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Hey everyone! Time for a deeper glimpse into the Night's King backstory. I hope it was worth the wait and better than no answers like HBO Max did in the Finale season of Game of Thrones.
The dark blue lace dress below is for a certain being that will be mentioned in this chapter.
I wanted a dress that would be fitting for Game of Thrones will hauntingly beautiful, chilling if approached by anyone like it was servant of death approaching. This is the closest one that could be found and with some help from IredescentRose on Wattpad to help me to choose the dress. I hope it is a wonderful fit in the long lost tale of the Night King.
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Jon’s POV
“Gather around for the untold tale of the Night King. We Free Folk know the tale all too well but Westeros does not know.” Tormund says in all seriousness.
“Why does Westeros not know the tale?” I ask him in worry to why Westeros does not know it.
“Westeros does not know of it because it was erased from history deliberately by all of the Kings and Lords of the North at the time during the Age of Heroes.” Bran says when suddenly his eyes are completely white.
Everybody in the tent takes a step back aside from the Free Folk, Arya and Uncle Benjen. He must be looking into the past for the untold tale of the Night King. He probably did not know where to start looking until now as Tormund is telling the tale.
“Why would they purposefully erase history of the Night King?” Arya questions almost in dread.
“Because it was one of your own; a King Crow, a Stark. The Night King was one of your own.” Tormund says and it is quiet as a crypt in everyone breathing.
My eyes go to Arya, Sansa, Theon and Uncle Benjen to see the same shock on their faces like I do. Queen Daenerys is as shocked as we are. We grew up on endless stories of Starks joining the Night’s Watch, defending the Wall for thousands of years. And the Night King is one of us; a possible Stark ancestor?!
No one would have ever guessed or imagined one of our own is the Night King himself. The North erased it so House Stark would not lose any power, respect or wealth at any point in time. House Stark stood at the height of its strength long before Targaryen and Dragons ever came to Westeros. And now House Stark stands at the lowest of its strength with one of our own tearing Westeros apart.
“We Free Folk do not remember about how the Wights and White Walkers were born in the Land of always Winter, how the Wall and Night’s Watch were raised up. But the lot of you never minded trapping us on the other side.” Tormund says filled with anger.
The North always trapped them on the other side of the Wall. No one says anything about the Free Folk being trapped but the faces were enough to know how wrong it was to do over time.
“We Free Folk have our stories about how one of your King Crows found something cold in the woods with bright blue eyes beyond the Wall. The King Crow consummated with her, the Night Queen. And in doing so, his soul was taken, no longer a man. He brought her home through your wall, declaring himself the Night King. And for thirteen years, he and his Queen ruled over his brothers; making sacrifices as black at their cloaks.”
My eyes go over to the Winter Fox who is looking into the flames of the roaring fire as the tale is being told. I see her fists balled up like she dreads the untold tale being told and I see her eyes the pale dead blue rather than the solid black eyes I have seen. She moves her right hand to something tucked away under her cloak, getting as close as she can to the roaring fire to keep the cold at bay.
I hear the fire crackling when out of nowhere the flashes I saw against the Night King drowns my mind. I close my eyes in the hopes it will stop but it does not. I open my eyes to see the Night King with his Night Queen standing before thousands and thousands of dead men that were once men of the Night’s Watch. There is a line down the middle of their dead army and blue ice domes all around in replacement of flamed torches at the entrance of an ancient castle as black as the night itself.
I circle around as the skies are covered in darkness with snowing falling all around. It is almost feels like it is a world of a tomb, so dark that it would never come to light. But the blue ice domes is the only thing for any of the living to see by. I walk down the line when a multitude of screams fill this tomb world. I turn around to see the white walkers riding in on dead horses, leading lines of sacrifices with screaming men, women even children and animals. The white walkers on dead horses force them all the way to the Night King and Night Queen.
I am somehow seeing the tale when all of the sacrifices are brought forth one by one. A crying little girl is forced to her knees when the Night Queen stands over the little girl. The Night Queen looks upon the little girl and it is the same dead woman I saw in the flashes against the Night King. The little girl cries with a river covering her face to see the dead woman about to take her.
I run up to get the child away but I realize that I cannot save the little girl; all I can do is watch what is about to occurred. I shudder in seeing the piercing bright blue iris seem so unnatural yet intense and filled with a life unlike the others around her. I slowly approach to get a closer look at the Night Queen and I stand to the left of her.
She was once a beautiful woman alive but now her jet black hair is dead with a mix of grey and white hair, hanging over her shoulders with a very slim body almost like an hourglass build, pale skin like snow, icy blue glowing eyes. And her gown is a dark blue wedding dress with train resting on the snowy ground behind her. It is a perfect fit to her upper body, low back, down to the ground, hidden boned corset covered by the dark blue fabric. It is a haunting image to see the Night Queen like she is a bride of the Long night.
The Night King holds her hand as the tomb world brightens up by something above. My eyes go up in relief to see it is the bright full moon above them. The moonlight is only light allowed in the dark night. I am shaken in what I am seeing of the moonlight shining on the King and Queen. I see the love between them as they gaze at one another. The Night King is not fully the ice man I have only seen him to be. I see a black crown on his dark brown hair while the rest of his body is changing into what the Night Queen is now.
He kisses the top of her hand when I see a pendant hanging around the neckline of the Night Queen. It is the size of a coin with an engraving of a wolf howling at the moon. She steps forward to receive the offering of the little girl.
“Mother! I want to go home! Mother! Somebody help me!” The little girl pleads over and over again.
The Night Queen slowly kneels down in front of the crying little girl as her gown flows around her like an enchanting circle. The little girl continues sobbing, begging for her mother. The Night Queen extends her cold death like hands to the girl, wiping away the tears as if comforting her. The Night Queen gently takes the little girl into her arms as a mother would their child. The little girl does not hug her back at first, resisting the embrace until her arms slowly wrap around the hourglass figure of the queen.
I feel frozen when I witness the brown eyes of the little girl change to ice blue and her skin becomes pale as death. The once crying little girl becomes silent when the Night Queen looks upon the little girl that has been changed like the thousands before them. The Night Queen kisses the forehead of the little girl. The once alive child stands to her feet without making a sound in joining the legions of the dead.
The men, women and children baring witness to what happened scream at the top of their lungs to see their fate as they are taken up to them by force. I see the Night Queen embrace the women and children but it is different for some of the men. She grabs their hand in comfort to turn them that are willing once they see her deathly beauty.
While some of the men try to hit or stab her but the Night King stops them by breaking their wrists or arms, using his unstoppable strength to force them to their knees while he held them by the back of their hair, forcing them to look upon his Queen. She violently wraps her hand around their throats, lifting them off the ground and chokes them. They gasp for life until turning then joining the hundreds of thousands. The Night King smiles the more she turns to their army.
I take a step back when the Night King looks directly at me to see me watching this. I jump in terror to bump into something behind me. I turn to see it is Bran! But he is standing like he is not crippled at all. How is he here watching this?
“Oh, it’s you!”
“How are you here, Jon?” He asks me in confusion to see me here at all.
“For once, I do not know. How are you here, Bran?” I ask him wondering if he is the one having me watch this from the start.
“I am watching this through my power as the Three Eyed Raven. I have nothing to do with you being here. Did the Night King touch you at all in battle?”
“He did then I started to see some things of the Night Queen and him before the storm was unleashed.” I tell him when he takes a step closer to me.
“He is allowing you and I to see this, brother. He wants us to see it as the tale of his Night Queen is being spoken beyond a whisper in the Free Folk tribes.” Bran has his attention on the sacrifices instead of me.
I cannot help but to look down to see him standing, instead of in a wheelchair. He is a bit taller than me which I expected when he was a boy. I place my hand on his shoulder with a small smile. Bran finally looks at me to know why I am looking at him. He must feel so free when he uses his powers like this. “It is nice to see you like this, Bran.”
Bran actually gives a small smile and it is the Bran I truly know before me. We smile to one another as he tells me, “I know, Jon. The power of the Three Eyed Raven gives me all the freedom that I cannot have in my body.”
I nod my head in his words before we turn our attention back to what is happening. We watch some men break free trying to run away but they freeze up when a large animal lunges in their pathway. It is a dead direwolf, larger than Ghost and Nymeria combined. This dead direwolf is jet black with glowing, piercing blue eyes.
I shake in horror as the black direwolf opens its jaws wide, unleashing a monstrous roar that causes chills all over my body. The black fur all over the back of the wolf is standing up like a predator about to attack its prey. The freed men scatter causing the direwolf to jump at the first man, completely wrapping its mouth around the head and shoulders of the closest man.
Bran and I jump back as the dead direwolf violently shakes the body of the man around like a bag of feathers. We can hear the man screaming within the mouth of the deadly wolf until the body is torn in half by its teething, killing the man. The dead wolf drops the body with a pool of blood pouring out all over the snowy ground. The bright red blood spreads all over the pure white snow and the howling winds is tuned out with the cries and screams of the innocents.
The monstrous wolf goes after the other freed men. The black wolf kills them one by one as a prize killing to its masters. The dead wolf is drenched in blood as it snarls near those still breathing. The living men, women and children that fight against them cannot and end up the same. Bran and I watch the sight that no one was a match for their power
We cannot help but to pity the living being turned into these monsters just like the baby boys left out by Craster himself. All of this feels so wrong especially when the Night Queen embraces a squealing infant into her arms and the infant becomes silent. I look away, not wanting to see what happens to the babies in this sickening act.
Bran places his hand on my shoulder knowing why I looked away. I have seen a lot of things but this will not be one of them. My eyes go back up as an ice chilling sound like a horn is blasted three times through the dark castle. The Night Queen looks to her King as he draws out his ice spear; knowing their castle is going to war.
Bran and I step back when the Night King turns his head to stare right at us. Bran steps in front to protect me from the Night King when he approaches us. Bran does not move a muscle when Bran and the Night King are face to face like old respected rivals. I study every bit of his face since I have never seen him this close before.
There is nothing said to one another for a few moments before the Night King backs away as war breaks in the castle. The Night King charges into battle with his own dead men of the Night’s Watch. I see the loyalty between them to defend their Night Queen. Bran and I watch war tear through the dark castle when we hear Tormund continuing to tell the tale of the Night King.
‘Lucky for you southerners, the Free Folk joined to a King beyond the Wall as we did when need be. They marched on the ancient castle he had taken for his own, the Nightfort.’
‘With the help of the Starks and other lords, we killed the demon Night Queen, cleansing your precious watch. And your ancestor lot thanked us then kicked us back across the Wall as you always have before King Jon Snow was the first to let us beyond the Wall and stay.’
Everything spins around to the Night King and Night Queen fighting off anyone that approaches them. They are back to back with one another, killing anyone breathing that dares to try. I realize I saw this earlier when one of the old kings of the north strikes the Night Queen right through the heart when he had the chance. The Night Queen unleashes an unexpected, shrilling shriek that spread through miles and miles on both sides of the wall. Her screams cause many to fall to their knees with blood coming out of their ears.
This unnatural sound is like an ear piercing shrieks to their ears as the living cover them while her final cries does not stop. The distorted, unsettling screech continues going until this king runs the rest of his sword through that his sword comes out of her backside. I gasp to see the black blood covering the blade of his sword as she falls to her knees, looking upon the king that ran her through.
The Night Queen stops screeching to look directly at the King that ran her through. Before this King did anything else, she wraps her cold death hands around the blade and a surge of bright blue power erupts from her like it is the last curse she can unleash. The bright blue power spreads and goes to her King, knocking him to the snowy ground when he charged at them.
The king pulls the sword out of her yelling in pain, dropping the sword as ice sort of smoke covers his hands. He glares upon the dead woman in disgust before walking away, picking up his sword with the pain remaining in his hands. The Dead queen cries but it was not like the one before. These cries were that for her love and king one final time as the glowing of her eyes starts disappearing like whisper smoke. She extends her left hand out crying while the Night King gets to his knees to see his love reaching for her.
‘Avenge us, my wolf!’
The Night King cries in grief when his Queen pounds her hands into the snowy ground causing the ground to crack from her powers. The Others, Free Folk Tribes and Kings of the North are knocked off their feet as the shaking goes through the ground and up to the skies. The sounds of the ground, stone and snow begins cracking like thin ice of a river. The snow falling instantly becomes a much worse storm that causes the living, children of the Forest and Dead to flee. The ground and skies goes into the same frenzied attack as the same storm the Night King unleashed in Winterfell when the Winter Fox pinned, ready to burn.
The ground below tears apart and a freezing snow storm spreads all. The erupting of the world turns into the same exact thing of something coming from underneath the earth. It is like fabric being ripped in half and the rip extends to the ancient castle and both sides of the Wall. Bran and I start running when large ice spears spread all across the battlefield, castle and Wall.
Every living man, woman and animal is running away in this madness and those that stop moving are frozen solid. Bran and I stop moving to see the Night King having no choice but to flee with all of the remaining dead. The Night King roars for his Queen and world to hear him through the storm of madness.
‘I will avenge us through all the ages of this world, my Moon!’
The armies of the North would kill every last one of the dead within their reach but the storm allows the Night King and his dead to retreat. And that was their mistake in not chasing after the Night King when he was retreating. The Night King vowing to avenge his Queen against all of the living, fleeing to the land of always Winter. And when they are far enough away, the storm vanishes like it was never on the earth. The ice spears are all that remains to show the storm happened.
The Night Queen’s eyes look up to the bright moon one last time before her body falls over onto the snow. The skies become clear with nothing but light snow falling from the heavens upon her like a bride offered to the Moon just like the living was her offerings.
Bran and I realize the Night King used the very storm the Night Queen used in the Age of Heroes. She caused the storm so the love of her life and King can flee and avenge what happened to them. But the Living made a mistake, believing they won when they see the body of the Night Queen. The King that ran her through kicks her body before walking away.
‘Burn her…’
He stops walking when one of the Free Folk men kneels before the Night Queen’s body. He has a look of sadness on his face when he touches her but thick, black blood stains his hands. Several other Free Folk Tribes come over, gasping in shock to see the black blood on her body and his hands. His eyes are filled with tears for the woman the Night Queen once was.
He gently brushes his hand against her cheek when some of their own is crying, mourning for her. They must have known who she was before she became the Night Queen. The man bundles the woman in his arms, holding her head into his chest as his face crumbles and sobs rack his body. The Children of the Forest walk over in grief, knowing who she was before all of this happened.
The grieved man softly pulls her body into his arms like a fallen hero when the Kings of the North force the Free Folk tribes to stay beyond the wall, closing the gates as Tormund said they did. The Free Folk tribes start killing some them as they lock up the gates to go through the wall. The free folk man holding the body of the Night Queen does not take his eyes off the Kings of the North like he is making a vow of his own.
‘The world will know what you have done! I vow that your entire land will have nothing but everlasting death and downfall to your houses! Except for House Stark and the Barrowlands! You will live with your monstrous crimes and the Night King will avenge his Queen! A vow of everlasting Death!”
The old kings of the North laugh except two of them as the doors close with the last sight of the Free Folk begging to let through as their leader holds the body of the Night Queen in his arms. The howling winds of winter with the full moon hanging above the Free Folk as they turn to their leader wondering what they should do now.
The leader of the Free Folk is a large man with long, dark orange hair and a beard covered in furs looks upon every single one of them. They bow their heads with faces like a river of tears of all their efforts being in vain. Their fate beyond the wall forever the same leading all the way up to me as Commander of the Night’s Watch changing their fates. I shudder in how the Free Folk helped to fight against the Dead and this is their reward?
They all mourn their dead, burning their bodies and a great pyre was set for the body of the Night Queen. Their leader rests his forehead against the forehead of the dead woman as the pyre is set to burn once her body is placed to rest on it. Their leader lifts his eyes in the distance of where the Night King fled and a few tears go down his face.
‘I am so sorry, my friend. I am so sorry…’
I press my lips together in sadness to know the Night King and Night Queen were once human. They were loved by others before the Long Night ever took old of the earth. And they were mourned at the end, no matter the horrible acts they committed. I never thought how much this impacted the lives during the Age of Heroes. The written stories always made it sound like a great victory when all I have seen in Seven Hells on earth.
Bran places his hand on my shoulder when in a blink of an eye, we are back in the dark castle known as the Nightfort. All the old kings in the North is destroying everything, leaving no trace behind as they set everything to flames. They burn away any and all evidence of who the Night King and Night Queen were to the world.
The whole castle is torn apart bit by bit like it was a rape of the land and the Wall. The castle groans in the watch towers crumbling over into the flames along with mountains of books, scrolls and parchment burning to ash while the Kings of the North feel like it is the end of it all. They were wrong.
‘And because it was a Stark, Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, everything including his name was erased, long forgotten. The Fortress of the Nightfort is nothing but ruin. Those bitches and bastards of the North would rather have the Night King be nothing but a story; pure myth. They erased him and killed his Night Queen. Now he is seeking his retribution. He does not eat, sleep and he will never stop until the North, South, East and West are consumed in the Long Night.’
“An endless night as the thirteen long years with his Night Queen…” Bran says in response to all Tormund is saying as we witness it.
Bran places his right hand on my shoulder then without a blink, we are back in the tent, surrounded by all the Lords and Ladies of Westeros like no one noticed anything strange happening with me or Bran. Bran is back in his wheelchair, unable to stand in physical form.
I place my hand on my chest in feeling the howling cries of the past before my eyes go to the Free Folk. I stare at Tormund and he sees the look on my face. Tormund pushes others out of the way to get to me. I look down not knowing how I can ever make up what my ancestors did to their ancestors.
I struggle to speak as my eyes are filled with tears, “Tormund, I am so-“
“Do not finish your words, my little crow. You had nothing to do with it.” Tormund says to me in a comforting way.
“Many of my ancestors did.”
Tormund places his hands on my shoulders, lightly shaking me so I would look at him. “You are far better because you saved all of our lives and you died for us. That is a debt none of us could ever repay.”
My eyes fill up with tears when Tormund actually brings me in for a bear hug. It is the same kind of hug he gave me when I was brought back from the dead. Tormund pats me on my back before he looks at me. The Free Folk in the tent agree with Tormund as do the men of the Night’s Watch. Tormund stays next to me when I see Daenerys has a smile on her face to me.
She knows how and why I died. And the Free Folk knowing it helps to ease the blow of it all for me at times. I clear my throat when I see Bran is no longer looking into the past himself. Bran has the blank expression on his face like he always had before I saw him in the past. I do feel some comfort to know the brother I still know is in there under all the power of the Three Eyed Raven.
“The Age of Heroes says the Night King was defeated and fled but over time and collecting bodies for his army, what is stopping him from attacking us all at once? He could just raise everyone that dies on the battlefield.” Ed says to break the silence happening.
“Exactly and he would do that but there was one thing he did not expect. Call it luck, fate, destiny, whatever you want. Here is the one thing he was not expecting. The key to destroying him and she is standing here in this tent.” The Winter Fox says still looking into the fire.
Then she turns around to take a few steps to be face to face with Daenerys herself. I see half of the people are not surprised while the others are in disbelief in what the Winter Fox is even suggesting. Arya, Tyrion and I have small smiles on our faces that the Winter Fox believes in her as much as we believe in her until Jaime Lannister has a look of disbelief like others do.
“Daenerys Targaryen? The Mad King’s-_
“Finish those words and I will never stop doing it.” The Desert Fox says to Jaime like it is the last thing Jaime will do.
“Never stop doing what?” Jaime asks.
The Desert Fox reaches across the table and slams Jaime’s face directly into the stone table. Jaime cries in being hit again and his face has an imprint from the table on his forehead. Tyrion is scared for his brother knowing many would gladly go for Jaime if they are given the chance.
“Fuck!” Jaime groans in agony.
“That. No more talk about the Mad King from another tongue or you will be feed my Elia. She loves to gorge. ” The Desert Fox says coldly to Jaime and to all in the tent while Foxes chuckle in what happened to Jaime and Jaime did not expect that at all.
“Easy, Desert Fox and have no fear that Elia will certainly gorge soon.” The Winter Fox says in a playful way to calm him down then turns her attention back to Daenerys.
“Daenerys Targaryen is the Night King’s equal in every way. However he did not expect her to be here at all including her children, the dragons. That is why he immediately wanted a dragon for himself. He had to have a piece of her power. A Targaryen will be his downfall and House Targaryen of Rulers knew this.”
“How would you know this?” Brienne of Tarth says when entering into the tent and stands next to Sansa and Theon.
The Winter Fox pulls out a valyrian steel dagger and twirls it in her left hand. Arya is stunned that the Winter Fox has her dagger without even noticing it was taken. The Winter Fox holds the dagger out before Daenerys. Daenerys has never seen this dagger by the look on her face. This dagger is a mystery to her.
“This dagger belongs to your family, House Targaryen. We Foxes document all of every house, person and event. And this dagger belonged to Targaryens long before the Doom then to Aegon the Conqueror himself down to every ruler until the war, Dance of Dragons that nearly destroyed the Realm. After Aegon second of his name, son of Viserys the Peaceful was poisoned, the dagger only remained because of the value of valyrian steel, Dragonglass hilt and red jewel. And now it ends up right here with you in Winterfell, Queen Daenerys.”
My eyes go to the dagger wondering if the Winter Fox is using this so any claim I have is ashes and forever carve in stone Daenerys’s claim for the Iron Throne. Some people believe it to be nonsense for a dagger to be here when Daenerys comes here. And maybe it is a major thing of luck that it happened. However it happened when Daenerys came north, there has to be some truth to it.
One finally speaks in saying “You are speaking madness. This is nothing but nonsense.”
“Is it nonsense? No. Is it madness? The best madness that world needs. I can be thanked later for what knowledge I am giving. The Targaryens, her ancestors passed this dagger from ruler to ruler for a reason. Why would they do this for a dagger? A sword has far greater value. But this dagger was passed down because it has a hidden message and there is one way to find out.”
The Winter Fox grabs Daenerys by the hand bringing her over to the roaring fire for everyone to see what she is doing to do next. The Winter Fox places the dagger in the flames. Arya struggles to step forward in some shock for putting the dagger in flames to be ruined.
“What are you doing? There is no hidden message. I have studied that dagger and used it enough to know if there was to be any kind of message hidden within it.” Arya says to her.
Everyone watches the blade slowly become orange, revealing something. There are markings within the steel itself. The tent is filled with wonder and awe to see the markings; written words on it. Arya’s eyes widen to see it herself when the dagger is unburnt by the flames and the markings on it.
“The magical works of the Valyrian pyromancers was a wonder. They could hide words and songs within the steel. You can grab it, Queen Daenerys.” The Winter Fox says in extending her hand out for Daenerys to reach for it.
Daenerys pulls the dagger out, unaffected by the fire as the flames reflect on the ruby built in the handle. The blade is still orange while she examines the blade in awe of the ancient valyrian steel. She smiles knowing that the dagger truly belongs to her house centuries before dragons ever came to Westeros.
The Winter Fox speaks the words for all to hear, “In the common tongue it says, From my blood come the Princess that was Promised and hers will be the Song of Ice & Fire.”
Daenerys stares at the Winter Fox, learning her ancestors foresaw all centuries before she was born. The look on her face to the Winter Fox makes it seem like there is more to it than that. But I could be wrong due to the forgotten ancient high valyrian long before Daenerys and I were born.
“Many in the Targaryen line were dragon riders but few among them were dreamers. Even King Viserys Peaceful himself wondered what the power of a dragon is next to the power of prophecy. Daenys Targaryen foresaw the end of Valyria. Aegon the Conqueror himself foresaw the end of the world of Men. He foresaw you, Daenerys Targaryen. Aegon himself knew that a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. You are the one that was promised.” The Winter Fox speaks these words that no one ever thought would hear especially about the power of the Targaryens after all this time.
Daenerys looks over to me then to Jorah in the learning of all of this. Arya goes to Daenerys and hands the stealth of the dagger to her. Arya certainly knows the dagger belongs to her. Daenerys ties it to her belt with a small smile on her face that she has her ancestral family steel on her along with the crown of her mother on her head.
The Winter Fox with a touch of joy says, “I said you can thank me for my knowledge later. It is later.”
“Thank you for everything, Winter Fox.” Daenerys says to her with the same smile on her face.
“You are the one to help destroy the Night King and break the curse. He is ice and you are fire; the song of Ice & Fire.” The Winter Fox announces for all to hear.
The Unsullied and Dothraki say one word in a chant to honor their Queen and others bow their heads in honor and respect of prophecy. I am not a believer of prophecy however the words on the dagger was there as she said it was. And she spoke it word for word. Daenerys Targaryen truly is the impossible for all to see like I hoped for all of them to see.
