"Winterfell"
Coming up to the large gate of the great fortress of the north a lone rider trots up. The guards see his armor reflect from the little sun that peaks through clouds.
"Halt who goes there?!" The guardsman asks.
"I bring news from Kingslanding for Lord Jon Snow king of the north." He answers. The guard notices the horseman's armor was that of old Kings guard it was silver nothing too flashy about it but it did stand out. His helmet was also modified with a mouth cover hiding his true identity. Unsure of what to do he just stood there crossbow at the ready until another guard came over forcing him to lower his weapon, the guard then informed him of the order given by a superior officer to open the gate. With the new information the guardsman reluctantly gave the word for the gate to be open.
"Open the gate!" The horseman rode in to the fortress and with the snow falling he felt sense of calm and pride, even joy. A feeling he had not seen the people of the land have for quite sometime.
As he entered the great hall he was met with a party of hosts. Lord Snow and Lady Stark sat at the head table with Lord Davos and Lady Mormont. Behind them were Breinne of Tarth, Podrick, Tormund Giants bane, Lord Manderly and lastly Ghost, Jon Snow's dire wolf all with eyes on him. Back by the door Little finger leaned against the wall nit wishing to speak but to listen. Quite quickly the mysterious knight could see Sansa's slight uneasiness towards him as he walked by.
"It's impolite to were a helmet in front of those you wish to speak with." Sansa pointed out. The mysterious knight quickly took off his helm revealing not to be an man but what many would more likely call a boy; he was quite close to Sansa's age if not the same. His hair was short and his figure and stance resembled that of a young Edd Stark.
"Forgive me my lady I did not wish to offended; when you wear it for a long enough time like I have you tend forget it's still even on." He replied to her.
"Who are you, your sigil a star rising over the horizon; it's southern and unknown amongst the other houses." Jon questioned.
"You're right it's because it my own."
"You've created your own house?" Lady Mormont curiously asked.
"My lady everyone has their own house and name already, I just put mine to a flag and symbol and suddenly my superiors took me more seriously." He answered her humbly.
"So your not a true knight?" Davos questioned.
"No, but so far I'm better than any knight I've come across." He answered.
"And what makes you say that?"
"Well I'm alive aren't I?" He jokes to Jon's amusement.
"Well what is your name?" Jon asked.
"My name m'lord is Edmond, Edmond Dayne."
"Dayne? As in Sir Arthur Dayne?" Davos injected.
"That would be correct, I may not look it but I'm actually close to your age Lord Snow. Sir Dayne was my father, though I never got the chance to meet him." He told them. That last remark makes Sansa question his motives for she and Jon know it was their father that killed him at the Tower of Joy many years ago.
"So why have you come here; are you here for revenge, to kill us?" Sansa asked now cautious more than ever of him.
"Heh, Forgive me my lady but not even I would be as foolish to challenge a room full of some of the greatest fighters in the land; could I kill some, maybe most of you even? Yes that of I am sure, though I fear I'm no match for either those eyes you have or your brothers skill with a blade." Surprisingly the flattery works for both of them as Jon could feel some pride in his skill while Sansa only smirks at his notion. "Hell from the stories I've heard Lady Mormont here is probably the mightiest one in this room. With her power to make even the most prideful and stoic of lords tremble with shame and nearly shit their own pants." Edmond points out and jokes.
Everyone is quiet for a moment as they process what has just been thrown at them from this lone knight, even getting Lady Mormont blush and smirk is no easy task. "So why are you here then?" Jon asks.
"I've fought my entire life since I could swing a sword; for many people and lords as a sell sword and in defense of many and in terror for others. Now my journey has brought me here because you've seen what very few have seen and you know what's coming for the world." Jon quickly knew where he was going from here.
"The army of the dead."
"Aye, that is what I speak of. I wish to spend my last war fighting for the world not making it worse." He tells them.
"So you wish join us and pledge your sword?"
"Aye, I do wish to join you, though I feel I should tell you of news that bring you from the south first."
"What news do you bring?" Jon asks.
"King Tommen is dead my lord." He tells them.
"Dead? How?"
"Suicide my king. He walked of the ledge of his own window. Cersei Lannister has been named Queen of Westeros after she killed The high Sparrow, the rest of the Sept and many of the Tyrells with wild fire, hundreds died.
"My god?" Davos said to himself leaning back into his chair."
"What else is there?" Jon asked.
"You should also know that Dorne and the last of the Tyrells have sworn allegiance to another queen."
"Another queen?" Davos ponders.
"Yes, the last Targaryen; Daenerys Stormborn. The mother of dragons and freer of slaves. She sales as we speak with a massive armada backed by Dorne, the Tyrells, Theon and Yara Greyjoy with their iron born, and the army of the Unsullied now combined with the Dothraki horde. Lastly of course with her three massive dragons, one of which she rides personally." Everyone is taken back by this news. Jon is especially concerned. Not only does he have to worry about the impending doom that is the Night king, but he's must also deal with two queens each with an opposing force before he can even unite the people to his side.
"How accurate is this news?" Jon questions.
"I'd say very accurate seeing I saw both with my own eyes."
"And how is that?" Lady Mormont inquires.
"Lord Varys."
"Varys?"
"Yes he is an old alley of my family, he travels amongst them. He was also a lone alley to your father. He has hope for you two.
"What hope does Varys have for me and Daenerys?"
"This world is facing a threat it cannot face fractured; he believes together both the Mother of Dragons and the White Wolf could be enough to unite the kingdom and defeat the mad queen save the world from the everlasting night that is the Long Night."
"Three rulers in Westeros, well that's certainly less than usual." Davos sarcastically joke trying to ease everyone. The others gave stares of uneasiness as set of weariness clouded the room.
"Forgive us Sir Dayne we need to talk amongst ourselves with news."
"Understood." Edmond walked out the hall to let the rest speak.
"Well can we trust him?" Lord Manderly asks.
"He hasn't given us a reason not to at least not yet." Davos answers.
"Though he did just threaten the whole room. Before dropping some serious news on us." Brienne points out.
"Aye that he did, boys got balls." Tormund adds.
"It wasn't as much a threat as it was an attempt to win us over." Davos inserts.
"I say we give him a chance." Sansa tells them. To which Jon and Lady Mormont both turn to her and smile. "What? I think he could be useful to us, he has a friendship to Lord Varys which can become quite useful and if he is right, then we could more then double our strength." Sansa explains with a slight brush.
"Now I don't doubt he's telling the truth, I just doubt his motives. I also want to know how he knew from half way around the world about the White Walkers beyond the wall." Jon tells them.
"Well let's find out then." Lady Mormont tells him.
"You're very quiet.
"If we going to get him to open up then we might as well go first. Call him back in." Jon orders.
"Sir Edmond Dayne if what you say is true then it is in our best interest to at least meet this dragon queen.
"I agree."
"Do you swear your self to not just me but to the name Stark?" Jon asks. Quickly Edmond unsheathes his sword kneeling down.
"I swear it."
"Then let it be known that as of this day you are now of my kings guard. Your first act is to head south with Lady Stark along with her head Queens guard Brianne of Tarth and Lady Mormont to meet this queen. You will protect Lady Sansa and Lady Mormont with your life and do what is asked of you. Do you understand this duty of which if I ask of you?"
"Aye I do."
"Good, rise brother and get some rest for tomorrow you ride." Lord snow commands.
A few hours passed and night had fallen. While walking amongst one of the courtyards he came upon Sir Davos. "A little late to be strolling out isn't it?" He asked.
"Yes it is my Lord." Edmond replies.
"Oh I'm no lord." Davos tells him. "Though I would like to know, how exactly did you know about the threat beyond the wall and to come here?" Davos questions.
"Well I ask you to forgive me Sir Davos."
"And why would need to do that?"
"The Red Lady Melisandre showed me a vision many years ago of the war to come when I was still a boy." Edmond could see the disgust in Davos' eyes. "I dared not tell you because I knew you would not take me in, I know what she has done the news traveled fast while I was still in the south."
"So...are you another believer in this Lord of Light?"
"No I'm not nor do I believe in either the old gods and the new." Edmond tells him.
"But you said you saw the vision."
"Your right I reckon there's a good chance that there is a God out there just not one that calls for sacrifices nor multiple version it's all just the same." Edmond explains. Davos could tell the lad had his mind and heart in the right place.
"You seem to be a good lad. I wish you good fortune on your travels."
"And I wish you good fortune in the wars to come." Edmond replies heading off to his room. That saying pauses Davos for a moment before he looks up to the tower near him where he sees Jon looking down, after he promptly nods down to him Jon leaves the area and Davos is left to ponder what exactly Edmond meant.
Knock! Knock! Knock! The door to the Lord's Chamber opened and Sansa looked up to see Edmond standing there. "What is it?" She asks of him.
"Well my lady you seemed very distracted today as we spoke in the hall, so as your new servant I've come to offer you advice." Edmond so blatantly tells her.
"You, are going to give me advice?"
"Yes." Sansa could feel a serge of rage build up in side her.
"You don't even know me, nor could you have any idea what it must have been like for me. So tell me what exactly could you offer me?" Edmond smiles and pulls out a small piece of wood carved into flower. "You bring me that; a small carved flower?"
"Aye." He simply replies taking her hand and placing flower. "No matter what happens always remember there will be morning to your nightmares and you will always have the council and advice of those closest to you and if they are not remember this flower and know a morning will come to you whether it will be in this life or the next." He explains to her. She stares down at the flower as he walks away leaving her. Sansa once more finds herself smiling to the charm of Sir Edmond Dayne. Though unknown to the both of them Little finger stands around the corner having heard every word. He feels a small shiver roll down his spine seeing as he has another what he would consider a enemy to his dream of he and Sansa on the Iron Throne and the world under his control.
In the south during the confusion of Walder Frey's death Edmure is released by Jaime Lannister and sent with garrison of royal troops to hold River Run from Northern invaders. Seeing it as key point before the Twin Towers it is desperate move. Once more Edmure's family is used as leverage against him to do so. While much farther south Elana Sand and the Sand Snakes watch as the massive armada breaks from the horizon and three dragons fly over their heads. In awe they look as their scales reflect the sun while their size creates massive overshadows showing just how big they really are. The coming war for south is soon to be at hand. The few remaining pieces on the board begin their moves and the terror of the night comes ever so close to the wall as the army of the undead marches from beyond. With the sudden appearance of such a character the game is about to be shaken as a blizzard of embers and snow prepare to fall upon Westeros. On a mountain peak north of the wall the Night king stands gazing upon the vast open land with him seeing just beyond the wall. His fellow White Walkers in a group four strong each with a different variation of armor kneel behind him. As he raises his hands an over cast of shadow and darkness begins to fall upon the mountain top.
