I do not own anything of Game of thrones: This tale is of my own plot and only is inspired by the show.
Part l: Prologue.
Cold was the night. One of the coldest yet. Thoughts ponder my young mind. 'what is it we are looking for?' I think. My eyes dart around, trees, trees and more bloody trees. 'Damn the north.' I think. I glance at my superior.
Ser Waymer. His posture is still strong after several days in this cold hell. We are away from the protection of the wall and its men, we are in the true north. Our horses die days ago, which is positive and negative.
We could use the meat to eat, however now we must trek on foot. "Where are we going?" I muster the courage to ask Ser Waymer. He glares at I, "Where no man dares go." He responds harsh. I sigh to myself and keep walking.
Suddenly a branch snap behind us. What we see is nothing like we've seen before. Standing there is a creature resembling a human but, blue. I see my fellow watcher's eyes widen and soon I understand what this is as well.
"White Walker?" I question myself. Arrows zip the air. Piercing some of my brothers. The others were sliced by surprise. "Come with me boy!" Ser Waymer urges.
We dart past trees and through bush, being pursued by the dead. I'm horrified. We reach a large cluster of oak, we pause and look around for the dead. A White Walker appears in front of Ser Waymer, he slashes but his blade turns to ice shards.
The white walker decapitates him. Ser Waymer dead. I fall to my knees. I sob into my hands, as the Walker approaches. 'This is how I die? Not even with a fight.' I think depressingly. The walker reaches me and directs his sword south.
'He is not going to kill me?' I ponder. I stand still full of tears and start trudging through the snow.
"Oh, come on Bran. You can do it." Rickon cheers. Bran lets go of the string of his bow and the arrow cuts the air. It hits the bale of hay, but not the target. 'Damn' Bran thought. "Bran that was shit. You can do better than that can't you." Robb snickered.
"Don't listen to him Bran, breath in then out." Jon encouraged. Bran nod, he knocked another arrow and aimed. He breath in letting his lungs fill with the air of Winterfell. Then out till there was no air left in him. He let go of the string and the arrow launched. It again went clean through the air but dropped and didn't hit the target.
"Bloody hell." Bran slipped. "Now that's no language for a young man is it?" Ned the father and lord of Winter fell asked. Robb kept snickering. Ned stared at his eldest. "Now I don't recall you being an amazing shot when you were Bran's age? Were you." Ned says.
Bran is thankful for his father's optimism. Robb storms off clearly tempered. Jon laughs at his step brother's actions and encourages Bran to try some more shots.
Soon the courtyard of Winterfell is lively, a young boy stumbled in Winterfell in hope to find Ned. "What's the meaning of this?" Ned asks angered by the chaos. Rodrick Cassel approaches the angered lord. "Lord Stark, a boy from the nights watch is here. He says its urgent."
"Bring him to the council room." Ned says. Rodrick nods in agreement.
Few hours took place in the council room, Lord Stark wondered what this young boy could be talking about. 'White walkers?' Ned thought, it couldn't be true. Though the men of the nights watch had seen things they couldn't explain out beyond the wall. But White Walkers, they were just myths.
Ned knew what had to be done, it was punishable by death to leave your post at the nights watch. Ned rallied his castle as they went to the rock. "Lord Stark, the dead are coming, at least prepare!" The soldier warned.
Ned had not believed the whimpering boy, but he took the words into consideration. Ned's men pushed the boy to the stone. They held him down, but he hadn't move he sat there, understanding what his punishment is. "In the name of Robert Baratheon King of the Seven kingdoms and Protector of the realm, Eddard Stark Lord of Winterfell and warden of the north sentence you to die."
Ned unsheathed "Ice" his Valyrian Steel great sword and sliced the head of the boy off. He sheathed the sword and ordered his men to take the body away. "Good, you didn't look away." Jon state. Bran nods and walks back to Winterfell with his step brother.
While going home Ned begins to get the mist of a foul odor. "What is that smell?" He mutters. His sons trot around attempting to find the unholy stench. Moments later they come across the carcass of a dead buck. Its insides were out.
Life had drained from the animal, maggots degrading its flesh to mush. "Mountain lions?" Theon suggested. "No mountain lions roam these forests." Ned replies. "Then what?" Jon mumbles. The group walk south for a few minutes and find the dead body of a Dire wolf. It too was lifeless being stabbed by part of the buck's antler. "That's where the antler is." Ned chuckled.
"But why is a Dire Wolf this far south?" Asked Robb. "This is rather far for them." He continued. Ned agreed. Bran stroll over towards his father, just to sit near. Nearby a faint whimper is heard. Under the protection of shrubs are 6 Dire wolf pups. The Starks stare in awe and bewilderment at the creatures, then their emotions turn to bitterness. "What shall we do with them?" Robb askes.
"We shall kill them, this is no place for Dire Wolf pups." Ned answers. "Father no, keep them alive please." Bran begged. He could not even comprehend the idea of killing the pups. They were to cute and they could be great for them. Ned took a knee and rested his hand on Bran's shoulder. "Some things just must be done Bran." He says softly, trying to comfort his son.
But Bran rebuke. "No, we can't kill them we can take care of them. As pets." Bran pleads. Ned's expression is mixed. A hardened expression trying to make his son understand sacrifice yet also soft understanding his sons wish. He still neglects the idea till Jon chimes in. "Lord Stark, there are five dire wolves and five Stark children. You house sigil is the Dire wolf, they were sent to you by your gods." He concludes.
Ned's face remains middle as he responds. "You are to train the beasts, feed them and if they die. They die." Instructed Ned. Bran cheers as his father gave him the pup, Robb and Theon carried the others. They were about to start off back to Winterfell when Jon found something.
'Another pup'?' He thinks. "Ah the runt of the litter." Robb explains. "That one's yours snow." Theon snickers. Finally, after the beheading the mis matched family heads back to the castle.
Upon their arrival they have a raven. Maester Luwin takes the note from the feathered fiend. "The hand of the king, Jon Arryn is dead…" His voice faltering. Ned had no words just utter shock. Luwin continued, "The King of the seven kingdoms Robert Baratheon shall be arriving at Winterfell to discuss details with Lord Eddard Stark, Warden of the north."
Ned processed what he'd heard, then gave commands. "The king of the seven kingdoms is coming, Robert Baratheon is coming to Winterfell. We must look presentable in front of the king." Ned's guardsmen and maiden begin preparations for the king's arrival.
Setting tables in the dining room, sweeping the master courters, where all kings have slept while staying at Winterfell. In days the king would arrive along with the queen and their children, yet Winterfell had much work to accomplish. Maiden hoist up chandelier and prepare marvelous food.
The sons of Ned prepare for the arrival of the king. His blood son gets a rather short trim over his beard and hair. Theon trims his beard and hair close. Into a clean shave. And finally, Jon, Ned's bastard son gets a small cut. "Shear em good." Robb cracks. Jon ignores and shapes his hair only well.
Jon's fondness of his hair was more than anything else at Winterfell. He had never gone anywhere, he has always had his place at his father's castle. And nothing or no one in Winterfell could make him lust for other than his hair.
While everyone was preparing for the king's arrival, Bran was being mischievous on the roof tops of Winterfell. Its majestic towers to his left, he tramped atop the shingles. He had done this many times and wasn't much afraid of falling. He took a break at the edge of a roof watching into the green fields encircling the castle.
He watched to the South hoping to catch a glimpse of the King's brigade. He did, in all their pride the nights marched to Winterfell guarding the king with their lives. Bran watch in awe as they grew closer and closer to Winterfell. He grew enormously excited and decided to rush to his mother and father.
He leaps across tops of the castle, he began to climb vertically downwards towards the courtyard. There his mother and Maester Luwin chatted. "Bran!" His mother screams in fear. "Get down from there now." She demands. Bran obeys and leaps to the ground. Happy with his landing he greets his mother. "Mother the king, he is near I saw him with many men!" Bran explains with glee.
His mother still cross with her son demands him never to climb on the walls of Winterfell again, she fears he my fall and hurt himself. "I promise." He hums. His mother nods then walk away.
Ned and his wife prepare the people of Winterfell to look presentable in front of the king, lines and lines of the people row through the castle. As the king and his family and guard pass through the people bow in front of their grace. When he finally arrives in the main courtyard, Ned, his family and peers kneel before their king.
The king climbs off his horse and approaches Ned. He flicks his fingers indicating to rise. Ned did and watched his king. "You got fat." The king says blunt. Ned stares a moment then moves his eyes toward his king's stomach, looking as though he was a bloated dying creature. The two old friends bust out laughing.
"It's good to see you again Ned." The king states. "You as well Robert." Ned replies. The queen, Cersei Lannister and her twin brother Jamie Lannister walked up to the king together. "My love let us go to our courters." Cersei suggests to Robert. Ned bends and kisses his queen's hand. "My queen." He gestures kindly. Robert refuse, "Take me to the crypt, show me Jon Arryn." He instructs. "My love, we have been riding for a month we should rest." Cersei counters. Robert waves the thought away and moves to the crypt with Ned.
Ned and Robert strolled through the crypt, the final resting place of most important people in Winterfell. "Tell me what happened." Ned questions. Robert huff a sigh, "One day he was fine, the next he was dead. Took by a fever I am told." "I loved the man like he was my father." Robert huffs.
Ned agrees as they continue the crypt. They walk in silence till Robert pulls Ned to a halt. "I need you Ned," He exclaims. "I wish for you to come to Kings landing with me, you shall be anointed hand of the king." Ned pauses processing his Kings wishes. Ned bows to a knee, "I am not worthy your grace." He says. Robert chuckles "Get up Ned, we are supposed to rule together you helped me gain the Iron throne. Help me keep it." Ned nods and embraces his friend. "There is one way for us to stay together in Kings landing," Robert begins. "I have a son and you have a daughter. We must join houses Ned. Think about it." Robert pats Ned on the back and parts to his wife.
Across the other side of Winterfell Jamie Lannister was searching for his brother. Tyrion Lannister was a dwarf. He loved two things in the world. Whores and Wine. He was in Winterfell's brothel when his brother found him. "Have you ever heard of knocking on a closed door?" He said half naked with a whore. "The Starks are feeding us at dusk, I recommend you get ready brother." Jamie says. Tyrion nods in remark.
"I believe I have something that I'm doing right now, Jamie this is a once in a lifetime experience. Northern girls are the best." Tyrion compliments the whore, as though she cares about his compliments. She is only there for the money he will provide. "Sure, if it's a once in a lifetime experience then better make it quick." Jamie smiles and opens the door again, several more whores rush in to greet Tyrion with their cunts.
Jamie walks out the door pleased with his presentation, "close the door." Tyrion hollers however Jamie pays no mind to him and continues to walk.
The breeze whipped through Daenerys Targaryen's silver hair. Today was her final day in Valeria. Soon she'd be the wife or, slave of Khal Drogo. "Ah, there's the bride." Her brother Viserys says. She remains silent but walks towards her brother. "A gift from Valeria, isn't our host great?" He asks. Daenerys nods "We have been his guests for a year now, and yet he has not asked for anything." She says sluggishly. "He knows that when I redeem our family and take the Iron Throne that I won't forget my friends." Viserys beams.
"Touch the gift." Viserys instructs. Daenerys feels the soft linen dress she was given. He gives a smile to his sister then frowns. "You still slouch?" he says as a question and statement. "If you are to be the queen of Khal Drogo, you mustn't slouch." He declares.
"Let me see." He takes his sister by the shoulder and untie her current dress till nothing is covering her. Afraid her brother might get angry Daenerys doesn't move exposing herself to her brother and the maid around them. Inside she is weeping for her brother to stop his 'inspection' of perfectness.
He touches her moving his hands through her hair and touching her in places she had never wanted him to touch. In fact, he never wanted him to touch her. He lost his anger too often and she grew afraid of her sibling. He finally stopped and state "I need you to be perfect today. Can you do that for me." Daenerys's lip quivered.
Viserys rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't want to wake the dragon, would you?" He asks timid yet rising in aggression. "No." Daenerys says faintly. Viserys nods and walks away. Daenerys turns and mope towards her bath. The maids had warned her not to go in yet, it was much to hot. She climbed in with no hesitation.
The water had no effect on her even though it was steaming. She lay herself as though everything was fine. A nearby maid stand in shock.
After the bath Daenerys climbed and put on the lovely blue linen gown she had been given. She accompanied her brother at the front of their host's home. There they waited for Khal Drogo to arrive.
"Where is he?" Viserys probed. "The Dothraki are not known for punctuality." Their host responds. Soon they hear the clops of horses. Four Dothraki gallop into the vicinity, bear chest and covered in war paint they trot towards Daenerys.
One Dothraki had a long goatee and hair. He was Khal Drogo. His eyes gleam at her. The host walks toward Drogo. "Let me introduce my honored guests, this is Viserys Targaryen third of his name. Rightful king of the Andale and the first men. And his sister Daenerys Targaryen." Daenerys begins to approach but is pulled to a halt by her brother.
"Do you see his blade. Covered with blood stains yes?" He begins, "Dothraki kill their opponents and cut off their heads. Khal Drogo is undefeated. And you shall be queen." He smiles sharply. Daenerys has shivers, yet she still approaches Drogo when her brother allows her to.
She approaches her new husband hoping he would not take her, her lips are apart, so her teeth show wind moving though, making it burn. She reaches Drogo expecting him to either take her or slap her away. He did neither, instead he just stared at her for a few moments and left his men following.
"Where is he going?" Viserys says in alarm. Daenerys feels as though she has won against Drogo's marriage. "Did he like her?" her brother asks. "Trust me your grace, we would know if he didn't like her." Their host explains.
Those words changed Daenerys's thoughts and now she was worried.
Later Viserys and their host are discussing when Daenerys shall be married to Drogo, she is sitting nearby listening. "When is she too be married to Drogo?" Viserys asks. "Soon." The host responds. "I don't want to marry Khal Drogo." Daenerys chimes. "I just want to go home." She adds. Viserys turns to Daenerys. Glaring at her, "What?" He asks sharp. "You want to go home, so do I but how do you presume we go home to Westeros?" Daenerys looks at her feet in fear, realizing she just awoke the dragon. "I don't know." She says in a small voice. "We are going to marry you to Drogo and we are going to have an army and ships and we are going to retake Kings Landing. And I shall be king!" Viserys barks.
Daenerys feels like she's melting under her brother's anger. "I would let his entire camp fuck you. All 42,000 men and the horses if I must." He sneers. He is belittling his own sister as a whore, when he is forcing her to do it.
He grips her chin and kisses her fore head. Daenerys feels fear and hatred but cannot do anything to her brother. She can only hope things won't be as rough as Viserys described.
"Do you believe Joffrey will like me, or do you think he'll think I'm ugly." Sansa questions her mother. Un shocked by her daughter's question Catelyn replies. "If he does think you are ugly, then he is the stupidest prince I have ever seen." She smiles at her daughter, "He is so handsome." Sansa says dreamily, Catelyn rolls her eyes. "When are we too be married? Sooner or later?" Sansa asks. "We don't even know if you are to marry that boy, your father hasn't agreed yet." Catelyn huffs. Sansa looks at her mother bewildered, "Why would father say no? He would be the second most powerful man in the seven kingdoms."
Beginning to get annoyed by her daughter's questions. Catelyn stops brushing Sansa's hair. "Your father would have to leave his home, Winterfell. He would have to leave me; do you believe he wants that?" He asks. Sansa shook her head. "But please mother, it's the only thing I've ever wanted. Make father say yes." She begged. Catelyn was upset her daughter believed that Ned would leave his place at Winterfell.
Later that night it was time to feast. The cooks had served crispy rabbit and cooked venison. There were vegetables and of course wine and ale. The children had to drink water. Catelyn sat with Cersei watching as the king grabbed the drink bearer and began kissing her. 'He is going to whore his way through Winterfell' Catelyn thought.
Cersei just frowned at the sight and continued to eat her food.
Outside the pavilion Jon was practicing with his sword. He did not favor crowds or feasts. So, he practiced, slicing the training dummy hay slowly creeping out of its cuts. He hacked and hacked at the dummy, till someone called to him. A familiar voice. He turned to see his uncle with open arms. "Uncle Benji." He smiled.
"How are you lad?" Benji asked. "Bored of the feast." Jon replied. "Well with that sword work, you could be a watcher of the nights watch." Benji compliment. Jon smiled at his uncle. "Take me with you when you leave then." He says confident. His uncle sighs. He stares Jon in the eyes. "I don't know Jon." Benji sighs. "Ask father I know he will say yes. Just ask him." Jon begs. Benji becomes serious, "Do you know what you would miss out?" He inquires. "No family, you cannot raise children or be a father." "I know this, and I don't care about that." Jon says sharply.
Benji grins at his nephew. He looks toward the dining pavilion. "Perhaps I should save your father from his guests, yes?" Benji strolls toward the door.
Leaving Jon alone again.
Inside Benji accompanied his brother, they discussed the boy Ned had decapitated and the white walkers the boy was speaking of. Mid conversation Robb embraced his uncle. They spoke for a while sharing stories.
Across the room, Cersei and Catelyn still stare at Robert and his whore. He began squeezing, the women's ass. They seemed to be enjoying themselves however Cersei was not.
She despised her husband, always whoring with every girl he sees. She wishes that something would happen to Robert, so her son could inherit the Iron throne.
Sansa approached the table where Catelyn and Cersei sat. "You are very pretty, how old are you?" Cersei request. "Thirteen your grace." Sansa answers. Cersei continues to interrogate Sansa without knowing. "your tall for thirteen," She compliment. "Have you bled?" Sansa's eyes dart the room staring at her mother and the queen and the walls around them. She finally answers. "No, your grace."
Cersei stare coldly at the child. "Your dress, did you brand it yourself." Cersei asks. Sansa is glad the questions have changed and has a sigh of relief. "Yes, your grace." She replies. Cersei smiles then says one final statement to Sansa. "You must make me a dress someday, such talent you have." She smiles then shoos the girl back to her seat. "Such beauty wasted away while she's up here." Cersei say coldly. Catelyn is offended but cannot say a word to the queen.
When Sansa reaches her seat, she gossips to her friend about what the queen had asked and of course about how she will marry the handsome prince. Prince Joffrey is eyeing Sansa from a few tables away. She smiled at him and went back to gossiping.
Arya began to spoon her food, she flung a mixture of meat and vegetables onto Sansa's face. The goop slid down Sansa's face. "Arya!" She whined. Arya giggled and prepared another catapult of food. Robb chuckled at his siblings' fight, but he got a signal from his mother to end it. He frowned at the fun ending but got up from his chair and walked to Arya. "Its time for bed." He said as he picked her from her seat. "What no." she fought against Robb clearly wanting to stay. "Its not me its mother." He smiles.
After that was settled Sansa and her friend continued to chat.
Later that night Ned and his wife Catelyn lay together in bed consulting the idea of going to the capital. Ned thought it may be a promising idea. The Starks would have more power then before. But Catelyn was still torn of the fact that her husband would be so far away for so long. "When did Robert get so fat?" Ned asked. Catelyn smiled and reply "Only when he isn't with a whore does he eat." The two laughed at the thought.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "It is Maester Luwin, he says its urgent." Says the guard knocking. "Let him in." Catelyn says. Maester Luwin hobbles into the room. "It's a note, from your sister my grace." He exclaims. Shook Catelyn takes the note. She read the note to herself then threw it into the hearth. "What did it say?" Ned pried. Catelyn's jaw flapped. "She says she fled Kings Landing to go back to the Vale. She says Jon Arryn wasn't took by the flu but murdered." She paused. "By the Lannister's." She said in a lower tone.
Ned stared at his wife. "She is a fresh widow, she doesn't know what she's speaking of." He responds.
Catelyn shook her head. "No, my sister knows what she is talking about. These words must not ever leave this room."
Maester Luwin agrees with Catelyn and together the three ponder the news they just heard.
Sitting on the edge of a cliff made Daenerys slightly uncomfortable, but she did so with her 'husband'. She hated her brother and was shocked by what she was going to live with. At her wedding, she sat atop a leather seat while gifts of snakes, books and weapons were given. However, the food was the worst. Cooked animals steamed over fire but flies surrounding the meat. Her husband sat next to her drinking his ale from the horn of some creature. Men had sex with women in the crowd. Many men fought over one women.
Right in front of her two men got in a fight over a whore, at first it was a fist fight. Punching and kicking. Causing their faces to cover in red. But soon swords were involved. The men clashed, slicing and swooping at each other. Either blocking or dodging the swings. One of the two failed to dodge a slice and his stomach opened, flowing with blood and his organs falling out. The victories Dothraki sliced the hair of the loser off and threw it to his king.
Viserys stared at the sight form the sidelines in shock. The host had come along as well. "There has to be at least three deaths at an Dothraki marriage or it is considered boring." He explained. Viserys nod.
Daenerys was horrified by what she saw, however someone approached her with a new gift. "History of Westeros for the new Khaleesi." The man claimed. He was older then Drogo, maybe in his late thirties. "Thank you, are you from Westeros?" Daenerys asked. The man nod, "Sir Jorah Mormont of bear island."
Daenerys smiles, And Jorah walks away.
Next a few men bring a box to Daenerys. 'What is it?' she wonders. The men open it and three colorful stones sit inside. "Dragon eggs from the shadow lands Daenerys, they are stone but shall stay beautiful forever." Her host says.
She stares at the eggs in admiration. "thank you." She says. The men bow and walk away. Daenerys takes one of the eggs. She looks upon it, looking at every detail till Drogo stands. She puts the egg away and follows Drogo, all the guests watch as she follows her husband. At the end Drogo shows her, a white as snow horse.
Jorah follows her and watches. "Jorah, I do not know how to say thank you in Dothraki." Daenerys admits. Jorah frowns. "There is no word for thank you in the Dothraki language." Drogo hoists Daenerys onto her horse and her climbs to his. Viserys strolls to Daenerys. "Make him happy." He says. His eyes narrow sharp on Daenerys.
Drogo takes the lead and the two gallops to a private cliff over looking the sunset. Daenerys gleams into the sun, she hopes there is some way out of this, she doesn't want to lose her youth yet, not with this savage.
Drogo walks to her and strokes her silver hair. Daenerys begins to tear. He moves his hand to her face and wipes the liquid away. "No." He says deep. "Can we not do this." Daenerys says frail. "No." Drogo says again. "Is no the only word you know?" Daenerys asks bitterly. Once more Drogo repeats "No."
He unstraps her dress. Daenerys begins to tear again. The dress slides off and herself is revealed. She covers herself with her hands but Drogo rebuke. He pulls her arms away and bends her over. What happens next makes Daenerys want to jump over the cliff.
Cersei and Jamie are no where to be seen at Winterfell. "Rough night?" askes Sandor Clegane. Or the hound as a nickname. "You can say." Tyrion responds. The two are putting on their boots. "Are you going on the hunt?' asks the hound. "Yes, best spear in Westeros." Tyrion beams with pride. "Its not hunting if you buy it." The hound snickers.
"Oh, fuck off." Tyrion sighs.
Over to the East of Winterfell, Bran is climbing. Up and up, step by step. He reaches the top of the tower and hears a noise. He shimmies to the right and peers through the gap, inside was the Lannister twins, Jamie and Cersei. Making love? Bran questioned himself. Cersei looked up and saw the boy. "JAMIE!" she squeals.
Jamie launch to his feet rapping a robe around himself. "Wait a minute." He grips Bran by the shoulder. "Like to climb?" He asks. Bran nods terrified of Jamie. "He saw us!" Cersei continues to wail. "Oh, shut up." Jamie yells. "how old are you boy?" He asks, "Ten." Bran blurts.
Jamie chuckles. "Ah the things I do for love." He says before he pushes Bran out the window.
Bran fell to the bottom of the tower and everything went black.