Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 55 - I'm Jon Snow.

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Third Person POV.
Winterfell.

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Jon walked calmly toward the entrance of Lord Stark's solar, where the guards quickly noticed his approaching presence. They raised their eyebrows in surprise at seeing him inside and instinctively reached for their weapons.

He was clean, without any weapons or suspicious items—all stored in his dimensional space—so there was nothing for them to seize from him.

"Hello," Jon began, addressing the guard he recognized. At least, he remembered him as an aspiring soldier at the time. His name should be Jory Cassel; it seemed he had become Lord Stark's personal guard. Jon continued under the questioning gazes of the guards.

"I am here for the Lord of Winterfell, who seeks me. I was told to come, and here I am," Jon spoke calmly.

The guards exchanged glances before one of them—Jory Cassel himself—entered the solar. A short time later, he returned with a cautious expression.

"You may enter, but we will search and bind you. You are now in the custody of House Stark," he said.

"I am unarmed, but I don't understand this custody," Jon commented as the guard quickly checked him to ensure he carried nothing.

"You are suspected of committing murders in Wintertown. You didn't appear when summoned, yet you've been seen in the city in recent days, and the murders continued."

"I don't recall being notified of this. Murders? I don't know what you're talking about," Jon replied, keeping his voice calm as the man frowned, feeling as though Jon was mocking them.

"Alright, take him," Jory said finally to the other guard. The nephew of Ser Rodrik prevented any further argument—not that Jon insisted—and the door was opened. The guard led him inside.

Jon paid no attention to his uncle or his uncle's wife at first, only observing the solar. It was very much as he remembered it, having visited a few times for conversations with his supposed father in the past. Those talks, centered on honor, simultaneously hid secrets from him and avoided his questions.

After taking in the room, he was left standing in the middle of the solar, held by the guard, where his gaze shifted to Lord Stark, seated at the table with Lady Catelyn at his side. Both stared at Jon with suspicious eyes.

"Well, well, I'm flattered by the reception," Jon said with a smile, prompting Lady Stark to frown at his words. It was her husband who broke the silence.

"I wouldn't say that, considering you're being accused of murder. Usually, I would have you thrown directly into our cells, but since you came to see me, let's hear what you have to say," Ned Stark said, still eyeing Jon doubtfully, recalling his lost nephew but unwilling to believe it could truly be him.

"My words are brief, Lord Stark. I am simply here to inform you that, unfortunately, I cannot remain in Winterfell and will have to leave," Jon said calmly.

Everyone present exchanged perplexed looks. Lady Catelyn already held a negative opinion of the strange bard. After all, he had first disappeared after defying the king at the banquet—an event many said he had instigated, leading to the chaos at the end. Hours later came the courtyard incident. The situation escalated with the murders and even the theft of beds, a mystery she was still trying to resolve without success.

It was even possible to suspect this bard. The disappearance of the beds was bizarre, and no one knew where they had gone, creating serious problems with the queen, who was furious to find her chamber missing one.