Of Wolves and Northern Dragons
Chapter 1
Robb Stark
Robb couldn't believe this was happening. He stared blankly ahead as Jon pulled him further into the woods. His wife was dead. He had watched in horror as one of Walder Frey's sons stabbed her multiple times in the stomach. After taking a crossbow bolt to the shoulder, he had fallen down next to her. Tears welled in his eyes as he saw the glassy blank look in hers. His sweet Talisa and their child both dead, because of the Frey and Bolton turncoats.
"Robb we must keep moving." Jon said to him in a hoarse whisper. Jon was one of the men not allowed inside the keep, mostly at his mother's insistence. Her hatred for the bastard as she continued to call him may have been what saved his own life. "Robb there are horses we managed to steal nearby but we must get to them." Jon explained as he continued to pull Robb further on. How had it come to this he wondered to himself.
The doors to the great hall had burst open with Jon and his men coming in and unleashing a hail of arrows of their own. One had felled Roose Bolton, another had embedded itself in Walder Frey's side. He was sure the man would survive. FIghting broke out after this as Jon readied his sword with a mighty shout.
"Defend your King!" He bellowed before swinging his sword and cutting down the closest Frey men. Upon reaching Robb he had bent down and thrown his arm around his shoulder lifting him up and making his way to the exit.
"Mother!" Robb yelled looking to his mother still standing there with a blank look on her face. She watched as Jon led Robb to the exit. Robb had even heard Jon call out to her trying to get her to follow. Still though she just stood and looked at the two of them. "Mother please." He had yelled again, as yet another Frey approached her from behind.
"Robb stand up." Jon shouted as he grabbed his bow, nocking an arrow and letting it fly. "Lady Catelyn we must leave now." Jon yelled before grabbing his brother again and making his way out the hall.
Once they arrived at the horses, Jon had quickly helped Robb mount his. They made a hasty retreat. Only one hundred in their company. Wyman Manderly had his head wrapped, while Smalljon Umber struggled with his arm in a sling. Dacey Mormont rode with her mother Maege sitting in front of her. The poor woman barely hanging on as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Rickard Karstark simply rides forward looking blankly ahead, Much like his king.
It had taken the better part of ten days to ride from the Twins across the neck and into the territory of the North. They had been engaged twice along the way, losing fifteen more men to the fighting. As they made their way through the Neck however they had to slow down because of the treacherous nature of the swampy terrain. Ghost and Greywind led the procession finding the safest ways for them to travel. Finally, as the sun was setting on their eleventh day of travel they began to make their camp. Once a fire was lit and tents were set up small conversations started with Robb not paying any attention to any of them.
"We have lost this war." Wyman said shaking his head. "Most of our forces were killed or captured by the turn cloaks at the Twins." He stated angrily as he stood up.
"What would you suggest we do then Lord Manderly?" Jon asked looking at the large lord, before turning to look at Robb. "What would you suggest we do your Grace?"
"Aye your Grace whatever shall we do?" Wyman snarled turning angrily towards Robb. "How do you suggest we fix this your Grace?" The fat lord finished spitting at Robb's feet. Everyone around the fire tensed at the action, as Jon stood and faced the lord.
"You forget yourself my Lord. That is still your King and liege lord in front of you." Jon said as his hand came to rest on the hilt of his sword.
"I remember myself quite clearly Bastard." Wyman countered before pointing at Robb. "The Young Wolf we called you. Should've been the Horny Wolf." He yelled taking a breath before continuing. "My sons are either dead or prisoners of the damnable Frey's because you found a pretty girl to stick your prick in, instead of honoring your agreement to marry one of Walder's daughters. You had to know that prickly old carcass of a Lord would not let that slight go unpunished." Wyman said raising his voice as he grabbed Robb and lifted him to his feet. "So tell me my King, how are we going to recover from this?" He shoved Robb who looked up at him, a spark of life finally lighting in his eyes.
"Enough of this Wyman, I'll not have you antagonizing Ned's boy on my land." A quiet yet rough voice called out. Several lanterns appearing around the encamped northerners.
"To arms." Jon called as he and several others drew their weapons out. Jon looked as several boats landed and men with shields and spears got out beginning to surround them.
"Now young lord Snow there's no need for that." A man said as he made his way forward from the rest of the assailants. "Hmm I always thought you'd end up at the Watch where you'd be safe, and yet here I find you with your brother." The man said looking at Jon before turning to look at Robb. "Your Grace I have personally come to escort you to Greywater Watch. I am Howland Reed, and I am at your service." The man said lowering his hood as he bowed. His dirty blond hair graying slightly as was his beard. It wasn't until he stood back up that Robb realized that the man was nearly a head shorter than himself.
"Howland you little toad." Lord Manderly yelled embracing the much smaller man, his past anger seemingly forgotten.
"Welcome Wyman, now come the swamps are not safe this time of night." Howland said before bowing to them and then leading him back to the boats. Once the party had been loaded onto the boats, they looked on as they sailed off into the swamps. After some time a small fort came into view. Many of the northen party who had never seen the fabled floating castle of Greywater Watch looked at it in awe. Soon they were docking and exiting the boats making their way through the open gate. Again Howland bowed to them. "Your Grace Greywater Watch is yours." He said looking to Robb before turning and gazing intently at Jon.
"Thank you Lord Reed. It's been long since we were actually welcomed in a castle." Robb said giving a polite bow to Howland in return.
"Now go and get yourselves refreshed my lords. We have much to discuss." Howland answered before turning to walk away.
Daenerys Targaryen
Daenerys woke with a start, as she looked around her bed chambers sweating and trying to slow her breathing. She tried to recall the dream that she had, only being able to remember fragments of it.
A pair of wolves stood in a frozen field. She quickly noticed that the larger one of them was wounded. The smaller one stood in front of the other fangs bared, as a lion approached roaring loudly. She looked behind the Lion to see a great host gathering. As they charged at the wolves, the smaller one morphed into a dragon. White and gold with red eyes it rained fired on the lion and it's ilk before shrinking back into the same white wolf as the two of them turned away.
Later that day as Ser Barristan, Ser Jorah, and Grey worm stood before her discussing how to prepare the defenses of Mereen her mind continued to wander. Why would she be having a dream of another dragon. Since Viserys was dead, she was the last of her family. Could there really be another Targaryen alive out there and if so why would they be around a Stark. She recalled her lessons of the houses of Westeros, knowing that the Starks of the north had a Direwolf as their sigil. Surely that was the wolves in her dream. Yet she also recalled that the Starks were with the usurper in causing her family's downfall.
"Your Grace?" Ser Barristan said looking towards her with a concerned expression.
"I'm sorry Ser, my mind was elsewhere." She said looking over the map of Mereen. "Please continue." She said causing the three men to look between one another.
"As we were saying your grace. Yunkai, Astapor, and now a group of soldiers from Qarth are all making their way towards us. As it stands we won't be able to defend the city for long." Ser Barristan said looking up at her with a concerned expression.
"Se dovaogēdy kessa mīsagon se oktion syt Daenērys Jelmāzmo" Grey Worm said stepping forward. Barristan looked between Daenerys and Missandei waiting for a translation.
"He said that the Unsullied will fight to the last to defend me and this city." Daenerys explained for her two knights.
"Perhaps if we could find volunteers from the people you freed. We could train more soldiers. They might not be the best by the time we have to fight, but their devotion to the Breaker of Chains could help them." Jorah suggested getting a nod from Barristan.
"It could work your grace. Would they be willing?" Barristan asked thinking of how many they may be able to add to their numbers.
"Torgo Nudho ao se se dovaogēdy dohaeragon gūrēñare mirri hen vali hen oktion skorkydoso naejot vīlībagon" Daenerys asked getting a single nod in return from the Unsullied captain. "pār ao shooda rhaenagon villin vali se gūrēñare zirȳ ēlī run hemtubis". Again Grey Worm nodded before turning to leave. " He will begin looking for volunteers tomorrow and the Unsullied will teach them as much as they can before our enemies arrive." She explained before standing from her seat. "If there is nothing else Ser's I wish to retire for the night. We can continue this in the morning." Daenerys began to make her way back to her chambers with Missandei following behind her.
Jamie Lannister
Leaving Cersei's room infuriated by what she had said Jamie walked through the Red Keep. He looked down at the stump where his sword hand had been, still feeling the ghost of a tingle. He had been gone too long she said. She had moved on, she said. If that was truly the case then he would speak to his father. Perhaps it was time for him to hang up his cloak surely a one handed knight could not be in the Kingsguard. It was then that he was his brother walking towards him in the hall.
"Tyrion where are you going?" Jamie asked causing his brother to stop.
"I am heading to the small council meeting. I just received a raven that I am sure was meant for Father." Tyrion answered looking up to Jamie.
"Perhaps I shall join you. I wish to speak with Father myself." Jamie said as the two set off towards the tower of the hand. The two traded jokes with each other as they came to the top of the stairs. Tyrion was the one to knock before they entered the room. Several sets of eyes turning to the pair.
"What do you think you're doing here?" Joffery asked looking directly at Tyrion. "You're no longer a part of this council." He said before cowing at the look he received from their father.
"I am simply bringing a letter to the Lord Hand that was delivered to me by mistake." Tyrion said walking towards his father, and dropping the scroll in front of him.
"And what about you Jamie? Why have you come here?" Their father asked looking him in the eyes, before opening the scroll and reading through it.
"I wished to see you father. Perhaps after this meeting we might discuss matters." Jamie said, enjoying the way Cersei stiffened up at his request.
"Fine I think this meeting is just about over." His father said before handing the scroll to Pycelle. "We will need to have another room made up next to the Stark girls. It would appear she will be having company soon. Also send a letter to the Mountain. He and his men are to begin searching for the Stark boy and his retinue. I want them brought here alive so that we can make an example of them." As the occupants of the room stood up to leave, Joffery grabbed the letter and read it before laughing out loud.
"This is wonderful. Maybe I'll force the Stark bitch to watch her mother be beheaded just like we did with her father." The boy said causing Jamie to cringe. His cruel nature was surely the fault of his and Cersei's sins to give him life.
"We will do no such thing." Tywin said staring down the boy king, again causing him to flinch backwards. "Lady Stark will be kept here as a hostage to force her son out of hiding, and ensure her daughters cooperation. Meanwhile the girl will be wed to a loyal bannerman and sent back to the north." He said making Joffery stomp his feet before he stormed out screaming that he was the King. It did not take long after that for the rest of the people in the room to follow their disgruntled king out.
"You captured Lady Stark?" Jamie asked as he went to pick up the letter.
"Indeed, although my plan to name Roose Bolton the new Warden of the North is ruined since the fool got himself killed in his own ambush." Tywin said pouring himself and Jamie glasses of wine. "Now what did you wish to discuss with me?"
"I think it is time I returned to the Rock father." Jamie said smirking as his father almost spit out his wine.
"Well it's about time." Tywin said with a proud smirk on his face. "Come son we have much to discuss." He said walking to his desk and motioning Jamie to take a seat.
So there you have it. The first chapter of my first Game of Thrones Fanfiction. By the time I am posting this I will have completed chapter 2 and maybe 3. Next Chapter will have our first view of Sansa, Arya, and maybe another surprise one. I plan on posting every Friday. Hopefully you guys like the story. As of right now I am not sure about parings for any of the characters. I usually Like the Jonsa ship but I may want to try something different here. We'll see where it goes. As for Robb, I don't know who he will end up with either. Please review, and again hopefully you guys enjoy this and want me to continue posting it.