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Chapter 30: The Cold Winds of Winter

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Sansa

Word had come to the Vale of Daenerys Targaryen's"victory"in the North against the Others by raven. The parchment had spoken of how House Targaryen had defeated the army of the dead with fire and blood, ending the threat beyond the Wall. It had spoke of how the Northmen refused to bend despite her acts as their"saviour"and that by Royal decree no Kingdom could trade with them until they bent the knee.

Sansa knew those words to be a lie.She killed Arya.The three words that her brother had written. Words that Jon would never lie about. Words that made her weep alone through the night as Brienne guarded her chambers.The Dragons had killed my sister. And it's my fault.

Sansa had worried ever since meeting the Dragon Queen. She had hoped that the King and Queen would see the Wights as an unintended ally. A way of weakening the North or at best removing them from the game so the Targaryens wouldn't need to go North and Jon and Arya wouldn't have to fight on two fronts in Winter. She had heard enough about how the Queen had abandoned Astapor and Yunkai to ruin from Baelish whenever he talked about something beyond Westeros.

It didn't matter what she had planned though to keep the dragons from going North in winter. They had done it and took her sister away from her. They had taken her away from her with fire and blood. They'd taken any chance of Sansa being able to tell her that every word she said at Moat Cailin was a lie. That she wasn't betraying her family, only keeping the vultures away from them.She'd died believing I'd abandoned them.It was a horrible thing, knowing she was gone. Knowing that she didn't get to live long after surviving whatever hells she had.And they've taken her from Jon.Whatever devastation Sansa felt for her sister as she mourned would be worse for Jon. They were always close from the moment that Arya had been born. And the way she had seen Jon at Moat Cailin with her late husband and Baelish…Not even dragons will stop him from doing worse than what he did to my ignorant fool of a husband.The thought of the lengths Jon would go to avenge another pack member made Sansa shudder. She'd heard what he had done to the Iron Born and Boltons for killing Robb, Bran and Rickon. He'd brutalised her husband for the crimes he had done to Sansa. He And now he was a lone wolf without a pack. He wouldn't stop and neither would the Northmen behind him.And Neither will I.

She had called to meet with Brienne once she had regained some level of composure, a week after the news. Brienne sat opposite her, waiting patiently. She was the only one aware of what had been sent by raven until the Vale was informed. Sansa looked at her calmly.

"Lady Brienne, I have a task of you. Something that I can't do personally even though I want to."

"Whatever my Lady commands." Brienne replied quickly.

"I need you to go North and speak with my brother on my behalf. I want to know everything that happened beyond the wall and what he plans so I can prepare." Sansa said simply.

Brienne was silent for a moment before replying. "Do you think he will trust my presence? The Northmen might think you've sent me to kill him for killing Lord Arryn."

Sansa curved her lips slightly. Brienne was aware now of Lord Arryn being someone Sansa had no feelings for. But Jon and the North didn't know that.

"You told me of how Ser Jamie gave Widow's Wail as proof of his word to the brotherhood. I would advise you do the same."

Brienne nodded. "I will give him Oath Keeper as a sign of our word."

Sansa shook her head. "No, you'll be giving him a part of Ice. And he will use it."

The Lone wolf dies but the pack survives. I won't let you be alone Jon.

Tyrion

Looking over King's Landing as it snowed lightly was a new sight for Tyrion. Winter had truly come for the realm.And now food stores will be another problem to add the list.Tyrion thought to himself as he looked over the city with Varys.

"It's a shame snow isn't a purifying thing like in the songs but the warning the Starks always say. It would be so much nicer to look at if it wasn't something that made food so scarce." Tyrion said wistfully as he took a drink.

Varys sighed. "Why do I think that no Lords in their halls will be the ones to starve? Food will be expensive but still acquirable for you. It will be the smallfolk that suffer. Unprepared Lords will not have enough stores for all of them. You may feel yourself get a bit skinnier but you're likely to live through it."

Ah, the not so subtle reminder that Varys serves the realm not his own self-interest.

"You are a Lord as well Varys. You may be a Eunuch of low birth but a member of the small council nonetheless. I imagine you will survive winter as well unlike many of the smallfolk that you speak of." Tyrion reminded Varys.

Varys smiled. "Perhaps. But I still serve them."

"And does supporting the murmurings of a faction to remove our Queen and her dragon serve the realm?" Tyrion asked dryly.

You serve yourself like everyone here friend. From the Martells and the throne all the way to myself and having the Rock and a position I deserve that I intend to keep.

"A bold comment my Lord." Varys responded softly.

"A true comment. Though one I can't act on unfortunately. They are only murmurings. Besides, I wouldn't have anyone I like to drink with without paying for whores and I won't be able to do that as much once the King and Queen return."

Varys nodded. "And perhaps they will return with peace. It will temper those murmurings."

Tyrion laughed. "But not stop them."

Varys chuckled faintly. "No, they will not."

The game always plays. I just have to manage what pieces suit myself best as Lord Lannister and take away any that end me.The two returned to a comfortable silence as they watched the snow before the sound of dragons over them. The Targaryens had returned.Maybe they have returned with my gold.Tyrion thought wryly as a black crow landed above the balcony.

They hadn't. What was expected to be a way of returning the North into the realm by saving them had failed. He only needed to look at Aegon's broken face, the Queen's bruised neck and the murmurings of Northern savages with wolves bigger than horses and creatures larger than men to know that it had failed. As to why had been a different matter. Those that were blindly loyal and oblivious to the finer details had said that the Northmen were ungrateful and would bend after starving, parroting the words of Daenerys Targaryen and Aegon once his jaw had healed enough to speak. Others that were a bit more observant in their time beyond the wall and spoke of things that had worried him. Randyll Tarly had mentioned the Northmen's cries of thousands being burnt by the dragons. And Jorah Mormont had told them why the King in the North that had stolen from him had beat The King ugly. "The dragons killed Arya Stark."

It was the first time he had heard fear in the gruff Northman's voice.

Tyrion had not met the young Stark girl, neither at Winterfell or the Capital. She was the girl that everyone had assumed to be dead.Even Father couldn't find her, replacing her with a fraud.She was bad now and that didn't bode well for the Targaryens. It had alienated the North for now and had anger the King in the North. One only had to look at the King's visage to know that; more scars, broken bones and less teeth from one savage beating than any battle that Aegon had fought in. It spoke volumes of the hatred the King in the North had for them; willing to fight regardless of the threat of dragons.The solemn boy that went to the Watch is dead.Tyrion had realised. The court spoke confidently of starving them, seeing the chances of the Northmen bending and Jon Snow killed by his own men during the winter being high. The ones that knew of the North's history had thought otherwise, instead advising to prepare for a war come Spring when the Northmen didn't have winter to deal with. Tyrion had agreed with them.The Starks are known for their warnings of Winter. They've survived them for 8000 years after all. And they've went to war over Stark girls twice before. A dead one will be worse.

The thought of a war with the Starks was worrying. They had won once in Robert's Rebellion. And they had come close when it was just the North and Riverlands against Tywin. When that war came it would most likely be the North, Riverlands and Vale fighting against them.For all that Sansa Stark claimed she hated her brother when she came to court, I don't really believe it.But that didn't really matter now. War wouldn't come in winter. Regardless of rumour that the North had giants. There were other matters that needed attending to.A Kingdom to run. Maybe I can put it back together before the spring.

Val

Val knew something was wrong when a guard had knocked on her door informing her that Rickon and his Direwolf had been spotted running into the Godswood in the dead of night. Screams and sobs apparently alerting them to it. Val had quickly got dressed and told the guard to get Old Nan and Osha. The old woman and free-folk had a knack for calming the lad. The three women had walked quickly into the night with the guards, leaving them at the entrance of the Godswood in case Shaggy decided he didn't want them near Rickon. They could hear the flutter of wings, sobs and a low howl coming from the centre of the Godswood by the Heart Tree.

"The boy has had Green Dreams before. And every one has never boded well."Old Nan whispered as they walked forward, torches lighting the way.

Val nodded, hiding her worries if that was the case.Has Jon fallen to the Others?

The sobs got louder as they found the boy and his wolf, lighting a couple of braziers to see better. She could see Rickon curled up with his wolf, sobbing into the great big Direwolf's fur as it howled mournfully in the snow. He looked defeated. The face of the Weirwood looked almost as sad as the boy in the night.

"Rickon." Val said softly to the lad as she put the torch down.

The boy looked up from his wolf, tears running down his eyes. They hadn't frozen thankfully. He was lucky the Godswood was warmer than most, being on a hot spring. The yellow eyes of Shaggy turned to her. They looked as mournful as Rickon's blue-grey eyes. Rickon started to sob more. She moved herself closer to him, knowing what the wolf had a temper like his master. Osha and Old Nan followed suit, with Old Nan touching the wolf gently. The wolf seemed to still for her, allowing the two women to get close to Rickon.

"Did you see you something in your dreams at the wall little Prince?" Osha asked kindly.

Rickon answered it with a sob as he nodded.

"Stroke your wolf Rickon. Calm yourself before you speak." Old Nan said calmly.

Rickon did as Old Nan said, running his hand through Shaggy's fur as he started to breathe deeply. He did that for a few moments until his sobs turned to sniffles.

"What did you see at the wall?" Val asked quietly as she placed her hand to his face to wipe his tears.

Rickon stifled a sob. His eyes were wetter than the rivers."Arya died. They burnt her and took her from me and Jon. She's dead."

Val hugged him as he started to sob again, one of his arms around her waist and the other at his wolf. The sounds of Rickon's sobs muffled in the embrace but she could still feel the power behind them.

"She died by fire?" Osha asked quietly.

Rickon pulled away from Val as he started to sob louder. "Dragons flew and burnt her! I heard her scream as she died!"

The Three women were silent at the boy's words. The face of the Heart Tree seemed to become sadder as it watched over Rickon. The sobs and snarls of the Direwolf could be heard across the Godswood as crows flew into the air. Val wished these were nightmares but knew better. He'd seen Jon's death, his brother Robb's and his father before that. He had Green Dreams.A cruel fate for a lad when all it shows him is pain.Val thought as she sat on the floor of the Godswood beside Rickon as Osha held him. Old Nan started to sing softly to him as she brushed his head. A song about Theon the Hungry Wolf. They all stayed there through the night until Rickon had calmed enough for them to bring him back inside with the Wolf. Val and Old Nan closed the door quietly as they left Rickon in his room with Osha and Shaggy. Neither wolf nor free-folk willing to part from the now asleep Prince.

"The flames are a cruel fate. I have lost two children to that now." Old Nan said mournfully.

"I don't want his dreams to be true." Val replied quietly.Jon's died for her once. To lose her after thinking her dead so long will hurt him more than the pain me and Rickon feel.

Old Nan turned to her as she wiped a tear from her wrinkled face. "And we wish for winter to never come too."

And Andals and Dragons will wish they had never come North.

"I want vengeance for this. I want blood." Val said firmly.

Old Nan smiled ruefully. "Good. Wolves are at their most deadly when they want the same thing. I just wish I will live to see it as wolves rip them to shreds for my children. I hope the Old Gods grant me that one gift."

"We will have justice for Arya." Val affirmed.Come Home Jon. Return to us and the pack.

Ashara

Ashara hadn't imagined the first time she would see her son would be with guards escorting her to his solar. But the news that had come from the Northern army had sealed that fate. Twenty-Five Thousand Northmen had gone to fight at the wall. Eleven thousand had died and Fourteen Thousand had come back speaking of them same thing with grief and rage mixed in their voice.Dragons.They had taken more friends and family than the Others according to the Northmen as they spoke grief and rage. And Arya Stark had been one of them. A procession led by Benjen Stark had brought her charred corpse into Winterfell. And it had turned all the Northmen silent. A silence Ashara hadn't felt since Elia had died.

Her son hadn't been there with his army or the procession. He had gone to Skagos. Only the tales of the King in the North came to Winterfell. Of the King that had beat back death and forged a pact with death only to have his sister ripped away from him. Tales of the Stark that beat the Dragonspawn of Rhaegar Targaryen ugly with his bare hands and almost choked the life out the Dragon whore that had birthed monsters. And the vow that the White Wolf would march South with the North behind him come Spring to drench the South in Dragon Blood as justice for the fallen Northerners. They were tales that made Ashara shudder as she overheard the hate filled cries of the Northerners.You've done something terrible Aegon.

Jon had returned a fortnight after the Northern army, coming from White Harbour with a Manderly, Skagosi Lords and a large pack of wolves; led by two Direwolves that were at either side of him. She'd seen him enter the courtyard from her window. His wife and cousin embracing him as the wolves howled mournfully. She hadn't even seen that much of her son from there.

But now I will.Ashara thought as she entered the solar, guards waiting outside. Her son was sitting waiting. Very little of herself had emerged in Jon over the years as she looked at him. A little leaner than Brandon and a bit darker hair. But Jon's appearance was not a Dayne one. It was the Stark one that she had barely been able to look at when he was born. The one that reminded her of flames and death.And Elia's death that came because of it.Ashara thought as she looked at her son's face. A face that would never have suited a Dayne name if Ashara had ever been able to give him once in the months after his birth. His thick beard didn't hide the scars on his face, both new and old. It didn't hide the stony and stoic face that he wore either. There was no emotion on his face as Stark grey eyes looked at her as she sat.Ned looked at me like that when he brought Dawn back and I gave him Jon.Ashara thought as she felt another shudder come to her.

She could feel the same silence that had plagued the courtyard when Arya's body was brought home.Aegon couldn't have done that. It must have been Daenerys.Ashara hoped as she looked down at the table, away from those grey eyes, seeing a crown of bronze and iron adorned with wolves.Nobody speaks of Jon wearing a crown. A King that didn't need one is what everyone here says of him.

Then there was a thud as a thin sword was placed on the table beside it with a blackened hilt. It brought Ashara back to her son's face. It was cold like the North.

"You have the Stark look. It hasn't changed since you were born." Ashara said carefully, unsure as to what to say to her son.

"Good." Jon responded lowly, a deep growl hugging his Northern Voice. His gaze was fixed on her as his fingers ran over the sword and crown.That does not surprise me. I deserve that for leaving him.

"You need to understand…" Ashara began. Jon cut her off with a growl.

"I had made my peace with you when Howland told me what had happened. He told me of a broken woman that only had enough of her wits to know that she couldn't raise me and that Ned Stark would regardless of the consequences. I understood that. And I made peace with it…" Jon said solemnly, face so like Ned Stark's.

It erupted into Brandon's in an instant as a snarl erupted and teeth baring. 'But I will not make peace with the bitch that raised one of my sister's killers at her tit and claims it to be saving the realm!'

I haven't seen that face since Brandon hung.Ashara realised as she looked at the wolf blooded Stark before her. The savagery of a wolf was all over his face, mixed with pain in those grey eyes.

"Aegon wouldn't have done this." Ashara defended hotly, thinking of the King she had raised.He betrayed me but he must have been convinced by his wife and the Council.

Jon snarled again. "Like he wouldn't betray you."

Ashara didn't like thinking about that.It must have been Daenerys. I can make peace between the two if I can convince him it was her.

"It was Daenerys that will have forced his hand. It was her that was last to leave the field according to you people!" Ashara replied quickly.

The snarl grew louder, echoing across the room as he stood up from his chair. "IT WAS TWO DRAGONS THAT KILLED THOUSANDS OF MY PEOPLE! IT WAS TWO OF THEIR SPAWN THAT DEMANDED WE BEND AND CALL THEM SAVIOUR! THEY BOTH KILLED MY SISTER!"

Her son's rage had stunned her to silence. She remembered his father's shouts for Aegon to come out an die. How he had cursed and snarled as he hung and Jon's Grandfather burnt. Even Rickard had that same look on his face before the wildfire consumed him. It was of a wolf that would eat the world.

"You'll doom yourself like this. Ned should have taught you better!" Ashara shouted back, hoping it would put some sense into him.

Jon's face turned even more wolfish in that moment, a cold rage sweeping across his body.

"THE FATHER THAT RAISED ME WENT TO WAR FOR HIS SISTER! I'LL DO THE SAME FOR HIS DAUGHTER AND FINISH WHAT THE FATHER THAT MADE ME PLANNED!"

Her son stood over her like that for some time, anger vibrating from his body. Then he calmed, returning to his seat as an icy face merged with the wolfish one. His grey eyes were still looking at her with hate.Could you not have tempered this Ned?

The two were silent, Jon's hands were on the sword and crown.He wants a war with them.

"What are you going to do to them?" Ashara asked.They've all promised blood. I can't stop this.

Jon stared at her and then the crown. "My brother died wearing that crown. I gutted the man that killed him and fed his head and blood to the heart tree."

He stopped for a moment and growled. "I'll do worse for taking my sister from the pack."

Ashara felt herself shudder at her son's promise.

"Two of your guards will be going home to Starfall. My cousin has given his support for House Stark in that scroll you brought for what he did to you. I will inform him of what I plan come spring." Jon said briefly.

"And what of me?" Ashara asked.

"Your guards will take you to Castle Cerwyn or anywhere you want in the North. But I won't have you near the pack." Jon answered with a snarl.

Ashara stood up to leave. "Your Father died against Targaryens for acting foolish. Don't doom thousands for something you can't guarantee winning. Dorne lost thousands to kill one dragon."

"The North Remembers Arya Stark."Jon growled as she left the room, guards escorting her to her chambers.

He's going to go to war for her. And I have lost both my sons.Ashara mourned as she felt the cold winds blow over her in the courtyard.

Hope you all enjoyed it! Some POVs fir this were harder than others. There will be one more chapter before a time jump. And fir anyone that wants a list of names fir who died. That will come in the time jump. I have something planned in illustrating that.

And Ashara is free tae go where she wants in the North but Jon cannae look at her waeout getting angry.

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