Game of Thrones: Land of My Fathers

Prologue

~The North~

Winterfell — Wintertown...

Today is mid-day at Wintertown. The people of Wintertown are busy every day. Whether it is early in the morning, afternoon, or evening, they are always doing something. Wintertown is a small town located near a castle called "Winterfell." Home to the ancestral family of House Stark.

The Starks are one of the most ancient and honorable families ever to rule the North over about 8,000 years. Their house words are, "Winter is coming.
House Stark was founded by Brandon the Builder, a legendary figure who lived during the Age of Heroes.
Bran the Builder is said to have raised Winterfell, the seat of the Starks and the Wall, and other legends connect him with Storm's End and the Hightower.

In Wintertown, a man who is sitting on a carriage calls out.

"Come on, lad! We don't want to keep them waiting!"
A man wearing a black cloak, in his late twenties or early thirties, calls out while sitting on a carriage, holding onto the reins.

"Coming, father!" A boy with black raven hair and hazel eyes shouts out as the lad comes out running with a bow.

Like the boy's father, the boy has black hair and Hazel with grey flecks. The boy is also quite tall and has a well-built body for his age. The boy's name is Lucian Corvin, the son of William Corvin.

"I'm sorry, father. I was finding my bow." The boy said, catching his breath as he hopped on the carriage and sat by his father.

William gave his son a light pat on the back with a slight smile.

"You got here just in time, son." He lightly whips the horse with the reins as the horse moves forward. "You know where we're going?"

"To the Wolfswood," Lucian answers before letting out a tired sigh. "As always."

"Aye. Our favorite hunting area."

"What are we hunting this time?" The boy asks his father.

"Whatever we find in the woods: deer, elk, boar, or some rabbits. We'll have something to eat for tonight."

"And sell some animal hides."

"Aye, and that. But also to see improvements in your hunting skills."

Lucian let out an exhausted sigh after hearing that last sentence and said. "We've been going hunting for almost four days a week ever since I was five. I'm already good at hunting, all thanks to you." The boy then looks away sadly when he mentions someone. "I wish I could meet her... mom."

William noticed the sad tone when his son mentioned his wife and the mother of Lucian. It has been years since his wife passed away after giving birth to Lucian and Robert's Rebellion. He doesn't speak about his wife to anyone, even his son. His wife became a mystery to everyone.

He wraps his left arm over the boy's shoulders and pulls him in for a hug.

"I know you want to. She was a great woman and the most beautiful person I've ever met." William says with a soft and sad tone. "But she's in a better place now, where she could rejoin her loved ones and live peacefully."

Lucian leans onto him. "I know.., father? Was it my fault that Mom died?

This caught William off guard when his son blamed himself for killing his mother.