BASTARD ABOVE ALL | j. snow

NO ONE had seen a Targaryen since Aerys was slain by the Kingslayer, since his prodigal son died by warhammer, since the former's children went dark like lanterns that had burned all the way to their end. Their bastards, the Blackfyres, died with Prince Maekar. The dragonriders went and came with the wind, silver hair and purple eyes never to be seen again. Robert Baratheon sat fat and happy on the Iron Throne, his own bastard children ready to follow in line with blonde crowns and faces much too similar to their uncle. Westeros is in the hands of a usurper, kings declaring themselves all over the land, quick to split the kingdoms and force one's hand again.

Robb Stark declares in the North, backed by an army of Northmen and a horse-sized wolf at his side. Renly Baratheon plays with the Tyrells, a stag amongst flowers, incomparable to his betters but standing nonetheless. Stannis Baratheon is pushed to power with magic and false words from the red priestess Melisandre, backed by his own army and withering sanity. The land is a mess and the Watch is left to do as they do best, stand high above and watch.

Jon Snow is among them, the bastard son of Eddard Stark, the hand of the king, left in the only place he had left to go. Long gone are the days spent with his half-siblings, his brother soon to make himself a king, his sister meant to wed a rotten prince, his littlest sister armed with nothing but a needle, Bran hasn't woke since he fell, Rickon is a baby, and Catelyn Stark still hates him. He is alone.

Enys Hill is the boy that haunts him like a long dead ghost. A builder on the Wall with cold blue eyes and silvered skin, Jon finds himself stuck under the boot of the strongest boy in the yard. He finds himself challenged by a dog, the faith in himself questioned as he stands before something old and ancient. He feels the weight, the pressure of Enys' strength and the coldness in his eyes, and Jon tastes metal.

GAME OF THRONES
JON SNOW X OC
book 1 - book 5