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Game of Dragonborn.

Jon Snow is a Dragonborn after 2 millennia without another appearing, an identity that is neither on the light side nor the dark side, only caring about his own goals before wanting to be good or evil. Some may label him a demon while others a hero, but Jon Snow lives his life as he wants and tries not to have regrets. But even such a powerful being, after years of accumulating power, had a fragile moment at some point. He had a difficult childhood when he lived in Westeros; his uncle hated him for reasons unknown to him, while he was belittled for being a bastard in Winterfell by his uncle's wife. His half-siblings hated him under the influence of his mother. However, at some point, unknown entities took them out of this world suddenly and threw them into Skyrim when he was 8 years old. 12 years later, having experienced everything possible not only in Skyrim but throughout Tamriel, earning titles such as: Dragonborn, Dovahkiin, leader of the Companions, sword of Dawnguard, Archmage, Legalist, regent king of Skyrim, among many others he received inside and outside Skyrim. Now, at 20 years old, he was no longer that scared boy. Jon Snow was summoned by the same entities that brought him to this world back to his old original world, revealed the truth behind his birth. How could the Dragonborn stay silent after hearing this? He wanted revenge and to bring peace to the ghosts who had been wronged for a long time. So, he returns to the North of Westeros, but is the continent prepared for the Dragonborn seeking revenge? The time has passed 12 years in Skyrim and 8 Years in Westeros.

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Chapter 44 - The Winterfell Banquet 03.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.

Winterfell.

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Finally, night had fallen over Winterfell, and the castle stood out even more against the backdrop of the evening, with all of Winter Town able to witness the semblance of yet another banquet being held within the Stark halls, something that had been happening frequently in recent weeks.

The torches were burning at full strength throughout the place, and for anyone looking toward the castle, it appeared as a beacon of noise, with the sound of people laughing and music echoing outside. Not everyone could attend the grand event, where only the Starks, the king, and other nobles were the main guests, but there were also people from the castle itself and acquaintances who could be present, in addition to the performers and people hired by the Stark family.

From a distance, even from Winter Town, one could see the commotion in the castle, and beyond the city, near the forest. At that very moment, a man emerged from the trees, observing the bright lights standing out against the darkness. He looked for a moment and quickly continued onward, approaching the town.

"Well, it seems I've finally arrived..." Jon commented calmly as he kept his steady pace, for he had arrived exactly as he had planned: in the middle of the banquet.

He pulled his hood up to hide his face as he advanced through the town. The people were much more active than he had expected, standing at the doors of their houses, talking, and even drinking, celebrating as well. There was a certain movement in the town, and Jon could hear many interesting things; apart from the people, there were also many southern guards around.

But none of them really stopped him, being more interested in trying to impress a prostitute than paying attention to the movement. It didn't take long for him to reach the edge of town near Winterfell, and just as he began to prepare for the castle, his luck ran out. A man in red soldier's attire approached him.

"Hey, you! State your name and your purpose for looking at the castle," he spoke in a direct and harsh tone.

"Can't I be curious about the Winterfell feast?" Jon asked.

"You're too suspicious for that. You'd better answer my question, or I'll throw you in a cell," he said with a threatening tone.

Jon raised an eyebrow at this. "You're not from the North. Why do you think you can speak like that here?" Jon asked, curious.

The man didn't seem to like that very much and quickly reached for his sword, raising it. "Listen here, smartass. It doesn't matter if I'm from the North or not. I serve the King and Queen, and I can kick anyone I want in these Seven Kingdoms, especially you northern savages, as I've been doing these past days," he spoke angrily.

Jon looked at him and gave a slight smile. "Oh, really? Well, let's see how you handle this," he simply said. Without further words, he lifted the man, who was taken by surprise, but before he could realize what was happening, his body was thrown against one of the walls in an alley nearby. After ensuring there was no one else around, Jon calmly continued on his way.

Thus, he made his way out of town, but as the road to the castle appeared, he could be seen, and he didn't want to be questioned with dozens of guards patrolling the castle walls. Clearly, with the king's presence, the security had to be very tight. So, before leaving the town, Jon used an invisibility spell to cross it without problems, passing by some guards at the gates without them noticing a ghost passing through.

He finally entered the castle after twelve years of not being there, as his invisibility faded away, and he was once again in the entrance courtyard of Winterfell, observing the place, feeling several memories surfacing in his mind at that moment of what his childhood was like in that place.

Ignoring the past, Jon looked towards the main hall, where a great sound of music echoed as men went in and out continuously, even guards drinking or their acquaintances bringing them drinks. Jon observed it all for a moment and then turned his attention to a faint sound in the distance.

"Well, let's see him for the first time, then I'll head to the hall..." Jon murmured, moving towards one of the more distant corners of Winterfell, to the area known as the stables and kennels, still remembering the way there.

He had been drawn by a low sound. It seemed like a little puppy whining, but without barking; this time, he cried not because he was alone, but because he wanted to see his master for the first time as soon as he sensed him when Jon entered Winterfell.

He quickly reached the place without any guards on the walls noticing him. Jon opened the door and looked at the small white wolf with red eyes, who stared back while letting out whimpering puppy sounds, sitting on the ground and cautiously watching him.

"So, it's you I've been dreaming about for the past few weeks... Come here." Jon said, stepping into the place and crouching down as the animal ran swiftly towards him in the next moment.

Jon picked him up, lifting him into his arms. "You're not much of a talker, are you?" Jon murmured, seeing that the animal could only make small unconscious crying sounds but didn't bark. He seemed very happy with Jon, who held him firmly as he squirmed excitedly in his arms.

Jon smiled as he watched the pup behave like a joyful dog. "Don't worry, buddy. You came to me as soon as I entered this world, so you're with me now, and I'll take care of you." Jon said with a smile.

He stayed there for a while until he felt someone approaching. "Hey, you!" Suddenly, a voice called from beside him as someone drew near.

Jon kept the animal in his arms and looked at the guard approaching him.

"Who are you? Why are you near the kennel?" the man asked in a serious tone, glancing at both Jon and the little wolf with a hint of surprise.

"I got a bit lost... I came as a bard to perform tonight and couldn't find the entrance. In the meantime, I heard this little animal and came to check..." Jon spoke, flashing a friendly smile.

"You're a bard too? I see... There are plenty of them here today." the man muttered, observing Jon as he petted the wolf. "That wolf belongs to the Starks; you can't just pick him up like that," he said.

"Really? But he was so lonely... Look at him." Jon replied, still stroking the animal that reacted like a little dog.

"Yeah, it seems like he really likes you. He doesn't have an owner, as all the other wolves belong to Lord Stark's children, but this one was left alone. They say these are direwolves, can you believe that?" the guard remarked, adding, "But I don't know... They haven't grown big enough for me to believe that tale." Obviously, he didn't believe the rumors.

"Is that so? Well, they're still too small to tell if they're direwolves or not. Maybe we'll find out in the next few years..." Jon commented, feigning ignorance, before smiling again at the man. "Anyway, my name is..." He paused for a moment before replying. "...Dovahkiin. I'm a traveling bard who came up North as soon as I heard about the King's stay." he said.

"Dovahkiin?" the man murmured. "Strange name... Not from Westeros, huh?" he remarked, and Jon nodded.

"Yes, I come from a very distant place. By the way, what's your name?" Jon asked.

"Ebarke." the man replied. "I've been here in Winterfell as a guard for over 8 years." he also introduced himself.

"Eight years... that's a good while, Ebarke..." Jon smiled before starting to converse more with the man, easily befriending him using his charisma, honed over the years in Skyrim. After all, Jon could both lead thousands of men in war and seduce a widowed queen to lie with him.

Jon continued chatting and managed to persuade the man to personally escort him to the main hall. He had to leave the animal behind, who continued to whine; Jon hoped he understood his final words, that he would come for him as soon as he left the castle again.

"So, about your question regarding the boy who disappeared... I heard about him. It was quite a commotion eight years ago. When I arrived here, it had been three months since the boy went missing. Lord Stark was trying to search for him all over the North," the guard said.

"Really? He did that?" Jon commented, surprised. Despite his sudden interest in the story, it was obvious he looked like a man of twenty, which didn't match the story of a lost boy who should be sixteen today. So, he didn't hesitate to ask directly.

"Yes, but it didn't last long. It was three more months. I heard that Lord Stark's wife convinced him to stop; she never liked the boy and was even grateful when he didn't return," the guard continued.

"She convinced him to stop, or he wasn't too keen on finding the boy?" Jon raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't know... But be careful with what you say, it could be offensive to others," the guard warned, suspicious of the boldness in the question.

"Sorry about that. Where I come from, people are much more direct. I'm not saying you all here lack a sense of honesty, but there we speak more with harsh truths..." Jon explained.

"Could you tell me more about this place?" the guard asked curiously. It was obvious he had taken a liking to Jon's presence and was finding the conversation enjoyable. He hadn't even realized how their chat near the kennel had led them to discuss information from eight years ago, but here they were.

"Of course, I'll tell you more about it. But how about we enter the hall first?" Jon suggested, and the man nodded as they passed through the entrance guards without being questioned. This was due to Jon being accompanied by another Winterfell guard, though the Lannister soldiers kept staring at them the whole time.

"Those guys are such slackers..." Ebarke muttered beside Jon.

"Yeah, I noticed. They're always in a bad mood..." Jon said, eyeing the guards. His eyes were easily noticeable, as they were very rare in these parts and almost everywhere else, after all, there weren't many people with purple eyes, especially ones that glowed with the power within him.

"What do you think of them?" Jon asked the guard.

"They think they're superior since they're the Queen's guards. They believe they can do whatever they want and go wherever they please. Sometimes, it's hard not to punch them in the face," the northern guard admitted, and Jon wanted to laugh.

"I can understand that," Jon replied with a smile. "Anyway, let's go." They finally entered the hall of Winterfell.

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