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obb was ready to train, at least he thought he was. He ignored Bayla's pleads to take more time to heal, deciding that it was better to regain his strength than stay confided between two walls. Jon waited in the courtyard.

The night was cold but nothing he was not used to and everyone had gone to their beds, besides those who had to take their first watch.

Both Jon and Bayla were unsure on whether or not he was ready, but he knew better than to try and persuade his brother once his mind was made up on a matter.

Jon turned his head when he heard the footsteps in the cold ground to see Robb carrying his sword. It pained Jon to see Robb after what the war has done to him.

They were both so young and naïve the day before they left Winterfell and now- well... Robb looked so much like his mother , he always had but there were moments where you could see Ned Stark definitive in the way he walked, the way he talked.

Looking at his brother now, he wished he didn't listen to Sam and ride North. It wasn't that simple. He swore an oath to the nightswatch, to his brothers on the wall.

To leave behind a life of nobility and former choices and mistakes. He was a watcher on the wall, but Robb was still his brother. Still one of few that never made him feel like he was the bastard of Winterfell. Robbs' skin was pale, from what he saw his back was scarred from all the arrows that were plunged through his back, his hair now reached his shoulders as time went on and his eyes looked heavier by the nights he couldn't fall asleep.

Jon turned his head when he heard footsteps on the cold and dull ground as he saw Robb approached him.

Still wearing his coat from home but with dressings of the nightswatch. He carried his sword, Ice, before receiving a sword from Commander Mormont, Robb and their father were of few Jon knew of to carry true Valyrian steel.

He stood from his post , with true concern asking his brother "Are you sure you're ready to fight again. It hasn't been so long, your body needs rest." He implied to which Robb shook his head

Robb respectfully nodded his head as he gentle smirked "I'd rather have you kick my arse, then spend another night stacking books with Samwell." he joked in attempt to reassure his brother. He looked around to see the court practically empty when he noticed Jons trusted companion not with him "Where's Ghost?"

"With Bayla. I told him to keep watch of her whenever she was alone, especially at night." Jon answered and Robb understood that.

No one doubted their courage and strength but just like Joanna, they were women surrounded by men. Their urges could attack from just the slightest look, it was better not to take the risk

"You sure you don't want to use a sparring sword instead. I won't think anything of it if you do Robb?" Jon asked

Robb kept a straight face as he commented "We haven't used sparring swords since we were children. I don't think I could've gotten worse." he remarked "Unless you're scared I'll embarrass you again, just like when we were nine." he teased. Jon sighed as he picked up his sword

"Very funny."

The two stood across one another waiting for the other to make a move. Both couldn't help but feel nostalgia as physically they were two grown men, but both knew inside in their hearts it was like they were children training with Ned again.

Both so seasoned in combat that the other easily blocked or countered one another, more so Jon.

Jon was about to swing at Robb, but his brother quickly countered as he swiped Jon's leg as he fell on his back. Ice pointed to Jon's chest as he looked to Robb dumbfounded by his swift movement

"What in sevens was that?" he yelled as Robb helped him to his feet again "We never learned that?"

Robb chuckled "It's something I picked up from Joanna. We'd spar whenever we got the chance." he casually said.

Jon swung his sword to Robb, but just as his sword swung through air, Robb swiftly grabbed Jon by the side as he switched them to face back to back.

Robb took his brother by the shoulder shoving him down and disarming him as he fell to the ground again. "Joanna knew she wasn't the biggest or strongest but she was the smartest swordswoman. She knew it would be better to strike the body where your guard was down."

He rose to his feet again to face Robb "Sounds like she was trained well." he replied as they attacked one another again.

This time with Jon dodging him as Robb struck, his sword hitting back as they sheathed against one another's. Maintaining their hold as both refused to yield.

The blades cutting into one another as they kept their stance strong. Robb could feel his back aching from the tension but he refused to give in, he needed to be in better form than he ever was.

Jon remembered that day in the courtyard with himself, Robb, Theon and Joanna. He remembered how Theon insulted her to the face when she questioned his archery, and retaliating by hitting every target in the yard.

He remembered Tyrion warning them not to aggravate Joanna as she had been trained since she was a child, seeing her manoeuvres on Robb... he didn't realize that she was that skilled.

He also noticed the spark in Robb's eyes as he spoke of her, how his face gleamed as his cheeks regained colour he had thought was long gone.

He was hesitant on whether Robb would ever fall in love with a southern beauty as the princess. They seemed to be from two different worlds.

She lived a life of lavish silks and cakes where as Robb was being groomed to be the next Warden of the North. He didn't think he'd ever see his brother this in love with the princess, but simply in the way he spoke of her , Jon could tell, Joanna was Robb's entire world.

The brothers parted from one another as the smirk on Robbs face faltered. He sighed deeply as he slacked his sword against a wooden post. His light demeanour now heavy again as Robb slammed his fist against the post.

"Fuck!" he grunted as his cold hand took the impact harder than expected

Jon withdrew his sword as he stepped closer to his brother, attempting to put his hand on his shoulder but Robb quickly jerked it away. "I'm sorry- I didn't mean- I'm sorry..." he apologized as he imagined the hurt on Jon's face.

Jon shook his head "You don't have to apologize Robb. You did nothing wrong..." Jon reasoned but that only frustrated him more. Not because of what he said, but because he wished it was that easy for him.

Robb breathed in deeply as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Jon as they looked up to the night sky The full moon often reminded him of Joanna.

He had kissed her for the first time on the night of a full moon and they married on the full moon as well. In the back of his mind, he could still remember her breathless laugh after she kissed him.

Her cheeks as red roses as his thumb grazed her soft cheeks. Gods he missed her. "Tonight was the first time I spoke of her without..." he didn't want to admit how some nights he cried himself to sleep thinking of how he failed her, how he lost her and the babe.

"I know..." Jon quietly answered "You seem to really love her. She sounded wonderful."

Robb let go of his frustration as he thought of the only thing that could give him peace. Her. "She was..." he agreed "You would have liked her I think, she reminded me a lot of Arya. Its funny even though I was waging war against her family, she never failed to remind me on how we needed to keep Arya, Sansa, Tommen and her sister safe. I failed father and mother... but mostly them..." And then both brothers hearts grew even heavier as they both thought to their brothers and sisters. If not missing, then probably dead.

Jon thought back to the night Sam and Gilly spotted Rickon and Bran along with friends North of the wall.

He felt so ashamed to think that Bran and Rickon were so close to him when he was the Free Folk and yet so far. He should have went after them, he knew that but before Sam was able to turn his back they disappeared into the cold again. He didn't know where to start with searching for them.

Robb on the other hand thought of his sisters. He failed to do the one thing he swore to do the night they called the banners.

To avenge his father and bring his sisters home. Bayla told him that she managed to rescue Arya the night of the red wedding but that didn't soothe his heart.

She could be anywhere still, wondering the nights alone... gods know where and then there was Sansa. Sweet Sansa who was held a captive between the very people that had her witness the beheading of their father. Robb realized that he was no king. He was a failure.

Authors note:

Watching season one, I so badly wanted to see more of Jon and Robb together but as we all know George R.R Martin said - sike bitch.

ALSO
One thing about post redding Robb, he's absolutely still hot

But this is my book and I'm sad about Robb, so I'm keeping him alive because I can and want to. Anyways I will be going back and forth between Castle Black and Kingslanding.

So I already have three chapters with Robb, the next will be from Joanna's point of view because the purple wedding is coming up soon and oh man, everything after Joffrey's death will be so fucking messy and stressful, I can't even sugar-coat it.