It has been four years since the North had woken to find the Dragon Queen and her people gone. It had been the morning after the feast celebrating the defeat of the Night King. The castle had slowly awoken and found the grounds surrounding it devoid of Unsullied, Dothraki, and most importantly of Dragons. A letter addressed to the Lords stated that the Queen had decided to leave the North and no longer pursue the Iron Throne.
The North had celebrated that night.
They were free from tyrants and southerners. The foreigners and their Queen were gone. They were finally independent.
It wasn't until the following morning that they realized that the man they had once called King was gone too.
They had asked Bran where he had gone but were told a vow had been made not to reveal where Jon had journeyed to.
The men did not take that well, calling her brother a traitor, a fool, a bastard too caught up on the first cunt he came in. So many insults were hurled and not once had any of them stopped it. Not her, not Sansa nor Bran.
Sansa was named Queen and the North assumed it would live in peace.
They were wrong.
Even with the grain, the Dragon Queen had left behind, they soon found themselves in Winter with very few provisions and supplies. People began to grow hungry, unrest began to occur and soon death came for much of the populace. That however was just the beginning.
Cersei had not forgotten them and soon sent the Golden Company and her troops to the North. Towns and castles were burned to the ground. Everyone and everything in their path were killed. Just as they had feared. But instead of the Dragon Queen, the north was bloodied by the Mad Lannister.
They were left with no option but to escape.
They fled north to Eastwatch where the wall had fallen to allow the dead to pass through. Lord Manderly had managed to send ships up there for their escape before White Harbor was overrun.
Some wildlings were there and part of her hoped to find her brother there. Much to her dismay however they had not seen him since the feast either.
Now, what remains of the North sails East, towards a continent that she herself had once fled to, in search of someone to help them. To help them return their home, to get rid of Cersei, and feed their people.
She sighs, knowing exactly who they are looking for.
The person who they had cursed, spat at, disrespected, and undermined years ago. The only person who had the power to defeat the Mad Queen.
Daenerys Targaryen.