au where jon deserts to join robb
Jon leaves the night the letter comes. He rides hard, racing away from the shouts of his brothers. Not my brothers, not anymore. He rides for days following Ghost who seems to know the way. Jon wonders if he can sense Grey Wind, if Grey Wind will tear out Ghost’s throat the way Robb may take his head. The thought makes his stomach seize and he pushes it away. He made his choice, there’s no turning back now. They stumble upon Robb’s camp suddenly and Jon reins in his horse, turning quickly back into the woods. He calls Ghost to him quietly and hopes that no one saw him as they slip between the trees. He waits until the sun sets and scrawls on a piece of parchment Black wasn’t my color after all and ties it around Ghost’s neck.
“Find Robb and only Robb. Don’t be seen Ghost.” The direwolf turns and races into the camp. A moment later and the white wolf is gone. Ah, now the wait. It’s horrible. Jon thinks about getting back on his horse and riding north, begging the Lord Commander to take him back yet he remains frozen to the spot. It seems like hours before he sees the wolves. Ghost and Grey Wind are racing towards him, shoulder to shoulder, nipping at each others muzzles. They reach him and Grey Wind pushes his head into Jon’s stomach. He licks at Jon’s hand and with a quiet laugh he scratches his favorite spot behind his cheek.
Jon looks up and Robb is there before him. He’s wearing a thin shirt and a hastily thrown on cloak. His hair is tousled, his cheeks gaunt and unshaven. His voice is thick with sleep and its clear Ghost woke him up. Jon’s heart aches at the sight of him, Gods how he has missed him. He didn’t realize just how much until Robb was there before him. For a second he thought he might be dreaming and would wake up back at Castle Black, Sam shaking his shoulder and talking cheerily about breakfast. Robb’s eyes look over Jon and Jon can’t help but feel self-conscious painfully aware of his black cloak proclaiming him a traitor. A moment hangs between them.
Jon is interrupted as Robb pulls him to him, gripping him tightly. “Shut up,” he says into his neck, “just shut up Snow”
Jon grips Robb tightly, relishing the fact that he’s really here. He smells like home, like Winterfell except rougher somehow. The rusty scent of blood clings to him screaming war, war, war. Grey Wind licks at Robb’s palm and he laughs, a shaky thing that sounds like Jon’s legs feel. They pull apart and the smile hangs on Robb’s face for a moment before it slides away.
“I couldn’t let you fight the Lannisters alone,”
“He was my father too Robb. And you’re my brother. This is my place”
Robb looks off to the distance a moment his eyes unfocused. He nods to himself and looks back to him.
“You’ll need a new cloak I think”
“How will you explain it?”
“I don’t know. But…” he hesitates “I couldn’t do it. Not to you”
“Do you think father would have done it to Benjen?”
“Father wasn’t a king”
“Oh.” King. Who knew a word could carry so much weight. “Should I call you Your Grace then?” Robb snorts and rolls his eyes, making Jon smile.
“You call me Your Grace and I will have your head”
“Yes, Your Grace,” Jon says through a smirk. Robb punches his arm and then pulls him into another hug.,
“It’s been hard” he says softly
They break apart and begin walking back to camp their wolves walking ahead of them.
“Your mother is going to kill me”
Robb lets out a bark of a laugh. “She’ll kill me right after, don’t worry”
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Those drums are too goddamned loud,Jon thinks. His head is pounding and he wonders if maybe the drums are all in his head, but then he sees Lady Stark wince as the drum hits again. Robb doesn’t seem to notice the drums he’s laughing with Dacey Mormont. The bedding begins and Jon feels too sick to move. He remains at the bench and notes dimly the Roslin is crying. Edmure isn’t that ugly Jon thinks to himself and then wonders if losing a maidenhead is as painful as they say. The room empties as the guests follow the bride and the groom to the bridal chamber. A handful of people are left in the room, Robb among them. Robb moves from Dacey and sits by his mother whispering. Dacey approaches Edmyn Frey who shakes her off with a loud “NO” and storms off down the hall. It seems odd. Lady Stark must sense it too, she collects herself and storms after Edwyn. Jon pulls himself to his feet and begins walking towards Robb. The music changes into something familiar. He cant quite place it without the words. He reaches Robb.
“What is this song?”
“I think it’s the Rains of Castam-“
There is a loud slap from the end of the hall. Jon and Robb turn to see Lady Stark raise her hand for a second slap her face pale and twisted. Edmyn grabs her arm and pushes her to the floor. Robb makes a sound that remind Jon of Grey Wind before he kills and he begins to step towards Edwyn. That’s when the first quarrel pierces his side with a loud thrump. Robb stops a moment and time seems to freeze. Jon sees the arrow without truly seeing it, he feels like his insides have been scooped out and tossed across the room. Robb looks at his side when the second arrow lodges itself in his leg. Robb falls to his knees and suddenly time is moving too fast. Smalljon has turned over a table and thrown it in front of Robb screaming at the Freys. Jon’s limbs don’t feel heavy anymore as he covers Robb’s body with his own. He clutches him to his chest and buries his head in Robb’s neck.
“It’ll be all right, Robb. It’ll be all right,” Jon screams at him, willing it to all be all right. Robb’s labored breathing cuts at Jon. As does the arrow as it pierces his spine. Jon screams, clutching Robb tighter as he throws his head back in pain. Another arrow hits him in the shoulder. And another. And another. With each hit Jon clutches Robb tighter, his body sagging forward leaning against Robb. Jon hears Robb cry out a warbled “Jon, Jon, NO,” and Jon feels Robb’s hand clutch his own. Jon lets out a cry. Another arrow lands in his back and Jon’s last thought is I belong here. At least, in the end, I was with my brother..
They say that Robb Stark’s bastard brother died shielding his brother’s body with his own. The lad held on so tight that they had to hack off his hands to get at the king. They killed Robb Stark, his brother, his mother and his bannerman. They say that the direwolves fought together trying to reach their masters, but they were slain as well. They didn’t even keep their bodies together. They threw Lady Stark down the river. They sewed the king’s wolf’s head onto Stark’s body. They threw the bastard and his wolf from the top of the walls of the Twins. Boy deserted the Night’s Watch, they thought it clever I suppose.