CHAPTER SIX - KINGSROAD

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Lara's part.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Bran, oh God don't take Bran.

Lara woke up to the news that Bran fell from the tower. She ran with every energy in her body, making her way to Bran's room. She was gasping for air when lady Catelyn was sobbing on her own, frustration showing as she was making a wreath for Bran that appears to symbolize the Faith of the Seven.

Lara went to the other side of Bran's bed, for the other was occupied by lady Catelyn.

"Oh no, no, no…," Lara said, she was trembling as she touched Bran's forehead.

"I'm deeply sorry Aunt Cat," Lara said, feeling sad for Catelyn. She looked miserable, sleep deprived.

"He never falls," Catelyn responded, sobbing, "never!"

Lara only stood there, unable to help Cat with her grief.

She was sitting alone in the Godswood, after praying for Bran for days. The Gods are cruel for not letting her and Jon be together, but they are crueler for letting an innocent boy die.

He never falls, Lara remembered Catelyn said.

Suddenly there's Robb, walking towards her, with Grey Wind by his side. Grey Wind makes his way to Lara, and nudged her hand, asking to be stroked.

Lara smiled and gave Grey Wind a scratch behind his ear, then she looked at Robb, who was now sitting beside her.

"Praying?" Robb asked politely.

"For days," Lara replied, and Robb touched her hand, he often gave her a brother's comfort. "He's still a young boy, Robb."

"Aye," Robb shook his head, "There's something you might want to hear," Robb said, with a serious look on his face.

Lara wiped the sadness on her face and looked at Robb intently.

"Someone saw you, kissing Jon during the night of the feast," Robb said, Lara was worried, she clenched Robb's hand harder.

"Do many believe in this rumor?" Lara raised her eyebrow.

"No," Robb replied, "The man who saw was drunk, fortunately."

Lara sighed in relieved, letting go of Robb's hand.

"I'm glad, rumors are horrible," Lara smiled at Robb.

"But, you do know that Jon's been in love with you since we were children," Robb asked, looking at Lara for signs.

"I do," Lara said, "that idiot's never been able to hide his feelings," she smirked, not realizing Robb frowning at her words.

"Look, may I offer an advice?" Robb said, "don't let anybody know of you both, it will be a scandal – bad people will use this piece of information against you."

Lara stood up, looking at Robb, "I trust you, you won't use this against me – I know my crowd Robb."

Robb nodded, as Grey Wind tilted his head.

"And another matter," Robb said, "once my father rides South. Winterfell is left to you and me." Robb looked at Lara seriously, and Lara looked at him with the same respect that he had shown to her, they were equals.

"We were born to rule together cousin," Lara said, holding her arm out for Robb to shake it.

Robb looked at her hand and shook it, they were both in an agreement. Lara smirked and pulled Robb's hand, and Robb was surprised.

"Just don't stay in my way," Lara whispered, and Robb chuckled. Then she left, she still had to say goodbye to Sansa, and Arya.

Lara walked in Sansa's chambers, she was in front of the mirror, smiling at herself. Sansa gasped quietly, but she smiled when she saw Lara.

Lara made her way to the mirror, and she held Sansa's shoulder. She was short compared to Sansa as she looked at her in the mirror, smiling.

"I can't believe you're leaving me," Sansa said.

"You'll do fine without me, Starks endured harsher winters, we survive," Lara said proudly, making Sansa smile. She turned her back and grabbed Lara's hand.

"Will you come to my wedding?" Sansa said enthusiastically.

"I don't know yet," Lara looked down, "I'm sure it will be beautiful."

Sansa giggled, head full of fantasies, "my dress will be big and white or maybe gold. My prince will be handsome, then we'll have darling children, and they will be great cousins to your children."

Lara stared at Sansa, unable to make any sense out of her words. Children of her own.

"Children?" Lara asked herself.

"Why yes, you're marrying a northern lord soon will you?" Sansa asked.

"I don't know," Lara admitted, "Winterfell is in my care now, with Robb."

"Leave that," Sansa rolled her eyes, "you're beautiful Lara, any man would be a fool not to have you."

"I can't," Lara said, "I'm waiting for someone."

"I'm sure he's a charming fellow," Sansa said, "but you'll die a virgin if you keep waiting!"

Lara laughed, "At least it'll be romantic!"

Sansa laughed, then her face showed sadness as she hugged Lara desperately, which Lara accepted as she nuzzled into her fiery hair.

"I'll miss you," Lara whispered quietly.

"what if I don't survive?" Sansa whispered back, sadness in her tone. Lara could hear Lady whimpering in the back.

"You will," Lara reassured her, "you must."

Lara let go of her and look at her directly in the eye, "you're stronger than you know."

Sansa hugged her one more time, before Lara left.

Lara went straight into Arya's room, looking that she's frazzled and trying to hide something. Lara raised her eyebrow, and she saw behind Arya's arm which was on top of her luggage, was apparently a hilt of a sword.

"Is that a sword?" Lara asked.

Arya looked down, scared to look her in the eye after her discovery. Lara was amused, but then she rolled her eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Lara promised. Arya looked up to her and smiled, she ran to Lara and jumped at her, giving Lara a big hug.

"Jon gave me that," Arya whispered.

"A fine farewell gift," Lara said quietly.

"Goodbye, Lara," Arya said, "we'll meet again soon."

"Goodbye, little one," Lara said, as she gave arya a quick peck on her cheek.

As Lara closed Arya's door, goodbyes are never easy. All that's left now is Jon Snow. Lara couldn't stop her beating heart, her breaths were heavy as she neared his room.

Jon's part

Jon was sitting in his room, all on his own. He stood up as he saw Lara. She ran to him and kissed him. Both were on the edge, and they were on fire as the passion between them grew and grew. Lara finally broke away, gasping for air to fill her lungs.

"I saw the sword you gave Arya," Lara said, scrunching Jon's black curls, as he held her waist.

"I was going to give you a gift, but I think this is better," Jon replied, kissing her again.

Lara giggled, "you're just saying that 'cause you're out of coins to spend."

"You wound me," Jon kissed her, "I'll forgive you."

Then Jon began to kiss her neck, then mewls escaped her pretty little mouth.

Jon then went for her lips again, but she pursed them.

"Go lower Jon," She ordered, "trust me."

Jon hestitated for a while, but then, he went toward her collarbone. As he started to reach her collarbone, there was a knock on Jon's door.

"Who's it?" Jon yelled angrilly, with his hands around Lara.

"I'm his Grace's page, Lord Snow. The King has asked to meet you."

Jon rolled his eyes, then he kept his gaze on Lara, asking for permission to continue where they had left off. But she shook her head and glared softly at him.

"I'll be there in a minute," Jon replied.

"One more thing," the page asked, "the king has clearly requested lady Lara, perhaps you could bring her with you."

Then inside the room, they heard footsteps going away. Jon looked at Lara who looked uncomfortable. He kissed her once more and touch their foreheads. Suddenly, he could hear her breathe loudly.

"you know you could always say no," Jon whispered.

"I can't, not if I want to, as much as I'm scared of the man, I can't avoid him forever," Lara replied, "it would be rude."

"Alright," Jon said, kissing her forehead.

"We missed our chance," Lara said, her forehead still in touch with Jon's, it felt like she could read his thoughts in her mind.

"We never had one," Jon replied sadly, making Lara sigh.

In front of the courtyard, everyone was in the right position, they were ready to leave. Lara walked out, her horse ready for her, a stable boy holding the reins. In the left and right of her horse, were two Stark soldiers, dressed in chainmail and a Direwolf shield on their back. Lara walked with Jon, who was holding his own saddle, on his way to his horse, at the end.

As Lara walked away, she saw Robb approaching Jon, then she continued to walk towards the King's direction.

Robert Baratheon's POV

I was right beside my steed, leading these hoard of men and women, we were going back home. Suddenly, I saw Lyanna – no – Lara came in my way. Aye, she was a pretty one.

"Your Grace," she greeted politely, "I wanted to say farewell…it's been an honor to have you at the place I grew up in."

"Yes," I nodded, couldn't think of any words to say to her.

"I never thanked you, to you in private," she said, with a serious look of gratitude on her face. "I would end up as a handmaiden to Sansa if I were still a bastard."

I glanced around and glared at my page boy, telling him to give me a moment with her. The serious look on my face matched her.

"It's a shame I couldn't do the same for the other bastard, he's going to the Watch because of me."

Lara frowned, "I'm sure he doesn't hold it against you, Your Grace."

"I remembered you when you were a babe, white hair. I thought you were a Targaryen spawn, but turns out you were the child of Lyanna's brother. Who knows of your true birth, girl?"

Lara raised her eyebrow, "only you, my uncle, Howland Reed, myself."

"Good," I replied, "Keep it that way."

She looked at me, confused of what I just said, but then she nodded.

"I'll pray for your safe journey home, your grace," she bowed, then I nodded, looking at her face one last time, then she left swiftly to mount on her horse. I look at her from afar, and I thought to myself, if she had brown hair, she would be Lyanna.

Then I called for my page, "It's getting late, just tell the bastard boy my gratitude for his service in the Watch for me."

Then the page nodded and ran to the back of the line, where there was Jon.

Down at the Kingsroad, everyone was going South, but Jon, Uncle Ned, and Lara were just behind, Lara stood by with her escorts while Jon talked with his father. Ned finally turned around, and Lara noticed the dissapointed frown on Jon's face and the hardness of her uncle's eyes.

"Take care of Winterfell for me hm?" Ned asked Lara, and she nodded.

Lara looked on as Ned rode forward to the very front of the travelling group, and she saw Jon looking at her. Her heart sank, she wanted to cry but she could not. She had to be strong, she's the mistress of Winterfell now.

"I'm going to miss you Snow," she said, but in her mind she wanted him to not leave her.

"Aye," Jon replied, "wait for me."

Lara smiled sadly, and tears formed in her eyes, "I will."

Jon smiled, and they went their separate ways. Ned, Jon, and Lara parted, all carrying a burden with them, and a worry for what the Gods have in mind for their futures.

Please Review!

Now you know why in the first chapter she was a bastard, now a true born. Robert legitimized her in secret, so now, even the common folk only know that she's a true born, and it's better that way. That is why, Howland Reed said she was Brandon's bastard, because he knew that Robert would feel sympathetic towards a bastard girl of Brandon Stark.

Robert was in love with Lyanna, thus he is 'pro-Stark', he felt bad that Lyanna died and Brandon died trying to get justice for his beloved Lyanna, so he legitimized her. But Ned being the honest person that he is, he had to tell Lara because as Lara grew older, she realized that it didn't make any sense for her to be a true born when she was conceived when Brandon was sort of engaged to Catelyn, before he rode South. So Ned had to tell her that when she pressured him with her logic.

Anyways hope that make sense lol