A Wolf of War (Completed)

Sansa

The castle seemed as normal as ever, people walk in and out of the gates. Winter has come, the snow fell and stuck to the ground. Sansa was Lady of Winterfell, acting as one but was she really? Her bastard brother, Jon Snow, had finally come home but with someone else came with him. A woman, a woman with pale hair and violet eyes. Sansa was furious when she learned about Jon bending the knee to this woman, this Dragon Queen.

But she had shown no emotion to what was going on. But she told Jon about the mysterious man, the mysterious Northern man who came and went. Jon had sent a raven to fetch this man, but was he ready for what was to come.  Sansa stood on bridge above the south gate, her eyes were on the open gates as she heard the men shouting and the horns blew in the wind. But Jon was not up there with her, he was in the Great Hall waiting for this man to show up.

The banners were the first things she saw, then the riders, then that black direwolf. Her eyes wandered to the banner, the sigil was rather strange and one that she's never seen before. The man, Lord Valyrrn, dismounted his horse and his direwolf sat down. "I was called upon by the Warden of the North. So I am here to serve and counsel." He told one of the guards, then looked back at his company.

He had said something to them, a language that the Sansa did not know. "Valar, Shadow, you two come with me. Ren, get Osric fed and get to one of the nearest inns until the Lord of Winterfell says otherwise." He turned around to face the guard, his eyes looked up at Sansa's. He nodded and smiled at her before walking away with his guard and direwolf behind him. Sansa walked off to the Great hall, Arya her sister, was already there along with their brothers were there waiting, along with the Dragon Queen.

Sansa sat down on the right side of Jon, the Dragon Queen sat on the other side. Arya stood alongside the wall and Bran was next to Sansa, Ser Davos stood behind Jon and Tyrion Lannister sat next to the Dragon Queen, and her advisor and the head of her guard stood behind her. The Lord of Valyrrn walked in, his guard stood by the door and his direwolf came up next to its master. He bowed to the Dragon Queen and addressed her, but his eyes didn't show any emotions. "My Lord, my name is Hunter Valyrrn. I knew your father and the family that you came from." He turned to the Dragon Queen. "Your Grace, I knew your father, your mother, you brother, and all of House Targaryen. Dragons have ruled this land since the time of the Targaryen conquest. And before that, many Lords claimed themselves kings over something. Whether it was pile of shit or a weirwood tree. I served under the Kings of Winter, but I also served under-"

He was interrupted by Tyrion Lannister, the Dragon Queen's Hand. "House Valyrrn? I've never heard of that house." Tyrion looked at the lord who stood in front of them, the lord looked at his direwolf in the eyes before looking back the lords and the Queen. "An old house, a house created when the First Men had arrived. My father, created this house but never fought against the Children nor fought alongside the First Men." He sighed and looked at Jon, Sansa kept her eyes on Hunter and his direwolf the whole time.

"Lord Snow, I am here to help and to counsel you. You have seen the Night King and the Army of the Dead. You know what is coming, winter has come and so has the Long Night. You'll need my help more than anything. I lived through the winters in the last hundred years and the ones before that. I know the Long Night, I have looked into its eyes and watched what it has done. The storm is coming, Jon Snow. As of right now, you are a bunch of wolves banded together, the pack. When the lone wolf asks to join the pack, do the members of the pack refuse or do they discuss? Do they kill the wolf or do they let the lone wolf die by itself? The lot of you are the pack, I am the lone wolf. Your father was a kind man, and his father before him, and so forth. Though I was never able to meet Robb before his death, the Grey Wolf was it? And they call you the White Wolf."

His word were mostly towards Jon, but Sansa saw it as if the words were towards everyone. A sigh escaped the lord's mouth, his eyes looked towards his direwolf, his head nodded and the direwolf walked towards the high table. The guards drew their swords and looked at Jon for approval, but Jon reached a hand to the large, black direwolf. The large direwolf sat down in front of Jon but looked at Bran.