A Canvas of Crowns Chapter 1: Jon I, an a song of ice and fire fanfic | FanFictionThe king beyond the Wall comes south. He leads a vast host of wildlings. Lord Mormont sent a raven from the haunted forest. He is under attack. Other birds have come since, with no words. We fear Mormont slain with all his strength. He heard the words as if they were coming from across the Narrow Sea.
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The following is a non-profit fan-based mini-series written for fun and not in any way intended for profit. Support the official release by buying and reading the A Song of Ice and Fire book series and buying and watching the Game of Thrones official seasons. Personally, I say stick to Seasons 1 through 4 cause it goes downhill after Season 5. Their moods were as cold and quiet as the weather outside of their tent. For all of their father's honor and justice, it was no secret that those very same attributes were what led to his death. But this truth did nothing to ease Jon's mood. When did these things become bad?
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The warning: Anyone who has read my other drabble knows what's coming, but for those as of yet unfamiliar there will be single quote speecharks, and it's not going to change unless you pay me! Everything else you will have to read to see for yourself, though I am, as you know from the summary, starting from the beginning which means I have just committed myself to quite a vast project. I need to draw another cover, but anyone whose skill with a pencil exceeds mine, and is gripped by a sudden generous desire to draw me a crown of winter roses, should PM me, and you may find your work on the cover. Obviously I will credit you for your talent! A grey dire-wolf fluttered atop the fist, rippling before a clear, crisp, cloudless sky. The edges of the flag were encrusted with frost, thicker than Jon had ever seen it reach in half a decade of riding here. He'd seen almost a score of men die here on the stump at the centre of the square, from the first, blue-eyed brigand, through to this man, a deserter from the Night's Watch, or even a wildling as he had heard the serving girls whispering about.