A Prince of House Targaryen

Direwolf of Winterfell

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Jon Snow

The bastard of Winterfell ran as fast as he could; he didn't know where he was even going; all of it felt like a blur to him; why couldn't his father just accept him?

Why? Just why can't he see me as nothing more but his bastard? A stain on his honor. I showed everyone that I have worth as well, that the bastard name didn't mean that I'm worthless, I showed everyone that it doesn't matter if you are Trueborn or Bastard; in the end, the best men will come out on top, Jon thought, his mind in turmoil.

It had started snowing more since he ran away; Jon knew Kessa was following him. A smile formed on his lips; unlike his father, she didn't leave him alone; Jon knew Arya was like Kessa in a way; a chuckle escaped his mouth at the thought of his wild sister who couldn't stay put one second.

As he kept walking, Jon suddenly saw the entrance to the crypts, but it was open!? Jon finds it strange; his father would always make sure the door was closed whenever he left the crypts.

Jon gulped at the staircase that led inside the crypts, the stairs made of stones, two wolf statues at the right and left side just at the end of the stairs, almost as if they were guarding it from people who weren't Stark.

Jon felt his breath stop in his throat, suddenly cold; his throat felt as if it was made of sharp ice, cutting on his skin; breathing was suddenly hard for the boy.

Jon grabbed a torch placed in the wall, still burning, brightening up the tunnel in front of him. Jon slowly walked downstairs; every step felt heavy; he had been here before, two times, Jon remembered.

His father had brought him and Robb together one time, telling them about the past Kings of Winter, telling them about the rich history of House Stark and The North in general.

Robb had felt almost immediately comfortable in the crypts, but not Jon; he knew the kings of Winter were looking at him with contempt; they didn't want him here. You're No Stark.

The second time, when Robb had the brilliant idea that the crypts had hidden treasures buried underneath somewhere after hearing ridiculous stories from old nan who no one knew how old she was, all his father told them was that she was old nan even when he was growing up in Winterfell.

Jon didn't think they were any hidden treasures there, but he did think there might be something hidden there; the crypts went on forever, and the deeper you go, the older the sleeping kings were.

Jon took his step on the cold ground; the king of old was looking at him now; he was in a sacred place. Leave, You're No Stark

Jon heard them say, right now, he ignored them, but at the same time, he didn't even know why he was even here; no one was here.

Jon felt a shiver; he didn't know why but he could hear someone calling him, deep into the crypts, deeper than he had ever gone before; the deeper he got, the voices got louder, telling him that he didn't belong here, telling him that he was no Stark.

Jon reached a statue when the voices suddenly came to a halt; the bastard stopped dead in his tracks, the voices disappeared, and Jon's eyes found the statue of a woman. While it wasn't anything new to have Stark woman buried in the crypts, Jon's eyes went to the burning candle on her cold hands made of stone, as if trying to warm here, to brighten up the darkness around her.