Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 52 - Teaching the Crown Prince.

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Third Person POV.
Winterfell.

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The party wasn't very calm for the rest of the night, filled with confusion and fights as chaos spread across the hall. Men threw punches at each other while the women, along with the servants, ran to avoid being caught in the middle of it.

The Stark guards struggled to separate the men, while Lord Stark held his head in frustration, overwhelmed by the scene. Eventually, they managed to restore some order, even as a drunken Jon Umber staggered around shouting for someone named Dovahkiin.

In the end, the party concluded, and all those without a place in Winterfell were sent away. The night came to an end, but by morning, Winterfell was bustling once again, as a crowd began gathering in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, the Dragonborn was beginning to wake. He heard a door creak open and felt eyes watching him but sensed no danger.

Suddenly, something climbed onto his bed and swiftly reached his face, licking him. Jon opened his eyes to see a small white wolf.

"He likes you!" a feminine voice said as Jon turned his gaze from the wolf to the girl standing nearby, holding another wolf in her arms.

It was Arya Stark, his cousin, watching him curiously.

"It seems so..." Jon replied, his tone neutral.

"Are you okay?" she asked, showing no fear despite finding a stranger sleeping in one of the castle's barns.

"Just a bit of a headache, a hangover," Jon replied as he fully woke up and sat on the edge of the bed. He truly had drunk too much, and the effects lingered. Even during the fight he had instigated with Greatjon Umber, he had kept drinking, more than he should have.

His eyes fell on the girl before him. He wasn't sure what to make of her, and she looked back at him with curious eyes.

"You're that bard from last night. I really liked your song. What's its name?" she asked as Jon ran his hand over the white wolf, content but barely making a sound.

"Sovngarde is calling me," Jon replied with the same dry tone.

"That's amazing! This Sovngarde, what kind of place is it?" she asked.

"A haven for great warriors after their deaths, where they spend eternity feasting and fighting," Jon explained.

"If I fight, can I go there?" she asked, her tone growing louder, excitement in her voice, while Jon made a grimace.

"I doubt Sovngarde would accept a girl," Jon mocked.

"I'm not just a girl! I'll learn to fight!" she exclaimed.

"I highly doubt that," Jon teased again.

"I will!" she insisted before continuing. "Anyway... I was heading to the courtyard, where my brother is fighting the prince. I thought I'd check on Spark, but as soon as I opened the kennel door, he bolted. I followed him here and saw you when I opened the door to let Spark in after he started scratching to get inside..." She spoke while looking at the wolf enjoying Jon's attention.

"Spark, is that his name?" Jon raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, because it sounds like Stark, and no one else has named him yet," Arya replied.

"Spark... that's a terrible name. That won't be his name," Jon said, as if the wolf already belonged to him. Arya frowned, giving Jon an odd look.

"Spark is a great name!" she said stubbornly, but Jon didn't seem to care, which only annoyed her. "Then what name should he have?" she demanded, pouting.