Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 56 - Leaving Winterfell..

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Third Person POV.
Winterfell.

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Jon calmly walked out of Winterfell's gates, passing by guards and servants who avoided looking directly at him. He kept his presence under the radar, avoiding unnecessary attention. Despite being a warrior, he had learned some interesting techniques from the thieves' guilds in Riften during his time in Skyrim. One of them had even become his lover, until he decided to end the relationship and she tried to kill him. Yet, he had learned many things about the craft from her.

Leaving Winterfell behind, he noticed the castle's outer area was bustling with activity, even more so than usual. The king was preparing to depart, and the commotion around King Robert and Eddard Stark, who had officially been declared the Hand of the King, filled the air.

But Jon didn't care about that. He continued across the courtyard, where many were training, paying them little attention. His destination was the kennels.

"Excuse me." As he walked toward the kennels, Jon remained composed, ignoring the people around him. However, when someone called out to him, he stopped immediately. For someone to notice his presence, they needed to have sharp perception or already be looking for him.

Turning around, Jon found none other than Benjen Stark, his uncle. Benjen's gaze was analytical, as though trying to recognize him. It was clear that he saw Jon as his nephew but hesitated, as if something about the young man's features didn't align.

"Can I help you, Lord Stark?" Jon asked calmly. He didn't harbor the same resentment toward Benjen as he did toward Eddard Stark. In fact, Benjen was one of the few who treated him kindly. For that reason, Jon had avoided him during the feast. He wasn't sure how to act since part of him wanted to demand the debts House Stark owed him, but not from this uncle.

"You mentioned coming from distant lands, didn't you? May I ask where, if it's not too much trouble?" Benjen asked, still scrutinizing him as though trying to confirm his suspicions.

"Skyrim. It's a land to the north of where I come from, which is why I look like a Northerner, like all of you. We endure cold winters and the hardships that come with them." Jon replied, nearly mentioning the Long Night but holding back. Skyrim had its own monsters, just as this place did.

"I see. Forgive me... You remind me of someone. Someone I think I'll never see again..." Benjen murmured, his tone laced with sadness and guilt.

Jon raised an eyebrow, surprised by his uncle's reaction. 'This guy... I can't let him die,' he thought, muttering under his breath, almost inaudibly, "If only I could help you..."

"Well, I'll be going then. Goodbye, Benjen Stark." Jon said, turning to continue on his way.

"Wait a minute! Do you have somewhere to go? Have you heard of the Night's Watch? It's a place where we serve with honor. If you're interested..." Benjen suggested hesitantly.

"I appreciate the offer," Jon interrupted directly, unwilling to get involved with the Watch. He knew that soon a letter would arrive in Winterfell mentioning a stranger with glowing purple eyes, seen beyond the Wall, beating several rangers with some kind of magic.

'If they even believe the stories,' he thought before replying to his uncle. "But I'm fine with things as they are, so I'll decline your offer."

Jon ignored Benjen's worried look and continued on his way. He only glanced back briefly before encountering two individuals who, without a doubt, were not fond of him. At least one of them wasn't, while the other had been cautious since their first meeting.