Hey everyone! This is my first Game of Thrones Fanfiction and I have been debating on posting this for a while. Hope you all like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or any of the characters, except Veerlyn and SÓŻndor.
There was once seven, now I stand alone.
When I was younger, I would compare us to those of the Seven in the southern religion. Robb was always the Father in my eyes, he believed in justice to all those who have done wrong. I would have never thought that he would die for trying to obtain it. The Mother was Sansa, I still am ashamed that I could not save her from her hell, but because of it, she became an amazing woman and a merciful Queen. My Arya had the Warrior running in her veins, she thrived on the battlefield until the day she died. Thanks to the three-eyed raven, I knew that Bran was the Crone. He held the wisdom of a hundred men and help the kingdoms keep peace in the later years. Then there was Rickon who represented the Maiden, the sweet child, he was barely a man when he was taken from us. The Stranger and all his mystery was my twin, Jon. I would joke that even I didn't know him at times. I miss my brother with everything I have. I am the Smith for I have rebuilt the kingdoms from there war tainted past. As I sit on this cold throne of iron, my thoughts go back to my family, and I pray by the gods old and new that my time will end soon.