"I yield!" Robb yelled for the tenth time this day as he lost again to his cousin Jon, whom he never won against ever in his life, he took his cousin's hand and stood up, cleaned himself from the dirt.

Jon had a smile on his face as he won again against his cousin Robb, he was excellent with the sword his grandfather and uncle insisted that he must train very hard more than his cousin and the Winterfell heir, he was also gifted he could beat the master-at-arms in Winterfell, Ser Rodrick and he was an experienced man who went to war and fought in real battles.

"Seems you lost again, Robb," he teased his cousin, Robb frowned and shook his hand getting frustrated everytime he lost a spar.

"if you only used one sword I would've won," Robb said, Jon was used fighting with dual swords so he can move fast and strike more instead of using a shield.

"Jon!" a familiar voice yelled from behind him, he turned around and saw Bran running toward him, he stopped and breathed heavily until he caught his breath and said "Jon, aunt Lyanna, and grandfather, and father request your presence at their solar,"

He nodded and ruffed Bran's hair and made his way to his grandfather's solar, Martyn Cassel was the one guarding the door, he opened it when he saw him, he got in and saw his grandfather Rickard Stark sitting in his desk and his beautiful mother and uncle Ned sitting across from him, they turned around when they heard him come in, his mother smiled widely upon seeing him, he kissed her head and greeted him uncle and grandfather

"You requested my presence, my lord,"

"Father please, he doesn't need this, please don't take him away from me," his mother begged his grandfather which made him confused, his grandfather motioned for him to sit down and so he did.

"Lyanna we have no choice, it has been foretold and we swore a vow and now he's grown man of six and ten name days he must accept his duty and responsibility," his grandfather said.

"What is this about? I don't understand," he asked them utterly confused.

"Jon, it's time you knew who your father is," his Uncle Ned said with a sad voice, his Uncle was like a father to him. He knew not to bring up the subject of his father when heard his mother cry at night when he asked her long ago and he loved his mother dearly and wished only happiness for her.

"Who is he?" he asked them.

"Rhaegar Targaryen," his mother said with a low voice. He was shocked, the king was his father, but he was married twice and already had two daughters and two sons of his own, this meant he was a bastard, but he asked his mother long ago and she assured him that he wasn't one.

"WHAT?" he asked with a trembling voice from his shock.

"I was young and foolish a long time ago, he charmed me and I was stupid to think that he was in love with me, he told me that he had his wife's blessing to marry me and have a third child his Visenya for Aegon and Rhaenys because Elia couldn't bear any more children, after birthing you I became infertile but when he saw that I had a son instead of a girl he told me that I was useless and to take you and leave because he didn't want another son, he wanted a Visenya because the dragon has three heads he said," his mother said with tears in her eyes while looking down

He was shocked, to say the least, and he was angry, he loved his mother so much and he would cut down anyone who harmed her in any way a king or not.

"But that's not all Jon, we gave you your mother's name instead of your father to keep you safe and for you to grow up happy in Winterfell with your family, we love you, Jon, you must never doubt that but that's not all why we called you here Jon, there's more." His grandfather said with a soft voice.

"What do you mean grandfather?" he asked.

"Since the Targaryen conquest, a vow was vowed by every lord of Winterfell since Torrhen Stark who bent the knee to Aegon the Dragon, King Aegon had the sight and Torrhen also had the greensight, Aegon and Torrhen both saw the same thing, a child, a man being born of the union of their houses, he'll be the only one with such combination, a man with the blood of Old Valyria the Blood of the Dragon and the blood of the first men and the Blood of Kings of Winter, a child of Ice and Fire, every Lord of Winterfell since Torrhen Stark swore to protect the child and serve him if he was born in their time, and you Jon is that union, the day Lyanna came back with you is the day our vow became true, House Stark swore itslef to you, Aegon the Dragon also passed his promise to his heirs but with the time passing and the dance of dragons the promise was lost to them but not to us, you are the prince that was promised, when Aegon left the north he left you something in the care of house Stark until you are of age to have it and you are a man enough to bear the responsibility that comes with it." His grandfather explained which made his eyes widened.

In a few moments, he found out that he was a Targaryen and a prince by right and his father threw him and his mother away and that another Targaryen foretold his birth for almost 300 years, his jaw dropped after hearing his grandfather's words but recomposed himself for his family that loved him and protected him all his life.

"What responsibility grandfather? and what did he leave?" he asked. his grandfather stood up and picked up a chest from behind him and set it on the desk, he motioned him to open and so he did, he found two swords with fancy pommels and scabbards and a folded paper, he picked them up and unsheathed them, he was surprised when he found them to be Valyrian steel bastard swords his favored swords, he picked the paper and unfolded it and saw a map leading beyond the wall, he was confused and asked his grandfather to explain

"Jon, you remember your dreams right?" Jon knew of course what he meant, those dreams that didn't leave him be, a big heart three bigger than the one in Winterfell and an old man stuck in roots and a crow with three eyes telling him 'you must come' he understood his grandfather the moment he mentioned the dream, he was smarter than most of the others, of course, he picked up on things without the others having to explain for him especially with him holding a map leading beyond the wall to a three.

"This leads to the heart three, doesn't it? but what will I find there?" He asked which made his mother looked at him horrified like he was mad.

"You're not going anywhere at all," she told him firmly.

"I told you before Lyanna he doesn't have a choice and he'll be safe until he learned of his purpose and his duty, then he'll have to be careful," his grandfather said.

"Yes Jon you're a man grown now and so you must go there, you'll have to leave soon, I prepared a horse and supplies for you to leave a soon as possible," his grandfather said with a sad voice.

"Of course my lord, I'll leave after saying goodbye to my cousins," he told them as he stood up, his mother stood up crying and embraced him tightly he returned her embrace and assured her that he'll do his best to stay safe and that didn't give the slightest comfort until he promised that he'll come back to her that she let him go, she knew that he always kept his word no matter what, he embraced his uncle who was silent throughout their conversation and hugged his grandfather too, he picked the two swords the put them on his back, they had elegant pommels with black scales on them that made the swords latch onto their wielders hands and golden dragon head on the pommels, he went outside and searched for his cousins, he found them in the hall eating their luncheon with their mother, he told them that he was leaving for a while but he didn't specify where or when he'll come back despite their pleading but he wasn't moved which made his heart hurt, he suspected his aunt knew as she hugged him tightly and told him to be safe, he shook hands with Robb, ruffled Bran, Arya and Rickon's hair and kissed Sansa's cheek.

He walked outside and found his grandfather and mother waiting near a black big horse, he hugged his mother again and kissed her forehead, he shook his grandfather's hand and promised him to do him proud in which his grandfather assured him that he was already proud of him, he mounted his horse with his swords on his back and supplies attached to his saddles and Ghost his obedient Direwolf by his side, he bid his family a last goodbye and rode out of Winterfell.