Beyond the wall - 308 AC
Jon Snow
He sat by a tree staring into the distance. The sun inched closer to the horizon by the moment. He sat wrapped in his black cloak Longclaw in his hand. Slowly he cleaned the blade like he had seen his father… no uncle do with Ice sitting by the hot springs in the godswood of Winterfell.
God's that was a lifetime ago…
His face betrayed no emotion yet his heart was in turmoil just as it had been for the past year…
Snow? Stark? Targaryen? ,
What was he??
All his life he had believed he was a bastard, the single stain on his father's impeccable honour. He knew and accepted his fate was to serve at the wall. A calling he believed to be a honourable one just a few years ago.
Ohhh how wrong he was. The wall was nothing more than a way for criminals to escape justice. The only people who ever joined the watch willingly were second or third sons of lords of the north and a few riverlander and vale houses that held strong northern and firstmen heritage like the Blackwood and the Royces.
After winning the battle of the bastards he had been named the King in the North and for the first time he felt what it was to be a Stark. Respected and loved by all northern houses.
Though he hated to admit it he was jealous of Robb often, he had everything and a voice in his head craved that but always shut that voice up.
He won't be Daemon Blackfyre, he won't let lady Starks fears be proved right. He told himself.
Then that fateful night came. His entire life was a lie.
"A lie built to protect him from a vengeful king who would not think twice before killing him"
That was his first thought but through the last year a lot had changed and the more he thought about it more his anger grew.
What was it?
Why had his uncle lied?
To protect him or to protect his friends throne?
Perhaps he was but a broken man who had lost too many too war and wanted peace.
He would never know.
Before telling Daenerys of his heritage he thought of a hundred ways she may react but never of the way she actually did.
On hearing of his heritage her first thought was of the throne and how his heritage affected her claim.
She grew distant from him since that day, suspicious even.
As the days passed her paranoia grew until she was consumed by it.
He told himself that he had done the right thing taking her life even though it left him a kinslayer and a queenslayer. He had listened to Tyrion and trusted his friends and family yet in the end he got played by them all.
Tyrion walked free even though he was the one who prompted Jon to the deed while Jon was exiled to the wall.
But what hurt most was not seeing his siblings stand up for him. Bran got a throne he had no claim to, hell's Gendry had a better claim to the seven kingdoms and Sansa got what she always wanted to be queen.
His mind went back to the battle of the bastards where Sansa had hidden the information about the knight of the vale and let thousands of loyalists to die. Including Rickon.
She hadn't arrived until the very end when it was confirmed that Rickon had died and most thought him to be too.
Did she do it on purpose, have the last supposed sons of Eddard Stark die in battle and then she rides in to claim the North.
His heart wanted to say no but his mind knew better.
A sound pulled him to the real world, looking right he found ghost snarling as he ran down the hill towards the settlement.
"Ghost",
He called but the wolf paid him no heed. He scrambled down the hill ready to draw Longclaw at the slightest inclination of danger.
Rushing behind the wolf he found himself by a shack but sometimes was off. It was quite awfully quiet.
One might even say to quiet.
Drawing Longclaw he moved into the central yard, not a soul was in sight.
"Tormund" , "Rayum"
He called but to no avail.
Ghosts snarl drew his attention to his right.
And there he was Tormund his back turned to him.
"Tormund , where are the other?"
No answer….
"Ghost seems to think something is wrong, I should be ready for anything"
And then he turned to face him and Jon snow felt his life leaving his body as he stared at his best friend , a brother in arms Tormund Gaintsbane.
And he stared back at him with cold dead blue eyes……..
Authors Note :-
This was my first story and the first 1-3 chapters have some grammatical errors, typos etc.
Please forgive me and Ignore it, I promise it gets a lot better.
And I also plan on rewriting them...