Thank you for all the support and comments. I can say without a doubt this chapter was probably the hardest to set up. Mainly because I've been so busy as of late so I apologize in advance if it isn't as exciting as everyone had hoped. The next chapter will be the best one coming with Jon's mission, and the beginnings of his journey to become the dark knight. The next chapter will not have a date promised. Mainly because from now on I really want to work on the dialogue and set up for Raj and the league. There will be many surprises coming and action on it's way. Don't worry they are coming. Thank you all for your encoragement and keep them coming. I love writing this and your support is what drives me to make this story better.

Jon Snow

The small cave like structure was definitely cold, he almost felt some form of regret and guilt for leaving Shadow alone out here. That was until he heard a happy screech and felt a tackling force pumble him to the ground. He laughed quite hysterically when he felt warm scales brushing against his cheek. It was pitch black for the most part. The only light to see was far off outside the cave from the moonlight illuminating the forest beyond the entrance of the cave

Petting Shadow he immediately was surprised. It was only a week or so, and the dragon was growing far faster than he thought possible. When Shadow hatched he was the size of the boot he strapped onto his feet. Well in body mass he was. His wings and elongated neck made him appear far larger than he really was. But, now Shadow was around the size of a small dog now. He couldn't imagine how large Shadow would be in a few weeks time.

'I need to hide you as long as I can till I can explain to everyone just how you were born.` Jon thought stroking the purring dragon. He felt happiness at the moment. It was strange. He never envisioned having something in his life that meant so much to him. Sure his family meant the world to him, but this dragon was something different. It was almost as if Shadow was a connecting source. A being that could understand his emotions.

While his thoughts were circling his mind he tried his best to light a fire, it was becoming so unbelievably frustrating. It must have rained quite a bit over the last few weeks in the Westerlands. Because his kindling was too wet. He was tempted to go back to camp and grab some of his ingredients for the smoke powders and thermite projectiles. They would be quite useful right about now.

'This is becoming so fucking tedious! Just light you son of a bitch!' Jon thought as sweat dripped down his brow. He should have brought a torch with him, but he didn't want any unnecessary attention drawn to him.

Shadow screeched a bit trying to gain his attention. "I get it Shadow, I'm trying here." Jon rolled his eyes.

Finally a small mark appeared from the flint on his steel dagger lighting part of the oak shavings he brought in. he turned to look at Shadow triumphantly. "See, I told you I had this. OH SHIT!" Jon jumped back seeing a pair of red eyes gazing at him. Apparently while he was working the direwolf that seemed to take a liking to him earlier had followed him out here and if he wasn't shitting himself from the surprise he would have laughed. Shadow currently was perched on top of a rock in the corner of the cave with the albino wolf sitting right next to him as if they were lifelong pals. They both looked at him in apparent amusement. Tilting their heads to the side in curiosity.

"Damn it!" Jon muttered to himself. His surprise jump back must have knocked over his Kindling putting out the flame.

Jon quickly grabbed it and tried over and over again trying to get some form of fire to appear, but as before no luck. 'Cmon Fire!'

To his amazement, a quick burst of light appeared on the twigs arranged in a tent like fashion. He turned and saw Shadow breathe out a quick burst of flames igniting the bundle of twigs. What amazed him was the fire wasn't all red. It was a mixture of orange, green, red, and lavender. Meanwhile the direwolf and Shadow looked at him with such contempt.

"I get it." Jon rolled his eyes yet again. He sat down close to the fire. "You're a quiet one aren't you?" Jon laughed as he felt the soft fur run through his fingers as he stroked Shadow's head softly.

"You snuck up on me as though you were some type of wraith…. Or ghosts." the wolf looked on in curiosity. "Ghost?" The wolf sat up and licked him. "So your name is ghost." He chuckled.

"How are you able to breathe fire so quickly?" Jon whispered more so to himself rather than Shadow. He always thought dragons grew slowly over time. There was a lot of speculation with the maesters of the citadel. Most if not all of them believed dragons to be something of an enigma. The Targaryens are one family that nobody could understand. The Citadel would never admit that the Targaryens held magic in their blood. But they would never fully understand why the family had some sort of connection with dragons, and some writings would even say that Targayens had some resistance to fire. Jon saw that bit as only fairy tales, but it wasn't impossible. Especially from what he had seen over time.

Just thinking of the history of Targaryens made him remember his aunt. He felt horrible for not seeking her out. But, there wasn't much he could do. He didn't know her. He hated to judge another based on one's sire. But, at the same time she was the daughter to his grandfather. The mad king.

'What a fucked up world I'm apart of' He thought.

'My grandfather was a deranged psychopath who murdered my other grandfather and uncle in cold blood.'

No matter his thoughts, he couldn't abandon the family he always knew and loved for another. No matter how guilty he felt over it. Hopefully when all this was over he would be able to find his Aunt and rescue her from whatever wasteland she was currently wandering through.

"I'll be back in a short while guys. I have a mission to complete and I promise I'll be back as soon as possible. Please keep each other safe and follow behind the army quietly." Jon whispered out. He understood it was a long shot for Shadow and Ghost to understand exactly what he was trying to say, but Shadow understood him the last time and Ghost seemed to grasp the words that poured from his mouth so it was worth a shot. Things would change very soon. They had to.

Tyene

The northern camp was a bit of a drawl. The men were loud and obnoxious, the food was nothing short of plain and boring, and they were running out of the Dornish red they brought with them from home. She was happy to help her father and Dorne gain justice for her Aunt Elia. The mere thought of that monster known as the mountain had driven her father to anger she hadn't seen in a long time. The moment he heard that they were going to ally themselves with the North and fight against the Lannisters, he was ecstatic. He told her and her sisters that they would be joining up with the northerners for a siege on Casterly Rock. She was thrilled. Finally Dorne would show its prowess on the battlefield and bring the lions to heel.

This wasn't what she expected though. A long wait and loads of planning, it wouldn't be an issue if there was some form of excitement. The Northerners were more about drinking and talking of the past rather than enjoying the present. It didn't help that the only good looking man amongst the Northerners was that Northern King Robb Stark. He wasn't her type to begin with. He seemed incredibly honorable and lacked that edge that gave Tyene shivers.

Plus the Northern King was already taken, and normally she would find a married man to be an exciting game of seduction. But her attraction didn't really come to fruition with the Stark they called the young wolf. Rather for the one who was missing for years. From what she was told by her cousin Arianne, he was quite the man. According to her, he was the best swordsman she had ever seen. She even mentioned how the Dayne girl made it clear he was on par with the likes of her late brother Arthur. Everyone across the world knew of Ser Arthur Dayne's prowess with a blade. Her father Oberyn mentioned him occasionally in passing, how Ser Arthur was a quiet man who only talked occasionally. He let his fighting do the talking. And according to Arianne and her friend, Jon Snow was currently the best swordsman in the seven kingdoms.

At first she passed it off as only Arianne falling for another strong fighter. But now after seeing the man in person she could see why Arianne had found him to be so enticing. He had the Stark look, dark black hair, grey eyes, and a sharp long face. But he also wasn't like the Starks in a way. He didn't have his hair long, he had it shortened down. Barely passing his ears, but his attitude was what she found so alluring. He was quiet, brooding almost, but during the meeting for taking Casterly Rock his confidence almost oozed out of him. He mentioned sneaking into the Rock and holding the highborns hostage. He didn't gain that attitude from his Stark family that was for sure. Most of the Northerners, his brother included almost seemed horrified by the mere thought of winning a castle without a battle occuring.

She was intrigued by him and now that her father chose her to go with him to infiltrate Casterly Rock, she had plenty of alone time with him. That would be all the time she would need to gain his attention once the battle was won. She laughed when Arianne had told her that Jon was a virgin before she and him slept together. Someone so attractive and strong being alone his whole life was quite humorous. Especially considering Arianne made it clear he was quite skilled in the bedroom.

She sat in the Dornish tent with her sisters, and her father Oberyn discussing the upcoming plans. Downing whatever was left of their wine they brought from the water gardens. Her father seemed almost stressed in a way. He wasn't care free at the moment as he usually was. She understood. He was focused. He wanted justice for their aunt.

"Do you think its a good idea father?" her sister Nymeria asked lazily sitting back in her chair.

"It has merit. From what Arianne had said, this Jon Snow is a great fighter. But great fighters don't necessarily make great stealthy assassins."

They all nodded in understanding. "This Jon Snow seems to be a loner of sorts. He's already turned down his brother's offer of bringing more people with him. I believe his words were "I work alone.". Her father chuckled. "I'll say one thing about him, he has balls. Much more than most of the men I've fought beside."

"According to Arianne he has balls and knows how to use whats connected to them." She japed.

Oberyn laughed. "He is quite the specimen that is for sure. But working alone on this isn't what I had in mind when he offered up this plan. Which is why you'll be going with him Tyene." He smiled.

She nodded in understanding. Jon Snow seemed hesitant at first, but her father swore on his life that she wasn't the greatest fighter, but a master when it came to not only stealth and seduction, but quick thinking. Manipulation was something she learned at a young age. Especially considering she was blessed with her good looks. Men and sometimes women were easily tempted by sexuality. And men rarely knew how to flaunt it compared to women.

"Have you spoken to Snow yet sister?" Obarra questioned seriously.

She shook her head. "He is as he speaks. He enjoys being alone. I've only seen him speak to his family. Other than that he has been like a shadow. Follows around people quietly in daylight and at night he is nowhere to be found."

"Good, perhaps he isn't over his head with this idea of his. Hopefully this will give us a chance to take the rock swiftly while gaining Lord Tywin's attention." Oberyn hummed to himself.

"You'll leave at dawn Tyene, learn all you can about this Jon Snow. He may end up being a bigger player than most people realize." Oberyn smirked at her.

Tyene nodded, 'Oh, he's a big player alright. And I plan to see just how good he can play.' She thought walking off to her tent.

Talisa Maegyr

She was thrilled for Robb the moment word got out that his brother was alive and well. Even more so that he was returning to him. If there was anyone that deserved a part of their family back to them it was him. When she first met him he seemed only to care about seeking the boy king's death at his hands. She was being dumb in a way, she hadn't known Lord Eddard her now late good father. The story of who he was and why he was executed was sad to hear. Before she met Robb, there was talk of the pure insanity that was the Baratheon boy king on the throne. He apparently had offered Ned Stark a plea deal. One where he would admit his past declarations of treason so he would be sent off to the Night's Watch.

Tying it all together from what Robb had said to her of his love for honor and respect it seemed far fetched. Why would someone who held honor in such a renounce his claims about Joffrey being the bastard offspring between Jamie Lannister and Cersei Lannister. Why not tell the truth no matter how the outcome would fall. But hearing the stories of King's Landing from Sansa recently. She knew why. Lord Eddard Stark wanted the Night's Watch sentence not for himself, but to save his daughters from torment. If Lord Eddard was not executed, the North would not seek war. Or at the very least there could have been a more peaceful way of finding retribution. Lord Eddard gave up his honor to save his family. And now that Robb was given a part of his family back she felt truly happy for him.

That was until she heard of where he had returned from. The stories she heard as a little girl of Pajan and what forces were stationed in those lands. They were frightening sure. But most passed it off as tall tales to scare children. Her father would tell her that all the time when she would run to him in the middle of the night scared of the stories she heard from the dock workers.

Her father would say "The man Raj Il Son was only a myth, and Pajan itself has never been truly confirmed by anyone. Even the traders who say they have been there for their work won't give any details of it. Talisa I promise it has no basis for reality my child."

But now the stories were back, and the teller was her husband's brother.

"Are you alright Lady Talisa?" Sansa's concerning eyes locked with hers. What was she to say?

'I'm sorry my lady. I know he just saved your life, but your half brother mentioned living in a place that send chills and terrors through the mind of every child from Volantis.' She rolled her eyes privately.

"I'm okay my lady, If i may?" She gestured to continue, to which her beautiful good sister smiled and gestured for her to speak.

"I feel I know nothing of your brother Jon Snow, Robb hardly mentioned him at all until word got out that he spoke and gathered the Dornish under the Northern Banner. Could you tell me about him?"

Sansa seemed to freeze for a short moment, almost as if she was considering her options. Talisa glanced subtly over to Lady Stark. She was incredibly quiet. Understandably of course.

After a short moment Sansa seemed to sense the pause and broke it. "It's hard to put into words someone you value and treasure so much, but treated so terribly your whole life. Jon was always viewed as apart of the Stark household. But not apart of the family. I and my mother-" Sansa nodded to Catelyn slowly across the table.

"We both treated Jon as an outcast. Even after all of that Jon returned and saved me from the clutches of hell." Sansa glanced down at what she was working on. She curiously caught glance of it. A dark black looking garment of some kind.

"I'm just glad Jon is just like father, he holds honor and family higher than grudges. No matter how rightful the grudge is." Sansa almost seemed to tear up at that.

The last thing she wanted was to make the girl cry. From what she heard through the rumors and stories that surfaced, this young girl was a survivor. Someone who experienced hell at the clutches of a psychotic young king who tortured and broke her down at every occasion. She wanted to find out about this Jon Snow to protect Robb, not bring his little sister to tears.

"I apologize Lady Sansa, my question wasn't to cause you any pain or hurt. I merely was curious if your brother told you of his ventures. I for one became very curious when he mentioned the land he had spent so much time in." Talisa grasped the young girls hand comfortingly.

Sansa looked up and nodded. "I was curious of that as well." Sansa smiled.

"I paid little attention to Jon as a child, but I do remember him being skilled even for his age with a blade in his hand." Sansa rested her chin in her hand. "Whatever he learned in Pajan was lengths beyond what Ser Roderick taught in the training yards in Winterfell."

Her eyes widened just a bit. "What do you mean?" She asked. Her grip on Sansa's hand loosened to avoid questioning as to why she was becoming nervous.

Lady Catelyn seemed to become interested as well. "When Jon came that night and rescued me from King's Landing they had guards posted all throughout the halls of the red keep. Including one of Joffrey's King's Kingsguard Ser Meryn Trant." Sansa shuddered from what Talisa could tell.

"I didn't really get a good look at how he was able to make it past all of the soldiers, but I did see Ser Meryn against the wall outside my door. He was killed without any form of struggle or fight." Sansa said proudly.

She nodded. Whatever view she had of this conspiracy playing in her mind. She couldn't blame the girl for being somewhat happy. Even mentioning the name of Meryn Trant was enough to cause her some form of distress. Lady Catelyn looked on disturbed. Probably by the fact her daughter had to see such a sight.

"Your brother must be a brave man. To take on a Kingsguard and live to tell the tale." Talisa added with a smile.

Sansa nodded quickly. "He doesn't like to talk much of fighting. Even when I asked how he did it he seemed very humble of it all. But if you get a chance, maybe you could tend to any wounds he has on him before he embarks on this plan of his." Sansa said almost rolling her eyes. It was obvious she didn't want him going back out to fight again.

She understood. Even before the war began she hated seeing all the effects of violence around her. The loss of sons and daughters at the clutches of war.

"I'll take a look before he leaves. I promise." She said with a smile. That seemed to give Sansa some form of relief.

But didn't provide her with any. She just prayed that her father was right, and the stories of Pajan were nothing more than stories to frighten children.

Jon Snow

Time with his family seemed to be something he couldn't get enough of. He certainly learned that time was something worth far more than anything this world has to offer. Time was something that had complete control over everything. Whether that be war, gold, success, failure, and life. Jon never felt regret. Not for leaving Winterfell. Not for joining the league. Not even for saying goodbye to Lord Stark. If he could go back and do it all over he would still do things exactly the same.

All his choices, even the ones he sometimes questioned, were the choices that made him the man he was today. Did he wish he could see Lord Eddard Stark one last time? Of course. But who would he be if he didn't go through the league's neglect to tell him what happened to his uncle? He certainly would have left before his training was complete, and he would have left the league to their own devices. That thought sent terror throughout his body. They would have destroyed thousands of lives seeking out their goals. But time would not have it. And whatever time he had left on this earth he would spend it living without any regret.

"Your too predictable." Jon reached down to pull his brother off the ground. Robb grasped it tightly giving Jon a playful glare. He spent the last few hours of daylight drilling his brother on combat with a blade. The outcome was surprising to the onlookers. Robb was sweating quite profusely, still trying to catch his breath.

"Too predictable? I felt like I had to change everything I learned since we were children just to keep up." Robb chuckled in between pants.

Jon returned his chuckle. One of the servants brought over two cups of water for them which he nodded thankfully for. Jon sipped his slowly allowing the cool sensation to fill his dry mouth up. While Robb downed his in one go.

"You don't have to throw away any fundamentals of swordsmanship, but learning to adapt and change your style will change a good swordsman to a great one." Jon said sipping his water.

Robb laughed. "How did you learn how to fight like that? You were always good when we were younger. But, this was on a whole different scale."

"I learned how to fight from a man named Ducard he was the leader of the mercenary group. He taught me everything I know." Jon glanced across the yard.

Apparently Robb wasn't the only person impressed by his display. A group of northerners and men from Dorne had watched from the sidelines. Each of them with impressed and stunned by what they saw. One in particular watched him with great interest. Prince Oberyn's daughter.

To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. She had approached Jon quite confidently before. Jon wasn't ready for the attention but at the moment he wasn't looking for what he and Arianne ended up doing in the past. Sure she looked incredibly stunning and fun. She certainly would be someone he'd find himself attracted to. But, he was to leave tomorrow and apparently Prince Oberyn talked him into allowing her to go with him.

Jon had refused at first, telling him he worked alone. Oberyn persisted and Jon agreed only if she listened to his instructions. The last thing he needed was to be distracted. His goal was to take the Rock quickly and to do so he needed to be ready. Flirtation and a lustful mind would only hinder his thoughts and tactics.

"It seems you have a following brother." Robb smirked seeing the Dornish girl eyeing Jon like a piece of spiced meat.

He rolled his eyes. "That's the last thing I need right now. I leave at sun down."

Robb nodded in understanding, still smirking at Jon's discomfort.

"Robb, I was told by your sister that Lord Jon here could use a set of eyes on some ailments before he leaves tonight." Jon turned to see Lady Talisa who seemed to be eyeing him like a hawk.

Robb chuckled. "Your husband is struck down in the training yard and you wish to treat the man who does the swinging?"

Lady Talisa simply deadpanned. "You were using blunted blades. As I recall Lord Jon wanted to avoid a sparring session with you all together."

Jon smiled. "Just Jon is fine my queen. Lord Jon Snow sounds like a jest does it not?"

Robb looked between the two. "Take him to the tent and see that he's ready for his journey. We wouldn't want him less than one hundred percent for his endeavors now would we?" Robb bumped his shoulder against Jon.

"You wouldn't want to see me at one hundred percent my king." Jon needled.

Robb quickly kissed his wife on the cheek and grabbed their training swords to put away. "Fuck off brother, allow my wife the courtesy of examination. If there is anything wrong before you go on this hairbrained mission of yours, she'll know." He gestured to Lady Talisa before making his way to the armory.

Jon nodded nervously. "After you my queen." She walked towards the middle of camp awaiting him to follow.

She seemed quite nervous from what Jon could gather. The moment they started walking her steps were clumsy. Normally Jon would attribute that to someone's physical awkwardness. But, he saw her reaction to the conversation that was brought up over his whereabouts. The way her eyes would follow his every move. Then he mentioned Pajan and her entire demeanor shifted. She went from curious to shaken.

They made their way into the small healer tent. There were small beds all lined up in a row down an aisle with a makeshift desk sitting in the corner. The desk had a multitude of healing equipment to jars filled with substances he assumed were concoctions like milk of the poppy.

"Sit down wherever you like and remove your tunic. Your sister noticed you would rarely seek medical help whenever you were to receive a wound, so I assume you haven't been properly tended to in a long time." Talisa stated grabbing a roll of gauze with a needle and thread.

Jon nodded dumbly plopping himself down on the bed closest to the desk. If she were to look at his chest she would most likely be moving back and forth if he were to sit anywhere else. He sighed. This wasn't what he had in mind but he quietly removed his tunic, and judging by the look of surprise evident on Talisa's features this would be longer than she originally thought.

"I'll take your look to mean I should have seeked out a maester over the years." Jon chuckled trying to get a laugh out of her to no avail.

She huffed. "I doubt even a maester would be able to tend to every single scar I see. He would be a busy man if that were true." She looked him over and her eyes seemed to fixate on his tattoo. It wasn't very subtle.

"I don't know if you are just ignorant to your own health or uncaring, but your chest and stomach is almost completely covered in scar tissue." She ran her hand over the top portion of his ribs down to his abs.

"There are bones that have either been broken or minor fractures that haven't healed properly." She paused to gauge his reaction.

Jon nodded. He knew of course. His training with the league was always brutal and severe in practice. Broken bones, bruises, scars they were nothing but bumps on the path. Healing only came from rest and minor potions meant to dull the pain. Any amount of bed rest longer than a day was only viewed as a hindrance and a weakness to the league.

"Did they not have skilled healers in Pajan?" She asked calmly as she viewed his back for any more ailments.

"They did, but it was a rarity. When you fight under the tutelage of mercenaries your objective is to complete missions not heal wounds that could be ignored no matter how painful it could be." Jon shivered as she ran her hand across his back. She traced one of the burn marks left from his escape from the temple that he burned down. Her hands were freezing and quite clammy.

"Well from what I can see there isn't much I can do regarding the bone fractures. They have all healed despite the breakage. They could eventually cause damage to your body later in life, especially with the bone deformity. But, I can at least add some salve to your scars so they may at least cause you less pain." She grabbed a glass jar from the desk and slid a wooden spoon inside to coat it.

Jon tensed as the salve was added to his chest. It was cold, but soothing.

"What is the meaning behind that tattoo?" She asked curiously still coating his vast amount of scars across his chest.

This was what Jon was afraid of. It was now clear she had some unanswered questions regarding his whereabouts. He would normally dismiss a question regarding his marking. Not many people in these lands would even consider a tattoo. But, the way she asked the question and how she studied his every move was a clear sign this question was to gain information rather than make small talk.

"It is a blue flower found in the mountains of Pajan. Every man who joins the group of fighters that I accompanied was required to receive it on their chest. It symbolizes overcoming fear."

She frowned. Swiping the last bit onto his shoulder.

"Forgive me for all the questions, but overcoming fear? To what purpose does that play for a sell sword?" She asked grabbing the bandages from the top of her desk.

"Being afraid is in every man or woman. To overcome fear and harness it is to be something else entirely." Jon answered. He normally wouldn't speak so much about the core principles of the league, but he wanted to get to the bottom of her nervous attitude. Otherwise he would have made up some tale of how his tattoo was just an exciting souvenir from a foreign land.

"If I may be open with you my queen, why do you seem so troubled around me? Is it just the tattoo? Or have I done something to put you in distress?" Jon looked up to study her reaction.

She seemed reluctant to answer. Her hands were shaking just a bit, while her eyes seemed to frantically look around as though someone could be eavesdropping.

"It isn't anything against you my lor- Jon." She quickly corrected herself. "When I was a little girl living in Volantis, the traders who would travel all over the world would tell stories of Pajan. Stories of a group of fighters there who were said to be straight out of nightmares. We were told they were nothing but stories to frighten us. Most people didn't even believe in Pajan's existence. I certainly didn't place my faith in them. Till you came here and told us that is where you've been after all these years away from Westeros." She strapped a bandage to Jon's chest covering up the salve still wet.

Jon nodded in understanding. 'So my instincts were correct'

"What were the stories you were told? I'm sure I could answer if they were to be true or not." Jon countered.

She stepped back and looked directly into Jon's eyes. "I was told of a secret society of assassins. Men of renown fighting ability and who were trained to kill from the safety of darkness. This society was led by a man named Raj, he was said to be some sort of God. Someone who couldn't be killed, a monster who had the power of immortality. He brought down empires, while remaining hidden to the naked eye. Some people would even say he and this group of fighters were the reason Valaryia was wiped from the map. I was nervous because I feared tha-"

"That my loyalty was to the league of shadows." Jon finished for her.

She backed away. Ready to flee at the first sign of trouble. But Jon rose from the bed and held his hand out to stop her. She froze.

He didn't want to frighten her. He respected her. He barely knew her, but anyone who could win his brother's heart was worth giving respect to. Normally he would make up some lie about what he had been up to since his departure of Winterfell. But, this girl wasn't some gullible fool. It would be better to be honest and upfront and perhaps she would feel more at ease knowing his allegiance remained with the Starks.

"My queen. I promise not to lie to you, mainly because I know if I were to tell you anything but the truth you wouldn't believe me. Stories such as that strike fear into the hearts of every person. Not just children. Sure most will laugh it off as mere tall tales. But deep down if those tales became reality they would feel the same fear as every child across Essos."

Jon urged her to sit. He looked to the entrance of the tent to make sure they were alone.

"The stories you heard were by design. You must be more than just a man in the eyes of your enemy. The league had gained a reputation through centuries of fighting, planning, and execution. Those stories you heard only increased the league's power."

This is where everything would change. He trusted her. Normally he didn't trust anyone with this information. But judging by the look on her face she already knew what he was about to say. He just hoped this wouldn't somehow backfire on him.

"The stories you were told aren't merely fiction. The league did exist. Raj Il Son as well. Though the stories took on a mind of their own, the main plot does ring true."

Talisa seemed to calm down enough to sit down, Jon followed suit.

"Did exist? Do they not anymore?" She asked.

She seemed hopeful. Then again, he would be too. If he didn't train with them, and gain insight to the inner workings of the league's business. He would be just as hopeful to hear of their death as anyone.

Jon shook his head. "I left Westeros to find some semblance of myself. I stumbled upon Pajan and came in contact with a man named Ducard. He introduced me to the league, I learned everything I know today from them. They taught me how to embrace my fears and confront them. I am the man I am today because of the league. Raj Il Son and the league are dead. They seeked to destroy civilization across Westeros and for that I burnt down their temple along with the members of the league. Raj Il Son along with the rest of the league burned with it."

Jon finished. Her mouth was agape. 'She probably wasn't expecting me to tell her all of this' Jon thought.

If the conversation wasn't so serious he probably would have laughed at her expression.

"If you learned everything from the league then why come back? Why not execute whatever plan they concocted?" She croaked out.

She still was hesitant to trust him. He understood. Why trust a trained assassin? It was smart if she didn't. Though through the fear and nervousness oozing from her tone he still detected a tinge of hope. Hope that the league was gone forever and the stories that frightened children would forever be just that. Stories. He only wished the stories he was told as a young child by Old Nan were that.

Jon smiled. "The league taught me how to conquer my fears, but I learned honor, respect, and decency from Lord Eddard Stark. The league wasn't my family, and I'd be damned if the league ever were to destroy my family."

That seemed to be enough for her. At least in regard to trusting his intentions.

"Will you tell Robb?" She whispered out.

Jon nodded. "When the dust settles from this war and my family has gained justice, I will tell Robb the truth of where I've been. But for now I ask that you keep this under wraps."

She nodded quickly. Understanding that such a secret would only cloud the mind and judgement of the King in the North. This war would take every amount of brain power along with one's physical capacity. Robb couldn't hear such a tale. It would only give the Lannisters an edge if the King in the North was preoccupied with something as convoluted as this on his mind.

"You have my word."

And with that she finished bandaging Jon up. She felt a lot more at ease now. Jon didn't want to disclose his former allegiance to anyone. But Talisa was a good woman, she just wanted to make sure Jon wasn't some assassin waiting to take her husband from her. They talked as she finished up her inspection. She was exactly what Robb needed in his life. A strong but independent woman who wasn't afraid to speak her mind and protect that which was hers. He only hoped if the Gods were kind he would find himself someone similar in this life. Someone who would love and protect him regardless of the past, regardless of who he was.

"You can take off the bandages before you leave today. It's strange knowing what I know now, I feel much more safe knowing my husband has you by his side." She smiled hesitantly.

"But I swear to you, if you even so much as hint at betraying Robb. There isn't a league of assassins anywhere that could save you."

"I guess we'll see then." Jon smirked.

She looked ready to piss her pants in fright. Jon laughed at her expression of pure fear.

She glared at him. "That wasn't funny."

Jon continued to laugh "Yes it was, you seemed ready to use those tools to bludgeon me."

Her glare dropped and she chuckled along with him. "I maybe a healer, but I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty when my husband is at stake." She threw his tunic over to him which he quickly put on through his snorts.

"Your husband and you will always have my protection, that I promise you my lady." He stopped his chuckles to show just how serious he was.

"Robb is a lucky man to gain such a woman who would do anything for him."

She smiled. "Robb and your entire family is lucky to have a brother like you. I may not have known your father, but from the stories I've heard of him, I can tell you he would be happy and proud to know his son never forgot his family back home. No matter who he was trained by."

Jon shook his head. "I doubt that. No matter what good deeds I accomplished to protect my family the shadow of the league will always remain apart of me. My lord father wouldn't be so forgiving of that."

"I beg to differ. If it wasn't for you his daughter. Your sister wouldn't be the same. She is beginning to gain some form of who she used to be. She seems happy. For that alone your father would be proud. Perhaps the road you took to get here wasn't so honorable. But it isn't always about the journey as it is about the final destination."

Jon looked down. "Thank you my lady."

She patted his shoulder on her way out of the tent. "No. Thank you Jon Snow."

Lord Baelish

King's Landing was in quite a bit of turmoil at the moment. The city was now slowly healing from the attack from Stannis Baratheon, while the Lannisters were up in arms over the betrayal conducted by the Martell family. If he wasn't so busy with the tasks appointed to him he would bask in the pure delight of chaos flooding the red keep.

It seemed the Starks had chosen the right family to align themselves with. Robb Stark now had the Dornish army and fleet at his disposal. Currently they were preparing for a siege on Casterly Rock. A siege that could last quite sometime if history were the judge of things. Lord Tywin was currently planning an assault on the Stark and Dornish, while the king remained aloof to the danger currently being perpetuated throughout his own wall.

His employer was right from the beginning. With the great houses at war with each other, the Iron throne was easy pickings.

"Ah Lord Baelish, I was wondering when you would make face."

He turned his head swiftly to see King Joffrey enter his solar. Two king's guard following quickly behind him.

'On time as usual' he suppressed an eye roll.

He had requested an audience with the boy king the moment he returned to King's Landing. The plan would start and end with this Lannister bastard.

He stood from his chair out of respect. "Your grace. It is an honor and a pleasure to see the young king who led his people to victory over his usurper uncle." Lord Baelish smiled cunningly.

Joffrey sat down grabbing the chair behind the desk. Normally he would object to giving up his seat of what little power he had managed to grab since his beginnings in this foul city. But, it would be an insult to a boy king who didn't take such slights so forgivingly.

"Get on with it my lord, a king is always busy and you're lucky I answered your call to begin with." He glared sharply at the mockingbird.

He smirked. "Of course your grace. Wine? I acquired a shipment of arbour gold straight from the vineyard. Perhaps one of the last fresh tasting barrels before winter strikes us. Best avoid Dornish red."

The king nodded waving his hand gesturing for him to pour the boy a glass. 'Perfect' he thought.

Perhaps this would be easier than he thought. Luckily the contents of the wine would have little effect on him. Developing such an immunity to the ground up contents his employer had given him. He was told to take small amounts of whatever rose they had sent him as some form for an antidote. But the boy would not be so lucky. He poured him a large glass and as time passed the boy had begged him for a barrel of wine which he gave him with pleasure. Raj Il Son would be pleased. The boy would begin to feel the effects within the hour. Making his worst fears come to light. And the beginnings of their plans taking shape.

Chaos was a ladder, and according to Raj once the chaos began, the top of his ladder would be the throne. Let the game of thrones truly begin.