A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: THE KING OF WINTER (Fanfiction) Chapter 5: Diabolical

 Winterfell had an atmosphere of celebration as the King had called upon all lords and ladies to attend the banquet for the first name day of Crown Prince Reagan. It was not only the Lords and Ladies who were celebrating; the King had given a feast for the small folk of the Winter town. They hailed for the King, the Queen, and the Prince; they didn't fail to hail the dire wolf companion of the Prince either, which made Reagan smile at the genuine wishes from them.

King Brandon, Queen Sarra, and Prince Reagan were sitting at the high table with guards standing three to four feet away from the Royal Family. The unknown headless man with a knife in his hand inside the chamber of the Royal Family had left a black mark on the guards, so they have taken it upon themselves to guard the family without rest.

Brandon and Sarra hadn't said anything in front of Reagan, but he knows every piece of information that there is after having had skin contact with them. And now, Reagan was looking down from the high table at the Lords and Ladies present with their respective heirs or heiresses. After looking at each and every one of them with the face of a curious little child, he looked around in wonder about the new people he was seeing. On the other hand, Reagan was plotting something in his mind: 'I should go around and find out where the loyalties lie for these Lords present here. In doing so, I should do something for Lord Bolton, as he had tried to kill my father by hiring a faceless man. Should I augment the other lords and tie it up with their DNA so it will be passed down in the future, or should I just concentrate on my family? Well, there will be another time for that—the day when I become a man in the eyes of the gods and men. That's fifteen years later, so I can wait. But I should do what I have to do.'

Looking at his father, he asked, "Pa, play."

Pinching his cheeks, Brandon said as he smiled at Reagan, "Go ahead. Take Fenrir with you, and a guard will be following you closely."

"Okay." Saying yes, he extended his arms to his father to get him down from his high seat. When Brandon complied and placed him on the ground, Reagan climbed over Fenrir and said out loud, "Chage!"

Fenrir took off with grace, followed closely by a guard. Brandon kept an eye on Reagan for a few seconds and looked at his wife when she pulled his shirt. Sarra looked at him and said, "Are you sure that it's safe to leave him alone?"

Smiling at his wife, he wrapped his hand around her midriff, pulled her closer, and whispered to her, "He has Fenrir, who has bit off the head of an assassin. An assassin used sleep-inducing gas on us to kill us in our deep slumber. I'm sure that Fenrir can defend our son with all its might, and do you think that there is someone who has balls to break the guest rights in the hands of the Winter King?"

"No, but I'm his mother; it's my duty to worry about him and you." She said this as she bit her lower lip in frustration and anger towards the one who had hired the assassin to kill them.

Bumping his forehead with her, Brandon said, "My dear wife, your husband and son won't leave you to fend off the leeches in the North. We will always be there for you. I promise you that."

"And I'll be there for you three too." Sarra said as she shed some tears.

Reagan started to go around each and every one of the lords that were present, and he started using psychometry from the minor lords who swore their loyalty to the High Lords. Each and everyone was loyal to the Royal Family Stark through their lords, except for some of the minor lords sworn to High Lord Bolton. A devious idea came to his mind: 'How about I make all these minor lords fight against Bolton? No, I shouldn't do that now that I know the doom happened thirty years ago. I know that Boltons are loyal to the North like the Starks, but they despise Starks so much. But still, I would need them to rally together against Aegon and his dragons.'

Next, he went to the High Lords and was content in knowing that they were loyal to Starks and would ride out if they were called upon at anytime. But there were two who were a bit of a problem: Lord Roose Bolton and Lord Wyman Manderly. ' Both of them are loyal, but Lord Bolton wants to plant his blood as the King of the North, and Lord Manderly is loyal to the Faith as he is loyal to the Starks, and he is requesting that Father approve the appointment of maesters in each lordly house. He is recommending this because of the maester that accompanied him from the Reach, their old kingdom. Maesters are good, but I don't trust those gray rats that much. I just hope that before Father approves of it, I can do something about the messages that have to be passed between the lords. I can't have them look through it. Now as for Lord Bolton, I'm going to make his only son, Ramsey Bolton, impotent and tweak the DNA of Lord Bolton to be loyal to House Starks. And if the future Lords become unloyal to the Starks, they will also turn impotent like Ramsey Bolton.'

He started his tweaking of DNA when he made Lord Bolton pick him up, which was closely watched by Brandon Stark. When he was finished with his DNA tweaking and a bit more after fully knowing what kind of man Roose was, he extended his arms to Ramsey Bolton. As Reagan used psychometry on Ramsey when they had contact, the only thing that went through the mind of the little king was, 'Fuck these shits! I'm eradicating this house, with Ramsey and Roose being the last members of the house. I have made sure that Roose will get heavy pneumonia within five days. I don't want these sadistic fucks in my kingdom. Why didn't Father kill these guys himself and give Dreadfort to a new Lord?'

After all was done, Reagan made Ramsey place him over Fenrir. At the last contact, Reagan made a delayed command in his brain that would make him attack the King and Queen within an hour.
Reagan went back to his parents and waited for the commotion to start, and when an hour passed, Ramsey stood up from his seat with a mug full of mead in his hand. He walked up to the high table, and everyone observed him as they thought that he was going to give a toast to the prince. Even Roose was observing his son, not knowing what prompted him to walk up to the King and Queen.

Surprising everyone in the Great Hall, Ramsey bashed the mug on the table and loudly proclaimed as he tried to stab Reagan in the face using the cutting knife from the table, "Glory for the Red Kings!"
Brandon was fast, but Fenrir was faster as he jumped from Reagan's back, bit Ramsey on the balls, and ripped them apart. A bloodcurdling scream came from Ramsey: "ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG."

One of the guards who was standing behind the Royal Family swiftly stabbed his spear through the heart of Ramsey, killing him instantly. When he retrieved the spear, the blood splashed on the face of Reagan, who had a horrified look, but in his mind, he cursed, 'Damn guard. Why did you kill him so quickly? He should have died by blood loss through his northern region for all the rapes and flaying he did to the small folks in the Dreadfort.'

The frozen hall was brought back to life by the shout of Brandon Stark. "Seize Lord Bolton. He have some answering to do."

Lord Umber, who was nearest to Roose, was the first to react as he held Lord Bolton with his two large hands, locking him in his place. Lord Bolton looked horrified at the actions of his son and cursed him in his mind as he opened his mouth. "King Stark! What is the meaning of this?"

"You are asking for the reason for this after seeing your sin trying to murder my son?" Brandon thundered in rage.

Roose didn't back down, and he asked back. "You killed him for it before even giving him a trial! Are you going to do the same for me?"

Squinting his eyes, Brandon said in a low voice that reverberated throughout the hall and sent chills to the spines of the lords present in the hall. His eyes showed the same icy look he had when he killed the pirates at the Wolf Den a few years ago, showing how enraged the King was. "You hired a man to assassinate me and my family a few days ago. Today, your son tried to kill my son openly. During the war against the Ironmen, you and your soldiers tried your best to stab me in the back. What do you plead?"

"Not guilty," Roose said within a second.

Brandon then said, "You and your bannermen will be sent to prison until evidence is found for your crimes. Rest well in the dungeon."

Then, looking at the guards of Winterfell, Brandon said, "Lord Bolton broke the guest rights and attacked my family; he will be detained and investigated. Lord Umber, Lord Karstark, Lord Mormont, and Lord Reed. You will be investigating the Dreadfort for any evidence and bringing it to me within a week. I'm assigning you lords for investigation as I know that you lords are just ones."

With orders given out, Brandon left with Sarra, who was holding Reagan close to her chest, followed by Fenrir and the gurads of Winterfell, who looked even more vigilant than before.

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: THE KING OF WINTER (Fanfiction) Chapter 4: Ice

 A month passed, and Reagan became one year old. He has been either with his mother or his father every time. Fenrir had reached the height of a chair, and sometimes Reagan would ride on him to get from one place to another inside the castle. Since the wolf was docile even without Reagan around, the inhabitants of the castle took it up on themselves to feed the wolf of their prince.

Inside the palace of the King, Brandon was looking through the practices that he had created during the war that had happened. Sarra was sitting opposite him, and Reagan was riding Fenrir on the wolf's back. Placing all the pieces on the table, Brandon looked at Sarra and said, "Sarra, have you been feeling different in this past year?"

Slowly nodding her head, she said, "I've been able to do things two to three times more efficiently than before. I don't know the reason, but I think that I can go and fight any man without getting any injury."

"That's what happened to me in the war. I was so efficient in the war that I was cutting down three to four men in a single stroke, and I could sense everything that was happening around me on the battle field." Brandon said as he ran his hand through his hair.

As they were talking to each other about finding out that they had been augmented, Reagan guided his wolf towards the ancestral great sword of his house, the Ice.

Slowly climbing down from Fenrir, he touched the sword as his father and mother were preoccupied with their conversation. He slowly tilted the sword to the side and unsheathed it carefully. When he saw the ripple-like pattern on the blade, he thought, 'What are the secrets of forging this sword? Show it to me.'

Just as he touched the blade, he activated his psychometry and started to see the past of the great sword, Ice. He first saw the previous wielders of the sword, from his great-great-grandfather Edrick Stark the Snowbeard to his ancestor Theon Stark the Hungry Wolf. He saw all those histories, and he had the chance to absorb the fighting style of his ancestors, but he didn't, as he was not looking for that with the ice. Slowly, he started to see the inside of a smithy and blacksmith forging the sword step by step, and without any delay, he started to absorb the knowledge on how to forge a Valriyan steel sword. After he had the knowledge, he took his hands away from the ice and contemplated, 'That is almost similar to the forging of the ancient Damascus steel, which was lost on Earth. The extra steps in this are that they are using sacrificial offerings to their gods and enchanting the steel with some magic spells that they had developed over the centuries.'

Suddenly he was floating in the air, and he knew that he was being held by his father by the hardness of his hand. "That's Ice, our ancestral great sword. It's Valriyan steel, so it's sharp, and you may cut yourself accidentally."

"Booboo?" Reagan asked as he tilted his head while a thought passed through his head: 'I can't just act mature; as long as I am the only child, I should give them some memories that they will cherish through their lives.'

"Yes, booboo. You don't want any booboo's, right?" Brandon asked, and Reagan shook his head in agreement.

Smiling at him, Brandon gave him a him a kiss on the cheeks and said, "You don't have to worry, okay? That sword is yours when you become king. If you need a weapon before that, then I will give you a wooden sword."

"Ah." Reagan looked down in disappointment, which was noted by Brandon. He just smiled and ruffled Reagan's hair while saying, "You will get your iron sword when you grow up. So wait for it, okay?"

"Umm." Reagan nodded in agreement and thought to himself, 'I should try to use the Valriyan steel method, and instead of using the blood and sacrificial magic, I should experiment with the First Men Runes.'

Sarra, who was sitting on the chair, stood up from her seat and said with a smile, "You know, I have something to tell you about that I had been postponing."

Reagan and Brandon looked at Sarra and asked at the same time, "What?" "Wut?"

Chuckling, she said, "I think that I'm pregnant. I have been having morning sickness for a few days continuously."

Both the King and the Prince widened their eyes at her statement. Then suddenly, Brandon wrapped his hands around her and asked her, "I'm going to be a father again?"

Nodding her head as she played with the hair of Reagan, she said as she wrapped her hair around her favorite two men in this world, "Yes. Reagan is going to be a big brother soon. Aren't you excited?"

"Um!" Reagan said as he raised his hands above his head and thought, 'I was waiting for her to figure it out herself. I have improved the natural healing of my sibling, and I have modified their DNA in a way that would give her immunity to any kind of disease. I have done the same with my mother and father in the past month.'

Brandon then gave Sarra a kiss while Reagan was thinking. Separating from their kiss, Brandon said, "This calls for a celebration."

Lightly tapping on his chest, Sarra said, "No. You're not throwing any celebrations for this. We have to celebrate Reagan's first name day next week; let's just announce at the party."

"As you wish, my queen, But we will celebrate today as a family, and that's a no-brainer." Brandon said as he looked into her eyes.

"As you wish, my king. We will celebrate today for finding out that you made me pregnant after coming from the war." She gave a moving bow to him and a mock glare, which ended in full-blown laughter by Brandon and Sarra.

That day, the King, Queen, and Prince celebrated the news of the arrival of a new member of the Stark family. The inhabitants of the Winterfell were happy to hear the news of the arrival of a new prince or a new princess. After their celebration, they fell asleep in their room, with Fenrir curled up at the end of the bed where the Royal Family was sleeping.

Suddenly, a green-colored smoke entered the room without disturbing anyone inside. A few minutes later, a man entered the room and walked up to the bed where Brandon, Sarra, and Reagan were sleeping. Looking down on Brandon, the man said, "A red man has asked a man to kill the Ice Eyes. The man is fulfilling the contract."

Taking out a knife, he tried to plunge into the neck of Brandon but stopped midway when he felt a pair of eyes looking at him. The man tried to turn around but fell to the floor due to the weight of Fenrir, who had woken up after the man passed by him, thinking Fenrir was asleep like everyone else. Fenrir bit the man's neck from behind, and with tremendous force, he ripped the man's head from the body. As the deed was done, Reagan opened his eyes and thought, 'That was a faceless man. He was aiming for my father's life. The one who ordered the hit is Bolton, according to the words of the faceless man. Thanks to biokinesis, I was able to escape from the sleeping gas, and thanks to me upgrading Fenrir to be immune to these kinds of things, it's helped now.' Pausing there, he looked at his father, then at his mother, who is pregnant with his sibling, and swore in his mind, 'The Red Men are going to die out in the next generation. I will make sure of it. You tried to kill one of my pack; you will get your retribution, Boltons.'

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: THE KING OF WINTER (Fanfiction) Chapter 3: First Steps

 It's been eight months since Brandon "Ice Eyes" Stark went to wage war against ironmen who had invaded the eastern shores of the kingdom of the North.

In Winterfell, Sarra was ruling the castle and the town with efficiency she had never felt before. While skimming through some prachments that were sent to her by the lords, informing the King and Queen about their requests and reports of their lands. On the floor of the office, Reagan was following the dire wolf cub by crawling with not much of an effort, but he was keeping up with the cub.

For some reason, the cub was growing similar to Reagan. Instead of growing to the height of the chair after a year, the cub had only grown to half the height. Suddenly, the cub looked over to the door of the solar, alerting Sarra and Reagan with a shout of "Yip." Then he came around and stood next to Reagan in a protective manner.

A knock was heard, so Sarra gave permission to enter the solar "enter."

As the door opened, a bloodied soldier rushed in, kneeled in front of them, and spoke, "Victory is ours, my Queen. King Brandon had decimated the ironmen single-handedly, and the defeated men had taken the black. The King will reach Winterfell in a month."

Smiling at the news, Sarra said, "Thank you for your service, Alen. Ask the castellan for some meat and mead; tell him I have allowed you to have lunch in our house."

"Thank you, my Queen, my Prince." Alen thanked them both and left the solar. As she looked at her son, she said, "It looks like your father is coming back home, my little king."

Turning his head towards her, he said his first words in this world: "Ma, pa comin?"

Sarra's eyes went wide as she heard her son's first words. She stood up from her place, crouched down to look at him, and asked, "Can you repeat that, Reagan?"

"Ma, pa comin?" Reagan asked as he tilted his head to the side, and the cub did the same with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Sarra chuckled at those faces, gave both of them a bear hug, and muttered, "You're so cute."

They stayed like that for some time and got released from her bear hug, then looking at Reagan, she said, "It seems we need to prepare a banquet for your father for the victory. Can you surprise him at the banquet?"

"Umm." Reagan nodded and thought to himself, 'Well, I can just do something that would blow both of them out of their minds.'

"Good, then shall we start?" Saying so, the Queen and Prince left the solar, with the cub following then. Since he was on his mother's shoulder, he saw the cub on the floor tottering. Pointing at the cub, he said, "Fenrir."

"Yip." Fenrir yipped happily as it got a name from Reagan.

"What was that, honey?" She asked as she looked at his face.

Reagan again pointed at Fenrir and said, "Fenrir."

Looking back, Sarra saw the cub yipping in excitement, and she figured out what her son was saying: "You want to name him Fenrir?"

"Fenrir." Reagan just repeated the name.

"Where did you hear that?" Sarra asked, squinting her eyes as she was sure that no one had said that word to Reagan. 'So how did he know that word?'

Tilting his head, he said, "Ma rune."

Her eyes went wide at the words and she closed her eyes while thinking, 'Of course I would have lost the semblance of the place and read one of the runes from ancient times. The story about Fenrir the Great Wolf, Jörmungandr the Great Serpent, and Hel the Great Other is written by the last hero. I should be careful of what I read around Reagan to see if he can pick up words easily. I should also warn Brandon not to swear around Reagan as much as possible.'

"Okay, from now on, your wolf is the Fenrir. Happy?" Sarra asked her son as she came out of her thought process.

"Appy." Reagan said with a smile as he raised his hands over his head. Sarra could only chuckle at his actions, as it was cute to see her son excited for simple things.

Like that, a month passed, and King Brandon had returned to Winterfell with his army of two thousand. The Queen and the Prince welcomed the King and his banner men at the entrance of the castle, and everyone was invited to the victory banquet. In the midst of drinking mead and eating meat at the tables of the Great Hall of the Keep, suddenly everyone heard a high-pitched voice that stopped their ruckus: "Pa!"

All the lords and soldiers who fought for their king against the ironmen, along with the king, looked at Prince Reagan as he called out for his father, the king. The Queen had a smug smile on her face as she felt proud of making all the battle-hardened lords speechless. But that smile didn't last for long, as the Prince showed another surprise to everyone present in the great hall by standing up from his mother's lap and climbing over the table. He walked towards his father, extended his hands to each side, and demanded a "Pa hug."

Brandon unconsciously hugged his son, making sure that he wouldn't hurt him by squeezing too much. Right then, a man who looked to be the offspring of a giant and a human stood up with a raised mug and shouted, "To the King! To the Queen! To the Prince! To the North!"

"To the North!" All the lords shouted out as they got out of their stupor as the large man shouted out. Even the King came back to reality, and then he looked at his son, who was beaming at him with a sweet smile.

Turning to look at the Lord, who had cheered, the King said, "Thank you, Lord Umber, for your support."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The man laughed so loudly that some of the lords sitting next to him thought their ears would be damaged by the laughter. As the laughter died down, Lord Umber said, "I know no king but the king in the north! Of course, I'll support you, my king. And from the looks of it, Prince Reagan is going to be running around in the castle anytime."

"Aye. That might be possible." Brandon nodded his head, raised his mug, and shouted, "TO THE CROWN PRINCE REAGAN!"

"Prince Reagan!" All the lords shouted back as they raised their mugs. Everyone inside the Great Hall looked happy at the news of the Crown Prince walking at the age of nine months, but only one man had a sour look on his face. And that was not because of the news of the victory or about the Crown Prince; it was because he was looking at the cub that had escaped from his and his son's hands. 'Now that it is sitting next to the Crown Prince, I can forget about it. Brandon Stark will take my head if I touch his son in any way. I'll just have to wait until Brandon is dead and becomes the Regent King. He escaped this time with some luck, but he won't escape my blade next time.'

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: THE KING OF WINTER (Fanfiction) Chapter 2: Funeral

 Reagan woke up when he felt a wet sensation on his cheeks. Cracking his eyes open, he saw a black wolf cub licking his cheek inside his cradle. And suddenly his eyes started to glow, and he started to see its past. He saw men hunting down the cub pack and how its mother had saved it while sacrificing itself. He also saw a man and boy flaying the alpha of the pack and the rest of the cubs.

Closing his eyes, he thought, 'Might be psychometry. I have heard about it; it can be helpful in investigations and trying to learn new things. But it seems this little one is hurting. I should try to use biokinesis.'

He touched the cub with his hand and slowly started to close the small wound on its body using his bioenergy. While he was doing that, he felt a connection forming between them, and when the connection was fully formed, he understood, 'So this is the fenrir, huh? Will he grow gigantic, like forty kilometers tall and ninety kilometers long? Or will he be at a proportional size?'

Mentally shrugging, he hugged the cub with his small hands as the cub had fallen asleep after getting its injury healed. Closing his eyes, Reagan thought, 'If I can heal the wounds of others, then can I create medicines from the herbs that are grown in this world? But I would have to get my hands on medicinal knowledge of this world, as I have no idea about it. For that, I would have to join the citadel as an acolyte, but I won't become a maester; those gray rats are not that trustworthy. Maybe I should get inside it and look through all the books, then maybe I should start something similar in the North.'

A few seconds later, he heard an ear-piercing scream, which woke him up from his thinking process. Since he couldn't see anything anyway, he just lied and hugged his friend. He started to hear footsteps of men coming towards his room, then he heard another footstep and the imposing voice of his father: "What is going on here?"

The guards didn't say anything, and when King Brandon saw the dead dire wolf beneath his son's cradle, he went straight to check up on Reagan. What he saw inside surprised him, as his son was hugging the dire wolf cub in a protective manner, and the cub was looking protective of his son. He blinked twice to make sure that he was not seeing things, and he was brought back to the world by the world of his wife. "Brandon, what is it? Is Reagan alright? He's not hurt, is he?"

Shaking his head, Brandon said, "It looks like the Old Gods have blessed our son, Sarra."

"How?" She asked as she glanced at the dead dire wolf.

Brandon slowly picked up his son along with the dire wolf and showed them to her. "See this. He has his own dire wolf. A stark prince with a dire wolf, if not God sent it, then what is?"

Sarra was looking at her son worriedly, even though she knew the legend of some Stark Kings having dire wolves as their companions. She motioned for Brandon to give her son, and he obeyed the order of his queen. Cradling Reagan along with the cub, she noticed that both of them were protective of each other, and the cub was shivering after seeing Brandon and the guards with the spears. Without taking her eyes off the two babies, she said, "All the guards are out of the room. Take the mother dire wolf with you. We will bury her near the Weirwood tree, that's all."

"Yes, ma Queen." The guards said and picked up the mother dire wolf, and the maid hurriedly started to clean the blood stains from the floor.

Looking at his family, Brandon asked as he sat down on the bed, "Why did you send them away?"

"The cub is frightened of the guards. It looks like the cub only escaped a gruesome fate due to its mother saving it." Sarra told him as she rubbed the head of the cub.

Nodding his head in understanding, he asked her, "Are you going to name him?"

Thinking for a bit, she said, "I would love to name him, but he's our son's wolf. When he grows up, he will name him."

"Alright. Now about the funeral of the mother wolf, let's bury her as a family, as she had brought her son to our care with great risk." Brandon said as he rubbed the head of the cub with his index finger.

"Ga gu ga ga." Reagan mumbled out, and the cub barked out, "Yip."

Hearing that, both Brandon and Sarra looked at each other and chuckled at the cuteness of their son and the cub. Kissing her cheek, Brandon said, "My Queen, I would like to inform you that the ironmen have started attacking our coasts. I'm calling the banner man and marching there to send them back to their island. Wish me luck."

Nodding slowly at the news, Sarra said, "You have to come back safe. There are people who are aiming for your life, and you know it."

Giving Sarra a searing kiss that lasted a long while with some tongue actions, both of them gasped for a breath as they separated from the kiss. Placing his forehead on hers, Brandon said, "I know that, and I am aware of who wants my life so badly. And since I have a son now and don't have any brothers, as they died in the last war, the ones aiming for my life will be trying to become the regent, until Reagan is of age." Pausing there, he continued, "Because of that, I have written a will that states that my wife and the Queen will be the regents at my untimely death until Reagan becomes an adult."

This time, Sarra was the one who initiated the kiss, and when they stopped, she said, "Don't say things like that. You are coming back from this war alive. You have a son now, but that doesn't mean that you can go ahead and do it. You hear me, Brandon 'Ice Eyes' Stark? You are coming back to us alive."

"Yes, my Queen." Brandon replied as if he were just a guardsman to avoid the ire of his wife. But still, he was happy about what she said, and he promised himself that he would come back to his wife and son.

Unknown to both Sarra and Brandon, Reagan understood everything from psychometry and started to augment his father to be the peak of human beings in this world for twenty years, as that was the limit of augmentation. He also boosted the healing factor of his father so that he wouldn't die because of blood loss on the battlefield. He did the same with his mother so that she wouldn't succumb to poison and other polys.

After some time, they changed their clothes and went to the Weirwood tree to bury the mother wolf. The cub was shedding tears as it watched his mother get lowered into the ground, and when he couldn't see her anymore, he howled in sadness, "Awooooooooo.".

""Awoooooooo."" More howls were heard from the wolf's wood after the cub howled in sorrow.

 

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: THE KING OF WINTER (Fanfiction) Chapter 1: Reagan Stark

 A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: THE KING OF WINTER

This is a fanfiction written by me on the premise: What if Thorren Stark had a grandfather who had memories of his previous life with some power that was granted to him by the Akashic Records and he prepared the North to face the Targaryen forces?

Chapter 1: Reagan Stark

"Urgggghhh" A woman in her late teens with black hair and brown eyes was screaming out in pain on the bed with a big belly. Next to her was a man of the same age as the woman with brown hair and gray eyes who was holding her hand in support.

Wet nurses were running around in the room with fresh water, fresh cloth, and blood-stained clothes. Finally, the women screamed out one more time, and the wailing of a child was heard. Hearing the sound, the people in the room cringed for a bit as the baby was wailing loudly, even for a baby that was just born. The wet nurse who was holding the baby told the man, "You have a boy, my King and Queen."

The man looked at the women after he heard what the wet nurse said: "It looks like our son is a loud one, Sarra."

Giving her husband a weak smile, she said, "Of course he is; Stark blood runs through him after all."

Then, turning to look at their son, Sarra said, "Give my son to me."

The wet nurse, who had cleaned the baby with fresh water and towels, gave the baby to his mother while saying, "The prince has calmed down, my queen."

Cradling her son to her chest, she shed some tears and said, "It looks like he has your gray eyes, Brandon."

"And from the looks of the patch on his head, I would say that he would have your wild hair." Brandon was commended as he motioned for the wet nurses to go out of the room to give them some privacy.

Looking at his wife and queen, he asked, "What will you name him, Sarra?"

Thinking for a bit as she bit on her lower lip, she said, "How about we name him Reagan Stark?"
Chuckling, Brandon said, "Reagan, in Old Tongue, it means Little King; I like it. Fitting name for the Winter King."

"Well, the meaning would lose its hold on him after he grows up. I am sure of that." Sarra said with conviction, and when Brandon looked at her, he told him, "It's a mother's intuition."

Shaking his head, he kissed his wife on the forehead and kissed Reagan on the cheek, then whispered into his ear, "Your name is Reagan, Reagan Stark."

As the King left and the Queen slowly started to sleep after putting Reagan in the cradle, Reagan was seeing his memories from his past two lives and reading a message that had popped up in his mind after seeing the memories.

[For your service to the Akashic Records, we have given you the chance to reincarnate again in a new world with some random powers. I hope you will create a legend in this life like you did in your second life.

Granting Rewards:

Enhanced Condition

Biokinesis

Psychometry

Fenrir

Hunting Dimension.

Good Luck!]

Reading all that, Reagan was blown out of his mind. 'I'll be damned. I'm the future King of the North in this life; in the last reincarnation, I lived without knowing about my first life. But still, that was a good life. Living as one of the warlords in ancient Greece has been enlightening in the way of living in ancient times. Even though I don't fully know the show or the books, there's no problem, as I was reincarnated before Westeros was united. Let's develop this land as much as I can, and from where am I going to get a Fenrir? Is it going to fall from the sky? Or am I getting a dire wolf cub and it evolves into a Fenrir? And what's up with the hunting dimension? Is it like a dimension only consisting of forests and some animals, or like a real world? And why are my eyes shutting down? '

Reagan started to close his eyes involuntarily because of tiredness from being born and getting the previous life memories in his tiny little brain. Soon, Reagan went to the dream lands, where he started to see the attack on North by the Others, the people fighting back the dead and cold, a man with a flaming sword killing the leader of the Others, him naming the place where he killed the leader of the Other Winterfell, the child born to the hero being friends with the children of the forest and the giants, building a seven hundred foot tall wall made with stones and ice, the children of the forest crowning the builders son King of Winter.

While he was having visions from the past in his dream, a large dire wolf was walking in the shadows of the night with a cub held in its mouth. The dire wolf was slowly walking to the castle of Winterfell from the eastern direction. There was blood on its fur, and there was a large gash that ran from its shoulder to the back from where its blood was flowing out.

Without alerting the guards of Winterfell, the dire wolf entered the castle stealthily, and it was going towards the room where Sarra and Reagan were sleeping after childbirth. The dire wolf saw two guards standing at the doors; it showed itself to the guards, which was effective as the guards froze on their spot as they saw a giant black dire wolf with blood all over its fur and a cub held by its scruff, and then suddenly fell unconscious from the aura that was emitting from the dire wolf.

The dire wolf slowly walked past the unconscious guards, opened the door by lightly pushing it, and entered the room. It went straight towards Reagan, then slowly and carefully placed the cub in the cradle with tears falling from its eyes. As soon as the dire wolf knew that its cub was safe and had reached the place where it needed to reach, it plopped down onto the floor. Slowly dying due to the immense blood loss that it had lost from the gash on its body. In its final moments, the dire wolf thought about what happened some time ago. Men with pointy sticks hunting her pack without rest, capturing her mate, and a big man with a small man skinning him alive, capturing her babies and skinning them alive like their father. That big man and small man were smiling while they were skinning her pack alive and killing them in the process. Finally, she closed her eyes, as she had saved her youngest cub and made sure to give him to the ones who have the blood of a wolf.

When dawn came, the maid who was going to wake up the Queen and the Prince saw the unconscious guards, and she ran straight into the room without asking permission. When she saw a giant wolf dead near the cradle, she screamed in fright, which woke up the three occupants in the room and the unconscious guards from their slumber. "AHAHHHHHHHH!"