Chapter 4

(Robb) (it was supposed to be a Jon chapter, but I decided to do another one with Robb, I apologize in advance)

He woke up beside Talisa, and for a moment he forgot that he was in the middle of a Wildling camp. For a second it seemed like a normal morning, and he could almost forget the words Jon spoke yesterday at the execution. But the events of the previous day were unforgettable to say the least.

As much as he wanted to stay in the warm bed with Talisa, he had to get up. He had to know what the fuck happened with Jon.

He turned to his wife and shook her lightly to wake her up. Then he stood up from the bed and found his clothes, and cloak. As he strapped his sword to his hip, Talisa got out of bed and walked up to him putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face her and pressed a slight kiss to her lips.

She pulled away and stepped away to get to her own clothes.

He watched her with a slight smile. He was truly happy. But with Jon'a arrival a lot of things changed. They suddenly had a few more thousand men. And one more king…

Once they were both dressed they exited the tent and looked around. Robb spotted Tormund standing not far away. The wildling wasn't tall, but he was wider than most men.

The moment their eyes crossed the red haired man smiled widely and walked over to them. Robb tried to smile in return, but it was hard to smile when a man twice your size was almost running at you.

Tormund looked down at him from head to toe, and grinned.

"The little crow never mentioned his brother was kissed by fire."

Robb frowned and glanced to Talisa, looking for an answer.

"Kissed by fire?"

The wildling laughed.

"You have red hair. Means you are special. You were kissed by fire."

Robb nodded. He supposed it made some sense. Even though he couldn't understand why having red hair was anyhow special.

Before he could say another word, the wildling put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him forward.

"Time to go. Your brother wants to talk with ya, and your family."

He turned to Talisa who slowly followed him and Tormund through the camp. She caught up to him and took his hand.

"Perhaps we should get your mother?"

The wildling turned his head around but didn't stop walking.

"Your mother will be brought to the King by the old knight. Jon said she wouldn't like the company of the freefolk."

Robb chuckled. Yes, that was smart of Jon. His mother wasn't happy when she saw wildlings in the riverlands, but she seemed to be at least somewhat respectful towards Ser Davos Seaworth.

Suddenly Talisa spoke up.

"Why do you call him 'crow'?"

Tormund started laughing, as though it was the funniest question he has ever heard.

"The freefolk call men at the Wall, 'crows' cause they wear black."

Talisa nodded lightly.

They spent the rest of the way in silence, only sometimes turning when wildlings would make jokes about southerners. It seemed that these people knew only how to fight, drink, and make stupid jokes about men of the night's watch and 'fancy' lords of Westeros. He would have never imagined Jon in such company. He was always brooding and sitting quietly in the corner. Which was quite the opposite of Wildlings.

They stopped at a large tent.

The wildling was ready to open the tent flap, until Robb stopped him.

"Maybe we should wait? Or knock? What if he's busy?"

The wildling shrugged.

"He probably is busy. But not in the way you think."

Tormund smirked at the last words before entering the tent, and practically pushing Robb inside. When Robb's eyes focused again, he saw something he would have never expected to see.

Jon was wearing his trousers, thank the seven for that. But he had no shirt on. And he was currently kissing the red haired woman they saw earlier.

Jon's attachment to the Wildlings just started making much more sense.

He had a wildling lover.

The quiet, brooding, Jon, was fucking a wildling.

Jon pulled away from the woman and glared at Tormund.

"I will never understand why humiliating me, amuses you so much."

The wildling only laughed.

"You wanted to see your brother? Here he is."

Jon glanced at Robb, giving him an apologetic look.

"I told you to bring him in after breakfast."

"Well I already had breakfast."

Jon bit his lip and shook his head before turning to Robb.

"I'm sorry for this. Let me get changed so we can talk over breakfast."

The woman stepped away from Jon. That is when he saw the many scars littering Jon's body. They looked like knife wounds. Deep enough to kill a man.

Jon grabbed a shirt and pulled it over his head before adjusting a cloak over his shoulders. He grabbed his sword, while the woman grabbed a bow and some arrows.

Jon gestured to the exit of the tent and let Robb out before playfully pushing the wildling out.

Luckily Talisa stayed outside. His mother was already there alongside Ser Davos. Theon was nowhere to be seen. He was getting worried for his friend. The last time he saw him was at the executions, but they were led away to different tents.

His mother looked anywhere but at Jon or the Wildlings. As though they were dirt beneath her shoes.

But Jon ignored her ignorance, maintaining a slight smile on his face.

"I had a table set for all of us. I'll explain some of what happened."

Ser Davos turned around to lead them to the clearing where the table was set.

Robb nodded and followed the elder knight.

He noticed Jon exchange a few words with his Hand, but he was to far away to hear what they were saying.

He walked up to his mother who was a few steps in front of him.

"Good Morning mother."

"Yes… I suppose."

Robb took a deep breath. He didn't want to say this, but his mother had to stop treating Jon in such a way.

"I understand that you never loved Jon. But he saved us all. He brought us more men. Men that we need to win this war. It would be nice if you at least acted somewhat grateful for the help he provided."

He noticed that his mother tensed, but she nodded.

And for now that would be enough.

Once they reached the clearing they all sat around the table. Food was already there. Nothing fancy, but it was a warm meal, and it was better than remaining hungry.

Jon was the only one left standing as everyone sat down.

For the first time since his arrival, Jon looked unsure of himself.

"I'll begin with some introductions. It will make everything more understandable."

A snort passed through Tormund's mouth. The wildling already began eating, and seemed not to pay any attention to what Jon had to say.

"You've all met the Hand of the King, Ser Davos, and Tormund. He is the unofficial commander of the freefolk army."

Then Jon turned to the red haired woman.

"This is Ygritte."

Before Jon could continue, Tormund interrupted him.

"They're fucking."

Jon clenched his fist and looked at the ground in embarrassment.

Robb looked around to see Ygritte's annoyed face, and his lady mother's disgusted face.

Jon coughed to get everyone's attention.

"Robb, I've not yet had the pleasure to meet your wife."

He nodded, and turned to Talisa.

"This is Talisa, my queen."

Jon smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your grace."

Talisa nodded and smiled in return.

Jon pulled his chair out and sat down.

"Well… then… I'll start from the beginning."

Jon took a deep breath before looking at Robb with slightly sad eyes.

"When I left for the wall, I joined the Night's watch. Very quickly I understood that it was not the place I believed it to be. There was nothing honorable about it. A bunch of rapists and thieves freezing off at the edge of Westeros. I became the steward to the Lord commander Marmont. But he was killed during a mutiny. That left the watch without a Lord Commander. Not long after that, I went beyond the Wall to infiltrate the Wildlings, and find out why they have been trying to cross the Wall. That is where I met Mance Rayder, the king of the Freefolk. The first men to ever unite all wildlings together, and giants."

Robb looked around. From where he was sitting he could see at least two giants.

"Not long after I returned to the Watch, Father was killed and Stannis Baratheon proclaimed himself King. He visited the Wall. His Red priestess led him to the wall, and showed him what was happening beyond the wall. He was the only one who believed in what was coming for all of us. The army of the Dead. It is the reason why Wildling fled south. The dead have risen and the Knight King assembled an army. The only thing stopping him right now is the wall."

Catelyn Stark interrupted him.

"You think we will believe in some tale? About dead men walking?"

Ser Davos was the one to reply.

"It is the truth my lady. They are real. And they are hard to kill. I've seen them with my own eyes. I fought them myself."

Lady Stark glared slightly at Jon as he continued but kept her mouth shut.

"Stannis Baratheon fell while fighting with them. That is why Ser Davos serves me now. But while Stannis was at the Wall, he helped me get elected as the new lord commander. My friend Samwell Tarly helped as well."

Robb frowned.

"Samwell Tarly? The son of Randyll Tarly? How did he end up at the wall?"

"His father threatened him. He was the eldest son, but he was no warrior. Lord Tarly didn't want his heir to be someone like Sam, so he sent him to the wall. I sent him to the citadel when I became the lord commander. He replaced Maester Aemon Targaryen at the wall."

Robb nodded and Jon continued.

"As the Lord Commander I let the wildling through the wall. I did it to protect innocent people. They were simply running away from the Dead. But not everyone at the Watch agreed with my actions. For that they stabbed me and called me traitor. They stabbed me five times. The last knife went through my heart."

He turned to Robb.

"You saw the scars."

Robb bit the inside of his cheek to control his anger.

When Jon left for the Wall, he never expected his brother to get into so much trouble.

Ser Davos turned to him.

"Aye, I found him bleeding out in the snow. I brought him inside, and guarded his body alongside his last few loyal friends and his direwolf."

Robb looked up immediately at the mention of the direwolf.

"Ghost is here?"

Jon nodded.

"Yes, he is almost as big as a horse now."

Talisa spoke up for the first time.

"You have a direwolf as well?"

"Yes. Every Stark child received a direwolf, and me. I got the runt of the litter."

Talisa nodded before continuing with her food.

So far Jon's story was unbelievable, at the least. But from what he could guess, this was only the beginning.

Ser Davos looked around before continuing.

"The idea came to me not long after. Lady Melisandre has burned people, has done terrible things, but she was the last option. I've heard stories about resurrecting people, so I figured I should try as well. In the end she did bring him back."

Jon nodded.

"That is what I meant when I said I was no longer bound to the Watch. I gave my life for it. I was killed by my own brothers. So I decided to leave. But before I could leave, Lady Melisandre told me that Ned Stark was not my father. I didn't believe her. She said that my real father was Rhaegar Targaryen and my mother was Lyanna Stark. I knew that even if that was true, then I was still a Bastard. But she continued to claim that my real name was Aegon Targaryen, and I was 'the prince that was promised'. I didn't believe her. How could I? I was always a bastard. Not even in my wildest dreams was I a secret prince. But then Sam returned from the citadel. He found records of Lyanna and Rhaegar's wedding."

Catelyn Stark looked shocked. Everyone was shocked.

Lyanna Stark wasn't kidnapped? Then the whole rebellion was based on a lie?

"Their marriage doesn't make you their son."

Jon turned to Catelyn.

"I thought so too, my lady, but after I came back from the dead I discovered that I could not burn. Fire could no longer burn my skin. Maester Aemon confirmed that some Tragaryens could not be burned by fire. If that doesn't prove who I am, then I don't know what else does."

Everyone's jaw dropped.

Jon took a deep breath.

"Lord Stark was an honorable man. He put a stain on his honour to protect his nephew. I may be his nephew by blood. But he raised me as his own son, therefore he will always be my father."

He then turned to Robb.

"And you will always be my brother, no matter what."

Lady Stark let out a sob. Robb could understand why she cried. She believed the past 20 years that her husband dishonored her, when in reality he didn't. She also treated Jon as a bastard, when in reality he was the heir to the Iron Throne.

"I know that this is a lot, but we have to finish this, and get to planning the war."

Ser davos nodded.

"Tormund, you can explain the rest?"

Tormund huffed in annoyance but turned to the rest of them.

"When the Freefolk saw him return from the dead, and after he let us all through the damned wall, we needed a leader. We needed someone who would help us find men to defeat the Dead fuckers. So we chose the little crow as our King."

Jon chuckled.

"They listen to Tormund more than they listen to me. They don't see me as one of them. But for now they follow me. And we have 80 thousand men and women who will fight. They will help me win the Iron Throne, and once all the Kingdoms are united we will face the army of the dead all together."

So that was his plan? Unite the kingdoms to fight the dead men?

"And what will you do after that?"

Jon's smile dropped.

"I don't know. I don't even know if there will be an after."

Robb frowned.

"Then why are you doing all this? You could have marched straight to King's landing. Why help us?"

Jon's face tensed for a second before he smiled almost playfully.

"I couldn't let my brother die."

"So what are we going to do now?"

Jon shrugged and looked at Ygritte, before speaking.

"The Lannisters killed our father. The Boltons have our brothers. We have to protect those we love, and avenge those we lost. I think we have only one option. "

He stood up and looked proudly over his camp.

"We're gonna kill those southern fuckers."