The wall:

The Wall, it was said to be the tallest construction ever built by mankind, made of Ice and magic centuries ago, guarded by an elite force to protect the realm of men from the others and from the wildlings, at least in theory. Now the ancient order was but a shadow of itself. The night king was defeated nearly three years ago and the good relations between the Free Folk and the lord commander gave little space for the brothers of the nights watch to do something else than making sure the stew and the hale were ready for the evening.

Looking through the horizon, was the brooding figure of the lord commander Jon Snow. Brooding was second nature for him, spending most of his days either with Tormund and the wildlings or atop the Wall.

More than two years and a half had passed, but the look of fear and sadness on her face that day was still haunting him, days and night. After questioning himself if he did the right thing came the anger of being sent to the wall, as if losing the only person on this earth that truly loved him wasn't enough. His anger first went toward Sansa for letting him rot at Castleblack, then towards Tyrion for giving the idea, then finally toward's Bran, for not doing anything. And then after the anger, came the pain. Unbearable pain. The pain of losing his lover, his honor and his family.

"What would you have done father ?" Looking toward the sky, Jon's question was left unanswered as a young brother of the watch rushed towards him.

"Lord Commander !" He stopped just in front of his superior, out of breath holding and small folded paper. "A raven my lord, from the King"

"Thank you Harry, you can go." Taking his leave, the boy was struggling to catch his breath, Jon shouted back to him: "And next time no need to run, we have all the time in the world..."

'Ah those new recruits' he thought 'always trying to show off...'

Unfolding the little piece of parchment Jon was wondering what could possibly make the King write to him personally. The very few letters he received were from either Tyrion sending him more recruits (as if they were needed) or from Sansa asking how he was doing, as well as sending him more recruits. But from Bran himself, no never. At the sight of the words, Jon's eyes widened. As the lift system of the castle was descending he had to read the message again and again to believe it. As he entered the great hall of the Castle black, Jon's eyes laid upon his squire who was playing some card game with his mates.

"Harry? ", he asked, "I need you to go to the camp and inform Tormund Giantsbane that I will be leaving for the capital in the morning at the king's personal request. While I am gone, he is in charge."

"At your command my Lord" he replied, standing up and heading towards the stable to get a horse and head north of the wall.

"Lord Commander, should I send a raven to white harbor telling them to have a boat ready for you?" The request came from an old man in black robes sitting behind Jon and the Lord's table. The body of the new Maester sent by the citadel was in a sorry state, but his mind was still razor sharp and always thinking faster than everyone else.

"Good idea Maester Pyt" he nodded, "send one to the king as well, tell him that the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch is on his way."

"What about Winterfell? Should I send one to her grace for you to stop by for the night ?"

A hint of a smile appeared on Jon's lips, thinking about his sister and the place he used to call home brought back good memories. But he soon realized that the Three-Eyed Raven was expecting him shortly and that Queen Sansa would most probably also be there.

"No Maester, the sooner I'll be in the capital, the better"

"As you command" he answered before taking his leave to send the various ravens.

Jon soon imitated him and went back to his chamber. Taking Bran's message, he throws it into the fire warming the room. 'Bran I hope you are wrong' he thought to himself, knowing perfectly that it wasn't possible for Bran the Broken to be wrong...

King's Landing:

'How beautiful this is', Tyrion thought, looking down at the newly rebuilt city of King's Landing from the window of the small council room. It was hard to believe that nearly three years ago, the city was all but ashes. The carbonized building were now replaced by new ones, full of life, full of people happy to be alive after the Mad Queen's short reign. Nothing remained from those times of horror but myths and stories about the Dothraki screamers and their unsullied allies that, after saving the world during The Long Night, turned on the people of Westeros, or about the fallen northern king exiled to the wall after killing the dragon queen.

"I can't believe what I just heard" said Ser Davos, bringing Tyrion back to reality, "what are we going to do about it? She is obviously going to try to retake what she considers to be hers by right..."

"We will decide on a common action with the other lords of the small council and with the Queen in the North when they arrive." Tyrion answered with a dark look in his eyes only reserved for times of darkness.

Before Davos could answer him, Podrick bursted into the room and without more formality delivered his message "Sansa Stark is here my lords."

Tyrion looked at Davos before following Podrick "then let's not make the Queen wait".

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So this is it, the first chapter and I hope not the last. Don't forget to write a review and tell what you think. Also please be indulgent, English isn't my first language and it's the very first story I write.