319AC: North of the Wall

He was dreaming, of that he knew for certain. He had gone back to his cabin and drank himself to sleep like he normally did, trying to drown out all the noise and the pain he felt. Winter had returned and he knew whatever warmth he was feeling right now could only mean one thing, it was that dream.

He could feel the wind on his face, the smell of salt in the air, and the sound of waves crashing. He turned around and saw the imposing figure of his true fathers ancestral castle..

Dragonstone.

He had this dream often. A dream, but in truth it was his own personal nightmare.

Giggles pulled him out of his thoughts and when he turned his head toward the angelic sound, suddenly he was staring at the most precious sight he knew he would ever see.

His Dany, with a small child in her arms.

"My love, come here. Someone wants to play with you." She said as she gestured for him to come toward them with a smile on her beautiful face.

He didn't want to, knowing what would happen next, but his heart could not deny them. He has had this dream over and over since her death.

"Papa! Come play with me, papa!" The raven haired girl squealed as she waved her tiny arms in the air. He knew that to be their little girl, the one they never got to have.

Jon walked toward them, foolishly hoping it wouldn't end as it always did. By the time he reached them, Dany had pulled him into a kiss. A kiss he had put everything into. Once she pulled away she smiled at him sweetly.

"Why are you brooding, my love? Is this not what you've always dreamed for?"

He wanted to cry at those words. Of course it was, it was the only thing he wanted, but he knew it wasn't real.

Jon cupped her cheek "Aye. Of course it is. The only dream I've had."

His beloved smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss once more. He knew what would come next, but he couldn't help but kiss her back. It was the only peace he was able to find in the last fourteen years. The only sliver of happiness he ever felt.

He squeezed her closer to him and on que he felt it...

The cold pierce of a dagger shoved into his heart.

When she pulled back from him this time, it was different.

He wasn't the one dying...

She was.

So was their little girl. Blood began to pour from their mouth and nose just as it did on that dreadful day.

"DANY!" He cried out as she collapsed to the ground with their baby girl clutching to her chest.

Jon fell to the ground with them, catching them before they hit the floor, and he pulled them both into his arms "NO! Please, no! Dany! Not again, please!"

She gasped for air, her eyes begging him to help. He reached for the small child who was struggling the same way. He could feel his eyes burning, filling with tears.

"Pa.. papa.." His little girl choked out

"Please! Not my little girl! Please, someone please help me!" He begged as he tried to stop the blood that was pouring from her chest.

He could only watch as they both bled out and the light finally went out in both their violet eyes, and all he could do was sob as he held them both in his arms, rocking them back and fourth.

"I'm sorry.." He choked out. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it all back. Please.." He cried. "It wasn't right. Please just give them back to me, I'll do anything. I don't care if it's only a dream, please just give me my family back."

"Would you really?" A voice asked.

Jon snapped his head up and was staring at a man who simply smiled at him

He hugged his girls tighter to his chest and said "Who are you? What do you want?"

The man kneeled down onto the ground and raised one hand in the air and said "Well, most people call me R'hllor"

He snapped his fingers and everything went black.

He came to and began to look everywhere for them. He wasn't sure where he was, he only wanted to find his girls.

"DANY!" He yelled out as he jumped to his feet and looked around frantically.

"She's not here, Jon." The same voice said.

Jon's hand instinctively went to where his sword would be, but longclaw wasn't their.

"Easy, child. I'm not here to harm you." The man said.

"Who are you?!" Jon demanded. "And where are we?"

The man smiled and waved his arms around, and said "I go by many names. R'hllor, The Lord of Light, The Red god to name a few. As for where we are, well, we are in a place where his sight can't see us."

"He who? Where is Dany? Why are you in my dream?" Jon asked him.

The man approached him and smiled once more which only infuriated Jon "The Great Other, the one parading himself as Brandon Stark the Three Eyed Raven. This was the only place we could speak without him knowing. As for your beloved, well.. we both know she's very much dead, Jon."

Jon clenched his jaw at the mention of Dany's death "The Great Other? What nonsense do you speak of? The Night King is Dead. Just take me back to Dany and our daughter, if you really are the Lord of Light its the least you could do." He gritted out.

The man chuckled "True, the Night King is dead, but his essence is not. When Arya Stark stabbed him with the Conquerors dagger, she only shattered his host. His darkness immediately went into another. Tell me Jon, who was it that was marked by the Night King?"

Jon's eyes went wide "No.."

The man nodded "Yes. Meera Reed was right all along, Bran Stark died in that cave. Everything that happened after that was his string pulling. The truth of your birth, the loss of the emerald dragon, the discord of loyalty between Daenerys and the Westerosi. He needed to eliminate the biggest threat to him, The Dragon Queen. All he did was speak a few words and the Starks, the Tarly boy, the Imp, the Spider, and yourself, did the rest. They hated her, and he used that to his advantage. Truth be told, he couldn't believe how easy it was for all your friends and family to shun her the way that they did."

Jon shook his head "So what, he was the master mind behind everything that happened? He was the one who made them all.."

"No." The man said cutting Jon off "He did not make them do anything. He simply spread a truth and watched as they all selfishly used it for their own gain. When you went South and convinced Daenerys to join you, The Great Oother was, for the first time, frightened. Fire and Ice would meet and he knew he would have a battle on his hands. Brandon Stark was too impatient in his training and ignored Blood raven and gave The Great Other what he needed. A back up plan, a body to be used in case he were to be defeated during The Great War. Once you arrived back at Winterfell, you can imagine his surprise at the hate Daenerys received. So he used it to his advantage. He was shocked, we all were to be honest, at how willingly and eager they all were to get rid of your beloved. He didn't even need to lift a finger. As soon as the second dragon was slain I knew I needed to proceed with an alliance of my own to ensure that the light would not be snuffed out."

Jon was not sure he was processing this all correctly "I don't understand.."

The man sighed "Unlike what my accolades preach, their is more then one god, and they too have a special love for the Prince and Princess who was Promised." He said with a smirk on his face.

"The Old Gods?" Jon asked.

The man scoffed "Yes, those old prickly bastards are real indeed. And despite the mess they made with the Children of the Forest, they too are rather angry at your Stark kin. But we don't have time to get into all that. What you need to know is that the gods of your fathers ancestors were furious with what happened to the last daughter of Old Valyria. Just as they were furious with what happened to you as well. So, Balerion, Vhager, and Meraxes gave one last sacrifice to ensure you and I would be here today, exactly fourteen years from the day Daenerys Targaryen was killed."

Jon tensed at that. Had it really been fourteen years to the day? "What does her.." he paused trying to control his emotions "..her death have to do with us being here today?"

"How many volcanoes were in Valyria, Jon?" The man asked.

What the fuck did that matter, Jon wondered. He thought back to his lessons with Luwin and then it hit him "Fourteen.." He said.

The man snapped his fingers and smiled "Exactly! Fourteen flames, child. The Valyrian gods gave one last sacrifice to ensure their bloodline would live, and before you ask, its a long story we don't have time for either, but anyways, each year after the death of Daenerys Targaryen, one of the volcanoes were awoken. When the last one awoke today, I knew it was time. Their would be enough fire power to put an end to The Great Other once and for all."

Jon ran a hand down his face and then looked at the man and said "What the fuck does this have to do with anything?"

The man chuckled "I see the dragon has finally awoken in you as well. Are you angry, Jon?"

Jon glared at him "Am I angry? Of course I'm fucking angry! Everyone betrayed me! They used me and Dany and then got rid of us!"

The man nodded "They did. And their will be time to right those wrongs, but now I have a question for you."

"What?!" Jon shouted at him.

"If you could go back, would you do it differently?" He asked.

The former King in the North scoffed "What kind of stupid fucking question is that? Of course I would. I'd burn the entire world to the ground if it meant I got another chance to do things differently, but she's dead! Now if you're done playing games then the least you could do is get the fuck out of my dream and leave me with my girls. I've done enough for all you gods!"

"Hmm. Dreams can be nice, but what if I told you that it didn't need to be a dream. That you could have your beloved Dany, and the child you've been seeing in her arms over the last fourteen years. It would require one last battle, but after that you'd get what your heart has always truly desired."

"LIES! She's dead. Stop playing games with me and leave me the fuck alone!" Jon shouted.

The man snapped his fingers once more and they were suddenly in what looked like a temple. Jon could see lit braziers all around and the sound of chanting. When he turned his head he saw a stone table with a wrapped body on it. He approached it and his knees gave out.

Their laying on the table, wrapped in silks was the body of the women he loved.

Dany.

Before he could speak he felt a hand on his shoulder "Drogon brought her here. Dragons are much more intelligent then humans. My priests and priestess have been keeping her body preserved all this time until the time was right."

He shot up to his feet and grabbed the man by the collar "You have had her here all this time?! Why not bring her back? Melisandre did it for me, why not Dany? Why play all these bloody games? What are they doing to her?"

The man said nothing

"ANSWER ME!" Jon yelled as he shook him.

He placed his hands on top of Jon's and spoke "I could have brought her back, yes. But I didn't want to."

Jon was turning red and was about to snap but the man continued "She would have only suffered in this life. The loss of all she had loved. It would have been no life at all for her."

"SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN ALIVE!" Jon yelled at him.

The man shook his head "No. She would have been a walking corpse. The pain and trauma would have broken her completely this time. The Spider poisoned her, Jon. Basilisk blood was given to her for days which made her commit that atrocity on Kings Landing. She did not deserve to live in a world like that, with all that guilt, her legacy ruined in that way. The loss of her loyal knight, her dearest friend, her dragons, and her babe.."

His entire body went stiff and his hands finally released the man "No.." He whispered "Please no..."

"I'm sorry Jon, but its true. She was poisoned and with child when you.."

A choked sob came out of his mouth and he fell to the ground and all he could do was cry. He killed her. He killed their babe.

"You are as much a dragon as you are a wolf, those dreams you've been having were not made up. The child you saw Daenerys carry each time.."

"No!" He cried out "Please just end it, I can't.."

The man kneeled down and lifted his chin "You can. We do not have much time, Jon. You can fix this. A second chance to find her, and have her and your little girl, but you must kill The Great Other with Lightbringer like you should have done the first time. Daenerys was always meant to die to forge your sword, but I was always going to bring her back. The Great Other messed up my plan, but thanks to The Valyrian Gods, you can fix this."

His tears would not stop, he couldn't believe what he was hearing "H.. How?" He asked.

The man stood up and looked toward the table that Dany was laying on "My accolades are imbedding the fires of the fourteen flames into the dagger as we speak. You killed the one you loved most with that dagger, the same way Azor Ahai did thousands of years ago during the first Long Night when he killed his wife, Nissa Nissa. Only death can pay for life, Jon."

Jon finally stood up and wiped his tears and looked at the man "What do I need to do?"

"When the ritual is complete, they will remove the dagger from Daenerys. Drogon will bring it to you, do not fear him, he knows you are doing this to help his mother and will let you accompany him despite the fact that you have already ridden another dragon. He knows what needs to be done. You must get to Kings Landing quickly. Figure out something to get close enough to the King and shove the dagger into his heart. Do this, and the magic of the Great Other will be gone forever. You will return to a time before chaos ran wild, and this time the weight of the world will not be on your shoulders. The Great Other will be gone for good " The man explained.

"And thats it? Just kill him? That seems too easy." Jon said.

The man shook his head "It won't be. You will need to figure out something clever to get close enough to him, he may not be able to see us right now, but he is no fool. Do not hesitate, Jon. He is not Bran Stark. Hesitate and he will kill you and this will all be for naught."

The light from the lit fires began to flicker and the man looked around "Its time. By the time you wake up, Drogon will be there."

Jon nodded and watched the man begin to walk away but he stopped him "Wait! Why are you doing all this?" Jon asked.

The man stopped and then slowly turned to look at him and smiled sadly "Because, I too know what its like to sacrifice the one you love most for the greater good."

"Nissa Nissa.." Jon said "Wait, are you.. are you, Azor Ahai?" Jon asked.

The man smiled sadly "I was, once. If you succeed you won't be the only one reunited with the one you love. "

Jon nodded finally understanding. He watched the man leave again, but before he walked past the threshold he turned back to Jon and said "You'll need some help if you do return, theirs 7 Kingdoms, I suppose seven people with their memory should do the trick, chose wisely and trust in Kinvara and her help. Oh, and remember, only death can pay for life, Jon."

The man turned and walked out and then everything went black.

"JON!"

Jon gasped for air and shot up to see the eyes of concern from Tormund.

"How long has it been?" Jon asks frantically.

"Three days! We thought you a dead man.." Tormund replies.

Gods. Three days.

"Tormund, we don't have much time. Something has happened. Drogon will be here soon. I need to pack.."

"Woah. Slow down, little crow. Did you say Drogon? You mean the Dragon Queen's beast?" The red haired man asked with wide eyes.

Jon sighed "Aye. I just.." Jon stopped. He knew he needed to be careful, Bran could be listening. "I need to tell you something."

Jon then explained in little detail of what needed to happen and he could see the look of shock and skepticism on Tormunds face but then it turned to understanding.

"I know it sounds mad, but.." Jon began but Tormund cut him off.

"Aye, it does but considerin' what Jarl saw last night.." Tormund shook his head "He and few of the men said they saw icy blue eyes in the haunted forest. Only one thing out their has icy blue eyes little crow.."

Jon paled at that "Fuck. We need to go. I need to end this."

"Aye, but.." Tormund began but a massive roar stopped him. He and Jon locked eyes and Jon stood up and ran out of the cabin

A massive shadow passed over and when the former King in the North looked up, his jaw fell open

"Drogon.." Jon whispered.

The Black dragon was massive. No, massive was an understatement, he was ginormous. Balerion the Black Dread Re-Born was the only name he could think to call him. Jon slowly approached the dragon who had landed outside his cabin and a loud growl echoed from his throat.

"I know. I'm sorry, Drogon, but you and I both know what I need to do." Jon said.

The dragon barred its razor sharp teeth but Jon did not back down and reached his hand out to touch his large snout "I'm sorry, boy. I will fix this. I will bring her back to you, your brothers too. I swear it."

Drogon huffed at him but then finally stopped his growling and smelt his hand. Jon sighed in relief and rubbed his hand over the thick black snout of the dragon.

"We have work to do, Drogon." Jon said and then turned to go find Tormund and plan.

They had gone over the plan a few times, it was insane and all Jon could do is hope that it worked.

"Land here, Drogon" Jon shouted.

The Dragon flew up above the clouds out of the sight of anyone who could alert Bran. They landed outside the city and the dragon lowered its wing. Tormund slid off clumsily and Jon couldn't help but laugh. He then turned and un tied the rope tossing it down to his friend. They had brought three others with them to help carry the giant box.

Jon slid the crate down and then followed himself. They began getting everything together and enacting their plan.

"The gates are opened. We just need to get to the castle and I'll tell them who I am." Jon said.

Tormund didn't look convinced "And what about your exile? They could kill ya on the spot, little crow"

"Just follow my lead Tormund, and remember what we discussed." Jon replied.

The red haired free folk sighed but nodded and Jon turned to bid the dragon farewell. Jon tapped the crate twice with his hand and then they picked up the crate and began to make their way toward the Red Keep.

It was the first time he had been back since that day. Hell, it was the first time he had gone anywhere other then North of the Wall.

Kings Landing was a shit hole.

It smelled worse then ever before, and all around was nothing but sick and poor civilians. What the fuck had Bran and Tyrion been doing all this time? The castle seemed to have been rebuilt from that day, but the rest of the Capital looked like shit.

"State your business!" One of the gold cloaks said as they finally reached the castle. "And whats in the box?"

Jon stepped forward "My name is Jon Snow, I'm here to see my brother, The King."

The man scoffed "Jon Snow? You mean the Queenslayer?" The man asked and then began to laugh "I don't know whether to kill you for desertion or thank you for killing the dragon whore."

Jon clenched his fists trying to reign in his anger at the insult to Dany. "I need to see my brother, its urgent."

Another gold cloak approached "And why should we, Queenslayer? Your a wanted criminal in these parts."

"Aye, but what I have to show the King is more important. The dead have returned and he'll.."

A burst of laughter came from them. He knew that many people didn't believe what had happened at Winterfell all those years ago. Only those that were their did. Jon noticed one man had ran off at the mention of the dead though.

"The dead? Well it seems the Dragon whore's madness rubbed off on you, Snow." The gold cloak said.

Do not let them get to you, he told himself.

"You cunts gonna take us to the king or keep talkin' with yer dicks in yer mouth?" Tormund said.

The gold cloak glared at him "Bloody Wilding! I'll have your head for that!" And unsheathed his sword.

Before anyone could react a voice shouting from the entrance of the castle stopped them "ENOUGH!"

The gold cloaks all turned to the voice "Lady Commander, the Queenslayer and the wildings are here causing problems."

The commander in question approached and Jon recognized her right away, Ser Brienne of Tarth.

"Lord Snow." She said

"Ser Brienne. I'm here to see my brother. Its urgent." Jon said.

She nodded and then looked at the box behind them and then back to Jon "Ser Baxter said you mentioned the dead.."

"Aye. They've returned. I brought proof to show my brother. Please Ser, you know what we face if they truly have returned." Jon pleaded with her.

He could see the fear on the knights face "Come. I'll take you to the king."

"Ser Brienne, he is a traitor! You cannot.." The gold cloak began

"I am the commander of the Kings guard, and I am escorting Lord Snow and his companions to the King, now step aside."

The man clenched his jaw but moved out of the way and Jon turned to Tormund and nodded. His men picked up the crate and followed her into the castle.

They were led to the throne room.

Well the old throne room. The molten of the Iron Throne still plastered on the ground made a shiver go down his spine.

Tormund was standing on one side of the crate, Jon on the other. Two men of the Free Folk stood behind them.

Finally after what felt like forever, the one person he'd like to gut like a fish wobbled in looking like shit. Grey and wrinkles was lined all over Tyrions face.

"Ah, the oath breaker returns to the scene of the crime."

Jon once more has to remind himself to control his anger, he knows what needs to be done.

This is to get back to Dany.

"Imp." Is all he says.

Jon watches as his EX best friend Grand Maester Tarly follows behind Lord Tyrion, and then Bran the Broken is being wheeled in by Podrick behind them.

"Well, its too bad that insult no longer hurts my feelings. Tell us Jon, why are you here and not at the wall like you should have been the last four and ten years?" Tyrion asks.

"The dead have returned." Tormund answers for him.

Tyrion waves him off "Impossible. Arya Stark killed the Night King, we were all there."

"Aye, we were. But they've returned, or something like them has." Jon says.

"Something like them?" Asks Ser Brienne.

It doesn't slip past him that Bran has still yet to speak.

"We had a few sightings from the free folk of them in the haunted forest." Jon says. He watches as Bran's eyes go white.

Good, he thinks. Bran is playing along making them all think he doesn't know about it, but I need to keep pushing him.

"He speaks true." The Broken King finally says.

"We brought proof. But I warn you, this is not like before." Jon says.

"Speak plainly, Snow." Tyrion says.

Jon sighs "They seem different. They don't attack exactly as they did all those years ago, and they also look.." Jon paused for a moment "..different."

"Little Crow ain't lyin', you have to see it up close to believe it. The markings on their body, I've only ever seen em' in caves in the True North." Tormund adds.

"Markings?" Asks Bran.

He's intrigued now. Good, I'm getting closer now, Jon thought.

"Old Tounge mixed with somethin' else we free folk have never seen." Tormund replies.

"It looks.. it looks like High Valyrian, your grace." Jon adds.

Bran whips his head toward Jon and pales a bit from that comment. "Bring it close. I need to see."

"Your grace, I don't think.." Ser Brienne begins to say.

"I am your king and you will do as I command!" Bran shouts. "This is not how it should be.." He mumbles to himself .

Jon could see the confusion on the faces of everyone in the room but the lady knight nods to Podrick who pushes him toward the crate

The inside of the crate begins to move just a bit, Jon could see the fear on Tyrion and Sam's cowardly faces.

Jon walks closer to his brother "I am not sure how it will react. Do not make a move until we have it strapped down, brother." Jon says, trying to make Bran think that he's still the Northern fool who protects his Stark family no matter what.

Bran nods and Tormund moves to the other side of Bran. Jon nods to the free folk to open the crate.

When the crate flings opens Tormund turns to Podrick and smacks him with the end of his axe, knocking the knight cold out and onto the floor. Instead of a wight jumping out, it's Jarl, who is certainly alive and well, that comes out of the crate. Jon hears Tyrion and Brienne gasp and try to run toward them.

Jon pulls the dagger out and slices his hand and then proceeds to place his bloody hand on the center of Brans forehead. Kinvara sent instructions with Drogon that said the Blood of the Prince who was Promised would render the Great Other immobile for about a minute. Bran screams out in pain and seems to be stuck.

"Your reign is over." Jon says and then shoves the dagger into Bran's heart. He watches as Bran looks down at the dagger and it seems to hit him as his eyes widen.

"Aye, I see you've finally figured it out, it's that dagger. Lightbringer." Jon twists the dagger and then says "House Targaryen sends their regards." And he pulls it out from Brans chest.

Unlike when the Night King simply shattered, Brans body begins to convulse and then the body of his former little brother slowly turns to ash.

Everyone in the throne room looks shocked, but all Jon can feel is glad. He truly feels nothing for killing the thing that looked like his brother.

"What have you done?!" Tyrion shouts.

Jon looks up at him and smiles wickedly "I killed a god."

"Arrest him! Kingslayer, Kinslayer!" Tyrion shouts.

Jon could only laugh at this "Sorry, Tyrion but I have no plans of being arrested. You stupid selfish fools will regret the day that you betrayed House Targaryen. When I return I am going to make sure I take everything from you."

"Jon, what are you saying? You need help, this is mad.." Sam tries to say

"SHUT UP!" Jon shouts at him "Shut your pathetic, craven mouth, Sam."

Sam cowers at his words and Ser Brienne pulls out her sword and steps in front of Tyrion and Sam.

Jon could only smile at her "Stand down, Ser. I have no fight with you. But the two traitors behind you will suffer for what they've done. But don't worry, this will all be over soon."

"Enough of this, Jon! You bloody Targaryens truly are all mad." Tyrion yells at him.

Jon pulls out a throwing star from his hidden pockets and it flies right past Tyrions head. The Imp falls to the ground in fear. Sam falls down with him.

Jon twirls the dagger in his hand and points it to both of them "Madness, greatness, two sides of a coin. You all really believed that saying didn't you? Well it doesn't matter what you think. Your words are wind, ours is fire."

"Ours?" Sam asks hesitantly.

"Aye, ours. Mine and Dany's. You all took her from me. You played your little game of thrones, and it got her killed." Jon replies.

"She burned down the city! And you killed her!" Tyrion replies.

Jon glares at him "Did you know the Spider had one of his little birds giving her Basilisk Blood?" Jon asks. He watches both cowards faces turn white.

"That's right. She was fucking poisoned when she did that. You killed her! You betrayed her when you opened your big mouth about my parents, you betrayed her with all your shit advice and your failed plans, and you took her and our child from us!" Jon yells at them.

"Ch..child?" Brienne asks as she lowers her sword.

"Aye. I killed my own daughter while she grew in Dany's womb. My innocent baby girl, murdered all for your games! All for your ambitions. A kinslaying Imp and a sorry excuse of a maester who cried about his oath breaking family like the little bitch that he is!"

"Jon." Tormund says gesturing toward the doors and reminding him of why they are here.

"Aye." Jon nods at him and then holds out the dagger as the gold cloaks and the rest of the Kings guard begin to flood into the throne room.

"But worry not, I'm going to go back and fix this and make sure to re pay each one of you. The gods are on my side, and every single one of you fucking traitors will suffer for the games you played, and the blood you spilled. For my mother and father who were betrayed, my brother and sister who were butchered by your father, and to every single Stark, Lannister, Tarly, Baratheon, Baelish, Frey, Tully, Arryn, Bolton, Greyjoy, and Spider that thought they could fuck with the dragons, will suffer slowly."

"Jon!" Sam shouted pleadingly to him. "Please, stop this!"

He looked at Tyrion who looked visibly shaken at his words and Jon smiled and then looked over at Tormund "Remember what I said, I'll see you soon, friend."

"Aye, little crow. Seeya on the other side." Tormund said.

Jon placed the dagger to his heart and took a deep breathe.

"Jon, what are you doing?" Tyrion asked as his eyes went wide.

Jon smiled "Going back to the beginning. Only death can pay for life."

And he shoved light bringer into his heart and then everything went black

296AC Winterfell

He opened his eyes and shot up, looking around and the small little room he use to feel like an unwanted bastard in only made him smile that it all worked.

He stood up and ran to his desk and saw the parchment on it dated 296AC and all he could do was sigh in relief.

R'hllor sent him back two years prior to when the King came to Winterfell.

He could work with that.

Jon grabbed his cloak off the chair and threw it around his shoulders, he grabbed his scabbard and put it on and then picked up the shitty sword Lord Stark gave him and sheathed it and then turned to look at the fire that was burning in the hearth.

Jon smiled and said "And so it begins."