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Jon Snow, Winter Fort, 330 A.C.

"The harvests were generous Jarl, if we complement it with fishing from the sea, our people will not go hungry this year," Vala reported proudly in her voice, looking at Jarl Jon and waiting for his approval

Jon looked at the simple report in question, although the paper was of poor quality compared to the one he used to see in Winterfell, Jon was pleased with the progress of his people

Nodding, Jon replied in a tired voice

“An excellent performance, do you have the blacksmiths' report?”

Vala shook her head with some embarrassment and replied

"I'm afraid not, Jarl, though the last thing I know is that we're about to replace the bronze and bone arrows with steel."

Jon frowned and focused his gaze on the window, looking out over the merciless ocean, at the foot of the small fortress, Jon looks proudly at what he had built, a small city, but prosperous

Twenty thousand people called Winter Fort their home, and all of them called him their Jarl

Without moving, Jon asked again

“News from the south?”

Vala sighed and replied

"There are, as you said, the red bitch ignored our warnings and mobilized a regiment of soldiers near the ruins of Castle Black."

Jon frowned, apparently his useless bitch of a cousin was just as stubborn and stupid as her late mother

However, Jon's fury was calmed by the presence of Wraith, a baby of his beloved Ghost, the she-wolf enjoying the company of the elderly Jarl apparently

Calmly, Jon began to stroke the wolf's head and thought coolly about his next action

Ever since King's Landing burned, Jon hadn't broken through the wall, his "brothers" seemed content to let him rot in the end of the world

Over the years, Jon recognized how stupid and manipulable he was, whether it was the dwarf Lannister, the abomination that occupied the body of his deceased brother Brandon, or the useless and stupid Sansa, who had been annoying him since the Lords declared him king of the north more than thirty years ago

However, Jon did not return, there was nothing for him in the south, after all, he dedicated the rest of his life to forming a legacy, together with Tormund and Val, Jon unified the remaining clans, absorbing some and eliminating others, until all the lands beyond the wall belonged to the wolf clan, led by Jarl Jon, the white wolf

The clan grew rapidly, and on a large hill on the shores of the Shivering Sea, Jon began the construction of Winter Fort, a true home with a bright future for its people, sturdy houses made of stone and wood began to appear, while on the highest part of the hill the construction of the grey tower began, Jon’s home, from where the whole village was fully visible

However, not all was happiness and joy, as Jon prospered and grew, things south of the wall were quite volatile

Sansa Stark, the "queen" of the north sank the lands of her ancestors more and more, having no real knowledge about how to rule, her cousin handled everything as Cersei did, and whispers of rebellion from the lords of the north began to appear, they even began to play with the idea of naming Jon and crowned him king of the north,  after all, the crazy Targaryen was dead and with her, the only real threat, the dragons

In response, Sansa threw hundreds of soldiers to her death looking for Jon's head, it was evident that she was completely deranged and that sooner or later she would end up killed by her own allies, at this point it was a matter of time

And that led Jon to the person he really hated

The abomination in King's Landning, the putrid being who stole the body of his brother Brandon and now called himself "king" with the damned dwarf lion by his side

If there was anyone Jon wanted to kill with all his might, it was this pair of opportunists

And the time had come

Looking at Vala, Jon ordered

"Prepare the hunters, we will intercept the soldiers that my stupid cousin sent, this situation has to stop," Jon ordered in a firm tone

Vala nodded and went out to carry out Jon's order, leaving the old Jarl completely alone, with his turbulent thoughts

Every day was the same, what would have happened if I wasn't so gullible and so stupid

Alas, he'd never know, the only thing Jon could do was keep going, and after all these years, the end of the road was finally near

Jon grabbed his trusty Longclaw and left the room, he had a lot to do, after all

Jarl Jon of the Wolf’s Clan, Ruins of castle Black, a week later

Jon watched from the top of a large tree as Sansa's soldiers moved, now that he had lived decades in these lands, he was able to understand the contempt for the southerners, they moved awkwardly, alerting everything to more than five leagues around of their position.

His warriors were primed and ready, archers in the trees and spearmen on the ground in the snow, preparing to finish off the invaders

The Jarl looked at Vala and whispered in the old tongue

“capture” in response, Vala nodded and the signal was thrown

One whistle in particular gave the order, and the hunters descended on the soldiers with precision and fury, trained and coordinated by Jon to be lethal accurate and invisible

However, something curious happened, as soon as the enemy soldiers saw Jon's troops, they all raised their hands and shouted

"PEACE, PEACE, WE HAVE COME TO TALK TO THE KING OF THE NORTH" they shouted over and over again

Filled with curiosity, Jon whistled twice and with skill gained only from experience, Jon descended from the tree, landing with difficulty in front of the soldiers of Winterfell, who, seeing him, bent their knees immediately, to the contempt of their soldiers and the intrigue of Jon

“Marlon, I never thought I would see you here, what brings you so far from home?” Jon asked curiously when he saw one of his father's few soldiers with whom he had a cordial relationship

Marlon smiled with relief at the sight of Jon and responded quickly

"We have come to find you my king, you have to stop Queen Sansa's madness, she makes stupid decisions, spend money on banalities and the crops are getting poorer every year, if we don't do something, we will starve next winter" Then, Jon handed an open scroll to Jon, who took it with curiosity and began to read

Jon watched with mixed feelings as his cousin ordered the death of Jarl Jon and his entire lineage of bastards, as they were considered a threat to her reign, the red bitch even mentioned that whoever murdered Jon could keep his daughters as whores, much to the titanic fury of the white wolf

Frowning, Jon looked at Marlon and ordered

“Tell me everyting”

And with relief and hope, the soldier began to speak, with the only mission that King Jon returns to Winterfell to take his place and put an end to the madness of the red bitch

Sansa Stark, Lord’s Solar, Winterfell

Traitors, they were all traitors, she had won the game of thrones, Cersei was dead and she was queen

No one would harm her again, NO ONE, not even her bastard cousin, who played with the savages to be king

If Jon wanted war, then he would have it, Sansa would send as many soldiers as necessary to kill him and remove her last obstacle

She was not stupid, she knew perfectly well that none of the Lords respected her and that absolutely everyone would be happy if Sansa died and Jon returned with his little bastards to take the crown of winter

Her crown, she thought with sickly obsession

Sansa's thoughts were interrupted when a crow began to squawk loudly in the skies

Frowning, she directed her gaze towards the altered creature, however, before she could react, the raven was intercepted by a flying shadow, which moved so fast that it seemed invisible to the queen's eyes

"Although I always knew that you had few scruples, I never thought that you would fall as low as ordering the death of my children, that is sad, even for a crazy harpy like you" a voice was heard behind her that froze her blood

Sansa turned quickly and looked at her cousin, the queen watched with envy as the years seemed to do Jon a favor, although his hair was white and his face wrinkled, Jon still radiated that aura of power and leadership

Something she lacked

With an impassive look, Sansa spoke

"So you've revealed your true self and attacked Winterfell, as I always knew you would," Sansa accused with crazed eyes

Jon just snorted and shook his head, as he looked at Sansa with pity

"Your stupidity ends today, that you dared to send your soldiers against me is irrelevant, they are nothing more than food for my wolves, but you had the audacity to threaten the lives of my children and even worse, you offered my daughters as trophies for my head, I have extinguished entire clans for minor offenses, cousin" Jon exclaimed casually, as he watched Sansa's face pale

Seeing herself cornered, Sansa exclaimed

"I'll scream and all the guards of Winterfell will come to finish you off, I'm the queen, I rule Winterfell, I won the game of thrones!" shouted the neurotic woman out of her mind

Jon just kept watching her passively, as she walked slowly towards him and whispered

"It was always your plan, stupid witch, from the beginning, in the battle against Ramsay, you expected me to die, just like Rickon, you don't care, you never did," Jon's tone of voice was full of hatred, as he walked slowly towards Sansa, who looked at Jon in terror

At that moment, Sansa watched as a huge hawk entered the lot and, in its talons, it completely subdued the body of the crow who saw the scene with wary eyes

“GUARDS! GUARDS!” Sansa screamed desperately as she begged for someone to come in

Jon just snorted and answered

"You are so stupid and conceited that you have not yet realized it, old harpy, who do you think let me enter the castle without informing you? No one can stand you, you'll do the whole north a favor when you left this world." At the end, Jon placed his huge hand on Sansa's weak and fragile neck, who looked at Jon with absolute terror, to the point that she lost control of her body and urinated on herself

Gradually, Jon began to exert pressure, cutting off Sansa's airflow, who was simply gasping desperately, wishing for air to enter her body

"I'll see you in hell, in due time, before I'll send the damn dwarf to you, accompanied by the abomination I called brother, don't worry, I'll cry for the sister I lost, Sansa Stark died in King's Landing, whatever you are, I hope you rot in the seven hells" and then Jon gave Sansa a shove,  who fell resoundingly from the tower where the Lord's solae was located until she collided with the hard ground of the fortress, where she died instantly

Double Kinslayer, Jon thought nonchalantly, the damned gods never showed any interest in intervening when Sansa brought her uncle's kingdom to ruin, she wouldn't feel bad about removing such a plague from this world

Jon then turned his gaze to the terrified crow, which was trying to escape with all its might and spoke

"Enjoy the rest of your pathetic life, soon, your neck has a date with Longclaw" Then, the hawk broke the crow's neck, killing him instantly

Jon simply sighed and looked around, drowned in the irony of what had just happened, the young Jon wished Winterfell for himself

And life granted her wish, at the expense of her father, her siblings, and everything that ever mattered to her

This castle was an empty shell, devoid of soul, however, it would prove useful, it would never be its home, but it was necessary, at least for the moment

I had a crow to hunt, after all