Game of Thrones: Deadly Alliances
Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Jon
Jon sighed as he slowly sat up in bed. His mind was still reeling from all the latest revelations, not only that, he had felt strange sensations as he lay, feeling like he was going to die, from Janos' attack. He had felt them again when he woke up, as if he had been reborn. Slowly, carefully, he pulled back the furs and stood up from the bed. This time, everything seemed fine.
When he had tried before the room spun and he had to lie down again. He had to take care however, he couldn't overexert himself or he'd reopen his wounds. So he took great care in getting dressed and then walked over to the window. Once there he looked at the courtyard below; at the activity from those present.
Despite Janos' protests, the alliance with the Free Folk had gone ahead and now, here they were. Thanks to them, the numbers of the Night's Watch, particularly those able to fight had tripled.
'Strength we will need in the coming days…It's hard to explain but, I feel it, great darkness is coming.' He thought to himself. 'I wonder, where is Ygritte right now?'
He tried to stop himself but too late, the moment his mind went to the fiery Wildling girl, it couldn't pull away.
He sighed. 'I wish she would return, no matter what oaths I swear, no matter how hard I try, I cannot stop thinking of her. She is; she said she had gone North of the Wall again. But why, what was she looking for? Has she found it?'
He shook his head and tried to turn his mind to other matters.
He pondered again the strange feelings he had felt when dying and upon his awakening.
'It was as if there was something inside me, something…ancient, trying to recover, trying to reawaken.' He thought to himself. 'Not only that…'
He turned his gaze towards Longclaw, reaching out to touch it again. After so long using it, Jon couldn't understand this. The sword suddenly felt foreign to him, as if it wasn't one he should be using.
He felt something else from it too. 'It's like it's hiding something, there's something within it, waiting for its chance to wake up. But that's…How can that be?'
None of this made any sense to Jon; he knew he would need to focus on something else. So he turned to the next mystery; his true parentage. He had been visited, while recovering, by Howland Reed, Lord of Greywater Watch and an old friend of Eddard Stark, the man Jon had believed for so long to be his father. Yet in truth, the man was in fact his uncle.
'In a way I was right, I am still half-Stark, but I am Lyanna Stark's son…and Rhaegar Targaryen.' He noted to himself. 'It's strange, despite what I said at first…I believe it, I just feel...'
It was knowing that which made everything else about his past make sense. He realized and admired Eddard Stark even more now, for putting so much at risk, even his wife's happiness, on the line to protect him.
Finally, deciding that standing around wasn't going to help with his other concerns. Jon turned and began to prepare himself; he had a duty to perform. He was the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch after all; now that he was able to walk without much pain, he had to carry out his duties. When he left the room he saw Sam approaching, his friend was clearly surprised.
"Jon, I didn't think, didn't think you'd be up already." He gasped.
Jon smiled. "Well, here I am. I'm Lord Commander, Sam. I can't stay in bed for too long. I'll be needed."
Sam nodded. "I…I understand. Well, everything is ready, for when you want to execute Janos Slynt. Also, five companies of men, sent from Winterfell have come to join us."
"Good, those will be the reinforcements Robb promised." Jon replied with a smile. "Any other word from them?"
Sam hesitated before finally explaining. "They're leaving Jon, they're readying their armies, they intend to renew the war."
Jon nodded slowly. He had received letters from Robb, detailing everything that had happened. He knew right away what was going on; Robb was going to the Iron Islands, the newly legitimized Gendry Baratheon would be heading to the Riverlands where the army there would aid him as allies, ready to begin staking his claim for the throne.
So, with Sam at his side, Jon headed out into the courtyard; pausing briefly to adjust to the cold, having been inside, in the warmth for so long. He then continued to walk; heading towards where the Northern reinforcements were. He stopped in front of them and began to address them.
"Welcome, I am glad to see you all. We welcome your aid in our time of need." He said; his tone was warm, appreciative; he even recognized some of the men from Winterfell. "Fanciful though it may seem, the letters I have sent about the enemy we face are true. We will need help, from all of you."
They all nodded and the one spoke up.
"We will not fail you, we understand the danger here." He remarked. "I know you are not the kind to lie, therefore word of the Others…the Wights, I believe it to be true."
Jon smiled. "Thank you; I ask that you make yourselves comfortable while here. We are still in preparations for battle. Also, I have an execution to see to, of a traitor."
They nodded grimly and went to join the others. Jon meanwhile, prepared himself as he waited for Janos to be brought out.
Soon enough the man was dragged out. He was bound, but still struggling.
"Release me right now, you have no right to do this!" He bellowed at the men dragging him.
They ignored him and soon forced him to his knees, in front of Jon.
Janos glared up at him. "You dare, boy, you have no authority to…"
Jon shook his head. "I am the Lord Commander, you tried to kill me, you are guilty of treason in that regard."
"Treason, me, I'm not the one forming an alliance with our sworn enemy!" Janos spat.
Jon continued however. "Our sworn enemy is still out there, waiting to attack us. This alliance is our only chance of survival. As for your crimes, the sentence has been decide, you will be beheaded for your crimes."
"You think you can get away with this, I have powerful friends at court, they will see you and whomever you use to kill me dead for this boy!" Janos bellowed.
Jon had heard enough. "You had friends at court, you are of the Night's Watch, which means you have no connection to your past anymore. As for someone else, no…I am of the North, he who passes the sentence, should swing the sword."
With that he drew Longclaw and Janos was forced down, onto the block.
"You cannot, I swear…!" Janos began, but was cut off as Jon swung Longclaw down.
The blade did its work, one cut, clean. The deed was done. As Janos' body was taken away, Jon sighed; he knew that, despite this, things were only just beginning.
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