JON

Jon's hand pushed the cabin door open, holding a piece of parchment in one and, and the other holding onto the end of his sword that he rarely needs to use anymore. Jon moved towards his bed and sat on his, this was the first letter he has received with the Dire Wolf sygil on it for over two years. Jon breathed in and out, and unwrapped the letter by removing the sealing wax on the envelop.

"Jon,

I have wrote this to invite you over for a feast, a gathering feast at Winterfell. It has been five years since we all, as a whole, last saw each other. I would like to see you in person, Aegon, and not in my ravens. The feast will take place in three weeks, on the same day five years ago we defeated the Night King.

Safe travels, brother.

Brandon Stark, Three Eyed Raven.

The King of The Andals, Lord of the Six Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."

Jon looked up and didn't know what to do with his facial expression. Instead, Jon walked out of his cabin and looked amongst the Village he created with his "Wildling Comrades" like Ser Allister Thorn used to address them as. Jon walked straight to the kitchen hut, without looking at the freezing cold smokey river, he glanced straight in front of him.

Jon walked into the kitchen, where the families were sat and children running around in their fully coated coats. Tormund was up and talking to his and Jon's new friends, George, Ferland and Draq, roaring his voice and laughing, "Jon!" Tormund shouted, "Draq is trying to tell me that he fucked a bear and it liked it!" Tormund laughed, "I've fucked a lot of things, and a lot of things didn't like it too much. How in the fuck did you fuck a bear?" Tormund shook his head, sounding somewhat jealous.

"Yeah, I did not know that," Jon then gave a short chuff and smiled. "I need to make an announcement," Jon raised his voice, the kitchen looked full with a few missing and all heads turned. "I've received a letter from the king, asking me to come to Winterfell. This would be my first time leaving the North in five years, and I'll be going. I know you don't answer for Kings, or Lords, but Brandon is my brother, and Winterfell is my home just as much as the North." Jon said,

Tormund spoke up, "Speaking like a proper Wildling," Tormund raised his husk, and his drink was already filled with mead, and all the other Wildlings laughed.

Jon smiled, "I'll be gone for over a month, you lot know how to feed yourselves and survive, just don't kill each other," Jon finished, smirking. Sitting down.

Tormund began to speak, "Going back to Winterfell, let's hope nobody takes your head, hey?" Jon looked at him, with the same thought,

"I have to go, they're my family." Jon said, reassuring himself,

"Well, I'm going with you, I was with you for all of your wars, and so was these three. We'll go to protect you, just in case," Tormund told him, and Jon despite feeling agitated to do so, said a simple,

"OK."

Tormund, George, Draq and Ferland looked at each other and smirked, "I love South smut," Draq said, feeling his beard.

"I don't, women don't like me there," Tormund said, looking down, as if he was about to break down,

"If you seriously thought Lady Brienne would want you, you seriously need to question yourself," Jon said laughing,

"SER Brienne, actually," Tormund stated. Tormund looked down again, looking miserable. Jon, Draq, George and Ferland looked at each other and roared with laughter.

"What about you George, you get any down in the south?" Draq asked, drinking his mead and fidgeting with his dark black hair.

"No, but I did see one I hope will still be there. Small, quick, I don't know how I managed to be attracted to a girl whilst being attacked by one hundred dead men at once," George responded,

"Let's hope then," Ferland said.

George was usually quiet, his personality was big when he told a story, but he was generally quiet. The only thing Jon truely knew about George was, he loved to kill.

"Come on, let's get going," Jon said, standing up and walking towards each of their horses. Jon got onto his horse, and the rest got onto theirs, and so they went off, Jon with a heavy heart beat.