Jon Snow

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"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come." [Closed rp blog for Kingdom of Seven]

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Fire and Blood, Skulls and Snow

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Fire and Blood, Black Brothers

Aegon had already had the pleasure to meet with Jaime Lannister, upon arrival to White Harbor; now though the Goldenhand’s Lord Commander stood before him. In black fur, upon black leather, Lord Snow appeared less a man and more a wraith to Prince Aegon. Of course dressed in his own blacks Aegon supposed they looked more alike than he had at first realised they would upon meeting the Lord Commander. In what the prince guessed was an ironic play of the Gods’, Lord Snow’s men were bedecked in blacks as was appropriate; Aegon’s in plate of gilded steel, an honor for the Company’s most lethal fighters, and Aegon’s unofficial guard.

Here in the middle of the street not so far from the Manderly Court, Aegon had let his silver hair announce his coming for those who had not seen him already, his helm still tucked under his arm. Thankfully no crowd gathered around them currently and Aegon was able to drop some formality.

“Lord Commander Jon Snow” Aegon stopped as he was addressed and his men fell into line behind him. “I do believe you need no introduction, every man from here to Dorne knows your name and face.”

Aegon returned the slight nod of his head, a mark of respect for a man bound so deeply to his words he had thus far forsaken taking chance at the throne.

“If you see words in private, we shall have them. The cabin aboard my ship shall suffice, and I have a gift for you aboard anyways.” Aegon waved his hands and the mercenary guards moved to escort the men and the brothers back to the docks.

“I must admit that I am surprised that my reputation extends to Dorne,” he replied with a shrug, stroking his beard for a moment before continuing to speak, “however that is besides the point, I appreciate the compliment however.”

He looked at the army spread out before him in the bay of White Harbour. “Then let us make haste, for what I have to say to you needs to be made public sooner, rather than later.” He paused for a second before beginning the trek to the ship, he hoped that it wasn’t too long. He had much to say to the person who could potentially be his brother.

Harrold had been surprised that Sansa had wanted her fathers bastard at the ceremony at the Godswood since it was for close friends and family but she had told him that Jon was her brother and had been quite insistent on it. “The news at the wall shocked and concerned us all. I hope the people responsible are no longer living.” It was a crime and he thought the Wildlings were responsible. “You have a gift? Jon, you are too kind.”

Shaking his head gently, Jon bit his lip. “I wonder whether they were ever alive,” his tale of the others attacking the wall was treated as a joke across the realms. But that didn’t matter. It was the truth. “Onto brighter, happier things,” he said, reaching into a small bag and drawing out the cloak that was bundled up within, “forgive me, it isn’t much, but I hope you find it satisfactory.”

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When she took the clock, she was touched by it and was made speechless for a while. In her younger years, she had never been close with Jon because she was worried what their relationship would be like for her mother but in her years after the war, she liked to think she was close with him. “This is beautiful.” All the more so after what they had heard of what happened at the Wall. She gently placed the cloak down and gave her brother a hug. “Thank you so much for this Jon. I really do love it. It is beautiful.”

Smiling gently at Sansa, he couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t actually his sister. After everything that the Stark family had been through, it was beginning to occur to him that he wasn’t truly a Stark. He was something more. “You’re most welcome,” he said with a bright smile as he embraced her in return, holding her tightly for a moment before stepping back. “I hope it keeps you warm, being this high up, it must get cold.”

The Truth Will Set You Free || Jaime and Jon

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Normally, Jaime would have been able to keep his mouth shut but he could not with this because he was drunk on the pain and fear from his injury as well as what caused it. Then, of course, was the sweetest thing of all, Ned Stark was not so honorable and a liar just like the rest of them. How smug you were to me, Stark. He almost laughed.

“From his own wife? I know you have sworn not to ever wed but that tarnishes the union. He let you grow up being hated and scorned while the people you thought to be your siblings were loved by that woman. I feel for her more than I do for you. She really loved him and she died ont knowing the lie he said to her. To think, he criticized Cersei for the father of her children and lying about it. Ned Stark the hypocrite. Much better than honorable.” He turned to face his lord commander. “Even without your mother being who she was, he still would have killed you because of your father. At least, he would have had my father order it and then The Mountain would have done it to you like he did the others that day. Perhaps not. He loved your uncle. We will never know.”

Jaime laughed. “Yet, he is. Robb is not your brother. Bran is not your brother. Rickon is not your brother and this other person might not even be Aegon Targaryen. I saw the bodies that day, draped in red. It might have been Aegon Targaryen.”

It was always so damned cold north of the wall. But the chills that ran through him as Lannister continued to utter his filth were not that of cold, they were of a gentle, chilling realization that what Jaime Lannister spoke of was sadly the truth. It was still a shockm, one that was slowly settling into his system, confirming the truth in his bones that he had almost always known. He had never really fit in with the Starks. There was a good reason for that. He wasn’t one of them. He had never fully been a Stark.

“His decisions are not mine!” he replied snapping at his subordinate, “and you would do well to remember that even though I am the nephew of someone that you considered to be an enemy, that does not mean that you can talk to me anyway you please.” He shifted in his chair, looking at the man lying in the infirmary in front of him. “You had an incestous relationship and lied about your children’s parents, that is a very different matter.” He paused and shook his head gently.

“He is more my brother than any other man alive who is not a man of the Watch.” He gulped for a second and shook his head. “I’ve never met the man, I am suddenly now half a Targareyn and yet |I have no way of knowing whether this pretender prince is my brother, not to mention that Daenerys is potentially my aunt.”

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“Correct me if I am wrong but a Dire Wolf is a little different to a dragon and her age does not impact her skills at taming a beast such as that.” Everyone had faith in Sansa but Stannis had very little faith in a girl that had barely even seen such creatures never mind taming the things. “Tarly, I’ve men him. Not offence but the man is a bit of a fool, such a tender spirit for a man of the watch.” So finally Stannis had an eye witness account but he did not fully trust Jon Snow or his decisions. “You want me to believe the words of a Night’s Watch deserter and a king slayer?”

“Aye, but that does not change the belief I have in her, she is going to prove you wrong your grace, forgive me for saying it, but I think that she will surprise you.” He smiled gently and shrugged again. “He is a different sort of man than you are used to, perhaps. This of course is true, but there has never been a man with a sharper mind than that of Samwell’s and I trust him with my life.”

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“And who shall train them?” As far as Stannis knew, there was only one Targaryen left and she was in exile and there were rumors of another Targaryen but Stannis held no faith in them. “You are telling me that you are believing in this nonsense? Some men tell me it was wildlings while others are already half mad. What proof do you have, Snow?”

“Sansa managed to train an incredibly obedient Dire Wolf at the simple age of 11 years.” He shrugged gently. “I have faith that she will be able to train her dragon if it ever hatches.” He paused for a moment, almost reminded of the icy chill of the Others. He had been fighting them for so many years, without really fighting them. It was a cold war, in all manners of the world. “I’ve seen them with my own eyes, my maester, Samwell Tarly killed one with Dragonglass on a ranging north of the wall and another black brother Jaime Lannister had an encounter with them too. But it is more than that. The Wildlings would have gone on to rape and reave, Mole’s Town would’ve been next, then the White Harbour or the Last Hearth. But Castle Black and the wall was the only target. This was no wildling attack. This was the others testing our defenses and they found out how weak we were.”

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Fire and Blood, Skulls and Snow

The plan had changed, their course had been corrected. Now where once a warm gust had pushed Aegon, Jon Connington and the Golden Company past Lys and towards The Stepstones, a frigid cutting gale howled and tore them towards the docks of White Harbour. The ship ‘Dragons Return’ still made good time; despite her monstrous figurehead gathering a frosting of icicles, that formed a beard on the underside of its jaw, while snow caked the deck.

Aegon had taken his customary place at the bow of the ship, despite the sun being well overhead. Land beckoned the Prince to make port, while the call of gulls had stirred the men to action after weeks of complaining. It had never in his wildest imaginings been Aegon’s intent to land in The North, but a captured pirate ship had courted urgent action; The Night’s Watch horn had been blown, their call sent out.

The captain’s booming voice carried orders over the sound of waves, men, gull and port. He pushed sailors to furl sail and prepare for land. Aegon’s surrogate father, Jon Connington, matched him in instruction of his knights and mercenaries, they prepared armour, and hoisted banners, Dragon and Company both.

Aegon wore thick, black, bear-fur gloves, a matching doublet, slashed with cloth-of-gold, and breaches stained as dark as squid ink. If he didn’t know better himself, he would have guessed he was a brother of the Night’s Watch. The docks were clearly visible now, ornately lined with mermen of House Manderly, and white washed with snow and salt in equal measure. As ‘Dragons Return’ and her accompanying fleet sailed ever closer to the docks, Aegon turned to face Jon Connington. Beside the ageing knight a legion of mercenaries formed on the deck to escort Aegon to his first steps onto Westerosi soil.

Aegon knew the first impression was vital, he needed to send a message without words from this port to rest of westerns. He addressed the men in front of him, just as he and Jon had practiced.

“We approach White Harbour, not as conquerers but as saviours. The Night’s Watch calls for aid and The Golden Company shall answer! House Targaryens shall answer! You men are no longer mercenaries working for fat merchants and false princes. You are going to defend the world from frost and death, kingdoms will be in debt to your service.”

He smiled widely at his legion of mercenaries, the eyes of every man on board fixed to the young prince. On every other ship his words were being read out by commanders with equal gusto.

“So join me now and claim honour, claim victory, turn the black brothers to gold, and reclaim your homes. My name is Aegon Targaryen and Westeros will know you brought me home!”

He pumped his fist to the overcast sky and a roar went up from his ship, as if in chorus the hundred ships of his fleet joined their call. Their clamour washed over the waves and Aegon was sure all of White Harbour heard his men.

“Let Westeros know that I have returned, and The Iron Throne will be reforged, by fire and blood!”

Jon had been visiting Eastwatch-By-The-Sea, to assess the situation in the castle. The few men that were left in the Night’s Watch could hold two of the three castles that they had to hold to control the wall. Currently he had sent Wildling Allies to the Shadow Tower to hold it. That made Castle Black and Eastwatch his resposibility.

As he worked however, he couldn’t help but think of the new found brother that he had gained. Though he would always think of the Stark children as siblings, even if they were only in reality his cousins. That did not change the fact that his half brother was sailing towards White Harbour with a host of mercenaries. That was what the scouts had said and though Robb would not like it, well Jon felt some apprehension at the matter.

As they arrived, he had been waiting for them. It was not a long ride from the Castle to White Harbour and when the few scouts he had left had spotted them, he had led a party of black brothers to White Harbour himself.

“Aegon Targareyn,” he said with a gentle nod of his head, “my name is Jon Snow, I am the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch and I would have words with you in private.”

She had wondered the grounds aimlessly; her mind drifting in and out of memories, her brothers had walked these paths before her, they had travelled the seven kingdoms in both time of peace and war, and now they were nothing much like her father. She often tried not to show it, the ghosts she carried with her, for everyone had lost in the war, but a part of her sometimes selfishly thought, that she had lost more. It was childish though but it couldn’t be helped, Alys took a deep breath of winters air, finally breaking out of her thoughts noticing another in her presence. “Forgive me I did not mean to intrude.”

Jon remembered the young, former Karstark. He supposed that if you traced their lineage back far-enough you would eventually find some example of them being distantly related. But the revelation of who his real parents were weighed too heavily on his mind for him to truly think of that. “There is nothing to forgive,” he replied with a gentle smile, he had always retained a soft spot for her, “what can I do for you Lady Thenn?”

The Truth Will Set You Free || Jaime and Jon

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To learn that the man who you thought to be your father was not and had lied to you your entire life must have been hard but Jaime was not feeling sympathy for Jon. He was feeling smug that he knew something about Ned, that he helped discover something that tarnished the mans famous honour. There was no sympathy felt, just some satisfaction.

“I know Wylla. For a time she tried to say that she was mother if I remember correctly but your Uncle soon put that to bed but he let people believe that you were his and Ashara Dayne’s bastard which Catelyn Stark even thought. I heard that when she asked him, he grew furious. Adding to those rumors. They called him honorable, they should have called him a liar.” His hatred for Ned Stark was known and he would not hide from it. Is that a tear, Snow? he thought but would not ask it. “No. Your father was not a cruel man and he would have been a King I would have served gladly and with honor. He was not cruel but the man you thought to be your father was cruel. He let you grow up and suffer Catelyn’s cruelty because he did not tell her who you really are and for that she treated you unkindly. If she had known you were his nephew and not his bastard, it would have been different.” After all you thought of me, Ned. “There is another rumour that may concern you,” he began, “that one of Rhaegar’s legitimate children survived. Aegon. I have not seen the man but if the rumors are true then you will have a brother but you will still be only his bastard half brother.”

Sighing gently, Jon restrained himself from hitting Jaime. It would not do to tarnish his own honour by harming someone who was unable to fight. Once upon a time, he would’ve dueled Jaime and probably would’ve lost. Jaime Lannister was said to fight like no other, that was of course until he lost his hand and things changed for him. He was still able, still capable, however it meant that he was more vulnerable and with his recent wounds at the hand of a white walker, Jon would not harm someone.

“He lied to protect me,” Jon snapped without hesitation, his father, his uncle, it did not matter what had happened in the past. Eddard Stark had been the most honourable man that he had ever known. “If he had told anyone, even his wife, there was a chance that Robert Baratheon would have found out and that would have brought about my death, do you think for a moment that Robert Baratheon would have allowed me to live? Knowing that I was what he would have never had from my mother?!” His heart rumbled with anger, with pain, with fury. This was his lot in life. The perpetual joke. The perpetual falsehood. He sighed gently and slumped further into his chair, his hand wrapping even more tightly around Longclaw. Would he tell anyone? He could not make that decision on his own. He needed someone to talk to who wasn’t Jaime Lannister.

“Aye, I have heard tell, tales of this boy, yet he is no brother of mine.” All except blood. “The affairs of the realm hold no interest to me, my job is to try to protect the realm from the Others who are gathering their forces outside of our walls.”

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Harrold looked up to see the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch and the bastard half brother of his wife. He supposed they were family now. Normally he would not give bastards the time of day but Jon was different because of his status at the Wall. “Your best wishes are appreciated. I am sure that Sansa was glad that you turned up at all. Were you at the ceremony in the Godswood?”

Nodding gently, Jon spoke in his rough voice. “Yes, I was able to attend the ceremony, though I sadly couldn’t stay for the celebrations afterwards, there was too much business for me to attend to and with the recent casualties that my brothers and I have been unfortunate enough to suffer, well there is still a lot to do.” He sighed gently. “But I have a little time now your grace and I thought I would give my best. As well as a gift.”

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There had been so many people at her wedding that she lost track of how long people stayed, most of her thoughts had been so preoccupied with the guests and making sure that there would be no bloodshed that she did not pay too much attention. “It certainly is extraordinary,” she answered with a small sigh. “You did not have to get me a gift. We are family. You were present at my wedding and that was all I wanted.”

“Aye,” he said with a smile, thinking back to that day in the snow that had been so many years ago. That had been years and years ago though, their father had just beheaded a deserter of the nights watch. They had not known what was going to happen but the gift of a dragon’s egg had reminded him of another time. “I am the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, apparently a dying breed, however even I am not so foolish enough as to think that you would not appreciate a gift.” He smiled before gently holding out a thickly wrapped cloak. “Some friends of mine from the North made this for you.”

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House Mallister and their recruitments to the nights watch had reduced significantly within the recent years so it was a strange surprise to see some of them in his parlour. “I’ll cover the cost of rooms a the taverns you require but as lord commander you are welcome to stay in the castle.”

Once Jon would have been too proud to accept the offer, but now after all of these years he learned when he needed to accept kindness when it was offered. “My thanks, my men will be thankful for it too, a few of them had the pleasure of serving underneath Ser Dennis Mallister, it is good to know that he was not the only good man in your family.”

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Ironman’s Bay had been full of attacks in the passing weeks and it was starting to affect the local trade. Many of the fishermen refused to venture down to their boats for fear of more attacks from the Iron Born, something that Bryce and his father had to discuss more frequently as of late. The immense bronze bell of the booming tower rung across the Mallister lands as Bryce finally finished his correspondence. He still had yet to hear from any of his higher ranking lords or kings on the matter of the Iron islanders and what the Greyjoy’s were planning with their self-appointed king. Half way through his duties, Bryce was made aware that a visitor had come to Seagard but nothing about their name or station was mentioned. “I apologize for the lack of welcome,” Bryce explained as he entered his guest parlor. “My father is away and I was attending to my duties. Can I get you something to eat after your trip, or some wine?”

“There is nothing to apologise for Lord Mallister,” he said as he settled into a chair opposite the young lord. “I was simply passing through and hoping for a place to stay tonight. Me and the few men that I have brought with me are weary and hungry from our travels and your father has always been relatively accomodating of the Night’s Watch.”

Harrold had three dragons and presenting Sansa with an egg of her own only caused Stannis and few others to worry about what Harrold could be planning in terms of breeding these dragons and furthering his power over the realm. “And now we shall have four dragons, how did no one see this coming?”

“We will need all the dragons, men, women and every other resource at our disposal to fight the darkness that is coming down from the North, your grace,” he replied, he had no time for the politics of the realm. The Night’s Watch was all but a corpse, they needed everything that they had to protect the realm and that included Stannis, Harrold and the damn dragons. “Personally I am gladdened by the fact that there may be a new dragon, if there is anything that stands a chance against the Others it is a dragon.”

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The celebration had been keeping Harrold busy from some of his duties and list of things to do as King. With the wedding now done and most people returned home, he was catching up on his letters and had been completely immersed in the parchment when he heard some footsteps approch. Without looking up, he addressed his guest. “I will be with you in a moment, I am just signing this letter. What is it that I can do for you?”

“My apologies,” he said quietly, “I did not wish to disturb you, your grace, I simply wished to give you my best after your wedding to my sister, I was saddened that I was unable to stay for longer, but my duties at the wall would not permit it.”

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