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Sorry for this much late update. I was busy and, to be honest, a little disappointed from all the critics to this story. So here are some explanations..

1. I was going to reveal how Dany knew about Jon in future chapters.

2. The iron throne belongs to Baratheons now by the right of conquest, I agree as much as anyone else in this fandom.

3. This is an AU guys. Even the dead persons are alive in this fanfiction. I think Winter can also come a little bit later :P

4. Last but not the least, I apologize for the prose and typos and grammar and bad language and what else not.. lol.

Here is the next chapter. Please be Kind. Please, Please, Please. I only write for fun.

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"You know if only you had cooperated, the things would have been easier." Ser Rodrik climbed off his horse at the gate of the castle. It was a long and tiring trip for him but he kept his calmed texture. They have spent two days in the lake side without any reason and it took almost one day to drag this stubborn boy home.

Jon was more difficult than his mother. Lyanna Stark was a sharp crystal of ice, who could end your life with the cold eyes of hers, just like any other wolf of the Winterfell. For the last ten and seven years, Jon has shown the same ice within him. But in the last five days, since he had known about his true identity, he had provided all evidence that even ice can burn you to death. This frozen fire of the boy has started to frighten the old knight but he would never give up.

Never.

"Now tell me, what is your next plan to make me look like a fool?" Ser Rodrik asked him while he saw him climbing off the horse too.

"I told you that I was just going to the lake side for camping. There was no need for you to come upon me." The boy was irritated, the old knight could have told just by his 'courteous' tone.

"Aye, there was no need at all. Your small trip was just of two days, right?" Ser Rodrik said distantly because something was off around them.

Very off.

All of the sudden the whole castle around them has ceased. All of the small folks were looking toward them or more distinctively toward Jon. It took only one moment to the old knight that they knew the secret now. All of them.

"Jon!" Ser Rodrik alarmed. "Back to your horse." His right hand was on the hilt of his sword and left was on the horse's back. He could have sensed Jon's growing tension as well. Suddenly he spotted Maester Luwin coming toward them.

"Maester Luwin, what happened?" He asked and took a glance of the boy, who has also stopped and stood like a statue.

"Another letter from the Targaryen queen Ser. She has declared the real identity of her nephew and has ordered the lords to kneel before him." Maester was more worried than a Maester of The Citadel should worry upon the matters of thrones and kings.

"Alright then boy, I guess, it's time for us to leave." He told Jon and was about to climb on his horse when he spotted Lord Robb Stark coming toward the gathered crowd around them. Ser Rodrik ceased for a moment. Lord Robb Stark was the acting lord of Winterfell and it was Ser Rodrik's duty to obey him. There was, however, 'just a little bit' complication in the situation. The real lord of the castle has already given him some orders and he was about to choose which orders he should obey. In a hurry of tangled thoughts he saw the ancient sword of the house Stark, Ice, in the hands of the boy lord. Lord Eddard Stark did not take this sword to the war. The sword has to be protected and should always belong to the castle in the time of need.

"My Lord, Please do not come further. I am obeying your lord father's command. He has ordered me to protect this boy at all costs." Ser Rodrik said in a careful voice. "Nobody will come further. I am a castellan in the absence of Lord Stark and all of you have seen me fighting." He warned the small folks, who were now looking toward their acting lord, a boy of seven and ten. And so much burden to be inherited. His father's responsibilities were standing like a riddle before him.

There was hurt in Robb Stark's eyes. He did not notice Ser Rodrik's words even for one moment. His eyes were constantly on his brother, or more accurately on his cousin. He then saw the other boy, who was still standing like a frozen mountain there.

"I told you to climb on your horse Jon. Hurry up. We have to go." Ser Rodrik said but Jon was half stark himself just like Robb so also did not move an inch from his place.

Robb Stark was now just a foot or two from them and Ser Rodrik's sword was already in his hands. There is no way he is going to attack this boy. He is his liege lord to be. He is his lord's beloved son.

"Jon! Get back on your horse and run." Ser Rodrik yelled. But Jon was frozen, deadly cold eyes on his broth.. cousin.

"There is no need to go anywhere ser. There was another order from Lord Stark." Robb handed the parchment to old knight with eyes never moved from their original subject.

Ser Rodrik took the parchment and read it, once, then, twice and then, he just turned around to watch the boy one last time. He has trained this boy in this very castle yard.

Has seen him playing with his siblings.

Has helped him to choose his first sword.

The boy, who was going to die now.

A king was going to be born.

The old knight shook his head disbelieved. To be honest, he would have never thought about this. Lord Eddard Stark would never order such thing. He knew the man. He, once, knew the boy. The Starks are too honorable to do such thing but here he was standing in front of a confused boy. Once, known as Lord Eddard Stark's bastard…

… was now his King. Lord Eddard Stark has declared for Targaryens. He has turned his cloak from King Robert Baratheon for his nephew.

"So…, execution or assassination?" Jon Snow asked. He was smiling. How could he.

He was thinking that Robb Stark was going to kill him.

He was smiling because finally it was going to end.

If only he had known that it is just the beginning. What this declaration is brining to this castle, to the small folks and to the Starks,.

Ser Rodrik put his sword back and moved toward Lord Stark without answering him.

He stood beside his acting lord.

Lady Stark and her remaining children also had come and now were standing behind Robb.

"Just tell me how it's going to be? And it will be. But send them inside first." Jon said pointing toward Arya, Bran and Rickon. "Please." The King pleaded.

Ser Rodrik threw a side glance toward Robb Stark. The frozen expressions on the boy's face were anything but merciful.

Without any reply, Lord Robb Stark drew the big sword of his father and his father before him. The same father, who was murdered by this king's grandfather, The Mad King, Aerys.

Whole castle was waiting for his movement. Waiting to kneel before their new king.

And with a sudden movement the frozen eyes of Robb Stark found their way to the ground. He pointed the sword on the dirt and kneeled.

"With the order and consent of my father, Lord Eddard of the House Stark, I, Robb of the House Stark, the acting lord and heir to the Winterfell, declared you the King of the Andals and the first men, from this day till the end of the days. Our land is yours, our loyalty is yours. Please accept us as your trustworthy subjects and bannermen." The boy has recited the words more than one. It looks like ser Rodriks's and Jon's two days trip of the lake side has, somehow, proved itself worthy.

Whole castle has knelt after their acting lord, including Ser Rodrik and Lady Stark along with all of her children. Only their King stood, astonished, open mouthed.

Lord Stark has said his words and was now looking toward the ground kneeling on the mud beside the castle's gate. A heart dropping silence filled in the whole castle yard. Even a fallen leaf would have made its presence known in that silence.

"Wh.. What? How.. How, why Lord Stark did that? And when?" Jon asked after five or ten minutes of standing like a fool.

"It is true, Your Grace." Maester Luwin said, still kneeling to the ground beside Robb. "Lord Eddard has written this parchment before leaving to defend the North in your name. He ordered me to disclose it in case if anyone else happens to know about your true identity and Queen Regent's new letters to all the lords of the seven kingdoms have done this deed without any prior notice. I have waited for Your Grace for one day and then I have to tell Lord Robb and Lady Stark about the whole truth in your absence."

"What has been written in Queen Regent's letters?" His Grace asked.. "And please stand up." And beseeched in an irritated tone.

The whole castle obeyed. Maester Luwin stepped forward and produced another parchment from his sleeve. An open parchment with a broken stamp of three headed dragon on it.

"I, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, has declared my brother Rheagar's youngest and alive son, Jon Targaryen, the king of the Andals and the first men and true heir of the iron throne. I also have declared pardon for the North and his people for their sins in the rebellion, because they have sheltered their true King in dreadful times of Usurper's reign, which is going to end now. I will also pardon any lord or common person, who will prove him or herself wise and will declare for their rightful king before the end of this war. After the end, the pardon will only be given with fire and blood."

The King read the letter and moved toward his chambers swiftly without catching any eye.