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Third Person POV
Winterfell, 292 AC, At the same moment.
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Jo Ghost to Wolfwoods, and father and soered the castle. Ned and Jon walked together towards the sor, passing some servants, a familiar space for both, but den with distinct memories. As they crossed the corridor, Ned watched Jon carefully, noting his fident posture and the way his eyes analyzed every detail around them.
Upoering the sor, a pce filled with stories and decisions of the past, Jon paused for a moment, his eyes sweeping the room that remained unged since his st visit. The bookshelves, the rge wooden table, and Lord Stark's chair - all as he remembered. For Jon, however, this pce brought back memories of a time when he felt marginalized and uain of his p the world. The st time he had been there, the circumstances had beehan pleasant, marked by difficult versations and unfortable lies, but he no longer cared, this was no longer his home and frankly, did he even care whether the truth about the theft came out or not? Why should he fight for a p a location he despised, where he did not io stay long?
Sitting opposite Ned, Jon cast a serious look. The initial silence was broken by Jon, who did not hesitate to express his iions. "Father, let's not waste time, I want two things," said Jon, his voice showing a maturity and dire that surprised Ned.
Ned, seated in his chair, leaned slightly fiving his full attention to his son. He was used to leading, to making decisions, but at that moment, he realized he was fag a young man who had grown far beyond the walls of Winterfell. He had a pletely different aura from 2 years ago, he was fierce, fearlessly rebutting those around him now. Jon seemed anything but an 11-year-old child to Ned, not at all parable to Theon and his heir son, his eyes, though the same shade of green he had witnessed 2 years ago, now seemed muature, not to mention they even reflected a certain public disgust for them. Jon had disappeared 2 years ago aurned as a fierce boy, different from the more passive behavior he had at the time, he could eve his wife's tongue, whatever had happened beyond the wall with the child, it seems he had not only sharpened his sword. But his tongue and mind seemed to have made him a fierce speaker in any discussion, he basically trolled the situation in the courtyard without fear of punishment even being a child with only 11 namedays. Despite his disgust at how the boy acted, even with his wife despising him, Ned also had a bit of pride, he had to admit.
"Speak, Jon. What do you want?" asked Ned, ready to listen and uand the demands that made his son leave the north of the wall to e here and apparently, this was the main reason for his son's transformative visit. The courtyard case should be ignored for now.
Jon looked steadily at his father and replied clearly. "I want the of Winter and I want Old Nan and her family."
Ned's eyes widened, surprised by the first request. "The of Winter? But that was lost geions ago, long before even Aegon arrived ieros."
"No, father. It's in the crypt, in one of the chambers. Don't ask me how I know this, but I'm telling the truth," Jon replied with uling calm.
"And why do you want the of Winter?" asked Ned, still trying to process the information.
"I founded a try called Arctic, beyond the Wall. Lord ander Mormont must have mentio in his letter. As its founder and leader, I've taken the role of its king," Jon expined with surprising calm.
He tinued, revealing more about his pns. "I'm building a wall to protect my city and my people. But to plete this task, I he help of giants. The of Winter, an a relic of the Kings of Winter, holds great significe for them. I remembered a tradition, something I saw in the old records about Brandon the Builder. When the giants helped to raise the Wall, the Kings of Winter made a pact with them using this . Many may have fotten, but the giants have not; if they find a worthy bearer, they will follow him, just like the pact between Skagos and the Starks."
ark remained silent, trying to absorb the flood of information Jon had just revealed. The idea of Jon founding a try beyond the Wall and prog himself king was something Ned could never have imagined. "Arctica," a hat sounded as distant and mysterious as the nds it represented.
"You... founded a kingdom beyond the Wall?" Ned finally asked, his voice mixing admiration and disbelief. "And now you are its king?"
Jon nodded with a fidehat seemed to emanate from every word. "Yes, father. And I have a people to care for."
"Jon... I heard from the Lord ander's letter, but it's still hard to believe..." Ned admitted.
"I know, but I affirm with my life that it exists." Jon spoke firmly, and Ned sighed.
"I 't disagree, Jon... Look at you, you're the proof of anything you say... I'm proud of you, Jon. I just want to know what you pn regarding the southern kingdoms by building this kingdom?" Ned wao ask. Jon could shift the entire political power with a new kingdom beyond the wall, the muster of 500 giants already screamed that.
Jon maintained his firm gaze on Ned, refleg the seriousness of the subject. "As for the Seven Kingdoms and the south, my position is clear. As long as they don't interfere or harm Arctica, we will maintain peace. I have no i in flicts with the southern kingdoms, as long as mutual respect is upheld," said Jon, his voice veying unwaveriermination.
Ned nodded slowly, abs Jon's diplomatic but firm stance. "And the wall? The wildling attacks have always been a ... knowing there's a kingdom with armored soldiers and giants, it's going to scare the entire realm."
Jon smiled slightly, as if anticipating this question. "My stance will be ral, but this will ge, father. Part of the reason I founded Arctica is to unify the tribes beyond the Wall. With Arctica, the attacks to the south will signifitly decrease. I will ehat. I'm establishing a new order beyond the Wall, where stant flict gives way to peaceful coexistehe free people have many tribes with scarce resources, they end up having no choice but to raid the northern kingdom, I'm not validating their as, raiding is still raiding, but with a kingdom that guarahis need, many will opt for a peaceful life, and I deal with anyone who has wrong ideas in my nds."
Ned observed Jon, surprised and impressed by the maturity and political vision his son dispyed. "This... This could ge everything, Jon. If you achieve it, you might bring sting peace after thousands of years of struggle."
"That's the pn, father. Arctica isn't just a refuge for those beyond the Wall, but a symbol of unity and strength. I want it to be a pce where everyone - wildlings, giants, dwarves - live and prether," Jon expined with a passion that shone in his eyes.
Ned felt a mix of pride and apprehension. "You have my support, Jon. And that of Winterfell too, as long as Arctica's iions remain peaceful."
"Thank you, father. I promise that Arctica will be a loyal ally to the North and the Wall. Together, we build a safer future for everyone."
"Yes, now about the pact with the giants you mentioned...", he said, returning to the extraordinary story his soioned earlier.
Jon, sensing Ned's hesitation, added a crucial detail. "To obtain the of Winter, I offer Winterfell 400,000 golden dragons. And after my death, the will return here, where it belongs, with the Starks. Do you think that's fair?"
Ned shifted from pride to a state of astonishment. Four huhousand gold dragons! It was a colossal sum, equivalent to 80% of House Stark's guarded treasure. "Jon, where did such wealth e from?" Ned asked, his voice trembling with surprise and a hint of paternal .
Jon responded with a light but fident smile. "Arctica has its own resources, father. I am a king, and I say I am as wealthy as a major house in the south, perhaps not as much as the Tyrells or Lannisters, but that will ge in a few years," said Jon. Ned was at a loss for words, his son, a prince of the realm he had hidden to proteow g to be a king beyond the Wall and him 400,000 gold s for a Stark house symbol hidden somewhere amidst spider webs.
Ned remaihoughtful, Jon, who dispyed an impressive maturity for his age. The question about Old Nan still echoed in his mind when he finally decided to address it. "And why Old Nan, Jon?" he asked, curious about Jon's choice.
Jon answered with a vi refleg his sideration and respect for the old nurse. "Father, Old Nan is more than just a caretaker. She raised grandfather and has a deep knowledge of our northern culture. She's surrounded by southerners here, and I feel this enviro is no lohe best for her or for Hodor. Your wife has wao get rid of her for years, so I want to take her to Arctica, where she have the peace she deserves aeach our people about the traditions of the North. She will be valued and respected, as she should be."
Ned, uanding Jon's logid respect for the old nurse, nodded slowly, knowing how his wife often pined about the elderly woman. "If she agrees, Jon, you take her. As for the of Winter, sidering we don't have a king in the North and your initiative in Arctica, I grant it to you without cost."
Jon, surprised and grateful for his father's generosity, responded with a gesture of appreciation. "In that case, father, since yivihe for free, I would like to make a donation to House Stark. I am donating 400,000 gold dragons. Ask the men on the Wall to allow the passage of the shipment I prepared exclusively to e to Winterfell. House Stark use this gold as they see fit, whether for their own be or to help the people of the North."
Ned looked at Jon, impressed by his generosity and sense of responsibility. A smile of pride and satisfa lit up his face. "Thank you, Jon. Yenerosity will be a great help to the North and our house."
After the generous agreement, Ned and Jon stood up to visit the crypts of Winterfell, where the of Winter was stored acc to Jon. As they walked through the corridors of the castle, the hat they were going to the crypts spread quickly, arousing curiosity and surprise among the Stark family members and castle inhabitants.
Catelyn, hearing the news, felt distent. "Why is the bastard still in this castle!?" she murmured to herself.
Arya, oher hand, was excited about the idea of apanying Jon ao the crypts. " I e too, father?" she asked, approag them in the courtyard after she escaped from the septa, her eyes shining with excitement. But acc to Jon, the was in a very deep part of the crypt and would not be safe for his you daughter.
Bran also appeared, drawn by the adventure. "I want to see too!" he excimed, wishing to join them.
"Sorry, children. But where we're going will be dangerous, it won't be safe for you, wait for us outside," Ned spoke firmly, leaving the children sad.
Ned and Jon, with only a torch to light the way, ehe crypts of Winterfell, a pemory and respect for the aors of House Stark. Enveloped by the sacred quiet, they desded the stoairs, the sound of their steps eg off the cold, damp walls.
The torchlight cast ghostly shadows over the rows of statues that lihe corridor. Each statue, a representation of a Stark from the past, stared at the living with expressions carved in stoy eyes that seemed to follow the two visitors.
As they progressed, they reached the first part of the crypt where the statues of Brandon, Rickard, and Lyanna Stark stood solemn and imposing. opped before them, the torchlight flickering over the stoures, bringing a sense of closeo the past.
He looked at the statue of his brother Brandon with a look of reverence. "My brother Brandon," Ned said softly, "he was destined freat things, but his life was cruelly cut short."
o Brandon stood the statue of his father, Rickard Stark. The expression on the sculpted face veyed strength and dignity, a reminder of the legacy he had left for his family and the North.
And then, there was Lyanna. Her statue had a serene, almost mencholic beauty. Ned sighed, his eyes lingering on her. "Lyanna..." he murmured, "a beloved sister, whose death still weighs heavily on my heart."
Jon observed each statue, abs the history and the weight of the Stark lihat ran in his veins. "All of them were lost in the fall of the Targaryens, weren't they?" Jon asked curiously.
"Yes..." Ned spoke with sadness in his memories of the war that occurred more than 10 years ago.
Jon approached the statue of Lyanna, his aunt, a figure always shrouded in mystery and sadness. "Aunt Lyanna," he spoke, his voice low, "I always wondered what it would have been like to know her."
For a moment, Ned was nervous about this. Unsure of what to say with Jon in front of his true mother. Jon noticed his father's nervousness, but he attributed it to painful memories; he couldn't see the green dream because it was blocked, but the stories only told of death or the rise of Robert Baratheon.
"Shall we tinue, Jon?" His father spoke, and Jon took his eyes off the woman who so captivated his attention, as if she wao say something to him, and turned back to his father.
"Let's move on," Jon said.
Then, resuming their purpose, they went deeper into the crypts. Jon now led the way, moving as if he had been in that pce hundreds of times. They arrived at the se where the Kings of Winter began, all staring with firm eyes.
"They have been here for thousands of years..." Jon ented.
"It's not a bad thing for a Stark, we've always had this tradition sihe beginning of our family," Ned ented as they tio desd and the path became even more a.
"We are quite deep down, I've never been here, are you sure about the way, Jon?" Ned asked a bit cautiously, as they were quite deep below at this point.
"Yes, I'm sure it's this way, don't worry," Jon said, his voice eg off the cold walls.
After a silent and reflective jourhrough the crypts, Jon and Ned arrived in front of an imposing statue of a King of Winter who lived more than five thousand years ago. The atmosphere around the statue was almost reverent, charged with a sense of antiquity and long-fottes.
"This is Edrick Stark, known in his time as Edriowbeard." Jon began. This king was an enigmatic figure in the lost history of the Starks, whn had been marked by troversial decisions and a plex legacy. "He ruled during a tumultuous time and made many decisions that deeply affected the North thousands of years ago. One of them was hiding the of Winter."
Ned, curious, asked, "Why would he do that, Jon? Hide su important symbol of our history?"
Jon looked at the statue, his eyes refleg disdain. "He was known to be quite selfish and fearful. The legend says that Edrick feared the of Winter falling into the wrong hands or being used for power cims he disagreed with. Instead of trusting his heirs and the wisdom of future Kings of Winter, he decided to hide the , believing that only a truly worthy king could find it."
"So, he distrusted even his own blood..." Ned murmured, ptive.
"Yes. Edrick hid the in the pce where he would be buried, g it was stolen, leading the North into turmoil, as they believed it was the Andals trying to domihe North and sending thieves," Jon cluded.
Jon, without hesitation, uhed his Valyrian steel sword, its bde refleg the faint torchlight. The sword, a gift from the Targaryens, was a rare and powerful relid Ned couldn't help but admire its beauty and the way Jon wielded it with fidend respect.
"Jon, that sword..." Ned began, surprised, already reizing which sword it was.
"It's Valyrian steel, Dark Sister, a gift I received," Jon interrupted, focused on his task. He positioned himself e stone, which seemed to be a hidderance beside the statue. With a surprising effort, dispying almost superhuman strength, Jon began to move the stone. Ned watched, astonished by his son's strength aermination.
With one final push, Jon mao remove the stone, revealing a secret space behind the statue. Inside, on a stoal, rested the of Winter, as legendary as it was fotten. The appeared to be made of sculpted ice, with each detail shimmering uhe faint light, like eternal ice crystals refleg in the only light they had in that darkness.
Ned approached, his expression a mix of admiration and disbelief. "The of Winter... I never imagi actually existed beh us all this time..."
Jon looked at the with an almost sacred gaze. "It exists, father. And it's a symbol of the power of the Kings of Winter, a link to our past."
Ned looked at Jon, "You really found it, I really want to know how you know all this, even about the king who hid it, but I'm sure I won't like the answer." Ned said.
"Greenseeing." Jon shrugged.
[This photo doesn't really match the characters' ages at that moment, but I included it because I thought it was cool.]
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