Eleven

Oberyn observed the boy knowing full well exactly who he was. The window obscured his view but it also hid him from sight. He felt Ellaria come to stand beside him and felt her wrap her arms around his waist from behind. He had wanted so much to hate the boy for destroying his family but he was not to blame. Rhaegar had been the one to stray from his sister and Lyanna had been the one to encourage him despite knowing he was married. It did not matter to him that Elia had offered her blessing in his mind they were both the cause of her death but Jon Snow was innocent in his parent's crimes and obviously loved his daughter completely.

"The boy is a dragon and a wolf," Ellaria commented.

"Yes he is and he will help us in one day taking revenge on the crimes committed against my family," the prince responded to her.

Ellaria hummed softly seeing that her lover respected the boy. She had to admit she liked him especially since he had saved her daughter without a thought to himself and loved his wife like no other. The boy seemed wise beyond his years and he was a strong warrior. Only time would tell how he would take to being a pawn in the game of life.

~POTG~

Jon could feel the stares of his wife's new family in the great hall and wondered what they knew or thought of him. He felt Elia squeeze his hand in comfort and smiled down at her. He saw Sansa cling to their father while Arya was talking with the Sand Snakes completely enamored. His gaze found Bran and he frowned seeing Theon push the boy outside but thought nothing of it. Arya ran after them gaining a disapproving look from Catelyn and he hid his laugh.

"Jon if you could please go reign in Arya for me," she begged.

"But Catelyn I don't think she can be," he joked with her smirking.

"The cheek," she said her gaze narrowed as she rolled her eyes and laughed lightly slapping his cheek.

"Well they are both Stark's," Elia continued the game grinning at him.

"It's the wolf blood my love," Ned smirked at her.

"I swear you Starks are just full of cheek tonight," Catelyn huffed dramatically.

The table erupted with laughter but it was soon interrupted by something more concerning. Arya's screams sounded and immediately everyone moved. Jon was the fastest and the sight he was met with made him grow with anger. Bran was on the ground holding his face with Theon standing over him while Arya was on the man's back. Theon threw the girl several feet and Jon moved grabbing his sword and bringing it to his neck stopping the man in his tracks because Theon knew he would be killed without a second thought.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ned asked his voice loud and commanding.

"He hurt Bran," Arya yelled struggling to stand.

"He hurt both of them," Jon stated his voice cold.

"The boy kept missing with the bow I thought a little encouragement would go a long way," Theon tried to excuse but it did not work.

"He is ten and when I was his age I missed the target so bad I almost killed father. No one is a perfect marksman at ten and you do not harm a child because of it," Jon told the boy his voice growing harder and it felt like his veins were on fire.

Ned could sense Jon losing control and he stepped forward, walking around the boy so that he was looking into the face identical to his sisters. He held a gasp when he saw the violet surrounding the outer edge of his eyes and instead placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. Jon took a deep breath when his father touched him and he looked at him with eyes begging forgiveness. The Lord of Winterfell saw this and nodded his head in understanding giving him a meaningful look filled with love.

"Jory take him to the dungeons," Ned ordered the knight.

"I can do better father," Bran begged like he didn't even realize he had done nothing wrong and it hurt them all.

Jon moved seeing the boy unable to move his leg hurt and he picked him up in his arms. The boy wrapped his arms around his neck burying himself there like a safety net. The small boy kept whispering how sorry he was into Jon's chest and Jon growled wanting to throttle Theon but decided against it knowing his little brother needed him right now. He turned and met the eyes of Oberyn Martell and saw the knowledge they held. The prince gave him a knowing look and Jon sighed knowing that he knew the truth of his parentage something that would cause problems.

~POTG~

The three men assessed each other as if trying to determine who was the smartest or the stronger one. Oberyn understood Ned Stark's weariness about the knowledge of Jon's parentage getting out but he did not want to harm the boy especially since his daughter loved him so much. He sighed knowing that he would have to be the first one to speak since the two Stark men had banned together.

"I wish Jon no harm nor will I tell of his true parentage," Oberyn started only to be interrupted.

"Then what pray tell Prince Oberyn do you want?" Ned Stark asked suspicious and made sure he was in front of Jon protecting him.

"Revenge," was his response.

The response was one that made Jon and Ned pause. They looked at each other knowing that he was speaking of Elia Martell and her children but now was not the time for revenge. The two Stark men who looked so much alike turned their questioning gaze upon the Prince of Dorne wanting answers before promises were made not realizing that far away a long thought dead boy was planning to come take what was rightfully his.