A/N - So... in case you haven't noticed, Jon Snow is kinda the main character in this story... sorry, but it's just a personal preference plus he's much more interesting to write with the whole targaryen thing... but don't worry, Robb is a close second and some chapters based around him will come eventually. Hope you enjoy! Please review!

Just as quickly as Jon Snow had been brought back to his own world, it was ripped away from him - he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and he passed out on the hot stone. Arya rushed to her brother, she pushed her way through the crowd that had consumed the area around the young bastard. Arya turned her worried and terrified gaze to her brother and the young Queen.

"What in the Seven Hells happened?" she questioned as her half-brother's body laid there unmoved, Robb turned to Dany with the same question on his mind. She shrugged and her face showed true concern for the man she had just met "I've no idea! He collapsed right in front of me!" she exclaimed. Robb looked down at the lifeless body of his brother "Could he have been poisoned?" he asked, Dany widened her eyes as she looked at Robb "By who?" she questioned in reply.

Arya clenched her fist "Ser Jorah..." she muttered in a harsh low growl.

Dany shook her head, she knew both the men quarreled for a reason unbeknownst to her, but she refused to believe that Jorah could've done such a thing. "No, no, Ser Jorah would've never do such a thing to my ally." she reasoned. Robb nodded "I don't think Ser Jorah did this... Jon isn't showing any signs of poisoning - Jon's breath's are slow, but they aren't abnormal and nothing is wrong with him, but his unconsciousness." he reasoned, Dany nodded in agreement.

Arya sighed as she grumbled something in a low tone, Dany ordered her guards to take the White Wolf to his room and the guards kept a close eye on him for the rest of the night, Ghost never left his master's side.

Jon found himself somewhere that seemed to be nowhere, "Where am I?!" he yelled out. Out of the darkness that consumed him, Ghost's red beating eyes appeared followed by the white direwolf himself. Jon looked down at the wolf as he cocked his head at Jon. Ghost turned to his right and ran off, Jon ran after the direwolf as he felt compelled to.

The light revealed as a warm sun overtook the darkness. Jon around him, it was very fancy - there was music, small dwarves running around in silly costumes - one even appeared to be of Robb Stark. There was a long table of people that he knew not, except for a few familiar faces - the middle aged dwarf, Tyrion Lannister sat watching the small entertainers with disgust. Sansa Stark, Jon's sister, sat next to him.

In the center of the long table was a young teen boy with short blonde hair, he smiled and cackled deviously at the dwarves. He stood up and began to clap, there was a tension between Tyrion and the young boy when he poured wine on the dwarf's head. The boy then raised a glass in honor of the wedding that was taking place, but then the boy threw his hand to his throat and began to gasp for air.

He dropped the wine glass and collapsed on the hard stone floor there was a gasp of shock in the nobles who attended the wedding. The boy's breath had become raspy and he gasped for air, the blue in his eyes were no longer viable due to the bloodshot veins that covered his eye with red. Jon took a step back in horror at the scene, there was a woman with dark blonde hair that held the small boy in her arms.

The boy's crown that he wore rolled off of his head. Jon felt something poking at the back of his legs.

When Jon turned to see Ghost nudging him with his long snout, Jon found himself out of the hot sun and inside a completely white room with only two unfamiliar people in the room. It was a man and a woman - The woman had light brown hair with a crown of Blue Winter Roses atop her head, Jon remembered that his father talked about the flower to him once, the girl had a mixture of blue and green eyes and had a sweet smile on her face.

The man was much taller than the girl, he was broad shouldered and his eyes were a bright violet. His hair was bleached white and his flowing hair went down past his shoulders, he smiled as he seemed to look directly at Jon. "The babe has grown strong." the man with silk like hair stated. The small girl giggle "He is not a babe any longer, he is The Prince that was Promised." she stated looking lovingly at Jon.

"Are you speaking about me?" Jon asked, but they seemed to not here him. The white haired man nodded "Aye, but the Dragon has three heads."

In an instant - Jon was warped out of his dreams and shot his eyes open as he found himself lying in the bed of his room. Sweat beats dripped down his forehead, Jon was completely undressed aside from his small clothes. He looked out his window and saw that it was the dead of night and an eerie silence was about the room, not even the crickets were chipping.

As Jon wiped the sweat from his brow - a woman stepped out from the shadows of the room and into view of the Bastard. Jon jumped as woman dressed in red robes stepped in front of his bedside. She grinned deviously.

Jon reached for Longclaw then rembered that he had thrown if at Jorah during his fit of anger. Ghost, who was laying by Jon, leaped up and growled at the woman who walked closer to Jon. The Bastard retreated further back on the mattress as she came closer. She gave him a disarming smile as she raised her hand slightly, "You've nothing to worry, Jon Snow." she stated. "Why are you in my room? Did Queen Daenerys send you?" he questioned.

She shook her head "No, My Lord, your dragon did not. Allow me to introduce myself - I am Melisandre." she stated nonchalantly, Jon rose from his bed, slipping his breeches on smoothly. He glared at her with the signature cold Stark stare, "Why are you in my chambers?" he asked in a harsh voice as he felt his muscles tense, there was something eerily strange about this woman.

She gave as smile as she seated herself in a chair near the edge of the room, "What are you Jon Snow?" she asked. Jon rose a brow at her "Lord Commander of the Queensgurard for The Queen." he stated, she snorted lightly "Lord Commander... It suits you, do you not think?" she asked in a plain voice. Jon shifted uneasily, "What do you want?" he asked with a more aggressive tone.

"Jon Snow, I bring you a offer from the Lord of Light himself. I offer you my life, my service, and my undying loyalty." she stated and cocked her head at the slightest, "All you have to do is lay with me. Give me a child and in return you shall have all that I have stated and more..." she explained. Jon widened his eyes, he'd never been with a woman before... Robb always said he could if he wanted, but Jon never wanted to disgrace a girl like that - to bed a bastard is worse than being one... and a bastard's bastard - Jon didn't even want to imagine it.

"Why would you offer me something like this?" he asked in his sullen, stoic voice. She grinned "Because, Jon, I asked the Lord of Light for my next step and he only shows me Snow." he explained. Jon glanced down at the ground, his mind strangely drifted to his Dragon Queen. Her silky blonde hair and passionate violet eyes, he was oddly attracted to her - her father killed his uncle and her brother killed his aunt, but she was... different.

Jon turned his head back up to the Red Woman and shook his head "You don't want to bed me... Now leave before I call the guards." he growled. She sighed in disappointment, "I can't say that I'm please, but I must abide to your command - The Lord of Light demands it. But know that there will be a day when you must accept my offer, you may not want to, but your Dragon will be more important than your petty honor." she stated in a hushed voice then quietly slipped out the door.

Jon watched as the woman swayed out of the door.