And now another one shot of weirwood drabbles. Hope you enjoy it!

"There was an ancient legend in the North" Old Nan began. Sansa usually won´t heard the northern tales the old nursemaid regaled the other Stark children with, but today she didn´t have anything else to do. Septa Mordane was in bed with a cold and her Lady Mother still busy with the servants, so there was no one to tell her a bedtime history. And, between enduring boredom for hours and hearing the woman, she preferred the northern fairy tale. "That if you bury something of great value to you along with a lock of hair and three feathers in a weirwood box, just under a heart tree in a blue moon night, and ask a wish, the Old Gods will grant you that wish."

"Really?" the girl asked, her eyes suddenly shinning. She didn´t know the Old Gods could be so interesting! The eldest Stark daughter preferred her mother´s gods, with their shinny septs and beautiful statues. "It sounds so interesting. If there was a blue moon soon, I would ask the Old Gods to catch the heart of Prince Joffrey…"

"The King is still two weeks away, stupid" Arya said, yawning. She had a very tiring day, sneaking out to practice the sword moves Jon taught her the other time.

"Well, it´s the duty of a Lady to be prepared. Not that you understand, of course, you are as far from a Lady as a donkey from a Lord"

"So? I never wanted to be a Lady" Robb picked her up before she could start another spat, taking her to her room. Jon followed, as he seemed to be the only person Arya ever listened to. The bastard and heir returned a few seconds later, to take Bran and Rickon to their respective beds before retiring for the night.

"Oh, how perfect would it be… if only there was a blue moon"

"Well, Lady Sansa, you don´t have to wait much for that if you want to prove the Ritual" old Nan said, smiling at the girl. Unknown to her, Jon Snow have returned to the room after leaving his brother deal with the little ones. "There is going to be one tomorrow, the only one in half a century."

"Really?" Sansa´s eyes were shinning with determination now. She was going to get the things right now and get that wish. Then Prince Joffrey and she could be together forever. The girl ran to her room, passing right in front of Jon as if he didn´t exist. The boy raised an eyebrow before deciding that the child didn´t need to be put to bed and, after bidding Old Nan a good night, returned to his chambers.

Inside her own rooms, a big spacious thing furnished with the southern commodities befitting a princess, like a big bed with silk sheets before the furs and colourful curtains, a wardrobe and vanity decorated with gold applications and a big mirror she could see herself full body in, the eldest Stark daughter let out some squeals while she rummaged through her child´s chest. Finally, she found what she was searching for, a little wolf her father carved for her when she was teething. She didn´t need it anymore, but she still kept it as a precious reminder of her father´s love. The girl pulled out also a silken ribbon, with which she tied a lock of hair and cut it, her little weirwood jewel coffer and broke her stuffed pillow to get the feathers before putting them on the coffer and closing it. Now just wait until tomorrow.

Jon also returned to his rooms, the littlest, coldest one in the family wing. He didn´t really mind, as he always felt his skin burn during his dreams, as if there was fire in his blood. The place was nearly empty, except for an old wardrobe filled with Robb´s castaways, the bed with Sansa´s discarded pillows and some furs and a broken mirror Arya saved from the trash for him. The boy lied in his bed, thinking about how great it could have been to ask a wish in the blue moon, but he didn´t have a weirwood box and… there was a knock on his door.

"Yes?" he asked, opening his door. And there was Arya herself, holding a little weirwood coffer in her hands. "What is it, little sister? Did it break?"

"No, stupid, it´s for you" she said, pushing the coffer into his hands. It was a gift from Lady Tallhart in her last visit and she liked it a lot, but for her favourite brother, she was capable of renounce to more. "I know you want to ask that stupid wish, but you don´t have any weirwood box to do it, so I´m giving you one."

"Arya…"

"Just take it, stupid!" she said, pushing it away. "If someone in this castle deserves a wish, it´s you, so take it and ask the weirwoods!"

Jon watched as she want away to her own room once more and, after a thank you he doubted his sister had heard, the boy went inside again. Once in his chambers, he teared one of his training shirts to tie one lock and cut it. Then he broke Sansa´s old pillow and got the feathers. As for the important item… he took something from the wardrobe. An old comb with rose patterns. He found it by accident once in the solar and took it to his father, who tiredly explained that belonged to his mother, to keep it if he wanted… it was the only thing he had from her. The boy put them all in the coffer and hid it in the wardrobe. Now to wait until tomorrow.

The following day arrived soon. Sansa Stark rose early in the morning and, after reading herself, went to break her fast with her family. During the morning, she barely saw her half-brother in the lower table, eating his own food in silence before leaving with Robb for his lessons. She also left for her lessons, waiting patiently for the blue moon to rise. Finally, the night arrived and the blue moon was high in the sky. Sansa escaped from her room with her little box, going to the Godswood alone for the first time in her life.

"Wish, wish…" Sansa sang while she buried her coffer, not seeing Robb and Theon hidden behind her. They have seen her in her way out and thought it was a great opportunity to prank her. "Ready! Now…" she started to hear some really scary sounds. The girl turned around, trying to find the sources. Robb and Theon moved around, scaring Sansa even more. They continued with their business for some times, until… "AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"What in the Seven Hells, Sansa?!" asked Jon, who appeared suddenly in front of her with a weirwood box in his arms. He knew she was going to be there, but he thought she would have long since vacated the Godswood.

"JON SNOW, YOU DESPICABLE BASTARD!" she screamed, believing it was him. "YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY THE WORST! HOW DARE YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" he had the gall to look confused, something the fuelled her even more. "I WISH YOU HAVE NEVER COME TO WINTERFELL AND WEREN´T MY BROTHER!" she then covered her mouth, realising what she had done. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! NOW I LOST MY WISH! WAIT UNTIL I TELL MY MOTHER!"

"What did I do?" asked Jon, watching his fuming sister leave the place. He then shrugged and walked to the heart tree, quickly burying his coffer. Theon wanted to scare him, but Robb stopped the Ironborn. In his mind, if someone deserved a wish, it was Jon. "I wish to know my mother, please. Even if I have to live in a gutter somewhere, I want to know her" he then lifted himself from the ground and left.

"What a baby" muttered Theon after hearing the wish. He was then hit on the head by Robb and dragged off. Brynden Rivers raised an eyebrow, watching everyone from the eyes of the weirwood. So someone finally remembered that ancient tradition, ehh? Well, he said while feeling the magic of the Old Gods began to work, the two children actually made wishes, no? The Old Gods had to answer, to make some changed of the reality to grant them. Through him. It would be too good an opportunity to lose it, no?

-The day after-

"Hummmmm…" Sansa Stark woke up in her room, her hair a mess after having tossed and turned all the night. She got out of bed and did her daily ritual, making sure she looked like the lady she was before getting out. The girl walked down like every morning, arriving at the great hall with intentions of telling her father exactly what happened in the Godswood the night before. "Good Morning, mother, father."

"Good Morning, Sansa" her lady mother answered from the table, the food before him much less than it usually was. Her brother Robb did the same from his seat before wolfing down the porridge he had in front of him as if it was starving. "Come, eat something. You must be starving."

"No, not really. I ate too much last night…"

"We didn´t have any dinner last night" answered Arya, confused. Her eldest sister turned to her. The only person in all Winterfell remotely related to the Starks to go to bed without eating was Jon. They were the children of the Lord Paramount of the North, for the Seven´s sake! "Where do you think you are, King´s Landing? The North is already suffering enough to have it´s nobles eating like kings."

"And since when do we go to bed without eating unless we are sick?" answered Sansa to her sister, who was wearing a horrible but well cared for dress. Much like her own, she finally noticed. Where were her new silk dresses? She asked herself. "Even if there were bad crops, King Robert would never…"

"SANSA!" Ned practically jumped from his seat, putting a hand over his daughter´s mouth, looking around like a madman. He calmed down a bit when he noticed that only family heard him. "What nonsense are you talking about? What you were about to do was treason."

"But… but you told us that the was your friend, Robert Baratheon…"

"Where did you heard that name?" Eddard demanded as Catelyn blanched, making their daughter shudder. What was happening here?

"Ned, did you told the children about that man? When?" demanded Cat as she found her voice.

"I never did" defended himself their father, while the children looked around uncomfortable. "I talked to Robb a few months ago about this, but that was all. You were there, you heard me. I never called that… fool a king" the Stark looked around again. "Neither a friend. Haven´t done since the Rebellion failed."

"The Rebellion failed?!" Sansa screamed, totally terrified now. What kind of nightmare was this? Her history lessons said the Rebellion triumphed, so how could her father tell her that it failed? "But… but the Mad Ki…"

"Sansa" Ned interrupted her, very seriously. "Our King is Aerys II Targaryen, we don´t refer to him by any derogatory name out and we are fortunate enough to be alive, so don´t…"

"My Lord, a raven from King´s Landing" maester Luwin entered in that moment, making her mother and father shut up. They looked at each other tensely, as they did every time something bad happened. Eddard put on a cold face, his Lord face, and grabbed the letter. He read and a few seconds later, he put it down in disbelieve. "He is dead, the King is dead"

"What?" Catelyn joined her husband, keeping as much of her lady´s poise as she could after she jumped from her seat. After a moment, she smiled, beaming with happiness. "The King is dead… the new King is also opening the trade routes to the former Rebel Kingdoms and sending food to us! This is great!"

"Really?!" the Stark Household breathed out a breath of relive and started to celebrate. Even Sansa, because she loved to see her family so happy. Then she noticed something else. "Hey, where is Jon?"

"Who?" asked Robb.

"Jon Snow, our half-brother, where is he?"

"Sansa, are you alright?" she looked at him as if he were crazy. He sighed. "We don´t have a half-brother, there is no one in Winterfell with that name."

-A few days before-

"Too hot" Jon muttered before turning in his bed. Normally if he did that kind of movement, he would have fallen from it, but the thing today was feeling so comfortable, fluffy and big that he didn´t want to get up, not even at the risk of skipping a meal, as Lady Catelyn would order to retire the food from the table before he arrived if he isn´t at the Great Hall in time. Then his stomach growled and he turned again. Perhaps if he fell down from the bed…

"Happy nameday!" it was the last thing he heard before falling down to the floor. "Jon! Are you alright?!" He rubbed his head, hearing the steps of whoever greeted him going towards him. It has taken him three turns to fell from the bed, when normally it would only take one. And, now that he opened his eyes, it was too sunny to be Winterfell. "Please, Jon, tell me you are okay. I don´t want you to be sick in your nameday."

"My… nameday?" he asked. His nameday was still a few months away.

"Yes, your nameday" the woman continued, embracing him. "How could my baby boy be already four and ten? Come on, give muna a hug!" she pressed him against her bossom. That heartbeat, he knew it. If he could only see her face. "Happy nameday, my son."

"Mother…" he finally managed to make her release him enough to see her face. He froze. She looked… known, too known. And so much like a Stark with her chocolate brown hair and grey eyes. She also resembled Arya.

"Mother? What happened with muna?" the definitely not Ashara Dayne or common woman lady raised an eyebrow. Her firstborn never called her like that, it was always muna thanks to her husband always talking in Valyrian near him. Even when he was a baby. "Anyway, you should get on the bed before your siblings…"

"Happy nameday, lekia!" a dark skinned pair of teens entered the room, a girl and a boy. The girl was clearly dornish, with her olive skin and dark hair, while the boy looked more valyrian, but with a dornish touch. Behind them, a pair of even younger children, with mixed valyrian and northern features, entered.

"What are you doing on the floor, brother? Get up, food is waiting for us!" the littlest girl said, practically bouncing on their feet. Her silver blond curls fall in disorder around her. "Father said there will be lemon cakes! We are breaking our fasts with lemons cakes!"

"Vis, let him breathe, come on" the oldest female said, grabbing her daughter. This one squirmed, but wasn´t able to free herself. "Visenya…"

"Muna, let me go"

"Come on, sweet sister" the dornish beauty intervened, taking the girl from her mother. "Let´s get you dressed. Egg, Dunk, you too. How do you call yourselves princes if you can´t get ready by yourselves in the morning?" Princes? Jon couldn´t understand a thing. She nodded towards her step mother. "Lyanna"

"Thank you, Rhaenys" answered the woman, finally identifying herself. Lyanna. Lyanna Stark. That was his mother? The woman he believed was his aunt? The same one that he visited in the crypts? He couldn´t believe it… but at the same time, it was easy to picture a grief stricken Ned Stark, who already lost too much and was the pinnacle of honour, recognizing his sister´s child as his own to avoid the babe´s execution. And Jon wouldn´t have a way to know. "Come on, my son, let muna…"

"Woow, seems I arrived late to the birthday party" a silver haired man entered the room that moment and, unlike the children, already dressed for the day. Rhaegar Targaryen hugged his child with a warmth Jon never felt from Eddard Stark. "Happy birthday, son"

"Thank you… father" he quickly added, hoping not to give himself in. the man raised an eyebrow. Jon felt as if he had failed at something, but then a strange memory flashed in front of his eyes, of him and his father. "Vis said we were going to eat lemon cakes, kepa, is that true?"

"Yes, of course. I ordered the cook to make them specially for your nameday, as I remembered your sweet tooth" Rhaegar quickly recovered, nodding. There was nothing to be afraid of, hi son was fine. "We will be waiting for you at the main Hall when you are ready."

"Awww, I wanted to help him get ready"

"Lya, he is already a man grown, I think he would prefer to do that himself, don´t you think?" he took his wife by the arm, guiding her out of the room. Once his parents were gone, Jon sighed. What was he going to do?

He looked at his room with inquisitive eyes for the first time. Instead of the coldest, tiniest room of Winterfell, he now had the biggest room he ever seen. And if Sansa´s room looked like a Princess´ to him, this one was rich enough for a king. His wardrobe was bigger than his own room itself, with golden designs and ruby dragons incrusted. The bed he just felt of looked big enough for three people and fluffy like a cloud, with red and black silk sheets. It was also adorned with the most difficult carves he had ever seen. A desk, chair and papers sat on a corner, more lamps around, silk curtains… a bedroom fit for royalty.

He snapped out of it and pulled the wardrobe open, finding more clothes than he could count. Gods, this was like being in Sansa´s closet. Did they think he was a princess? He grabbed the first thing that appeared in his view and put it on. Then he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn´t look so bad. At least the clothes combined. The boy then put on a pair of boots and ran towards the Main Hall… if he could find it.

"I´m here!" he said when he finally found his way.

"Jaeherys, dear, did you get lost?" Lyanna asked, surprised. He hasn´t done something like that since he was five. "Do you need the maester to check on your head?"

"No, muna, I´m fine. I was just… distracted" he answered, sitting down and putting a lemon cake on his plate. He bit it… yumm, it was the most delicious cake he had ever tasted. He was about to serve himself another one when…

"My Prince, a raven from King´s Landing" the cheerfulness was suddenly replaced by worry and tenseness. So much that even tiny Visenya was quiet, trembling in her seat, her violet eyes on her plate. Rhaegar grabbed the letter from the maester with frozen face and read it, gritting his teeth when he finished.

"The King, my father, summons us to King´s Landing" he informed, something that made his children even more tense. His wife looked instead like a soldier getting ready for war. Jon saw their expressions for a few seconds without understanding until he remembered who exactly was Rhaegar´s father. The Mad King was his grandfather! He got frozen, until he heard his father sighed. "Thank you, maester, we will depart tomorrow at first light. Make sure the servants know, so they can prepare the baggage."

"But, your grace, your father…"

"We are having a nameday celebration here, the old madman can wait a few hours" said Rhaegar, smiling at his second son. "I´m not going to subject you to him in your nameday, son. Not after what happened last time."

"Then, can we not be subjected to lessons today, kepa?" dared to ask Jon´s little brother.

"Nice try, Duncan, but no. Lessons are a necessary evil, your grandfather is not. Now finish with your food and prepare for lessons. You have first the maester, then Ser Arthur" Rhaegar then turned to his little daughter, who was stuffing her face. "Visenya, eat as the Septa taught you in King´s Landing, would you?"

"I hate the Septa, I don´t wanna!" woow, he got his very own Arya here.

"I understand you, daughter" and his mother was definitely not Lady Catelyn. She wouldn´t have been so understanding. "But we will have all to make a few sacrifices in the capital to fit in court."

"Meanies"

"Visenya, enough" Lyanna finally put her fist down. The Mad King was a really dangerous man who didn´t love even his children. She wouldn´t put it past him to put his own grandchildren to death because of a triviality either. Or burn them. "Finish eating, we will not talk about this anymore."

"Indeed, dear, indeed" Rhaegar said, putting his hand over his wife´s. Jon put another lemon cake into his mouth, trying to wash down the bitter taste he got from finding out his grandfather was a mad tyrant that could harm even his own family.

The rest of the day went on normal. He went with his brothers to lessons with the maester and then to train with Ser Arthur Dayne. The boy got a it a little bit harder than usual because of the heat and young Ducan being better with a sword than Theon ever was, but he was definitely Ser Arthur´s star pupil, earning a pat in the head by the knight. He was having so much fun that the night arrived so quickly… the next morning too. And sooner than he would have liked, he was grooming himself to see the Mad King.

"Jaeherys" his mother his room with a comb in her hands, the same comb he buried under the weirwoods. "Can you let your mother groom your hair?" he nodded, letting her use the comb on his long hair. "Jon, I… I worry for you with Aerys near. He never hid his dislike for you and Rhaenys" she admitted while fashioning his hair with the tiny braids valyrian classic hairstyle. "You can´t react to his provocations."

"I know"

"No, you don´t. Last time you saw him, you were seven. We managed to keep him away from you for so many years, but it seems we ran out of luck" she said, giving him a stern look. "I just want you to do two things. Stay with Rhaenys all the time and avoid his eyes, okay? And ignore whatever he says about you, me or everyone."

"Muna…"

"I´m serious, Jaeherys" she said, turning him around to look at him in the eyes. "The man is dangerous. If he put his head into something, it´s nearly impossible to stop him. And since Rhaella´s death, no one could stop him. Last time Rhaegar nearly got burned alive and he is his heir" she shuddered at the memory. "I barely could resist seeing him like that, I would die if that happens to you."

"Muna… it´s okay, I´m not going to do anything rash" he said. Years of dealing with Lady Catelyn made him immune to slanders so it would be easy to deal with a bitter old man. But to calm his mother… "I will stand right by Rhaenys side and out of Aerys way."

"And while you do that, please do the same with y your uncle Viserys. He can be just a spoiled brat, but he got his father´s eye, so…"

-In King´s Landing-

"Well, well, who is there?" Jon could have groaned. Just a few minutes in the Red Keep and he already met Theon´s replacement in making his life miserable. Viserys was just as terrible… or worse, because he was actually related to him. "My brother, his whore and his swarm of half breeds."

"Nice to see you again, lekia" Rhaegar greeted his brother as he guided his family to the Throne Room. "Do you happen to know what our dear father wants?"

"You should be more respectful of the King" the younger one said, following them to the Throne Room. The herald announced them, each of their names, and they advanced in a corridor with people at each side. Jon tried to memorise each face, wondering what great lord or lady was he unknowingly meeting now. He passed right in front of a blond beauty he was sure was Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon´s queen, and a girl who was her splitting image. The younger blond dedicated him a tiny smile, as if encouraging him. he flushed a bit, but couldn´t think of more, because they arrived in front of the Throne. At once, they all bowed in front of the dirty, dishelmed and crazed old man there.

"Rise" Aerys commanded, his eyes landing on each of his grandchildren with disdain. Jon felt his burning gaze landing hard on him and Rhaenys, harder than on the others. "Here you are. My son, his whore wife and his… children" Jon felt his fists tighten, but he didn´t move. The fire burned in him… but he promised not to attack that bastard, so he won´t. "I thought you would have already gotten rid of the dornish smelling mongrel at least."

"I´m already making some arrangements with Lord Tyrell to betroth her to his heir…"

"A Tyrell! I would propose her at least a Velaryon, as she had the name Targaryen despite being a wanton dornish slut" Rhaenys hand covered his own in an effort to keep him and herself in place. "But perhaps you are right, marrying her to a Velaryon would only contaminate the precious Valyrian blood."

"Father…"

"Took you some time to get here, boy, don´t anger me more!" the man practically screamed. "What are you all doing standing there like dunces?! Court is dismissed, get out of here!" the nobles started to scramble. "You not, Lady Lannister" he stopped the mother daughter pair, landing his lustful eyes on the girl. "I would like to invite you and Lady Joanna to break your fast with my family."

"Your Grace…"

"Father…"

"I´ve said it! Now come!" he grabbed Myrcella by the arm and dragged her away. The girl sent him and Rhaenys an alarmed look, but they couldn´t do anything. And Jon wanted, he wanted so much…

He then discovered that breaking his fast with the Mad King was even more horrible than the introduction. He didn´t know who looked more uncomfortable, if Rhaegar or Cersei, while Lyanna only stared at her dish, not wanting to look at the other woman. The Targaryen children were so ashamed of their grandfather attitude that they didn´t eat a bit. Not even little Vis, sat down next to an icy Daenerys. Myrcella Lannister had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting next to Aerys, who gorged down on food from his own hands while attempting to feed and grope her. From time to time, she sent all the other nobles looks asking for help. She couldn´t be more relieved to leave when the Lannister ladies were allowed to do so.

"Father, you can´t continue doing this things…"

"Isn´t your future step mother a true beauty, boy?" said Aerys while he climbed the stairs to his Throne. Rhaegar sneaked a quick peek at his brother and sister, but they were as surprised as he. "The Lady Joanna will be a gracious queen to me, unlike your mother, my simple and weak little sister…"

"Father" Dany approached, trying to make the lunatic see reason. "The Lady Myrcella…"

"Bah, you two as envious as ever! You can´t stand my happiness!" the king continued, grabbing a cup of wine near the Throne. "What do you think, Viserys, isn´t my future bride lovely?"

"I believe, Father, that my siblings are right in this" the Seven Hells must have frozen over, because even that fool Viserys could see what an awful plan this was and Rhaegar thanked him and the Gods for that. "Remarrying at this age is unwise in…"

"You are envious as well!" Aerys let go of the cup in his hurry to lift himself from his dammed chair. The wine splattered on the floor near him, creating a wet spot. "How could you, my favourite son…"

"Because replacing mother is impossible!" Viserys screamed. Rhaegar put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, but the demented prince just shook it off. "And the girl isn´t lovely, she is just a wanton whore who is after your crown! I know because last time I visited Dragonstone, she was all over Rhaegar´s northern mongrel" so that´s why Myrcella was smiling at him. "And her name isn´t Joanna, is Myrcella!"

"You little… if I say it´s Joanna, then it´s… ARGH!" Aerys slipped on his wine that moment, as he walked over the wet spot without being careful. His three children tried to catch him on time along with the Kingsguard, but weren´t quickly enough. The Mad King impaled himself on the Throne´s swords, covering it and the chair in blood.

"For the Old Gods and the New" Lyanna gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. A few seconds later she remembered her children were still there and asked Rhaenys to take her siblings from the room. While he was being ushered out, Jon managed to see Maester Pycelle checking the fallen man´s vitals.

"The King is dead" he announced, a little bit confused.

"Long Live the King and Queen?" answered Jamie Lannister, not knowing what else to do. Jon tried to see more, but Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur joined them in that moment, to take the royal children away from the place of their grandfather´s death.

-The day after-

"Well, at least he smells better than before" commented Rhaenys, wearing her best black dress. Jon nodded, feeling uncomfortable. As a northerner, he was educated in the Old Gods, not the Faith, so being in the Sept of Baelor made him feel like out of the element. And the southern pleasantries… well, at least no one expected him to be very talkative after witnessing his grandfather´s demise.

"Shh, Rhaenys" Lyanna whispered to her, wearing a very similar garment, only that she also used a black veil over her curls. "There could be people hearing."

"And? No one liked him, so as long as uncle Viserys doesn´t hear me…"

"There are still appearances to keep, daughter" Rhaegar said, sighing. He was tired after all the debacle his father´s rather unexpected demise brought, with him having to go to lots of urgent meetings with the small council and other things, but also relieved. As everybody in the Realm. "But don´t worry, soon we are going to get out of here."

"How? We are stuck here now that you are king" Aegon snorted.

"Well, this king wants to change how things have been going on since the Rebellion, so he ordered a Royal Tour" the man smiled, messing Aegon´s hair. "After the coronation, we are all going on a grand trip through the south all the way to Dorne, to visit your uncles" Jon was starting to look depressed. Dorne, great, more heat. He would die in such a warm desert. "The we take a ship back to the Crownlands and from there all the way to the North."

"Really? The North? That´s great!" Visenya said, hugging her father at the same time as Lyanna. Jon also smiled. The North. He was going home again. He was so happy that he the fact that he was going to visit Dorne first doesn´t bother him anymore. He would stand a thousand deserts to see Winterfell again.

And now, how are Jon and Sansa adecuating themselves to their new lives? Take into account that the conditions of the North and Crownlands have changed a lot, mainly because Aerys poor management of the Kingdom after the Rebellion. And as for why Ned is still alive, I will only say that Rhaegar managed to save some of the Rebel Lords. As for Robert, well... the Baratheon went up in flames along with a lot of Stormlands Lords. Anyway, hope you liked it! Review!