Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 46 - The Winterfell Banquet 05.

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Third Person POV.
Winterfell.

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Near the entrance at the back, Jon finally stepped into the hall, passing by several people without noticing his blood uncle who walked right past him. His thoughts were preoccupied with finally being back in those halls as he took in all the excitement, something he had never witnessed before.

Not that he had participated in the grand feasts at Winterfell during his childhood. Celebrations like the Harvest Feast were events he was excluded from, as Lady Stark always kept him away from the main hall. She didn't want the northern nobles to compare him to Robb Stark, as Jon bore a much stronger resemblance to the Stark coloring than Robb.

He only took part in smaller gatherings, usually when one or two nobles visited Winterfell. However, on those occasions, he was always placed among the servants, in a corner where no one would notice him, while the Stark family hosted their guests at the main table as usual. As a child, he remembered how much that saddened him, but now he thought it was silly, even if it was natural for a child in his circumstances to feel that way.

Now, he found himself at a feast unlike anything he had experienced before in these halls. Not that he hadn't attended grand events – the celebrations in Skyrim or other regions of Tamriel were larger and more extravagant than this. Not to mention the feast in the Hall of Heroes, a place from another world for the Nords of Skyrim, Sovngarde, where there was endless food and drink for the great warriors of the past, who celebrated and battled for eternity, living solely for pleasure.

He had been there without dying, to speak with ancient Dragonborns who helped him defeat Alduin, the World-Eater – but that was a story for another time.

For now, he focused on what he was seeing. Jon looked ahead and observed his former family after so many years. He stopped in the middle of the hall, indifferent to everything else, just to look at them. He began by gazing at the main table, where he noticed the King of Westeros seated.

It was a fat man, leering at some serving girls while drinking, eating, and laughing at everything.

"What a disappointment." Those were the first words to leave his mouth as he looked at the man he had wanted to kill when he came to this world. Was this what the king had become? Jon felt so embarrassed that he even lost the desire to kill him in a duel. It would be a disgrace to himself; dueling a drunken, fat man was certainly beneath him.

Next to him was the queen, and beside her sat someone Jon immediately recognized the moment he laid eyes on her. He could see Catelyn Stark. The woman had aged eight years since the last time he had seen her. There were some differences, but not many, and the same stern expression remained as she tried to converse with the queen, who appeared quite arrogant.

There was also a child with her – the child looked about two years old, which made Jon raise an eyebrow. It seemed Lady Stark was still giving children to his uncle.

His gaze moved across the other tables, and he saw Robb near the high table, easily recognizable by his red hair and easy smile as he talked. Robb was speaking with Theon Greyjoy, someone who had arrived at Winterfell shortly before Jon left. Theon looked the same as ever. It seemed that being among wolves hadn't stopped him from behaving like a squid, as Jon remembered.

He also spotted Sansa at another table, surrounded by friends, chatting and sneaking glances toward the high table where the prince was seated. From what Jon could tell, the boy resembled the queen quite a bit, though he bore no resemblance to the king, and he dressed in a way befitting the status Jon assumed he held. There were two younger siblings with him, but the prince seemed the most arrogant, just as Jon had heard.