Conquest Of Fire And Blood

Chapter 2: Confrontation

- Jon Snow - Ned Stark - Winterfell -

Jon woke in his bed. The sunlight shining bright through his small window was the thing that caused him to wake up.

He groaned as he rolled to the side of the bed, swinging his legs over, his feet hitting the cool wood, waking up his senses.

He took a deep breath and tried not to gag when he felt the taste of puke in his mouth. It all came back to him in a sudden moment.

He tried to calm himself, tried to ease his now quickening heart, but it was useless. He had to go ask his uncle, a man he had always seen as his father, a man who had raised him as best as he could while protecting him from his best friends murderous lust, why he had hidden this secret from him for so long.

He pulled on his tunic and the rest of his clothes. Jon sighed and slipped on his boots, he then took some deep breaths, opened his bedroom door and walked out. Jon headed for Ned's office, where Jon assumed he would be.

He walked in a daze, every footstep sending cold shivers through his limbs, every breath he took felt like air he wasn't supposed to be breathing, he only felt trepidation. He was scared.

Scared of what this would change, how it would change, what he would become, what it would force him to become, what it would force him to change. He wasn't sure he was ready for change.

But he didn't have a choice anymore.

That was stripped from him the day he came into the world, the day his mother died, the day Ned took him in to raise as his own, to lie to everyone.

His choice was taken as he knocked on the door of Ned Starks study.

A few quiet empty moments later, he heard his voice.

"Come in!" Ned called.

Jon froze, he tried to reach for the handle, but he couldn't. If he walked in there this would all become real.

His fate would be sealed, everything would change.

He stepped backwards, the more he stared at the handle the more fear reverberated through him. His breath was shaky and shallow, his heart was pounding through his chest and his mind become cloudy as it became riddled with fear and anxiety.

He wasn't even functioning anymore, he was just standing there, becoming weak and unsteady. A single warm tear rolled down his cheek as he stared at the wooden door.

The door was the colour of her eyes, her hair, he wondered why he didn't look like her, or him. Maybe it was because he was a mix of them both.

He remembered the sound of her voice, not meant to be heard by his ears, her giggles as his father made her laugh, sounds he was always meant to hear...but never meant to hear. She was gone, the chance of living a life with her gone with it, she gave her life...for his...

The pressure of guilt started to build up inside of him, did Ned secretly blame him for his sisters death? Did his mother blame him? 

Why did his father leave him? Leave his mother? A pointless fight that he died for, a pointless war that he started.

He slowly let his mind become overwhelmed, until he was on the edge of himself. He didn't even realize he had fallen over until the darkness washed over him, forcing him to close his eyes and pass out.

Ned heard a thump, like something had been dropped of someone had fallen on the ground, outside of his study.

He questioned checking it out, it was a pretty loud thump.