A Wolf of War (Completed)

Jon

It was early in the morning, the pale sun was barely above the dark trees and the birds stirred far above. It must of been nice to be a bird or an animal, something that could run away from danger ad would never pay the price. The price of death. They would never have to deal with the Night King or the end of the human race. They would just live their happy lives and hunt on what's their territory.

The castle was barely alive when the sound of hooves came through the gates, someone was arriving early for the council meeting. Too early. Jon knew who it was, he stood above the courtyard and watched the horses come in. Lord Valyrrn came in on his dark horse, the man had a knack for black. From where Jon was standing he could see that the stallion had red eyes, much like Ghost but the horse was not an albino. The large black direwolf ran besides the horse, the horse, however, did not seem scared of it. Behind the lord, his best two guards followed him.

Their dark navy blue armor, the pale silver of their sigil, and their Valyrian steel swords told Jon that they were no joke, that they were ready for any battle, any war, anyone that would stand in their way. Even their horses and the direwolf had armor on, they were more ready for battle than anyone in the Seven Kingdoms.

A steward came down to greet the Lord Valyrrn, telling that he was early and that the other lords would not arrive for another few hours. But in response, the Lord just looked up at Jon. His cold eyes met with the young lord, then got off his horse. The guards dismounted their horses and three stable-boys came to retrieve the horses, but the direwolf stayed with its master. Direwolves often did their own things, but this one stayed by its master's side and only did what its master wanted.

The steward led the old lord and his men to the Great Hall, the young Warden of the North looked out beyond the walls and the gates at the vast snowy land before him. 'The Night King will be here soon. And then what? We'll all be dead? Or will Lord Valyrrn really be able to save us?' Jon thought as he walked away from the terrace and into the warmth of the castle, Sansa was up and walked out of the Lord's Chambers just as Jon walked past it.

"Lord Valyrrn has arrived, hasn't he?" She asked as she walked right beside him, Jon looked at her then forwards. "Yes. Rather early though, but," his eyes caught sight of the coin in his sister's hand and he stopped walking. "Where did you get that coin?" He asked, his eyes wandered over to Sansa's but her eyes were on the candle that lit up the corridor.

"One of Lord Valyrrn's guards gave it to me, he didn't say anything though but he just handed it to me." Sansa handed the coin over to Jon, Jon noticed that there was blood on the coin. "It was there when we rode back here, the blood I mean." Sansa said, her eyes were still on the candle but she knew that Jon was looking at the blood. Jon nodded then handed the coin back before continuing to walk towards the Great Hall. Inside the Great Hall, the old Lord Valyrrn sat at one of the tables, his face was turned towards the high table. "Lord Eddard, would sit up there with his siblings, his father, and his mother during dinner feasts. Below the high table would sit the men and women of the Stark court. When war would come or when Lord Rickard would have council, the Lords of the North would sit below him at these tables. I would sit right here," He pointed the spot that he was sitting at.

He sat near the back of the large room, far from the high table. "Sitting here, you can see the faces of all the other lords. Young and old, wise and immoral, good and bad. Here they would sit, argue, fight, and much more, but every time the high lord would break it up. Well you wouldn't want to know that." His voice came out rather too soft, too soft to hear. "Too early, I am. But you must be early, in order to attend these meeting. This is a war council, Lord Snow. And I am here to give you counsel about war." Valyrrn said, Jon looked back at Sansa before looking at the lord again. "Well my Lord, may I offer you something to eat or drink?" A small nod came from Valyrrn's head, the direwolf laid next to him gnawing on a bone.