Lord of Moat Cailin

Jon watched the icy land below him as he stood on the top of the Wall. His fur cloak wrapped around him to protect him from the icy cold temperatures, one handing resting on handle of Longclaw, a gift given to him by Joer Mormont, Lord Commander of the Knights Watch.

His mind was alight with worry as he thought back to the news he had heard. News from the south always travelled slowly up to the North, but come it does eventually.

His father, Eddard Stark was being held prisoners by the Lannisters, or was. There were rumours that he had escaped along with his sisters, Sansa and Arya. Not only that, his brother, Robb had marched south with an army at his back to free them. News already spoke of his victories at the Battle of the Whispering Woods and at Riverrun.

He had felt a great deal of satisfaction when he had heard it. As much as he wanted to move south, he couldn't give up his Oaths, no matter how much he wanted to. Plus, Robb seemed to have it all handed in the first place.

"Oi, Snow!" He looked to see one of his fellow brothers walking towards him. "Your shifts over." Nodding his head in thanks, Jon walked past the shivering man without saying a word. It was certainly cold up here, more so than at Winterfell, but he had long since grown used to it, those from the south were a different matter.

The ride on the winch elevator down to the courtyard where he noticed quite the commotion as a number of mounted men entered through the gates. Among them, he noticed the sigil that they carried, one belonging to House Umber.

As the winch gate reached the bottom he stepped out and met with his friend, Samwell Tarly. "What's going on?"

"Oh, I don't really know to be honest." Sam admitted sheepishly and Jon felt his lips flicker up. "Do you want to go find out?" He asked and Jon shrugged, the two of them eventually moving down where they could hear the large man speaking quite loudly with Allister Thorne.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Joer Mormont demanded marching across the courtyard at the same time he and Sam got the ground. "Greatjon, I see you're as loud as ever, so why are you here?"

"Joer, heard you came up here." The Greatjon muttered scratching his beard in thought. "Heard you gave up your seat to your son after the rebellion? Must have stung to know he was a slaver."

Despite the Greatjon's words, the Lord Commander was far from insulted. "As blunt as ever, old friend. So, what brings you here?"

"You wouldn't happen to know where Jon Snow is, would ya?" Many of his fellow brothers looked directly at him, both the Greatjon and his men plus Joer turning to look directly at him.

"Now why would you want him?" Joer asked.

"I don't, his brother does." Jon felt his body grow stiff, his brother had wanted him.

Internally, he felt ashamed. All this time he had forced himself to believe that Robb didn't need him and yet, that was far from the truth.

"Right, lets get this over with." Greatjon pulled out a letter from his armour and loudly read its contents, effectively silencing Joer and Allister Thorne before either could say anything. "Jon Snow, by the power vested in me by King Robb Stark, First of his Name, that his base born brother, Jon Snow be hereby legitimised. Let it be known to all that the holding of Moat Cailin and its surroundings are now hereby given to his brothers Jon Stark."

There was a few murmurs from the crowd, Jon hardly able to believe what he was being told. His brother, a King and he was being made a Lord.

"Lord Jon Stark, Lord of Moat Cailin and Shield of the North has been ordered by his liege lord to march south and aid his brother and King in the war against the Mad King, Joffrey Baratheon. So hereby decrees, King Robb Stark, First of his Name, Lord of Winterfell and Winter, High Chief of the First Men, King in the North and Trident." The Greatjon curled up the letter and looked at Jon expectantly.

But no one spoke, all the Brothers of the Night Watch were silent.