It was dark.
He realized as his senses kicked in, his face subconsciously turning towards the soft pillows he had laid on.
His head was thrown backwards, with no support to stop it from stretching and this made him move, his hands pulling upwards to smooth the ache the jerk had left on, but couldn't.
He couldn't move his hands.
As he jerked them, and a sharp pain flared into his wrists and his eyes popped open due to burn he felt.
It was dark but his vision cleared slowly, his eyes blinking rapidly trying to accommodate more of the light in his path.
Rope.
His hands were tied with ropes. He frowned and tried to move his hands again and they burned more as he tried to move them. His minds was working slow, he wasn't able to relate any information together right now.
So he looked around the room he was in.
The room was dark, not as bright as he was used to. It was a small room, a closed door on the leftside leading to god knows where, and it looked like an office.
There was table and chairs filling the front side of the room, cabinets standing on the right side. But his minds started working as soon he saw the man sitting on the chair behind the table.
"What? Where am I? Who are you?"
"That is also my question, who are you?"
He made an imposing figure as soon he stood up, broad shoulder and a formidable figure but he was old. The hair on his head and beard were white, his eyes hardened with the experience. He had a stern look on his face. Stern look pointed at him.
It might have deterred him if he was someone else.
"What are you doing? Untie me."
"Do I seem like your servant whom you could command, boy?"
Before he could open his mouth once again, there was a knock on the door. The man in front shouted "Comein" after hearing the muffled words of the one who was standing outside.
He couldn't see the people who entered but he knew they were two of them.
"Snow, did you bring what I asked you to?"
"Yes, Lord Commander."
His head whipped towards back, his neck pained again due to the jerk but he didn't seem to care. He recognized the person who had entered.
"No!"
He was dreaming surely, this couldn't be real. He was dreaming he was sure now.
"You are ... you are ..."
"You know me?"
The question was asked with such uncertainty; it scared him to his bones. It was same black eyes, the curly ringlets that seemed to be overgrown a little. If he hadn't seen him in black once, he would have never recognized him in whole black.
"Jon."
The other guy called with fear on his face, he was on the pudgy side, his face white with fear, a little beard shining on his chin showing the youthness of the person.
"Jon Snow."
The name was said in whisper, in disbelief, in awe.
"Have you seen him before, Snow?"
"No, Lord Commander."
It took him time but it clicked.
"You are Jeor Mormont, the Lord Commander of night's watch. Am I at Castle Black?"
He didn't need verbal answer to realize the he was correct, he was at Castle black. Bit it didn't seem to be just Castle black.
"This is not possible."
"What's not possible?"
His mind was running around, thinking of the different possibilities and solutions on how to get himself out of here even if he was dreaming.
"Maester."
"Maester Aemon?"
"Yes, I need to see Maester Aemon."
He was not sure why, but Lord Commander looked at the boy other than Jon Snow and he nodded.
"He is just outside."
"Lord Commander you asked to see me."
"Maester Aemon, there is someone who asked for you."
The white eyes of old master were looking around the room, but they settled on him when his chair screeched when he moved.
"Maester Aemon."
"Who is this?"
"Please come here. I can't move."
His assistant didn't seem to like the idea but then ,easter looked at the Lord Commander.
"Is he tied properly?"
"Yes, Maester."
"Sam, help me up."
His breathing increased, as the man moved closer to him. The master knew what he was asking and shaking hands stretched towards his face, his fingers spreading out on his cheeks.
"Seven!"
"Viserys."
"No."
"But you are a Targaryen."
"The white hair did give it away." Lord Commander said in a snide tone.
"Who are you boy? The only Targaryen I know that are alive are across the sea and you seem older than them."
"You are my great-great uncle."
"You can't be. You are dead."
"I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression. I am not Aegon."
"What's your name?"
"Edd. My name is Ed... "
His words were cut off by a shrill scary cry of someone. Someone young and female.