the lands governed by the Northern branch of House Targaryen had faired much better than their southern counterparts as well.

Jon and Val were well-respected, loved and also feared. Their four children were considered an extension of their parents and the people had high expectation from them, from all of the siblings. And this was something that bothered Quaryn Snow-Targaryen to no end.

Walking at the summit of the wall on top of Castle Black, Quaryn looked over and observed the stillness of the haunted forest which hid the biggest Free Folk settlement under its thick canopy. Maybe I should go and live there, he thought to himself. Maybe the forest would hide me as well.

Sighing, he turned his back on to the forest and made his way to the elevator that'd take him down to the castle. Nodding to the guards he entered the elevator and waited for the other guards who were exchanging duties with their counterparts.

He was still lost in his thoughts when he heard the conch horn blow once, twice and then three times. Like clock work he jumped out of the elevator and ran to the parapets with sword in hand. Soon enough several guards and soldiers joined him each with their weapons drawn and for a moment everything seemed fine.

Quaryn trained his gaze from the base of the wall where the heavy iron portcullis rested to the fringes of the haunted forest and then beyond that where he knew stood the Fist of the First Men. At first it was hard for him to make out what the problem was. Everything seemed fine to him except...except the smoke on the horizon. Smoke coming from beyond the Fist of the First Men.

"Gods know what the Thenn's are up to now?" He heard a voice say from behind him but didn't concentrate at it for a long time as in that moment a loud voice echoed through his ears, "Follow the Raven" and that was the last thing he heard before he blacked out and fell on his back.


Author's Note: Another new chapter and some more new characters for all of you to enjoy. More northern characters are yet to be revealed and then soon enough it'll be time to head South again.

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