Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 57 - Jon Snow is Alive.

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Third Person POV.
Winterfell.

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Things were not easy in Winterfell after Jon left. An hour passed, and Lady Catelyn's absence from the sept began to be noticed due to her daily prayers. Even so, the septa assumed Lady Catelyn was occupied with something now that her husband would be leaving in the coming days.

However, when Maester Luwin went to deliver some documents to Lord Stark in his solar, he noticed the absence of guards, which was strange. After all, even if Lord Stark left the room, some security should remain to guard his solar, especially with visitors in Winterfell—someone could steal important documents.

Despite finding it odd, Luwin needed to deliver some documents brought by the ravens and have Lord Stark review them later. When he opened the door, he was met with a disconcerting sight: Lady Catelyn and two guards, one of them Jory, the leader of the guard, lying on the ground near the door, and another body behind the desk—it was none other than Lord Stark.

"This..." The first thought that crossed the Maester's mind was that they were all dead, victims of some assassination. His heart raced as he hurried to check the nearest bodies, glancing nervously at Lady Catelyn.

"She's alive and well..." He sighed in relief upon checking her pulse and finding no injuries on the Lady of Winterfell, though her face bore a reddish mark in the shape of a hand.

"She was slapped... Who would do this? And they must have been strong enough to knock her unconscious with it..." he murmured, inspecting the guards. Both showed signs of physical attacks delivered with considerable force. He hoped there were no lasting injuries—despite no blades being used, punches could cause fractured bones and internal trauma. He would examine them more thoroughly later.

The last body to check was Lord Stark's. He appeared to have been thrown against the wall, where a mark over two meters high indicated the impact. It was the most bizarre thing Luwin had ever seen.

"How is this possible...?" he muttered, stunned. It seemed as if some kind of monster had thrown his lord against the wall.

Seeking answers, he attempted to wake them, hoping they were conscious despite their injuries.

"My lord... can you hear me?" He began shaking Lord Stark gently, who responded after several attempts.

"Hm..." A faint groan escaped his lips as Lord Stark blinked his eyes open, wincing from the throbbing pain in his head and back after hitting the wall.

"My lord... Are you all right?" Luwin murmured, studying him.

"Luwin... Hm?! Jon?! Where is he?" Lord Stark's words came out with urgency the moment he could speak.

"Jon... Lord Stark... Can you tell me what happened here? Everyone is unconscious with severe injuries..." Luwin said, looking at him with concern.

"I..." Lord Stark tried to recall, images flashing in his mind of being lifted into the air by Jon—a Jon older than he could have imagined, with abilities he didn't understand and that even frightened him. His nephew's words about intending to start a war haunted him, something Stark could not allow to happen.

"First, I need to know how Cat is!" His gaze fell on his wife. Luwin said no more and went to check on Lady Catelyn, while Lord Stark began to rise on his own despite the pain.

She woke up even more hysterical than anyone else. "Ned! That bastard hit me!" she exclaimed with fury and hysteria, feeling her face burning from the slap, unable to believe that the bastard had raised his hand against her so easily.