More Ice than Fire (a game of thrones fanfiction )

No more than a Fairy Tale

Ok my first fic in english so there's probably a few mistakes.

I'm thinking about doing more one-shots bout the Stark children but I'm not sure though, need your opinion so please tell me what you think.

Just a Fairy Tale

Jon Snow felt like a ghost wondering the corridors of Winterfell, it was late, the moon stood high and proud in the northern sky, it was a beautiful night but Jon couldn't sleep, he had just dreamt that Lady Stark had kicked him out of Winterfell and left him alone to take care of himself, in his heart he knew that his father would never aloud that, but it was a fear that haunted him ever since the day he learned what a bastard was, and even before that, he had always known that Lady Catelyn didn't like him, she didn't treat him the way she treated his siblings, she was always cold towards him, but with Robb and Sansa and little Arya she was warm and nice, she was a mother, Jon always wanted a mother, but he knew he could never have one.

He kept walking not really paying attention to were he was going, until he bumped into someone, he looked up and saw grey eyes staring back at him.

" What are you doing up so late, Jon ? Is the hour of the wolf. " to Jon's surprise, Lord Stark did not seem angry but concerned,

" Couldn't sleep, I had a nightmare "

Jon could see the symphaty in his father's eyes " Do you want to tell me what was it about ? "

" No " Jon  never liked to talk about his father's wife with his father or with anyone else for that matter, Lord Eddard loved his wife and he didn't want to cause troubles between them, and even though he and Robb were brothers it didn't felt right to talk to him about his own mother, besides he didn't really understood what exactly it meant to be a bastard, and Arya was far to young to understand anything, and there wasn't anyone else in the castle that he was close enough to talk to.

" It's ok, everyone needs to keep their own secrets" Like you keep my mother's name a secret, Jon thought bitterly " Come, I'll take you to your room and I'll tell you a story. "

Ned opened the door to Jon's room, a few weeks ago the boy had shared a room with his son Robb but both the boys wanted their own rooms like Arya and Sansa, Cat would have made the girls sleep in the same room but they didn't get along very well, Sansa was a lady and Arya was a she-wolf, like Lyanna had been.

Once Jon was tucked into the bed, Lord Stark began.

" Many years ago in a distant kingdom there was a prince and a noble girl, though that girl wasn't really a Lady, she didn't like needlework, and she wasn't good at holding her tongue either, she always said what she thought, she liked to ride and was very strong-minded and willful."

" Like Arya. " 

Ned smiled " Yes the girl was a lot like Arya. " Indeed she was. " The girl fell in love with the prince, but the prince was already married and had children and the girl was already engaged to another. "

 Jon wasn't really interested in this story, it seemed like a story Sansa would enjoy, he liked knights and warriors not romances, bur his father knew that, so there had to be something good about this, so he kept quiet a listened to his father.

" But not even that could keep them apart so they ran away together, but Ro... the girls betrothed wanted her for she was as beautiful as she was strong, he started a war for her, the prince and the girl had been hiding in a tower but he had to leave to fight the war their love had started, so he left the girl there protected by knights. "

" Arya wouldn't want knights to protect her, she would go with the prince. " Jon said thinking of his willful little sister.

" Yes she would, and usualy the girl would to, however she was heavy with child. "

Jon seemed to frown at that.

" Was the child a bastard ? "

" Yes it was. " Idon't think so, the kingsguard was there after all, but i never knew for sure " But thats not exactly a bad thing, Jon. Now continuing with the story, the prince was killed by the girl's betrothed at the war. "

" Wait " the boy complained " in what kind of story does the hero die ? "

Ned smiled " The prince is not the hero, Jon. When the war was over and the girls betrothed won, the girl's brother came to her, he fought the knights that were protecting her because he thought they were hurting her, but when he got to her she was dying, it was a hard labor and even if the girl was a fighter, wich she was, she was also sad, her heart was broken and there's only so much one can take. " Ned eyes shone with tears but he refused to let them fall, He cannot know, I promised her. " The girl died, but first she made the brother promise her that he would take care of her baby boy, and he did, he told everyone he was his bastard and the boy grew up to be a great man and a warrior, one day he took back his father's throne and the bastard became a king, he married a beautiful queen and they lived happily ever after. "

" Wait if he was a bastard how did he became king ? "

" Because he was brave, and just but at the same time mercyful, the common folk liked him, they believed in him, and he did many great things, more than the son of the men who killed his father did, even though he was trueborn and the other was a bastard. "

" Does that mean I can do great things to ? " Jon asked.

" Of course you can, people will judge you for the manner of your birth, but you cannot let them get to you, you will have a harder life than Robb because of your name, but you'll always be a Stark by blood, never forget that. Don't let anyone tell you what you can and what you can't do, you're my son, no matter what, ok ? "

" Ok." In the end had liked the story, it gave him hope, he knew he couldn't be a king, but perhaps he could do something good that his father would be proud of someday.

" Now sleep. " Ned said while he kissed Jon's forehead.

When closed the door behind him, he let the tears he had been holding fall down his cheeks.

" Lyanna... " he whispered into the darkness " I'm keeping your promise, I will not let anyone hurt him. He is a wolf, not a dragon, you would be proud of him. "

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Years later, when Jon found out about his parents he remembered the story his father had told him, the story of his true parents, his father had told him about his mother after all and Jon never realized. He had never been able to forget that story, sometimes he would dream of it, but still he always said to himself it was nothing more than a story, a fairy tale, a bastard wasn't a king and would never be one no matter how brave and just he was, it was a fairy tale that his father had made up to make Jon feel better about himself. But still he took inspiration from that story, it showed him that his father cared, that his father had loved him and that he thought Jon was capable of more than just being a bastard. His father believed that he could do great things that was why he had made up the story and Jon wasn't going to let him down. 

Now Jon knew that all that was false, the story was real except perhaps the last part, he wasn't his father's son, he wasn't Robb or Arya's brother, but he was Lyanna Stark and Rhagar's Targaryen's son, not that it would change much in his heart he would always be more of a wolf than a dragon, more ice than fire.

But even that didn't change the fact that everything in his life had been a lie, his father, his brothers and sisters, even the story he had always held close to his heart as the prove that his father believed in him was not a story.

 You know nothing, Jon Snow.

I guess you were right, Ygritte, I really know nothing.