Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

JON

A wolf howled into the night. Ghost, Jon thought as he put on his gloves. They matched his black doublet perfectly. His shining sword lay on his soft featherbed. Jon picked it up and sheathed it.

Ghost howled again, this time a long one. Jon wrapped his furs tightly around him and made his way out of the Lord's chambers.

Bran should have been here by now, he thought. It was extremely hard to stay calm after hearing Bran's news. The Night's Watch had promised to escort him back safely. But Jon's worries just kept on piling.

Groaning deeply, he strode through the torch lit hallway.

Davos Seaworth was waiting for him at the end of the passage. He had a huge smile on his face. "He's here!"

Jon didn't remember following the Onion Knight into the Great Hall.

The room was buzzing with noise and laughter. A bunch of familiar faces could be spotted but Jon was only searching for one.

His eyes scanned the room eagerly and finally he spotted him. There at the high table sat Brandon Stark on a wooden chair. He was surrounded by men of the Night's Watch and admirers. Their eyes met.

The last time Jon had seen his brother, he was child of ten who loved to climb towers. But the person who sat in front of him looked extremely confident and had a certain aura around.

Bran's jaw dropped to the floor. I must be dreaming, Jon thought. Or hallucinating. But this was too real to be a dream or a vision. They gazed at each other for a moment.

Without waiting another moment, Jon rushed to his brother and wrapped him in a tight and bone crushing hug. He felt tears well in his eyes and hastily wiped them with his gloves. This is real, he realized happily. He's really back!

"You've grown!" Jon said pulling himself free. He just couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

"You too," Bran said smiling back at him. "I guess we had quite an adventure." Jon laughed.

More and more people were pouring into the hall. All of Ned Stark's bannermen had come to see the true heir of Winterfell return.

"Bring more food and wine!" Robett Glover roared. "This occasion deserves a huge celebration!"

Once they were seated and feasting, Bran called a black haired girl to the table. "I want you to meet Meera Reed," he told Jon. "The one who helped me in all my perilous times."

"I am more than thankful, Meera." Jon said shaking the girl's hand. "You shall be awarded greatly."

"Come, join us!" Bran offered her.

"I don't think so, Bran," she said. "I'm going to eat with father."

"Where are Hodor and Summer?" Jon asked.

Bran looked down at his plate sadly. "It was my fault. The Whitewalkers killed them."

Jon wanted to ask more about the Walkers but he remained silent and patted Bran on the shoulder. There was no more mention of the giant or the direwolf.

The feast was getting very noisy. The people feasted on the food and drinks like a pack of hungry wolves. Many came to congratulate Bran on his return.

Jon introduced Bran to all the members of his small council. The Stark brothers talked about their adventures for a while.

"Where are Sansa and Rickon?" Bran asked suddenly. "Edd told me that they were here."

"Sansa is off to the Twins with Petyr Baelish... Well it's a long story," he said looking at the confused look on his brother's face. "As for Rickon....."

"He's with father, isn't he?"

"I tried Bran," Jon sighed. "But Ramsay Bolton's arrow reached him before my hand could."

Ghost entered the hall. He looked at Bran with utter curiosity before licking his hand.

"Now that we are all settled," boomed a drunken Wyman Manderly. "I would like to propose a toast to Brandon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and the King in the North!"

The buzzing hall suddenly became as silent as the grave. "Bran Stark isn't the king!" someone screamed. "Jon Snow is!" It was followed by a few silent murmurs.

"He's a bastard!" bellowed Wyman. "Bran Stark here is the trueborn son of Ned and Catelyn Stark!" A few whispers followed.

"SILENCE!" yelled Lyanna Mormont. "Why can't there be a Lord of Winterfell AND a King in the North? Bran Stark can rule Winterfell while Jon Snow will be king."

Davos stood up. "We value all your opinions," Davos said loudly. "But we should let the brothers decide what to do."

Jon looked at Bran. His brother was aghast and nonplussed. Jon gave him a silent nod.

"Well..." said Bran clearing his throat. "I am really thankful that you are all so happy to see me come back. It pleases me even more that you want me as your lord." He looked at Jon. "However, my brother won the north for us. If it wasn't for him, we'd still be cowering under the rule of the Boltons. He gave us our home back. He may be a baseborn but he has Stark blood in him. And that is why my friends, I want you to approve him as the Lord of Winterfell and King in the North. It is my final word."

"THE KING IN THE NORTH!" the crowd chanted. "THE LORD OF WINTERFELL! THE WHITE WOLF!" Jon sighed with relief as the words rang in his ears.

After the feast, Tormund Giantsbane helped Bran back into his chambers. "He's a heavy one," he told Jon wiping the sweat from his head.

"We have a lot to talk," Bran told Jon.

"We have a lot of time," Jon replied. He walked closer to his brother. "And trust me Bran, I won't be leaving you ever."