BRAN

He was sitting in a chair, staring into the fire. The road had been long and hard, but they were finally on the safer side of the wall. Bran glanced at Meera who was sitting by the table and writing her letter.

She was writing her father, lord Howland Reed that she was alive and well and that they were on their way to Winterfell. Bran had told her that her father was in Winterfell with Sansa and Jon.

The trip to Winterfell would likely take three weeks, so that it was likely that they would miss the wedding. That broke Bran´s heart that he would miss his sister´s wedding, he wouldn't be there when Sansa would finally be married to a man that would make her happy and be good and kind to her, like she deserved.

Bran discreetly wiped his cheeks so that Meera wouldn't see his tears and he looked around the depressing room.

The room they were in was small and dark, but it shielded them from the cold wind that blew outside and that for Bran was a luxury that he treasured. The trip from the cave of the three eyed raven, had been hard on them and the entre time, Bran had been wishing for a bed to sleep in and a hot meal.

Bran glanced around the room again and noted that it was completely bare of any personal items, but he knew that this was the room that his sister had used when she had come to the wall around three months ago.

He had seen her arrive at the wall seeking the protection of the man that they had thought to be their half-brother until a few months ago, through the Weirwood network, but that was not the only thing he had seen.

Bran had seen the birth of his cousin Jon or Aenar Targaryen, and how Bran´s father had promised his dying sister that he would protect her son. Bran couldn't help but to be angry at his father, for letting Jon think that he was a bastard, and denying him of his birth right. Bran blamed Ned Stark as much as Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister for that.

Bran knew that Eddard Stark wouldn't have stopped fighting for Robb´s birth right or Bran´s, so why not fight for Jon´s. Dragonstone and the iron throne was just as much Jon´s, as Winterfell and the north had been Robb´s.

But no, Ned Stark had let Jon think that he was a bastard and let the young man exile himself to the wall, thinking that it was the only way for him to have any sort of honor. Bran also knew that one of the reasons that Jon had decided to go to the wall was because he knew that Bran´s mother didn't want him in her home, and Jon wouldn't be welcome at Winterfell as long as she was there.

But Jon´s birth and Sansa´s arrival wasn't the only things he had seen. He had also seen Jon´s death at the hands of his sworn brothers, and how Jon had risen from the fire with four young dragons. Bran had seen how Jon and Sansa had gone to rally the lords of the north to take back their home and rescue the lord of Winterfell, Rickon Stark.

Bran knew that he would never be the lord of Winterfell, he had another role to play now, he was the three eyed raven and the raven didn't rule anything or anyone, a raven simply watched.

And Bran would watch, he would watch over his family and make sure that no one would hurt them again, the Starks had suffered enough for a millennium, but they had to stand together now and face the long night. Bran was glad that Jon and Sansa where already working on gathering dragonglass and uniting the seven kingdoms.

They already had the north and the Vale of Arryn, and Jon would soon be going south to the Riverlands to drive out the Lannisters.

The only living person that really worried Bran, was Daenerys Targaryen, Bran had seen a little of her and what she was capable of, and what he had seen worried him greatly. She reminded him too much of her father as he had stood on the precipice of true madness.

Bran could feel it in his bones that she would only get worse from here on out, he was sure that when she found out that Jon was the trueborn heir to the iron throne, and had two of the dragons that she had hatched, she would lose what little remained of her sanity. Not to mention when she found out that he had hatched dragons of his own as well.

There was also the Targaryen pretender in the Stormlands, but he didn't worry Bran like Daenerys Targaryen, mostly because he wasn't on the verge of completely losing his mind while having a large, angry and almost uncontrollable dragon.

She believed Drogon to be the incarnation of Balerion the black dread, but Bran didn't think so. Sure, they had the same coloring and the similar temperament, but there was where the similarities ended.

Bran sighed and rubbed his temples, he had spent too long in the Weirwood network today, and he was now suffering the consequences from that. After being so long in the past, he was always tired and irritable afterwards.

"Are you alright Bran?" Meera´s kind voice broke through his thoughts. He sent her a small smile.

"Yes, I am fine, just tired, I was too long in the network today." He answered her, hoping beyond hope that she would let the matter drop. But she cared too much to drop the matter, and that was why he loved her.

"You are worried." She stated as she stared him down with her brown, bottomless eyes.

He sighed again. He was sure that he would never be able to keep anything from her. "Yes, I am, I'm worried about how Daenerys Targaryen will react when she finds out that she isn't the rightful heir to the seven kingdoms."

Meera looked worried now as well. "Has she gotten control of the black dragon?" She asked him with caution clear in her voice.

Bran frowned; it was hard to say. While she could have some control over Drogon, Bran knew that she would never have the control Jon had over Rhaegal, as the rightful king of the seven kingdoms could warg into his dragon and that Rhaegal didn't have the same bad tamper as Drogon did.

"I don't know, I wasn't with her today." He answered truthfully, he had been in the Riverlands, looking into the Lannister camp. It seemed like Jaime Lannister wasn't willing to go to the capitol to rescue his sister from the sparrows. Maybe there was hope for him after all.

Bran had looked into how he had fallen; he knew that Ser Jaime had been the one to throw him from the tower after Bran had witnessed him with his twin sister. He could still remember the helplessness he had felt when he was falling through the air, trying to grasp at anything to stop his fall.

Bran could feel something wet on his hand, and as he looked down, he could see Summer´s amber eyes staring at him with concern as he nuzzled at Bran´s hand. Bran smiled at his faithful friend.

Bran was so glad that his foolishness hadn't cost Summer his life, but Bran´s impatient nature had cost them far too much. It had cost the life of the gentle giant Hodor, Summer´s ear and the wolf had been scarred for life, on his side.

On Summer´s flank there were three long scars that would never again grow fur, but he was alive and there wasn't a day that Bran didn't thank the old gods for that.

Bran smiled at his oldest and dearest friend, a Stark without their direwolf, wasn't whole. As he thought that, his thoughts were forced to his little brother, Rickon who had lost his companion, Shaggydog, the wildest one of the litter mates, black as night with startling green eyes.

But now he was gone, along with Lady and Greywind. That made Bran tear up again, the very thought of his brother´s direwolf, Greywind, made him think about Robb.

His fun-loving brother who should have been the lord of Winterfell and Jon´s Warden of the north. Their older brother who had gone south to save their father, only to have been murdered at a wedding.

The Frey´s would get what was coming for them, it was only a matter of time now until they would pay for their crimes.

A knock brought Bran out of his thoughts of vengeance against the Freys.

Meera went to the door and let the new lord commander in. Dolorous Edd entered the room in all his gloominess. If there was a word to describe this man, it was the word grey.

"Have you two written your letters?" the lord commander asked in his monotonous voice. Meera smiled at the man, she thought he was funny.

"Yes, we have." She told him as she handed the lord commander their letters. Bran had also written a letter to Winterfell, he thought it was better for Sansa and Jon to have warning of that they were coming, but he had made sure to tell them that they shouldn't wait with getting married for him.

Jon needed to go to the Barrowlands and dispose of Lady Dustin as soon as possible and then he needed to head south to the Riverlands. Every moment counted.

"We have an escort ready to leave tomorrow morning, if we are all still alive by then. With my luck we will be." Eddison Tollet said as he took the letters, then he showed himself out.

"So, we are going to Winterfell tomorrow. I am so excited to finally get out of here." Meera said with a happy smile on her face. Bran didn't blame her; she missed her family and was probably sick of being in the company of only men.

"I am excited too, I can´t wait to see Sansa, Jon and Rickon again. I missed them so much." Bran truly had thought of little else as they had made their way south to the wall, he just wanted to go home and see his family again, and soon he would see them again.

JON

Jon watched as the lords of the Vale stood back up after having sworn fealty to him, as the king of the seven kingdoms. It felt a little unreal having now two kingdoms sworn to him, but they needed to unite the kingdoms before the long night.

Now all they had to do was get rid of Littlefinger, convince the lords of the other five kingdoms and the Riverlands to follow him and survive the long night. Not to mention dispose of Cersei Lannister and make sure that Jon´s own aunt, Daenerys Targaryen didn't come to Westeros intent on claiming the iron throne.

Jon was very worried about how Daenerys would take it when she found out that she didn't have the best claim to the iron throne or that Rhaegal and Viserion were now with the person that had said better claim.

From what Jon had seen of her through Rhaegal´s eyes, she would not take it well when she heard that not only had they abandoned her, but had defected over to the trueborn son of her brother, and the fact that Jon had hatched dragon eggs as well.

Daenerys seemed to have taken the fact that she had hatched dragons back into the world made her more special and more worthy to rule than any other, and while Jon could understand why she would think that, it simply wasn't true.

Having dragons didn't give them automatic right to the throne or make you a better ruler. In fact, it meant that you had to be even more careful than before if you were claiming to be a monarch.

That had been made abundantly clear to Jon in the battle for Winterfell, or the day of the dragons, as the people were now calling it, that it would have been too easy for Jon to let Rhaegal and Viserion just burn all of the Bolton army and be done with it and Jon doubted that anyone would have said anything about it.

But it was a slippery slope for Jon to go down, Jon didn't want to burn people alive, specially not common soldiers who most likely didn't even have a choice in going to war in the first place.

But he had an immediate problem right now and that was Littlefinger, that man was as slippery as they came, and he would use every misstep Jon and Sansa took, to his advantage. But there were a few things that the man had going against him when it came too dealing with the lords of Westeros.

The fact that Littlefinger was from a minor house that didn't have the rich history that many of the other house had, was enough for the lords of Westeros to look down their noses at him, was one of his most obvious disadvantages.

It wouldn't surprise Jon if the lords of the Vale hadn't already started working to dispose of him. The fact that the man also made some of his fortune on the back of prostitutes would also make the honorable knights of the Vale very uncomfortable.

But there was also the problem of Littlefinger paying of the debts of some of the houses of the Vale, like the Waynwoods and the Corbrays. That could make things difficult for Jon and Sansa moving forward. Jon was not so naïve to think that a few words spoken here in the great hall and made the lords of the Vale forever bond to him.

No, Jon had no doubt that even with the threat of the undead marching on the wall as they sat here and debated, that Littlefinger would try as he could to weasel himself into a position of power.

As the men stood back up, Jon noticed that Littlefinger tried his best at putting a charming smile on his face. "Perhaps your grace, we should bind the Vale and the north closer together by marriage?"

Ah, here it was, the moment Jon and Sansa had been waiting for. To be honest Jon had expected it to happen sooner than this, but it seemed that the man had been a little preoccupied with trying to undermine Jon in front of the lords.

"Correct me if I am wrong lord Baelish, but the Vale and the north are already bound by marriage, as the late lord Arryn and lord Eddard Stark were goodbrothers through their marriages to the Tully sisters." Jon countered as he tried his best at keeping the smile under wraps. Jon had to admit he was enjoying this way too much, and as he glanced at Sansa, he could see it in her eyes that she was enjoying this as well. "Making the current lord Arryn a cousin to the current lord Stark."

Jon could feel Sycorax move behind him as the blue dragon perched on the back of his chair, the blue and bronze dragon flapped his wings as he adjusted himself on his perch.

Littlefinger stepped closer to the high table and Jon could see Oberon and Umbriel fix their molten gazes on the shorter man, as did Ghost and Ice, it seemed that the dragons and direwolfs didn't like the man getting to close.

The man hesitated as he stared in fear at the animals in front of him. Jon could see that Baelish had turned a little pale again and he seemed to want to be anywhere but here at the moment.

"Your grace, that is true, sure enough but perhaps in light of the recent circumstances it would be prudent to bid the two kingdoms closer together." Littlefinger seemed to have a hard time keeping the slimy grin on his face.

"Closer than bonds of family and blood, lord Baelish?" Maege Mormont called, the short woman had her hands on her hips as she glared at the small, weaselly man. "A family bond that the late lady Arryn didn't honor when her nephew, the king in the north needed it the most?"

This was followed the lords of the north angerly agreeing with the lady of Bear island, she was one of the few lords and ladies that had marched south with Robb and lived to tell the tale and not in a dungeon in the Riverlands.

The fury she was feeling was understandable, her eldest daughter and heir Dacey Mormont had died at the Red Wedding. The grief and pain were clear on her face as she stared down the small man.

The lord of Baelish-keep seemed to find his words after the lords quieted down a little. "No one is sorrier about that than I, my lady, but lady Arryn´s truest lords did urge her to send the knights of the Vale to King Robb´s aid, the lord of Runestone included." Littlefinger gestured at Lord Royce as he spoke.

The lord of Runestone looked at the lady of Bear island with sadness in his eyes. "That is true, I did urge lady Lysa to send the knights of the Vale to the Riverlands to help King Robb´s cause, but she didn't want to listen to reason."

Maege Mormont looked at the man for a moment before she spoke again. "That is a nice sentiment, lord Royce and I appreciate you have tried to get the lady Arryn to send more men to the Riverlands to help the war on the Lannisters, but it will not bring back my daughter who died at the Red Wedding."

At the words the hall was filled with silence, almost every northern lord in the hall had lost someone in the Red Wedding, and the pain would likely never stop haunting them. Jon could still feel the loss of his brother, Robb. Robb and he may not have been brothers by blood, but they were in every way it mattered.

The silence was broken by Baelish, trying his best to steer the conversation from the Red Wedding. "Your grace, a reinforced bond with the Vale, is only in the north´s benefit, especially now that you are going south to reclaim your birth right." The glint was back in his eyes, and Jon had to resist the urge to punch him.

It was then when Sansa decided to speak. "What did you have in mind, lord Baelish?" She had a polite smile on her face that would fool almost anyone, but Jon wasn't fooled, he could see that she was getting angrier and angrier by the moment.

No one in their right mind would blame her, this worm had caused them all so much pain so that he might benefit from it.

"Perhaps a marriage between yourself, my lady and Ser Harry Hardyng?" This made Jon raise an eyebrow, he had almost expected him to nominate himself to marry Sansa. But Jon could see why he didn't, if Sansa married Hardyng and Robert Arryn died, that would make Sansa the lady of the Vale, but if Harry also died, whoever Sansa married would become the lord of the Vale, as Harry Hardyng was an only child.

So, it would be better for Littlefinger to have Sansa inherit the Vale before he would try to marry her himself. Or at least that would be how Jon would have done it, if he was a deplorable worm.

Jon could see that Ser Harry Hardyng was adjusting his clothing after the scare with the undead Ser Alliser Thorne. The man was still shaking after seeing proof of the dead returning but he was trying his hardest to hide it.

Jon had to force himself not to grin as he answered Baelish´s question. "I am afraid that is not possible." Jon could see Ser Harry´s face fall, Ser Harry looked at Baelish and the distress was clear in his eyes. But Littlefinger´s face didn't give anything away, but Jon could see the hate in his eyes as he glared at Jon.

"May I ask why your grace? It is a good match." The man said with smug smile on his face. Jon could feel Sansa sit up even straighter in her chair, and he could feel the tension radiate of her.

Jon raised an eyebrow as he reached out his hand and took Sansa´s small one into his. "Because lord Baelish, lady Sansa has promised herself to me." The Valelords looked like they had been knocked on the head with a mace, it seemed like they hadn't thought that Jon and Sansa would be announcing their impending marriage.

Baelish´s eyes were now the size of dinner plates, he seemed like he was at a loss of words at the moment, much to Jon´s amusement.

Sansa glanced at Jon and gave him a smile, and he could feel his heart start racing in his chest.

"A good match indeed." Called the Flint cheerfully, making the northern lords and the freefolk start wolf whistling and cheering.

"Unlike the match you forced me into with Ramsay Snow, lord Baelish" Sansa asked in a cold voice, her face had the same emotionless expression that her father had always had on his face when he was speaking with the lords.

This cause a quick turn in the atmosphere of the great hall, as all the lords and ladies stood up and started to shout at Littlefinger. The formally cheerful leader of the Flints of the mountain clans, tried to rush over to Littlefinger and most likely to throttle the man, but he was held back by his son and the Wull. "HOW DARE YOU SELL NED STARK´S LITTLE GIRL TO THAT MONSTER!"

The Flint managed to drag his son and the Wull a couple of steps, the Flint heir and the Wull were both big men and Jon couldn't help but to be a little impressed by his strength.

But this was getting out of hand. "Please everyone, sit down." Every person in the hall turned to him when he spoke and did as he bid them.

As the lords and the ladies sat back down, Jon turned to Littlefinger and waited for his response to Sansa question. Jon could see that the smaller man was now very nervous and that he was starting to sweat.

Jon didn't envy him, it must be hard to be put on the spot and be asked why he had sold the daughter of Eddard Stark to the family of the people who had betrayed her brother, the king in the north, in front of the people who declared said brother as their king.

Littlefinger cleared his throat. "I didn't know what he was. I made a mistake." If Jon didn't know better, he would have thought that his voice was shaking from fear. All the lords were staring at Baelish with hate and anger, it was clear that they didn't believe his lies.

So, you are telling me." Sansa started. "That you didn't know that the bastard son of the man who stabbed my brother in the heart, was a monster?" Out of the corner of his eye, Jon could see Ice bare her teeth at Littlefinger in her anger.

He could see the lord of Runestone was turning red with anger, he was staring at the smaller man with such fury that Jon was getting concerned.

"You told us that you were going to take her to the fingers, and that you had been set upon by a large Bolton force, and that she had been kidnapped." Lord Royce exclaimed and he grabbed the hilt of his sword, he stopped short of drawing it out of its sheath. That was interesting to know, Jon doubted that Littlefinger could have told the lords of the Vale that he had taken Sansa Stark to the north while the Bolton´s had ruled it, when so many of the Vale lords knew and loved her father.

Lord Royce would never have let Sansa go to Winterfell when Roose and his bastard where ruling the north. The Bronze Yohn loved Eddard Stark too much, to let his daughter suffer at the hands of the family that had betrayed her brother.

Jon looked from the Bronze Yohn to Littlefinger. "If you didn't know that Ramsay Snow was a monster, why did you lie to lord Royce?" This was the problem with lying to everyone to get what you wanted in life. You never knew when your lies clashed and people who had been told different things met and started to compare what they had been told.

Littlefinger took yet another step to the high table. "Sansa-." He was interrupted by Oberon shrieking at him, the pale green dragon bared his black teeth at the man in warning. Baelish jumped back in fright of the dragon and his eyes were wide as he almost tripped over the hem of his clothing in his rush to get away from the dragon.

Jon leaned on his elbows on the table. "Why did you tell lord Royce that lady Sansa was kidnapped, when you had escorted her to Winterfell and left her here with Roose Bolton and his bastard?"

Every soul in the hall waited for Baelish´s answer. "I told everyone that lady Sansa disappeared so that the Lannisters wouldn't find out where she was." Jon had to admit, he was impressed by his fast thinking. At a first thought it was a good lie, but when one started to think, it didn't hold water.

"So, you are telling me," Jon started. "That you didn't tell lord Royce, who did fight for lady Lysa Arryn to send the knights of the Vale to help king Robb in his war against the Lannisters, that you were sending king Robb´s sister to the man that betrayed his king to the Lannisters, so that she would have to marry his bastard son, just to stay alive."

The tension in the hall could be cut with a knife, all the northern lords were slowly reaching for the hilts of their weapons. He was sure that if this kept on going the way it was, Baelish wouldn't live through the night.

"Your grace, my lady." Littlefinger hurriedly said. "I admit that I made a mistake, I didn't know that Ramsay was the monster that he turned out to be, and I should have trusted lord Royce with your safety, but I didn't and I will never forgive myself for that." Jon could feel nothing but disgust as the man started his groveling, but Jon had to set an example, he couldn't let people just lie to him with impunity.

No, the weasel had to be punished, he had sent Sansa north to Winterfell to marry the monster of Bolton, most likely to silence her until he came back to take her from the Boltons and try to make her think that he was some sort of hero for rescuing her.

"Tell me lord Baelish," Jon was now curious on how the man would try to get out of this mess. "Do you know a Janos Slynt?"

If the man had been pale before, it was nothing compared to how white he was turning now. Jon watched as the man opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before finally finding his voice.

"He was the captain of the gold cloaks in the capitol until he was sent to take the black for taking bribes I believe."

Jon was sure that Littlefinger was by now trying his hardest not to lie, as it wouldn't look very good for him with the lords. Jon could spy Ser Harry and Ser Lyn trying to physically distance themselves from the smaller man as the interrogation went on.

It was clear that they didn't want to be on Baelish´s sinking ship any longer than they had to.

Jon continued. "He was, now he told me the most curious tale."

He fell silent for a moment for effect before he continued. "He told me that you bribed him to betray lord Eddard Stark to Cersei Lannister, and that you held the knife to lord Stark´s throat yourself."

The silence that filled the hall was so deafening that he was sure that no one was breathing. It was Littlefinger that broke the silence.

"He was lying, I swear to old gods and new, that Slynt was lying." The man was starting to speak much louder, and that he was borderline shouting at them.

"Lying is your specialty lord Baelish." Sansa spoke with her cold and unyielding voice. The lords in the room seemed to have gotten over the shock that Littlefinger had been the one to betray Ned Stark, as they started to shout and yell at the small man in the center of the room.

"Just like when you lied to Lysa Arryn that if she poisoned her husband the late Jon Arryn with the tears of Lys, the two of you would be together." Jon had never seen so many shocked faces gathered under one roof before.

To was clear in Baelish´s eye that he didn't believe what was happening at this moment. All of his plans were going up in smoke in front of his eyes, and when he tried to claim that it wasn't true what they were accusing him of, no one believed him because he had been caught lying so many times before.

"YOUR GRACE." Everyone in the hall turned to lord Redfort as he shouted for attention. "Please your grace, I believe we have heard enough, this man didn't only betray Lord Eddard Stark, one of the most honorable men in the seven kingdoms, he also sold lord Stark eldest daughter to the bastard son of the man, that murdered her brother and convinced Lady Arryn to murder her husband. I think that I speak for all of us here that he needs to die."

Jon watched as the lords of the north started shouting their agreements, Lord Royce and Ser Morton were shouting along with them that they wanted Littlefinger to die. Jon could see Ser Harry look at Baelish with disgust, but Ser Lyn was just standing there, completely still, like he was trying not to be noticed.

Jon lifted his hand for silence, all the hall fell quiet and for a few moments it was as quiet as the crypts beneath Winterfell.

"Satin." He called to his steward, that had been hiding close by incase Jon or Sansa had need of him.

"Yes, your grace?" the young man´s lovely voice answered.

Jon stared into the grey-green eyes of the man that had sold Sansa to Ramsay Snow for his own gain.

"Fetch me a block."