Author's Note: Wow almost a hundred follows and seventy faves! Thank you very much for the support, it's what keeps me going. Here's another chapter for you guys! I love feedback and reviews, let me know what you want to see in the fic! read and Review! Thanks! Majority would be from Jon's point of view at this point and very few from the Hightower siblings, until around chacpter 14 or 15.

Chapter 13

Winterfell

Jon had woken up next to Rhone at the mansion. The king was to arrive soon and it was best that he stayed near Mikken's. Every morning woke up to Rhone clinging onto him with her soft thighs showing, it was getting difficult for him to resist the view that he receives every time he wakes. Jon had gently touched her face, her blue eyes slowly opens and she smiles at him, she greets him with a passionate kiss with her fingers feeling his short growing beard.

"Is there any way I could convince you not to shave that off, Jon?" She had asked with her long fingers tracing his chest down to his torso.

Jon grinned at her, "I did not know you liked beards so much." He had told her.

She bit her lower lip, "Will you not have it done, then?" She had crawled on top of him.

He could see the strings of her nightgown loosen, hoping that she doesn't notice the excitement he has been having. He had assured his father he would not bed her, but she was making this literally hard for him.

She had taken his hand and placed it on her breast, it was perky and could barely fit his whole hand and squeezed it lightly. He had moved his hand, his callous fingers felt her nipples hardened as he played with the bud and supressed a moan. Jon was about to pull her closer so he could taste her skin, she instead sat on his torso, "you have not answered me yet, Jon Stark." She had smirked. He had realized that he was now legitimized, it was till so new to him.

"Jon?" She had called out again.

"It's Lady Starks' orders, Rhone. It's preparation for the king's arrival today." He had reminded her.

She frowned, "I don't want to go to a feast without you Jon." She had told him. Lady Stark had regrettably told him that it was best not to attend the feast. Even if Jon had know the truth in the eyes of the realm he was still a bastard. "I think I will be feeling ill today" she had acted dramatic. She had never liked social events, "I'm allergic to the court and small talk. I'll wait for you here." Jon had thought It must be so easy to decide that since she does not have Ser Baelor to decide for her.

they had heard his wolf pup, Ghost scraching at the door, "It's time for me to get up," Jon had kossed her forehead and prepared to leave.

Jon had head to Tommy the butcher he had met with Robb and Theon who were already getting groomed. "Why's your mother so dead-set on us getting pretty for the king?" Jon had asked his half brother.

"It's for the queen, I bet. I hear she's sleek as a mink" commented by the young Kraken.

"You've been to Kingslanding, Jon. I hear the prince is a right royal prick." Said Robb.

"The Hightowers and I did not stick around long enough to know. They had said it was wiser for us not to talk about it in the Capitol. But in the Reach, not a lot of them are impressed by the prince. The twins think the prince is a prick" Jon had told them.

"Think of all those southern girls he gets to stab with his right royal prick." Theon snarked.

Jon had frowned sitting to be groomed next, "Go on, Tommy, shave him good. He likes his own hair better than his betrothed." Robb had jested.

"She had been trying to convince me not to shave since yesterday." Jon defended as Tommy started shaving.

"Was she too prude to offer you anything good. Afterall, you're here having a shave." Theon had implied, Jon did not want to comment any more than he should.

They had gone to to the mansion to meet Ser Gerold to go to Winterfell altogether. "So clean and pretty." Ser Gerold had jested. "I left a raven sent to you at your chambers. You had seemed busy last night so I did not remind you." Gerold had smirked. The other two boys had raised an eyebrow at him.

Jon had shrugged, "I would see to it when we return, Ser Gerold. Where is Lady Rhone?" He had asked the brilliant knight.

"She is at her chambers with Ros. I had her try and to convince Rhone to come with us. It is best not to interrupt, Ser Jon." Gerold had told them. Giggling was heard from the hall at the second floor. Ros and Rhone had stepped out both looking bathed, Ros in her usual dress as Rhone in a light gray dress and a cape with white fur on it.

"Gods, that maid of yours is a fox, Ser Gerold" Theon had remarked.

"Look, but do not touch." Ser Gerold had warned. Before going upstairs to change into his armor.

Robb had smirked , "what had kept you busy, Jon?" He had asked Jon. "It looks like your relationship is flourishing, with the way you're looking uncomfortable I'd say she has you wrapped in her little finger." Robb had nudged Jon's arm.

Jon had blushed furiously.

Ros had continued to go to Ser Gerold's chambers. Rhone had descended from the stairs in her Myrish silk dress. "Good morning." She had greeted them.

They had exchanged pleasantries,"I had thought you were sick?" Jon had asked his betrothed.

"Ros had thought otherwise and had me bathed and slipped into my gown." She smirked, he had wondered if he should be jealous of Ros, he had felt the same way back in Sunspear.

"I'd like to be bathed by Ros too." Theon had smirked.

The little light had scoffed, "Doubt Gerold would let you, Greyjoy. He's a bit too possessive with that one." She crossed her arms. She faced Jon with a smile, "would you be wearing your armor today? She had asked him.

Jon shook his head, "No, my lady. I'll be wearing Northern traditional attire." He had informed her.

She smiled and linked her arm with his, "It's better than holding on to a tin man's arm." She jested.

After Gerold wore his armor they had all headed to Winterfell, to Rhone's dismay they had went by horse. She had looked unwell even sitting upfront. They had arrived just in time when the Royal entourage had been sighted at a very close distance at the Kings Road . Bran sees the procession from his perch high atop a castle wall and clambers nimbly down to tell everyone. Lady Catelyn and Maester Luwin walk to the courtyard, passing Bran's wolf pup.

"Gods, but they grow fast." It was only now that she saw Bran on the wall "Brandon!" She had called out.

"I saw the king! He's got hundreds of people!" He had excitedly announced.

"How many times have I told you: No climbing!" lady Stark had scolded the boy of ten.

"But he's coming right now! Down our road!" He had protested.

Her Tully blue eyes were filled with concern, "I want you to promise me: No more climbing." She had made Bran swear.

Bran had looked down, "I promise." He had said.

Lady Stark had smiled, "Do you know what?" She had asked the little boy.

"What?" Bran had asked back.

"You always look at your feet before you lie. Run and find your father. Tell him the king is close." She had told Bran.

Jon and the rest of the Hightower siblings had lined up behind the Starks, "Where's Arya? Sansa, where's your sister?" she had panicked.

Arya scoots past her parents to get in the receiving line, "Hey,, hey, hey, hey. What are you doing with that on?" Jon had heard his lord father and pulled off Arya's helm.

"Move!" Arya had pushed Bran.

Prince Joffrey in lined with the hound had entered who had been looking at Sansa's direction. Jon knew Robb would not take that lightly. More riders with banners arrived. A coach lumbers in, followed by King Robert, who was a fat dark haired man. Jon had found the man as dissapointing. All of them kneel as King Robert heaves himself off his horse. The fat king signals for all to rise and faced the Warden of The North. "Your Grace." Greeted Jon's lord father.

"You've got fat." the king had said ironically and both men laugh. "Cat!" The stag king greeted lady Stark.

The plump king king sighed, "Nine years. Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?" He had asked Lord Stark.

"Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours" Answered the Warden of The North.

The door of the wheel house had opened, the a young blonde boy, and a young blonde girl exit the carriage. The last to exit the carriage was the golden haired queen who was beautiful despite her age, Jon had thought of the similarity between Rhone and the queen both do not truly smile.

Jon had heard his siblings discreetly argue. " Who have we here? You must be Robb." The king had looked at Robb, then faced Sansa, "My, you're a pretty one." He had faced Arya who was tiny compared to the fat king, "Your name is?" He had asked.

"Arya" she had replied.

The stag king looked at Bran, "Ooh. Show us your muscles. You'll be a soldier." He had greeted Bran.

One of the golden cloaks removed his helm, his golden blonde hair and handsome face had been revealed. Jon had assumed the knight was Jamie Lannister, what a king should look like.

Jon had felt a nudge at his arm by his betrothed, "You are Jon?" The stag king had asked the legitimized son of Lord Stark.

Jon had bowed, "yes, your grace." He had answered remembering the things he had to kept secret according to his father.

The Lannister queen had approached them and they all bow. "My queen." Greeted Lord Stark and his wife.

"Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects." Said the king. Jon had remembered that the king had loved his mother dearly.

"We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait." The queen had told her king husband.

"Ned." The king had ignored the queen, humiliating her in front of everyone.

Rhone had been approached by the Queen as The rest of the people had dispersed, Rhone had curtsied, "My queen." She had greeted politely.

"Lady Rhone hightower of Oldtown, my have you grown into quite a beauty, sweetling. But your hair.." She had touched Rhone's chin and looked disappointed.

The little light shown a small smile, "it had been too hot at Oldtown, your grace" she had lied. She was told to always run a show in front of other highborn women who were not family.

The queen had linked her arm with Rhone to the little light's dismay. "Come accompany me to my chambers, the last I have seen you were almost my Myrcella's age, when you painted pictures of us in the Capitol." The queen had invited her. Rhone had thought that if the woman was not a queen she would have ran home and hide under her books.

They had been drinking tea in the queen's guest chambers, "I have heard what had happened to you in the past summers, i would like to give my condolences. Such an awful way to pass." She had told Rhone.

The little light had tried not to be bothered, "He was the love of my life, your grace. I sometimes still mourn for him, the North brings such painful memories from time to time." The little light had confessed.

The queen had taken a sip of her tea, "I had heard he was an accomplished boy. A pity Lord Leyton had betrothed you to baseborn knight of the North instead." Rhone did not like how the queen insulted her betrothed.

"We marry who our House lords tell us to marry, your grace." She had played the dutiful lady she was supposed to be.

"Ser Domeric Bolton did not soil you?" The queen had asked a personal question.

She shook her head, "No, your grace. He was a gallan knight, he did not wish ruin me like what had happened to his lady aunt." She had defended and lied about Domeric.

"Such a waste. If my eldest Steffon had lived he would have been close to your age, I would have considered you as a candidate for him." The Lannister queen had told the little light.

"I'm afraid I do not blend in the capitol, your grace. My opinions have not changed since I was young, the court is not for me. My grandfather had wished for me to stay within Oldtown and flourish the trade for Westeros. My grandfather wishes to have me wed and stay in Braavos to improve my work with the Ironbank." The little light explained.

The queen smirked, "House Hightower, humble and dutiful as always." She had commented. "We will commission to have another royal portrait with Tommen to be painted before we both leave the North, sweetling." The queen had requested.

The little light had sighed as she was forced to attend the feast, her betrothed was allowed to join as he was now a legitimate son, and both their presence would be missed even being just at the background. It had been less agonizing for Rhone during this feast.

Robb and Jon had approached their uncle Benjen. As Rhone had continued to drink her Arbor Gold. The amount of people has been making her claustrophobic, "Lady Rhone Hightower and her signature frown." She had heard a familiar voice that had once visited Oldtown. The little man had sat down in front of her.

The imp had kssed her knuckles, "Lord Tyrion Lannister and his signature drunken voice after whoring around." She had rolled her eyes before drinking from her cup.

He had laughed, "I would have mistaken you for my sister for that remark." He had described her. She had continued to frown, "I had heard of your venture with the Ironbank, congratulations. My father and Little finger would be chasing you sooner. Should we now call you the Ironlady of Oldtown?" He had jested.

"Gods, you sound like Gerold." The little light had complained.

"Where is that brothers of yours?" Tyrion had asked her.

"Drunk dancing, somewhere." She had replied.

"Short and sharp as always. And your betrothed? " he had continued to ask

"Preferred his uncle and half brother's company." She had answered.

"And your mind?" He had raised an eyebrow at her.

"In my study at our manor wishing for me to return and be kept away from all the small talk thrown at me throughout the whole day." She had thought it was safe to express in front of the little man.

He had chuckled, "I thought so, I should pay a visit at your workshop one of these days." He had told the little light

She smiled, "I am sure you will find many curious things there." Rhone had expressed. "So what are your plans for the North?" She had asked him.

"Well, I intend to visit castle black and piss at the other side of the wall." He had informed Rhone.

She chuckled, "I am not sure if I should be worried about your prick getting frozen or the poor wildling that would get hit by your piss." She smirked.

Tyrion pretender to look offended, "Such unladylike, Lady Rhone." He jested. "I remember you had wanted to see the wall as a child, perhaps you and your intended would like to join me, his uncle is after all, a sworn brother." He had invited her.

"My grandfather had wanted to start sending supplies to Castle Black. I will let you know. Is this a way for you to get a wheel house to join you so you will get comfort when you tire?" Rhone knew that the small man knew she preferred to travel with a coach.

He grinned at her as Jaime Lannister had approached them, "Good evening,Lady Rhone" he had kissed her knuckles. "I would like to borrow my brother our sister has been looking for him." He had stared at her for a few seconds.

"Alright I do not want to keep any of you from the queen." She had told them "thank you ser, Thank you for the company Lord Tyrion." She had dismissed them.

"Your betrothed had left you here on your own?" Ser Jaime had asked her.

"I prefer not to pass through small spaces, Winterfell is crowded tonight, I'm afraid do not fare well in crowds." She had excused herself.

The kingslayer had grinned at her, "I would never leave my lady unattended." He told her.

She had raised an eyebrow,"I would prefer not to burden anyone from doing what they wish to do. Just because of me" She had answered cooly.

"Let us go Jaime, I can feel our sister's eyes burning through our skulls." Said the little man.

Arya had caused trouble by throwing food at Sansa. So all three children had needed to retire. Jon and Rhone accompany Robb to tuck the children to bed. Afterwards all three had decided to the Godswood and then eventually to the springs with some wine . They had removed their cloaks since it was warmer at the springs.

"Thank the Gods I have the manor to come home to." Rhone had told Jon and Robb out of relief.

The young wolf had drank every drop of Dornish wine from his cup, "That prick of a prince still gets to my nerves. The way he looks at Sansa makes me want to-" he was cut off by Rhone.

"I heard that Sansa is going to be promised to the prick prince. You know Robb it is better to know that he is attracted to Sansa in some way than having an awkward marriage." She had pointed out while finishing her cup, she had already been drunk since the feast.

As much as Jon didn't like the prince his betrothed had a point. He had positioned his arm at Rhone's bare back as they sat at the ground,"There's some truth to that Robb. It is a better start than nothing." Jon had agreed filling his cup finishing the wine left.

"Sansa is still so young" the young wolf had furrowed his brows.

Jon had gulped down the dark red fluid, "She is thirteen, and soon she will be fourteen." Jon had told Robb.

"Soon she will flower. I know it is difficult to see her grow up. I saw it difficult to think of both of you as growing into men too, but that is something we will all have to accept." She had sighed and looked at the springs and stood up. The little light had looked at the pools, Robb had grinned at Jon signaling him to push her into the springs "we were all so young back then-" jon had pushed her bare back as they both laughed out loud.

She had flared and stood from the water "Are both mad? It's bloody cold outside!" She had looked mad. Jon had suddenly felt troubled by the flesh forming through every curve at her dress's material being thin. It was Southern dress so there were no sifts beneath the dress.

Robb had stopped laughing who had seemed to notice and looked away blushing, "I apologize, Jon, I did not mean to-"

"We both did not expect this, could you turn your back?" Jon had asked his half brother who complied.

Jon had faced Rhone who removed the dress and threw it at Jon, "hang it over to dry a bit on the rock." She had told him and sat down. As soon as he he returned she had splashed the hot waters at them

Intensely non stop until Job and Robb were both drenched even if they had tried to flee and return she had kept splashing at them. "GO ON FREEZE. That's what you both deserve!" She frowned.

Jon had to started to remove his clothes, "What are you doing?" Robb had asked Jon.

Jon had his clothes to dry beside Rhone's "We can't risk catching a cold with the king around we should just keep our distance from her when we get into the pool." Jon had told his half brother.

Robb was blushing, "Jon,w-we aren't children any more if anyone found out the three of us-" The young wolf was panicking.

"This was normal when we went to Dorne people were very public there, no one will find out if none of us say a word. Besides, we will not touch her, like I said we are to keep our distance." The white wolf reminded his half brother. Jon did not want to share her but these are times that they have to stop acting like blushing maidens, or it could be because Jon had not been green as he used to be to react this way.

Robb had raised an eyebrow at Jon, "What had happened in Dorne?" He heard a curious question.

Jon had blushed, "I-it was something the North would not understand." The white wolf chose to be vague.

Robb had looked at him shocked, "did you bed her? Father wou-" Jon had cut him off.

"Two other women. With her permission at that time it was complicated." It must be the wine that he had been so honest.

"Two other women at the same time?" Robb had looked at him surprised. Jon could not say she was there too, he had decided to get into the spring in his small clothes and did not bother to wait for Robb.

Rhone had suddenly pulled him close and climbed on top of him, "Rhone-" she had crashed her soft full lips on his deepened she had tasted like wine as her bare chest was against his and her hips grinding on his.

It had been interrupted when they had heard a splash which had her immediately detach herself from him, "we will not touch her you said" Robb had reminded Jon.

Jon and Rhone had flushed even more red, in defense it was not Jon who had initiated, "So Dorne." Robb had asked the both of them trying to avoid the awkward air.

A few days had passed, Rhone and Jon had agreed to accompany Tyrion Lannister to Castle Black,. The raven sent to Jon was from Lord Leyton who was sending supplies and materials to renovate the towers and tend to the needs of the men at The Wall. The white wolf was helping Rhone pack her belongings for the fortnight trip since the feast was to be held tonight and Jon was to join the hunt.

Rhone had kissed him randomly, "Must we go to the feast tonight I was hoping we could stay here since we cannot share the wheelhouse during the cold nights." She had sighed. "Both of us have been kept from eachother for a while you always being summoned by your lord father and I being asked by the queen to satiate her vanity. i swear I would be having blisters by the end of the moon." Rhone had rolled her eyes, she had been kept busy by the Lannister queen top paint numerous portraits.

The white wolf had slides his hands to feel her curves, "You are always too eager, my father has told me not to get you with child before we wed. That's only few moons away, but if you keep climbing and crawling on me-" she has bit his lip.

"You know that we don't have to to bed eachother, I could satisfy your needs if you wish, ser." She smirked at him with her fingers playing with his hair.

He had kissed her gently on the lips, "Maybe tonight, after the feast. I am to hunt at the Wolfswood with the king." He had told her.

That day a feast did not happen, Bran had fell from the abandoned tower, wolf pup's howling was heard even at Wintertown, the monarchs' stay were extended to give empathy to Lord Stark.