Chapter 10 - The Wolf and the Dragon (I)
"How many friends are you sure are your friends? I have one, and I trust him with my life without a care in the world." Aenar Targaryen thinking of Robb Stark.
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After six days of traveling, Jon finally returned to Winterfell. The old castle was simply gigantic, the size of five or six football fields. There were ruins dating back eight thousand years and new structures that had survived millennia of renovations by the Winter Kings.
Without dragons, conquering Winterfell was harder than opening the legs of a Septan loyal to the Seven and having sex with her. Of course, no castle was impenetrable; if there were traitors, no matter how strong the castle, it would fall to the treachery of others within.
Jon had no trouble entering Winterfell, even though he was a bastard in everyone's eyes, he was the bastard of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Lord Paramount of the North, the guards would never stop him from entering Winterfell, especially with the news of the Crown's victory over House Greyjoy's rebellion.
That meant Eddard Stark was returning to Winterfell, and everyone knew how much the Lord of Winterfell loved his bastard.
Upon entering Winterfell, the first thing Jon noticed was the warmth of the hot springs beneath the castle that dispelled the deadly cold of the North, and the second was the atmosphere of the place. Unlike six months ago, the atmosphere, which had been filled with the tension and excitement of war, was now calmer, though he was even more excited about the Lord of Winterfell's victory.
Lady Lya was in her sheath at his waist, making it impossible for anyone to see the precious sword; Jon had no intention of revealing it anytime soon. He would take advantage of it and begin to divinize his name to the people of the north when he was ten.
Jon walked towards the inner part of the castle, ignoring the surprised looks of the servants, and continued towards his room, or rather the storeroom he called his room. Arriving there, he was surprised to find it clean and tidy, unlike what he had expected.
"Looks like Robb helped me out again." Jon muttered to himself, trying to guess who had ordered his room cleaned. In the whole of the North, only Eddard and Robb could do such a thing. Since his uncle had not yet returned from the war, he knew it was Robb who had ordered his room cleaned.
Leaving his things on the bed, Jon heard footsteps approaching quickly, and without looking back, he could guess who was coming.