[Chapter Size: 2700 Words.]

  Third Person POV.Winterfell.

  ...

  ...

  Jon approached the stage at the front of the hall, while almost no one seemed to care about him going up there—after all, no one paid much attention to bards; only their music mattered at moments like these.

  "What's your name, d?"Above the stage stood a man who introduced the performers; after all, everyone was curious to see if there was a famous bard among them.

  "Dovahkiin," Jon said as the man nodded and turned back to the audience before him.

  The man found the range, as did everyone else, but shrugged and spoke as Jon climbed up."We have the honor of meeting the bard, Dovahkiin!" he annouo the hall.

  The people g the stage, w what kind of hat was, but paid no real attention to Jon. They quickly resumed their versations, expeg no more than a pleasant melody to cheer them up in the background.

  Jon was closer thao the main table now, only 20 meters away, pared to the 50 meters to the table at the back. He shrugged as well; hardly anyone had truly looked at him after his name was annouaking up his lute, he pyed a few chords to test the tuning Mance had set up.

  "Haven't you tuned your lute yet?"The announcer wasn't pleased as Jon adjusted the strings.

  "..."Jon didn't respond to the man's irritation, tinuing to set the lute to his liking. Jon had natural talents, most of which he had discovered in Skyrim. Beyond sying dragons and being a bloodthirsty warrior, he also knew how to py a melody, move a maiden to tears, or inspire a crowd to revel to the sound of his music.

  Finally, he was ready and began to py.

  "You seem ied in that bard, Lord Reed," Benjen remarked, noting the lord's fixed gaze oage as they spoke.

  Benjen reized the man as the one causing a stir at the far end of the hall earlier, now standing oage. Lord Reed's gaze was sharp, moving from the tables to the bard, though Benjen couldn't uand why.

  "Let's just say he reminds me of someone from a long time ago," Lord Reed said, recalling the tour at Harrenhal, where a certain prince made a Stark maiden cry with the beauty of his harp.

  The sound finally emerged from the stage, beginning with simple chords. The melody started softly, drawing no attention at first. Joirely immersed in his music, focused on the movement of his fingers, indifferent to the distracted crowd, who remained busy chatting and drinking ale.

  Then he shifted the rhythm, his chords building into a new sound, as if the earlier notes had been a passive introdu. Now, reag the part he wanted, he maintaihe tempo and began to sing with a deep, captivating voice:

  "In the icy mountains, where the wind howls endlessly,Two young souls met, in a love pure and untarnished.He, a soldier called to battle, she, a farmer's daughter,Uhe starlight, they vowed: 'Nothing will part us, my love.'

  "On the day of departure, with tears in their eyes,He promised to return, as spring brings the flowers.'Wait for me in the grove, where the birds sing,My heart will be with you, wherever I may roam.'"

  Jon's voice quickly caught the attention of those he stage. They looked at him in surprise, not expeg to hear su eloquent voice from this bard. The murmurs began to quiet as people grew intrigued by the mysterious performer, listening ily to his musi the very first words.

  While the men were stunned by Jon's natural talent and the soul of his song, the women were uedly moved by the words flowing from the Dragonborn's lips. They gazed at him with instant admiration, further captivated by his exotic appearance. His dramatic smile and the focus in his eyes as he watched his hands seemed to vey the sorrow of the song—a sorrow ced with love.

  The voices filling the hall grew softer still, drawing more of the room's attention. The gentle melody seemed to cast a spell over the crowd. Even the servants carrying ptes paused briefly to listen as Jon transitioo the part.

  "The war took him to distant nds,Where the sky was gray ah a stant neighbor.Letters arrived with words of hope,But as months passed, silence began to dance."

  "In the red snow of a far-off field,His body fell beh a cutting bde.In his final breaths, he called her name,And the echo of his love asded to the stars as a fme."

  The people farther from the stage, who had previously ignored him, now looked toward Jon with curiosity. There was something in the melody—or perhaps in his voice—that made it impossible to ignore. Even Eddard Stark, who had been attending to his friend, suddenly turned his gaze to the stage, his eyes widening as he saw the young man with bck hair. He seemed to remind Eddard of someone from his past, though the memory remained elusive.

  "When the news arrived, she screamed to the wind,Her soul shattered, and the world lost its breath.'If he does not live, how I?'She said as she walked, alo dusk."

  "She went to the grove where their love had bloomed,Where the trees kept the vows he had promised.With a dagger to her chest, a smile on her face,She fell beh the moon, silent abroken."

  "What is this? He sings well, but love songs aren't my style," Robert Baratheon said, looking toward the stage with a mix of curiosity and irritation. The sudden silen the hall, broken only by the bard's voice, had caught his attention.

  "Who is he?" The queen couldn't help but ask, intrigued. Though she didn't reize the performer or the song, something about it seemed to touch even her cold, narcissistic heart.

  "He announced himself as Dovahkiin, my queen. I don't know him, nor have I heard of his name or this song. He is certainly not from the North, but he sings beautifully," Catelyn Stark replied, uo hide her admiration as she held Ri in her arms.

  "Why do we have to listen to such a foolish song? eople paying attention to this? And where is Ser Sandor Clegane?" Joffrey muttered, clearly annoyed and uo uand why anyone would give so much attention to a random bard. He gestured toward some guards, who immediately went to search for the Hound, whose absence displeased the prince greatly.

  Meanwhile, Joffrey's siblings watched the performah i, like most of the hall, surprised by what a random bard could deliver. The dies, in particur, were clearly ented and moved by the song Jon erf. The men, too, watched with i, some even imagining themselves as the man iory, leaving their love behind.

  "They say that on nights when the cold wind sings,Two whispers wahrough the distant mountains.For her war nor death could ever erase,The love of two hearts that dared to embrace."

  Some lords he main table exged signifit gnces, as if recalling their own lost or distant loves. Sansa Stark, seated among the younger crowd, had her eyes shining with emotion, pletely enraptured by the melody, just like her friends around her.

  "ho is he? I've never heard a song like this before…" Jenny Poole sighed as she gazed at the bard.

  "Yes… It's so sad that they couldn't stay together," Sansa murmured, as if holding back tears, much like the other dies around her.

  "Why are these girls so emotional over some weird song from an equally weird bard?" Theon muttered, looking around at the hall, which was captivated by the music.

  "Bards sleep with many women; they're very good with their tongues," one of the northern lords quipped, ughing without care.

  "I'm good with my tooo. Much better than any bard," Theoed, smirking, while Robb shook his head at his friend's foolishness.

  When Jon struck the final he entire hall fell silent for a few seds. A tentative appuse started in one er and quickly spread. It wasn't a r ovation, but Jon could see the hall was moved. Some men discreetly wiped their eyes, while the dies dabbed their tears with handkerchiefs.

  "He truly knows how to py a song, Mance. Look at how surprised the southerners are," a Free Folk man said to the king, as Mance also watched the stage in astonishment.

  The northerners who had set Jon up to perform were equally surprised, never imagining he possessed such skill.

  "He py..." Benjen remarked from the Reed table, clearly impressed.

  "Yes... like a certain prince who could leave his audien a simir state—perhaps eveer," Rownd murmured quietly, so softly that even Benjen couldn't hear him.

  "Hey, bard! I like your voice, but you py something less mencholic? Surely you've got something more iing than songs to make women cry. Obey your king!" Robert's voiterrupted the soft appuse that had filled the hall. Jon g him, thinking the man a fool. Robert wasn't his king, but Jon decided to py something different heless. After seeing that the man didn't call out again, Jon's chords began to echh the hall, capturing everyone's attention once more.

  Jon's voice emerged soon after, steadying the melody as if it were the rhythm of a war drum.

  "The wind blows on the ountains,Swlimmer, and thunder resounds.Otlefield, glory awaits,Sovngarde calls, where ce blooms."

  "Through steel and fire, legends are born,Warriors march, where fear is torn.Each strike, a promise of immortality,Sovngarde calls, with honor and loyalty."

  "To Sovngarde it calls, beh the aurora skies,Where warriors rest, and songs never die.With blood on steel and a soul abze,Sovngarde calls, and the brave reply."

  "The cry of shields, the roar of steel,Fate is fed; reat or misstep revealed.Amid the chaos, the warrior rises,And Sovngarde calls, aernal home surmises."

  "Each scar bears a story told,Each shattered sword, a price of the bold.And wheh es, with the skies alight,Sovngarde opens, a feast in sight."

  "To Sovngarde it calls, beh the aurora skies,Where warriors rest, and songs never die.With blood on steel and a soul abze,Sovngarde calls, and the brave reply."

  "The legend grows, like pilr fmes rise,Sung in halls where the brave rest their eyes.In Sovngarde, the warrior bees eternal,A ched in stone and the celestial journal."

  "Oh, Sovngarde calls, eg in the wind,Where warriors find their dreamed rest pinned.With blood on steel and a soul shining bright,Sovngarde calls, and the brave do not fight."

  As the King of Westeros requested, Jon pyed a song focused on the honor of a warrior, rather than one of lovers torn apart by war. The hall listened closely, though the emotions evoked were different this time. It wasn't the women who were captivated, but the men—those who had wielded ons in their hands. They were drawn into the sense of battle and quest woven into the song. Though they knew nothing of this "Sovngarde," the melody inspired a desire to fight in every man who heard it.

  "Hahaha!! Excellent! I don't know this pce you sing of, but it surely reminds me of my days crushing foes with my axe—just like in my dreams!" the king excimed, standing and g enthusiastically, clearly thrilled by the song.

  The hall joined in with louder appuse than before, the mood more spirited as they enjoyed what they had heard. Jon simply nodded, his expression calm. He knew such songs carried a certaiige.

  "I want this song written down! I want it pyed at my bas more often!" the king decred in a booming tone, his drunkenness evident but his se genuine. Even men like Jaime Lannister and Barristan Selmy listened with great i, nodding in agreement with the king as they recalled their own days of glory otlefield.

  It was no wonder Jon was moving the hall; his Thu'um carried a natural power in his voice, exuding strength with every phrase. Not that he could trol the crowd, but he knew how to stir emotions. Jon stopped looking at the king and noticed his ug him curiously. When their eyes met, and Lord Stark saw Dovahkiin for the first time, his expression froze, his eyes widening as if paralyzed by Jon's appearance, even from 20 meters away.

  Jon could see his uncle's lips trembling, shaping the word 'Jon,' but the man seemed to catch himself, shaking the thought from his mind. Jon didn't linger either—he o leave. He had no iion of being the king's official bard.

  "Hahaha! Why don't we have another song?!" the king said, drinking from his mug with enthusiasm, ready for another performance. But as he g the stage, the Dovahkiin was no lohere.

  "Where is the bard?! e on, py another song for your king!" Robert excimed as the man who introduced the performers rushed to the main table.

  "My king... the bard has left!" he said nervously.

  "What?! Then call him back! Tell him I'll reward him, but bring him back to the stage!" Robert roared, his decration sparking envy among the other bards in the hall.

  Quickly, men began searg the hall for the bard. Strangely, however, no one remembered seeing him pass after leaving the stage. Like a ghost, he had vanished, and the men even ran outside in search of him.

  "You're hiding from the king. You know you could make a fortune, don't you?" Mance remarked, looking at the man who had silently taken a seat at his table without aig—a feat that deeply intrigued the King Beyond the Wall.

  "Money isn't an issue for me. Even though I have nothing in my hands, I'm not ied. There are still people I o speak with in this hall, and I won't waste more time oage. Besides..." Jon said, handing the lute baaake your lute back. Thank you."

  "..."Mance said nothing, simply accepting the instrument, while the others at the table eyed Jon cautiously.

  The Dragonborn smiled faintly, then stood ahe table of the Free Folk, heading toward aable of i.

  A Stark man approached Benjen, inf him that his brother needed him. Benjen nodded, rose from the Reed table, and made his way to the main table. At that same moment, Dovahkiied himself across from Lord Reed without asking for permission.

  Lord Reed merely gestured for his men to stand down, maintaining the same watchful gaze on Jon he'd had all evening. Jon noticed this, while Lord Reed's children, Meera and Jojen, regarded him with cautious curiosity. Jon's boldness in sitting directly before their father was not lost on them.

  "You know, it's strange being watched so intensely by someone ever since I arrived in this hall," Jon remarked, meeting the lord's gaze with his violet eyes.

  "..."Rownd didn't answer immediately. Instead, he watched Benjen walk away, knowing this Dovahkiin must have deceived the guard to get Lord Stark's brother away from the table.

  "You sent him away without even knowing him?" Rownd's words broke the silence, his tone measured.

  Jon raised an eyebrow before a faint, unfriendly smile.

  "So I was right... You know who I am. I must say, you're the first—and probably the only oo figure it out. Lord Reed, you deserve gratutions," Jon said, his voice tinged with i.

  He looked at the man who, as far as Jon remembered, had been with Lord Stark at the Tower of Joy, resg Lyanna Stark and witnessing the birth of the Dragonborn.

  ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆

  ?? Ra here: ??

  I deeply appreciate your support sihe beginning of this exg journey!

  I hope each chapter has provided incredible moments. If you like my work and would like to support the tinuation of this fanfic, sider being a patron with pns starting at 2!. As a token of gratitude, I offer access to more than 210 extra chapters with 7 active fanfics at the same time, along with other exclusive bes on my profile, such as images and signifit decisions for the stories.

  Even if you are not a patron, I am making chapters avaible a few hours earlier here, so bee a free member oform!

  ?? RaLeague | Patreon??

  Visit our Patreon for more: https:///RaLeague

  Extra tent Already Avaible:

  ????? One Piece - I Am a Different Luffy!: 30 extra chapters!

  ?? Danmachi - Infinite Mana System!: 30 extra chapters!

  ?? Game of Throhe Legend of Jon Arctic!: 30 extra chapters!

  ?? Naruto - Minato Namikaze SI!: 30 extra chapters!

  ??? The Witcher - As Uchiha Madara! 30 extra chapters!

  ? Harry Potter - Shadow Monarch! 30 extra chapters!

  ?? Game of Thrones: DragonBorn! 30 extra chapters!

  Except for One Piece with daily chapters and DragonBorn once a week, all fanfics are updated 3 times a week, there's just a pause in updating in the week, only to create drafts for the week's chapters.

  In addition to the extra chapters, daily chapters are posted and 25 chapters per week!

  Your support is very important and makes all the differen keeping these stories alive.

  Thank you very much for being part of this journey! I hope you tio enjoy the story and that it brings even more joy to your life!

  Visit our Patreon for more!!

  ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆