Jon Snow, To be Loved, and Shooting Star

Jon Snow, bastard son of Lord Eddard "Ned" Stark of Winterfell in the North, sighed as he stared out the window of his room. Tomorrow would be his 18th nameday and then it would only be a few months before he'd go to the Wall to take the Black. His father had told him it was an honorable position, and if nothing else it would get him from his father's wife Catelyn Tully.

The woman, while beautiful and clearly a woman that any man would be glad to fuck and have, was a downright cruel bitch. She seemed paranoid and afraid that he'd usurp his brother Robb's right to be Warden of the North when their father died or had to step down, it didn't help that she had made his eldest sister cold towards him too. He tried everything, even swearing before the new gods and old that unless Robb came and told him in front of witnesses that he didn't want to be Warden, that Jon would never even dream of being the Warden.

Yet that still did nothing.

His father actively tried to get him legitimized as a Stark instead of a Snow, but Catelyn would hear nothing of it and would get into loud shouting matches with his father. Finally Jon just had his father stop trying, mainly because it was clear that many of the Northern Lords and Ladies were losing respect for him not putting his wife in her place.

In the North it was simple: You were the Lord and your word was law, you didn't debate and discuss unless your actions affected a far grander audience than just you and your own. His father essentially being shouted into submission by his wife had lowered his standing slightly with some, especially since she was a southerner and thus was an outsider to their way of life. Jon was a favored and liked son of Ned because he actually learned all he could of the North, whereas his siblings learned Southern customs and the like because of Catelyn and trying to "civilize" the North.

Naturally, that lowered her standing with the other lords even more.

Jon didn't have to care too much though, within a few months he'd be gone and with his Uncle Benjen and the Night's Watch, though his prayers would stay with his family since he could tell that a few of the lords would be willing to try something if his father didn't become a true Dire Wolf again.

But... He didn't want to go to the Wall, he wanted to stay here and be a true Stark, to be seen as a True Stark. He wanted to be accepted and seen as his own man, not as a stain on his father's honor for fucking a woman that wasn't to be his wife. He wanted to walk around without stigma, glares, looks, pity, or anything, to just be seen as a Son of House Stark and nothing more.

Looking up out the window, he saw a star shooting across the sky. He felt a bit foolish, but decided to make a wish on the star, hoping that maybe there'd be some kind of benefit from it. "I wish that I would be recognized as a Stark and that I could be loved and accepted as I am without problem or issue occurring." He stated as he watched the star before sighing and going to bed.

What he didn't know, was that wishing on that star would work due to the magic in his blood and that his life and the Game of Thrones would be changed forever upon his making that wish.

(Author's Note: In case it wasn't clear, canon and shit getting fucked up and changed from here on out)