Hello readers, author here. This is my first ever fanfic, so please forgive me if its cringy. And english is not my first language so please ignore grammatical errors and misspels. And I also need a co-author, if anyone wants to join please pm me. I will try to update as fast as possible.
Now coming to the fanfic so this is set in the world of asoiaf books. This is basically a what if north was financially, politically and militirically more developed. So lets begin
PROLOGUE
1 AC North
"I told you Brandon, I am not going anywhere." said Torrhen. "So what , as if I am going to leave you." Muttered Brandon, he was Torrhen's half-brother, three years younger and yet here he was acting like a child and all because of those dragonspawns born of incest.
"Are you going to keep brooding because you lost your crown."
"You don't understand, because it was not you who lost the crown" snapped Torrhen. Now it was Brandon's turn to snap. " As if it was me who bent the knee instead of fighting them. If you allowed me to kill those fire breathing lizards, we would have won."
"You would have gotten yourself killed. You know what happened to Merc Gardener and his house. I did what was necessary for the North's survival, for our survival." Said Torrhen solemnly.
"But now I wonder if I made the right decision. Our ancestors must be cursing me from the grave. My people are calling me The-King-Who-Knelt and the Toothless Wolf. Even my son did not trust me and has left westeros with a good number of men and women and has gone to essos and formed a sellsword company."
"Aye the Company of The Rose they call it" said Brandon. "And they had the right to do so and honestly I was tempted to go with Osric " he whispered. " Then why are you here" shouted Torrhen angrily.
"Because I believe in you , I believe that you made the right choice, that what you were unable to do as King Torrhen, you will do it as Lord Torrhen Stark. For we are Starks, and winter is coming. Do you remember what our lord father used to say?" said Brandon
"Aye I remember ' When the cold winds blow and winter comes, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives'" said Torrhen.
"The pack survives, we are a pack and we will survive"
Realisation struck him. "I have been an idiot, haven't I." said Torrhen. "Aye but a good kind of idiot" said Brandon cheerfully.
"I will make the north great again, as great as possible and then we will once again hold the crown of winter." promised Torrhen.
"Aye I believe you. Our time will come again, a time of our greatness." He said
"Yes and it will be a time of wolves" replied Torrhen
A Time For Wolves
