PROLOGUE : DEATH OF THE STAG
My lord,
It brings me great pain to inform you of the death of King Robert Baratheon I, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. His death at the hands of a boar while hunting is a tragic loss for Westeros, however there is hope. His heir, King Joffrey Baratheon-Lannister, has taken up his father's seat on the Iron Throne.
In these dark times, we do ask that you maintain order with your vassals and common-folk. We wouldn't want anything to put your loyalty into doubt. See to it that the lords beneath your banner send tribute to the new king and pledge fealty to him.
Long live King Joffrey.
Sincerely,
Grand Maester Pycelle
Ned Stark threw the letter into the fire. His oldest friend, Robert, dead. He couldn't believe it. Robert had offered him a place as Hand of the King, but he had declined. His place was in the North and no seat of power could change that Especially when his son had fallen while climbing. Ned looked around at his wife, Catelyn. She looked at him with concern, but he merely placed his hand upon her cheek.
"Robert has died," he said. "Another Lannister scheme. It has to be." Ned turned from her and paced the room. What could he do? Pledge fealty to Robert's son - no. Joffrey was not Robert's son. He was a bastard, born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother. Ned had known this for a short time, but never had the chance to tell Robert. He had intended to ride south to King's Landing to tell him, but early snowfall had kept him in Winterfell. His daughters, Sansa and Arya, had left for King's Landing when Robert had come to visit several months ago. Ned had learned the secret of Joffrey's birth only a short time after this. His stomach turned thinking of the Lannisters in control of Westeros.
He approached the table and sat, pulling parchment and quill out as well. He had to write to Stannis Baratheon, Robert's brother. Stannis would not let this dishonor stand and Ned intended to rally behind him once Stannis had a plan.
Ned finished the letter deep into the night. He got up quietly, as Catelyn had fallen asleep. He folded the letter and sealed it with the direwolf wax seal before heading to Maester Luwin, who would send it on its way by raven.
Ned stood in the yard after dropping off the letter and breathed a sigh of tension. He could see his breath on the cold night air and said, "Winter is coming."
Stannis Baratheon stood on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Ned Stark had sent word over a fortnight ago and Stannis had began preparing his forces immediately after. No bastard would take the throne from him. He was not greedy. He did not even want the damn thing, but it was his duty to the realm and to his family. He had always done his duty. Robert had given the birthright of the Baratheon family to Renly, their youngest brother, but Stannis had not complained. Robert had entrusted him with Dragonstone, former home to the Targaryens.
Davos Seaworth stood beside him now, a loyal and true knight, who had come to save his life at this very place many moons ago. Under siege from Targaryen forces, Stannis had nearly starved from lack of food when a small smuggling vessel crept into Dragonstone during the night to deliver supplies. Davos had commanded that ship and had been a smuggler at the time. Stannis had given him his justice and taken the fingers from one of his hands, but Davos served loyally.
Stannis looked out further and saw it. A small boat was approaching Dragonstone and on it stood a woman in a red cloak.
Cersei Lannister sat at the table in her black gown. Her time of mourning her fat, disgusting pig of a husband was long from over, but inside she felt nothing but joy. She took another bite of the boar that had killed him and couldn't help but smile. He was dead and she was finally free to rule Westeros alone. Not that he had ever truly ruled. He was usually too drunk to even stay awake during the small council meetings.
Her vile brother, Tyrion, noticed her smile and asked, "My beloved sister, what a surprise to see your beautiful smile during this time of sorrow!" He sipped his wine and gave her a smug smile. She hated the foul little beast, but returned his smile with one of love before saying, "Merely remembering fond memories of my husband."
Tyrion knew the truth, of course, though she doubted he would ever tell a soul. He had as much to gain in their family rising to the top as she did. Jaime knew that. Jaime had thrown the Stark boy from the window of that tower to protect their family. He had to or Robert would have killed them both.
Ned Stark knew the truth as well. Lucky for her, she had convinced the fool to send his daughters back to King's Landing with them. His two daughters held hostage and one betrothed to her son. The fool wouldn't dare tempt her with their lives.
A knock at the door stopped her thoughts. Barristan Selmy entered, bowing, and said, "Forgive me, Your Grace, but we have found the person you called for."
"Good. Tell the Kettleblacks to take him to the Wall." she asked, taking another bite of boar.
"The...the Wall, your Grace?"
"Yes. The Kettleblacks will know where to drop them." She sipped some wine as Ser Barristan left and knew that her betrayal of this person was more proof of her skill at ruling.
Daenerys Targaryen sat at her wedding feast. Dothraki fighters danced back and forth with swords and daggers, slashing at the air and each other. Each strike sent blood spewing from the wounds, but neither man was stopping. This battle was to death. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair as her new husband, Khal Drogo, took a bite of meat. He was a large man and fearsome.
The fighters continued until one man's sword connected with the stomach of the other. Guts and intestine fell from the wound and the man fell to the ground. The victor slit his throat and cut his ponytail off before throwing it at Drogo's feet. Drogo clapped.
Dany looked left towards Ser Jorah Mormont, a Westerosi man that had arrived to honor her with gifts at the wedding. He had brought her three dragon eggs from a mutual friend and books about Westeros, her true home. Her brother, Viserys, sat nearby drinking and oogling the Dothraki slave women. She shifted again and stared at the dragon eggs. They were beautiful, but would never hatch. They had long since died, Jorah had told her. She placed a hand on one and felt it.
It was hot like fire.
Bryce Caron sat between two Lannister soldiers in a cart. They had been traveling for weeks now and the bitter chill let Bryce know he was in the North. He had been taken from his home and tortured in King's Landing for weeks by the Lannisters and it seemed they were finally done with him. He expected death now.
Bryce looked out a crack in the roof of the cart and saw it. The Wall.
"You cowardly bastards," he shouted. He spit in their faces. They both gave him swift punches and knocked a few teeth from his mouth. He didn't care. He might as well have been sentenced to death. The Wall was no place for him.
They rode up next to the Wall and he was shoved out into the snow. The men drew their swords and stepped out behind him. He heard one word being yelled at him and shook his head. One of the men slashed at his arm and nearly cut it off. The man pointed upwards and raised his sword again.
Bryce climbed. It felt like nearly another day had passed by the time they reached the top, but they had arrived at least. They camped at the top overnight. He, of course, bound and gagged. After dawn, they climbed down the other side. He knew he was being led to his death.
He considered jumping. He had nearly slipped on the ice twice, but couldn't muster the courage to do it. For all his faults, Bryce Caron was no craven. When they reached the bottom, the two knights cut him loose. They gave him a dull dagger and began their climb back up. He knew they would be there for at least two days. The climb back up, then back down. He dare not risk them catching him climbing back up. He didn't understand why they hadn't just given him to the Night's Watch, but he had no idea which direction it was to head there.
Night was already falling by the time he made camp many miles north of the Wall. He shivered and attempted to light a fire, but had no luck. The darkness was creeping in and he knew he'd be dead by morning. Frostbite, low temperatures, or a beast coming to slay him, it didn't matter to him. He welcomed death after what he'd been through.
He heard crackling ice in the distance. He stood up, dull dagger in hand. The crackling stopped. He peered through the dense trees for some sign of life.
"Who the bloody **** is out there?" he yelled.
A child's laugh and louder crackling ice returned his question.
He ran. He didn't know where he was going, but staying there was not going to end well for him. Perhaps he was truly a craven. He could barely see and caught a foot on a tree branch. He felt his ankle snap and he fell. He rolled over and saw it.
It was a child with glowing blue eyes. It stooped down and pressed a finger to his forehead before shrieking. He saw his hands turning icey blue, then his arms. The child kept its finger on his forehead until every bit of him was frozen. Even his eyes now glowed blue.
The child disappeared into the darkness. Bryce Caron's body stayed still for a time before finally rising. He was no longer a man.
He was a White Walker.
ROBERT BARATHEON IS DEAD
BRYCE CARON HAS BECOME A WHITE WALKER
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