Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 9 - Adventures in the North 06.

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Jon Snow POV
Northern Kingdom, Icehill Farm, 289 AC, a few days later.
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Jon slowly opened his eyes; his body seemed reluctant to forget that the boy had pushed his limits. The pain was still intense, but compared to the brink of death as far as he could remember, it was bearable. Now, staring at the familiar ceiling, he knew he was in some room on the farm. With a sigh, he thought, 'At least, they survived the attack...' With this solemn thought, he admitted that his pain and near-death experiences were worth it.

Considering his state at the end of the battle, Jon figured he must have been in this bed for at least a few days. Even with the accelerated healing from his magic, he had pushed his body, mind, and spirit to the limit and beyond; it had almost killed him.

Turning his gaze away from the ceiling, Jon exclaimed, "!"

He was quickly startled by the sight around him. He hadn't noticed before, but in the room, there were four giant furballs around the bed; evidently, his giant wolves were making sure everything was okay and protecting him.

The boy couldn't help but be touched by this; he began to realize he was forming his own family, even if it wasn't made of his blood or his own kind.

Unable to suppress a small laugh, he thought the room he was in must be the biggest on the farm to accommodate his four giant wolves. 'I doubt anything else would fit in here now,' he chuckled at his own joke.

The wolves, who had been dozing, quickly raised their heads with their master laughing softly; seeing the boy awake, in an instant, the bed was surrounded by wolves standing at their full 2-meter height.

Jon felt their eyes inspecting him and saw concern in those various colors; seeing the boy smile at the sight, the wolves approached more, and they all started licking his face. Jon couldn't help but burst into a happy laugh at this moment, which he returned by petting each of them.

Even surrounded by wolves, the boy's attention was stolen when Caraxes appeared at the window, screaming with jealousy for attention; his bird seemed like some kind of mother.

Jon never had the experience of being scolded by a mother, but he believed it would be similar to what was happening now when his partner began giving a lecture through their connection on how Jon had become reckless and nearly died multiple times.

Jon patiently listened to his friend; he was right, an 8-nameday boy couldn't do what he did. However, he didn't regret it and would do it all again despite the risks. He did exactly what he felt in his heart and would do everything to have no regrets in his life.

Slowly getting up after petting Caraxes, who was already at the head of the wooden bed scolding the boy, Jon, still feeling pains throughout his body, limped a bit with his small childlike body. It was at this moment that he heard a horse causing a commotion outside the house. He walked to the window after his wolves gave some space, sticking his head out and seeing what was happening. Jon could only hear voices and the neighing of a horse at the entrance of the main house until then.

"GREG! What do we do with this horse? It's been trying to get in every day." He heard one of Dult's sons shout.

"For the gods' sake, and today it's even worse, damn! I don't know what the boy did with the horse, but it became like this after they handed it to him, Dult." Hearing a new voice that he didn't yet have in his memories, he figured it would be Greg, the man who handled the commercial agreements in this place.

Jon heard and then saw this person from his window; with some effort, he could see the entrance of the house, which turned out to be a comical scene as it was a view of four men trying to hold back a horse that wanted to forcefully enter through the door. The boy could only smile at this.