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

Chapter 55 - Winterfell 06.

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Third Person POV

Winterfell, 292 AC, Few days after.

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The days were passing in Winterfell, and Catelyn Stark felt increasingly worried about the prolonged presence of the bastard in the castle. A week had passed since his arrival, and Jon was demonstrating a talent and confidence that deeply disturbed the matriarch of House Stark, a contrast to what the boy was after he disappeared years ago. She watched the bastard walk through the castle with a posture that almost insinuated that he belonged there, something that left her restless and filled with hatred; her husband's fruit of betrayal seemed to walk through Winterfell as if the castle belonged to him, and the worst part was that the boy was some kind of wizard, making Catelyn still fear that aberration.

The servants told of attacks with animals as soon as they tried to enter her room, and she saw some crows staring directly at her. When she saw something like this, she ran to the sept to beg for the evil being to disappear from there, that he was a threat to everyone in her family. Robb, her son, was also disturbed. He sought Catelyn, confused about how to deal with Jon's presence, which seemed to eclipse his own importance as the heir of Winterfell.

Catelyn, in her fear and discontent, fueled Robb's insecurities, suggesting that Jon was there to make him look weak and inferior. Deep down, Catelyn feared that Jon's presence could diminish Robb's status, especially now that the Manderlys were about to visit Winterfell. She feared that Jon's glory and deeds might overshadow her son's position. She told Robb to be strong, not to show inferiority or weaknesses to the bastard, as that was exactly what he was doing there; he should show that a true son was better than a son of a war whore.

Jon, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to these concerns. After two years living in Arctica, his priorities and concerns had changed significantly over the past years. Before, he cared about Robb's opinion, but now, he no longer sought contact or approval or friendship from his brother, realizing that the hostility did not come from him, but from others with idiotic jealousy. He had seen many brothers and relatives betraying each other for various reasons, and the most idiotic by green visions and knew a little about how it worked. Besides, there was the case of theft that Robb never apologized for, so Jon would never again care about Robb's opinion of him. Jon was more focused on spending time with Arya and Bran, the only members of the Stark family with whom he still wished to maintain a close relationship.

That morning, Lord Eddard Stark was sharpening his sword in the most sacred place of Winterfell, a man who always had profound respect and reverence for the old gods. While he was sharpening the sword, Jon approached.

"Did you call me, father?" Jon spoke as he approached, only with his Valyrian steel sword at his waist that he took from Ghost.

"Yes, son. Sit beside me," Lord Stark requested, and Jon nodded, approaching.

Sitting beside his son under the shadow of the heart tree, Ned was silent before saying anything.

"Jon, this grove has always been a place of reflection and connection with the old gods for our family," said Ned, looking at the heart tree with its red leaves and carved face. "I have always felt a peace here, a connection with our ancestors. It

is a reminder of the weight and honor of being a Stark."

Jon listened attentively, absorbing the tree after his father's words. "I've always felt something special here too, it was the best place for me to be and the one where I spent the most time after the library." Jon admitted, remembering his life in the castle more than 3 years ago.