CHAPTER 4

Jon Pov,

What the fuck did I do wrong, it hasn't been a single day and there is already a change in the plot.

Shouldn't Jon be supposed to go towards the Night Watch route, I literally did nothing and plot has already deviated, hold on, on second thought maybe because I did nothing this happened.

Suddenly it strikes to my mind that Jon, in the show, did ask his uncle to take him to the Night's Watch. Now how should I convince my adoptive father to allow me to go and take the black.

'I don't want to go to King's landing father', Ned stared at me for a while before asking "Why?".

'I want to take the black father and be with uncle and...,' without even letting me finish my well thought of an excuse, "You are too young Jon, and there is lot of sacrifices to make which you, don't even know of now",

I could see that he wanted to say more but stopped when he looked at me, who was about to be crying face.

It's time for my acting skills to shine, with a somewhat crying face, 'I don't feel at home here father and I will not, in Kings landing either…, I…, at least there in the Watch, I could try to achieve something even with my bastard status.'

Ned watched and without saying anything to me for a moment slightly hugged and patted my head.

It did feel gross for me, like what would you feel when a full-grown man suddenly hugged you.

"You will always have a home here son, so don't ever forget that".

After some more discussion with Ned, he finally allowed me to go with Benjen.

Few more days passed by, with nothing notably happening.

Arya would always find me and complain about the stitching classes with the Septa Mordane, which was the only entertainment I had in that place.

Even that few days felt so boring to me. I somewhat explored most of the places in Winterfell, and even found the crypt which I didn't explore due to the lack of torches, not because I was afraid or anything given its pitch-black entrance.

Ser Rodrick, who was the master-at-arms of Winterfell, once found me sleeping in the hay bale and reprimanded me for not training and dragged me towards the training ground.

As I was imitating Robb, following the warm-ups I noticed another peculiar thing in my body, it seems I didn't inherit anything from Jon meaning not even the muscle memory of how to use the sword.

It was evident from my lack of stamina, that even with a little bit of their so-called pre workout, I was already exhausted, with that being not enough Rodrick decided it would be good for me and Robb to spare against each other.

I already decided what kind of excuse I need to give after my inevitable beatings from Robb. The moment I took the wooden sword and practiced a few swings, the slight hope that I will be a prodigy in swords because of my transmigration status vanished deep within me.

It was more difficult for me to even hold the sword given its weight, I didn't even know whether I could lift a real steel sword.

As the spar with me and Robb was about to begin, with a chorus of thuds and grunts from the Lannister men, the prince along with his entourage were entering the training halls.

After seeing them Rodrick suggested a spare between the prince and the Starks.

To my surprise, one of the lackeys of Joffrey, with a rather authoritative tone "Bastards are not allowed to damage young princes, any bruises they take in the practice yard must come from trueborn swords."

With a silent nod towards Rodrick, I left the training halls before someone could say anything. Instances like this keep reminding me that I'm weak in this world, it's not like I could just kill someone when there was never ever a need for me, do any physical assault in the previous world.

There were times where I decided to train my body, but I didn't have that much of a motivation after the initial burst. So, I formulated a decent plan which would slowly help me to get stronger, which could be initiated on the way towards the wall.

As I was deep in my thoughts, Arya shook me out of my thoughts, "What were you thinking brother ", without answering her question I asked, 'Did you ditch your stitching classes again?'

"I wanted to see them fight", she said excitedly pointing towards the yard.

'Sure, go ahead before they catch you'.

"Why aren't you down in the yard?" with a halfhearted smile I replied saying I was tired and needed to rest.

There was a small commotion in the corner, a somewhat teenage guy was getting beaten black and blue by two other squires and after some more verbal assaults they left him alone, his face was swollen heavily and some small cuts and scratches here and there in his body.

After contemplating for a while, I decided to make a bold move. I took a small looking knife from the ground which was most probably the squire's and made a cut in the palm of my left hand.

He had a questioning look as he looked at me, which I could somewhat make from his swollen face I made a hand gesture saying,

'I'm harmless, could we talk now'

I don't even know why I said that but I slowly got closer to him.

With a slightly shocked expression," Why the heck did you even do that, is something wrong with your head lad?",

Slightly shrugging my shoulders, I gave my right hand for him to raise up, as he was adjusting himself, with my left hand I gripped one of his hands, in which there was a small cut with blood bleeding out.

[Blood pact formable]

[Confirm/Decline]

'CONFIRM'

[Blood pact formed]

[Cooldown conditions: Complete healing of hand]

I could see his eyes glow red for a second before returning to normal. There was suddenly a description of how this pact worked in my mind.

With the best villainous laugh, I could muster, 'What's your name my minion'.

My newly formed minion with an eager expression, "It's Ren, master".

Hearing someone call me master was more than pleasant, than I expected.

The blood pact worked like, changing the person's entire essence and personality to cater the needs of their master willingly, making them their top priority. It doesn't destroy their personalities, just overrides them with one command above all to meet the expectations of their master.

After commanding Ren to meet me tomorrow I headed to my chambers and washed my hands, which stinged a lot than I expected.

I still didn't know where the heck did, I get my confidence to cut my hand with a knife.

Is it because of fear and helplessness in a new environment, I don't know, only time will tell.

I looked at my still bleeding hand, and decided to first aid it. I tore a piece of cloth from a black dress and tightly tied it around my hand.

I hope it does not get infected …,

How long will it take to heal, maybe a week or two.