Lannister Bastard

Golden Hair

Before~

The white flurries of snow filled the air surrounding the wildlings. The pelts of fur, one of the main pieces of clothes that covered their bodies, on their arms were huge shields made of one of the strongest woods in the far north. A seven red spiral covered the entire shield, an ancient symbol created by the Children of the Forest. However, this symbol used as a sign of war for the Shield Maidens beyond the wall. The one leader, who created it, Saoirse Hill, lead with vicious attacks against other tribes and Northmen that dared to defy them. Despite having a strong warrior in their midst, it didn't come without a price.

With blood of men on her hands, Saoirse fought with intent to kill, and kill she did. Men tried and tried again to take the village of women she had built, but with the Shield maidens, they all retreated. Life comes with new snow, the wildlings believed, but Saoirse believed it came death. And death of all things, was Saoirse the most afraid of. The Night King.

Slamming her shield into one of the wights, she pressed forward, trying to save as many women and children as she could. Her breathing ragged, only increased with each passing moment. The air grew thinner as it cut through the maidens like butter. Many maidens fell, as each one was bombarded with dozens of wights. Saoirse screamed to retreat, cutting through the wights that came after her. As the shield maidens and Saoirse ran back to safety, fields of icy blue eye continued to appear, popping up like fresh flowers in the spring. Hundreds of wildlings gone in an instant. The only thing that was left behind was the few dozen that remained. Blood splattered the fresh snow, carving its reign on the north. Saoirse looked back at the carnage that just ensued, her hair stained red, and with her grey eyes watering, she bit her lip and retreated from the stained snow with the few dozen of wildlings that were left.

Present~

"He raised his hands. And they all stood up at once. Tens of thousands of them, the biggest army in the world," Jon dramatized for Sam as they sat together in the library.

"So, what are you gonna do?" Sam asked.

"I'm gonna hope they don't learn how to climb the wall."

"But...The Dragonglass?" Sam asked once more. Jon looked at him before turning to look back at the books that lined the room. He shook his head slowly.

"No one's ever getting that back now. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, unless we had a mountain of it."

"But you killed a white walker..."Sam stated confused.

"With Longclaw. I saw them shatter steel axes like they were glass. But longclaw..." Jon tried to make sense of what had happened but couldn't explain it.

"He's made of Valyrian Steel. How many Valyrian steel swords are left in the Seven Kingdoms?" Sam asked

"Not enough...The first lord commander in history to sacrifice the lives of sworn brothers to save the lives of Wildlings. How's it feel to be friends with the most hate man in Castle Black?" Jon asked smiling at Sam, feeling a bit overwhelmed and disappointed.

"You were friends with me when I first got here. And I wasn't winning any elections back then." Sam pointed out.

"Here's to us then. Long may they sneer." Jon raised his cup to Sam, and both cheered to the pathetic excuse of a cheer.

"What?" Jon asked feeling Sam stare at him.

"I wanted to ask you something. To ask something of you. Send me, Gilly, and the baby to Oldtown so I can become a Maester. That's what I'm meant to be, not this," Sam pointed around the room then back to Jon, trying to make his point.