Chapter 19

"State your name and purpose!"

I was at the gates of Castle Black. It took me six days and five nights to reach the wall.

"The name's Allan Curran. I was sent by lord Stark to go beyond the wall and assess the wildling situation."

The man didn't reply and simply opened the gates for me to enter.

"Lord commander Qorgyle is sleeping. You can talk to him on the morrow. For now, you can sleep in the guest chambers."

I simply nodded and folkowed the man who led me to the chambers. The room was bleak looking with a worn out bed made of animal pelt and fur. I put all of my stuff away and lied down on the bed, ready to sleep.

'I never thought of going beyond the wall any time soon. But, here I am.'

I looked at the latest sword that I had forged a while ago and inspected it.

[#59

A Kriegsmesser forged by you out of high quality spring steel.

Slot: Mainhand

STR requirement: 20

DEX requirement: 20

STR: 40

DEX: 60

Sword ability: 150

Attack: 150

Cutting damage: 200

Cold resistance: 30]

Something was different in the way I forged my weapons. Every single weapon that was forged in Westeros and I had 'observed', none of them offered stat bonuses. It was only the Valyrian steel dagger in my possession and 'Ice', the Stark ancestral sword that offered bonuses.

While the dagger gave 150 points to dexterity and 50 magic damage, the sword 'Ice' gave 150 points to strength, 70 points to dexterity and 50 magic damage. Yet, none of them gave any kind of resistance.

[Expert smithing- 54%]

I was half way to reaching adept level of smithing. I could only wonder what reward I would get for that. With thoughts of smithing and forging amazing swords, I fell asleep.

(ACJTF)

I woke up early and got dressed.

The stars could still be seen in the dark blue sky as I lit a fire in the open and cooked some seasoned meat and warmed some water. The smell of cooking meat woke up some of the scavengers.

"Oi! What'd ya doin' there?"

"Preparing food for myself."

"And where'd ya get the meat? It smells delicious!"

"I had it with me."

.

.

"... Can I have some?"

"No."

They had their own kitchen. I wasn't going to share my food with them!

The man's face went sour and he stomped off to take a piss or a dump or whatever else he had in mind. The heard another voice soon after that said, "Lord Stark sent you here?"

I looked up from my meal and asked the old man, "Aye. And you are?"

"I'm the lord commander of the Watch."

I nodded and said, "I just need passage beyond the wall. I don't require any of your rangers to accompany me."

"I did recieve a raven from him about you. Most peculiar... He insisted that I should not ask any questions from you and let you pass through."

I looked at him, trying to assess his thoughts and asked, "What did he say about my return?"

"... Should you return, I am to let you pass through the gates."

I held back a chuckle as I thought, 'Stark knows not to try and stop my return. He hopes I'll die beyond the wall and he won't have to make me a noble. But, if I return, he knows I'll climb the wall if the watch doesn't allow me passage. And then, I'll come after him and his family. Imma dash all of his hopes and return. That's for sure.'

I walked past him and went to my horse. After I was done eating and drinking the hot water, I mounted my horse and made my way to the gates under the wall. my newest sword, the Kriegsmesser, was tied to my waist in its scabbard and my Valyrian steel dagger was also equpped.

No words were said and I quietly made my way past the wall. As soon as I passed the threshold, I recieved a notification.

[Player has entered a new domain.

The True North: A land of constant conflict and danger. Beware of the dead ice for it knows you have entered its land. Beware of the eyes that see all for they have their own agendas. Beware of the cold for it is all consuming.

Debuff applied: 15 cold damage every hour.

Weapon boost: 30 cold resistance.

Debuff is nullified]

'... Well, that's convenient.'

My first destination was already decided.

'Fist of the First Men, here I come.'

(ACJTF)

Meanwhile in Winterfell...

Lyanna had a big fight with her father over his decision to send Allan away on a quest from which he might not return. She had to be restrained by her brothers to stop her from pulling a sword out against her father.

Since she was stopped by her brothers, she went to the training field and threw knives and axes at targets. Everyday since then, Lyanna mostly spent her days training against the Stark men or against the targets. Rickard was stubborn and stood by his decision.

She was eating a fruit while walking through the streets of Winter town when a little boy ran up to and handed her a letter. Before she could ask more, the boy had run away.

Lyanna frowned and resumed walking as she opened the seal. It was a Targaryen seal.

'By the old gods, don't let this be what I think it is.'

(Dearest Lyanna Stark

I want to apologize for what I did at the tourney of Harrenhal. It must have caused a lot of conflict between you and your betrothed. It was not my intention to do so.

I feel like I should explain my decision. But, when I try to think, nothing else comes to mind. Your beauty simply blinded me on that day. The way your raven hair were tied together and how their curls fell delicately upon your face, your enchanting grey eyes and your fierceness sent my heart running wild in my chest.

Ever since that day, my heart has been aching for you. I am unable to sleep as thoughts of you plague my nights. I never thought something like this could happen to me. Yet, it has and I find myself in a bind.

For so many moons, I hav tried not to dwell upon my feelings, but, it seems that my will has lost. I cannot deny my feeling for you. Lyanna Stark, I have fallen in love with you. I wish for you to write back to me.

My heart belongs to you.

Forever yours

Rhaegar Targaryen)

Lyanna read the entire letter three more times before she could comprehend what Rhaegar had said to her. She always thought she was inferior to the southern ladies in beauty and it never truely bothered her.

The fact that Rhaegar himself had a beautiful lady-wife and two children...

Lyanna stumbled to the side and puked her guts out.

*BLERRRRGHHH*

"That flowery son of a bitch! I can't even!"

*BLERRRGGHHH*

'That fucking ponce! I'm not a fucking southern bitch whose legs will give away at such empty trash! Who does he think he is?! Just because he's the soding prince I'll spread my legs for him like a whore?! Allan was right about the twit! He's as mad as his father!'

Lyanna stomped to the castle, went straight to her room and burned the letter. She felt a sense of satisfaction when the parchment burnt to ashes.

'Heart belongs to you.. My horse's fucking arse.'