Accession of the King

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"Normal Talk"

'Thoughts/internal monologue'

"Goddesses Talking" (only in their case)

"Shouting"

'Chant'

And without further ado here is the second chapter.

Enjoy.

The death of a principle God did not go unnoticed. When a god fell out of worship they do not necessarily die rather return to their legends. On the other hand, more worshippers a god have, the more powerful they have and easier access to the world of men. So when a God who was a whole pantheon unto themselves died, it sent ripples across the land.

Devout Septons felt a sudden unexplainable loss. The septons in prayer saw a child's shadow in snow before feeling disconnected. Cracks appeared in the idols of the Seven. The most affected were the Starry Sept where the high Septon and high sparrow fainted while praying and Winterfell where the idols simultaneously crumbled killing septa Mordane and septon Chayle with them who were offering evening prayers at the time.

The old gods woke from the slumber as the ripples pass through them. The gods of trees, rocks, rivers then sent visions to the green men and children of the forests before going back to sleep. Though short, the message was clear. The Seven-who-are-One dared to set foot in the north only to be bested by a child of eight namedays. Jon Snow had killed a god. Smallfolks living near Gods Eye felt a storm of energy from the direction of Isle of Faces. Green men began to prepare for journey towards Winterfell along with the children of forest from beyond the wall. The residual energy from the God's death was absorbed by the forest thus rejuvenating the dying embers of old magic and thus the children of forest.

On Iron Island where the rebellion was taking place, Aeron Grejoy priest of Drowned God collapsed and began to rant about northern heathen. Balon Greyjoy was already under tremendous pressure as his rebellion was crumbling around him. His brother, Euron along with his son Maron were gallivanting who knows where while the army of five kingdoms was almost at his door. He needed a miracle from the Drowned God. So when instead of providing answers Aeron went into the deep end he ordered his men to confide him in the temple and not let him out before he had any answer from their god.

Beyond the Wall the White Walkers turned to face the horizon towards the Wall. They felt a shift but did not know what to make of it. Their leader, the Night King too felt the shift perhaps more than the others. He felt the shift in the energy of higher plane but could not understand the significance of it. Ultimately he decided to ignore it. The plan to bring the long night remained same. After all there was not anyone who could do. The Night shall come and all shall be part of it. But maybe he should consult his lord.

Across Essos, in the various temples of R'hllor, uncontrolled fire broke out burning all the slaves to be sacrificed and various worshippers. Only the fire mages remained relatively unscathed. The remaining worshippers felt a sharp shift in their power. They saw the vision of a boy in snowfield overlapped by a shadow of westrosai knight. It looked as if the boy was looking down upon the peasants, ready to pass down judgement upon them. Some of them believed that their god had shown them the vision of Azor Ahai, while some believed that the overlapping figure of knight and snow indicated that the boy was or will be a warrior in service of Cold Ones. Both sects soon came to blows. Some firehands decided to look for answers in the flames and forbade anyone from instigating attack on the opposing sect.

In the destroyed city of Valyria, the fourteen flames awakened and began to rain ash and fire after being dormant for more than a century.

For something unnatural had occurred that threatened to destroy the maintained status quo.

Jon opened his eyes slowly in white expanse. His head was lying on someone's lap. He never had felt such peacefulness. Large feminine fingers were running through his hair. He craned his neck to look upon the figure that was holding him in her lap. What he saw was a woman of unmatched beauty. She had Valyrian features for there was no one else in Westeros that had silver hair and violet eyes. He had never seen those features outside of history books. She had a sharp face with upturned nose and high cheekbones. She had pale almost white skin, her lips were painted red. Despite all this she had a kind warm face, a face of a mother. He wondered if this was his mother, after all the God had called him dragonling. He died and his mother was waiting for him on this side, it made perfect sense. Maybe that was why his father refused to tell him his mother's name. Robert Baratheon had culled the Targaryens from Westeros and his father hid him to protect him, not that it mattered anymore. He was already dead. He wanted to say something but was too tired.

"Do not burden your mind with mortal concerns young one. You have bigger worries now." A second commented from the side. He was so engrossed that he did not notice a second woman that sat nearby. There was no doubt that they were sisters. But where the first woman had warm and smiling face, the second woman was stone faced.

"Stop it Shry, the lad had just faced mortal peril. He knows nothing of what is to come."

"Be that it may Meleys, the boy had done the impossible at such a young age. Despite fate's intervention, he is the sole being to achieve this in four centuries. He is barely more than an infant. His temper tantrums alone would be enough to sink islands. He has to understand that mortal concerns are beneath him. He now stands on a plane above mortals. He will soon realise this. Better he be prepared for what comes next." The first woman, Meleys, gave a huff and turned to face him.

"Fear not son, you may have never known the love of your mother but know that I, Meleys, goddess of love Fertility and motherhood* will always love you for you are now my adopted child. Now we have little time so let us proceed with the ceremony."

'The black arts that Aerion and I left behind

The secret birth of illegitimate child

Born of a fool and a goddess

A secret rite of usurpation

Only possible through the sacrifice of a god.'

They were Goddesses! First he fought a Warrior god and now he was in the company of two goddesses. It was a queer situation and he could not understand what was going on but he feared it had something to do with the death of Warrior. The second goddess then continued before he could ask anything.

"I, Shrykos Goddess of beginnings endings transitions and doorways, have witnessed the rite and proclaim it to be true."

'A Campione is thus born. Let the world grant this child their blessing and hatred.

'He is the Supreme Ruler. Since he had killed a celestial being, he can therefore call on the sacrosanct, divine power wielded by the gods.

'He is a Lord. Since the power to kill a deity is in his hands, he therefore looms over all mortals on Earth.

'He is a demon. For all the mortals who live in the world, none can assume a power to match his.

'Rise Aemon Targaryen, the Campione.'

Jon was now confused. He did not understand what this woman was saying. But he dare not interrupt her. When she finished speaking he could not keep his mouth shut. He forced himself to ask what was on his mind.

"What are you saying? What is happening? Who are-" a finger slid on his lips, stopping the flow of questions. The woman sighed and furrowed her bows.

"Hmm, you must be confused. I do not think we have much time but I think I can make an exception in this case. Since this is the first time I shall explain."

"We do not have time for that Meleys. We have already overstayed our welcome, anymore and we risk to descend." Shrykos protested, she was looking around as if searching for something.

"Oh hush Shry, he will be alone. He still does not know what is going on. And as you have said before he is barely more than an infant. He can guide future Campione." Shrykos gave a defeated sigh and a small nod receiving a beam of smile from her sister. Meleys then turned towards Jon.

"Now listen carefully son for I shall not repeat myself. You my dear child have slain a god. In doing so you became a Campione. I am Meleys, goddess of love motherhood and fertility and this is my sister Shrykos, Goddess of beginnings, endings, transitions, and doorways.

"Campione, or God Slayers, are humans who have slain gods through dumb luck and obtained the abilities of the slain god called Authorities. You will notice some changes in yourself both physical and mental. No mortal can hope to defeat you or harm you but you will crave battle. You will also live longer than any mortals. But be aware of other gods for they will come after you. You will thrive in such battles for each battle shall add the number of authorities and power to you. They will hunt you because you are an abomination in the natural order."

"But I am already dead." Meleys giggled at him and bumped his nose. Jon pouted at her but still waited for her answer.

"Yes you did die but you are now better. Just listen to your soul. You have all the knowledge you need inside you. I think that should be all. Everything else you will learn from experience. Now go, you have still so much to see and live for. See you."

"Wait! You said Aemon Targeryn. Is that my name? Am I really a Targeryn? Who is my mother? Please I beg of you I have so many question." He was so close to the answers

"Do not worry young one. You will find the truth in your journey." White light engulfed him and the last thing he heard was an amused laughter of the Goddess.

Jon opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by darkness. He felt weight pressing from all sides and feared that someone had buried him. He sat up and found himself buried only in snow on the forest floor. The same spot where the Warrior had pinned him against the tree. He turned to face the tree and found it red with blood. So whatever happened was not made up by his mind, not that he could imagine the pain. When he stood up and began to brush snow off himself he felt weird as he was forgetting something. Suddenly he brought up his right hand to his face and then stared on legs, both of them were cut off clearly by the Warrior. He froze upon the sight and then whopped in joy. He was healed. His hand and legs were back and he felt more alive than ever. He checked his surroundings. It was early hours in the morning. Despite the heavy snow he concluded that he had only been missing since last evening. He went through various life changing events in one day and now he just wanted to lie down on his bed and forget about it for the rest of the day. But he knew he may not get the chance. At least now he was closer to the identity of his mother.

'Robb would be worried. Guess I should head back.' As he turned to leave he spied his satchel snagged onto a branch. In all the chaos he had forgotten about the primary reason why he had been in the wolfswood in the first place. He checked the satchel for its content and gave a relived sigh when everything was accounted for.

He was halfway through the forest when he stumbled upon the search party. Rodrik was at the head of the party. A smile of relief spread across his face.

"Snow, we have been searching for you. Where were you lad?"

"I spent the night in the forest Rodrik." He did not explain further, not without sounding outlandish even in own mind. And he lived through with it.

When he did not explain further Rodrik decided not to question it, not when the lad was hale and healthy despite spending night in the forest. The events of last day heavy on his mind. He decided to count his luck for if Jon Snow died then he did not know how he would have explained it to Lord Stark.

"Bring the cloak!" A guard stepped forward with fresh cloak. When he took the wet cloak from Jon he frowned. The cloak was freezing wet from the snowfall. It should be folly to wear the cloak but the boy did not show any outward sign of feeling any ill effect.

"You sure you are alright lad?" when Jon nodded his head he looked for any signs of shivering or frost bite. Finding none he added the mystery to the growing pile. Something must have happened, Jon was a responsible and intelligent lad and knew better than to spend the night out in the snow alone without proper precaution. If the cold would not kill him then wild animals would have. When he came closer Rodrik's experienced eyes saw the signs, it looked like Jon was buried in snow but that could not be right. Lord Stark sometimes joked that winter was in their blood and now he wondered if there was some truth in it. While guiding Jon towards Winterfell he sent four guards to investigate in the direction Jon came from. He then sent a runner back to the castle to call off the search and inform the Starks about their success.

"Well come on then lad. I am sure fire and hot soup are waiting for you. Your brother was worried sick when you were missing last night. I am ashamed to say that in all the chaos last evening we were shorthanded."

"What happened? Is everyone alright?" worry crept into his voice. Did the gods went for his brother too? Robb was a follower of old gods and the Warrior said that the Seven had plans to subsume north. Robb would be an obstacle in their path.

"Everyone is alright, well not everyone. Your family is well. But last evening all the statues in the Sept crumbled, killing septa Mordane and septon Chayle. It almost caused a riot in Wintertown, smallfolks taking that as a sign. Took most of the night to stop them from burning the sept." Jon listened to it attentively. His mind went back to the events of last evening, there was definitely connection there. He had tried not to think about the true perpetuator of the attack. Hot anger burned from inside when he thought about Catelyn Stark and he struggled to not let it escape.

His emotions were heightened ever since he woke up. He had to make conscious effort to suppress them. He was not sure what he wanted to do about Lady Catelyn. He decided he would confront her before passing any judgement.

They trekked in silence with Rodrik occasionally throwing worried glances at him which he choose to ignore. Soon they reached wintertown and smallfolks were milling around, going along with their everyday life. There were no signs of unrest from the last evening. Some stopped their work to look upon their arrival but most did not pay them any mind.

When they reached the castle they saw Robb standing at the gate. He had been standing there since the runner announced their success. He would have ran towards the woods if his mother had not stopped him. As soon as he saw his brother he ran to hug him. Jon was prepared for the hug because he knew his brother was worried about him and soon Sansa and Bran joined them. Jon's eyes searched for Catelyn Stark and was surprised to see relief on her face. She dismissed the guards and motioned Rodrik to come inside.

"Enough children, you should let Jon come inside. He must be hungry and cold. Maester Luwin is waiting for him inside the hall." Jon kept his emotions suppressed at her words and silently let her guide them inside.

Maester Luwin was sitting near the hearth reading letters from Lord Stark. He looked up when he heard commotion from the entrance.

"Young Jon come, come sit and let me have a look at you." Jon sat on the bench and let Luwin examine him. Robb and Sansa were hovering over his shoulder. Jory deposited his cloak near him. Catelyn directed a maid to bring soup for him. Meanwhile she asked Rodrik about the situation where they found Jon.

"The lad was trekking towards us with his satchel. We are not sure how he survived the night without any protection. His cloak was soaking wet from snow but he did not show any signs of suffering from the cold. Truthfully I am waiting for Maester to give his verdict." Catelyn looked towards Luwin is askance but he shook his head.

"He is in good health my Lady. He is not suffering from any ill effect. I am not sure how but he is hale. Maybe he found adequate shelter during the night. Still I would suggest to let him rest for the day." Catelyn nodded in satisfaction raising Jon's confusion. He was itching to talk to her.

"I have already sent some guards to see if they can find any clues." Jon was silent during all this deciding how to answer the question. Robb was still holding onto his hands and Jon knew he was barely holding himself from overwhelming him with questions. Lady Catelyn must have warned him otherwise he was not one to hold himself. He was not sure what to tell them. Would they believe him or mark him as delusional? But if what lady Meleys has said was true then it would not be hard provide evidence to support his claim.

"I went to wolfswood yesterday to collect roots for Old Nan. On my way back I was attacked by a knight. I managed to kill him but I lost consciousness after that. I woke up this morning buried in snow and Rodrik found me soon after that." he decided to tell them half-truth. He will them the rest later. Everyone had worried look on their faces. Luwin began to prod him for any injuries that he may have missed. Rodrik was most sceptical of all.

"Pardon me Jon, but are you saying that you survived the night buried in snow after surviving and defeating a knight?"

"I do not know how to explain that without sounding delusional but that is the truth. I cannot say anymore without sorting it out myself."

Before Rodrik could question him further, the one of the guards sent to investigate returned. He came to stop in front of him while offering a quick bow to him and the Starks.

"Well Walton, did you find anything?"

The guard named Walton produced a ruined knife and handed it to Rodrik handle first. "We found this on the site. We also found a tree whose trunk was soaked in blood. It looked like someone rammed someone else into the trunk with a large sword. There was too much blood, enough that we believe that whoever was pinned on the tree to be dead. We searched the area and found blood trails buried beneath the snow not far from where we found Snow. Despite all this we have not yet located the body. We believe that someone may have removed it but our trackers are not sure. We have sent for one of the tracker with a hound to sniff out the trail of blood."

Just then a commotion sounded near the entrance as one of the hounds came barrelling towards Jon and one of the guards was running behind them while shouting explicitly.

"Lucy come back to dammed dog!" Sansa and Bran were behind their mother while Catelyn had hands on her heart. Rodrik was moving to catch the hound while Luwin had fallen off from his place while trying to get away. Robb had been frozen or maybe he did not want to leave his side. But before she could have attacked Jon, he caught her with the scruff of her neck. Everyone was stunned by the sight of eight namedays child reacting faster that anyone while stopping a full grown hound. Furthermore the hound began whimpering when she caught Jon's stare. Rodrik thundered towards the guard that had followed the hound.

"What is the meaning of this Alwyn?! Can you not even handle a hound?!"

The now named Alwyn quickly fell down on his knees and bowed his head. "A thousand apologies milord. I was tracking the blood that we found on trees. After catch the scent of blood she began to run towards the town so we followed her and before we knew she ran towards the castle but we were too slow to catch her."

Rodrik looked down on the hound that was on her back and Jon was rubbing her belly while encouraging Robb to do so too. Sansa and Bran clearly wanted to join then but Catelyn had gripped their hands.

"Perhaps a lesson in endurance is required. Get another hound to track the scent and for the sake of old gods have them leashed."

"Do not bother Rodrik." Jon cut off the order before the tracker could take off.

"Pray tell me why Snow."

"The blood Lucy was tracking is mine. She was running towards my cloak. I was pinned to that trunk. You can try again with another hound but the result will be the same." Jon said in a matter of fact tone.

"But you said that you bested the knight." Robb protested.

"I did but not before he had cut off my arm and legs and pinned me through the gut to that tree." He then pointed towards the knife. "I jammed that knife into his eyes and he burst into light."

"Maybe you hit you head too hard Snow. You are speaking nonsense!" Rodrik was having a hard time. First there was statues collapsing in the sept killing two, then situation almost came to blow when the smallfolks began to assemble to burn the sept. It took the whole night to deescalate the situation. When he returned to report back he learned Lord Stark's bastard had been missing. No one had seen him since last day before lunch. After much inquiry they found him in wolfswood and another pit of worms. A scene of murder and a missing body with Snow somehow involved in all this and now he was speaking nonsense which he could neither make heads nor tails of. So they may forgive him if he sounded a bit harsh.

Jon did not respond to his words rather he spread his cloak on the table. There was a tear that looked like it was tore open with a blade, not to mention it was soaked in blood. Rodrik cursed himself for missing that. Jon patted himself and found a tear in the front and back portion of his tunic. He showed them to him for examination.

"Will these prove that I am telling the truth?" Rodrik looked towards Luwin who was examining his gut for any signs of injury. He shook his head towards him when all he found was unblemished skin.

"And here you are without any scar to show for it." When Jon opened his mouth to protest Luwin stopped him.

"There should be some reasonable explanation for what you experienced. Get some rest, maybe your mind will feel better after a good sleep." Jon was upset that no one believed him and decided to test his powers. He closed his eyes in concentration and looked within himself. After a moment he found something and tugged at it. He opened his eyes and brought forth his sword arm.

'I am victory,

I am might.

Gaze upon this blade and know

Nothing shall stand in my sight.'

A flash of light almost blinded them but not for long. When they opened their eyes they saw a huge Greatsword in Jon's hand. It was bigger and more beautiful than any sword Rodrik had ever seen. It was approximately seven feet long and wide as one and half hand. He would have called it a monstrosity based on dimensions alone but it was masterfully made. He could tell it was made for a large person because no normal soldier could wield this blade in battle. But despite its cumbersomeness he could tell it would be a sight to witness the blade in action. He could not identify the metal which was bewildering because he was an accomplished knight and could identify the metal of most of the swords at first glance. At first he thought it was made of gold but that would be a folly as gold was poor metal for sword making. The cross guard was a seven pointed star with round pommel. Furthermore it was faintly glowing. It looked like a bard had brought forth his imagination to life. He had seen various swords in his life, from famed Dawn to Stark's ancestral sword Ice. But they all paled in comparison. All he could conclude was that this sword was not of this world for none can hide a sword like this. Maybe it was the sword from the age of heroes and Snow somehow stumble upon it.

Then sudden commotion snapped back his attention as he saw that maids and helpers present in great hall were glancing their way and murmuring amongst themselves. It seemed that the light show had caught their eyes. Lady Stark took control of the situation and directed everyone to leave the hall and asked him to post guards to avoid eavesdropping but he knew that the situation had already spiralled out of hand. The maids were terrible gossip and by sundown the whole wintertown would be heralding Snow as avatar of old gods.

Jon then put the sword on the table. Maester Luwin rushed forward to examine the blade, Rodrik was slow to follow, becoming wary of the lad.

"This is the weapon you are looking for Rodrik. I won that when the knight died." Rodrik looked at the blade and motioned Walton to take a look at it.

"The measurements match milord." Rodrik gave a weary sigh and nodded at the guard. He could not imagine the wielder of such a sword to loose.

"Call off the search. Sweep that area, see if you can find anything else there and increase the patrol. We do not know what transpired in that place but be on a lookout for any suspicious characters."

"But I told you what happed there." Jon was indignant that Rodrik was not believing his words.

"Aye, you told your version of what happened but you are a lad of eight namedays and you may have missed something. It is better to be prepared to avoid similar incidents in the future."

Jon snapped his mouth shut and did not protest further. He knew it was unnecessary but Rodrik would not budge. He took the safety of Stark family above anything else even his, though he was only a bastard.

"Snow, can you describe the knight to master Luwin? Maester Luwin I want you to send letters to White Harbour and Greywater watch. I want to know where this knight came from. If we can trace his path then we can know if someone was behind the attack. Did the knight say anything or was there a sigil anywhere on his person?" Jon was becoming more and more confused with the shift in attitude of Lady Catelyn. There was a hysterical note in her voice. It sounded as if she was worried for him but that could not be right. The warrior said that she bargained for his death. Maybe he was reading too much and she was fearing for her children and believed that someone was plotting against them when Lord Stark was away.

But Luwin was not listening to her, he was engrossed in the sword. He suddenly yelped when he tried to touch the blade. Blisters covered his fingers which he used to touch the blade. Lady Catelyn quickly pulled Robb and Bran who were hovering near the blade.

"What happened Maester?" Catelyn asked in a worried tone.

"I do not know my lady. When I touched the blade I felt pain in my hand felt it burn. But the blade itself is not burning and neither is the table." Here he indicated to spot where the blade lied. "The handle is cool to touch too. I would have expected it to radiate heat or at least flow through the handle and table but such is not the case. It is most perplexing. I have studied both metallurgy and higher mysteries but I have never came across any reference to such a phenomenon. If you look at the blade you can see these intricate lines which look like an aesthetic choice." He pointed towards the flowing lines on the surface of the blade. "But if you look closely you can see words such as 'Warrior', 'Victory' and 'Protector' in old common tongue. They are overlapping on each other creating these wonderful patterns. The metal itself is exotic. At first glance you could assume it to be gold at first glance. I can only theorize that this might be the blade from age of heroes that young Jon stumbled upon. That is all I can say without further examination. I will need to contact the Citadel though I fear they might not be much help either. Though I would suggest to store the blade somewhere secure to keep it and everyone else safe."

"But it is mine." Jon protested when Rodrik motioned Walton to secure the blade.

"Be that it may be lad but you are a kid. We will keep it safe until Lord Stark arrives, he will decide what to do with it. He way allow you to have it but it may be some time before you can wield it properly. First finish growing up and I think Lord Stark will agree with me. This blade is dangerous in inexperienced hand, more so for the wielder than the opponent." Jon glared angrily at him. He never had many things of his own and never one of such value. It was his bounty and Rodrik was taking it away. It was unfair!

The force of glare surprised Rodrik. His heart was thudding in his chest and his brows began to precipitate. The moment however was broken from the yell of the guard. They both turned their head towards Walton who seemed to be struggling to lift the blade.

"What are you doing you moron? Can you not even lift the blade? Do I have to train all of Winterfell garrison from ground up?!"

"The blade is not budging milord." Rodrik swore under his breath and pushed him away. When he tried to lift the blade himself he faced same results. The blade did not budge no matter how hard he pulled. After exerting tremendous amount of force he slipped on the floor but the blade was still stuck to the table. Sansa and Bran giggled at the scene and Robb was holding on to his laughter. He knew if he laughed now Rodrik would take his pound of flesh in the next training session. Taking pity on him, Jon stepped forward and lifted the blade easily off the table as if it weighed nothing more than a training blade. And then just to show off, stroked the blade with naked hands without showing any discomfort or ill effect. He then closed his eyes and concentrated. Every one watched dumbly as the blade vanished in motes of light while Bran was clapping in delight.

"There are some parts of the tale that I have not yet revealed but I need to sort it out myself before I can say any further. So please do not ask me more. I shall be in my chamber." He then left the hall before someone could stop him. Robb began following him. Sansa looked towards her mother who was looking at Jon's retreating back with concern and ran to catch up with her brothers. Bran wanted to follow them too but his mother swooped him in her arms before looking towards Luwin for answers. Luwin gave a tired sigh as he was in the dark same as rest of them. He began composing a letter to Citadel. He just hoped that they might have something.

The children were happy to have their brother back but the adults knew the true ramification of what Jon had done. Magic on such scale like Jon had shown by conjuring and vanishing the blade was often written in records but there never have been any tangible proof. Even the tricks used by priests of R'hllor were almost explained by maesters, or so they claimed. What no one could anticipate was the trouble that would be coming to the north as the stories about Jon spread. The maids that Catelyn forced out of the hall spared no time to spread stories about the events that transpired in the great hall. From there the various spies in service of different Houses picked the news.

House Stark may be the poorest of paramount houses but they were still the Lords of largest kingdom. On top of that the current King was the foster brother of Eddard Stark. The end of Blackfyre rebellion to the fall of Targeryn dynasty can be attributed to House Stark. In fact one of the maesters even joked that if the North ever catches cold the whole seven kingdom will sneeze.

Now as with the stories, they tend to go out of control. That is what the Lords who received reports from their spies assumed. They dismissed the reports as hearsays and went as far as to call off the spies believing them to have lost their minds to believe those absurd rumours. But when different sources confirmed those same rumours they decided to send few trusted people to get to the bottom of those stories.

Unaware of the chaos that he had caused, Jon entertained Robb and Sansa with the story of the events that happened yesterday. Though he made them promise not to spread the story before he revealed them to their father. What he did not tell them was of their mother's involvement for it will break their hearts.

While a modicum of normality returned to House Stark a lone figure slinked in the darkness away from the walls of the castle. After covering some distance from the walls he met with his friends who were hiding in the nearby foliage.

"So?" one of them asked.

The figure shook his head. "The whole town is spooked and the guards are more alert."

"So?"

"So we will need more time. If we rush now the whole plan will fall apart. We cannot win the castle from outside."

"We don't have more time you fucker. The army is almost at Pyke and it won't be much longer the rebellion will be crushed. We will not get a chance like this again. So you better not have wasted ou time."

"The plan remains the same. We have already smuggled most of what we need inside the town. Anymore and we will risk being found out. We just need some more time. The whole garrison is alert now but if we wait for them to lower their guards them it will be easier to catch them off-guard. Just trust me."

"Alright, I am going to give you some time but it will be our lord who you will have answer to if you fail."

"Don't worry about it. I will deliver what our lord has asked for me."

To be continued

End Notes:

As you can see I have shifted timeline of some of the events to make it easier for me. I had already written a rough draft before doing research on the books. So I will say that this will be somewhat AU.

*Meleys is the Goddess of Love and Fertility in Valyrian myths but they do not have anyone for motherhood so I added it to her.

Also before anyone points out, yes I know Campiones have enhanced bodies that can heal from even mortal wounds much faster and magic abilities which exceed that of the most powerful mages. But Jon gained the passive ability like Salvatore Doni's iron skin, making him invulnerable to mortal attacks.

Corny as hell but I tried so please be gentle with me.

Now onto some (one) question,

Trixie Lulamoon -"We are the Seven-Who-Are-One and the lady of Winterfell prayed for your death" What?!
Well yes, When Ned Stark brought the babe Jon, she prayed for his death. "Take him away, make him die." He then caught pox and almost didn't make it. When she saw him suffering she regretted condemning him to death. She prayed to the old gods to let him live through the night. She promised that if he lived, she would treat him like a son and ask Ned to name him Stark. However, she couldn't keep her promise.

However Jon did not catch pox at young age nor did he cause any issues. But when he began to show up Robb at the yard and Arya said her first words it brought back all her fears and she ended up bargaining Arya's future away.

Sorry if the language was not formal enough but the Warrior was already on a short time being in foreign territory uninvited.

See you guys soon.