Starts as a Robb Stark x Reader Chapter Series.
The reader is a young northern lady from a small house, about as far north in Westeros as you can get, her father is a good friend of Eddard and they are loyal to House Stark. Where will her life lead...
Summary: A multi-chapter GoT x Reader series. After barely escaping Hardhome with their lives (YN) finally learns why the wildlings are so intrigued by her and her family tree. And Jon returns to Castle Black to a less than cold welcoming.
Series Warning: The series will roughly follow the TV storyline, so it's not always going to be smooth sailing for the reader.
Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader
Chapter Warnings: Angst, death and grief.
Word Count: 4359
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A/N: The previous chapter has quite a big plot reveal at the battle of Hardhome, if you missed that chapter it is well worth going back and reading it, otherwise there will be major spoilers ahead.
The short boat trip to the ship was all but silent. After Tormund's revelation and the sheer enormity of what they had just witnessed along the shore of Hardhome, made words hard to come by. Everyone on the boat sat there quietly, all of them contemplating what Tormund meant, yet still too lost for words to speak. All of them saw what (YN) had done with her sword, watched as she brought wight after wight to their end, turning their rotten decayed flesh and brittle bones to nothing more than harmless clouds of dust. And the vision of (YN) cutting down the white walker with a simple iron sword that should have shattered to pieces in her hands, replayed over and over in Jon's head. But now as they sat on the safety of the ship, with food in their bellies and an ale in their hands, finally the question was asked.
(YN) shook her head to herself, after everything she had seen today, the reality was still hard to swallow. Wights and white walkers, the Night King and his army, they were no longer just scary childhood stories, they were as real as hair upon her head and more terrifying than she could ever imagine. And after laying eyes upon a living breathing giant, the stories of the Mother of Dragons and her fire breathing children which were filtering across from the east, suddenly didn't seem like such a fantasy.
Taking a deep breath, she felt her nerves take hold as her head repeated Tormund's words from earlier, 'They called it 'Nightbreaker' and the one who wields it 'Northern Light'.' What more was there to this wildling folklore? Something told her she really didn't want to know... And yet, she had to know. Looking across to Jon, she could see the same question lingering in his dark eyes... saw the curious stares from the Night's Watch brothers as they passed and the reverent expressions of the Wildlings who looked at her as if she were something from a dream.
"Tormund?" (YN) questioned, moving her gaze to her red-headed friend.
Her voice was quiet and as she cleared her voice to continue, Tormund interrupted, slapping his palms against the small table, "Finally... you're gonna bloody ask me... You wanna know about that sword of yours... don't you?"
