Chapter 51 - The Winterfell Banquet 10.

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Winterfell.

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"Yes..." The words escaped the mouth of the Lord in front of the Dragonborn.

"As I imagined," Jon commented while analyzing Lord Reed and his children, who watched him with a certain caution. "I've always heard that you were a close friend of Lord Stark, from his own lips many years ago, but I also heard you never left your swamp in the south of the North. It seems that has changed." He spoke while noticing the man wasn't drinking, as there was nothing for him or his children to consume.

The man gave a tight-lipped smile. "And it remains so. After all, I have a debilitating condition," he said, seemingly glancing at his legs.

"I noticed that..." Jon said suddenly. "I know you survived, but it was still rather cowardly what you did to the greatest swordsman in Westeros." His words made the man flinch slightly, looking at Jon in surprise that he knew, while his children seemed confused.

"I'm not proud of it at all..." Howland said, continuing, "But for the first time in 16 years, I am here in Winterfell." He commented as Jon raised an eyebrow.

Jon ignored the comment about Ser Arthur Dayne's fate. "Indeed... looking at it like this, it almost seems like you're here precisely to see me. Like you foresaw my arrival or something like that?" Jon asked, raising his eyebrow again.

"Not me, but my son." He gestured toward the boy beside him, and Jon scrutinized him with his eyes in the next moment.

"My name is Jojen Reed, and I have a question for you." The boy spoke directly, staring at Jon with intense eyes.

"Go ahead," Jon said, unsure what the boy wanted but certainly curious.

"You were beyond the Wall, weren't you?" Jojen began, taking care to ensure no one else could hear.

"Yes," Jon replied, a bit surprised but also intrigued by what the boy wanted to say.

"Then you killed him, didn't you?" The boy continued. Jon gave him a look that suggested he understood what Jojen was referring to.

"Are you talking about the old man in the tree or the White Walkers?" Jon asked, making everyone there, even Lord Reed, furrow their brows. Jon answered before Jojen could speak.

"Both. I killed both. The White Walkers, as they appeared before me, and that old man in the tree... well, he became my enemy. So I went to him, confronted him. He was there, trapped in the roots, and I killed him. That's what you wanted to know, isn't it?" Jon spoke calmly, while Jojen remained silent at his words, not seeming too surprised by Jon's response.

"Why? Why did you do it? You changed the future of this world!" Jojen murmured, perplexed.

"I did. Well, it doesn't matter," Jon replied, impassive. "After all, I'll shape my own future and won't rely on prophecies or an old man in a tree who claimed to be a Messiah. All that matters is what I want to do." He spoke with an arrogant tone.

Meera Reed, Lord Reed's daughter, observed Jon carefully while her father tried to decipher him. He was certainly nothing like what he had expected from a son of Lyanna Stark. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing. But Jon was very different from the Starks—or at least this one was sure of that. Though his talent with music was something inherited from his father, it still seemed different from Rhaegar.

"And what is your goal now?" Jojen spoke again, while Jon's gaze lingered on the main table. There, Benjen Stark was talking to his brother, likely asking what his brother wanted with him, while Lord Stark, in turn, seemed a bit confused.

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