Another chapter back to back? I decided to put this out this in thanks all those who have favorited/reviewed this dumb story so far. I am a new writer and any critique helps me a lot. This is my longest chapter so far because I decided to write three POV's because I felt that if I left out one of these characters, I would then have to explain their story in another chapter. Read/Review and enjoy.

Edited: 5/19/2022

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these character names or the story itself. George RR Martin owns all of these characters from his story ASOIAF.

Chapter 3: Changes

Arya POV

That was a lot harder than she expected. Septa Mordane was watching her like a hawk but she was finally distracted when she took a look at Sansa's embroidery. She peeked out of her hiding spot, making sure no one was around. She got out of her hiding spot, sneaking slowly taking breaks in between to check corners. Ever since she started to escape from her lessons, she was able to map out the layout of the castle knowing its ins and outs. She stepped out of her hiding place, realizing she was in the clear she felt she could drop her guard a bit until "Arya!" She froze in place looking to her right and seeing her father's arms down the hall from her.

He approached her until he was right in front of her with his arms crossed. "Arya what are you doing?" "Nothing just taking a walk to the kitchen" "The kitchen?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. She was trying her best to look inconspicuous by putting on a cute look hoping her father would overlook her skipping her lessons. "Arya you ditched your lessons again?" he asked exasperated at her. I looked down not wanting to look at his eyes, she wasn't afraid of her father but when was angry those eyes of his were just scary when judging her. "Let's talk in your room, come on" as he patted her back to walk with him.

They walked in silence, Arya worrying slightly that he might tell mother of what she did. As they got to her room, he closed the door and sat at the foot of the bed. "Arya, you can't keep doing this, I know you hate these lessons but you have to learn them if you want to be a proper lady" "I don't want to be a lady" she saw a ghost of a smile on her father's face before disappearing. "Why can't I learn swordplay too father? What good is dancing, singing, and needlework going to do when we are attacked by bandits? Can't I just learn like Robb and Jon?" she pleaded to her father. He breathed a heavy sigh, placing his hand on her shoulder comforting "Do you have any idea of swordplay young lady?" "Stick them with the pointy end" he nodded, chuckling at her response. "Sweetheart, your mother wouldn't want you to go out fighting in wars. Wars are not fun and adventurous little one, people die and sometimes alone with no one to comfort them" he replied solemnly "Arya is there a particular reason why you've been ditching your lessons?". Arya looked away from her father's view "I just hate them father I find them bring" "Look Arya, I want you to go and apologize to Septa Mordane and take your lessons more seriously" she nodded as her father as he got up from his seat and closed her door. She fell back onto her bed, wishing she could have told the truth that she wanted to learn swordplay to protect her family.

Robb POV

"Rarrrgghh!"

I swung my sword at Jon, but my attack was slow as he was able to parry it with his sword. Jon started to go on the aggressive on my mistake. After a few more strikes and he managed to disarm my weapon from me, before knocking me down to the ground. "Alright that's enough Jon; help him up" Jon reached out with his hand, pulling me up onto my feet "Better luck next time my lord" he responded snarkily at me; "Don't get too cocky snow; I almost had you at the start".

Jon gave me cheeky smile at my comment but he knew our banter was all in good fun. When we were young we were inseparable, we did everything together brother in arms could describe us. Jon may have been a bastard in name but he was my brother just as much as Bran. Unlike mom and Sansa, I never saw Jon as a detriment to the family even when mom said to be careful since Jon was slightly older than him, that he might usurp his claim to Winterfell. He and father were always insistent that he would never do such a thing, especially since Bran and Arya were smitten with Jon.

"Alright it's your turn Theon, you will be against Jon" Theon had the biggest shit-eating grin before responding, "Looks like my turn to teach the bastard a lesson in swordplay" "In your dreams Greyjoy, you're going to be eating dirt once I'm done with you" They both started readying themselves but, before anyone one of them could make a move his father came over and walked over to Rodrick.

"My lord, have you come to see the boys spar?" "No I have not, Rodrick I require your presence elsewhere " Rodrick seemed quite perplexed but nodded "Boy's we will continue this tomorrow, Robb work on your stance especially you too Theon" as he walked with our father back into the castle. "Count yourself lucky Snow, I will beat your ass tomorrow," Theon said snidely before walking away.

Robb could see Jon was going to clock him, so he stopped him before he did such a thing. "Jon, don't fall for his words, they don't mean anything anyway" Jon relented and released a breath of annoyance "I know Robb but, he just gets under my skin so much especially when he mentions…"

Robb nodded knowing what he meant; Jon's mother has always been a topic of mystery among everyone. He remembered back when his mom questioned Father if Jon's mother was Ashara Dayne. He had never seen his father in such a rage that after the debacle Ashara was never mentioned again. Robb and his siblings made it clear to Jon that his parentage did not matter to them; bastard or not he was a Stark and he belonged in Winterfell. He placed his arm over Jon's shoulder "Hey, let's go see Bran maybe that will stop you brooding for the rest of the night" Jon smiled at his response "I do not brood" "Yes you do, your face has an eerie resemblance to father when he's thinking".

As we walked down the hall, Jon broke the silence "Hey, what do you think father wanted with Rodrick?" I shrugged my shoulders "I don't know, maybe he wanted how well we are doing" Robb nodded along. He smiled "Do you remember the time when Arya joined our spar?" Jon smiled "I believed lady Stark had quite a hearing to our sister for her behavior although, I must admit she was better than Theon" I smiled at the last remark, seeing Arya trying to fight for the first time was the cutest thing he had ever seen. It wasn't long till they reached Bran's quarters but, before Jon was about to knock on the door they were interrupted "Robb, Jon" we both turned our heads to Sansa who looked to be distressed.

"Can we help you, dear sister?" I replied, Sansa, turned her head to Jon and said "I would like to talk to Jon alone if I can" both of us looked perplexed; this was so unlike our sister. Sansa may not have hated Jon like his mother but she avoided him most of the time except during meal times.

"Alright, perhaps maybe in a private setting would be good" "Would my quarters be acceptable?" Jon nodded and started to walk alongside Sansa's side "Catch you later Robb" I nodded back to him as I knocked on Bran's quarters "Hey Bran, it's me, Robb". I could hear footsteps coming to the door when the cutest little bundle greeted me. "Robb" as he hugged my legs, as I allowed him to drag me into his quarters

Jon POV

This was interesting, to say the least. If there was, anything that Jon thought would never happen was being in his sister's quarters specifically Sansa's quarters. While he never had anything against Sansa, he was never close to her, unlike Arya. Arya always expressed her appreciation to him even asking him if she was a bastard like him since they were always said to look so similar to each other. He had no ill will toward Sansa but she was influenced by lady Stark to be extremely proper which he never liked. He looked around her quarters, it was quite plain since he was expecting it to be more extravagant and "Ladylike".

"So Sansa, why did you want to talk to me about?" I interjected the silence, Sansa took a deep breath before starting "Sorry, I wouldn't confine in you unless the matter was important" I raised an eyebrow "I mean I don't gossip if that's what you mean, but if this issue is dire perhaps you could take it with father or your mother?"

Sansa shook her head, "No, I'm afraid if I were told father or mother they would believe me to be delusional in my matters, I believe to trust you with this" Jon was intrigued, Sansa turned to him about her problem was surprising, to say the least. "Promise me you won't tell anyone about what we talk about, please Jon" she was giving him the same pleading eyes as when Arya did when she asked him to hide him from Septa Mordane. "I promise Sansa, I promise".

Sansa took a deep breath before starting "Remember back when that creature attacked me?" Jon nodded solemnly "Look Sansa, I and Robb have both accepted that it was our fault that we endangered both you and…" "I accept your apology but, that's not what I wanted to talk about" Sansa interrupted him, as she continued, "After that incident, I feel more different than usual".

I looked at her confused "Like how different?" "First the bite wound healed faster than expected, second I have more energy than usual like I feel like I could run a mile without tiring, third lemon cakes my favorite treats have become less desirable compared to meats and lastly, I have been having dreams" "Dreams about what exactly?" "I'm running in a dark forest chasing a shadow".

Jon leaned back thinking thoughtfully about Sansa's musings. He tried to think back on the books he read in the Winterfell library. The dreams seemed where what intrigued him, because she said seems like she was in the perspective of a wolf. Her dreams seemed like a skinchanger, something on the likes of Varamyr Sixskins a free folk who controlled three wolves, a snow bear, a shadowcat, and an eagle. Granted the texts never said that ancient Starks had any ability to skinchange into animals, although the Stark lineage was one of the houses in the North next to the Karstarks to have the blood of the First Men. There was still little evidence to prove that the First Men could skinchange but the dreams just seemed to fit the description.

"I think you might be a skinchanger Sansa" "A skinchanger?" I nodded saying "Yeah, a person who wargs or enters an animal's mind and sees from their eyes" "So I'm skinchanging into a wolf in the woods" "Most Likely considering how you describe it" she fell back on the bed, looked like she was trying to accept the idea.

Then a thought entered Jon's head "Hey Sansa, when did you start having these dreams?" Sansa sat upright, putting a finger on her lips "I believe it was on the day when I woke up from my recovery" "So you have had these dreams for up to two weeks already" she nodded at his response. "Perhaps you should tell father, he may be able to offer a second opinion" "Well since you told me I could be what you say a skinchanger, what if father or mother think differently because of my gift?" I stared into her eyes while placing my hands on hers "Sansa, no one will think of you less because you're different I mean look at me. I'm a snow, a bastard but despite my status, Robb and Arya love me no less than you." He saw a ghost of a smile grace her face, then out of nowhere she hugged him.

He felt awkward about the act, granted Robb, Arya, Bran, and his father have given him hugs before but Sansa doing such a thing was a given. He stood motionless for a minute before she released her grip on him. "Thank you, Jon I'm grateful that I shared this with you" "Thank you for trusting me enough and I promise to carry this to my grave". As I got up to leave before I closed the door "Sansa, at least talk to Father about this, he may be able to help you" she nodded at his response "Don't worry Jon, I will talk to Father about this tomorrow". As I left her quarters, I had this premonition that something terrible was going to happen.

Notes:

I'm thinking of doing a Jon/Sansa pairing considering I feel like a Jon/Daenerys is so common to the point it over populates most fanfic websites. What do you think or should I just have no romance at all? Anyway the next chapter will be the one everyone was waiting for, will probably upload it before or on Victoria Monday hopefully :)