Hello once again everyone, I'm sorry for the long waited next chapter. I've been put on midnight shift so I've been becoming accustomed to being tired throughout the day. On top of that we wave a drill this week so I work long hours. I promise this will not be a normal occurrence. But, with all the happenings over seas my job will become more strenuous as time goes on. Each week I still plan to upload a chapter, so stay patient. Not going to lie I'm excited for the upcoming chapters. Also who's excited for the superbowl? The steelers blew it this year so my back up will be the pats beating a Philadelphia team. Thank you all for the much needed support. Keep reviews, thoughts, comments, and criticism coming. I will tell you I don't plan on making this only a Daenerys and Jon pairing. It has crossed my mind and romance will be present further on, but I think one pairing at the beginning is a bad move. There are other women I think Jon could see as at the very least attractive and his own honor will play a part of who he deems the best to side with. Enjoy this chapter and be ready for the next one coming next weekend. Airman out.

Jon Snow

Since the day he could recall anything in his head he knew Winterfell as home. From it's large cascading walls, to the coarse attitude and demeanor of the folks who lived in it. Nothing was held secret. Even hatred was out in the open.00

Now he would have to say goodbye to the only thing he knew and loved. Getting out of his bed was as hard as waking up from the visions he received. It hurt, it truly hurt deep down. Of course he would like to think this would not be the last time he stepped foot in these gracious walls. But the odds were against him.

His journey would be to a land unknown and foreign to him. He was used to the chills brought on by the thickness of snow and ice. The lands made the people hardened and stubborn. Where as the land of Essos was the exact opposite. They felt the heat from deserts and grass plains as far as the eye could see. He didn't know if location could truly determine one's moral state. But the North and the south were exact opposites in that line of sight.

The north, or at the very least the Stark family were held to standards known by all seven kingdoms. Ned Stark was the most honorable man who drew breath in these lands. He taught his children the same and expected compliance. The northern leader punished those who broke oaths of honor, who commit treasonous acts, and those who brought shame upon the lands just nearly south of the wall.

But, Essos from what he read was so different. The dothraki as an example where warriors without morality. They were said to be some of the greatest warriors the Gods ever blessed upon the lands. Though they held no honor. They treat women purely like livestock, death to them is nothing more than a short slash, and most of all any outsider is rarely looked upon with kindness.

To say Jon was nervous would be putting it mildly. He hadn't even left the north yet, and he was already shaking in his boots. He understood that he would have the famed Sword of the Morning next to him most of the time. But what good would he be against a supposed army of savages, as maester Luwin described them.

A knock at the door broke his thoughts quickly. "Jon are you awake?" Arya's voice questioned from the other side of the door.

A small smile protruded from his lips. "Yes I'm awake, Is something going on?" replied Jon through the thick wooden door. The obvious tone of playfulness was easily detectable to his sister.

"Not really, I left Septa's teachings early to give you something I think you'll like. Meet me out in the training yard in a few moments. You won't want to miss out!" she echoed as she ran down the hall. Her giggles followed briskly with her.

"What could she be up to?" Jon chuckled to himself. Gathering his garments and preparing his keepsakes for the trip to White Harbor. Every item he placed in his knapsack only reminded him of Winterfell. Each small unique memory surrounding the item as though it oozed from his mind itself.

Finally packing all his things and tightly noosing his scabbard to his hip, he walked quickly down the hallway out to the training yard. His footsteps pattering softly inside the vacancy of the walls.

He made it on top of the small watch tower. The same tower his father and Lady Stark calmly gazed down upon their children during their training. He smiled. His gaze fell upon The entire Stark family. They all looked happy to see his face. Even Catelyn Stark remained polite in seeing Jon's trek to his boat ride across the lands. The only person without much to be happy for was Theon. But of course his sour expression was forgotten by Jon.

Word of Jon's trip to "The Vale" surfaced across those who lived behind the great walls of Winterfell. It was not an easy thing to lie to his family, but according to his father. "Lying to keep your own family safe is never to be remembered as something lacking in honor."

He told them all of his plans to be knighted in the Vale. Catelyn urged on by her husband told the family that her sister would see to it that Jon would squire under a knight worthy enough of Jon's talent with a blade. Though at the time Jon had no idea of Catelyn's knowledge of his birth. It was shocking to say the least when she gave him a compliment of his swordsmanship.

They were happy for him though save the Greyjoy ward. If they only knew Jon's true journey would be far more dangerous than a simple knighthood. It pained Jon to lie to not only Arya but especially Bran and Robb. Not just about his voyage to see his family. But his own parentage. They were ecstatic to hear of Jon's opportunity to become something more than a simple ranger of the Night's Watch. "You can finally get rid of the name Snow! You can name yourself any name you want!" Bran had cried out

His dream was to be a knight. To someday be known for his battle prowess. Though he couldn't blame his ambition. The more he remembered that sound of screeches across the wall, the more he felt distaste for a battlefield. Especially one that would hold the fate of the entire world.

Robb had been happy as well. "You deserve this Snow, or whatever you'll be in years to come. Just know whatever your name is, you will have a place here amongst the Starks. You may never have our name, but you have our trust and hospitality." Robb declared.

Those words felt ice cold as soon as they made their way to his ears. He knew Robb meant nothing by it, but hearing him say he could never have the name Stark still made his heart hurt inside.

He understood the past painfully well. He understood why Ned his surrogate father had lied all those years. But every year he lied, every year Jon's hopes of being legitimized came to fruition. At first the denial stage set in when he was awoken from his visions. Denial of the love his family had for him. For if they really knew of who he was. The love and affection he knew all too well from Arya and Bran, and even sometimes Robb would disappear. Once those clouded thoughts left him. Sadness came forth.

He always wanted to be Jon Stark. But now he knew the truth, though he was not a bastard, he held the name of a house Jon knew very little about. Well besides history and stories. He barely knew of his father or any of his other forefathers. Save for a select few prominent figures and one very brutal one. He was truly lacking an identity now more than he did when he was a simple stain on Lord Eddard Stark's honor.

Then again, this was why he planned this out. He wanted to meet his other family. One he barely could claim ownership too. He knew he was technically considered a King by the standards set upon by the Targaryen descent. But, Robert Baratheon changed all that with his rebellion for the crown. Though Jon had no plans of changing his father's friend's rule. Jon's hatred of the man was very recognizable.

Even before he knew of his birth he felt disgust and an overall discontent with how Robert and Lord Tywin Lannister took care of the infants of his house. They slaughtered them without cause. Without remorse. He may not advance for the crown, but Jon knew one day one or both of them would suffer consequences for their actions.

"Come down here lad! We'd all like to see you off." exclaimed his father.

"I'll be right down!" Jon shouted right back. He hurried down the wooden steps. Each stair his foot hit made an audible creaking sound.

'Winterfell is truly in need of some renovations.' thought Jon.

Jon approached the Stark house hold. Robb stepped forward grasping him in a quick bear hug. "I'll miss you Snow."

Jon hugged back, "And I, you Stark. Work on that sword hand of yours, the next time I'm back I hope for better competition." Jon winked.

Robb laughed shoving his half brother away from him. "If you'll be training with knights, I doubt my practice will be any good against you."

Ned stepped forward calmly. "Here lad. Here is all the supplies you'll need, and some gold to see you off with. I could not be more proud of you Jon. Show the world what it's like to fight the men of the north." Ned said grasping his nephew in a quick hug.

Sansa and Lady Catelyn remained silent. Jon awaited for his little wolf to approach but she remained unseen. "Where is Arya. I thought she would be the one to see me off." Jon said searching desperately.

"She wanted to give you something to remind you of who you are." Lady Stark said. She remained neutral in the lads departure but Jon could tell the hostility had truly gone with his declaration of royalty.

Just as Jon was going to reply the sound of sprinting made its way to his ears. "JON! DON'T LEAVE YET!" shouted Arya her breath very narrow and quick as she paced her way down the stairs of Winterfell. Jon turned to see Arya finally behind him.

"I wanted to give you something to remember us by. Yesterday while you were in the training yard, Ser Jory was out on a hunt with father and found another one of these." She presented behind her back a tiny little direwolf. It's coat was as white as the snow that continued to fall upon them. It's eyes were wide open revealing a pair of red eyes comparable to roses. The little wolf was anxiously moving in the little girls arms wanting to be released.

Jon stepped forward holding his hands out. "We haven't named him yet, We all thought you deserved to call him by which you found fit." Lord Stark intervened.

Jon smiled. Rarely was Jon ever affected by emotion. Perhaps he inherited that from his uncle. But, this little pup was adorable. He held the little wolf closely to his chest.

"He has not uttered a single sound, unlike his brothers and sisters. He definitely is perfect for you." Arya said happily.

Jon was so surprised when he awoke to see all the Stark children with pet direwolves. The direwolf though the sigil of house stark where as legendary to the north as dragons were to the south. Most thought the creatures remained extinct. Only stories told of their presence beyond the wall and most just dismissed them as tall tales.

"Though we think he is the runt of the liter, he will still grow in size rather quickly. We left him some meat in your knapsack that I gave to you. Once fully grown he will be a force to be reckon with. Train him cautiously and make sure he knows you to be his master." Lord Stark commanded.

Jon nodded. Clutching the thick fur of the tiny little pup. As though knowing who was holding him, the little wolf eased itself into Jon's arms.

Arya suddenly jumped forward grasping Jon's waist tightly. Her eyes flooding with unshed tears. "I'm going to miss you" she said. Her voice muffled from Jon's trousers.

Jon moved his free hand to her back to rub comfortingly. "I will miss you too, I promise I'll be back when the time is right." Jon said smiling gently.

Jon kneeled down to her level. He whispered something quiet into her ear. "I left you something in your room, see it as a parting gift to remember me by." Jon said stroking the hair of the little girl.

She nodded enthusiastically. Excitement oozed from her eyes at the prospect of a gift.

Finally breaking the conversation, Lord Stark stepped forward. "I know this is not an easy way to say goodbye, but you have little time to waste lad. I have the horse prepared for your departure. Stay on the road, and please do not save your coin. Use it to stay in the local inns if you get drowsy." Ned said. He too was not ready to say goodbye to a lad of which he viewed as his own.

He may be the offspring of Lyanna and Rhaegar, but to him Jon would remain his son till his last breath. He raised him, taught him, cared for him, and would willingly give his own life for the boy. Greater love is not known more than to give your own life for another.

Jon smiled. Obvious to anyone his face was beginning to break. He quickly jumped into the already set up saddle of his horse. Trying his best to stop the streaks of wetness from escaping his eyes. "I will return one day, I promise." Jon said glancing back one last time at his family.

Little Arya, Bran, and Robb smiled. Though they would miss their sibling considerably, this would be the best for him. He was always destined for more than a life on the wall with thieves, rapists, and murderers. At the very least now, he would be able to show the rest of Westeros what the Stark family already knew. Jon is more than just some bastard. Unbeknownst to them, that thought rang true a million times over.

Jon clutched the reigns of his horse and sent his steed to a steady gallop beyond the walls of Winterfell. He glanced one more time back to see the walls slowly becoming less and less visible to the naked eye. The last time for a long time he would feel at home. At least how he viewed it. Home would always be the cold shilling sensations of the northern lands. They made him feel alive, as ironic as that sounds with the dead slowly approaching.

Years time would seal the end for all of humanity. Only one person held the knowledge to change the outcome of everything. He was on his way to see someone almost equal in importance to the lands of Westeros. His aunt.

Daenerys Targaryen

Time seemed to go by rather quickly since she caught wind of her brother's plot. Days turned to nights, and nights transitioned to mornings as though they were minutes apart. She could slowly begin to feel the nerves felt throughout her body come to life. She was to be wed to a Dothraki horse lord. Not just any Dothraki, but a man by the name of Khal Drogo. According to Illyrio his battle prowess was renowned throughout the lands. His braid was as long as any person could think possible. She found that somewhat intriguing.

But, feeling intrigued over someone did not calm her nerves. Of course her brother desired the iron throne. He did ever since he learned of his birthright. She being his sister and princess of the name Targaryen, Daenerys felt somewhat obligated to feel the same intensity as Viserys did for the throne.

It just was not what she wanted though. She missed the days where she felt safe. Well as safe as they could be with the Usurper's assassins always close on their trail. She wanted a home of her own. Not to go to war, but to feel at peace. To feel as though there was nothing that could send her life into turmoil.

Maybe that life was meant for another. She was to be "wed" to a warrior. No sold to a savage, to earn her brother his army. An army of screamers hopefully skilled enough to take back Westeros and show the seven kingdoms the king they've been waiting for.

She was not even nervous in the sense of normality. She was scared.

Tales of the Dothraki were easily heard of when passing through Essos. They were said to be absolutely brutal and intimidating to those who met their gaze. The women were nothing more than caregivers and a cunt to pursue pleasure. She was frightened to even think of how her soon to be husband would treat her.

Daenerys sat near her window. Gazing out towards the beautiful gardens that encompassed the brick work that she remained housed in. This would be the last time she would see such beauty for a long while. Once you became the wife of a Khal, or a Khaleesi as they would call it, the wonderment of flowers and beautiful landscape was not something high on the list of the Horde's doings.

"Dany! Where are you at? We have much to discuss!" shouted her brother. His voice carried down the empty hall ways of the vacant home. She sighed.

She would once again be briefed over her attitude and poise towards the leader of the horsemen.

"Ahhh there you are sweet sister. I've been looking all over for you." Viserys commented. His gaze narrowed slightly.

"What thoughts surround your mind? I can tell you are thinking quite intently." He pushed crossing his arms across his skinny chest.

She frowned. There was no way she could tell the truth. By doing so, she would endanger not only her own safety, but she would betray her own blood. Viserys would always be the rightful king of all seven kingdoms. He was next in line for the throne according to Targaryen lineage, and betraying that would mark her as another name amongst the history books to be accounted for as mad.

Though as time progressed the stories of her father's "proceedings" were becoming more apparent in Viserys. He was abusive to her not just verbally, but physically. He cared for nothing other than his won goals, and he remained spoiled to the veins. How else could he feel so passionately about a throne who's arms he had never rested upon.

"What is it?" Daenerys whispered out, making sure to make eye contact. It would be disrespectful to avoid a look towards a king.

"I have come to make sure you are prepared to meet this Khal Drogo." He said prideful. "Any mishap, and it could cost me my throne. Not only that but it could cost you something far more valuable than anything you could possibly fathom in that pretty little head of yours." Viserys smirked.

Daenerys paid close attention. She knew already how important this union would be, but what could it cost her and her family if this were to be somehow annulled. "What could happen?" She whispered. Her voice always quiet when her brother became this way.

Viserys walked over to her and gripped her arm tightly. His nails tearing slightly into her skin. She winced under the pressure but kept her position of calm. "They say the dothraki are savages of course, they take what they want. Their gold, food, weapons, and women were all taken from another. Imagine what they'd do to a girl who has not even reached her 17th name day." Viserys hissed.

Daenerys shuddered at the thought. Whatever he was implying could not at all be pleasant.

"If you do this right we can go home." Viserys smiled coyly.

Daenerys nodded. "That's all I want." She whispered back.

"Good, then make sure you look appealing to the Khal. The last thing we need is for him to see you as some low born hag." Visery called out already making his departure.

Once the door had shut her feelings overwhelmed her. She was told her whole entire life that she was a princess. A true Targaryen in everything but the crown. What would her ancestors think if they knew how terrified she was. Aegon the Conqueror was said to be one of, if not the greatest men who ever walked the lands. She derived of his blood. Of his valor. She would be strong. If not for herself, then for her family name.

She kept telling herself that but constant worry filled her mind. She needed comfort. She left her room quickly dismissing her handmaidens. She made her way outside viewing the flowers that surrounded the sandstone home they made their own. She smiled. The beauty of roses and wild flowers of Essos paired with the bright son filled her with some serenity. The only beauty she could find in a world where she felt absent.

Not knowing a pair of eyes followed her every step.

Arthur Dayne

Since the day he served as a member of the kings guard he felt truly honorable. He was a protector of a family that was meant to rule. A protector of peace and harmony. Even when Aerys the second ruled with a flaming dictatorship he felt he was doing the right thing. He knew one day Rhaegar would be King of the seven kingdoms. Changing all the wrong committed of his father.

The day he found out his best friend has perished at the hands of Robert Baratheon, was the day everything began to spiral towards regret and grief. Honor had always been a huge part of who he was as a person. That was why he protected the prince, and that was why he kept a watchful eye on the remaining Targaryen bloodline. Well not all of them.

Rhaegar's son according to Ned was growing quickly. Word of his skill with a blade was no surprise to him. He originated from two of the greatest families Westeros had ever come to know. The Targaryens with the power and leadership that kept the kingdoms from falling into darkness. Not only that, but blood of which possessed the requirements for magic. The Targaryen were one family that always were an enigma to maesters across the lands. They were known for their power to control dragons. A creature though forgotten at this time was truly remarkable throughout history.

But, the prince also possessed the blood of the wolf. The Targaryens were not the only ones who possessed the capabilities of magic. The Starks dated back to the blood of the first men. Stories of those who could enter the mind of animals along with the magic that created the great wall that protected the lands from who knew what.

This combination proved to make a true king. He of course was skeptical of the prince. The Starks always remained honorable, Ned was great friends with the usurper, at least a friendship that lasted during the rebellion of the mad king. These ideas could have kept Jon from viewing his other family as anything but a disgrace to history.

It surprised him when Lord Stark wrote him of Jon's traits and abilities. Of course swordsmanship was nothing too surprising. But, Jon's love and compassion surfaced. He his whole life was told of his heritage as nothing more than a stain on an honorable lord. But yet, according to the warden of the north Jon possessed true leadership qualities, and understanding. These were traits of a king to come.

Arthur's honor felt diminished. As he watched the Targaryen line grow, he saw the opposite of Jon in Viserys. He saw a mirror view of the mad king surfacing. Viserys proved to be a true fool in everything but his name. He was quick to anger and slow to forgiveness. He treated his own blood as a stepping stone for his quest to regain his father's throne. It was ironic.

If only the prince knew that another held a far greater claim to the throne. And Arthur awaited. Word of Jon's departure and knowledge of his true heritage had made him giddy with excitement. The son Rhaegar knew would be the fulfillment of prophecy was on his way to begin his birthright.

Arthur posed all this time as nothing more than a sell sword. He was paid to watch over Viserys and his sister, while keeping his true identity a secret. With his knowledge of Rhaegar's annulment to the Martell, he had to remain a shadow. Nothing more than a pair of eyes watching the two dragon spawn carefully.

This day he had woken up early to practice in the yard. His skills were one thing that over time had yet to diminish. Maybe that was the drive of a new king being born, or perhaps it was the guilt he felt for not protecting his best friend. Either way, he knew the tower of joy would not be his last time facing off with another.

After his practices he remained vigilant near the door of the girl. She was truly a beauty, her hair as white as snow. And eyes truly showing her Valaryian roots. Though she was brought forth of Aerys's seed, she lacked his hatred and love of pain. Daenerys had to have come from only her mother's side, for she was loving and lacked her brother's brutal mentality.

When the time came she would be much help and insight to the true king of Westeros. As would everyone else.

He had followed Daenerys after the overheard 'conversation' was held in her room with her brother. She looked distraught making her way past him towards the gardens of the home she resided. He remained behind her far enough to remain hidden to the sense but still able to gaze upon her turmoil.

"Princess is everything okay?" He inquired. He stepped forward into the sun.

Daenerys jumped in surprise. She turned quickly to lay eyes upon her bodyguard hired by Illyrio. "You should not be eavesdropping upon my doings sell sword!" She hissed. Her eyes betraying her words.

Arthur sighed. "I promise I have no ill intent princess, I just saw a tinge of fear behind your eyes. What may I ask is wrong?" He continued to push.

She shook her head. "Nothing is wrong with me, at the very least nothing that concerns someone only paid to watch over my safety." She calmly stated. Her hand grasping the railing of the garden path. She turned her head to continue staring off into the beauty of the flowers. Completely ignoring his presence.

"I do not see a woman who lacks a problem in her life, my mother used to tell me words of a woman in turmoil were nothing more than lies preached to a non believer." He said with a small smile befalling his lips.

Daeynerys smiled a bit at that. "Your mother was a smart woman." She whispered to herself.

Daenerys turned to face the sword of the morning. "What is your name sell sword? Or should I continue referring to you as such?" She questioned. A playful smile appearing upon her pale face.

"My name is Anthor my lady." he spoke out returning her smile.

"Well Anthor, I've come to realize that I'm the one who holds the fate of my house in my hands, or rather my blouse. One mistake would send my family name off the cliffs into darkness. My life is already decided for me without any of my consent. In a few days I will be married off to a supposed war lord. He will give me a child, and perhaps my brother the true king will bring our name respect throughout the lands once more…" She paused slightly obviously hesitant to continue. But a quick nod from the sell sword kept her mouth moving.

"I'm terrified. I know nothing of this man or the ways of the dothraki. I'm not some common mare to be rode for enjoyment. I'm a princess of a family that controlled dragons. A family who brought prosperity and peace throughout the lands. The fate of my house rests on my shoulders. My brother the one true king speaks of toasts and merriment of the return of the Targaryen. But, what if I fail? What if this Khal Drogo turns me away? What if I'm not enough?" She whispered out.

Arthur shook his head quickly. "My lady, with all due respect your house will never fall victim to nothing more than a memory. Your house created the very throne the usurpers rests his ass upon. Your family brought the seven kingdoms and all who live in it happiness and riches. You will never bring your own house dishonor and shame. Keep your head high for I truly believe this is only the beginning of your family. You never know what lies awaiting. Whether your family gains the throne or not, you will not be responsible of it." Arthur chose to use the word family rather than Viserys.

"Your family is more powerful than you realize my princess." Arthur concluded.

Daenerys sighed. "Thank you for your words, but they're nothing more than that. Just words." She said in true sadness. Her feet carried her away from the sword of the morning.

"It will come to pass, all that awaits is a young king of ice and fire." whispered Arthur.