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  Du POV

  Kingdom of the North, City of FrostRoar, Lands of the Glovers, 289 A.C., a few minutes earlier.

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  Du is a man born ierritories of the Boltons, a talented boy iraining yard who soon stood out in one of the vassal houses of the lords of Dreadfort, being a fairly famous soldier in the region. He was so talehat he soohe house he served after some misuandings a on to seek a life outside the North.

  He traveled east a foot in Essos for the first time, quickly being a sword for hire and fought for a merary pany to make a living for a few years. Unfortunately, his group was exterminated by a khasar of 10,000 Dothraki. He was one of the few who mao survive or escape being a sve.

  Direless, he went to the southern cities of Essos and soon joined another merary pany, called Sed Sons, but it was a great regret in his life. This pany paid well, and he couldn't pin about his living ditions, but it worked exclusively for sve masters, and most of his career ent as a guard in Meereen.

  He couldn't endure for many moons and asked to leave his ander because he hated svery, and he may not see disturbing things every day, but when it happened, it was not a very pleasant experience. As soon as he got permission from his captaiuro the north, took on odd jobs as a guard in different houses, not wanting to return to the Boltoories after his parents passed away. A few years ter, there was the rebellion of the squids.

  Du fought alongside the lord of the north and distinguished himself in battle. He increased the prestige of his name a bit and found more lucrative work as the head of the guard for the mayor of FrostRoar.

  But i two years, he has beeting his position again. He found himself surrounded by corrupt men who seemed more like meraries than men of the north. This forced him to intervene in various matters of his men and did not earn a good reputation among the guard. Eventually, he found out that the mayor was no different, but his son, Lorenzo Frotniid, mao be worse.

  The brat was a crazy sadist, delighting iing anyone he looked at with disgust. He enjoyed killing animals he bought with his father's money or some guards captured for him.

  Du began to wonder how long it would take for him to start doing things to people below his position. He swore to himself that he would no longer let any human suffer in front of him as he had seen the horrors of Meereen. He swore that he would kill this sadistic child as soon as he hurt someone just for fun, and today was that awaited day.

  Du was on duty as an apanying guard when the spoiled one decided to return one of the animals he himself tortured. Arriving at the store, he stayed outside just to watch through the window without wanting to get involved in any nonsehe young sadist might want to start.

  Starting to verbally abuse and threaten the people who sold the little animal, the damn Lorenzo was dissatisfied with the bird, but Du k was only because the poor creature couldn't endure his torture long enough...

  He watched the whole se from one of the open windows and was so angry, but he could do almost nothing with the noble boy. But he made a mental hat in the raining with this brat, even if he showed some talent, he would make him suffer a lot, even if Du received a pint about him.

  Du snapped out of his thoughts when he saw another child ehe store, who seemed quite happy as he walked, without any fear of the guards surrounding the establishment. This caught Du's attention, and apparently, the boy oor.

  Du exged a gh the boy and was amazed by the colors of that gaze, somethihought impossible to have that eye shape. He had to admit it was quite intriguing, but his eyes reminded him of someohat hardened gray color was familiar to him, he just couldn't remember where he saw it.

  He tinued silently the damn brat's rage as he shouted arrogant words and threats to people. So far, no oiced the approag child, aood still watg all the fusion. As he was behind them, he didn't see the boy's faside the hood, but one of the guards seemed to notice, and the child, shortly after being noticed.

  Du was stunned. Why would the guard get so angry as to threaten a child just for looking at the mayor's son? Then he heard the sadistie also look and ask for the child's hand! This made him horrified. What is this sadist thinking? This would cause a sdal, and the idiotic guards were following his orders without thinking about it. Even his father wouldn't dare to do something like this. He quickly intervened in this madness. But his st look at the se left him even more stunned.

  He noticed something that shocked him: the boy slowly moved his hand to his back without any guard notig and started pulling out a small bde. The child could actually kill those foolish guards, and they wouldn't even know how they died if the boy knew how to use that knife properly. I had to act, so I ran to the door, kicked it, and shouted, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Du thundered angrily.

  Everyouro him at this moment, and the sadist, who seemed to enjoy watg the show, showed a dark face wheerrupted his madness. He quickly shouted at Du, "THIS PLEBEIAN LOOKED AT ME WITH MURDEROUS EYES, DU, I WANT THIS BOY BEGGING FOR MERCY FOR HIS INSOLENCE!" He shouted with a red face, he even seemed scared? Du wondered, but stopping to think, this child could really kill everyone here by taking them by surprise.

  He turo the child who was looking cautiously and noticed his features better. Even uhe hood, that was a sho. He remembered where he had seen those eyes after seeing his long childlike face, bck hair, and gray eyes in his memories.

  Fshback – It was raining that night, thunder was heard ahroughout all that fusion, there were fallen ons, fire on the dles, corpses everywhere, and the smell of burning blood and flesh didn't help.

  Du's blood was filled with battle adrenali this moment, losing t of how many squids he killed that night. He couldn't evehe anymore, but he cut anything that tried to kill him in this damn storm.

  After killing the st enemy on his side, he stopped to look at all that chaotiviro, w if the world would end with all those ships on fire. He saw his rades falling by his side little by little; he saw many brothers dying and only a few of them left; he hated the squids for starting this war, for plundering the nds of the northerners, he wao kill and kill more of them while he couldn't evehe properly.

  That's wheiced analley approag with war cries on its ship; he expected to die that night, seeing that he didn't even have half of the men and ander left, he and his rades were lost the moment the enemy started jumping on the bow of his ship; he would only fight trying to kill as many squids as possible before dying as a northerner worthy of meeting his gods, so he hoped.

  It was when a thud behind the ships while fighting and shouts of the northerners arriving. "For the North!" He heard a powerful voice roar in the midst of that chaos.

  His hope of living another day grew when he saw a rge man leading the northern terattack with a great two-handed sword cutting the first enemy; his morale increased along with the men by his side.

  We started to turn, which would be a disaster in a victory, as soon as the fight ehe man shouted. "Let's go to another ship! For the North!" He shouted, "For the North! For Winterfell! For the Starks!" The men responded, making everyone follow his lead with morale.

  This happehroughout the etle; whenever ark ehe battle turned in favor of the northerners and more and more followers, the Lord of Winterfell made them follow him.

  Who couldn't, he is known for being the most honorable on the ti, always fighting for justid the man who defeated Arthur Dayhe greatest swordsman in the history of the ti, in a fight, even though there were no withere were many songs reting the glories of the Lord of Winterfell when he was quite young.

  Du never admired any other man like he did that night; ark led them to an overwhelming victory.

  He tried desperately to serve at Winterfell after the war; he wao be uhe and of the man he admired most in his life, but he didn't know the right people, even though his performan battles was notable. He was still just a on soldier; he would never be able to get in touch with the great nobles.

  End of Fshbaow seeing that child in front of him, it was like seeing a young Eddard Stark, his face was identical, except for the greenish characteristi his eyes, it was a face carved from the Lord of Winterfell.

  It wasn't very honorable what the child inteo do, but he also wouldn't judge a child for res to such a strategy when his life was at stake against two adults just for a look.

  As the ander of the guard in FrostRoar, Du still remembers when he received a letter from the castle maester, sent by Llover himself a moon ago. The Lord of Winterfell wrote to all the major houses in the North to pass on his orders, asking for information about his lost bastard for over a moon. As a guard ander, he was immediately informed; even Lord Frotniid asked for this personally, wanting to gain good looks and direct terms from Winterfell.

  Receiving orders for any information about the child, he was quite attentive, but there was no news about this bastard throughout the moon. However, now things seemed to be ging. 'Why did the boy appear in this city and hidden in a hood?' The boy didn't seem to want to be discovered, but Du was sure that Lord Stark is not a man who would harm a child, even if that child were his bastard. He also realized that he saved the arrogant brat. There is no doubt that the lord of the north would execute the sadistic brat if he mao take Jon's hand just for looking at him, which would even make his father suffer terrible sequences in his house.

  'In the end, the brat is a foolish sadist,' Du thought ironically. ing out of his thoughts, he had to resolve this fusion, because, depending on what would happen, even he would not be spared and would not like to see ark looking at him with disgust. (Author here: Yes, the guy is a fanboy. I find it quite possible that ark has his fan club somewhere in the North, LOL)

  "Boy, you tell me? Why were you looking like that at the little Lord Frotniid?" Du said in a very respectful toowards the child, a tohat did not go unnoticed by everyone and earrange looks in his dire.

  The spoiled one was looking in disbelief at how he addressed the "plebeian," and the young blood Stark looked at me cautiously still not saying anything. It was a momehat he looked thoughtful and poio the bird.

  "Young lord, he is seeking a refund for the bird. But when he cims the bird is sick, the little animal is full of bruises, so he would like to buy the bird from him." After hearing that, Du was taken aback. 'He found out just by looking at the bird? By the Gods, the Starks are on another level!' He excimed as an internal fanboy.

  As he was about to respond, the Frotniid brat shouted, "YOU LYING PLEBEIAN, HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF THIS LIE, DU TAKE THIS BOY TO MY FATHER NOW!" His voice was demanding and impatient, but Du didn't even move yet, which made the boy look at him angrily.

  Du had a dark face. The brat was getting worse and worse, and even his corrupt father would disapprove of his current behavior. He eaking publicly like a tyrant, something that not even the Glovers would look kindly upon as their vassals, maybe the Boltons, but he left that territory precisely because of that.

  Seeing that Du didn't follow the order, the guards didn't make any move. They might be corrupt, but they wouldn't dare to tradict my as and orders. He sighed and said, "Lord Frotniid, you ot order this with everyone who annoys you, and if that happens, not even you will escape the wrath of your father." Du said, and the boy couldn't help but tremble a bit, leaving the spoiled one pale at the mention of his father. He had already received lessons when he crossed the line, and they were not pleasant at all, but his lessons were not for the acts themselves but for being discovered and tarnishing the name of House Frotniid.

  Du tinued speaking. "You've already ordered a oner's hand to be cut off in public; many people heard it from outside, and it's probably spreading through the city right now. Your father will be here soon, so to end all this fusion, why don't you sell the bird to the boy? Didn't you want to return it a your money back? The shop doesn't seem too happy with your demand, and now there's another willing to pay." He said, trying to end this fusion as quickly as possible.

  Du didn't know, but Lorenzo Frotniid became irritated and frightened by that child's gaze. In the face of that gaze, he felt like he could die there, that for that oner, killing was something normal. But after hearing that child, he got even angrier with the accusation the child made, thinking that he ruihe pn of getting his two silver s back. But now, hearing Du's logic, he thought about getting the money back, but anger was taking over his thoughts, and he wao humiliate the child.

  "It e 3 silver s, but if you want this useless bird so much, I'm asking for 5 silver stags for it. you pay for it, oner?" Lorenzo mocked. Du looked at him disapprovingly, knowing that the bird cost 2 s and not 3, now asking for 5 for the bird on the brink of death?'What will the young blood Stark do?' He wondered and did not interfere immediately. The employees looked at the mayor's son in disbelief; the bird would die in the few days, and he was here asking for 2.5 times more? The son of Lord Frotniid was very treacherous, and this is not the way of a Northerner, even among nobles and oners, only the bandits are like this.

  "I don't have silver s at the moment," the boy said calmly; Du sighed wanting to appease this while his young lord had a look of disdain on his face. "Of course, you don't, bet your family only saw it on their life, seeing that you..." He had opened a big smile while humiliating the child but couldn't finish his snobbish speech when the child took a golden dragon from his pocket and threw it at the spoiled brat's feet.

  The only thing heard in the room at this moment was the falling to the ground as it stopped at Lorenzo Frotniid's boots. Everything fell silent afterward; no one knew what to do now, even Du looked stu the events. The Stark-blooded boy was the first to say something in this silence.

  "You keep the ge..." Jon Snow said in a ral void turo the still-stutendants.

  "Now, I want to buy all the birds in this store." He said calmly. The attendants who mao snap out of their stuate raised their eyes from the standing on the ground and looked at the hooded boy oer another.

  They were w if the boy ying some kind of joke, but the manager, who arrived at the se a little earlier, was the first to speak.

  "Young lord, it would cost 5 golden dragons!" The manager excimed quickly. Du khat this was not the real value; even the main birds don't any silver s, but as the manager saw that the boy was not what he seemed, he threw a much higher amount.

  "Alright, get me carriages to take them out of the city!" The boy was happy and threw 7 golden dragons into the manager's hand, who looked at his hand uo believe that this was happening. her Du nor anyone else still believed before their eyes.

  The young lord snapped out of his daze; looking at the on the floor, he couldn't help but wonder when he had a golden dragon. The answer is never, but before his eyes, this boy, dressed in oner's clothes, without any guards, was funting more mohan he had ever spent in his life as the son of a lord in a city. He was being humiliated oer another; he wao kill this child.

  "DU! THIS BOY MUST HAVE STOLEN ALL THIS MONEY, ARREST HIM, NOW!" The sadistie suddenly shouted, making everyone look at him at this stunned moment.

  But before anyone else could say anything, Young Stark spoke, narrowing his eyes at Young Frotniid.

  "And what are the grounds for your accusation?" The boy said angrily and tinued.

  "Article 4 of the Northern ws states that any accusation of public theft must have a report behind the act to start a trial; otherwise, it turns into a crime of snder, and you ot be judged by the house of the fief. For, from what I heard, you are the son of the lord of this city, and due to your retionship with a high position of loobility, you will not be judged here, or we will be judged by the predominant Glover house or by Lord Stark himself. The King would be your st resort, but the king wouldn't waste time for two Northern children, right?" The young Stark said expansively, leaving everyone in the room stunned with the boy's rhetorid knowledge.

  Even some ers and people who passed by the store entered out of curiosity, being surprised by the events. Everyone came to the clusion that this boy was literate and knew ws at such a young age; so, he was not someohe young Frotniid could mess with. Not to mention, he spoke with eloquence, seemed like someorained as the heir of a great house, and his wealth in hand already reinforced such suspi.

  The guards were scared now, especially those whoing to follow the sadistic mayor's son's order, realizing that their lives and those of their families were threatened now because, depending on the house, they would not be spared. Du already khe boy's ins, but he was fasated by the knowledge and intelligence; he looked like a mini Eddard Stark.

  The spoiled one was stunned by these words; he must be thinking about how a child youhan him uands ws and while in his head, he is turowards the pleasure of t animals.

  "Du, does this boy speak the truth?" He asked me cautiously, now he was quite scared.

  "Yes, Lord Frotniid, this w exists as the boy mentioned." He said calmly. Du might not be literate, but as a ander, he had to memorize the Northern ws with the local maester.

  The pce was crowded now; it is very likely that rumors about young Frotniid asking for the oner's hand had spread, but uhe sight they expected to see, it was the sight of a boy in tattered clothes trolling the euation while Lord Frotniid was extremely lost with the situation, and his oppo showed wealth and knowledge.

  "Manager, I need paper, ink, and pen, please." The boy spoke again; now everyone was intrigued to see what would happen.

  The manager snapped out of his daze and rushed to the office. He came back while everyone remained silent and lost; he ha to the hooded boy.

  Then Du saw Jon Snow go to the ter under everyone's gaze and leao start writing with the ink on paper. It's not necessary to guess why a otion was being bigger around the store, while the young Stark blood began writing a letter as everyone looked in silenable to breathe, just hearing the pen being quickly moved in the hand of that boy.

  The rumor of a mysterious 8-namedays child with golden dragons, who uands ws and is certainly literate while arguing with the son of Lord Frotniid, after the tter threateo ask for the mysterious boy's hand because he didn't like the look, has already spread throughout the city.

  Du wondered how long until the plete situation reached his father and how long it would take for the mayor to get here. The sadistic boy ale now, not knowing what to do while being quite paralyzed.

  Everyone was w what that mysterious child was writing. 'If it's what I imagi is, then it seems that once again the world has shown that too much arrogance be your downfall, and that young Frotniid would be ned with that letter.' Du thought internally.

  "Manager, get me a raven I bought and a map, please." Little Jon Snow said as soon as he finished writing, and he seemed to have writteire letter in a few minutes.

  "W-What do you io do?" Young Frotniid couldn't help but ask, stammering.

  But Jon just looked at him and ignored him while looking at the manager for his response.

  The manager eechless but did what he asked; the windows were filled with people watg all the events.

  Du smiled; it seemed every time he was dealing with a mini Lord Stark, not on a battlefield, but he imagily such a Stark lord in a political and legal field.

  The manager arrived with a map of the North and the gray raven in the cage. The boy left the maunned when he opehe raven's cage a out in front of him. Everyohought the raven would fly away, as it looked quite wild aainly was not trained by the Citadel, where the monopoly of postal ravens was, and only through this pce would the houses of Westeros buy ravens to be used like this. However, the se they imagined of the raven fleeing did not happen to the surprise of dozens of eyes; the ravehe cage and stood o the boy as if waiting for a and from him, the weirdest thing was that the little rave Johe letter he wrote to its foot.

  "Young Lord, I don't think it's possible; he is not a courier raven and doesn't know ion." The manager seemed ed about the boy's fanciful idea of simply putting a letter on the foot of the gray raven and waiting miraculously to arrive at its destination.

  "It's alright, I know what I'm doing." He said calmly shrugging off the man's ; no one could see the boy's face, who was still hooded, but his as were worthy of some great house, and everyone just stood silently watg as the mayor's son tinued pale, w what the boy wrote in that letter and where he pns to send it, worried about the unknown idea of what will happen; he couldn't wait any longer and asked nervously.

  "I AM THE SON OF THE LORD OF THIS CITY! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE SENDING THIS LETTER!?" He demanded; already, Jon Snow, the mysterious boy, looked calmly at him and said:

  "To Winterfell." He simply said.

  Everyo pale; what is this child saying? 'Is he going to report this to the Lord of the North himself?!' That was everyohought. Du just smiled; his predi was correct. Jon looked at the raven, which also looked at the boy; it seemed like they were having some kind of magical unication while looking at each other.Jon began pointing to a part of the map; the raven climbed onto his shoulder and suddenly started making bird he boy just looked at the raven as if giving instrus to the bird, but he tered a word from his mouth while the raven made noise every moment.

  People were speechless for this; it even remihem of the boy from that ret legend, which the people had been ad i weeks. Du stopped thinking after this bird se too. The legend tells of a boy who trols animals and fought against 12 bandits, and his animals killed half while he killed the other half aloh only 8 namedays.

  Du tried to remember the name of the fantasy, which was called "Little Something." He didn't care much about these legends and found them quite fanciful, but now he ale in his thoughts. 'Is the legend real?' He excimed in thought. Because he stopped to think even more about this new bald, now remembering that the name of the legend is the Little Jon, and the name of his bastard son is JON SNOW.

  'This 't be a ce, right? But this boy has magic eyes just like in the song! So it's the Lord Stark's own son, the legendary boy who fought against all odds and won?' Many people had the same thought, but only Du khe real identity of the boy as the son Lord Stark had outside of marriage.

  While Du eechless, people were whispering among themselves, not even knowing that the boy was Jon Snow.

  "LIARS, THIS PLEBEIAN CHILD ONLY SPEWS LIES, I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL! IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD!" The sadistic brat went for his st attempt; he would fight with a child 4 namedays youhis was aremely cowardly act. 'I won't allow this,' Du said internally and then snapped out of his reverie.

  He had to stop this madness. But before saying any word, Jon said calmly.

  "I accept your challenge." Jon said as if he had total trol of the situation. This left people with egg-sized eyes; meanwhile, Du was flicted because he had to stop this, but seeing the gleam in Jon's eyes, it was as if he wao take this ce to unleash his fury on little Frotniid.

  'But he's just an 8 namedays old bht?' He thought, but ahought came. 'A boy who almost killed two guards in front of me... if the legend is true... shouldn't I be ed about Lord Frotniid's son?' His st thought as they prepared for the duel.

  Author's Note: FrostRoar, I he city to make it easier for the story. It's a territory he border of the Glovers and Stark region, a fial city like this small vassal house of the Glovers, I ied and pced in the universe, sihe Westeros story focuses more on the great houses and big cities, and as the north has millions in its popution, in my view, there should be many cities like this in the north and throughout the realms.