The Brotherhood without Banners huddled together at the edge of the battlefield, Lady Stonehearth at their centre. They were waiting for Queen Daenerys to take notice of them. She was dispensing justice and honours to all those who had served her or betrayed her, and those who had aided in averting the invasion of the White Walkers. Stannis Baratheon was sentenced to join the Nights Watch, as was many of his men. Ser Davos Seaworth, who had come upon the new Queens ship as it foundered and had aided her, was allowed to keep his title of Lord, but his lands were greatly reduced. It was his word that had spared Stannis's life. Davos would lose the remainder of his left hand. The new Lord Stark, who called himself Bran, much to Lady Stonehearth's disgust, was rewarded for his aid to the Queen. It was he who had ordered his Lords to aid her, to guide her through the late winter snows, to feed her army and to fight beside her. He had inherited his "Fathers" titles of Lord of Winterfell, Lord Paramount and Warden of the North, as well as a new title- Lord Protector of The Crossing. The Twins, and all its incomes and lands came with the title. Daenerys obviously knew she could not hold the North without a Stark, and all passed "crimes" House Stark had committed against House Targaryen were forgiven when they had raised their banners in support of her claim.
The Brotherhood had journeyed north when news of the White Walkers attack, and the return of Daenerys Targaryen, had reached them. They had passed Riverrun, proudly flying the Tully colours once again. They had crossed over the ruins of The Twins- the North had remembered and let loose its fury on the Frey's. They had passed the rebuilt Winterfell, with the bones of the Boltons and Theon Greyjoy still displayed outside, the sigil of House Stark flying high. A pretender, Lady Stonehearth had said, a pretender sat in her children's place. She had named him- Jon Snow, she had said. None of her men wished to disagree with her, but many had heard that Jon Snow was still the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch- his men more loyal to him now than they were after he survived an assassination attempt, due to the fact that he had led several successful attacks against the Others, and slew a great number of their host with a sword that shone brighter than the sun and burned hotter than any fire.
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It was getting late; it was unlikely that the Queen would get to them. Lady Stonehearth had ordered The Brotherhood to set up camp, and while they slept, she pulled up her hood and moved towards Castle Black. Jon Snow would pay for usurping her children. She was nearing the stairs to the Lord Commanders chambers when a voice stopped her.
"Hodor," it said. "Hodor, Hodor, HODOR."
Lady Stonehearth turned to find the stable boy from Winterfell pointing at her.
"Hodor," Hodor said to someone off to his right, and a fat Maester in black came waddling up to him, closely followed by two youths in the colours and sigil of House Reed. Maester Samwell and Lord Reeds two children if she remembered. She lowered her hood, hoping her face would make them back away. The Maester looked like he wanted to faint.
"Hodor," Hodor whimpered. The Reeds bowed.
"Lady Stark," they said.
"Lady Stark is dead," she hissed.
"Ahem," the Maester said, "we went to your camp to find you. The Lord Commander, Lord Stark and his brother Rickon wish for you to join them on the other side of the wall."
Lady Stonehearth hissed at the use of the names, but she had no choice but to follow the quartet as it moved away from her and through a tunnel built into the wall itself, leaving her hood down. If Jon Snow was this way, then she had no choice but to follow and continue her plan. On the other side though, her plans were forgotten. Three people stood there, with three massive Direwolves circling them, while they spoke to a large, hairy, creature. A giant. The giant grunted, pointed at her and rumbled something in some guttural language. The three humans turned, and Lady Stonehearth felt her dead hearth give a jolt as she recognised them. There was Jon Snow, of course, but it was the youths beside him that gave her the most shock.
They had grown so much. They were men grown now. Bran looked more like Ned then she had ever thought possible. He stood tall and proud, Summer towering over him, bigger than any horse, bigger than any bear. She had heard that the Old Gods had healed him, but she hadn't believed it, as she had always thought Bran was dead. He didn't seem shocked to see her, as Jon and Rickon did. Instead, he smiled at her, a smile as bright and joyous as when he was a boy. She took no notice of those around her as she rushed forward and hugged him. Summer snarled and snapped, but Bran ordered him to stop.
"It's ok mother," Bran said. "We can go home now."
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