A Wolf of War (Completed)

Tyrion

Tyrion still hadn't gotten used to the winter winds of the North, his summer blood was not used to the coldness. Not yet, the South never got to know what real winter was, not as much as the Northerners knew the cold. Tyrion only knew what the coldness was when he came up with Robert's court, or when he went to the Wall with Jon. 

Even then it wasn't winter, only the lateness of summer. Tyrion wandered what the Wall was like at this time, but what Valyrrn had said was the Wall was no more. Tyrion didn't know what to believe anymore, whether Dany was going to sit on the throne or if the Wall was no more. 

Tyrion while at Winterfell had acquired a book about the Lords of the North and another book about the Kings of the North. Within the book about the kings, there had been pages adding for King Robb Stark. The book about the lords had a few pages for every lord and his or her household. 

However, when Tyrion read through the book there was a page for Lord Valyrrn, but it was just one page. There wasn't more than five pages for every lord, but House Valyrrn only had one page out of the entire book and there wasn't even a lot of things written down on the book. As if someone didn't want to find out about him, as if the maesters didn't want anyone to use him or know about him. 

 Tyrion wanted to get the bottom of this, but he was swapped with council meetings and orders from the Queen. Though he did learn something from Samwell Tarly, something about Jon. An Annulment? Was that it? Samwell had told him that Rhaegar had married Lyanna Stark secretly, that Jon was the next in line for the throne. It was sudden, but Tyrion couldn't tell Daenerys, he just couldn't. It would ruin everything; start another war which would lead to more death and even the end of Westeros. Was that what Valyrrn had meant? That there were two dragons in our midst, but we only thought that the two dragons were the Queen's. Or when he had said, the wolf and the dragon came together to form the wolf-dragon. Valyrrn was referring to Jon. 

If only Tyrion had known sooner, but the Small Council did not listen to the lord. No one would, well except for his men and his household. 

Tyrion was curious to see what these 20,000 men looked like. Lord Valyrrn had sent word to his Maester, the army was coming and everyone knew it. Queen Daenerys, Jon Snow, Davos Seaworth, Lady Sansa, Arya Stark, Lord Jamie, the Dothraki warlord, Greyworm, Missandei, Jorah Mormont, and Tyrion rode on horseback to a large hill outside Winterfell. Behind the company, Lord Royce, Lord Glover, and a few Unsullied warriors followed closely behind. 

Lord Valyrrn had rode ahead the night before, his two guards and his direwolf went with him. From the hill you could see nothing, but by sound you could hear the marching. Horses galloped, men were yelling, the snow stopped falling and the wind stopped blowing. Then just below the horizon heads started to pop up, one by one until the large army was almost in full sight. On either side of the army the direwolves ran alongside. The navy blue sigil was carried by the living and around the banners, the dead and the living marched on. The army was already in formation, one hundred men for every section and there were twenty sections. 

Tyrion looked over from his horse, Lord Snow's horse moved slightly and so did Jamie's. The two lords were uncomfortable, who wouldn't, the army was large. No one thought that an unknown lord would have that many men. Just below them the army stopped, the sections halted and the inner soldiers turned to face each other. The commanding officers came down the columns , turned to the right or left then stopped. Finally Lord Valyrrn came down the large column, behind him were his two guards and his ward. The direwolf ran ahead of the group.

 Finally Lord Valyrrn came to a stop, just below the hill and his eyes looked up at the company. "My Lords, My Ladies," Valyrrn nodded his head and talked to the group. "An army of 20,000 men, more than the armies of the North." Tyrion had noticed that Valyrrn was mocking Lord Glover, the lord had a smug look on his face. And Tyrion knew what that looked like. He'd seen it so many times with his father and with Cersei.