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Note: This chapter has two POV characters in it. Robb and Arya.

And Again!

Nothing is mine… Long Live GRRM or long enough to finish the series :P

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"His Grace wants to be alone in his room and it has been three days since his return. He eats barely. He talks hardly and yes! He still resides in his older chamber. I asked him to move in the King's solar but he does not listen." Robb was worried. Suddenly all the castle's responsibilities were his including a brooding king.

For all of his life, he wanted to have an opportunity to prove himself. To be a good lord like her his father. His father has taught him all the management tactics of a lord, but he did not teach him how to confront a king, who could have been once your brother and best friend. And worst, who could have known this secret but, did not share with you

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Who could have thought that you're going to KILL him after knowing the truth?

How could Jon assume that Robb can kill him after anyone's orders? How could he think that their father, Lord Eddard Stark can order to kill him?

Clearly and by all terms of justice, it was Robb's turn to brood for at least next ten years. But then again here he was, trying to solve the serious matters of castle. All his efforts were going in vain, so now he was standing in front of his siblings for help.

All he wanted to do was smash Jon's door and knock at least ten good punches on his jaw. Nobody told him that being a lord would be this much difficult.

"Why don't we just let him be?" Bran asked in a serious tone. Robb did not want any of his siblings to worry on it but damn, that 'Socially Disturbed King' was giving him headaches of lifetime.

"Because Bran, he is our King. It is our duty to look after him. To make him comfortable in this castle. And we know what happens when Kings got discontented with their subjects." Lady Stark was either murmuring or trying to help her son, Robb could not tell. After that conversation with Maester Luwin, when he revealed the whole truth, his mother was in the state of constant shock.

"Mother, Jon would never hurt us. Never." Bran was confidant and Arya and Reckon nodded after him. Sansa just looked outside the window. She was as shocked as their mother. And a little disappointed too. She, somehow, knew that Father was going to wed her to Crown Prince Joffery but out of nowhere Jon became King. Now, Father has declared for Targaryens, so it is almost impossible for her to wed that spoiled Prince and be the queen of the seven kingdoms. After Jon, she was the second most troubled family figure.

"You don't know Bran. A person changes a lot when a crown is placed on his head. And I don't want you to keep your hopes up. Anyhow, Jon is your king and all of you will address him as Your Grace and.." She paused for a minute. "Robb, I still don't think it's a good idea to let them interact with His Grace. What if they displease him? They are just kids, who would talk to him like their brother." She was again informing him about her fears.

"He IS our brother." Arya yelled. "Mother, you don't know Jon. Nobody knows Jon. You didn't even let me talk to him. Only if you had, the things would have been gone easier. This is not the first time when Jon has isolated himself. Just let me talk to him. And I will make sure he is okay."

"Arya! You can't talk about him like that and you surely cannot talk TO HIM like that anymore." Lady Stark has always been tough about Arya. And Robb knew that it is not totally her fault.

"I can and I will. Mother I am thirteen now, I know how to talk to my brother." Arya was over the edge.

"But you do not know how to talk to your mother." Lady Stark was back in her usual motherly mode.

"Please mother. I'm begging you just let me talk to him. Robb you are the acting lord. And you know our Jon." Arya was being Arya.

Did I knew his grace? Robb asked himself.

"Arya is right mother. Let her try. His grace would be pleased to have her company. He always would." Robb said not knowing what he is saying.

Lady Stark nodded in reluctance and went to check for the preparation of today's dinner for king, which the king will not touch.

"Alright Arya first rule, you will call him your grace. And this is my order. Will you follow it?" He asked his sister in a lordly tone.

"Only when you will call him Jon again. What's wrong with you Robb? He is our brother. I could have expected such behavior from Sansa or mother, but not from you." Sansa's name grabbed her attention and she snapped back. "I didn't call him His or anybody's grace.. He is the bastard and always going to be." Sansa was definitely trying to hold some tears off.

"You will pay for it." Arya warned her and Robb knew what comes next.

"Alright you two. You have proved I've come to wrong place for help. Nobody is going to talk to his grace…" Robb snapped.

"I will talk to her. You'll see. Even if you don't let me go through the corridor. I will climb on the terrace and will reach him through window. Just like Bran."

Robb's eyes diverted toward Bran.

"You didn't?" He asked in an alarmed tone.

"Bran, did you?" Robb did not know what to ask. Suddenly Bran's whole interest was on the carpet of the room.

"What did you say to him? What did he say to you?" Robb asked.

"Please don't tell mother." Bran pleaded after one or two minutes of searching the hidden floor behind the carpet.

"What did you two talk about?" Robb asked again.

"Nothing. Just usual,. First he saw me and pulled me in from his window, then he scolded me for climbing and warned me that he'll tell father and mother and then we kept silence for some hours.." Bran told him cautiously.

".. And then we talked about you." Bran said at last.

"About me?" Robb asked in concerned voice. The lordly mode had vanished just a minute or two ago.

"Yes. Jon said you're not talking to him." Bran accused him.

"What? I keep wandering around his room for half of my days. I tried to talk to him this morning." Robb needed to defend himself.

"He said you're not even letting him to go outside." Bran presented another truth.

"Because it's dangerous out there. Now when the entire world knows about him, you think he can just wander around? I just hired Ser Rodrik and Jory around him like a Kingsguard. He should have thanked me that they are the only two; otherwise there can be five more." Robb didn't know what to say next.

"You do know what you have done Robb?" Arya asked with artificial wide eyed look. And Robb just got a confused look in return.

"You just gave 'His Grace' a warning that if he didn't behave, you'll increase his security." Arya chuckled. And Robb acknowledged the fact with a sad smile. Some things are not going to change, ever.

"We're at war Arya and I care for my brother. I just don't know how I'll make him understand. Jon has always been complex. Perhaps, it is his Targaryen blood but damn, I don't know what I should do with him. You will help me right? You will talk to him and knock some sense into him?" Robb was now sure that Arya is the one, if there is anyone in this world who can actually help him.

"Father will protect him. Just like he always have. He will protect him and us from all the dangers of the outside world." Arya assured him with a smile. "Just let me be with His Grace."

And with that Sansa grabbed her long frilled gown and strode out of there. Both Robb and Arya sighed.

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Arya

A knock first and then Arya's head poked in the door of Jon's room. "Can I come in, Your Grace?" She asked with a chuckle.

"No!" was all the answer she got after a long pause.

"C'mon your grace, don't be a bitch." She tried again and earned a warned look from Robb, who was standing beside her. She just tittered on it and returned the glare to him for getting him out of the scene. Robb raised his hands in resigned manner and took his leave.

"Your Grace, I'm still standing outside." She informed him again.

"Go away Arya." Jon has tried to make his voice fearsome, if only he knew what is fearsome.

"Jon! You know me. I will not go." She said in calmed voice.

After some time, door opened slightly and King's head emerged. "Where are Ser Rodrik and Jory?" He asked looking to the long distances on both sides.

"You mean the Kingsguard?" She teased. And earned yet another warning through his eyes.

After that he just shrugged and went back to his room leaving the door open.

She followed him slowly. After getting into room he turned around and looked deeply toward her.

And out of nowhere she jumped on him with a tight hug. He returned the hug with the same intensity.

"Stupid. They all are stupid. My mother and Robb and Sansa and Ser Rodrik and Maester Luwin, all of them are stupid." She said tightening her arms around him.

"They said you're dangerous. They said you've changed." She pulled her head from his shoulder and received a sad look from him. She hated that look. She just cannot see it on his face. He freed her from his grip and sat on bed.

"Maybe I've. May be I am dangerous now. For the whole Winterfell, for whole North. Father should not have done this. He should not have declared for me. King Robert will never forget. He will never let it go." For the first time Jon has spoken his fears.

"Then let him come up here, and we will smash him back to his shit of a city. Father, you, Robb and me. We all will." She said sitting on the floor in front of him.

"But I don't want to smash him Arya. I don't want father to fight him. He is his friend. They have been raised together. King Robert has the right of it. It was Rhaegar Targaryen's fault. It was all his fault and now we are going to suffer again for his sins." Suddenly Jon's mood got darkened. He was looking into deep space and Arya got shivers from that look. She had never seen him like that.

"I don't know if it is Targaryen's or Baratheon's fault. I do know one thing. We! You and me and father, we are Starks and our happy ending is to die for love and to protect each other in winter. How many times father has taught us this lesson?"

"Our father has taught us to die for honor. To die for the right thing.

But to die yet." Jon gritted.

"Father is out there fighting a war, and I am here, hiding in my room like a coward. He should have taken me with him to defend the North." Arya let him speak. He has to lighten up from all of his stupid worries.

"I should be the one dying in snow for that bloody Targaryen's sins. I should be. Father should have killed me when I was a babe. Just like Lannisters did to my other…" Arya gave him a tough look.

They were his siblings. His half sister and brother. They were just babes. Lannisters killed them. Arya has heard the stories of their death in Robert's rebellion. They were Jon's real half sister and brother.

What would Jon have done to Robert, if it was her in place of Rhaenys Targaryen or Robb and Bran in place of Aegon?

"Will you avenge them Jon?" She asked.

"I…, even, didn't know them. They're nothing for me." Jon Started after grabbing a spot in the air to pierce upon through eyes.

"But they were your siblings, just like us. In fact, they were your real siblings. We're just your cousins. What would you have done to avenge us, if anything like that…?" she said cautiously. She thought she had found the reason for her brother to go on in this cruel world. If he is going to be a King, he needs definite reasons to be the one. He has helped her countless times in her crisis. He had stolen lemon cakes from Kitchen for her when she had been banished to her room for incomplete sewing lessons. He had taken the responsibilities of her doings to defend her. Now, it was her turn.

"Arya!" Jon called her in a warned tone.

"I would kill King Robert or anyone else, who would ever try to hurt my family." Arya continued. "Especially you Jon. I will kill him if he ever tries to hurt you. I don't care if he is father's friend or my friend. I will make him suffer to his death. I will stick needle into his heart until he pukes in his blood." She looked toward him with a plain face. "I will." And he leaned forward to kiss on her forehead.

"Father says you have wolf blood just like Aunt Lyanna." He smiled.

"Father says the same for you." She smiled back.

"Promise me you'll not die in this war? Promise me, Jon?" She grabbed his hand in her hands and squeezed it. There were tears in her eyes.

No there were no tears! Arya assured herself. It's just from that stupid smoke of the hearth.

She placed her head on his shoulder not knowing that someone was standing just outside the door listening to their deep conversation.

There was a smile on her father's face. Suddenly, all the tiredness of the Journey, all the crisis of the war, and all the worries of past have gotten dissolved. Nothing was there but the peace and love and

A summer that will never end.

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