Bran
Jon was looking over him, and he sat himself up. He looked so different since he had last seen him before he fell from the tower.
He smiled a little saying his name "Jon."
"Bran." He answered back.
Jon bent down to his level on the bed, and they hugged each other. "I've missed you." He said more into his cloak, as it took up some of his face while he hugged.
"I've missed you too... I'm sorry for what happened to your legs." He said kindly.
They let go of each other and he said "I've learned to be okay with it."
Meera suddenly came in, and he smiled seeing her too. "Meera, have you met Jon yet?"
"We have... we had some disagreements, but..." Jon trailed off.
"What kind of disagreements?" He asked curious as to what happened.
"Your brother was more than a little upset when I told him we took you to the Three Eyed Raven instead of him." Meera said.
He started to see things from Jon's point of view. It probably would have aggravated him too had he been at the Wall, and it was Jon going north.
"I'm sorry, but I had to. I had to find the Three Eyed Raven. I've been having visions ever since the day I fell out of the tower." He tried telling him.
"What is this 'Three Eyed Raven' I keep hearing about? What is all of that supposed to even mean?" Jon asked confused.
"We went up north to find him, and he taught me how to see visions in the past. Or at least tried to. But the Night King came... and he killed him. And Summer, and the Children. We wouldn't have been able to escape if Hodor hadn't stayed behind."
Saying all of that to him made him think about how crazy he must've sounded. If he were someone else, he definitely wouldn't have believed him had he not seen it for himself. However, Jon took a moment before speaking.
"You saw the Night King...?" Jon said.
He nodded. "So what did you achieve in doing all of this?"
He was surprised he was so quick to believe him all of sudden simply because of the Night King. But through his vision of a Wildling camp, he saw Jon fighting them there. And the Night King stared at him.
"The Three Eyed Raven was a man... we met, and now I've been seeing visions of my father's past... and of your past." He told him.
"Mine? What's so important about me?" Jon asked.
Was now even the time to tell him? Their father had never even told him who his mother was, and that he wasn't even his father at all...
"Meera, could you leave us alone for a little while?" He asked her.
She nodded and stepped outside. "Jon... you're not who you think you are..."
"Well if that's not the most cryptic thing I've ever heard..." Jon said with a light smile
"I saw a vision into the past when father was at the Tower of Joy. He went to rescue his sister Lyanna. She was dying by the time father could get there... she had a baby... named Veinys." He told him.
"She had a baby? Than where's our cousin?" Jon asked a little concerned for how exactly that had happened.
"He's closer than you think... Jon. It's you."
"Bran, that's not funny."
"I'm serious, Ned isn't your father, it's Rhaegar Targaryen. Lyanna thought if King Robert knew, he'd have you killed like all the other Targaryens. So my father... pretended you were his bastard..." He told him seriously.
"Aye, and what's that supposed to mean? I'm a bastard to someone else instead? My father's not my father, and instead I was born because Rhaegar decided to rape my mother in that tower!?" He asked barely able to keep up.
"I don't know what it means. Maybe it wasn't supposed to mean anything, but the Three Eyed Raven didn't want me to see it for some reason. I just... thought you should know why father never told you. He never told me either, and with the way mother used to hate you, he couldn't have told her too. The only other person who was there and is still alive was Howland Reed. Maybe you should ask him..."
Jon took a deep breath and looked like he started thinking about it all. It was a shock for him to learn, he could only imagine how it was for his cousin to learn he's not brother.
"So that's it... Lyanna was my mother, and he never told me because I'm a bastard Targaryen."
"You might not even be a bastard anymore for all I know. I've only seen so many visions, and I can't always control them. But I can keep trying to find out for you..."
"How? Do you just... sleep and dream of it? Or..."
"It's like warging... have you ever heard of that?" He doubted he had, but it was possible.
"Yes, when I was in a camp with the free folk, they had a man who warged an eagle. Well... however you do it, don't overwork yourself. I'll see if I can get Lord Reed to come visit us here in Castle Black." Jon said. He then stood up about to leave.
"And also, Howland Reed is Meera's father. I'm sure he'd be grateful to see her again." He added.
Jon gave a small chuckle, and said "There's so much you have to catch me up on with what you've been doing."
He then left him alone in the room. Things were quiet, and now seemed like an okay time to try and look into a vision. He laid his head back on his pillow and waited. He then began hearing the sounds of a blizzard blowing. And then, he saw the Night King. He jumped back, but this time he didn't see him. He was looking toward the damaged part of the Wall. It was scary, that meant he knew when it broke. He then looked at his hand, and he was holding a strange horn shaped object. That only made him more curious as to what it was, but he wasn't daring get any closer to him in risk of the Night King seeing him.
Finally, things started changing around him. Things went dark for a while, and then he was in a forest. He saw Lyanna, and who must've been Rhaegar. They were each other's hands and looking into their eyes.
"I don't want to marry Robert... but I have to. It's my duty." She Said.
"Then don't marry him. Come with me, we can run away together. You shouldn't have to be forced into marriage." Rhaegar told her.
"I can't. I wish I could, but he would come after us. And I wouldn't want him to hurt you..." She cried a little as she said it.
"Him hurting you is more important than him hurting me. And besides... I won't let him. I would start a war before I let him hurt you... I love you Lyanna. Please, come with me." Rhaegar said.
"Rhaegar..." She trailed off.
Rhaegar took her face into his hands and kissed her.
Jon
Once he left Bran inside, the gates of Castle Black began to open, and Tormund came in with Ygritte and some other free folk. And lots of them were carrying wood and nails either on horses, or in backpacks when no horses could be found. He smiled a little seeing them there. Ygritte dismounted from her horse and then came up to him and kissed him. He gave her the same, and hugged her.
"You scared me back there at the camp. I thought you might not have been alive by the time we got here." She said.
"Don't worry about me. We'll need to keep our heads held high when the Walkers come. We were lucky enough to have gotten here before they did, but I only worry what other parts of the Wall may have broken off that we just couldn't see."
"I can tell Tormund to take some of our people and have them patrol the Wall."
"That would be preferable. We might have enough people now to man the whole wall, assuming the Vale comes to our aid."
They looked into each others eyes, but were interrupted when Edd shouted from the catwalk "Jon! Letter for you from Winterfell!"
He turned his head toward Edd, and then said "I suppose a king's work is never finished hmm?"
Ygritte smiled a little. "Come find me when you're finished with your crow's business, and then we'll see about your crow's pecker." She said suggestively.
The pun was so awful he could feel his face about to cringe, but he made sure not to show it. And he had serious responsibilities here, so he kept his more professional look. Ygritte walked back to Tormund, and he walked up the stairs to the catwalk.
"What's this letter?" He asked Edd when he got there.
"I haven't read it, I figured it'd be best for you to see yourself." Edd told him.
He handed him the letter, and he took it and broke the seal off of it. He looked at the words written down and read them out loud.
"To Jon Snow, King of the North. During the preparations for your departure, everyone including myself had lunch not long after you had left. However in our wine, Petyr Baelish slipped nightshade..." He trailed off barely able to speak anymore.
Edd looked at him suspiciously, and he gave Edd the letter, unable to read it anymore.
"By the time we all woke up, Sansa Stark had been kidnapped and taken back to the Eyrie, along with the knights of the Vale. Should the Wall no longer be in danger, we request your immediate presence back in Winterfell, to restore order and plan our next move. Signed Ser Davos, of House Seaworth." Edd finished.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I should've never left Sansa at Winterfell all on her own with only a few Manderly and Glover soldiers to guard her. I thought the White Walkers would come for sure, but instead I traded my sister for a brother." He said quietly.
"Then we'll get her back." Edd assured him.
"Edd, do you know how many soldiers the Vale has? Ten thousand. We only won the battle against the Boltons because they were on our side." He informed him.
Edd went quiet for a moment and said "Then you'll need to get more."
"Where can I find more? I've gotten every house in the North, but it's still not enough."
"I don't know..." Edd trailed off.
He sighed, but then Edd said again "But I know you can't focus on both. If you do manage to get an army, and you do manage to save your sister... what if the White Walkers come? They've killed nearly every living person beyond the Wall, which means we have to be next. Maybe you will have enough time to save your sister and come back, but we won't have an army if they decide to attack sooner rather than later."
"I have to save Sansa. She's my family." He told him.
"Grenn told me before about how him, Pyp, and Sam all went after you when you wanted to leave the Night's Watch. You wanted to go join your brother Robb, and fight in the war... he died anyway, and you chose to stay at here at Castle Black. And Maester Aemon would go on and on to Sam about choosing love before duty. If you want to go, I won't try to stop you like they did. But if the White Walkers come and break down that Wall... will there even be a world for you and Sansa to live in? For you and Ygritte? For any of us?"
Listening to him, he had a point. And he'd have to consider it...
Tyrion
Sitting in his cabin, he was reading a book about the dragons of Valyria. It wasn't the first time he had read that book, but now he was just reading it to see how many facts they got wrong since he'd seen Viserion and Rhaegal. Up on the top deck, he heard someone shout "Land ahoy!"
He put down the book and began walking up the stairs to the top deck. To his amazement, they were nearly there. Westeros was visible. Most of the ships began dropping anchors since there weren't enough docks in all of the North to handle all of their ships. He got a small shiver down him. It was definitely colder than he remembered, and there was even snow falling onto the water, and plenty on land. He looked at the Unsullied soldiers, and they didn't care how cold it was.
"How you handle such whether, I shall never know."
Even the Dothraki weren't wearing warm clothing. He walked up another set of stairs and saw Daenerys wearing a cloak now, but still not the warmest clothing. He figured perhaps it had something to do with her Targaryen blood, and resistance to heat. Missandei was there too, but in furs, and wearing a cloak. Much warmer than what she was wearing.
"Well, this is it. This is Westeros... is it all that you were expecting?" He asked.
"I've been learning about the Iron Throne all my life. I had considered the North would be... different, to say the least." Daenerys replied.
"My visit here wasn't all that great either. How the Starks handle such whether is unfathomable... doesn't seem to bother you however."
Their ship finally anchored, and the Unsullied began lowering down the dinghies. Daenerys went to one of the dinghies, and got on. He climbed on to the railing and got on with her. Missandei soon followed and an Unsullied lowered it.
"So, who wants to row?" He asked.
Daenerys and Missandei looked at him, and he quickly figured out the answer.
"Of course. Make the dwarf row." He joked.
"Your stature has not stopped you so far. Unless you wish to admit rowing a boat is too difficult a task compared to killing men." Daenerys told him.
He smirked a little, and then rowed the boat.
After a while, the dinghy rowed on to shore and everyone got off. There were no horses they could bring, so most of their traveling would be on foot. He heard Drogon making some noise, and looked up. He began flying down to the shore and rested. They had been flying a long time, so that was to be expected. And now their next task, was to meet the King in the North. He'd barely remembered how old he was now. Nineteen? He thought. He was quite young to be named King of the North, but so was Robb Stark.
"Winterfell should be just west of here. If we go along a straight path, we'll be there quite quickly."
"Than we should not waste time." Daenerys said.
He began following her, and the other Unsullied soldiers started catching up and following along as well.
Cersei
She was sitting on the Iron Throne for the moment. She was now in a position to take revenge on everyone who had ever hurt her. And Sansa's name immediately came to mind. She had killed the Sparrow for Tommen, and now she needed Sansa for Joffrey.
"Maester Qyburn." She said.
He lowered his head and asked "Yes, your grace?"
"Where did my brother Jaime go?" She asked him.
"I'm afraid he is against your rule, your grace. He fled to casterly rock with the army he had at Riverrun, and is claiming to be the heir to the Iron Throne." He told her.
Inside, she felt betrayed. She wanted to hate him, but she could not force herself to. But she would not let him take the throne. He didn't earn it, and he doesn't deserve it.
"And what of Sansa Stark?" She asked.
"Pardon me your grace?" Qyburn asked a little surprised.
"Petyr Baelish came to me before the faith of the seven took over. He informed me of House Bolton withholding Sansa Stark. And that the Bolton bastard married himself to her. Where is she now?" She asked him.
"I am afraid she is no longer there your grace. My little birds tell me that Lord Baelish has taken her to the Eyrie, and the Winterfell is no longer in Bolton control." He said softly.
"Who has it then?" She asked coldly.
"Jon Snow, the bastard son of Ned Stark. He killed Ramsay Bolton and took the castle for himself."
"How many people still fight for the Starks?" She asked him.
"Our estimates are around two to three thousand, your grace. He suffered losses attacking House Bolton. Lord Baelish declared for House Stark, but this was recently, and he has no soldiers stationed at Winterfell." He informed her.
She felt anger toward the bastard, and said "Send four thousand of our Lannister soldiers to Winterfell. Take the castle from that bastard, and assign a commander fit for the siege."
"Are you sure your grace?" Qyburn asked quietly.
"I have given you a command, so make it happen." She told him harshly.
He bowed his head and walked to another part of the Red Keep.
Samwell
"And that's all for today Tarly. Study those books, and I'm sure you will... and memorize the names of those muscles." Maester Elwyn told him.
"Of course Maester Elwyn." He assured him.
He picked up his papers and put them into his notebook. He then left Maester Elwyn's class. He walked back to the Citadel entrance since all his classes had been settled for the day. He opened the door and walked down the steps leading to it. He began walking to the inn he'd picked out. It was quite close to the Citadel so if Gilly ever needed anything, he was close by. He entered the inn and went to their room. Upon opening the door, he discovered that Gilly wasn't there, and neither was little Sam. That seemed a little unusual, but maybe she was in the bathroom, or out getting something to eat.
He knocked on the bathroom door and asked "Gilly? Are you in there?"
No one answered but he wasn't all to concerned Until he turned around and saw Heartsbane was gone from the display rack he left it on.
He got down on to the floor and reached underneath the bed and pulled out his sword taken from the Night's watch, just in case. He walked back out to the living room of the inn, and went to the owner. She was kind enough to have given them the room, and listened to their story of how they ended up there.
"Mary, have you seen Gilly?" He asked.
"No, I'm afraid. She hasn't come in at all today." Mary answered.
"Right... thanks anyway, I've got to go." He said quickly.
He turned around and began leaving the inn. The tailor's. She has to be there, maybe they had her work late... or maybe she stopped somewhere to go shopping... please let her have just been shopping. He thought to himself.
He was in quite a state of panic and needed to know that she was okay. But she had no reason to take Heartsbane, so that was worrying him the most. He ran as quickly as he could bumping into people ever so often, and then got to the tailor's store. He ran in and saw the person manning the front was knocked unconscious. Now he knew something wasn't right. Suddenly he heard Gilly scream. He immediately drew his sword and began running in, but suddenly he was on the floor and felt a bleeding wound on his nose.
He looked around him and saw his father who had struck him, his brother who stood beside him with Heartsbane at the ready, and Gilly holding baby Sam.
"Sam!" He heard Gilly shout.
"Be quiet. You're already lucky I don't kill you because of your child." Randyll told her.
He raised his sword up to him to try and stab him, but Randyll stomped his foot on his hand, causing him to stop.
"Do you understand what you've done to my family? Do you!?" Randyll shouted.
"Heartsbane was mine to begin with! You forced me to go to the Night's Watch because you said you'd kill me otherwise!" He shouted.
"Because Heartsbane belongs to a real man. Because House Tarly deserves to be ruled by a real man. Not. You." Randyll spat back with anger.
He looked at him, as suddenly he didn't seem to care anymore. "I let you live, I let you join the Night's Watch and I would've let your Wildling bitch stay too had you not taken it and left. No... I failed you. I failed in raising you to be a true man... and now I have to pay the price."
Randyll looked to his brother and said "Dickon... kill him."
"Wait... what!?" Dickon yelled.
"I gave him his chance, it's over now. Kill him yourself and prove to be a strong lord as you should be. Either that, or I will. And then I'll show you what it takes to be a real man." Randyll told him.
Dickon looked down at him. "Dickon, w-"
"You will not speak. I won't have you clouding my son's mind!" He interrupted him.
"No! Don't hurt him! We'll do whatever you want. We'll let you keep the sword, you'll never have to hear from us again!" Gilly pleaded for him.
"Now Dickon!" Randyll shouted.
He saw his brother standing over him with the sword pointed toward him. His brother raised it suddenly, and he shut his eyes in shock of what was about to happen, and then felt nothing.
Author's note: So, a lot happened this chapter. There was some backstory to Rhaegar Targaryen, and Lyanna Stark's relationship. Bran still doesn't know if Jon is a bastard, but it was most likely not kidnapping. (provided the vision I wrote) There's some setup to a Lannister and Targaryen conflict with Cersei sending Lannisters to attack Winterfell, and Daenerys going to meet Jon there. But she doesn't know he left of course. The Night King knows about the Wall getting a piece broken off, and some book readers may realize what he was holding.
Now for the elephant in the room. Samwell's fate. I would rather not go into great detail about that, but that is not the last we'll be seeing of Gilly and little Sam just because Samwell can't be a POV. There will be tying up loose ends involving Randyll and Dickon which will need explaining. So, I won't talk about it in pm's or author's notes until I release the next chapter.
Thank you everyone for all the support and constructive criticism in the story. (Although there's hardly any criticism) I am updating this story a little late, but quality over quantity.
I hope you enjoyed Chapter 14. (Apologies for no Sansa this chapter since her story is getting really interesting, expect her in the next one.)