The quiet solitude of the godswood was interrupted by the arrival of a young man. Dressed in a black doublet and breeches and a fur cloak, Jon Targaryen made his way to the pool by which the weirwood tree stood.
Why is he coming here? Here? Is there not one place I can find untainted by sour memories? He looked up at the sky, scowling.
If he's coming, then that means the rest of them are coming as well. My dear sweet sister and my loving stepmother. My attentive and caring father. And it wouldn't be complete without their Martell and Lannister cronies would it?
Jon loved it here in the North, in Winterfell.
The place, the weather, and most of all the people.
His uncle, Lord Eddard Stark, whose stern demeanor hid an immensely kind heart. Lady Catelyn Tully Stark, who had become the mother he so desperately wanted his whole life, as his real one had been married away to Jaime Lannister barely a month after he was born.
His cousins, especially Robb and Arya, who he counted to be closer to his heart than anyone else in the world. Domeric Bolton, Cley Cerwyn, and Daryn Hornwood. His closest friends. They were the ones who understood him, the only people who he knew would always be there for him.
Jon looked upon the solemn face of the weirwood tree and knelt, sighing.
When he had been sent away from King's Landing to live in …show more content…
The effect was immediate, his body disappeared before his eyes, and yet somehow he could still see it. But it was like looking at a pale version of it, strings of an ethereal something drifting from it. Everything around him was like that. And then he looked at the weirwood tree. Part of him wanted to scream in terror and disgust. But another looked upon it with immense wonder for it was even more beautiful than how it normally looked. The tree was drenched in blood, with the face on it shifting from happy to angry to solemn and back
Why is he coming here? Here? Is there not one place I can find untainted by sour memories? He looked up at the sky, scowling.
If he's coming, then that means the rest of them are coming as well. My dear sweet sister and my loving stepmother. My attentive and caring father. And it wouldn't be complete without their Martell and Lannister cronies would it?
Jon loved it here in the North, in Winterfell.
The place, the weather, and most of all the people.
His uncle, Lord Eddard Stark, whose stern demeanor hid an immensely kind heart. Lady Catelyn Tully Stark, who had become the mother he so desperately wanted his whole life, as his real one had been married away to Jaime Lannister barely a month after he was born.
His cousins, especially Robb and Arya, who he counted to be closer to his heart than anyone else in the world. Domeric Bolton, Cley Cerwyn, and Daryn Hornwood. His closest friends. They were the ones who understood him, the only people who he knew would always be there for him.
Jon looked upon the solemn face of the weirwood tree and knelt, sighing.
When he had been sent away from King's Landing to live in …show more content…
The effect was immediate, his body disappeared before his eyes, and yet somehow he could still see it. But it was like looking at a pale version of it, strings of an ethereal something drifting from it. Everything around him was like that. And then he looked at the weirwood tree. Part of him wanted to scream in terror and disgust. But another looked upon it with immense wonder for it was even more beautiful than how it normally looked. The tree was drenched in blood, with the face on it shifting from happy to angry to solemn and back