Jon POV:

Jon knew they'd never allow a bastard down south. The queen wouldn't allow it, it would only create division between the Starks and Baratheons. Nor would Catelyn allow him to stay in Winterfell. Jon to Catelyn was a constant reminder of his father's dishonorable acts, that had stained both her reputation and his. Jon had nowhere to go but his Uncle Ben had told him about the brotherhood that forms at the Wall and now it seemed that the Wall would be the only place that would have him. Castle Black was the only place where Jon knew he wouldn't be shamed by his bastardy. Nor would he be constantly reminded of it.

Robb and Theon had approached him after the feast for a hunt in the Wolfswood. Of course, the task of asking Eddard befell him.

"Come in," Jon heard Eddard call after he knocked on his door.

Eddards solar was organized to perfection, it always was. Eddard sat at his desk writing a letter. He looked up at Jon a look of indifference on his face. "Jon, what is it?"

"Robb and Theon offered me to join them on a hunt in the Wolfswood. I'd like to go."

"You're aware that we're hosting a royal party right?"

"Yes," Jon said gingerly

Eddard pursed his lips into a thin line. "Offer to take the princes."

Fuck, Jon thought. He was going to protest but decided it was better not to. He simply nodded and left the solar. Jon didn't like either of the princes, Joffrey was posh and acted like Jon didn't even exist. Tommen and Jon hadn't even interacted besides a handshake on the first day of the royal party's stay in Winterfell.

Tommen POV:

Tommen was breaking his fast with Myrcella, Sansa, and Joffrey. He noticed that Joff was quite the charmer when he wanted to be. And didn't act like a halfwit when Tommen was near him. Tommen was content to stay quiet while Myrcella, Sansa, and Joffrey talked. The beef and carrot stew was better up in the north than it was in the south he noted or perhaps it was because he had spent most of the morning outside in the bitterly cold weather..

He barely noticed the summer cold while in the castle. He had learned in his past life while visiting Winterfell that hot streams ran beneath the castle keeping the castle warm even in the coldest of winters.

This was the day Bran fell, Tommen remembered, and so he brooded there knowing it was wrong to let Bran fall; Yet he would let it happen anyway. Bran's dreams of becoming a knight of the Kingsguard would be crushed. He's going to fly…like I did. Tommen thought. I felt relieved and free when I fell. Bran will feel scared and helpless.

His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps behind him, two figures soon appeared in front of the four who were breaking their fast. Jon Snow and Robb Stark stated their intention of hunting in the Wolfswood and asked if the princes would join them. Joffrey of course liked hunting but would not lower himself to hunting with a bastard and a northern barbarian so he politely declined. Tommen did not like hunting, but he had to get on Robb's good side and needed something to take his mind off of Bran. So he accepted the invitation.

Robert was easy enough to convince especially when he was drunk. He knew his mother would probably say no so he avoided her and only asked the king which had its advantages such as asking for enough golden dragons to buy a brothel. Which he did, and Robert had forgotten of the whole conversation by morning.

He prepared Fastmane for the ride, he fed her some carrots along with an apple as he gently petted her mane. To his disdain, he learned that Theon Greyjoy would be joining them. Tommen could never forget what the Ironborn did to Winterfell. They killed Bran…they killed Rickon. But alas he was not his brother and would still show courtesy and respect towards the Ironborn. No matter what Theon did in the future. He wouldn't save Bran's dreams of becoming a Kingsguard and probably wouldn't be able to save his life either.

Fortunately for both Fastmane along with the other horses Grey Wind and Ghost were left in the kennels because of how much they upset the horses.

It was an hour's ride before they made it into the deeper parts of the Wolfswood, the sun was still high in the sky and it was bitterly cold. During the ride, he made sure to chat with the other three. He only really needed to talk to Robb but decided gaining the loyalties of Theon and Jon was an acceptable addition. Robb and Theon were practically brothers and yet Theon betrayed him anyway. Jon on the other hand was pretty much useless to Tommen's ambitions. Considering he was taking the black. But Tommen would make sure to supply the watch with food and weapons out of respect for Robb's half-brother.

Theon pulled his horse around Robb and Jon and asked "So what are we hunting?"

An hour away from Winterfell and we don't even know what we're bloody hunting? Seven Hells. Tommen mused.

"Stags, Does, Rabbits, whatever we see," Robb said simply.

They came into a clearing in the forest, a pond sat gracefully in the middle. It was a welcome beauty. Robb led the party followed by Theon while Tommen and Jon rode near the rear.

"My prince," Jon said "I've brought sparring swords and padded armor if you would like to take part in the dueling," Jon said with a hint of worry in his voice.

Tommen nodded then said, "Well it's a good thing my brother isn't here."

Jon was unsure of how to respond and simply turned his head and continued the ride.

They dismounted and camped near the pond whereupon they started to hunt for prey. It wasn't long before they found some. A boar. Theon was going to get the kill, he was the only one who cared to bring a bow. Once it was dead Theon skinned it while Tommen cooked it above a fire. Robb and Jon were already getting their first rounds in sparring while Theon and Tommen sat and talked watching the boar slowly cook. Tommen despite his resentment towards the Ironborn and his horrific acts at Winterfell began to enjoy his company. Theon always had a smile on his face and was able to get a laugh out of anyone.

"Fighting and fucking those are the only two good things in life. That's what I say" Theon said "You ever visit a brothel?"

I'm thirteen! Tommen thought, But I have bought several brothels so partaking in the act wasn't a foolish notion. Though he simply shook his head.

"Well, there's a wonderful brothel in Wintertown, there's this girl named Ros. She has the best tits!"

Tommen couldn't help but chuckle "Well I'll tell my father who to visit then."

"You telling me you've never lain with a woman before?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you… you want to go for a round?" Tommen asked gesturing towards the sparring swords.

"Hell's yes."

They put on the padded armor that Jon had brought and picked up two of the sparring swords. Theon and Tommen were neck and neck when it came to dueling. They were at a similar height though Theon was four years older than him. The duel lasted for several minutes, Tommen was more agile and generally had more skill while Theon was stronger and wasn't that far behind in skill. But was often prone to mocking his opponent and getting distracted, which Tommen found amusing but it could also get irksome at times.

Theon won two matches while Tommen won two others. Theon it seemed wasn't afraid of hurting the prince, there would be bruises in the morning but Tommen made sure that Theon would be bruised too. They made sure not to hit each other's faces, as the Queen would no doubt call for punishment if they learned what happened when they 'hunted' in the Wolfswood.

Tommen found himself enjoying the company of the three a lot more than he thought he would, he liked Robb the most because of his easy nature. Theon was the most talkative of the group and was always laughing. Jon was quiet at first but once he learned that Tommen didn't think himself higher than Jon simply because of his position or Jon's bastardy they got along fine. Tommen enjoyed eating the boar a lot more than he thought he would. It tasted better than the beef and carrot stew he had that morning.

After they ate, Robb and Tommen went against one another. Robb was the superior combatant having better strength and speed than Tommen. Tommen had to rely on his agility and some tricks that his uncle Jaime had taught him. They dueled for several minutes but Tommen was outmatched.

When Jon and Tommen fought they were already somewhat drunk from the wineskins they had brought along. Jon showed clear worry about hurting the prince, A bastard of Winterfell hurting a prince of the seven kingdoms?

Tommen was able to put Jon's worries to rest and Jon was by far the best swordsman of the group. Though he remained humble about it.

It was around midnight, they were all close to the fire, the northern summer night exacting its toll. Tommen could see why they liked to go 'hunting', it was the closest thing Tommen thought that he could get to a real friendship. He had a friend in Kings Landing he supposed; Ser Addam Hill (Tommen's sworn sword) and Corland Wode (Tommens brothel keep) had both proven themselves loyal. Though they were both four times his age.

The four of them grew tired and drunk from the wineskins Theon brought. Tommen leaned into the cushions that he had brought. It was the first real fun Tommen had experienced in years, he felt like he was an actual teenager and not a nine and twenty-year-old stuck in a three and ten-year-olds body.

They passed out that night quite drunkenly conversing about girls, swords, and the best type of wine. None of these fools have ever had Arbor Gold… how sad.

This story was originally posted on Ao3 and has several more chapters. I try to improve the older chapters that I'm releasing now because they have really bad writing.

The writing does get better and more descriptive at least to me it does in the later chapters.