At Winterfell, Jon Snow stood in the godswood before the weirwood tree. He had no claim, no desire to be king. But Sansa had told him the truth: He was not Ned Stark’s bastard. He was the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. The heir to the Iron Throne. He stared into the tree’s carved face, and for a moment, he heard a whisper: Promise me, Ned.
He gave his black cloak back to the Watch. "My watch has ended," he said. His watch had ended in death. Now, he was free. Juego de Tronos - Temporada 6
While the Tyrells and the Sparrows fought, Cersei let her enemies gather in the Great Sept of Baelor for Margaery Tyrell’s trial. The High Sparrow, the Faith Militant, Kevan Lannister, Margaery, Loras—all of them. And beneath the Sept, three hundred casks of wildfire lay waiting. A child—Qyburn’s little bird—lit a candle. At Winterfell, Jon Snow stood in the godswood
The battle devolved into a slaughter. Shields formed a circle of the dead. Bodies piled so high men stood on corpses to fight. Jon was nearly crushed, suffocated under the weight of his own army’s retreat. But then—horns. The Knights of the Vale crashed into Ramsay’s flank, their silver falcon banners snapping. Sansa had played the game. She had won. He was the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen