A long talk

Jon approached the stark crypts ith a mixture of anxiety and deep deep longing.

This is something he wanted to learn for his entire lifetime. He refused to change anything about this moment.

He knew theoretically he could be anyone but at the same time he only wanted to be Jon (Stark) But if he changed something accidentally or deliberately would he truly be the same Jon? He had no clue. But as he stepped in, Epiphany occurred,

his powers were vague that perhaps he could try something to control them.

" The Stark crypts are old, as old as winterfell itself, they must be magical, and it's magic must inherently nullify other magic within and around its walls. Thus anything I say inside Will not affect the world inside of the crypts or the outside. This command is binding, and cannot be changed unless I start with a activation phrase brandon the builder. Only then can I change reality within the walls of the crypts and outside while I reside in the crypts."

He could feel the magic binding his words into a law of existence. He could feel the strength of the walls of the crypts as he walked within them.

He hoped and prayed that this would be enough he was already easily able to change reality but to prevent change is another matter entirely

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As he walked to the chamber his father had commanded him to rendezvous at he found his father standing solemnly at the Statue of his aunt.

Jon before I say anything else, I want you to know that I love you, and while you are still young I am proud of the man you are today. You are of my blood and because of that and who you are, you shall always have a place here in winterfell no matter what you choose With your life afterwards. I swear it.

While he knew his lord father was not fully able to retain such a vow it was the thought that truly counted. It was why he loved him so.

Thank you Father.

Ned it took a moment to look back at the Statue.