CHAPTER 5

Ren Pov,

It was always my dream to become a valiant knight to the likes of Aemon the Dragonknight, Ser Arthur Dayne, and Ser Barristan Selmy the Bold, but I couldn't even become a squire. Riguel was an extraordinary hunter, as well as my father and for some reason he hates the knights to the core.

My mother died of an illness when I was four years old and I couldn't make much of her from my mind. It was always my father and me.

He wanted to make me the best hunter in the seven kingdoms, but I was never good with the bow as he was, even till now when I'm eighteen.

Even when I was not good with the bow it didn't bother me that much, as fighting with a bow was a coward's way. I wanted to be in the training yards practicing with swords but it was not easy when your father had a word with the man-at-arms of Winterfell, given my old man's hunting achievements.

With the poor performance in the bow, my father made me drill into my mind on how to skin any animal completely and all the traps for hunting. But even with all that I never gave up on my dream completely.

I would always watch how the men in the training yards practice their drill and try to copy it on my own when I was alone, only by doing so it gave me slight hope that I'm still chasing my dreams.

As the days went by, I was super excited to hear the news of the king's arrival, as it means I have a chance to meet Ser Barristan Selmy, but I was disappointed to know that the kingsguard was in kings landing holding the fort.

Winterfell seemed more festive with the king's entourage and there were more knights and squires in the town.

With the new additions of members to the training yard, it was more entertaining to watch various squires spar against each other. Usually, the Stark guards would not say anything to my observing but I noticed a few glances towards me from some squires from the Lannister side.

One thing I could pick up from my father was my keen observation to notice ill intentions from others and it was one of those situations.

I quickly left the training yards and I noticed I was followed by the two of them.

One of them suddenly called out to me, "Oi, stop there you cunt".

As I just looked back at them, I saw a fist coming straight to my head which I couldn't dodge.

The yellow haired one, with a smirk on his face, "What the heck are you doing in the yard?".

"I was just watching, I didn't do anything", I said with frustration.

"That's what we are asking idiot, who gave you the right to stare at the Lannister's",

With saying that both of them started to beat me down for some bullshit reason, the funny part is that was not the real reason. The main reason was that they got their arse handed to them by some other knight and they are taking it on me.

They took the one thing I had good on me, it was a dagger given to me on my namesday by my father and started to play with it.

"Give it back!!"

"Shall we test how sharp it is?"

When I started to struggle and rise up, that yellow haired bastard with a dagger in hand, took a swing at me in my arms and legs.

There were slight footsteps ahead of the alley and just when both of them turned to look back, I pushed the yellow haired with all my strength I could muster.

I saw the bastard of Winterfell, Jon Snow looking at us from afar with a scrutinizing expression at all of us. Then both of the squires just gave me a threatening glare and went the other way.

Jon Snow slowly approached and took the dagger that was thrown in the ground.

He then looked me in the eye, with a nod he slashed his hand for no reason and,

'I'm harmless, could we talk now' he said.

I was baffled looking at him, there is something definitely wrong with him. He gave me a hand to rise and with the other hand he placed it directly on one of my cuts.

I was startled for a second after having my whole body rejuvenated, it was like I was bursting with energy.

I now had an even greater ambition. I wanted to serve my master, be more useful to him, I wanted to get his recognition. Just the thought of being near my master filled me with pride.

My master started to laugh hysterically, even hearing it felt like a blessing.

He then looked at me and 'What's your name minion'

With my utmost obedience and respect, "Its Ren, master ", I said.

He then informed me, to meet him at dawn which I was more than happy to oblige.

I still didn't know what minion means but I will do my best, to be the best at it.

Jon Pov,

I had the best sleep of my night after arriving here, I could finally have some helper in this hellhole, which I very much need for all the plans I need to follow up.

I also need to instruct him to call me something other than master, I still think owning a slave is illegal in Westeros.

Ren was waiting there before my room, with an eager expression.

I made him enter my chamber, and asked him all necessary questions about his past and all the relevant personal information out of him.

With a firm nod, 'From now on, don't call me master'.

He didn't show much of a reaction to that statement, so I continued further.

'To the outsiders, you are one of my friends and decided to take the black along with me, is that understood.'

He just nodded attentively, then looked at me and said, "What should I call you then master, if it's only us?"

For some reason that sounded rather weird. I just stared at him for a while before saying,

'Call me Boss, that would be enough'.

After that I gave him some further instructions to inform me of anything happening in Winterfell, in a daily report at the end of the day.

As the days went by, one evening, the blacksmith of Winterfell Mikken came to me with a newly forged sword.

"I have made it special as you have asked, Does the lady know about this?"

I observed the sword, it was like a rapier. It was pretty much weightless as compared to the sword Jon had. This must be the sword which he will eventually give to Arya in the show.

'Well, the lord of Winterfell knows, isn't it enough', I questioned him with a smile.

"See to it then, I have a lot of work to do", Mikken left after saying that.

Ren came for his daily report as usual and informed me about the boar hunt the king was going to have and he was going to accompany his father alongside.

Well, this could be useful to me as well.

Facing Ren, 'Try to hunt any small animal and bring the game back without damaging the body much'.

Ren then gave me a quick bow and went along.

With this I could try to practice my necromancy skills, as at times I have tried it on the skinned chicken and goat in the butcher place but nothing much happened.

My only conclusion was that that body must be damaged more or it doesn't work on cattle type animals or it must be my lack of magic.

I still couldn't get past it, shouldn't the usual scenario of such transmigrations give me more magic, at least to perform the starter skills.

Well, I should be glad I at least have this much.