Title: Synchronicity

Spoilers: Westworld season 1 and Game of Thrones in general

Characters: too many characters to fit into this story so basically I will pick up what I think should be the main characters for this fanfic.

Author's notes: George RR Martin pitched this idea of crossover to Jonathan Nolan and Lisa Joy, the executive producers of WestWorld. Well, I loved the idea. So this is my attempt on it. I'm a slow writer. If you like it, you can review of course but if want to keep track of this fanfic, you should put it on your list as well.

Prologue

The light was white, cold, sparking the lifeless room with those grey concrete walls, sterile and uncomfortable: there was only some lab equipment and a central counter where a body was laying down.

Two men were looking at the body and then they looked at each other, slightly excited, somewhat nervous, fairly fearful: a new host for a new world, the world of Westeros.

"Time to test, Bernard: let's see if we got this."

They glared at each other before they focused their attention on that host once again: everything was relying on that particular host.

"Wake up…"

The host opened its eyes and as serene as it could be possibly be, it got up and looked at both Bernand and Robert.

"What's your name?"

"Jon…" – it took a bit before revealing its full name. – "Jon Snow."

"Do you know where you are?"

"I'm in a dream.

"Yes Jon, you're in a dream of thousands, millions actually."

"tell me Jon, what is that you aspire to?

"I'm the Lord Commander of Night's Watch." – Jon promptly replied. – "I'm sworn brother and I've taken my vows to protect the realms of men. I shall take no wife, hold no lands…

"And yet you will…" – Robert Ford interrupted him. – "Stop."

Jon Snow, the host, freezed immediately at Robert's command. Robert stared at Jon and smiled. – "I remember as boy, reading the books a song of ice and fire, the perils of Jon Snow's adventure from a bastard boy to a King." – Robert shifted his look to Bernard. – "Did you read the books?"

"No Sir, I haven't. My reading was something else entirely." – Bernard affirmation came out almost as an apology.

"You couldn't help but to feel sympathy for that man. There were some catchphrases about him like Lord Snow or Ned's bastard but there was that phrase everybody knew: You know nothing, Jon Snow."

Robert focused his attention again on Jon. – "Jon…wake up."

The whisper made Jon turned back online and looked back at Robert.

"Your job is not to fight the White Walkers but is to make sure our guests follow you to Hardhome where they're going to slash some wights and maybe fucking some wildings but what I really want Jon is you to help our guests to find the subtleties, the details, to discover the little things they think no one else has found. Help them to fell in love. Show them the glimpse of what they could be. Do you understand, Jon?"

"No, I don't think I understand." – Jon replied, quickly.

Robert smiled. – "Then it is true: You know nothing."

"Sir..." – Bernard interrupted Robert. – "I'm going to do a check up on a host on Westworld. It seemed to show a cognitive dissonance. I'm going now…care to join me?"

"I'll stay just a bit longer." – Robert answered swiftly while still looking at Jon.

"See you then." - Bernard turned around and slowly walked away from the room.

There they were all alone. - "This is a boy's wish come true, Jon. A gift to myself."

"A gift?" – Jon leaned slightly his head.

"Rest Jon." – Jon froze again at Robert's command. – "Tomorrow the Westeros' World becomes alive. Tomorrow will be your first loop, the first of many, I hope." - Robert leaned a bit, towards Jon and whispered. - "You know nothing Jon Snow…but you will."

To be continued..