After their fated meeting, the prophecy has changed, the one that discarded the Targaryen's prophecy - A Song of Ice and Fire, now… it is called as a "Song of Heaven and Earth", a prophecy that is meant to save the world from its damnation or an End of the world, an upcoming apocalyptic war between Heaven, Earth and Hell, of Order and Chaos, and even the war against the immortal, mortals and an undead in the near future.
At the time where after Jon and Olivia met on the Godswood, the sunlight above the sky has spread slowly across Winter Town, both pale and thin against the lingering cold of the North. Every snow lay packed along the narrow streets where countless leather boots had pressed it into hardened paths. The smoke drifted from low chimneys and hung in the air before the wind carried it toward the open fields beyond the walls. The day had begun early, as it always did in the shadow of Winterfell, where work rarely waited for comfort.
However, that's where our auburn-haired young wolf - Robb Stark, the firstborn son of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn Stark, Heir of Winterfell and North, had already lost patience after the sun rises.
The door behind him swung open hard enough to rattle its hinges, striking the wall with a dull thud as he stepped out into the street. A moment later another figure stumbled after him, dragged forward by a firm grip on the front of his cloak.
Robb released the fabric with an irritated motion, though he remained close enough to prevent any easy escape.
"You shame yourself, Theon." Robb said sharply.
Then there is Theon Greyjoy, A Ward or prisoner and a son of Balon Greyjoy of Iron Islands, had straightened his cloak with exaggerated calm yet pissed expression, brushing imaginary dust from the dark wool as though nothing of consequence had occurred.
"And here I thought I was enjoying a quiet morning." Theon sarcastically said it to his friend. But Robb frowned at him, as he argued with him.
"In a fucking brothel, you idiot!!" The Young Wolf angrily shouted at him, as Theon mockingly raised his hand as surrender.
"Hold your leash, Stark. Where else does one enjoy quiet mornings?" Theon said as his easy grin showed no signs of embarrassment. If anything, he appeared amused by the entire affair, as though Robb's anger were little more than an entertaining performance.
"You've missed the training, idiot." Robb said, as he folded his arms. Though the Ironborn squid shrugged his arms, not minding on his training.
"But I have trained before, with archery." Theon defended his words, since he was trained with a bow and arrow rather than real blades that may end his life after his first and last strike.
"That is not a point." Robb said, as he felt irritated by his words.
"It is precisely the point, Robb. " Theon said as he leaned back slightly, studying his friend with bright, mocking eyes. "You worry too much, Stark."
"You are not a guest here to idle your days away." Robb said as he did not return the smile, like he always does with his family.
Unimaginably, Theon raised his brow, of why Robb speak so 'cold' to him. "No?"
"You are a ward of my father." Robb reminds his friend that he is the House Stark's only ward of an Ironborn.
"And treated well for it. At least the red-haired beauty Ros keeps me a bit more company." Theon counters his friend's sentence, but to him… the prison of a Winterfell was nothing more than a paradise on a brothel with whores and slutty, beautiful woman serving him with good pleasure and happiness.
"That does not excuse your foolishness." Robb said as he felt disgusted of Theon mentioning his pleasurable life with his favorite whore named Ros. Something that he doesn't like to approved of fucking a whore, so he valued his honor and dignity as a Stark Heir, rather than becoming a disgraceful Stark who brought shame and disappointment to the House Stark.
"You sounded like an adult Wolf than a young wolf cub." Theon said while he laughed under his breath.
"I should be a responsible man, who shall not turn away from his duty." Robb said to his friend, hiding his little wolf's pride.
"You sound dull." Theon deadpan at his friend's words, thinking that Robb's words were foolishness. Robb exhaled sharply, the breath turning white in the cold air. "One day you will answer for your behavior."
"To whom?" Theon asked while he tilted his head.
Robb hesitated but he briefly says to the ward. "To whom, you say? My father, Lord Stark of course."
"Ha!! Lord Stark has never objected to my habits before." Theon said with his smiling grin widened.
"That does not mean he approves." Robb said to him, but Theon sighed as he bluntly said so. "It means he understands men better than you do, idiot wolf."
"You will come back to the castle." Robb shook his head. But Theon refuses so he tries to persuade his friend to give him some time.
"Eventually-" Theon said, but Robb glared at him with a coldness on his face.
"Now." He said, with his final orders. As Theon opened his mouth to reply… he stopped. His expression changed came so suddenly that Robb noticed it at once.
Theon Greyjoy, the Ironborn Heir and Ward, had his expression shifted from amusement to something closer to astonishment. His eyes fixed on a point farther down the street, and for a moment he said nothing at all.
"What is it?" Robb asked as he looked confused at his friend's gaze.
No answer came. Because Theon stared openly now, with his usual composure completely forgotten.
"Well? THEON?? " Robb demanded, as he's quite impatient to see his friend didn't answer his question.
At last Theon spoke. "Hey Robb, is that a bastard of your brother?"
"What? I swear to Old Gods Theon that you'll never call Jon as Bastard? Why did you look pale like you're seeing a ghost?" Robb frowned, because his friend's blood turned white the moment Theon looked at Robb's brother.
Theon nodded toward the far end of the street, near the path where the Godswood was.
"There." Theon's paled hand pointed out at the 'direction'. Making Robb turned fully then, and somehow he ended up like Theon's poor state, his world shattered with unbelievable miracle in his life.
Two people walked together along the packed snow of the Winter Town. The first person he recognized immediately.
It was Jon Snow. His dark clothing stood out against the pale ground, his posture familiar even at a distance. Robb had known that walk since childhood.
But it wasn't Jon who held his attention. It was the stranger beside him did. And at the very moment Robb simply stared at the second person. It's a woman, no- the most beautiful woman that looks so divinely and natural beauty that surpassed all women of Westeros and Essos.
She moved with a calm, measured grace unlike anything he had seen before. The snow path crunched beneath her steps, yet she seemed untouched by the cold that bit at everyone else in Winter Town. Her clothing was strange to his eyes, finely worked yet unlike the long dress or gowns worn by northern ladies or southern nobles alike.
All smallfolk, guards, knights and few associated with nobles turned as she passed.
Some people slowed their work to watch her. Others quickly stepped aside, without quite seeming to know why.
Robb felt something stir uneasily in his thoughts. He watched as Jon walked beside her as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Both 'unofficial lovebirds' speaking quietly. As Jon guides her with a gestures toward the buildings as they passed. Turns out that he's showing her the town, one of Winterfell's important places, as well as telling her about the good people whom Jon knew since he's a child.
A silence broke out as Theon let out a low whistle. "Well well well, they seemed quite clinging to each other. Lucky Bastard, don't you think Robb?"
Theon look at Robb who did not answer, trying to process at what he saw. Though, Theon continued anyway.
"Since when does Snow keep such company? As far as I know, he's not used to accompany ladies from each northern houses." Theon questioned, scratching his head. Not knowing why Jon, of all people, was guiding a mysterious beauty in Winter Town.
Robb's eyes remained fixed on the pair of lovers as he said. "I do not know."
"She is too fine for a bastard." Theon mock about Jon's relationship with the beautiful woman.
"Watch your fucking tongue. Ironborn squid." Robb's voice hardened, defending both his brother's honor and his soon-to-be future sister-in-law.
"You cannot deny that she is remarkably beautiful." Theon smirked faintly. But his words were true. Even at a distance, there was no mistaking it.
The mysterious, beautiful woman has long, golden hair color faded in a orange-like fiery hair. Her face held a beauty that seemed almost unreal, as though shaped by some patient hand unconcerned with ordinary limits.
Robb had seen most of noble ladies before. Even visitors from White Harbor or Houses of the North. There were just a Daughters of bannermen. Even southern guests passing through the North, unseen but assumed there were beauties out there aside from the Queen who's said to be the most beautiful woman of the Westeros.
But none, there's no way that any women can resembled their beauty to this mysterious woman.
Jon spoke firmly and gentleness, pointing toward a distant row of workshops, as the beauty herself listened with quiet attention and curiosity.
Not like a noble indulging a guide. But more like someone learning the shape of a new world.
Theon shifted slightly, couldn't control his desire to meet the beauty herself.
"I should like to meet her." Theon said, as Robb barely heard him. But something about the sight troubled him in a way he could not easily explain.
Jon didn't look embarrassed, neither does the uncertainties. He just walked with quiet assurance, guiding the woman with care and support. As though whatever stood beside him belonged there.
That alone was strange enough. Robb understands what Jon had always kept to himself more than most.
It wasn't a withdrawn, he's more than exactly. He's more likely careful, and quite reserved.
In Robb's eyes, Jon seemed to be- different, more like that he changed himself from the moment that the beautiful woman herself had claimed him by herself.
Robb stepped forward, as he refused to accept the reality in front of his eyes. "Theon, come with me. We will speak to him."
"I thought you might say that." Theon grinned, as both Young Wolf and Ironborn kraken began to walk to the lovely couple.
Ahead of them Jon continued speaking, unaware for the moment that he was being watched. The girl turned her head slightly.
Her gaze moved across the street. And for an instant seemed to settle directly upon them.
Unexpectedly, Robb and Theon felt a faint chill that had nothing to do with the winter air, even if they wore thick clothing that resist the coldness of winter.
Though, she looked away as if nothing had happened.
As they drew nearer, close enough now that Robb and Theon could see Jon clearly.
That's where Jon finally noticed them. He stopped, and so does the girl who paused the moment she look at them again.
For a moment none of them spoke. Robb studied his half-brother. He noticed that Jon looked calm, completely composed, and almost expectant than before when they're just a children.
"Jon Snow." Robb broke the silence, the moment he called his brother's name.
"Robb Stark." Jon inclined his head slightly before his gaze shifted briefly toward Theon.
"And Theon Greyjoy." Jon also called the Ironborn name, as Theon offered a casual nod, though his eyes never left the woman.
Jon turned slightly toward her as he introduced both Robb and Theon to her.
"My… love. This is my brother Robb Stark, Heir of Winterfell and son of Lord Eddard Stark and his wife Lady Catelyn Tully." Jon said. "And Theon Greyjoy, son of Balon Greyjoy, Ironborn Heir and ward of the North."
The stranger regarded them both with steady crimson eyes. That's where she spoke, with more divine like a deity who walks with humanity.
"Greetings Robb Stark and Theon Greyjoy, I am Olivia Morningstar, the Dark Angel and Jon's lover. It's an honor to meet you." The beautiful lady introduces herself as Olivia Morningstar, with her voice was clear and measured, neither timid nor proud.
Robb returned the introduction with cautious courtesy.
"The honor is mine, my lady. You are welcome here in the hearth of the North, Winterfell. Now, come with us, we have a lot discussed with Lord Stark, my father. Especially you, Jon, he has a word for us and I don't know why." He said, but he also remembered that his father wants a word with both of them.
Clearly, Jon seems to understand what Lord Stark wishes to say. So, he carried Olivia (in a princess/bridal carry) who seems surprised by his actions, then taking her to Winterfell, whereas Robb and Theon was caught off guard when both lovebirds went ahead of them.
"Oyy!! Wait for us, Snow!!" Theon exclaimed as both him and Robb tried catching up with them.
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After few minutes when they arrived in Winterfell, Stark's ancestral home, they went to the solar where they found them. Unfortunately, the moment the Stark Family (excluding Jon, Robb and Theon) saw them, both Lord Eddard Stark and his wife Catelyn Stark who's holds her youngest son Rickon Stark were deeply confused at who's the girl in Jon's arms.
Then there's a firstborn daughter Sansa Stark, a beautiful red haired girl like her mother, who seemed somewhat look astonishing yet envious at the beautiful blonde haired lady in Jon's arms, then Arya Stark - second born daughter, black haired girl like she is "Lyanna Reborn", look at Jon's lover with pure admiration, and lastly was Bran Stark - third born son, is somewhat shy and almost fainted by Jon's lover's divine beauty like no other.
"Jon, who's that young lady in your arms? Don't tell me that you went South and kidnapped one of Lannister daughter's?" Ned questioned him, making Jon looked uncomfortable as he felt an intense glare from Lady Catelyn Stark.
Jon decided to put her down gently with Olivia's feet touching on the floor to maintain her noble-like posture, before he said to Lord Stark. "Lord Stark, with all due respect, I didn't steal a Lannister daughter from the south. If you look closely, she doesn't seem like a Lannister to me. Her eyes were red-like rubies and her golden hair has a hint of fiery orange color, if you see it clearly." Jon said, as Lord Stark took a closer inspection of the young lady's appearance.
It turns out, his son speaks the truth. She seems completely different from any Lannisters, her eyes were red rubies rather than emerald green eye color, as well as her hair has a hint of fiery orange color. Lord Stark seems lost to his words, because he thought of her as Lannister's spy. Though it wasn't the case, when she decided to introduce herself.
"Greetings to Lord Eddard Stark and his wife Lady Catelyn Stark, along with your children: Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark and little Rickon Stark. My name is Olivia Morningstar, the Dark Angel who betrays Seven in favor of Old Gods, I was sent here at Godswood of Winterfell, to protect the House Stark and the Promised Prince in the name of the Old Gods of North." Olivia said to them, with great pride and dignity… worthy as a 'follower of Old Gods'.
Although, Lord Eddard Stark was quite surprised to hear that this girl named Olivia Morningstar was sent by OLD GODS to protect them. Protect them from what? The dangers that binds to their miserable fate, or so the Quiet Wolf thought it.
Unknown to them, Jon knew it when he found out the truth that was once hidden by Lord Stark. It was the Dark Angel who revealed everything about his birthright and everything from the past, a past after the time of Robert's Rebellion.
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[FLASHBACK]
After Olivia introduced herself to Jon in Godswood, Jon couldn't help but mesmerized her divine beauty and presence under the Old Gods from Weirwood tree.
The name she had given as the Dark Angel meant nothing to him, not truly or recorded from the past. It sounded like something from Old Nan's stories like the Night King and the army of the Night were made to frighten the children or stir their imagination. And yet, there was nothing childish about the woman standing before him.
Everything about her, her very own existence as Dark Angel were real.
The wings she had revealed moments ago - (a large dark wings with edged faintly in gold) - had vanished as though they had never been. There are no sound nor signs remained of them, save for the memory that lingered too sharply to dismiss.
Now she stood before him as something closer to human. Quite closer - but not the same. He inspected her carefully before he said.
"You speak, as if you know me." Jon said, with his steady voice, though a quiet tension lay beneath it. "As though you know many things no one has ever told me."
"I do, Jon Snow. I know everything about you, your deceased mother, your birthright… and the truth behind the Rebellion." Olivia met his gaze without hesitation.
There was no pride in her answer. No signs of mockery but only certainty. Jon felt his jaw tighten slightly.
"My mother," Jon asked her about his mother. "You claimed that you knew everything about me, and my mother as well? Please tell me about her."
After he said it, there was only silence, as quiet with a howling wind and coldness. Not long - but enough to carry weight.
The Dark Angel - Olivia took a step closer with her presence calm, measured, and unyielding.
"Jon," Olivia said quietly, "-before I tell you anything—your mother's name, your birthright, and the truth behind the Robert's Rebellion that tore this realm apart. You must promise me something."
"What promise? Lady Olivia?" Jon's words became cold as well as his eyes narrowed slightly.
"(Sigh) That you will not hate your father - Lord Eddard Stark for what he has kept from you." She said, which it made Jon look utterly confused and stilled. Her words struck deeper than he expected. Though Olivia continued with another sentence.
"Nor will you hold anger towards Lady Catelyn - Lord Stark's wife for how she treated you as a child. She was never told the truth by your 'father'. What she believed… was what she was allowed to believe."
Jon looked away for a moment, his thoughts turning inward. He knew that Catelyn Stark's coldness had never been hidden from him. It had not been cruelty, not openly—but it had never been kindness either. A distance that never closed, no matter how many years passed beneath the same roof. And his father— no, Lord Stark.
Jon exhaled slowly before he said to her. "You ask much," Jon said.
"I ask only what is just." Olivia corrected him, for she knows what is right and defend Stark's Honor.
Though he glanced back at her. "And if I refuse?" Jon asked of what will be done if he refused to heed her words.
"Then I will tell you nothing." Olivia said about the consequences if Jon refuses to heed her promise.
Jon tried to study her face, searching for any signs of doubt, but there was none. Only that same quiet certainty.
The howling wind shifted gently through the Weirwood tree, stirring the red leaves of the weirwood above them. One fell between them, drifting slowly before settling into the snow.
Jon watched it for a moment. Then he nodded at once.
"Very well, you have my word." He said to her, as he continued his words. "I will not hold hatred toward Lord Stark… nor his lady.… I swear it before the Old Gods."
His words settled into the stillness of the Godswood. And for a moment, nothing moved.
Until the wind passed softly through the branches, carrying with it a scatter of red leaves that drifted down around them like a silent answer. They were very pleased by his words, even Olivia herself who holds real connection to the Old Gods (not long ago), inclined her head slightly.
"As witness," Olivia murmured herself, as she was so sure that the Old Gods favored her like no other.
After that, Jon's gaze returned to her, sharper now. "Now tell me, who is my mother?"
There was no turning back from it. Unlike Lord Stark who was hesitated to tell about Jon's mother, Olivia regarded him in silence for a brief moment, as though measuring something unseen. Then she spoke with truth.
"Jon… your mother's name was no other than Lord Eddard Stark's deceased sister - Lyanna Stark, the She-wolf of the North."
The world seemed to still, and Jon did not react at first. He thought of his mother's name did not make sense.
Although, it did—and yet it did not.
"Wait… Lyanna…" Jon repeated his mother's name quietly. His thoughts faltered.
"Lyanna Stark, as in Lord Stark's sister? You're kidding me, right?" He was so confused about his mother being Lord Stark's sister, and not someone else like Wylla or Ashara Dayne, or so he thought?
"Well, I'm not joking around, Jon. But it's true, she's your mother in real life."
Jon's breath caught, though he tried not to show it. "That is not possible. It's not true."
"It is the truth." Olivia said with her solemn expression.
Jon shook his head once. "She died, after Robert's Rebellion. That's what my father said to me."
"She did, Jon. She died while giving birth and bringing you to this world." She said with certainty, there's no room for any doubt.
Jon's mind raced, until his mind clicked with possibility. "If she was my real mother…" Jon said slowly, "then why—" But he stopped in mid-sentence.
He already knew the answer to that question, or just a part of it. That's where he asked her of-
"Who was my father?" Jon asked her about his real father. If Lyanna was his mother, then Lord Stark wasn't his real father but his uncle who raised him like his own child. He wanted to know about his real father.
Olivia did not look away, when she said about his real father.
"Your father- your real father was no other than Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, son of the Mad King - Aerys Targaryen II."
That name struck harder than the first. And Jon felt something shift within him, something he could not fully grasp.
"The Dragon Prince, the Last Dragon…" He said until Olivia finished Rhaegar's title.
"The heir to the Iron Throne." Olivia replied.
He let out a breath that felt colder than the warmth air around him.
"That would make me—" His words cut off when Olivia reveals it about his birth right.
"The son of the crown prince," she said quietly. "A legitimate child. Born of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen."
He stared at her for a second. "That would make me a traitor's son." He questioned her, but Olivia shook her head.
"No." Olivia's voice sharpened slightly. "It would make you the heir to a truth buried beneath lies."
"Rhaegar abducted Lyanna. That is what everyone in the North, as well as the South believes in." Jon frowned, that's what he believed when he was a child.
"It is believed, or so you thought of it." Olivia corrected.
Jon's eyes hardened slightly.
"But the history says Robert Baratheon went to war for her, when he heard by other people that she's abducted by the Crown Prince. And later, the realm followed him into a rebellion to overthrow the Targaryen's madness and tyrannical reign. But you expect me to believe that all of it is wrong?"
"Your words holds the truth, " Olivia said. "But not all of it is right either."
The wind stirred again, faint and restless.
Olivia stepped closer to the weirwood tree, her gaze lifting briefly toward its carved face before returning to Jon.
"Rhaegar Targaryen didn't take Lyanna Stark by force," Olivia said with a grim expression. "She went with him willingly."
Jon stood there in silence, as the Dark Angel continues.
"You must understand the difference, Jon." Olivia continued. "What the realm saw was a prince who had taken a daughter of Warden of the North and Robert's betrothed fiance. What they did not see… was the truth behind it."
Jon's expression remained guarded. "And what truth is that?" He asked her, as Olivia revealed the truth of the rebellion.
"That Prince Rhaegar Targaryen believed in prophecy known as a Song of Ice and Fire," she said. "He believed the fate of the world rested on him or the birth of a promised child."
That's where Jon almost laughed at that, though no humor reached his face.
"My so-called father's prophecy started a war? That's madness!!" Jon exclaimed, as he thought that Rhaegar was another madman like the Mad King.
"Madness, it is. But a prophecy guided a man who made choices that led to war." Olivia said, and that was closer to something Jon could believe.
"Rhaegar was not without fault," Olivia went on. "He abandoned his wife - Elia Martell and their children - Rhaenys and little Aegon. He placed his faith in visions rather than duty as a Heir of Seven Kingdoms. His actions gave cause for the rebellion."
Jon's jaw tightened. "And the rest? What of it?" He said with anger, as he never, ever considered Rhaegar as his father. He couldn't say the same thing to his father's family.
"The rest…" she said quietly, "was dark and bloody hell." Her gaze darkened slightly, as she revealed few details of Rhaegar's parents.
"King Aerys II Targaryen, his father and your grandfather, was not a just man. He was called the Mad King for good reason. He burned men alive—lords and innocents alike—on suspicion and madness. And he's the reason why he executed your uncle - Brandon Stark into hanging and your grandfather - Rickard Stark who was burnt alive by the Mad king's favorite champion and weapon - Wild Fire."
Jon heard about the death of his uncle and grandfather who died on the South at King's Landing.
"Your grandfather demanded Lord Arryn about the heads of Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark," Olivia continued. "Yet Lord Arryn refused and join his foster sons into the war. Now, the alliance like the Stark and Houses of the North, Baratheon and the Houses of Storm's End, Arryn with the Knights of Vale and Tully with Riverland army fights for justice, while Targaryen along the Tyrell and Martell army fight for Mad King. And Lannisters wait for the chance to see who'll be the victor amongst the 2 alliances, while the Greyjoy and Ironborn never involved themselves on their war."
After that, Jon looked away because he knew that part.
"But Robert did not fight only for Lyanna," Olivia said. "He fought for vengeance. For pride and glory of House Baratheon. For the power and fury against the Targaryen who ruined their lives, even his parents who died tragically by Mad King's orders to find the so-called Valyrian bride in Essos for his heir - Prince Rhaegar."
"In the end, Robert Baratheon won the battle against the Targaryens?" Jon concludes the ending where Robert emerged victorious against the House of the Dragon.
Olivia nodded her head, which it was true in the history.
"And father, no- Prince Rhaegar Targaryen himself?" Jon asked of his Father, until Olivia replied to his question.
"He died on the Trident," Olivia answered. "Slain by Robert Baratheon who struck his warhammer in Rhaegar's breastplate and later known as a Demon of the Trident."
Jon nodded once. That history was also a part of it.
"The Targaryens failed, the moment that they've lost everything. And became unworthy to lead this realm for peace and order." Jon said to her, before he turned his attention on her. Searching for clues about his mother. "And my mother? What happened to her?"
"She died in a tower in Dorne. Not long after you were born." The Dark Angel's voice softened with a hint of sadness.
Unfortunately, Jon's chest tightened as he couldn't bear to hear that he lost his mother in child birth. .
"So, my Lord father-, no my uncle found me and my mother?" Jon asked her.
"Yes, he found her," Olivia said. "He held her as she died on her bed."
"And what of me?" Jon asked as he closed his eyes briefly.
"After your mother died, he took you," Olivia said. "And he chose to bear the dishonor of calling you his bastard… rather than see you hunted and killed by his Baratheon friend and the disgraceful Lannisters with his men: Mountain and Amory Loch who killed your stepmother - Elia and your step-siblings - Rhaenys and little Aegon."
Her words remained silence, with heavy burden and unavoidable guilt.
From that moment, Jon opened his eyes slowly as he said.
"All this time…" he said. "Lord Eddard Stark lied to everyone, so that he can protect me from them. What an honorable fool he is, but he always protects and loves me as one of his own family, as his child."
"Yes, he protected you. Because he made a promise to your mother that he will raised you as a Stark, he'll guided you with possible choices like a wise man, and to make sure that he'll give you a chance to feel what real love is, what the duty as a Stark of former Winter King to his people and traditions, and to ensure that you will never ended up with Targaryen's madness like your biological father and grandfather." Olivia replied, and her words reflected on Jon's mind.
He took a slow, deep breath before he let out a slow exhale. The truth had finally settled over him like falling snow.
That's when he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
"I gave you my word." Jon whispered his voice, as Olivia watched him kneel down with his sword pulled out of his sheath and stabs at the ground covered with snow.
"I gave you my word, that I'll serve the House Stark faithfully. I swear that I'll protect my family from the dangers of the South or the traitors who betrayed the North. And I swear to the Old Gods that I will never claim my birthright - Iron Throne, nor do I wish to support House Targaryen for the crimes and madness they made. That, I swear it, in the name of our God." Jon declares his oath in front of Olivia and in the presence of the Old Gods in Weirwood tree.
With that, a sudden strong gust of wind answered his oath. The Old God's face on a Weirwood tree changed its frown into a peaceful, smiling face, with the tears of a tree sap disappeared on its tree bark.
"May the Old God guides you with his Holy Spirit. Blessed thee, the Prince who was Promised, the Messiah - Savior of the World." Olivia smiled at him with happiness, and because of that - his fate was changed into something else.
When the coin flipped, there are 2 sides, one is Greatness and one is Madness. Fortunately, the Old Gods favor Jon's luck with Greatness, but the madness went to somewhere out there in Essos.
[End of Flashback]
After remembering their previous conversation beneath the weirwood, Jon took a slow, steady breath before speaking.
The hall felt too quiet.
"Lord Stark," Jon began, his voice calm but firm, "what Lady Olivia said… it is all true. She was sent here by the Old Gods, to protect us from the schemes of betrayal and the wars that has yet to come. From both sides."
A faint shift moved through the room.
Not one person who interrupted him, so he continued his words.
"And most of all… she knows things that no one should known. The secrets that had been long buried. Lady Olivia told me of my mother… and the truth hidden behind Robert's Rebellion."
His words echoed as Lord Eddard Stark's breath caught almost imperceptibly. His eyes widened—not in confusion, but fear. A fear of losing him, just like his deceased sister.
"No…" Ned muttered, barely above a whisper. "That cannot be…"
Lady Catelyn turned sharply toward her husband, her brows knitting together in suspicion. The children exchanged uncertain glances, sensing something had shifted beyond their understanding.
Ned stepped forward, his voice tightening.
"You know everything?" he asked. "From her? When did this happen?"
Jon didn't hesitate, as he nodded his head once. "Just a few hours ago."
His answer landed like a Valyrian steel. And Jon held his ground, as he said to them.
"I know who my mother was," he said. "I know the truth of Robert's Rebellion. And I know why you claimed me as your bastard."
He paused for a while, until he said it straight.
"You did it to protect me." Jon said as the room stilled completely. "To protect your sister's son. Her only child and your own blood."
From that moment on, the whole world spiraled as Jon reveals his mother's name.
"My mother was Lyanna Stark." Jon's word had dropped a bomb/wildfire from the sky. As the Stark Family them: Sansa gasped softly like a lady, Arya's eyes widened, and Robb's body went frozen as Ice. Even their ward, Theon straightened, as all trace of his amusement were gone, vanished the moment he learned Jon's existence.
"And my father…" Jon continued, as his words filled with disgust. "-was Prince Rhaegar Targaryen."
The silence followed, as deep and unforgiving like a blizzard of ice raining down on them. But, Jon did not look away.
"You hid me, uncle, " Jon said quietly, "to keep me safe—from Robert Baratheon's wrath… and from those who would use my name against the realm. The Lannisters. The southern lords."
"You lied to everyone, and bore dishonor for me." Jon's voice felt steadied. And no one spoke until Lady Catelyn Stark's gaze moved slowly from Jon… to her husband - Ned Stark.
"Lord Eddard Stark," she said, her voice was quite firmed—but trembling beneath, "tell me, this is not some cruel deception? Isn't it?"
However, Ned closed his eyes briefly. He though the weight of years had finally caught him. When he opened them again— there's no turning back.
"Aye, my love. It is true." His words fell like iron.
With that, Catelyn took a step back, as if she was struck by a lightning.
"All these years…" Catelyn whispered. "You let me believe—"
"I couldn't tell you," Ned said, his voice low, heavy with regret. "The fewer who knew, the safer he was. Varys the Spider has every little birds scattered inside and outside of Winterfell. Which is why I keep this secret in silence."
"B-but… You let me treat him as—" Catelyn stopped herself, as her breath goes unsteady. "As a stranger, an unwanted child in our home."
After Catelyn thought herself, Robb stepped forward as he asks his father.
"Father… is it true?" Robb asked him as he continued his question. "That Jon is… our aunt's son? Our cousin?"
"Aye, he is." Lord Stark answered his son's question.
Arya stepped closer to Jon without hesitation, her small hand brushing his sleeve as if to anchor him there.
"You're still my brother. Always. " Arya said quietly.
Jon glanced at his little sister or cousin-, and for the first time, something in his expression softened.
Sansa said nothing, though her confusion remained plain. While Bran only watched, trying to understand what felt too large for him.
Theon who knows Jon's existence, exhaled slowly. "Well," he muttered, "that explains more than I expected, Snow. You're a damn prince in a bastard's disguise."
Catelyn had not moved, as her gaze remained on Jon Snow. It wasn't cold gaze nor even distant, but something else. Her eyes is filled with regrets.
"Jon, I was wrong," Catelyn apologized at last, as her voice quieter than it had ever been before. "All these years… I judged you for something you never were."
Jon did not answer immediately. But Catelyn took a slow step toward him.
"I cannot undo the past, Jon. " Catelyn said solemnly. "But I would not carry it forward unchanged."
Her voice trembled slightly. "If there is any forgiveness in you… I would ask for it."
The hall held its breath. Jon studied Lady Stark - the woman who had never called him son, who had never truly looked at him - until now.
He remembered his promise with Olivia. A promise he made beneath the weirwood and the presence of the Old Gods. Slowly, he inclined his head.
"Lady Stark, there is nothing to forgive," Jon said. "You were never given the truth by Lord Stark. I… had forgiven you for a long time."
With ease, Catelyn closed her eyes briefly and nodded at her nephew. But there was something in the room shifted.
It wasn't gone, but it changed instantly.
Ned stepped forward then, placing a hand on Jon's shoulder.
"I never meant for this to come to light," Eddard said quietly to his nephew - Jon Snow. "Not like this."
"I know,… uncle. Thank you for everything, for being a father in my life." Jon replied, with Lord Stark broke down as he embraced his nephew in a hug.
From now on, there will be no more lies that stood between them now, as the truth has revealed. And what came after, as Jon separated his hug with his uncle, Robb stepped closer next.
"Jon, whether you are Stark or Targaryen, bastard or legitimized, you're still my brother," Robb said firmly, as firm and confident as a true descendant of Winter King. "That will not change. You are belong to this family. We are a PACK."
"Aye, a lone wolf dies… but the pack will survive!" Arya added quickly. Even Sansa gave a small, uncertain nod.
"Seems you've traded your bastard status for a princely status," Theon said with a smirk. "Not a poor bargain."
Unfortunately for the Greyjoy, Robb smacked Theon's head with his Northern fist, teaching him a lesson he never had.
"OWW!! Hey, I was joking around!!" Theon exclaimed while Robb smirks softly at him.
Luckily, Jon ignored that but what it mattered stood before him. He saw a family, broken at first — but it remain steadily.
Ned drew a slow breath as he looked at his family. "Then we stand together," he said. "As we always have."
"A pack," Robb added, along with Arya echoed in unison. Catelyn and Sansa also said the same in well-mannered, with Bran and Rickon listened the word.
Jon nodded once. "A pack."
And for the first time since the truth had been spoken—it felt so real in the beginning.
At the corner of the same room, Olivia watched in silence. With a faint, knowing look touched her expression.
"It seems that everything went smoothly as I planned. The next step is to make the North becoming an independent nation, building new inventions that could trample the old generation and making alliances and good trading with possible allies. Only time will tell, Winter is Coming." Olivia said to herself, without letting the Stark Family knows what she said earlier.
But there's something else in a certain Stark's mind, and that is—
"Big sister, are you big brother Jon's lover? When will you marry him?" Bran asked her, making both Olivia and the rest of Stark family (except for baby Rickon) showing their dumbest confusing look on their faces ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ? . Robb leaned in Jon's ear as he whispered to him.
"Congratulations brother- ehm cousin, I wish you a good fortune on the day of your wedding." Robb whispers as he shows his mischievous smile on his face.
"Don't get your high hopes, Robb. Remember that I'm still a bastard in everyone's eyes. Additionally, Olivia's task is to protect serve our House and protect the North from the scheming Southerners." Jon objects it, because he knew that noble society is different and a bastard like him will never get a chance to live peacefully.
"Jon, if you're talking about your bastard status, I'm sure that Lord Stark has a solution for that, ain't you?" Olivia said to him.
When Jon look at her, then to his uncle, Ned nodded as he's somewhat agreed with Olivia's words.
"Like Lady Olivia said, I've sent a raven message to King Robert that you'll be legitimized as a Stark. You will inherit the land and castle at Moat Cailin, the King will give you — 5,000,000 gold dragons for reparations and hiring build crafters and soldiers in your lands." Lord Stark said, which it made Jon and Olivia paled at his words.
But for Olivia herself, she didn't know that Lord Stark will go this far to request-, no more like it is a demand to the king - to drain every last gold dragon coins, whether they borrow it from the Iron Bank or drain every gold ore's from Tywin's precious mine under the Rock. Well, she doesn't mind if Tywin Lannister might lost everything in his Gold Mine, and his legacy will crumble under the gaze of her Gods.
The declining wealth and power of Lannister in Westerland will be last place, while the first place will be Starks of the North with their rising power if she or Jon could work together with creating new inventions that could change the world, or perhaps the Reach since they had trade their fresh vegetables, fruits, and livestocks to the North til Dorne, at least they're making money through trading business than Lannister who rely on their gold. But her thoughts cut off when Ned continues his sentence.
"And most of all, once Jon becomes the Lord of Moat Cailin, he needs to find a noble lady from North or South. But I might consider Bran's suggestion, Jon… will you take Lady Olivia as your future wife?" Ned said to them. There was silence in the room, none could say a word, just a pure confusion and surprise on their face.
"Heh??" Jon and Olivia said in unison, before they shouted in confusion.
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"HEEEEEEHHHH????!!!!" Both of them exclaimed in unison. Their voice echoed from inside to outside of Winterfell.
Most of the servants and small folks were confused on whose voices belong to, even the certain raven with 3 eyes flapped its wings away from Winterfell. It didn't know why, but it hates loud, cringing voice that could shatter its eardrum, so it flew to the South, to the King's Landing to find something interesting.