Chapter 5.

As he started running, the scenery around him slowly began to change. Snow started to fall from the ceiling of Winterfells great hall. Bit by bit, it looked like as if the walls of the hall was slowly disappearing, turning into a vast landscape of mountains and snow. Robb stopped in his tracks and turned around to look. It was like a desert of snow and ice, where nothing had lived or grown for centuries. Abandoned by mankind. It seemed like time ceased to exist, as if nothing here ever changed and never would. If he closed his eyes, he could hear a distant roaring of the wind. But it was so weak and distant he couldn't decide if he imagined it or if it really was there.

Where was he? In this cold and empty 'nothing', were there any presence of any sort at all?

Not even the Gods could exist in a place like this.

The roaring suddenly became stronger, and in the matter of seconds it was over him. A blizzard so intense he couldn't even se his hand in front of him. Stumbling forward to find protection from the storm he fell. As he looked up again, everything had changed. He was in a great hall of some sort. He knew he'd never been here before. The pillars of the vast room was so high he didn't see where it ended and no ceiling was visible. It was all darkness above him. As he looked forward, he saw something.

"Jon?".

Robb started running towards him. But it didn't matter how fast he would run, Jon seemed to stay away at the same distance.

"Jon!", he cried out between strained breaths.

"Jon!". He kept running but, it seemed like Jon was turning his back on him and starting to slowly walk away.

"Jon!". Robb screamed out after him as he disappeared into the darkness.

"JON!".

Robb wake up with a jolt. Sitting up in his bed with beads of sweat making it's way down his forehead, he gasped for air. The room was dark except for the weak light coming out of the fireplace that had almost burned out by now.

He rubbed his face with his hands, wiping of the moist left by the panic caused sweat. As he turned to his side and closed his eyes, he fell asleep again. Even though no more dreams haunted him that night, he still felt an aching of loneliness as he drifted away once more.

….

Jon sat down next to Theon to eat some breakfast before it was time to join the others for the big hunt. The King had demanded that they all would go, and even though he was a bastard it seemed as if he was expected to join them.

He looked around the room and was surprised that he couldn't see Robb anywhere. Guess he's already up and about, he thought to himself as he talked a bit to Theon while eating his bread.

On the other side of the room he saw The Imp sitting together with his brother, engaged in a conversation that seemed to take up all of their attention. After their encounter the past night Jon hadn't been able to shake a nagging feeling that he knew about him and Robb. Not that he seemed to want to say anything about it, but just thinking about it made Jon's stomach turn inside-out. What if he actually knew something, and even worse, what if he would tell anyone? There would be no proof ofcourse, since they hadn't done anything, he thought to himself.

"But that's not entirely true, is it now?", his mind said to him.

Because something did happened. But that was before the royal family had arrived, so he couldn't possibly know.

But what IF someone saw them, and had told him?

Jon knew that if that was the case, he would be in big trouble. Not only would he be the bastard, but he would also be the bastard who had it going with the heir of Winterfell. A man who seek the company of other men and all that.

Jon sighed and drank from his cup. There was nothing he could do except to wait. If The Imp knew anything, he would probably not tell anyone unless it would benefit him, he reassured himself. Either way he would soon be up on The Wall where no one would bother about his past. No good would come out of thinking about all of this now.

...

Robb sat down with his back against the Gods' Tree. Some of it's red leafs had landed in the pond in front of him, slowly going back and forth depending on the mood of the wind. After a night filled with nothing but bad dreams and no luck in getting any sort of proper sleep he had decided against having breakfast with the others and left the building before the rest of them would gather to go out on the big hunt. He'd told one of the stable boys to let his father know that he would not be joining them. He knew that his absence would seem strange since it was his duty to attend and represent the family. Only problem was that since he couldn't wrap his head around all that was going on with him and Jon his mind was occupied with nothing else. It was like an obsession that only seemed to grow stronger with every attempt to put it out.

Robb picked up a twig from the ground and turned it in his fingers. His mind started to drift away as he carelessly touched the thin bark surrounding the little piece of wood. As he looked up he saw his mother making her way to him through the grounds. Robb sighed.

"I hear that you were not to join the others on the hunt today", Lady stark said as she approached her son. She looked down upon his hair that shined like dark and unpolished brass.

"No, I just needed some time... that's all".

Lady Stark sat down next to her son.

She could se that he was troubled, but he never seemed to open up for anyone really. Except for Jon, which annoyed her immensely. He was not even family and still her son would act as if they were brothers, something that was problematic with him being the heir of Winterfell. And Snow being a bastard from the north beyond The Wall.

"I can se that there is something troubling you".

Robb looked into her eyes and tried to smile. He knew that he would never be able to fake it in front of his mother, but it never stopped him from doing the polite thing of smiling and telling her it was nothing to worry about.

"I'm fine, I promise", Robb said and tried to reassure his mother that she needn't worry about his wellbeing.

Caitlyn looked into his eyes once more. She knew he wasn't telling the truth. She also knew that there was no point in trying to put pressure on him in confiding in her. She placed her head on his shoulder and took his hand up from the ground and placed it in hers, gently stroking it with her thumb.

"Whatever it is, it will all be alright as long as we're all together".

Robb nodded. It was all true, but problem was that very soon they wouldn't all be together.

...

Lady Stark and Robb walked back to the courtyard together talking about the coming days. Apparently, his father had promised to King Robert that he would go to Kingslanding and serve him as The Kings Hand. Robb would not move there with them, but his sister would. He knew Arya would put up a fight about leaving and he could definitely understand why: she was not the princess kind of girl and would loath the place faster then she could say 'Winter is coming'.

On the other hand, it would be a perfect time for her to learn some manners and get used to her future role as the lady of a prominent lord. He had to admit that he was sad for her. This was never anything that she would ever want, but it was what was expected of her and she had no choice but to go with it.

As they came through the gates there was a commotion on the courtyard with people screaming and running.

"What...". Caitlyn stopped in her tracks when she saw Brandon's body lying on the ground. He was all still and there were no signs of movement or life coming from him.

Everything that happened after that was like a blur. Robb and Lady Stark carried Bran's body up to one of the chambers in the company of all the maids and stable boys, shouting out orders to fetch the maester and panicking. Bran was barely breathing and Caitlyn was crying as she prayed to the old Gods and the new for a miracle to happened.

...

Robb sat next to his little brothers bed and held his tiny hand in his own. How could this happened? Little Bran who was so sweet and who would never hurt anybody, what had he done to deserve this?

Caitlyn sat on the other side of the bed, her eyes swollen with tears. She didn't move for a second, except her thumb stroking the back of the little boys hand.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in", Robb said without looking up from his little brother. The door opened and then closed, but no movement to approach them came and when the stranger didn't seem to want to speak he turned around.

"Jon?".

His dark brown eyes was looking at him from underneath the messy dark hair with an expression of pain. Robb rose from his chair and after a quick nod he followed him out the door and closed it behind them.

"I just heard what happened, will he be alright?", Jon asked in a low voice. Robb shrugged and looked down.

"We don't know. The maester says he is badly hurt and only time will tell". Robb's eyes started to tear up and he tried to shake the emotions away and turned around to prevent Jon from seeing his face.

"It's okay".

Robb felt Jon's hands on his shoulders. As the tears started to fall down his face he let his brother embrace him. The feeling of his rough hands and strong arms embracing him finally got the best of him and he turned around and buried his face against his brothers neck, slowly inhaling his scent.

"It will be okay", Jon said as he stroked his brothers hair. Robb sobbed against the fur on Jon's shoulder and shook his head as his body started shaking of suppressed grief.

Jon held him tight and closed his arms around his shaking body, trying his best to stay in control and be strong for the sake of his brother.

"It will be okay. I'm here with you", he said as he raised Robb's face and looked into his swollen eyes. Without a second thought, he moved his face closer to his brother, and as their foreheads laid against each other he tried to remain in control but to no avail. Jon couldn't fight the urge to protect Robb from the world, and he didn't want to. He was his, and nobody would ever get to hurt him.

Slowly, he put his hand behind Robb's head and finally closed the distance between them as he placed his lips upon his and kissed him with all the forbidden emotions running through his body like wildfire.

You are mine, and I am yours.

Authors note: Yes, this chapter is very short, and yes it's been forever since I posted anything. I'm having a lot at work + my studies at the moment, but promise to try and do better! Hope you all like it and let me know what you think, take care and love Jon/Robb! 3