Game of Thrones: A Wolf Comes Home

Chapter 11 of my Game of Thrones story, new POV now, enjoy.

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Blorg13: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it, well, wait and see what happens.
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Boris Yeltsin: Yeah well, he's reminding her of her place basically, warning her not to overstep her bounds.
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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Jon

Jon Snow pulled his cloak around him as tight as he could as he huddled in the corner of his cell. Despite all his efforts in defending Castle Black from the Wildling attack, he had been imprisoned as a traitor. His attempts to explain his actions as being on orders from Qhorin Halfhand fell on deaf ears. Jon wasn't too surprised; he was guilty of many crimes against the Night's Watch, even if he had been acting on orders. He had killed the Halfhand, broken his oath, not only to the brotherhood but to himself for allowing himself to fall in love with Ygritte and to lie with her, several times.

'Ygritte; is she even still alive?' He found himself wondering, before he quickly shook his head. 'No, I shouldn't be thinking about her…'

He tensed as he heard the footsteps nearing; he could the people outside talking and realized they weren't coming for him. He relaxed slightly, but still had to stay huddled within his cloak.

"Those that survived the onslaught at the Fist of the First Men and those murderous traitors at Craster's Keep have finally made it back, all the ones that survived for certain." One of them stated to his colleague.

The other grunted and replied. "Aye, seems things are worse than we thought, bad enough the Halfhand is dead, but for the Old Bear to be killed too."

Their footsteps died as they walked away, but it didn't matter, Jon had heard their words and remained frozen in shock.

He could scarcely believe what he had heard.

'Lord Commander Mormont; he's dead, but how…' His mind raced; confusion and despair being his most prevalent thoughts. 'They didn't say who else died and we've lost so many men…If things get worse, how are we supposed to defend ourselves.'

He feared greatly that those who remained were too inexperienced or did not believe that the threat to the Night's Watch was as serious as it actually was. He wondered who was in charge of the Night's Watch now that Mormont was dead. While it had been Alliser Throne and his newest close comrade, Janos Slynt that had ensured Jon's imprisonment, neither of them claimed any of the authority of Lord Commander. He growled; feeling immensely frustrated, being stuck in this cell meant he was cut off and unable to find out exactly what was going on. He had to rely on what precious snippets of information he could overhear from those passing his cell. He didn't even know what was to become of him either, no one had actually spoken to him and nobody visited his cell. Hence he was taken by surprise when he heard footsteps again which stopped, directly in front of his cell and then, with creaking, protesting hinges, the door opened. Jon looked up as one of the Black Brother's entered.

"You have a visitor, make it quick." He growled before stepped back out.

Jon watched amazed and then relieved, as Sam stepped into the cell.

Jon staggered to his feet in stunned disbelief, amazed at the fact that his friend survived.

"Sam?" He gasped.

Sam nodded, smiling weakly. "Yes, it's me, still alive."

Jon shook his head, managing a laugh. "I thought; when I heard about how so many had died that…"

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." Sam replied jokingly.

Jon smiled at that but then sighed, becoming serious again. "What's been going on; I've only been able to hear bits and pieces from those who pass the cell?"

Sam suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Jon, I…This isn't really; I know you're not gonna like this but, well…"

"What is it, what's been going on, I only just heard of Commander Mormont's death, is there a new Lord Commander, what's going to happen to me, why have I not been given a chance to explain what really happened?"

Sam bit his lip at Jon's outburst and shook his head. "There's no new Lord Commander yet, they're still voting. But Jon you…You're to go on trial as a turncloak and oath-breaker."

The words froze Jon colder than the ice surrounding him.

Sam shook his head. "I know, I could hardly believe it myself; but apparently they're going to bring you up for trial tomorrow; out in the courtyard in front of all the others."

Jon glared at that.

"Throne's doing no doubt." He remarked.

Sam nodded in confirmation.

Jon turned away, still trying to take it all in, he could scarcely believe everything he was hearing. He growled; he might have guessed that Thorne would come up with something like this. What better way to make him suffer than by staging a trial in front of a large audience.

"Who will be judging me at the trial?" He asked; he needed to know as much as he could.

Sam shook his head sadly however. "I'm sorry Jon, I don't know, all I know is there are going to be four judges and, in the event of a deadlock, they'll bring a fifth judge in, from those who see the trial, able to offer and outside view."

Jon cursed and kicked a loose chunk of ice on the ground. "I should have guessed, when I was imprisoned they said it was for being a turncloak and oath-breaker anyway."

"They say you are being charged with murdering the Halfhand and…and for joining the Wildlings." Sam remarked. "But, those were orders you were given, I…"

Jon shook his head. "I told them that already; they didn't listen."

Sam seemed desperate as he replied. "Bring it up during the trial; they'll have to listen to you there."

"Maybe." Jon replied. "But you're hiding something Sam, I can tell, what is it?"

Sam groaned; clearly this was what he meant about Jon not liking what he was about to say, whatever this was, it sounded bad.

Shaking his head Sam finally gave in and revealed. "Throne and Janos Slynt plan on charging you with being responsible for Lord Commander Mormont's death. They're acting as if it was a Wildling attack that killed him and the others at the Fist of the First Men, not the White Walkers."

Jon growled. "What, but that's absurd, how can they…?!"

"I know Jon; but they're claiming that Wildlings were responsible for the deaths and you led them there and told them about everyone being there and the weak points of the camp."

Jon slumped down in the corner again; shaking his head. Sam however walked over and spoke as reassuringly as he could.

"Listen, Jon, there are people I can talk to, convince them to listen to reason. They'll be able to help you." He said. "If I can get their support, this will work out okay for you, I promise."

Jon simply nodded; not replying. Sam sighed and finally left the cell, leaving Jon alone again. He groaned, wondering how things could possibly get any worse.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.