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Third Person POV
Winterfell, 292 AC, At the same moment.
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Jon looked at the in his hands, thoughtful about the weight of responsibility he now carried. It was very simir to the ons used by the white walkers, as if he were holding ice itself. Jon tightened his grip on this magical item and k would be a good addition to his expedition to the west of the nds beyond the wall.
Ned, walking alongside his son, as they approached the exit of the crypts, the daylight began to seep in, dispelling the shadows. Some inhabitants of the castle, who were waiting for their exit, looked surprised and admiring to see Jon carrying a bright . Murmurs began among them, and Arya reappeared with attentive eyes.
Arya, with her characteristic impatiend enthusiasm, was the first to approach them, her eyes fixed on the in Jon's hands. "JON, IS IT TRUE THAT YOU ARE LEAVING AFTER THIS?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of sadness and , as her mother had been saying that Jon would leave as soon as they left the crypts. Arya suddenly focused her attention on the shiny obje Jon's hands. "HEY, WHAT IS THIS BEAUTIFUL THAT YOU AND DAD BROUGHT FROM THE CRYPTS?" She asked hastily.
Arya's question about the bright only increased the curiosity of those present. Jon didn't answer immediately and looked at his father. Lord Stark interveo calm his daughter's s. "Jon will stay in the castle for a few more days, Arya," he informed her, reassuring her aablishing that Jon would remain in Winterfell for a while, despite the tensions that occurred earlier in the courtyard. Ned emphasized that Catelyn would not interfere with Jon's stay, as the boy would give moo the family and o be here to receive the shipment of gold.
Jon, in turn, addressed Arya with a brotherly smile. "I'll stay a few more days, little sister, and this is the of Winter. It was used by our aors to rule the North," he expined, his tone of voice den with respect for the heritage and history of the Stark family.
"Jon, why do you have this ? Are you going to be a king?" Arya asked, her eyes shining with admiration and curiosity. Jon smiled at his younger sister. "Actually, Arya, I am already a king. I founded a kingdom beyond the Wall called Artica," Jon expined, causing a mix of surprise and disbelief among the spectators, even though people first thought of Jon halluating like a child.
"Amazing!" Arya excimed, her voice full of admiration. She didn't doubt Jon's words for a moment, unlike some of the onlookers who still thought Jon was just fantasizing. Then, Arya's attention turo the swords on Jon's back, one in particur caught her attention. "Jon, why does your sword have a dragon hilt?" Arya asked, pointing to the peculiar sword.
"This is Dark Sister, the sword of Visenya Targaryen," Jon replied, uhing the Valyrian steel sword. The dark, wavy metal of the bde shone in the sunlight, capturing the attention of everyone around. It was a rare sight to see a Valyrian steel sword, especially oh so much history.
Arya's eyes widened, impressed by the sword that beloo one of the most iic figures ieros history. Jon, notig Arya's i, handed her the sword so she could hold it. She took it carefully, feeling the weight and history in her hands. The sword, once wielded by a great warrior, was now in the hands of a young girl who dreamed of adventures and battles.
"It's amazing, Jon! Visenya Targarye with her dragon, Vhagar!" She shouted with joy. "Be careful with that steel Arya, this is no joke," Ned warned his daughter.
Robb Stark, watg from the er of the courtyard, couldn't disguise his jealousy. He saw in Jon, who had left Winterfell as a boy three years ago, someone who now returned ed in glory and bearing legendary items. Theon Greyjoy, by his side, shared a simir se, both impressed and at the same time resentful of Jon's transformation.
"Father, I stay in my old room? Is it free?" Jon turo his father after sheathing the sword.
"Yes, you stay there," Ned replied, and Jon nodded.
"Let's go, Jon! I'll take you there!" Arya said with joy.
"I want to go too!" Bran emerged from among the guards and servants ao Jon and Arya.
"Shouldn't you be doing your tasks?" Jon raised an amused eyebrow.
"I escaped from the septa's lesson... Father, please, let me spend some time with my brother!! Please, please, please!" Arya pleaded like a kitten to Ned.
Lord Stark saw this and sighed. "Alright, you are relieved from your duties to spend time with Jon," he said, and Arya and Bran were very excited about it.
Jon, holding the of Winter, and apanied by his siblings, walked through the castle, attrag looks of admiration and astonishment. They arrived at an isoted part of the castle, and Jon looked at the door in front of him with a specific look.
In that pce, he used to cry tless times, g for a dead mother, that life wasn't easy for a bastard being judged by everyone, but now he had returned no longer as that boy. He was something greater, he was ready to face those pces with his up.
Opening the door, Joered the room, with Arya and Bran following closely. The room seemed smaller than he remembered, but every detail was still fresh in his memory. Arya, Jon's serious expression, asked softly:
"Jon, are you okay? I slept several times here."
"I am. You slept here?" Jon raised an eyebrow at this.
"Yes. Mother never liked it and even put a guard here, but I always did when I could," she said with some pride.
Bran, with his i curiosity, examihe room. "It looks like a normal room," he ented.
"It is, Bran," Jon smiled.
"Jon! Is it true that you live beyond the Wall with wildlings?! That you have giants and many giant wolves like the one yht?" He bombarded Jon with questions, and Jon ruffled his brother's hair.
Jon sat on the bed, the of Winter beside him, and looked at his siblings. "I have many stories, Bran. Would you like to hear them?"
"Yes, please tell me!" He said excitedly.
Jon looked at Bran and Arya with a smile. "Well, beyond the Wall, it's a pletely different world. Yes, Bran, there are wildlings, giants, dwarfs, and even giant animals. It's a pce full of mysteries and dangers."
"Dwarfs?! Like the Imp of the Lannisters?" Arya asked curiously.
"No Arya, that dwarf is a human with a geic error, I'm talking about real dwarfs, they are aire unity of small beings," Jon expined.
"That's incredible, Jon!" Bran excimed in admiration.
Arya approached, curious. "Have you ever fought a giant, Jon?"
Jon ughed. "A few times, but don't pare my strength to theirs, Arya. Giants are our allies and many of them my own people while living in Artids. They have their own culture, a bit different from ours. They helped us build Artid are living among us."
Bran seemed amazed. "And about yiant wolves? Are they like Ghost?"
"Yes, but ner. Ghost is special," Jon said proudly.
Arya, always enthusiastic about stories of ce and adventure, asked: "Jon, why do you have a dragon on your armor? Aren't they from the Targaryens?"
"Ah that..." Jon looked at the symbols on his body and smiled. "I tell, but you mustn't tell anyone about this," Jon smiled mysteriously.
"Yes! We promise not to tell ahe children excimed excitedly.
"I have a living dragon, he's as white as Ghost with green stripes," Jon spoke as if it were a secret to hide.
"Really?!"
"A dragon?!"
The children excimed in admiration, uo believe what they were hearing.
"How did you find him?!" Arya asked.
"Well... I received an egg..." Jon tio tell his story of hon was born to his younger siblings in that room.
The three siblings spent time together, Jon telling stories of his adventures and teags beyond the Wall.
Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Catelyn Stark was fervently arguing with Ned in his sor. "How you allow him to stay here after everything he said?" she questioned, indignant at Jon's prolonged presence.
Ned, maintaining his calm, tried to expiuation. "Catelyn, Jon has brought a signifit tribution to Winterfell and the North. He deserves our hospitality, at least for a few days."
Catelyn, however, was not easily vinced. "He is just a bastard, Ned. And now he talks about being a king? That's absurd!"
"You o uand, Catelyn," Ned insisted, "Jon is part of this family, whether you like it or not. He has brought honor ah to Winterfell, and he deserves our respect."
Catelyn, however, was blinded by her own vis. "He is a threat, Ned. You are being blind!"
"I will not listen to you talk about this anymore, Catelyn. Jon is uest and I have ehat you will not bother him! Listen to what I am saying, he will stay here a few days and it's better for you not to bother him with your venom. Otherwise, fet your authority in this house after this," hreatened with an intense look.
"Look at you, hat boy is clouding your mind with maniputions! He is pnning to take Winterfell!" she almost shouted.
"How you be so foolish, Jon is sending a lot of gold to this house, he has no political support and no one would accept it if Jon took Winterfell, why 't you see that?! Ahing, he has an army oher side of the Wall, it's better not to bee his enemy Cat, be rational for on your life, Jon won't usurp Robb!" Ned was tired of his wife's madness.
"You don't see how he is defying us now, a bastard should not act like this, he is a threat Ned. Even more so now that he has an army!" She tinued insisting.
Ned sighed, knowing that the discussion with Catelyn about Jon was always delicate. "He has ged, Catelyn. He is not the boy who left Winterfell. So don't provoke him, I'm warning you," Ned spoke with a tone of authority again.
Catelyn remained unsatisfied; she didn't respond to Ned ahe sor without saying anything.
Night fell in Winterfell, and Jon found himself at the servants' table, an unlikely pce for someone of his atus, but he didn't mind. Bran and Arya, defying expectations and protocol, chose to sit o Jon, preferring his pany to the formality of the high table with their family, to Catelyn's dismay. The children's decision had bee with reprimands from Catelyn, but Ned authorized their presenext to their brother.
Jon saw little Ri for the first time in his mother's arms and was happy to see the child; he wao hold him but khe fish would never allow that. Even looking at the boy, he already received dagger-like gres from Catelyn.
The table was filled with ughter and animated versations. Jon shared more stories of his adventures beyond the Wall and some he witnessed in green sight, his eyes always shining whenever he saw the fasation in Bran and Arya.
Arya, always curious and fearless, asked about every detail, while Bran listened with admiration, daydreaming about those distant nds. As the night progressed, the atmosphere in the dining room became warmer and more cheerful.
After dinner, Jon said goodbye to Bran and Arya, leaving them with a smile and promises of more stories in the ing days. He walked through the corridors of Winterfell, feeling the atmosphere of the pce he once called home.
Upon reag his old room, Jon slowly opehe door, allowing the memories to flood his mind once again. The room, though small and modest, tained fragments of his childhood, every er filled with memories of a simpler a more painful time.
He sat on the bed, now a man transformed by the journey beyond the Wall, but still ected to that space that once represented so much suffering and loneliness. The room, though full of ghosts of the past, no longer had power over him. Jon was now a leader, a king, and the walls of that room could not tain the magnitude of what he had bee.
The night advanced silently as he sat looking at the room from his bed, and Jon found an ued pea the solitude of that space. He no longer felt the sadhat once was, w if the day would be the same as the one before, if he would wake up the day and be judged for being a bastard son, a stain oark family. The judging eyes still tinued, as Jon could perceive, but that no longer affected him as before; he only felt pity for those people, who would live their lives in such a way until the end of their days.
Lying down on the bed, Jon calmly closed his eyes; he slept not as the bastard of Winterfell, but as Jon Artica, the King of Artica, a man whed his own path ainy with the help of the gods who smiled upon him.
The m, Jon chose not to join the family for breakfast. Instead, he headed to the castle's library, a pce he had been eager to explore since he ehe gates of Winterfell. The library of Winterfell, with its tall shelves filled with aomes, had always been a refuge for those seeking knowledge and uanding.
Jnized many books he had already read ao the ses he had not yet explored. As he lost himself among the books, Jon opened various tomes from the Stark colle. He flipped through the pages at high speed, immersing himself in the icles of a battles, the legends of the First Men, and the mysteries of the Children of the Forest with the knowledge the Starks had acquired. He spent more time looking at the battles of the Long Night; he had seen some of the fights, but wao see the thoughts of the Stark family on the Long Night after thousands of years. Sihe battle between the living and the dead was treated as a mere legend to scare children nowadays, Jon didn't care about that; he decided to end the threat from the north on his own without help from the south. If he tried something like that, he would just be ridiculed, and even if the south believed, nobody would help Arti the end, opting to stay behind the Wall.
Jo hours looking at the books, and theer Luwiered the library. The old maester, with his of various links around his neck, representing his knowledge in several areas, paused for a moment at the entrance, Jon. He always had a watchful eye and a ind, and seeing Jon, a young man he had seen grow up, now pletely absorbed in books, brought him a sense of satisfa.
"Jon," called Luwin, his calm and measured voice breaking the silence of the room. "It's good to see you still find fort in books. Is there something specific you are looking for?"
Jon looked up from the pages, a bit surprised at being interrupted, but also pleased to see a familiar face. "Maester Luwin, good m. I was just... refreshing my memory about some of the a legends of the North. They are fasating stories."
"Ihey are," Luwin agreed, approag. "The stories of the Starks and the North are deep and full of meaning. Is there something in particur that caught your attention?"
Jon closed the book he was reading a aside. "I'm ied in learning more about the a retioweearks and other mythical creatures of the North, like giants and the Children of the Forest. I believe knowledge of the past be useful for the future."
"I heard you have giants as panions, I would like to see such creatures. Many might not believe, but all ats affirm you with them," he said, thinking about the 4-meter-tall men.
"It's true, they are my people, I'm surprised to find the viewpoints of the a Starks on them in these books."
Luwin nodded, uanding. "The wisdom of the past always illumihe way to the future," he said and tinued. "Jon, it's good to finally have the opportunity to talk with you. It seems a lot has happened sihe st time we were together. How has life been beyond the Wall? You don't have to answer if you're too busy with these books," asked Luwin, genuinely ied, but also respeg someone in pursuit of knowledge.
"It's all right, I will be here for many days. We talk," Jon said a aside his book to speak with the maester.
Jon shared some of the details of his jouralking about his experiences and learnings. As the versatiressed, Luwin became increasingly impressed with Jon's maturity and intelligence, and his and of nguage. Despite his young age, Jon spoke with the wisdom of someone who had experienced and learned far more than most in his lifetime.
"You have a remarkable perspective, Jon. Your uanding of matters is hy for someone of ye," observed Luwin.
"I've learned many things and even speak a few nguages," Jon said, making Luwin even more surprised.
During the versation, Jon demonstrated his skill in various nguages. He spoke fluently in High Valyrian, the old tongue, Braavosi Valyrian, the Dothraki nguage, and even the plex nguage of the closed try like Yi-Ti. Luwin articurly impressed with this ability.
"Jon, your fluen so many nguages is extraordinary. It reveals not just your intelligence, but also a breadth of knowledge that shouldn't be possible for a boy of ye, this is intriguing how you learned all this beyond the Wall in this pce called Artica," Luwin ented, admiringly.
Jon had to learn these nguages, studying various subjects with different peoples; he learo uand all the knowledge in these st two years.
"Jon, it's truly incredible how much you've learned and grown in the past three years," said Luwin, looking at Jon with a mix of admiration and surprise. "When I st saw you, you were a curious child, but now... You have wisdom that would embarrass many of my colleagues at the Citadel."
"Thank you, Master Luwin, I was lucky to find a great master beyond the Wall, I learned a lot from him."
"I would like to meet this master, Jon. Someone who could have taught you all his knowledge is truly extraordinary. But not just that, you really have araordinary mind, Jon. You would have been a great student here in Winterfell, but it seems that the world beyond the Wall has been your true home now," Luwin said thoughtfully.
Jon and Maester Luwin tio talk until mid-m. Jon bid farewell to Luwin ahe library. He headed to the training yard; he wao sharpen some of his skills in that familiar pce, full of memories.
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