War is coming to westeros. Any man worth his share of the salt and fur could see that. He didn't know why such a thing was happening either. Cregan remember going with his father rickon to swear fealty after the death of king viserys first wife and son, Queen Aemma and prince baelon.
But like always, the only part of westeros that words can be trusted is north of the neck. My ancestors bent the knee to the conqueror to save too many lives to count, since then a stark has never broken an oath to a Targaryen
It was true that below the neck, words were wind. Knights claim to protect all innocents, yet are found going to the darkest brothels to indulge in their sick and twisted tastes.
Grabbing ice from the rack above my head as I make ready to ride out and deliver justice like every stark before me has done. Dusk, my Direwolf, is in the corner mopping because she's finally reached maturity and can't find a suitable mate.
"Hahaha, cmon girl, let's go," I say getting her mind off of the lack of other wolves around. She was truly beautiful. Pitch black fur with golden eyes. She stood almost as tall as his shoulder, an impressive sight for true.
My Patting of her head is interrupted when Lucas cassel, my friend since birth, comes in.
"My lord stark," he begins, dipping his head low yo show deference before continuing, "it's time," without answering I follow behind him until we reach the weirwood far from winterfell.
On my way there I ponder the raven I received from lord Reed. Apparently, he made a new friend. One he believes will help the north as a whole. While I'm skeptical of this 'friend', worrying about the crannogmens loyalty is simple madness.
For if the crannogmen had turned their cloaks, the north was a place he'd no longer name home.
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Arriving back into the godswood agtee having carried out justice on the murderer of his wife and her bastard son. A truly despicable man.
I've been told the prince jacaerys velaryon is supposed to be making his way to winterfell as we speak. To ensure my house and the North's support in his mothers war no doubt.
Something I loathe to honor. But honor it I will. Afterall, I was In the throne room the day king viserys named his daughter the heir to the iron throne.
Northmen keep their word. Whether that be friendship or conflict. So we would March south and bring those cunts to bear once again.
The Targaryens might have ruled the continent for 300 years. But before they arrived to these shores, the most feared creature was a Direwolf. The grey and white banners of winterfell sent shockwaves of fear and despair to andals south of the neck and their fake knights of honor.
'Hah! Fake honorable men serving fake honorable gods. All subject to change the moment they need it to.' My thoughts turn dark. However, I can't let prejudices get in my way. I have a change to make the north powerful once again.
I have chance to help the Targaryens out while also gaining benefits for the north. And if Jagen's word is to be believed, i needs must meet with this Arthur Valhalla as soon as possible.
From what jagen told me he left the mainland westeros and will be gone from it for some moons at least, which gives me ample time to head to the watch with the 1 in 10 and speak to prince jacaerys while I'm at it.
With those thoughts i and dusk climb into the bed. My ever faithful companion is always looking out for me since I took over winterfell from my uncle. Another fool who's words were wind and oaths as malleable as sand.
Slowly but surely dipping into the edges of unconsciousness, my dreams that night are filled with cold, Dead Blue eyes and screams of dispair as men, women, and children are torn apart by beings I can't comprehend.
I do know one thing however, something has changed drastically. Westeros is at a pivotal point in its history. I plan to etch my name into that history.
AN: a short chapyer I know. I just wanted to get something out there. Most of the non-Rhaena or Arthur Povs will be short like this. Just a quick slap to intro you to a characters head while events are happening.
This is right after Arthur left greywater. So 3-4 moons till rooks rest.
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