Kings Landing 289 AC.

Varys.

It had taken him time to get his little birds into the North, time to make sure they were in place in the Vale. But the time was growing ever closer for the king to begin his fostering, in less than a year he'd be at Runestone and so Varys wished to be ready. The reports he had from the North filled him with more surety that the boy was what was needed, given how Robert behaved, Varys only hoped they could hold things together until he was ready.

Ser Arthur was training the boy daily, the Maester was doing a good job of keeping the boy on track with his education and though he longed to be able to visit to see him for himself, the time was not yet right. So he took comfort in reading his whispers of the boy, in reading the letters that he sent to the Hand, ones which even made Varys smile. The boy was polite, respectful, clever, and clearly the words spoken that he'd overheard had been taken to heart both by Ser Arthur and by Eddard Stark.

Given the king on the Throne, given how he ruled, his only issue with Jon Snow was that he wasn't ready to take the throne now. Instead, he'd need to wait some years and try to limit Robert's excesses, though given the Lannister's were more than content with allowing Robert be Robert, that was proving difficult. Even siring a bastard during his brother's wedding, in his brother's own marriage bed no less, wasn't enough to make the Lannister's withdraw their coin.

Hearing the scratching he opened the panel and one of his little birds, popped their head inside, the girl handed him the note and he handed her some coins and some candied fruits opening it to see what whisper he'd been sent.

Iron born attack, Lannisport burns

"And so the game begins anew." Varys said as he made his way from his rooms.

He walked to the Tower of the Hand intending to speak to Jon Arryn on the news, the man more to his tastes that whatever he'd find near the king's rooms. Usually, he'd take his whispers directly to the king, build favor with him, but he found that it was the Hand's favor he sought, his counsel he kept. Arriving at the tower he nodded to the guard who knocked on the door and he was allowed inside.

"Lord Varys." Jon Arryn said

"My Lord Hand, a whisper from the West."

"Your little birds been singing Varys, what song do you bring me today?" Jon Arryn's playful smile a surprise to Varys.

"The Lannister fleet burns my lord, The Iron Born have attacked."

"You know this for certain Lord Varys?" Jon Arryn said more seriously now.

"I do my lord, the attack has happened, no doubt Lord Tywin will be in contact soon."

"Have you spoken to the king?"

"I haven't my lord I came to speak to you first." he said and Jon nodded.

"This will mean war, Tywin will demand it and nothing will stop Robert from calling the banners."

"I know my lord, I'm sorry to bring you such news."

"It cannot be helped, I thank you Lord Varys for coming to me."

"My lord." he said with a bow when he stood up to leave.

It took them a few more days for the ravens to arrive, Tywin demanding retribution and Jon Arryn nodding to him for bringing the news to him first. The Hand had been able to send the ravens to his own house and to Eddard Stark's, and though the banners hadn't been called yet it was only a matter of time. As he headed to the small council chambers for the meeting he wondered would Robert be drunk or sober today.

"I want the damn banners called, Stannis you're Master of ships, how would you go about it?" Robert said loudly, sober for once.

"I need more ships, call for Redwyne to make his ships ready, I'll sail and meet with them. Clear the way to the Iron Islands themselves." Stannis said and Robert laughed.

"You see Jon, call the men, we head for the West. I'll mount Balon Greyjoy's ugly head on the wall myself, calls himself king, I didn't fight for a bloody throne to see some squid claim what's mine."

"Of course your grace."

"Send word to Ned, to Tywin, Varys send your little birds out, I want to know what the fucking squids are eating when they break their fasts and what color the shit is when it comes out of their arses."

The attack on Seagard came before they had left King's Landing and by the time Robert was ready to march, the North had already mustered and had made its way south. Varys though was more interested in the other piece of news he'd stumbled across, he'd missed the letter that had been sent to Yohn Royce, but he'd caught it on the other end.

Once Yohn was done he was to head to Winterfell and bring Jon Snow back to the Vale with him, the lad's fostering happening earlier than he had expected. In truth though he was glad of it, the sooner the king was in the Vale the sooner he and Jon Arryn could meet, also the easier it was for Varys himself to meet him. The North was too far away, but Runestone was little more than a ship journey, and so once he was settled in Varys would travel to see him.

He hoped Ser Arthur was in a good mood should he recognize him, it wasn't time yet to show the knight his true loyalties and the man may not accept his help. Harrenhal was still too fresh in the mind, but he could soon meet the king, and for that Varys was grateful and even more eager for this war to be won.

Winterfell 289 AC.

Cat.

He had won her over, his devotion to his sister alone would have been enough, but and she hated to admit it to herself, it was Ser Arthur's words which did it. Knowing he'd be leaving one day soon, had changed how she had looked at Jon Snow, changed how she'd felt about him. His presence should have shamed her and she knew deep down it did and yet the boy himself did not, the boy was sweet and kind and was ever ready with a smile.

He made Sansa laugh every day, he was dutiful and respectful, clever too, and his diligence to his studies kept Robb diligent to his own. The two could get up to mischief though, such as the time when he and Robb piled all the snow on one of the walls just so they could push it down onto a guard's head. That it happened when the men from the watch were here made it both better and worse to Cat's mind.

"What are you thinking of my love?" Ned said and she laughed as she brushed her hair.

"The boys' Ned, that thing with the snow." she said and her husband laughed as she joined him in bed.

"How long do you think it took them to pile it up Cat?"

She laughed until he kissed her and then she felt his arms go around her, her belly already swollen with another babe.

"Is it a boy do you think or a sister for Sansa?" he asked as his hand stroked her stomach.

"With how this one kicks if she's a girl, she'll be a handful." she said and he laughed again.

They were breaking their fast when the raven came, dark wings, dark words, that much was clear by her husband's face. He just nodded and called for Ser Arthur, Ser Rodrik, Vayon Poole, and Maester Luwin to join him in his solar then he kissed her cheek before leaving. Robb was eating his porridge and didn't notice the look of concern on her face and while it looked like Jon was playing with Sansa, it was clear to her that he had.

By the time she'd finished eating and had gotten the boys to do their chores, the keep was a hive of activity and her worry only grew. She made her way to Ned's solar and found him frantically writing out raven's scrolls, Luwin standing beside him.

"Ned what's going on."

"Maester, send those off, I'll do the rest by the time they're gone."

"Of course my lord, my lady." Luwin said as he left the room.

"Ned?"

"Robert has called the banners my love, the Greyjoy's have rebelled."

"Oh Ned." she said and he got up from his seat and walked to her, kneeling down in front of her.

"There is nothing to worry about, one kingdom against the rest, the man's a fool and this is folly."

"It's war Ned, anything can happen in war."

"Aye I know, I've sent for Benjen to come back from the wall, he'll be here to help, but you're the Lady of Winterfell, you, Robb, you need to be prepared."

"I will, promise me you'll come back to me my love, promise me." she said and while he paled some he also promised.

She was stunned to find that Ser Arthur wasn't joining her husband and between that and the knowledge of what had happened the last time Ned had gone to war, and what he had brought back with him when he returned, she felt the old feelings about Jon rise up once again. She could barely look at the boy and so she avoided him, spent her time in the Sept praying lest she say something she didn't mean.

During the feast the night before Ned left she found her looks or lack of them had been noticed by Jon and though the boy didn't say anything or even look at her differently, she felt it herself. When the boys were put the bed that night she took a moment to go and bid them goodnight, stopping off at Jon's bed before she left.

"Your father will return Jon, I worry too but he will return."

"You worry my lady?"

"I do, I've been so worried lately, I haven't been myself." she said and while she wasn't lying she couldn't bring herself to say what it was she'd been worried about."

"Robb and I will protect you my lady, you and Sansa." the little boy said and she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.

"I know you will, both of you, my brave little knights."

She got up to go and saw the small smile on the boy's face and the guilt she'd been feeling went away. Ser Arthur was standing outside when she was leaving and he smiled at her as she did so, something she never could have imagined she'd have seen from him after their first meeting.

"Ser Arthur." she said.

"I thank you for that my lady."

"May I ask you a question Ser?"

"You may."

"Why aren't you going with my husband?" she said and though she'd tried to keep it from being accusatory she knew she'd failed."

"Your husband will fight alongside his king my lady, I will not, I cannot. I swore an oath not to raise my arms against Robert Baratheon but he is not my king, he will never be my king, and should I find myself in his presence, I do not know if I can keep to my oath."

"Why do you hate him so? I know of you and Rhaegar and the friendship you shared, but surely it was war?"

"Was killing the children war? Their mother? Robert may not have struck the blows himself, but he welcomed them, he reveled in them. Do you know what he called them in the throne room that day?" he asked and she shook her head "Dragonspawn my lady, a babe and a three-year-old girl, I see no babes only Dragonspawn."

"I'm sorry Ser." she said horrified.

"I will stay, guard my nephew, your son, and daughter, and you, my lady. I shall protect you until your husband returns, on that I give you my oath." Arthur said and she nodded.

"I thank you Ser Arthur."

The night seemed to pass way too quickly, she lay with her husband twice that night, each time almost afraid to let him go, almost trying to keep him with her though it could not be. She didn't eat that morning, her appetite leaving her as he readied to leave, each moment feeling both too long and too short and she couldn't stand it. As they stood in the courtyard she watched him say goodbye to his children, Jon holding Sansa's hand and Robb standing beside them.

"Come back to me my love, come back to us." she said as she kissed him.

"I promise my lady." he said as he climbed on his horse she saw him nod to Ser Arthur and as he rode out Jon and Robb walked to her, Sansa reaching out for her hand and Jon stood to the side, his hand on his little wooden sword as he walked her back into the keep.

Runestone 289 AC.

Elaena.

Trying to find Ysilla when she hid was a chore, she knew all the best places and no matter how hard she looked, Elaena could never figure out where she would go. Today was no different and so she gave up, knowing the girl would get bored and come out, and once she did she could win. It took quite some time and finally, she saw her walking annoyed across the hall, she jumped out and grabbed her giving her friend a fright.

"Got you."

"You're supposed to look for me."

"But this is easier." she said and Ysilla sighed.

"Father is leaving." Ysilla said and she looked at her confused.

"But he only just returned."

"He is leaving again, to deal with the splids."

"Squids." she said and Ysilla giggled.

"I like mine better."

They walked back into the castle already bored of their hiding game, Maester Helliweg had taken ill and so their lessons had been canceled, the tutors being needed to prepare for the war. Her father's visit had been canceled and so he would miss her nameday and with uncle Yohn gone too, it would be an even lesser celebration this year. To make things worse Lady Lysa was back in the Vale, meaning she couldn't even go and see Myranda as she did every time her father came home.

Lady Lysa had made it clear she didn't like her, didn't wish her around, and while her father didn't care what the lady thought, others did, which meant if she was here, then Elaena was kept well away from her. Not that she minded that, the woman scared her and she would look at her funny, Ysilla had noticed it too, calling the woman the scary fish.

"What are you thinking of?" Ysilla asked as they sat down by the large window.

"The scary fish." she said and Ysilla giggled.

The two girls sat there laughing at the idea of the scary fish, Ysilla doing a rather passable impression of the last time she came to Runestone. Eventually, though their fun was interrupted and they were called by Marla and both of them had to get ready for dinner. With her uncle leaving on the morrow, her aunt wished for a feast and so they had one, the men who'd be leaving with him being joined by those who were staying and being wished good fortune.

Elaena looked around the room and saw the looks some of the men were giving others, worried looks, looks of support and concern, looks she had seen her aunt give her uncle over the last few days.

"Father says this is the largest army ever assembled." Robar said as she listened in to him speaking to his brother.

"All the kingdoms are coming together, even bigger than the rebellion I heard." Andar said.

"The Iron Islands won't know what hit them." Waymar added and though she agreed she found herself more worried than her cousins.

Helliweg didn't speak to them much on war and she found the books on it to be not to her taste, but Strong Sam was always willing to tell her tales when pressed. He told her of her mother and father, of how they met, he also told her of the Mountain Clans and to be careful when she was riding, and that she not travel too far from the guards she had with her.

He even told her tale of the rebellion and the dragon prince, though he surprisingly wasn't as angry at him as others were, something which surprised her since he knew the king and the Starks so well. He told her how war changes men, how no matter how someone is once they've fought in a war they change and some never change back. So as she listened to her cousins speak of glory and honor, she looked around the room and thought of the men that were leaving, hoping both for their return and that they didn't change too much.

"Come you two it's time for your bed." Marla said walking to the table.

"Please can we not stay a little longer?" she asked and tried her best to make her eyes go big and get her lip to quiver, knowing it usually worked on her old wet nurse.

"Don't try that with me girl, you forget I've known you since you were a babe."

"Please Marla, just a few more moments."

"I'm sorry my love, come your uncle wishes to speak to you when you're in your bed, you too little miss." Marla said looking to Ysilla.

The boys chuckled until Marla shot them an angry glare and then both she and Ysilla were brought to their room. While too old to share and with so many rooms they could use, she and Ysilla still preferred the large double room, the twin beds allowed them to speak to each other and it was comforting having her cousin so close. After Marla dressed them in their nightclothes and brushed their hair, they didn't have too long to wait until her uncle arrived.

"How are my precious girls?" he said as he leaned down to kiss Ysilla and then her on the cheek.

"We're good father, do you have to go, can you not stay?" Ysilla asked.

"The king calls and we answer that call, but we shall not be gone for long, on that I give you my promise."

"Will you see father?" she asked and her uncle moved over to her bed, sitting down to look at her.

"I doubt it little one, but if I do I'll be sure to give him your love."

"Be careful uncle." she said and he smiled kissing her forehead again before doing the same to Ysilla.

"I shall and I shall return, you both have my promise on that."

They broke their fast early the next morning and her aunt lined them all up in the courtyard of the castle to wave the men off. She looked at her uncle in his bronze armor, his greatsword tied to the saddle on his horse and his longsword on his hip. Behind him the men of House Royce, the brave soldiers off to do battle, and yet she found herself worrying for each and everyone she knew.

She memorized faces, Martyn and Laurence, the twins Gared and Gerold, other men she had grown up with. She held Ysilla's hand as they looked to her cousins, now squires riding with their knights and she prayed all three would return. Ander was as big as most of the men, Robar cheeky and quick to smile and Waymar young and cocky, yet she loved them all equally and feared for them all the same.

"Wave farewell to your brother's Ysilla." she heard her aunt say and as she looked to her cousin she could see the tears falling from her eyes.

"They'll come back Ysilla, they'll all come back." she said and hoped she was right, that she wasn't tempting the gods by saying such a thing.

Winterfell 289 AC.

Arthur.

With Ned away Jon seemed to take his duties even more seriously, his lessons, his sparring, even his watching over of his sister and aunt. He had tried to impart some of his own sense of duty, or honor into the boy, but Jon had a code all of his own. He joked one night with him that he was turning into a Tully, that Family, Duty, Honor were their words and not his.

But Jon had just looked at him as if to say they should be everyone's, that family was important, duty was important and honor was important. They had gone riding one day and he had come close to telling the boy the truth, seeing him on his horse, seeing how he rode. The memories of his mother soon came thick and fast as they raced over the fields, the lack of fear on Jon's face as the horse ran faster and faster reminding him of the fierce she-wolf.

When they stopped by the stream just seeing him speak to the horse, seeing him smile, all of it hit like an arrow to his heart. The boy was both his parents, when he was happy, which thankfully he was more than not, he was his mother though with his father and sister's smile. When he was sad or serious he was Rhaegar, every expression being mirror images of his prince.

"What was my mother like?" he asked his purple eyes looking up at him eagerly.

"I told you Jon, she was fierce, as fierce as anyone I've ever known, she loved to ride and could outmatch even I." he said and Jon smiled as he looked to the horse.

"Would she have loved me uncle, if she hadn't…would she have loved me?" he asked.

"She loved you Jon of that have no doubt, she loved you fiercely like a wolf loves it's young." he said and Jon smiled a little.

It was hard for him, to dance around the edges of the truth, to lie without lying, when Ned Stark had commissioned the statue of Lyanna he had made sure to bring Jon to see it as much as he could. He had told him of how she loved Winter Roses and the boy had when he went to visit her alone always brought one with him. He and Ned had argued over it, but he needed to know her even if he knew her only as his aunt for now, he needed to be able to put a face to the name and so in the end as with everything relating to Jon, Stark let him have his way.

"You served Prince Rhaegar did you not uncle?" he asked him one day.

"I did Jon, he was the best man I ever knew."

"But my aunt, what they say, how can it be so?"

"One day when you're older I'll tell you the truth of the prince and your aunt, for now, know this, not every tale you hear will be true, I was there while others were not, Do you think me an honorable man?"

"The most honorable, uncle."

"Then would I serve a dishonorable one?"

"No."

He had left it at that and it had pained him to do so, pained him not to be able to speak the truth, but Jon was clever, far smarter than a boy of his age should be and so in time, he'd come to know all he should. They say bastards grow up faster, that the world forces them too and despite the love, he had here, despite how he was treated, to the world he was still a bastard. So Jon pushed himself more, he tried harder, was more diligent in lessons, more driven in his swordplay, more honest in his dealings. For that Arthur took comfort, he was strict and a hard taskmaster, but the evidence of its success was in Jon himself and one day it would be needed.

As they rode back slowly to the keep on another of their daily rides they saw the men and he saw the excitement build in Jon's face, his uncle had returned, the war was over. They had received the raven telling them so a moon or so past, but they had no idea when his uncle would return and so had been caught by surprise. Riding faster to the keep they learned they had missed Ned himself, but the men of the North were everywhere.

"Go, go run to your uncle, I'll see the horses put away."

"No, it's a squire's duty uncle." Jon said and so they did so together.

As he walked into the hall he saw the banner, the black iron studs on a bronze field surrounded by runes and he knew the time had come to leave this place. They would be going to the Vale and sooner than he had thought and it surprised him that he had no wish to leave, no desire to go. But as he looked at Jon run to his uncle, he found his own duty called for him, his own sense of honor demanded he fulfill his oath and so he would.

Winterfell 289 AC.

Jon Snow.

He was introduced to Yohn Royce and his sons, the day after his father had returned, the night previously a feast was held and to celebrate the lord's return. His father had called him and Robb to him to meet Theon Greyjoy, the Iron Born to ward with House Stark to prevent another rebellion. He disliked the boy almost within moments of meeting him, he was here as a hostage and yet he sneered when hearing his name.

His father had put he and Robb to bed the night before and told him that Yohn was here to bring him to the Vale, that his wardship was to begin, and though he was excited, for some reason it felt as if he was being sent away, replaced even. Though he tried to put those feelings behind him as he and his uncle walked up to the lord in the yard, his bronze armor making him stand out from those around him.

"Ser Arthur, and you must be Jon?" Yohn said a smile on his face.

"I am my lord." he said with a bow as his uncle did likewise.

"Your father has convinced me to stay a few days longer Jon, to give you time to say your goodbyes to your family before we head off, so while I look forward to our journey lad, I also know what it's like to miss family. So go, speak to them, spend time with them, we'll have plenty of time for you to meet my boys and for us to get to know one another."

"I thank you my lord." he said and his father smiled at him as he ran off, his uncle following as always.

The next few days were hard, he did his best to spend his time equally with all of his family, with Sansa it was easy, she was upset but she didn't really understand that he was leaving for more than a just a trip. With his baby sister, it was for him even harder as he knew he'd not see be around to see her grow. But with Robb it was awkward, he and his brother never fought, they never argued, they were two sides of the same coin Lady Catelyn had always said.

Yet Robb was upset with him for leaving and so he began to spend more of his time with the Iron Born, something along with the older boy's smirks which drew an even bigger wedge between them. Theon seemed to take pleasure in his brother's annoyance and anger, feed it somehow and so he went out of his way to rile Jon up. So much so that instead of even trying to bridge the gap that was forming with his brother, his very presence only widened it.

Were it not for Lady Catelyn's intervention he may have left without speaking to his brother properly, without discussing his leaving at all. Each night Robb would turn his back to him and Jon would be left in his bed with no one to speak to. That changed when they were both called to Lady Catelyn's solar, both of them reprimanded for their foolishness.

"You two are brothers, kin, I know it upsets you both that you're being parted, but it shall upset you more if you part angry with each other. Robb, we both know you're going to miss your brother, do you wish to have him leave without him knowing that?"

"No mother."

"Jon, Theon is our ward, but he is not our blood, you cannot be replaced, you know this do you not?"

"I do my lady."

"I'm sorry Jon, I don't wish you to go." Robb said a moment later.

"Neither do I, but I must Robb, it's been agreed and I'll be a knight when I return."

"You can't be a knight, you're too grumpy." Robb japed.

"Me, you're far grumpier than I." he said before they both tired to out grump each other.

"Go, out the two of you, go spend some time together, you'll be leaving soon Jon."

He spent a couple of days with Robb, sparring, playing as many pranks on people as they could, generally being terrors, it was as if they were trying to fit years of adventures into the time they had left. The night before he was due to leave his father came to visit him and asked him to join him in the Godswood. He walked alone, uncle Arthur resting for the journey ahead and as they sat down at the Heart Tree he watched as his father began to polish Ice.

"A part of me wishes nothing more than you to stay here son, that you don't foster and instead grow up here, and yet fostering was the happiest time of my life. The Vale was a wondrous place and the friends I made there are still men I think fondly of today."

"I…"

"If you do not wish to go, Jon, I'll understand, there's no shame in wishing to stay with family, you can squire for your uncle and be a knight here if it's what you want."

"But Lord Arryn, will he not consider it an insult?"

"He may be put out Jon, but my foster father would understand."

"I want to stay father, but I want to go to. I want to see the world, earn my place, I want to be a knight not just because I'm my uncle's squire, I want to earn it too."

"You will Jon, I've no doubt you will, you are my blood Jon remember that you may not have my name, but you are and always will be my blood."

His father wasn't the most emotional man and so when he hugged him Jon found himself hugging him back even harder. As he slept that night he dreamt of purple eyes, of dark hair, and of a tree laughing at him as he rode away. Waking up the next morning he dressed and broke his fast in the Great Hall, how long it would be until he returned here he couldn't tell, but he knew one day he would.

His father, Lady Catelyn and little Arya, Robb, Sansa, his uncle Benjen Ser Rodrik and Jory Cassell, Old Nan and Vayon Pooke, his father had lined up the entire household of Winterfell to wave him off. It was hard saying his goodbyes to them all, Old Nan ruffled his hair, both Rodrik and Jory told him to do the North proud. But as hard as that was it was harder to say goodbye to his family.

"I'll miss you little sister, I'll write and come visit when I can."

"Miss you Jon." Sansa said and he turned and hugged his brother, no words spoken between them as they had spent the night saying their goodbyes.

"Uncle Benjen." he said and his uncle grabbed him hugging him tight, both of them almost matching each other in their black clothing.

"Make sure you write me, nephew, the wall is cold and a letter from my nephew will warm up my heart lad." Benjen said.

"My lady." he said as he stood in front of Lady Catelyn, the cloak she had embroidered for him blowing in the wind as he stood there.

"Take care of yourself Jon, write and know we will miss you." she said as she kissed his forehead, she was not his mother, he knew that, but she had treated him as a son and he would have been proud to call her so.

"Father, I."

"Be well son, listen to Lord Yohn and to Arthur, remember what I told you."

"I will."

He mounted his horse and after Lord Yohn gave a nod to his father they began to ride out his uncle riding alongside him along with Lord Yohn's sons. As they rode out the South Gate he looked back to see his brother and sister waving, he waved back and forced a smile to his face and wondered when he'd see them again.

"Cheer up Jon, we have an adventure ahead of us and we will return." his uncle said and he smiled and turned his head, his path lay ahead of him and where it would lead only the gods knew.

A/N: As always thanks to all who've read and especially those who've reviewed. Up next Jon gets closer to his new lord and his sons as they travel to the Vale, Arthur is visited by Howland Reed and Jon Arryn welcomes the conquering hero and a tourney is called for.

PaulyB: Arthur being who he is and who Jon is, no way he lets that slide, plus Howland had told him to do so and you see the effect of what he did here.

Xivu: It was only when reading your comment I actually though of that, yep one door she didn't open thank god.

Melina: I like to change things up a bit so if I use a person in a more antagonistic role in a story I like to balance it out in another, as you see here Cat is even friendlier to Jon than canon, Arthur standing up to her has allowed her to know Jon is leaving and stopped a lot of the fear/concern she had about him to take route, the flip side is that she's come to care about him also. It's hard to not leave him in WF, but in some ways I really wanted him to be connected even more, so he will think of it a lot when he's gone and he will visit, though not for some time.

Kellar: Jon will be his own version of the Dragonknight, in this he'll have his Naerys.

1234: Thanks so much, so glad you liked it.

Carolus: Mya will play a big role in this, one of the things I like is how a change can ripple, so we'll be seeing that a lot of fates in the Vale will be changed by Jon's arrival.

Xand007: Thanks my friend. I wanted to go completely 180 with Jon A here, so we'll be seeing a far different version of him, as for LF well he and Jon will not be friend lol.

Dunk: I've not decided on the egg, but fAegon may very well make an appearance, LF will be a big part of this, as for Varys well he's firmly on Jon's side. Arthur won't be specifically looking into the Targs as him being on his own, it'll be fully Jon he concentrates on.

Leinad: Aquí ella será muy diferente, aunque también tendrá sus momentos canónicos.

Guest: I do try and make them different so Cat here is very much so, with Elaena there simply isn't a canon character that could fit the role so I had to go OC, but I hope you like her.

Lostindarkness: Thanks so much my friend.

Mrspotter: One of the things that fascinates me is how a little change depending on when and to who can completely turn things on their head, here Cat knowing Jon is leaving from pretty much straight away has allowed her to not worry on him so much and instead just look at him as who he is, it's completely changed their relationship.

Sageofchaos: Thanks hope you like where it goes.

XanMerrick: Thanks so much my friend.

Daryldixon: really glad you liked it.