BLIZZARD (JON SNOW X OC)

Chapter One (Both)

CHAPTER ONE

Alana

Age 16...

King's Landing

My mother had called me to her chambers to ask my opinion on a gown to wear for the upcoming celebration for my twin brother's first tourney win. Surely, a tourney is enough of a celebration in it's own but my father does not see it that way when his heir to the throne and pride and joy wins against Gregor "The Mountain" Clegane.

My younger brother and I speculated that Gregor threw the tourney for my twin so as not to be the guy known for unhorsing the heir to the throne. Or killing the son of Robert Baratheon, the King of Westeros.

As I hurried back to my chambers I was stopped by a woman with long red hair and eyes just as red. Almost hauntingly beautiful. I knew who she was as she was always paired with my Uncle Stannis. It started a few years ago and he says that there is no one in this world who's judgement he trusts more than hers.

With a candle in my hand I gulp down at the sight of her.

"Princess..." She says with a smile and her amulet glows slightly. "The Lord of the Light has spoken to me much about you..."

Lord of the Light my fucking ass.

My mother and father grew up in the Light of the Seven. If my father heard this woman uttering such things to me he'd take her tongue and feed it to The Hound, the man who is my personal sworn sword. Although right now I surely could use him to get away from this woman but he is currently with my brother Gendry as they prepare for the celebrations tomorrow.

I roll my eyes and she looks into the flame of my candle.

"Three children. Two fathers who will be two kings. Your son will wear the crown that best resembles that of a past king... From hundreds of years ago." She reaches for the flame and smiles more. "A wedding of red... A wedding of blue... Neither of which will be for you. Your home will flood and then fill with blood. For you will marry the promised prince."

I blink at her and shake my head at her stupid riddles.

"Listen lady, my uncle may believe your silly little rhymes. But I do not wish to hear them. I'm going to my bed and please do not follow me. Or recite anymore nursery rhymes. Thank you." I sneer and start to walk away when she grabs me by the arm.

"Hey!" I shout.

Fear in her eyes. "War will cover the realm and you will be left with a choice. Follow your husband and die with him or stay behind and keep your first boy safe."

"I'm not married, lady." I tell her with a scoff.

"Not yet my dear... But soon you will be."

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Jon

Age 17

Winterfell

"Ouch!" Theon shouts as I spar with him, using practice swords and not real ones. "You bastard!"

The insult no longer feels like an insult. I've become so accustomed to hearing it that it just goes in one ear and out the other. I wait for Theon to pick up the sword he dropped when suddenly I feel a blow to my back.

I drop down to my knees and hear Robb laughing at me.

"Ha! I snuck up on you!" My brother's smile was enough to infuriate me. "Oh come on, don't look at me like that! It's all in good fun."

"Robb!" Father calls out from above on the balcony where he's been watching us. "It's not an honorable kill if it's from behind. Your enemy should always see you before you strike the killing blow. A man with no honor-"

"Is Jaime Lannister. I know." Robb retorted with a scoff. "But isn't it just that much easier to strike and kill an enemy when they're vulnerable?"

"You want to be the last thing a man sees before you take his life. Attacking from behind is cowardly. Like poisoning someone." Father replies. "Perhaps you should learn a thing or two from Jon."

Robb grumbles. "Yeah.. Like how to be a bastard."

A growl forms in my throat and I clutch my practice sword. Watching as he stands there laughing with Theon as the two make jokes. Robb is facing me but not paying attention. My knuckles turn white as I grip the hilt with all my might. My chest rising and falling with rage.

Ahhh! I seethe as the sword in my hand hurdles toward Robb and knocks him right in the shoulder. His eyes widen at me as he falls right onto his ass. I stand over him and continue to glare down.

"What the fuck Jon!" He shouts.

"Nice hit!" My father claps. "Job well done, Jon. Now help him up and shake his hand."

Robb declines and then pushes me down to the ground. Anger rising in his blue eyes while his face reddens which makes his freckles more prominent. "You little fuck." He has me on the ground now as he winds his fist-

"Robb." My father is now standing over us. "We need to speak in private." A letter in his hand that has a royal seal on it. Robb lowers his fist and narrows his glare at me.

"This isn't over." Robb declares and I can't help but laugh.

Theon gives me a hand and shakes his head at me. "You're an idiot. He will never forgive you for that."

I snort as we walk toward the great hall. Passing by where my father is speaking to Robb by the stables. I can see horror written on his face while my father looks as though he's going to vomit everywhere. Their whispers are softer than the voices of the ghosts in the crypts.

Sitting down at a table I grab a cup of ale and start picking at the food laid out on the table. Grabbing an apple and throwing it in the air and then catching it on my knife before taking a bite from it.

"Show off." Sansa muttered as she walked past.

"You could probably do it with those knitting needles of yours." I tease back. "Come on, Sansa. Live a little. Life is short."

"Is your name life?" Theon said as he pat my head.

"We're the same height you asshole." I retort.

Sansa rolls her eyes and then walks away completely. I see the doors open again and Robb comes in and sits down. Placing his arms onto the table and slamming his head down into them and letting out a long grunt.

"What's wrong with you?" Theon said as he reached for a piece of bacon. "Ros not want a tumble with you today?"

Robb lifted his head slightly and groaned in annoyance.

"Wow." I said shaking my head. "Good talk, brother." I went to stand up when I heard the words that would change all of our lives forevermore.

"My bride is moving here for us to court until her mother feels it is time for her to be wed and then.. I'm a married man. No more whores. No more tavern nights with the boys... I have to court her and be with only her. Teach her the ways of the north-"

"She's not northern?" I raise a brow.

"She's Princess Alana Baratheon..." Robb groans again in sadness. "I'm marrying Robert Baratheon's fucking daughter."