The White Wolf

by BIGT707

Jon Snow leads the free folk to reclaim the North as the King beyond the wall holding the duty of a Night's Watch first ranger guarding the realms of men. Jon Yara Euron and Moqorro sail west in search of Arya. In King's Landing houses of Westeros gather to discuss the future of their countries and kingdoms as a whole. Tyrion tells the Field of Fire story during Aegon's conquest.

6. Homeland

A/N: The Journey continues, as always enjoy the reading.

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Watchmen and Hornfoot workers hauled lumber structures off the furnished bridge dismantling sturdy construction scaffolds secured across the Gorge. Lines repelled bringing sediment and adhesive supplies assisting builders climbing over the ledge. Workers gathered admiring the newly refurbished bridge for travel. The rangers counted themselves fortunate supplies were stashed in the armory stretching miles underground. The disarrayed forts across the wall lacked materials to build foundations, Westwatch was an anomaly; the Watch's insufficient funds for buying or bartering in exchange for construction materials from southern third parties, independent contractors, and trade markets was a one way road.

Over the construction's course Hornfoots traded lumber and pelts for steel and ale delivering the wood from Frostfangs. On one of the first nights of the second week rangers requested wildling women causing bloody brawls throughout camp carrying over into the workdays prompting a Watchmen officer to remark witnessing the near death incidents walking along the half finished bridge, "we stopped killing each other, at our core we're supposed to try killing one another. One cannot exist in the absence of the other, chaos, peace—eternal enemies."

Jon fit the final stone slab in a refurbished column pulling on his ropes ascending to the bridge's rail taking the Lord Steward and First Builders hands. "You sure outdid yourself Halder, the Bridge of Skulls hasn't been reinforced in half a century." He said unstrapping the harness tossing it aside.

The first builder smirked throwing the knapsack full of rope over a shoulder, "the workers are gathered here cause of you providing the necessary workforce, I just drew the blueprint. It wasn't pretty at times but we needed the man power."

"The homegrown recruits out the North bolstered our numbers greatly. We were able to complete Westwatch and oversee the bridge's refortification in weeks." Hobb said adjusting his specially crafted three fingered glove.

"I've seen everything as a quarryman's son when it comes to building, restoring a historical bridge such as this has been unprecedented for decades." The tall and muscular Halder stated crossing his arms.

"Westwatch's exterior is redeveloped, the interior needs work its in shambles." Jon said. The first ranger thought Halder was strong enough to hold his own but easy to anticipate while Hobbs was the weaker of the two but could put up a fight having to scrape his way up from being a lowly cook to lead Steward. All three of them started in vastly different places then they were currently in.

"The men need to be accommodated with suitable living arrangements to man the fort or they wouldn't last a single season." Halder replied leaning against the stone rail, "good work got done we should take a few days to ourselves, especially you Jon."

"He's right, you look like you haven't slept in weeks. You've worked hard getting your hands dirty as much as anyone—you earned it." Hobbs offered scratching his balding scalp.

"I'll be alright there's vacant castles we have to reinforce to keep on schedule." He replied crossing his arms.

A roar of cheers caught their attention toward the bridge's center. "Appears the last stone was placed, now we can get the hell out of here." Hobb said tying a paper to a raven's talon sending it flying east.

"Rangers," Xander greeted beside his clan. "Seems everything's done. We will ride for the Frostfangs within the day."

"Might wanna delay that order chief." Halder said clasping the younger man's shoulder, "hear that Hornfoots? You're invited to the Watch's banquet, you all earned it." The Hornfoots and Watchmen traversed across the bridge heading to nearby Westwatch on mounted horses.

The workers left to Westwatch leaving the new bridge desolate in the middle of the Gorge, only one person remained behind. Jon didn't know how long he stood on the in same spot on the bridge facing north waiting for Benjen to appear. His uncle left him behind again charging the unknown. What would he find in the expanse of the Lands of Always Winter? Would he find irrefutable proof of the others return or return empty handed? His white stallion bumped him out his musings as the sun descended past the Gorge's low horizon stirring him to finally return to Westwatch.

On the outside Westwatch appeared abandoned displaying a heavy weathered infrastructure surviving centuries against wildling invasions. Arrows and spears lodged in the curtain walls made repair to certain parts impossible. Reconstructed towers overlooked the Bridge of Skulls offering a glimpse of incoming enemies miles away. Upon entering the courtyard it became apparent why Westwatch stood as an integral role in maintaining the order beyond the wall when properly manned.

The watchmen and wildlings through their work were able to reinforce: crenellations across the top of the shield walls, rotted walkways were replaced with new lumber ensuring secure footing in hazard zones, stone hoardings were set along the wall ready to ambush invaders from above using arrows or hot tar. Most work time was constrained to the bridge and certain sections of the fort. They were still in need of work on the great halls, gate houses, baileys, workshops, stables and living quarters to stay long term.

Halder overlooked the rowdiness below as tension rose between the two parties, "seems all is well; the banquet is wild, the refortifications are done, and there isn't an enemy in sight. It's nice your helping us for a change instead of trying to kill us."

"We would've won anyway," Xander said sitting across from the rangers, "I recall the battles my grandfather and father told me that took place here. It's nice to not repeat history even if we never get past our differences." The chief took the hot plate Hobb set out staring at the food widening his eyes.

"Eat as much as you guys want I made plenty." Hobb refilled their cups halting when Jon placed a hand over his quickly moving on to Halders.

Xander sniffed the contents pushing the plate toward Jon, "dog food."

"Not hard to tell why we dislike you guys. Its alright to admit since we're allies that your people have terrorized innocent lives over the years." Halder stated crossing his arms.

Xalder met the first builder's gaze, "not all of us are born that way. Have you stopped to consider why wildlings climb the wall?"

"There isn't any other reason cause it's what you are. We let you through and you kill, rape, and pillage. You're born savage that was how we were raised to believe south of the wall."

"I'm sure if you asked people in the Vale they would consider the threat mountain clans far more savage and dangerous." Hobb interjected.

"Those people don't stop killing when they don't have to. We raided south of the wall for centuries because of a manifesto, a belief in freedom. You tell the stories of wildlings as savages not the ones who tried to get across only to be killed. The southerners and the Watch denied us lives in society willing to confine us here. You can admit you and your mates enjoyed killing us." Xander said.

Hobb glanced between the two, "alright were getting—"

Halder slammed his cup on the table tapping a foot on the wood, "you won't say what it is kid. Go ahead, your people were oppressed? I'd call it discipline. Your people would've took all of Westeros if we didn't keep watch, its what Mance Ryder would've done."

"No its not." Jon spoke glancing up from the map of the wall's west sector, "Mance gathered forces to protect his people from the dead, we were an obstacle to that. He won, we were beat until Stannis and his calvary rode in. The only mistake he made during his tenure was not bending the knee."

"What's your point Jon? You're their king but you swore an oath to the Watch, titles don't matter. Don't admire a predecessor." Halder said.

"Mance brought an unprecedented army together to battle the dead potentially for the survival of his people. If a motivated army turned that will toward our forces we would've succumbed in days. Mance could've killed us sooner if that were his prerogative."

The wildling chief snorted, "Hiding on the wall warped your mind builder, Mance was smart enough to pick his battles, though unlucky to come across a Baratheon." Xander said folding his arms, "don't speak about our people, yours have disgraced themselves disrespecting their vow of celibacy inquiring about our women."

Jon clenched his jaw grabbing the ale pitcher in one motion pouring a full cup drinking away while the two continued their squabbling, "Does it bother you that your women prefer to fuck us then you savage filthy—"

Xander stabbed a blade into the table staring down Halder, "talk is cheap, you want to relive the past I'll oblige you."

Halder gripped his hatchet pinning the steel blade in the wood, "I'll kill you for a hefty price, you gotta be worth something to a buyer, you're a chief after all."

"I'll kill you here for free, right now—"

The table jumped off its legs with a kick from the first ranger. "Cut the shit Halder your rhetoric is something that doesn't have a place in the Watch anymore let the past die, forging ahead is what matters." Jon said pinching the bridge of his nose releasing a sigh hearing the argument go dead silent. He placed the map of the wall down on the unoccupied space for them to see. "our builders will leave here after a rest period collecting reinforcements from the Shadow Tower. They will ride directly to Nightfort joining Castle Black's team sent there a month ago."

"It will take no less than half a year to complete the Nightfort." Halder offered sipping out the goblet.

"Most of my men are warriors. They're hard workers, I'm sure some will exchange labor for supplies." Xander replied.

Halder grunted, "I'll consider it. We could use extra hands but we're barley hanging on in terms of supplies to reconstruct our fortresses. Wood can only sustain castle infrastructure for so long, we need pristine cut stone."

"Unfortunately our treasury fund is low too. We hardly receive taxes from the dwindling population in Queenscrown and the region as a whole." Hobb crossed his arms staring at the wall towering high above them turning to the King of the North, "would you consider it Jon?" Since the North is already aiding us we could ask—"

"No," the trio halted their movements at his denial, "the North has given us enough aid. Six other kingdoms denied any help, Westeros has her own problems and so do we."

"What do you suggest? We're stuck in quite the financial predicament." Hobb said.

Jon turned their attention to the gift territory encompassing the old and new border. "There's a two hundred fifty mile long three hundred mile wide unoccupied farmland surrounding Molestown and Queenscrown stretching from coast to coast. No one settled there in the past without protection from wildling invasions. Now that we're allies we can settle people to live there."

"If people settle there they will need lords to govern over them. Our jurisdiction isn't over citizens south of the wall." The Lord Steward said.

Xander smirked downing the watch ale, "the petty lords huh? If there's one person who can uproot them from their homeland its you."

Jon shook his head, "it's easy sitting here talking about it. I don't have any power to assemble the northern mountain clan leaders, they're loyal to the Starks."

Hobb and Halder exchanged a glance as the latter spoke, "you're close to the Stark family residing in Winterfell. You could ask the wardeness to gather the mountain lords."

"I'll consider it."

"Glad to hear." Halder pointed out the vacant ruins, "that still leaves us Sentinel Stand, Greygaurd, Stonedoor, Hoarfrost Hill, Ice-Mark, Deep Lake, and finally Queensgate on the western front."

"We have more work than capable bodies to fix it. Westeros fucked us over, nothing has changed from the previous regime for us, just another goddamn afterthought." Hobb said.

"Maybe not," Jon interjected, "I was too presumptuous to assume relations would change. Our problems are internal, the kingdoms can't solve them, only we can."

Halder sighed, "you're right. The Watch's core has been rotting away over the centuries as our pride has. Lords of the kingdoms don't show respect and find no honor in serving. However under Mallister things will change, he's proven so far to be responsible and accountable."

"He trusts our plan. We use the Nightfort as a primary base." Jon circled the castle dragging the quill pen across the map drawing lines toward their position and Castle Black. "Once completed we'll split our workforce in half. One squad works toward Shadow Tower the latter goes east to Castle Black."

"The plan for the wall's reconstruction is sound however we need funds if it's ever going to happen." Hobb said drinking his ale greedily refilling Xander's cup.

Halder finished duplicating the orders on a sheet tucking it in his cloak, "I'll be sure to spread the word about our objectives to my builders. Although I'm curious what do you have in mind for the wall's east zone? Aside from Eastwatch and Oakenshield the rest are in shambles, possibly worse conditions than the west."

"Don't worry about the east, we finish our work on this front." Jon said turning to a fast approaching crow emerging into the light.

Hobb caught it on his gloved hand taking the parchment wrapped around its talon. "One of ours. Why would headquarters send another one? I'm not even sure the one I sent earlier reached home base yet." He tore the seal unwinding the paper,

"Lord Commander says its urgent, he needs to see you right away."

Jon scanned the parchment staying silent for a moment. "There's no need to wait until morning." He threw on his cloak heading for the stairs.

"Your grace!" Xander leaned back raising his cup, "you need anything we will oblige, you know where to find us." The chief wouldn't forget the ranger riding into their camp returning with belongings of the descended brothers who volunteered to assist their king. Nobody bothered asking cause of death considering he lost his team. Whatever they encountered wasn't worth discussing, Jon wouldn't speak a word of it. Xander understood the silence he wasn't sure anyone would believe him even if he told them.

Jon descended the steps heading to the stables in the courtyard below. The lone ranger patiently waited for the gates to lift gripping the reins. "You plan on going out there without anyone?" One of the gate guards asked standing beside the horse.

There wouldn't be another squad serving under him if anytime soon after losing the four members under him. Everyone he tried to protect ended up dead due to his actions. "I don't need anyone," Jon said climbing on the horse, "its best that way." He rode through the dimly lit ice tunnel emerging into the moonlit night heading east.

Since the first scouting expedition began he'd been eager to prove the walkers weren't extinct—He found nothing. The Horn of Winter was the only physical proof of their exploits in the northern territory, still he was doubtful it would work. He could see it coming since their departure from new haven keep; gaining greater strength, dexterity, and durability didn't change their fates. What did Maester Ameon always say, 'insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result.' Had he gone insane? What was the point of gaining strength if he couldn't protect anyone. Killing never bothered him, losing people did.

Jon pulled the horse over near the tree line giving it's legs rest. He hopped off the horse unstrapping the sword belt dropping it heading for the nearest tree. He wasn't strong enough to protect anyone during the Long Night, he did nothing. Millions were burned in King's Landing reflecting back on him for failing Dany. He couldn't protect anyone, most of all his family and it pissed him off more than anything. A tree splintered from his punch tumbling to the dirt, he took off the glove letting the blood drip off his knuckles staining the snow. "Dammit." He slammed a forearm on the tree, "I'm going to get stronger, I will protect my family at any cost." Jon met his agitated horse halfway noticing bear cubs emerge from the moonlight stepping out in the open followed by an angered mother charging for him. He grabbed the blade belt as the pair evaded the charging animal jumping over fallen logs fleeing into the open wilderness.

The queen stallion galloped through the icy dirt riding along the wall heading east. Jon stared into the night pulling the reigns increasing their speed. There was nothing to fear from the darkness, as most wanted nothing more than to stay in a lit castle. He couldn't have cared less after seeing what lurked beyond the wall. Not a soul would believe him even if he spoke it into existence, men had to see with their own eyes otherwise he was another storyteller. He witnessed the damn things annihilate his band of warriors in mere hours yet refused to recognize them. It was easier convincing himself they all perished in a climbing accident, buried in an avalanche, or got lost in the winter land. He didn't want to remember the manners in which his comrades died, all horrific and painful at the hands of giant ice spiders.

The first ranger's eyelids fell as the sun appeared causing him to stir sitting up on the saddle pouring his canteen's contents on his face waking him fully. Jon glanced toward the horizon smiling at the wolfpack caravanning toward his position matching their speed. Ghost split from the pack's lead position giving a parting bark to the retreating wolves falling in line with the fiercely striding stallion.

His smile grew having his loyal companion at his side, "we'll catch up when we get to Castle Black. Let's see how fast you've gotten Ghost." Ghost pulled ahead of Jon releasing a bark, "you never disappoint me old friend." The two were in a deadlock heat refusing to stop as headquarters came into view.

Denys dropped the quill opening the desk drawer handing Jon another letter bearing the Stark sigil. "The wardeness of the North had this delivered sometime during the night." The Lord Commander as Jon's shoulders dropped losing their tension as he read the letter, "you're going home Lord Snow."

"I don't understand, its a formal request. You're dismissing me from the Watch?"

Denys nodded, "the council approved this morning, I'm discharging you for personal leave."

Jon scowled glancing at the letter tossing it on the desk, "with all due respect I can't leave my post. There's too much to be done; we're in the middle of the wall's reconstruction on the eastern front and refortification of our western forts." Denys folded the letter placing it at the desk's edge. "The free folk requested assistance establishing new settlements further up north near Thenn."

Denys scratched his gray beard leaning on his chair, "I didn't expect you'd show resistance, you made it clear during our last meeting given the opportunity you would go home to see your family." The commander crossed his arms, "I like you Jon, the Watch council likes you, I don't know anyone beyond the wall who doesn't however we didn't make this decision based off noble actions or popularity, as much as you hate to hear this, its politics."

"Does Westeros know about this?" Jon asked taking the letter into his possession.

"Im not positive, this isn't a need to know basis. Its my understanding the North is a independent kingdom. I'm sure she made this decision without consulting the other lords."

"When will I be summoned back?"

Denys shrugged, "I can't say for certain. We're at the queen of the North's mercy, she'll send you when she's ready. Barring an unforeseen event I imagine it will be awhile until we meet again."

"I made a vow to serve for all nights, I'm abandoning my post going back on my word."

Denys laughed surprising the first ranger, "the Watch is going to need you I assure you Lord Snow. Your dedication is awe inspiring, you're one of a kind." The Lord smiled slightly sitting up in his chair, "go home Jon, see your family. A man's duty to take care of their loved ones is the most important in life."

The elder was right, he owed his family to do everything he could for them as he had for the wildlings and watchmen. "I'm going home."

"Indeed you are. You're free to go Lord Snow."

"Understood Lord Mallister I'll be back sooner than later, I plan on going on a second expedition into the winter land."

Denys halted his document shuffling, "you want to head back? In your report it was stated you found nothing."

"I didn't look hard enough, Next time I'll find something."

"Do what you think is right. However I can't allow you to command a squad after the avalanche incident. The four rangers you led were well trained for the harsh conditions I thought. In any case its a little disheartening they died for nothing."

His squad mates didn't die for nothing. He would make sure when the time came the truth would be revealed. " I understand Lord Commander." Despite the trust they built since their meeting Denys wasn't an exception. He couldn't tell anyone without proof—Belief wouldn't be afforded to him otherwise.

"Good. Anything else Lord Snow?"

"No."

"You're dismissed. I wish you safe travel." Denys stood shaking Jon's hand, "Lord Snow." He called halting the ranger at the doorway, "that cloak your wearing isn't standard issue, it's Mance Ryder's cloak isn't it?"

"Aye it is. How did you know?"

"I commanded the Shadow Tower when he was stationed there as a ranger like yourself. When he returned from beyond the wall I gave him an ultimatum to burn it or leave the brotherhood."

"I wouldn't blame you if you told me that now."

Denys smiled, "no, the Watch changed its outdated thinking because of you. Besides you are more than just a ranger, to the free folk you're their king—It suits you, keep it. Although I would appreciate it if you wore your standard cloak on castle grounds."

"Thank you Lord Commander Mallister."

"Until next time Lord Snow."

Jon kneeled at his personal footlocker conversing with fellow watchmen about the reconstruction efforts. He took out the Stark furs Sansa made for him when they took back Winterfell from the Boltons. It was sewn to resemble his father's cloak, now it looked disheveled leaving it nearly unrecognizable from the abuse he put it through during his journey. He put on plain clothes strapping the fur cloak on placing the Watch's apparel in the trunk. He took Mance's cloak after a few moments of contemplation stuffing it in his satchel locking the trunk leaving the barracks behind.

"Ready to head home Ghost?" Jon asked turning to him as Castle Black's gates closed behind the duo. Ghost barked in response earning a smirk from the ranger, "alright, don't whine to me when you lose." The two dashed down the King's Road unwilling to lose their continued race.

The journey traveling from Castle Black to Winterfell wasn't short despite the Stark's ancestral home's northern location. Jon and Ghost covered roughly fifty miles a day breaking their trip into two weeks. The pair raced, hunted wild boars, and rested staring up at the stars decorating the sky. Jon folded his arms behind him staring at the sunset, unbelieving he was free south of the wall. He rested on Ghost's stomach relishing the snores from his companion. It'd been months since he last saw Ghost head off into the forest with his pack. He didn't have any doubt his friend grown stronger taking up the alpha mantle. He smiled as an overwhelming feeling came over him, "Almost home." He said falling asleep on Ghost.

The duo emerged from Wolfswood side by side staring at the familiar castle tucked in the distance basking in Sun's light. Jon and Ghost rode toward Winterfell unwilling to lose the final race's final leg.

"The wool, hide, and timber supply has been shipped to High Garden your grace. I received a raven moments ago, livestock, fruits, and grain are on schedule for arrival in the coming days." Hugo a senior advisor said bowing as his tall frame towered over the group.

"I'm glad to hear it. The Reach's food will keep the North fed for the foreseeable future until we can fully nourish people with our own crop supply."

"My queen the major northern houses unanimously informed us they will travel with the convoy tomorrow." Maester Wolken said catching up to the lady of Winterfell's strides.

"Every house is attending?"

"The exception being House Glover."

"Thank you for telling me."

"Open the gates!" Winterfell's small council turned toward the gate guards commotion at the front entrance, "the first lords are arriving already? They're earlier than expected." Another advisor inquired.

Sansa hesitated recognizing the familiar face descending a white horse greeting the Stark guards as they backed away seeing Ghost. The council stood in awe watching their queen lift her dress running for the Hunter's gate.

Jon smiled stepping through the citizens eyeing him curiously meeting Sansa's gaze as she halted returning his smile. She leapt into his arms holding tightly confirming it was really him. "You're home."

"I'm glad to see you again Sansa." He tightened his hold keeping her feet off the ground, "are Arya and Bran safe too?" Jon stumbled back catching her dropping his smile hearing Sansa's sobs buried in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." She cried holding him tightly, "I don't know Jon...I don't...Arya is..." Sobs came harder as Jon held her placing a hand on her back. There wasn't a doubt in his mind he was right where he needed to be. Jon refused to let go even as residents surrounded them witnessing their reunion.

Jon reread Arya's last letter setting it on the charted map of Westeros. The final words she wrote conflicted his emotions, 'I'll come back I promise, stay safe, don't come looking for me. I'll see you soon.' He folded his arms staring at the vast Sunset Sea separating the two major continents Essos and Westeros. "When did this letter arrive?"

"Almost a month ago," Sansa stepped to the table placing a hand on the letter tracing Arya's handwriting, "I should've told you in my last letter however I didn't want to worry you, I know how busy you are."

"I would've stopped what I was doing, this is more important than anything."

Sansa smiled warmly, "thank you for coming home."

"You'll never have to thank me Sansa, I'm here because I want to be." Jon turned to the map surveying the far east reaches of Essos. "Did Arya give any indication of where she was heading?"

Sansa shook her head sighing, "I asked but you know Arya. I'm not even sure she knew where she was going. The crew's navigator suggested they sail around Westero's southern coast to go east. She refused and I let her go knowing how dangerous it would be." Sansa shut her eyes placing a comforting hand on an arm, "I let my sister go into the unknown, worrying something like this could've happened, I'm an idiot."

"No you're not." Jon took his eyes off the map finding hers, "without you Winterfell would still be flying enemy banners or a pile of rubble. You protected the North as father would have wanted allowing us to live free even if it meant we weren't here."

Sansa's smile returned as she stepped closer to the map inquiring about Jon's scribbles. "Do you have an idea where she could've sailed to?"

"There's only two realistic places she could've landed since her departure." Jon circled two geographically distinct lands in opposing directions, "the saffron straits is the only way to Essos. I can only guess she chose between sailing to Ulthos in the south or the Shadow Lands up north."

"Where do you think she landed?" Sansa asked following Jon's quill tracing the lines over the map, "they're so far away, I can't imagine Arya made it to both."

"The Shadow Lands. Asshai is the only major city in the region. If she were on the original course I'm assuming she was heading to Qarth."

Sansa placed a hand under her chin, " I can imagine why Arya would want to visit the Queen of Cities." Sansa stared at the contemplative ranger as he drew another line. "This is my first time hearing about Asshai or the Shadow Lands."

"I've only heard stories, the ancient city is somehow always shrouded in darkness."

Sansa narrowed her eyes at Arya's letter wishing to see her sister again. "I can't help worrying about Arya Jon. I sent her out there with a crew not an army, she could be out there alone."

Jon met her eyes smiling, "don't worry Sansa. I'm going to bring Arya back no matter what."

The eldest Stark studied the him noting his changed demeanor since their last meeting. She was deeply saddened by his torment after killing Daenerys, seeing him in that state devastated her. He looked wounded, broken and it hurt more they couldn't do anything to help him. Now he seemed assured of himself more than before, growing even stronger after she violated the secrecy pact and the events following. She did it for Jon's sake and the love of her family, her gamble ended up being right but still ended up hurting Jon in the end. She knew he realized she loved him but still it broke a principle and more importantly a promise. "I am glad you're here Jon, its been a lot easier without you undermining me." She chuckled folding her hands.

Jon half laughed, "Aye I'm the one that undermines you," He said matching her chuckles, "it's good to be home Sansa. I'm happy to see you again." Jon took the letters placing them in his satchel, "that settles it I'll ride for Castle Black. I won't be able to bring any rangers. I should get Lord Commander Mallister's permission to commandeer a ship."

Sansa furrowed his brows, "have you ever set sail alone? How would you know where you're going?"

"No I haven't. I'll figure it out on the way, that's worked for me this far."

"Jon that's a terrible plan."

"It's the only one I got." He glanced at Sansa who failed to halt a smile unwilling to meet his gaze.

"Its not your only plan, wait here." Sansa walked to the table's other end shuffling through papers returning with a particular one. "Maester Wolken brought this to my attention only days ago from the Iron Islands. Yara and I were planning on traveling together to King's Landing for the festive convocation. She withdrew at the last moment because of threats sent to her doorstep. Her Dorne diplomat's head washed ashore a week prior, she doesn't feel safe leaving the islands unprotected until the culprit is dealt with."

Jon turned his attention to the islands on the map. "I'd do the same. Whoever is threatening is making it personal—they're trying to intimidate her." Jon folded his arms unable to come to a conclusion, "I can't think of any faction that would want the Iron Isles, there's a lot richer and less protected kingdoms." Whoever was after her held a deep personal grudge who the hell did she piss off?

"Whoever the culprit is they're an awful person. She requested assistance, I told her I'd help. Would you mind traveling there Jon? I'm worried about her."

Jon nodded, "I'll help her, she's Theon's sister. She was important to him so she's important to me."

Sansa placed her hands behind her back glancing at the fresh map markings. "Yara is one of the most experienced and skilled navigators in Westeros. She sailed every sea, I'm sure she would be willing to help you for your assistance."

The Wardeness held a gasp as Jon rested a hand on her shoulder, "brilliant Sansa, with Yara's help we have a really good chance at finding Arya." He turned back to the map scanning his eyes over the vast ocean separating the continents. His previous plan had chance of minimal to no success however with the Greyjoy's aid their chances increased exponentially. "I won't have an army and I can't bring the rangers outside their jurisdiction—" Jon paused noticing Sansa's stare, "do you have another plan?"

Sansa smiled standing beside the ranger, "I do. There is something I need to ask you first Jon—" The pair turned to the opening doors revealing a groomed Ghost in tow beside Maester Wolken.

Wolken bowed, "pardon my interruption your grace, Lord Snow. The council has gathered in the grand hall for our daily proceedings, citizens should be arriving within the hour."

"I see," Sansa picked up the wolf crown settling it on her head securely, "apologies Maester Wolken I must've lost track of time."

"Not to worry your grace we're still on schedule, I will await your arrival outside the hall."

"Thank you Maester Wolken."

Wolken turned bowing toward Jon, "it's great to see you again, welcome home Lord Snow."

Jon returned the gesture surprising the older man, "I'm glad to be back Maester Wolken. It's good to see you as well." The maester smiled warmly leaving the trio alone.

Sansa cradled the direwolf in her arms kissing the top of his head, "I missed you so much Ghost." She held Ghost's face nuzzling against his fur giggling at his comforting licks. "Jon what happened to Ghost's side?" Sansa questioned running a bare hand over claw marks scratched into his side.

"He was ambushed by a bigger wolf."

Sansa hugged Ghost tightly raking her hand through his fur running it along the missing ear and new lengthy scar, "poor baby, I'm really glad you're home too Ghost."

"He isn't a pup anymore Sansa, he leads a wolfpack as their alpha."

Sansa frowned standing to meet Jon, "maybe Ghost should stay here, he isn't getting any younger, he deserves to be free of fighting."

"Ghost will be fine. He's not an indoor pet, he needs to roam the wild."

Sansa held a hand over her mouth unable to contain her chuckles, "I could almost say the same for you Jon."

"What makes you say that?" He asked.

"I hardly recognized you at first glance, I wondered if you've been taking grooming tips from Tormund."

Jon scratched the lengthy beard, "I forgot I had this, the nights watch and wildlings don't care much for appearance."

Ghost nudged Sansa's leg whining to grab her attention, "you must be starved Ghost we'll go to the kitchen they'll have plenty to feed you. Come along you two."

The trio walked into the family compound passing the unoccupied rooms once housing the Stark siblings. "Sansa we passed my room, where are we going?"

"it's a surprise I think you'll like it." They stopped outside an all too familiar room at the far end of the compound past the common room and library. To Sansa the chamber had been a comfort for her siblings growing up, now it only brought painful memories. To Jon it was forbidden, he wouldn't dare enter without Robb or father.

"This is your room."

"No, its yours Jon." Sansa opened the door stepping aside to allow Jon to view the chamber. "Go on tell me if you like it."

He didn't waste time running a hand along father's oak desk he, Robb, and Theon would watch him work as acting warden exhausting himself into the day, they all hoped to do the same when they came of age.

"Do you like it?" She asked sitting on the bed furs.

"I love it..." Jon said taking one last look taking a seat next to her, "You're the lady of Winterfell and this is the lord chambers. It's only right you should have it."

Sansa shook her head, "I'm fine Jon, I moved into Robb's old room. This room isn't the same to me anymore after—" Jon grasped her hand silencing the words.

"I understand you don't have to tell me Sansa." He said releasing the hold on her hand relieved to see her sigh comfortably. "I've always wanted this room, you've done so much for me Sansa. I didn't think you'd want me to come back, your life would be better off without me after all the trouble I caused. I was relieved when you sent the letter for me to return even if I don't deserve—"

Sansa grabbed his hand squeezing tight, "of course I wanted you to come home. I want you to know you'll have a place here, always Jon." Sansa stopped herself from hugging him again. She wasn't sure he'd forgiven her and it was understandable if he didn't.

Jon hated being the cause of his family's worrying, especially Sansa's, she had too much on her plate. He halted himself from embracing her, he wasn't ignorant to his cousin's feelings about physical contact. He pulled her to her feet running a thumb over her knuckles, "thank you Sansa." Was all he could muster before letting go.

"Your welcome Jon."

Ghost stood off the floor eyeing the two curiously. He bumped Sansa sending her stumbling into Jon as he held her up glancing at Ghost glaring at them. "Are you alright Sansa?"

"Yes I'm alright." She held back a breath feeling the strong grip retract, "you've waited patiently Ghost, you must be ready for your treats the chefs made."

"Hang on Sansa—" Jon centered the silver crown adjusting it to the rightful place, "it suits you."

"Thanks Jon. It can be uncomfortable on occasion and a little much."

"It looks good on you. You're the Queen of the North, I should be bowing to you."

"Don't you dare Jon Snow." She chuckled placing her hands behind her back, "will you join us for dinner? The mountain lords are visiting to discuss territorial disputes since they weren't invited to the capital."

"I'd be a fool to skip a visit from the petty lords."

Sansa smiled stepping towards the door, "good, get some rest I'm sure your journey wore you out." She reappeared a moment later surprising the ranger, "one last thing Jon."

"What is it Sansa?"

"Hand me your cloak." Jon obliged giving her the worn furs. She examined the wear and tear for a moment before offering a smile leaving with Ghost.

Doing mundane tasks felt foreign at first. Months on the road traveling throughout the North didn't allow ample time for even relaxation or proper rest. Everyday he felt strained and tired having to adjust to a habit of making uncomfortableness his comfort zone. He was thrown into the fire beyond the wall fighting new conflicts that threatened peace. Winterfell's safety was a haven, giving a sense of contentment—He was home.

The ranger emerged from the washroom relieved he didn't have a line of rangers banging on the door to use the single latrine in the barracks. He ran a hand over the trimmed beard surprised to recognize himself in the mirror.

Jon passed the bed finding no need for sleep, Arya's whereabouts plagued the forefront of his mind. He sat at his father's desk reading Arya's letters detailing sights Yara could possibly recognize from her extensive experience on the sea. He took occasional glances outside recognizing the dying light. He lit candles illuminating his workspace continuing to draw lines down the map to fast track toward the Iron Islands.

The king beyond the wall left the room stopping a few doors down from the library at Arya's room. He placed a hand on the door knob debating to enter or not. He decided against it wishing Arya were here coming to dinner with him. Jon passed through empty corridors, noting the deafening silence. He would never get used to the quiet , growing up the halls were filled with chattering and laughter—Now it was all memories.

Sansa met Jon at the hall's entrance, you do have a face under there. I almost forgot what you looked like." She said smiling warmly.

"It wasn't that bad was it?"

"Looks better this way."

Jon's gaze roamed Sansa for a moment quickly finding the ceiling, "the wolf bit on your dress is a nice touch, it looks good on you. That wolf is familiar to me."

"I spent a lot of time making this one, I'm happy you like it. The direwolf is Greywind; It's fitting Rob and I's favorite color is grey, I made it in honor of him." Sansa linked her arm through Jon's leading him to the table, "did you rest well?"

"I got plenty of rest, feel a lot better."

"You need sleep Jon, you look exhausted."

"Aye since I shaved now I resemble a tired child." Jon smiled hearing Sansa's laugh wishing to hear it again.

"Where are you going?" She tugged on Jon's arm, "you're sitting next to me, not on the other side."

The northern lords raised their filled cups greeting the pair as they took their seats at the hall's table: Wulls, Flints, Norreys, Burleys, Harclays, Liddles, and the Knots clan leaders ate their full clamoring for more shoving past one another to gain food. Jon joined pushing their hands away from his plate as he took what he could before the lords' greed overtook the feast.

Sansa stared in awe having Jon back under Winterfell's roof eating as if there wasn't a tomorrow. "Don't forget to drink or you might choke." Jon snatched the cup she scooted toward him downing it in one go. "Its good seeing your table manners didn't change Jon, I wish they would feed you more in the Watch."

"Great to meet you in person," Brandon Norrey said across the table scratching the long beard, "some say you're a ranger, some call you the King beyond the Wall, most would call you a queenslayer—"

"What're you asking Lord Norrey?"

"We're asking who you are." Hugo Wull interjected, "everyone tells stories about you, how you're some type of God to the free folk, a once feared enemy among the clans." The large framed man spoke. It didn't take Jon long to realize he was the strongest of the bunch aside the hefty appearance hence his nickname 'the bucket.'

"I'm not a king, just doing the best he can to protect the people who can't defend themselves."

Hugo nodded to the others, "we had guessed as much Lord Snow, you do understand our trepidation's about the wildlings?"

"Your houses fought against their raiders for centuries, it's understandable."

"My lords, the wildlings are considered part of the North after their efforts during the Wight's Invasion. If they chose to live here then we'll accommodate them accordingly." Sansa said continuing to modestly eat her fill.

Hugo grunted unable to argue her point, "at least they ain't the Iron Born, wildling invasions are a rarer occurrence then the pain in the ass sea raiders."

"Pardon your graces," Lord Flint said from the table's end, "not more than a year ago my house and I fought raiders led by a wildling called Weeper."

"One of Mance's war chiefs."

"Aye the one who beheaded your brothers in arms and pillaged my branch houses." Lord Flint asserted a distain tone, "you made peace after Mance's death after the centuries of your brothers' blood spilled beyond the wall at their hands."

Sansa could see Jon's jaw clench as his hand tightened on the utensil, "I didn't care much for wildlings when I first joined the Watch. Mance spared my life after seeing what I saw, walkers beyond the wall. It was then I understood his reasons for gathering an army. The message was carried to Hardhome, Weeper died along with most of the wildlings there."

"Normally I would've opposed your plan, seeing you were bringing in women, small children, and a giant. The Night's Watch must've not been happy."

Jon grinned slightly at the irony, "they killed me for my decision." He didn't miss the lords' stunned expressions at the blunt statement, "Allistor Thorne rallied a loyal garrison to ambush me for doing what I was believing was the right thing."

"You did the right thing Jon." Sansa said offering a small smile in his direction.

The lords understood his reasoning, had they known the dead were marching to their homes threatening to wipe out all existence, their decision would be the same as Jons. Lord Flint broke the silence moving on from the past events, "Lord Mallister and I are close after thirty years of peaceful donations and reinforcements. He told me his initial thought commanding over you; aside from your fighting prowess he said, 'that young man ended a bloody thousand year feud conflict by dying for both watchmen and wildlings uniting the North beyond the Wall then putting his wishes and wants aside for the duty and love to his family. That's a true war hero people can rally behind, let alone soldiers in combat— an unstoppable force on the battlefield.'"

"That's an honor coming from someone as respected as Lord Mallister." Jon faced the lords settling his cup, "he was wrong about one thing, I'm not a hero." He said sending the petty men into a fierce debate about the Lord Commander's words.

"You are to me."

Jon turned to Sansa opening his mouth to respond, "Lord Snow," Torren Liddle called waving the long shaggy hair settling his hands behind him, "my son Duncan told me you went on quite the journey during your exile, he won't shut up about it in his letters."

Jon wasn't familiar with the first name, he only ever said his nickname. "Big Liddle, your son is one of the best rangers we have. I haven't seen him in months, he was sent to the Nightfort from Castle Black with the builder garrisons."

"That boy talked all about it in his letter. He took pride serving under you and protecting your body from Thorne and his loyalists."

Sansa smiled watching Hugo wrap a large arm around Jon's shoulders forcing him into their toast, "let us feast and recount tales about 'the Ned!'" Lord Harclay said.

"The Ned?" Jon asked turning to Sansa.

"That's their honorable name for father."

"I'd rather not be addressed as the Jon."

Sansa chuckled in a palm, "I prefer not as well." She stood refilling their cups happy to host her guests, "before one of you tells an age old story Jon has something to propose to you all."

The ranger halted mid-sip meeting the Lords' curious gazes, "I have an offer I want you to hear."

"Go on spit it out ranger." Lord Barley urged sipping the wine cup adjusting the eye patch to better cover the scar.

"The Night's Watch is more desperate than its ever been. When I left with the wildling caravan north I had requested reinforcements from the kingdoms of Westeros. I was unanimously rejected by everyone except the North. Thanks to our queen we were able implement a formed reconstruction plan on the western front."

"I see you garrisoned workers across the wall with limited supplies, soon to be insufficient." Hugo surmised.

Jon nodded, "the gift territory you live on the border of, Lord Norrey, Flint; its scarce population isn't enough to sustain a steady food supply, farming south of the wall isn't something the Watchmen could do."

"Don't get me wrong, what makes you think we would want to leave our land in the Wolfswood mountains to become low farmers in plots of empty land."

"You misunderstand Lord Wull. Fine by me if you want to live comfortable lives where you always have. However people won't settle without a lord's protection." Jon rolled out a map across their table end, "I need you guys to distribute which territory you want, there's plenty to choose from."

"We won't deny fertile land Land Snow, however we know you're not handing it over freely, if we accept what are the terms?"

"The thirty four percent of your taxes and a certain number of crops will be paid forward to the Watch instead of here." Sansa said following the newly arrived maester leaving toward the corridor, "if you'll pardon me my lords there are matters that need my attention." The mountain lords stood bowing to their queen leaving Jon bewildered in his seat.

"Excuse me a moment." Jon abruptly pursuing the Lady of Winterfell halting upon hearing their hushed conversation, "petty lords." He mumbled heading out the great hall.

"Sansa." Jon called catching up to her. Wolken went on ahead leaving them alone in the darkened hall, "you studied my map earlier, you knew I was going to ask about the gift."

"It was obvious the Watch needed the territory Jon. I received reports about the current state of the land months ago and couldn't find a solution until now. Besides this will benefit you and keep your men nourished during your construction along the wall."

"And the taxes? I'm taking revenue away from you and the North."

"Jon," Sansa almost chuckled his name, "surely you didn't track me down to argue over taxes?"

He narrowed his eyes toward the floor, "no its not that Sansa," she folded her hands over her abdomen attempting to read his features. Whenever Jon spoke she always listened sharply as he didn't waste words. "You keep helping Sansa, you've given me everything and I have nothing for you in return."

Sansa offered a warm smile stepping into the torch's light, "you owe me for nothing, you've done more for me than you'll ever know." She added the last part softer than the first, "taking care of my family is very important to me, I'll do everything in my power to help you guys."

"You've helped me more than anyone Sansa, thank you." It was all he could say after everything.

"You'll never have to thank me Jon," she placed her hands behind her back leaning to examine Jon closer, "you're hiding something from me." Sansa folded her arms, "you don't have to tell me, you're free to keep it to yourself I don't deserve to know—" She sighed tucking her arms underneath the dress furs, "I won't keep this in, you once told me we needed to trust each other..."

"What is it Sansa?"

"Bran's council rejected your request on his order. My proposal reintegrating you into Westeros was torn apart so I took the liberty of asking your lord commander for permission. Bran wants to leave you in exile out of Westeros, it isn't right."

Jon furrowed his brows crossing his arms, "its fine if he wants to send me back, I'm finding Arya first and bringing her home before that happens."

"I won't let them force you away. I will accept sanctions in their southern politics any day to keep my family together."

Jon felt relieved Sansa felt the same way about reuniting everyone, "would you be able to bring Bran to Winterfell? I haven't seen him in awhile."

Sansa hummed softly, "Bran is cryptic as ever even in his letters. He isn't the same Bran I used to know regardless I'll always love him. Then again none of us are the same kids that grew up in these walls ages ago." The northern queen grasped at her arm, "I don't think he wants to come home Jon."

"Can you ask him for me? Tell Bran I need to speak with him Sansa. If he truly wants me out of Westeros, I'll go when I see him one last time." Sansa didn't take her eyes off Jon's narrowed features. It wasn't hard to tell he wouldn't want to separate after reuniting them nor would Arya or her want him to leave. It hurt to see him sacrificing everything for them asking nor expecting anything in return—he was too honorable for his own good sometimes.

"I'll talk to him Jon although I'm not sure he will be happy you know?"

"Yeah, why's that?"

"I'm disobeying the king."

Jon laughed heartily leaning a forearm against the wall, "you're a trouble maker Sansa Stark."

"Speak for yourself, trouble finds wherever you go Jon Snow."

"Aye can't argue with that." He drew more attention indirectly everywhere he went. He felt peace being home talking to Sansa, it would be a relief to finally tell someone who would understand. "I saw Uncle Benjen Sansa, I encounter him up north during a scouting mission beyond the Frostfangs."

Sansa gasped holding a hand to her chest "you saw Benjen," her mouth fell slightly agape, "you told me he saved your life from the walker herd north of Eastwatch. You weren't sure if—"

"He's doing well Sansa. I'm glad he made it out alright. Benjen also saved Bran and Meera Reed during their trip south, he's always looking out for us even when he isn't around anymore. He asked how you and Arya were doing."

It was gratifying seeing Jon break from his usual brooding to rare exuberance, "I trust you told him we are doing well."

"I did. He was right Sansa. He said I would be needed here at home, I told him not to worry I'll protect you guys with my life."

"You're not the only one who feels that way Jon. I may not be a fighter but I want to protect you guys more than anything. When you and Arya return the lords will try to force you back north like a prisoner." Jon saw her fists tightening showing her anger, "I won't let them take you away from your home, I will do all I can to protect you."

"I already caused enough trouble for you Sansa and I don't want to bring more here to Winterfell. I'll return to the wall when the time comes."

Sansa narrowed her eyes toward her feet hearing Jon's submission to the council's demands, she'd be damned if they forced her family to their will. "What if you didn't have to go?"

Jon glanced at her unsure of what she meant but he gave his answer, "I'd stay if it were possible."

A small smile played on her lips, "good, it's official then."

"What's official?"

"You're the Warden of the North Jon."

The hallway stilled as neither moved letting silence fill the room. "Sansa, you hold the wardeness title, I can't take it from you—"

"You can and you will. you wanted to be named warden right?" Sansa saw the trepidation plaguing him, he didn't take her words lightly. "I realize you didn't want the Iron Throne. Since our conversation last time you told me you intended to ask for two things; an independent north and to be named warden." She sighed noting he was still unconvinced, "I could really use your help Jon, you know me I know next to nothing about military operations."

"Sansa—" He still didn't understand why she chose him. "You're giving me the most coveted position in the North when I don't deserve it."

Sansa placed a hand on his shoulder, "you don't derserve it Jon, you earned it. Without you the North would not be here either. You're not the only one who wants to do everything for their family."

"I'm still half-Targaryen, the northerners aren't ready yet."

"They're your people too," she removed her hand causing his stiffening to reduce some, "you were their king once with good reason, people follow you because of who you are."

Jon nodded relenting, she was right it was time to reintegrate himself with the people residing in the North. "I used to be a cynic throughout my life until seeing dragons flying overhead Dragonstone. When it was revealed who I was and who my parents were I became a cynic again. The time I spent beyond the wall I wasn't sure you'd want me back until receiving your letter. It kept me going during some tough times reminding me I have a home and family." Sansa searched the familiar eyes finding truth, he was a Stark at heart, "I thought you would've been happy to leave me up North in exile." He wanted to give Sansa something for her assistance in every facet of his journey up until now to show he was appreciative, "for all you've done I have nothing for you in return."

"I'm glad you got my letters I was afraid you wouldn't read them, and you don't owe me anything Jon." Sansa did miss having him around, in his absence it got lonely sometimes, "I remember growing up an optimist my young life, the moment we rode south I suppose I became a cynic like you. I never knew how you felt until then, it made me wish to see you again. I remained a cynic losing hope at one point I didn't know—" Jon placed his hand on her forearm calming her shaking, he didn't wish to cause her pain remembering the past. "Even when we reunited I didn't change...It wasn't until you emerged out a body pile charging to Winterfell from the Boltons. For the first time I had real hope, I was wrong Jon, I believe you can protect others, you can protect us."

He didn't want much more in life than to protect and please his family making them happy as possible. They had differences established between them disagreeing with one another on occasion. However their commonality was evident, the pair sought to reunite their family scattered throughout the world while spreading their own interpretations of justice to those that had none. "Alright Sansa. I accept being Warden of the North."

"You say that as if you had a choice Jon. I will start announcing the decision to the Northern houses when our convoy meet on the border."

"I'm glad you finally admitted it Sansa."

"Admitted what?"

"You need my help to rule." Jon said unable to contain a toothy grin.

Sansa's mouth fell slightly hearing his claim, "I-I don't need your help Jon Snow, I said I could use your help there is a difference, and stop doing that with your teeth, it's worrying!" She said attempting to pry his mouth shut to hide the smile. Jon unsuccessfully wrestled her wrists from his face matching her laugh.

Maester Wolken's halted steps separated the two as he bowed, "Your graces, I have prepared the Northern houses' proposals addressed to you for the small council, they're just waiting for your approval my queen." He bowed once more leaving them alone once more.

"Since you're officially warden there are a few things I need to go over before you leave. Visit the silversmith first thing in the morning then meet me in the Godswood. Sleep well Jon."

"Goodnight Sansa." Jon turned toward the hall meeting a pair of ruby eyes cutting through the darkness. Had Ghost been there the entire time? "There you are Ghost I haven't seen you all day, come on let's entertain the petty lords for awhile." He halted his walk as Ghost trotted past him leaving his side, "Ghost where are you going?" He walked to hall's end locking glancing up at the ranger, "alright go on then." Jon watched his companion leave unable to stop the forming smile.

"Ah Lord Snow you decided to join us again! Come sit, we're recounting tales of times we encountered the Ned!" Brandon Norrey said draining the mug's contents through his wooly beard.

Jon listened to the mountain clan lords tell their tales revolving around his late father. His interest piqued at Hugo Wull's story about his own father standing alongside Howland and Ned to fight Aerys the Mad King's kingsgaurd at the Tower of Joy. Theo Wull was killed in the Dorne Red Mountains proudly and loyally giving his life for the Stark family—for him.

He didn't bother announcing his newly acquired title to the lords, it wouldn't have changed their opinion of him. They were more eager to know his whereabouts in his time serving the Watch beyond the wall. "You guys really want to know where I've been?"

"We're practically family Lord Snow, since we are going to be neighbors in the near future tell us what us Lords are supporting our Watchmen for." Lord Flint declared barley sitting his skeletal frame up from intoxication.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." A smirk crossed his features as the lords were sent into a frenzy changing from their humored expression upon seeing the jet black tusk like fang in the ranger's hand.

"Thanks," Sansa offered a weary smile as Wolken replaced the dying candle with a fresh one returning light to the room. "I should be done soon, only a few more left."

Wolken sighed seeing how worn the queen was from her day, he hated seeing her refuse sleep. "It could always wait until morning your grace, we have some hours until our departure, rest would do good."

Sansa rubbed her eyes glancing at Ghost resting on a rug near the fireplace. "I've received every letter from the houses' letters across the North except House Glover. He sent imported stock reports and request a formal request for military aid."

The latter seems peculiar, it begs the question as to why he requested soldiers." She didn't think twice about Lord Glover's requests the moment he to chose to forgo the northern convoy riding to the capital. 'Perhaps it's because he isn't in favor of Jon returning, lest being name warden.' It was the right decisions she stood by. Telling the lords ahead of time he would accept the position at the last meeting was agreed favorably upon with exception being House Glover.

Sansa stood stretching her tense muscles, "I will finish the last few in the morning they are rather lengthy to read in candle light."

Maester Wolken gave a smile, "it has been a long day my queen."

"It has been for all us, you need sleep as well, I will see you bright and early."

"Yes your grace, sleep well." He bowed swiftly leaving the room. Ghost stood from his place near the fire trotting to Sansa sticking close to her hip.

"Let's get you something to eat, I'm sure you're hungry." She scratched behind his good ear leading him to his favorite spot in the castle. Sansa was content having Ghost at her side strolling the outskirts of Winterfell. Observing the community's night life became a favorite pastime since the Long Night. No matter what she went through or how her day played out she could always escape here for clarity. It got tougher when she didn't hear from Arya waiting for Jon and Ghost's arrival. She couldn't bring herself to cry until running into Jon when he inquired about Arya triggering the anxiety and sleepless nights she had worrying for her sister.

Ghost cut off Sansa's path halting her walk rubbing against her knee. Sansa cupped Ghost's face running her hands along his fur, "I'm feeling perfectly fine Ghost, everything is alright now."

Sansa and Ghost stood outside a doorway on the outward edge of the castle. An elderly woman opened up welcoming the queen in handing her brown furs and a small pristine sewing box. "It's all prepped and washed as you asked. I handled the lining making it salvageable, however due to my many years of experience I suggest buying a newer one." Olga said brushing her gray streaked hair. The short woman pat Ghost softly as he bowed his head toward her.

"That's okay Olga this is perfect, I can handle the rest." Sansa said holding the fur cloak against her frame.

Olga smiled setting out a water dish for Ghost tucking a loose strand behind her ear, "this cloak had reminded me of your father's. When returning from somewhere your mother would bring me his cloak to realign adding new furs before stitching it together."

"I do remember accompanying my mother on occasion, she would work tirelessly on it. She always said father loved his cloak dearly refusing to wear another."

Olga's worn features brightened, "I see. This is your cousin's cloak, that explains the poor condition of it when you first brought it to me."

Sansa ran a hand over Ghost's fur, "it is. Jon doesn't have much, this means a lot to him, for everything he's done this is the least I could do."

"I understand your grace, you wish to keep your family happy." Sansa nodded unable to contain a smile holding onto the cloak, "it's magnificent to see you smiling again, it suits you."

Sansa nearly dropped the dropped the cloak quickly regaining her grip, "I was smiling?"

"Yes very much." Olga placed her hands behind her chuckling softly.

The Lady of Winterfell stared at the cloak touching the direwolf sigils facing each other engraved into the leather strap. "Everything's going to be alright now." She said thanking Olga hugging the elder tightly.

Olga removed the bowl beneath Ghost petting him once more, "you should rest your grace you look exhausted. The trip to King's Landing will be tiring."

Sansa brushed stray hairs off her face, "I will certainly try, thank you for all your help Olga I shall return your needle and thread in the morning."

"It's quite alright dear I will see you upon your return."

"Thank you again, goodnight Olga."

"You're very welcome, goodnight my queen."

Sansa and Ghost resumed their stroll through the castle grounds greeting late night passerby's enjoying a quiet moment. The pair passed the desolate great hall being cleaned and sanitized by workers. She figured Jon and the other lords were long asleep tiring themselves out from their feast.

The pair found their way back to the Stark common room settling near the fireplace, "up Ghost, sit with me." The direwolf set his head on her lap while she began work connecting the old furs to the new ones restructuring the war torn cloak. Sansa hummed melodically using the fire's light to intricately weave its individual stitches together. "What is it boy?" She asked as Ghost's attention drifted toward the hall before returning to her. "You're worries about Jon aren't you? He's fine, he is probably dead asleep by now, you two had a long journey after all—" Ghost leapt from the cushioned lounging couch slowly walking down the compound's hall. "Ghost where are you going?" Sansa settled the cloak trailing the direwolf.

"Jon is sleeping Ghost, I assure you he is fine." Sansa said placing her hands on her hips as Ghost whines rubbing against her leg before clawing at the door, "Ghost don't," she sighed folding her arms, "I'd rather not disturb Jon's sleep but if it will prove he's perfectly fine."

Sansa opened the Lord's chamber door seeing Jon laid in bed at the far end. "See Ghost nothing to—" Sansa held a hand to her chest hearing a growl echo across the room. She glanced at Ghost confirming it didn't originate from him. Sansa stepped toward the animalistic grunts emerging from the darkness. She threw a hand over her mouth seeing Jon's scars illuminated in the moonlight engraved deeply along his torso. The stabs wounds were still visible as well as large claw marks similar to Ghost. The sheets beneath him were soaked as sweat fell from his shivering body. "Oh Jon." Was all she could murmur watching his knuckles turn white gripping the bed unable to keep still. Sansa met Ghost's gaze; had he wanted her to see this? The pain Jon went through every night hiding it from the world.

"No, no! I-I'm sorry..." Jon rolled his head to the side gripping the sheets. His teeth gritted emitting another growl thrashing around, "I'll protect...Have to...Protect."

Sansa wiped at her eye holding in the urge to cry seeing him in this condition. During their childhood days she avoided him like a plague as the years passed. She could recall their last conversation before they separated eventually reuniting at Castle Black:

"I can't believe the prince and future king of the seven kingdoms is visiting Winterfell in a few weeks. I heard Lord Stark is good friends with his father Robert Baratheon, is there wedding bells perhaps?"

Sansa nudged her best friend Jeyne Poole sharing a giggle with the brunette "oh hush its much too soon to speak such things, but I hear he is stunningly handsome." The girls squealed holding each other's hands disturbing a nearby trainee.

Jon halted his training ceasing his fast swings on the practice dummy, "can you two find someplace else to gossip it's distracting."

Sansa rolled her eyes, "ignore him." She continued giggling beside Jeyne. Jon stopped minutes later unable to take their childish gossiping any longer. He caught most of Sansa's badgering of her birthplace propping up the South's potentially greener grass.

"If you want to leave the North behind just go already." He said turning toward the castle armory.

Jeyne chuckled at Sansa's bewildered expression as her mouth fell agape from Jon's rare outburst, "yeah well I hope you stay far beyond the wall, no one will miss you when you're gone y'know."

Jon halted gripping the sword tighter before his shoulders slumped as he left the premises, "harsh." Jeyne said playing with the hem of her turquoise dress.

"Don't worry about him, he's a bastard. I'll probably never see him again, he's not my family."

Sansa's tears fell on Jon as she reached a hand out wishing to take away the pain he suffered through. "Jon..." Her voice was barley above a whisper drowned by his panting grunts. Her hand traced the long claw mark reaching the old stab wound directly above his heart.

Jon yelled snatching her arms causing her to silently gasp unable to create a sound noticing something she didn't recognize brewing beneath his eyes. It disappeared when Ghost barked appearing at her side. Jon released Sansa immediately reeling back collecting his breath, "Sansa..." His brows furrowed realizing what he could've potentially done, "Sansa did I—I'd never hurt you I'm—"

Sansa leapt at him wrapping her arms around his neck, "Jon I'm sorry, I had no idea you were holding in so much pain." Jon didn't move glancing at her closeness before falling into her shoulder. He hugged her unable to calm the shakiness running through him. "How long has this been going on?"

"It started after journeying beyond the wall with the free folk caravan. I can't forget what I saw up there Sansa, losing people never gets easier, I regret those I couldn't save..." Jon held onto her like a lifeline, "I was almost out there too long Sansa..."

"You're home now Jon. You need rest, perhaps you should stay here a few more days, I'm worried for you."

Jon held tighter shaking his head, "don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'm going to bring Arya home, I swear it." Sansa caught Jon's weight as he fell limp against her passing out from exhaustion.

She wasn't sure how much time passed as she sat on the bed holding Jon's still form. Whatever it took for him to get a restful sleep she would do even if it required her to stay like this the whole night. A smile formed hearing his breathing even out indicating he was in a deep sleep. Sansa laid Jon on the pillows tucking him in.

Sansa stood not taking her eyes off his peaceful features contrasting greatly from the discomforting expressions earlier. She couldn't hold the hot tears sliding down her cheeks. It was her who orchestrated the mountain clan lords to meet with Jon having an intention to help. Instead she only caused the ranger pain forcing him to recount his adventures beyond the wall for the petty lords entertainment. She knew Jon well, he remained most true to himself out of their family after what they went through over the years. He rarely talked about his exploits, often for good reason and it was her fault he relived his trauma unable to be at peace. "No matter what happens, whenever you go, I will always worry for you Jon."

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"Consider me surprised you chose the cheapest and most common form of under armor, I would've suggested leather or better yet chainmail armor." Asher the aged silversmith said throwing aside his charred apron.

"Maintaining mobility is crucial in battle, I can't afford to be a walking target even if given reinforced armor." Jon said tucking in the the black clothed armor tying the loose strands tightening it.

Asher ran hand through the balding scalp scratching his large belly showing Jon the mark two armor. "In that case enjoy this breastplate my team made especially for you." The silversmith unveiled the familiar Stark armor handing it to the ranger. He held the breastplate tracing the two wolf heads joined at the center. "We made it from scratch and the frame from the last model. We developed and tested this steel to withstand impacts without deforming permanently. First it was experimental, the base material started out an amorphous steel alloy composed of some promising sub classes of metallic alloys originating all over Westeros. Fortunately we ended up settling on iron as another component. Long as you don't take a direct him from a cannon the armor will hold out through most of anything while providing sufficient maneuverability." Asher said pulling the leather buckle straps on the shoulders fitting Jon to the new armor.

"This is a considerable upgrade compared to the last incarnation, I find this far less stiff."

"Glad it's to your liking Lord Stark."

"I'm not a Stark—"

"Many don't see it that way. Especially since you're wearing this." Asher tapped the gleaming steel proudly, "in the world's eyes you're a Stark."

Jon shook the elder's hand departing the silversmith work area heading toward Godswood. Winterfell's residents stared in awe witnessing him stroll through castle grounds in shiny new armor differing from his humble ranger appearance a only day earlier.

Sansa stood besides Ghost smiling at the sight of Jon emerging from the tree line. "You look better like this even if black is your color." Sansa said glad he resembled how she remembered, "I see your armor fits well."

"It's lighter than the previous one, I should be able to move around a bit more."

"Good, I wanted to make sure I took into account your critiques about the previous model." He hadn't realized until now she listened to his random ramblings in their previous casual talks. Sansa held the furs tucked in her arms for him to see, "this is yours by the way."

Jon took the cloak holding it up unable to stop the smile spreading across his face. "It looks brand new Sansa, I can't believe you did this in a night, even the straps are replaced." He couldn't throw the furs on fast enough.

Sansa tucked her arms underneath her own, "you remind me so much of father, he used to dress in the exact attire."

"I can never live up to him, I just hope he's proud of me."

Sansa stepped closer scratching Ghost's good ear, "of course he would be proud Jon," she glanced at the heart tree's blood red leaves, "you shouldn't change Jon, being you makes, you—you." She froze as he stood arm's length grasping her hands examining them.

"You hurt yourself fixing my cloak." He said focusing on the small cuts and slight bruising decorating her fingers.

Sansa pulled her hands away hiding them from him, "I'm fine Jon, there are more important things to worry about."

He nodded understanding minor scrapes were the least of her concerns. "I missed coming here, this used to be father's spot. No matter what he went though he could always find peace here."

"My mother would find him beneath the heart tree whenever he was absent. This old place has become my sanctuary too." Sansa, Jon, and Ghost turned to the gates slamming open in the distance followed by a horn sounding off. "The northern houses are arriving. There's one more thing I need to show you." She said gesturing the pair to follow.

Sansa halted at the top stair stepping aside allowing Jon to view the Stark army assembled in the courtyard. "You're the military man, what do you think?"

"Impressive. They're well armed and look fully nourished, however they're young Sansa. Most if not all are boys." The Watch's recruits were far from kids. Most had the right amount of life experience to be held accountable as men under the court of law. Choosing between a life of crime or being a disgrace to house obligations in turn losing out on inheritance. "They've never seen a battle."

Sansa ran her gaze over the forces, "no they're very inexperienced. The northern army you marched to King's Landing with retired from service. We've remained peaceful since, only needing an army for protection."

"I understand this is more than I could ask for Sansa, beats going at it alone."

"I am never sending you alone anywhere."

"I don't want to leave you alone either," Jon kneeled embracing Ghost, "look after Sansa until I return with Arya, though I'm sure you would even if I didn't tell you to." He said running a hand through the snow white fur.

"You're leaving Ghost with me?" Sansa arched her brows staring at Jon as he met her gaze.

Jon nodded, "yeah its for the best. He isn't a fan of the water he'd probably get sea sick pretty quick, besides I'm starting to think he likes you better." He narrowed his eyes at the resting direwolf.

Sansa held a hand over her mouth, "Do I sense someone is jealous?"

"I'm not jealous." Jon seethed folding his arms, "I just don't want him being coddled and spoiled. He can't sit around eating all the time, he needs to keep shape as an alpha."

Sansa chuckled linking her hands in front of her, "you have nothing to worry about. Its a long journey south I'm sure he'll find time to exercise."

Jon petted Ghost as his companion stood by his side. "I know I don't have to tell you twice; be on your best behavior, stay close to Sansa." He gave a final pat turning to Sansa.

"Travel safe Sansa. I want nothing more than to come along to protect you. I'd feel better if I was."

"I know," a smile graced her lips causing his eyes to widen, "I feel better now that Ghost is accompanying me. You don't have to worry yourself over me, besides you're needed elsewhere."

Jon stood arms length offering a smile, "no matter where I am, what I'm doing, I'm always going to worry about you Sansa." A horn blasted once more as the castle gates opened drawing their attention, "the next time I see you, I'll have Arya with me. I'm bringing her home Sansa."

"I believe in you Jon."

Jon gave a final glance one descending the steps meeting the army's lieutenants as they began familiarizing Jon with the respective regiments. He waved to Sansa and Ghost which went quickly returned as they watched him disappear into the crowd. "He will be fine I'm sure of it." She smiled warmly placing a hand on Ghost, "we have a long journey ahead ourselves shall we greet the lords?"

The Vale army rode through the East gate passing the Stark army. Their armor and shields boasted a white falcon volant and crescent moon on a blue field. The two armies hollered at each other sizing one another up. The Stark soldiers displayed the grey direwolf on a white field engraved on their shields and armor not backing down from the better equipped Valemen. "Once we leave Winterfell we will travel southwest to Torrhen's Square collect our ships and set sail on the lake to Saltspear into Blazewater Bay. From there we should be able to reach the Iron Islands in the least amount of time." Jon said rolling up his map dismissing the lieutenants to their garrisons.

"Lord Stark!" Jon distanced himself from the yelling armies facing the familiar voice "it really is a pleasure to see you again." An older tall man said shaking Jon's hand firmly.

"Lord Yohn Royce, it's been awhile."

"That is has Lord Snow, that it has." The Lord of Runestone offered a smile, "from what I've heard your time beyond the wall has been most interesting."

Jon nodded, "you heard right Lord Royce, isn't easy being considered a king to the free folk and ranger keeping the peace."

"You have all my respect for shouldering the responsibilities you are now." Yohn ran a hand through his gray hair commanding an officer to escort their regiments in the castle away from the Stark forces. "I must apologize for my words the last time we met. The wildlings are just as much part of the North as any northman, I was wrong—"

"You're not the one who felt that way Lord Royce. I realize not everyone will change their mind, hearing one person has is enough, one at a time."

"I assure you Lord Stark I'm far from the only mind who's changed. You shattered old mythos surrounding the Targaryens, you're a hero in Westeros."

Jon glanced at the two armies separating from their scuffles disentangling their weapons, "I just hope the people in north will accept me again."

"In time they will see you as they had your father. As warden I have no doubt you'll help the North bringing justice to those that need it like you're doing beyond the wall." Yohn said.

"I'm honored to be mentioned in the same breath as my father, he was the greatest man I knew. What makes you think I can fill his shoes?" Jon asked folding his arms.

Yohn Royce folded his vale cloak showing his Runestone clad armor, "when your father became Jon Arryn's ward we both bonded through hunting becoming friends over the years. You remind me of him at this age. Also my youngest son served in the Night's Watch giving his life honorably. Seeing as you're the first ranger I trust your judgement Lord Snow."

Jon hadn't known Yohn well yet respected his word. He was a friend of his father and rallied the Vale bannerman to fight under Sansa in their battle to take Winterfell from the Boltons. He opposed Littlefinger placing mistrust in him the moment the cunning man seized power in the Eyriee earning a great deal of trust from the northern warden. "That means a lot comin from you, hope I live up to it." He said tucking himself in his cloak for warmth, "I'm sorry for your loss, Waymar was a good person." Yohn met Jon's gaze hearing his late son's name spoken. "On your way to the wall you both rested here a few days. My brothers and I talked to Waymar in the training yard. Me and him served at different times but he gave me a certain hope that night."

"What was it?"

"Becoming a ranger for the Nights Watch was all he ever wanted to be. Hearing those words coming from a young lord as a bastard meant everything, paving the way for me a few years later."

Yohn held back an unshed tear sharing a warm smile, "To hear you say that means a great deal Lord Stark."

"Lord Snow is fine. Wearing the armor doesn't make me a Stark."

"Aye you're right, it's what lies underneath the steel. You were born a Targaryen and grew into a Stark, knowing your father as I did he'd be proud to see you take up his mantle."

"I can't take any credit. Without the Lady of Winterfell I'm just another soldier in shiny new armor."

"With all due respect I tend to agree with that notion Lord Snow." They shared a laugh catching each other up to speed on their time since Bran was crowned. "My son Waymar would've been honored to serve alongside you in the Watch as he was with Jeor Mormont. My elder boy Robar would've equally guarded you instead of Renly Baratheon seeing as you were the rightful heir."

"Your sons were proud, they died for what they believed in, I did. I'm going to die again someday after I bring Arya home."

A carriage pulled by eight horses riding beside a tall Shire carrying Robin Arryn stopped outside the gate passing traffic through Wintertown. "Lord Royce, Lord Snow have you two been getting alone nicely while waiting for me?"

"Lord Snow meet Robin Arryn Lord of the Eyrie and Warden of the East."

"Jon good to meet you Robin." Jon never missed a chance to gauge strength from the simple gesture of greeting. Despite Robin's superior armor there wasn't a way in seven hells he'd beat him.

"Same to you Lord Snow. You're wearing Stark armor, your back in Westeros I take it."

"Not for long, I'm returning to the wall soon I reckon."

Robin removed his gloves placing them on his hilt, "you're returning to your kingdom, the first ranger and king beyond the wall, and now warden of the North. I hear your the greatest swordsman anyone up north has seen."

"You askin for a fight?"

"I'm warden of the East, lord of the Eyrie-"

"Yeah Paramount Lord, why not have a duel between wardens."

Yohn stepped between the combatants glancing between the two, "Lord Snow the journey has been draining, Ser Robin needs time to—"

"I don't see why not." Robin placed the gloves on running a hand through his brown bangs. The soldiers stopped their movement gathering around the wardens. "My armor is superior ranger, I'm able to take far more damage than you, not to mention I look better in mine." The east warden's armor resembled a gold cloak with the exception of the blue plates and cape decorated in House Arryn's sigil. "You will regret the day you challenged me." Robin unclipped the cape tossing it aside onto the resting Shire.

Robin drew his sword handing to a young ward who quickly pulled out a whetstone sharpening the blade. "I'm undefeated in the Eyrie tournaments, I've grown quite bored in recent months. Slaying mountain clans can grow quite weary after awhile."

"Why slaughter them? What did they do to deserve it?"

"The savages rejected my peace talks unanimously, their philosophy poses a threat to the Eyrie. They seek to retake the land they lost years ago refusing to simply abandon their ridiculous manifesto. They chose their way killing whomever they please, what would you do ranger?"

"I wouldn't slaughter them, there's better ways to handle it. The Night's Watch is always looking for soldiers to guard the realms beyond the wall."

Robin laughed adjusting his gloves, "don't be too sure of yourself, not everyone is so willing to serve an outdated oath. The Watch must've got lax on their devotion since you're carrying a prestigious title."

He couldn't deny the Paramount Lord's statement, the previous Night's Watch leadership would've denied him an exit condemning him for his current actions. "Times are changing, nobody is above service to the Watch, second chances are our speciality." The humor faded from his expression, he had a purpose being here, "even if I had to abandon my oath, I will give up everything to protect my family. I have to bring Arya home no matter what."

Robin took a caution step back realizing why Jon was feared and respected among peers and enemies. "I heard rumors of our cousin's disappearance. I understand you care about her missing she's your family after all. I'm curious however, what makes the Queen in the North have so much faith in you? Does she believe you can really find wherever she vanished to?" He asked snatching the newly sharpened blade out of the ward's hand.

Jon couldn't keep a smirk etching across his features, "let's fight already, don't waste time."

"I wouldn't get too prideful ranger, I've been trained by the finest swordsmen in the Vale."

"Have you killed someone before?"

"What kind of question is—"

"By your own hand not a command given to another." Jon rested a hand on the new scabbard noting the spectators gathering around.

"Robin perhaps you should reconsider—" Yohn started.

Robin held a hand up silencing the lord, "I intend to win this duel Lord Royce, there isn't a better way to establish myself as a world class swordsman."

Robin broke out in a sprint toward Jon raising his sword aiming it at the ranger's head. Jon evaded the fierce swing side stepping out of its path keeping Longclaw sheathed. Soldiers from both factions were steeped in fascination witnessing the North warden's lightning counter reflexes. Robin's sword whirled wildly missing its intended target by a mile. "Stop this farce duel and fight me Lord Snow!" The East warden shouted seeing his opponent's weapon remain idle.

Jon glanced at the angered Paramount Lord placing a hand on the white wolf, "so be it, don't regret this when you die." He was a predator stalking its prey sensing the heightened fear from a mile away. Robin wasn't any different from any other opponent he'd encountered. His big runny eyes hesitated as he lunged aiming for Jon's head once more.

Robin's sword tip landed in the snow feet away from where they stood leaving him with a half broken blade. "You wrecked one of the finest swords in the Vale, that sword you're carrying, it's Valyrian."

"Aye it was given to me by my first lord commander Jeor Mormont." Jon sheathed Longclaw in the scabbard helping Robin to his feet. "I'm not gunna kill you."

"I'm thankful for that otherwise we could have a war on our hands." Robin smirked discarding the broken blade, "you're as strong as the rumors say, there's no way I could've matched your strength."

"You're on your way. I can't call you a coward, most men would've ran the other way and not spared a glance. Train more, and most importantly refine your skills in live fire otherwise they will waste."

Robin frowned kicking the dirt beneath his boot, "no matter what is done I won't be able to match your sword prowess." His grin returned removing the gloves, "I look forward to challenging you in archery and jousting."

"Jousting?" Jon held in a laugh shaking his head, "isn't that a competition for girls in dresses?"

"You really are a soldier rather than a lord it's quite refreshing to say the least Jon. Its the lords' pastime to settle differences when political discussions failed: territory, marriage, pride is at stake in front of the competing houses. It's a shame you won't be attending the King's Landing festival, there will be all types of fierce combatants gathered from around the continent."

" I don't have time for any of that. Besides those are games, even tournaments are horses shit."

"I thought you of all people would love a fitting pit tournament Lord Snow." Yohn inquired.

"When I fight someone I want it to be for real. A tournament would only expose my tendencies making it easier for opponents to pick up on my style."

"Spoken like a true Stark. I do intend on defeating you in the next tournament if you're up for it." Robin grinned taking the newly glistened sword from his ward.

"Whatever you say." The trio turned to the Vale commander pushing through the parting soldier lines towing his horse.

"Lord Arynn, Lord Royce apologies for my tardiness, our remaining forces are on their way—" The knight halted staring at the ranger clad in Stark armor removing the winged helmet showing off sandy blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and a sharp jaw, "Jon Snow the queenslayer and king beyond the wall, I've been looking forward to this for some time. Harrold Hardyng of house Hardying, Waynwood, house Arryn's first valeman. He placed the war helmet on revving the nearby forces up, "I'm going to see what a Stark is made of today when I bash your brains in."

"Lord Hardying this isn't the time—"

"Harrold Hardyng House Arryn's shield has been eager to fight against you Jon." Robin said instigating a duel between the two.

Jon didn't care the opponent standing in his way, he would fight everyone the same knowing only one speed. Harrold was the type he detested growing up. Something about knights from a noble house made his blood boil. "My army leaves in seven minutes. Don't waste my time."

Harrold removed the circular quarter patterned shield off his back displaying his personal heraldry: half shares the red and white arms of House Hardyng and Waynwood's black and broken wheel resting in a green field, the other half is dedicated to the moon and falcon sigil of House Arryn. "I'm the Vale's strongest knight, from what I gather you're the best the North has to offer."

Jon drew Longclaw raising it toward the knight, "you're going to need more than an overdecorated shield to beat me."

The falcon shield charged slamming repeatedly against Longclaw meeting the ranger's forceful swings head on. The shield whirled through the air smashing against Valyrian steel. Jon slashed the shield several times countering lunges unable to break through Harry's defense. The Vale warrior kept the ranger at a distance unwilling to match the sword's intensity any longer. Not once had he used a sword, the shield is his only, and greatest weapon.

Harrold stared behind the falcon shield frustrated facing a man surpassing his reputation. He zig zagged kicking up dirt clashing against Longclaw booming an echo throughout Wintertown. Harrold stumbled back countering Jon's parry barley guarding against the momentous strike reverberating his shield. Longclaw's slashes deflected off the steel holding its ground against the shield's assault.

"We should stop this before it gets out of hand Lord Arynn."

"No need Lord Royce, it seems this fight is coming to a rousing finish."

The falcon shield smashed into Longclaw testing the ranger's grip. Jon held firm as Harry approached raising the shield high slamming into the blade sending him skidding. "There's good reason I'm being sworn in the Kingsgaurd. I'm one of the fiercest fighters in my country, I'll show you why they call me the falcon!" Harry reeled the shield hurling it through the air.

Longclaw met the rotating shield unable to keep the momentum pushing him back digging his boots in the snow. The shield picked up speed spinning faster igniting sparks onto Longclaw pinning it against his chest. With a forceful shout Longclaw redirected the shield sending it crashing into a trading cart smashing the wood to pieces. Jon grabbed Harry's wrist halting the dagger attack throwing him back. He sheathed Longclaw pulling out a hunter's knife approaching the knight.

The spectators watched in awed silence as the two heavyweights exchanged knife jabs at arms length distance, "without your shield you're an average fighter."

Harry grimaced gripping the blade tighter, "the falcon shield should've broke your sword and every bone in your body." He stepped out of the knife's way slashing toward the ranger forcing Jon to strike his wrist tossing Harry over him. Jon evaded the dagger's lunge wiping the blood trickling off his cheek stumbling out of the way.

Jon avoided another lunge grasping his outstretched arm kneeing Harrold's elbow hearing a crack forcing the knife to drop. "It wasn't my sword that stopped your attack, if you haven't realized that you're never going to kill me, it won't happen—Not like this!" Jon struck a palm in his chest sending him crashing through a vendor's booth. Harry emerged kicking the debris aside tackling the ranger past a nearby fence releasing livestock into the road. Harry retreated grabbing his shield confronting the approaching warden as he clutched his sword eager to continue the duel. They broke out into a run raising their respective weapons charging one another head on.

Robin and Yohn stepped between them abruptly halting their intended attacks. "Move the hell out of the way, this isn't over!"

"With all due respect remove yourself from my goddamn path Lord Arryn so I may finish this bastard!"

"Stand down Lord Hardyng, we've seen quite enough." Robin said turning to Jon who placed Longclaw in its scabbard, "as for you warden bravo, nearly beating a kingsgaurd is a world class feat."

"I didn't win because of you."

"Don't blame the draw on them ranger, we will fight again and I swear the result will be different." Harry said removing the winged war helmet waving golden curls leaving with his garrison.

"Impressive Lord Snow, he's one of the top fighters in our land, hell in all Westeros. Harrold was hand selected by the king personally, perhaps joining would be best to avoid excommunication." Yohn said standing beside the East warden.

"My concern isn't what happens to me, my focus is on finding Arya. It starts with the Iron Islands, supposedly a threat is paying them a visit."

Yohn whistled to a Vale commander sending for him, "how many soldiers are you commanding Lord Snow?"

"Fifteen hundred."

"Take five hundred Eyrie soldiers with you as a show of good faith." Robin said noticing the Stark warriors await the warden's presence.

"Don't worry about giving them orders, the Vale is a supporter of the North," Yohn clasped a hand on his shoulder, "the way you fought Hardyng, any soldier in any army would fight alongside you."

Jon nodded shaking Yohn's hand "I'll be sure to bring them home, however there isn't a timeline on how long we'll be gone."

"Take as much time as need Jon. I haven't had the pleasure meeting Arya, though I wish to save her too, she's family after all." Robin said.

Jon shook Robin's hand, "I'll find someway to repay the favor when I get back."

"It's no trouble at all Jon. We're cousins, someday we'll be brother-in-laws." Jon arched a brow in the Eyrie lord's direction as he wore the Vale armor proudly, "I plan on marrying Sansa after all. Our cousin is most beautiful is she not?"

Yohn couldn't mistake the feeling; having trained for years in his youth becoming a prominent fighter among the Vale. He knew fear heading into Robert's Rebellion intending to keep Jon Arryn safe. His hand grasped the sword hilt at the hip. He didn't understand why he felt this way toward a trusted an ally, was the ranger suddenly a threat?

The gates slammed open breaking the silent moment, "can you protect her with your life?"

"I would."

"You got outclassed earlier in our sword fight, jousting isn't much for protection."

Robin chuckled, "it's understandable you feel this way you all grew up as siblings under our uncle. Providing armed forces isn't enough to make up for the rejection to your order's request and earn your approval. I assure you the journey to King's Landing will go without a hitch."

Jon nodded, "whatever you say cousin." He said placing the leather riding gloves on.

"Then I trust you wont interfere with the courting?"

Jon chuckled shaking his head, "no, its Arya you have to worry about."

"Gods speed on your journey Jon."

"Aye safe travels Robin." Jon watched the East warden lead the remaining garrison units toward the Stark forces lined in town. He glanced over at Yohn staring at him, "Lord Royce."

"Lord Snow." Yohn stood by as the warden gathered his forces beginning their march out of Wintertown. He remained unmoved staying frozen in the same spot. Whatever flashed across Jon's eyes stood out from the Stark, something he never saw from Ned in all the years they'd known each other. For a moment he saw a glimpse of another person from the one he knew or perhaps he saw who Jon truly was.

"Lord Royce care to join me?" Robin called breaking him from his stupor. The pair entered the East gates seeing the army off before sealing the gates shut.

Jon smirked seeing the two thousand manned army mounted on horses preparing to ride off into the rising sun. "Banners up!" Jon yelled sending Stark and Arryn flags rose throughout the formation. House Hordwood halted their caravan outside Wolfwood's tree line witnessing the warden of the north leading his army west into the horizon.

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A/N: Next: the chapter will open with Yara Greyjoy on the Iron Islands and Jon forming an alliance to face a familiar villain. If this chapter wasn't your cup of tea the next will be 95% battle, so stay tuned.