Jon-Snow is the bastard of Winterfell, and now the King in the North. He was a good leader, he could be harsh but he was careful, strategic at most. He cared for his people. His throne was in Winterfell, his smallfolk filled with children who admired him, his bravery they put it. One day, as everyone was at peace doing their own things an army from nowhere came to attack. Jon wasn’t ready of course, it was so sudden. There was fire everywhere, the army slaying everyone. It was too late for Jon to do anything. He wanted to stay, he didn’t want to flee yet the remaining of his guards and men forced him onto a horse as he rode off into the forest. He fell asleep on his horse as it took him in the midst of the cold and snow. Finally, as he awakened he lit a fire. It was quite yet freezing. Suddenly, a few men dressed in hard armor appeared. Jon’s hand immediately went to the hilt of his sword.