Ned Stark was an honorable man.
At least, that's what Jon thought. He was his bastard, after all. And he made every attempt to stay in the shadows, watching his half brothers and sisters thrive around him. The only friend he seemed to have was his dire wolf, Ghost.
He talked to Ghost on occasion.
"What if I joined the Night's Watch?" Jon pondered aloud. The wolf lifted his head. Barely a year after finding him in the forest, he had grown considerably.
At times, he felt like Ghost understood him.
"There's no other place for me in this world. Robb is the rightful heir, and I'm nothing. We share the same age, we were raised the same, but he is blood."
"You should join the Night's Watch," a voice appeared, and Jon thought he was going mad. Ghost let out a small whimper, and he figured he just imagined it. With a chuckle, Jon pat the wolf's head.
"Maybe I will. That sounds like the way to go. Hell, if murderers can find their place, so can a bastard like me."
"I'm going to lose an ear later."
Now Jon was really confused. The wolf still gave that innocent look. Jon lay in the grass, staring at the sky above. Maybe this was happening. Maybe he was crazy.
"What makes you say that?" he jested, almost laughing at his own mediocrity.
"The Night King is coming. Many will die."
Jon didn't blink. He didn't have to tell anyone about this, right?
"The Night King?"
"I'm hungry. Feed me."
Jon knew it was silly to think he would get a response.
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A/N: short drabble to let you know I'm still alive. I seriously never watched Game of Thrones until three weeks ago. Burned through the entire series, no lie. Now I'm having withdraws because it's over. I feel like the show abandoned me. Lol.
Breaking Even is still in the works!