Dragon Hidden in the Wolf's Shadow - Chapter - 14 (Patreon)

Jon Snow rode alongside his family as they approached Winterfell. The ancient castle loomed large, standing as a testament to the Stark legacy. Despite the familiar sights and sounds, Jon couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Though he had traveled with his family from the mountains, the atmosphere of Winterfell still felt stifling. It wasn't just the cold stone walls—it was the sense of being an outsider within his own home.

Over the past three years, Jon had built a life for himself in the wilderness. He had found purpose and respect among the Mountain Clans, and he had established something of his own—Northern Honey, a thriving maple syrup business that operated deep within the Wolfswood. It wasn't just a small venture anymore. Hundreds of loyal workers tapped the great maple trees, producing the finest syrup in the North, which Jon secretly distributed to White Harbor.

When the Starks finally passed through the gates of Winterfell, Jon took in the familiar surroundings—the towering walls, the great hall, and the godswood with its ancient weirwood tree. It was all the same, yet it felt different. More confined, more restrictive.

Despite these feelings, Jon spent his first few days catching up with his family. Robb, Arya, Bran, and Rickon were as welcoming as ever, their joy at returning home contagious. Even Sansa, with her graceful demeanor, offered him a warm smile. But no matter how much they tried to include him, Jon felt the subtle distance that always lingered—especially from Catelyn Stark, who maintained her usual polite but cold demeanor.

One morning, after finishing his training in the yard, Jon decided to head into the Wolfswood. He needed to check on his secret project and escape the confines of Winterfell for a while. Riding through the familiar forest, the scent of pine and earth brought him a sense of peace. The woods had always been a refuge for him, a place where he could clear his head.

His destination was a well-hidden clearing deep within the forest, where his Northern Honey operation was in full swing. What had started as a small project had grown into something much larger, thanks to Jon's careful planning and the loyalty of his workers. The maple syrup they produced was not only a delicacy in the Westros but was also quietly making its way to Essos, Jon owned a discreet warehouse in White Harbour. From there, his trusted workers sold the syrup to traders, ensuring a steady stream of income that few knew about.

As Jon approached the clearing, the sight of workers bustling about filled him with pride. The wooden structures housing barrels and equipment blended seamlessly with the surrounding forest, ensuring that the operation remained hidden. The air was thick with the sweet scent of boiling syrup, a testament to the hard work of the men and women who had joined Jon in this endeavor.

"Jon!" A familiar voice called out, and Jon turned to see Old Anders, one of the overseers, approaching him with a broad grin. The elderly man had been one of Jon's first allies in this project, his knowledge of the forest and its resources invaluable.

"Good to see you, Anders," Jon replied, shaking the man's hand. "How's everything going?"

"Better than ever, lad," Anders said, his eyes twinkling with pride. "The syrup's flowing steady, and the new batch is some of our best yet. The men are in good spirits, and we've kept everything quiet, just like you wanted."

Jon nodded, pleased. "What about the shipment to White Harbor?"

"Already on its way," Anders confirmed. "Your men at the warehouse are handling it well. We've got traders lining up to get their hands on Northern Honey. They don't ask too many questions, which is just the way we like it."

"Good," Jon said, his voice firm. "Keep it that way. The fewer people know about this, the better."

Jon spent the next few hours inspecting the operation, talking with the workers, and making sure everything was running smoothly. This place had become more than just a business to him—it was a sanctuary, a part of his life that he had built with his own hands.

Before leaving, Jon spoke with Anders once more. "Make sure the next shipment is ready on time. I'll be checking in when I can, but for now, keep everything under wraps."

Anders nodded. "You can count on us, Jon. We'll keep things running smooth as silk."

Satisfied, Jon mounted his horse and rode back to Winterfell, taking a roundabout route to avoid drawing any attention to the secret clearing.

As he approached the castle, the sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the yard. The training area was quieter now, most of the men having finished for the day. But one figure remained—Theon Greyjoy, practicing with a sword, his usual smirk plastered on his face.

Theon's arrogance had always grated on Jon, and it seemed that time had only made the Ironborn more insufferable. As Jon approached, Theon looked up, his eyes narrowing with disdain.

"Well, well, if it isn't the prodigal bastard," Theon drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Back from your grand adventures in the wilderness, I see."

Jon felt a surge of irritation but forced himself to remain calm. He had learned to control his temper over the years, but Theon had a way of pushing his buttons.

"Back and better than ever, Greyjoy," Jon replied coolly. "Still think you can best me with that sword?"

Theon snorted. "I wouldn't waste my time on a bastard. Besides, I've been training with the best. You wouldn't stand a chance."

Jon's eyes hardened. He had no patience for Theon's arrogance. "Why don't we find out?"

Theon smirked and stepped forward, raising his sword. "Careful what you wish for, Snow."

But before Theon could make another move, Jon's fist connected with his jaw. Theon staggered back, his sword clattering to the ground as he fell to his knees.

Jon stood over him, his voice cold and steady. "Remember your place, Greyjoy. You may be a ward of the Starks, but you're still a hostage. And I'm also have the blood of Stark."

Theon glared up at him, rubbing his jaw. But he didn't say another word as Jon turned and walked away, leaving the Ironborn to nurse his wounded pride.

As Jon entered Winterfell, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had come back stronger, more capable, and with secrets of his own.

And no matter what challenges lay ahead, Jon knew that he would face them now, though, he would keep his secrets close—especially the one nestled deep within the Wolfswood, where Northern Honey flowed like liquid gold, ready to sweeten the North and beyond.

Jon Snow stepped into the grand hall of Winterfell, his boots echoing softly on the cold stone floor. The walls, lined with rich tapestries depicting the history of the Stark family, seemed to absorb the chill of the Northern air. Jon was well-acquainted with this hall, but today it felt different—his mind was focused on his business, and he had an important request to make.

Lord Eddard Stark was seated at the head of the long wooden table, poring over a stack of documents. The Lord of Winterfell looked up as Jon entered, his face breaking into a warm smile.

"Jon," Eddard greeted, rising from his seat. "What brings you here this morning?"

Jon offered a respectful bow. "My lord, I wanted to discuss a matter with you. I need your permission to travel to White Harbor for a business meeting."

Eddard raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "White Harbor? What business could you have there?"

Jon straightened, meeting his lord's gaze steadily. "As you know, I've been managing several enterprises recently. One of them involves the production and distribution of Northern Honey and wild berry products. I need to oversee the latest shipment and discuss some new deals with traders."

Eddard's expression softened into a thoughtful frown. "I see. And how long will you be away?"

"Just a few weeks," Jon replied. "I'll need to inspect the warehouse and finalize some arrangements. It's crucial for maintaining our supply chains and ensuring the quality of our products."

Eddard nodded slowly, clearly weighing Jon's request. "I understand the importance of your work, Jon. However, the roads can be dangerous, and White Harbor is quite a distance from here."

"I appreciate your concern, my lord," Jon said. "If it's possible, I would be grateful for any support you could provide."

Eddard leaned back in his chair, contemplating. After a moment, he nodded decisively. "Very well. I'll send a few of my trusted guards with you to ensure your safety. They'll leave with you tomorrow morning."

Jon's face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Lord Stark. I assure you that I'll take good care of them and return promptly."

The following morning, Jon stood at the gates of Winterfell, his horse ready and packed for the journey. Four of Lord Stark's trusted guards—Sir Jory Cassel, Ser Rodrik Cassel, and two others—were mounted and waiting beside him. Their presence added a sense of security, and Jon appreciated their willingness to accompany him.

As the group set out, Jon couldn't help but glance back at the towering walls of Winterfell. The journey to White Harbor was long, but the promise of warmer weather and the bustling port city ahead made it bearable.

The ride was smooth, and as they approached White Harbor, Jon could see the city's bustling activity in the distance. The port was alive with ships coming and going, and the scent of the sea mingled with the aroma of commerce.

Jon's warehouse in White Harbor was a large, sturdy building situated near the docks. The building was a hive of activity, with workers moving crates and barrels with practiced efficiency. Inside, the air was filled with the rich scents of Northern Honey and roasted wild berries.

As Jon entered, he was greeted by Meryn, the warehouse supervisor. His face brightened at the sight of Jon. "Morning, Jon! Everything's running smoothly. We've received the latest batch of berries, and the honey is ready for distribution."

"Good to hear," Jon replied, shaking Meryn's hand. "Let's go over the details."

They walked through the warehouse, stopping by the large vats where Northern Honey was processed. Jon inspected the product, noting its golden color and thick consistency.

"This looks excellent," Jon said, nodding in approval. "How's the supply chain holding up?"

Meryn shrugged with a smile. "We're keeping up with demand. The honey is moving quickly, and the traders seem pleased with the quality."

Jon's eyes twinkled with satisfaction. "That's good news. And what about the berry processing? How's the coffee production coming along?"

Meryn led him to a separate room where workers were busy drying, roasting, and grinding the berries. The aroma of freshly roasted coffee was rich and inviting.

"We've got a good batch ready for shipment," Meryn said. "The drying and roasting are complete, and the powder is being packaged for distribution."

Jon inspected the process, noting the meticulous care taken in each step. "Everything seems to be in order. Make sure we maintain these standards. The partnership with Braavos is important, and we need to keep up with their expectations."

That afternoon, Jon attended a meeting with traders from White Harbor. The meeting was held in a modestly furnished room, where several men and women were seated around a table strewn with contracts and sample products."

Jon Snow," greeted one of the traders, a portly man with a thick beard. "I've heard a lot about your Northern Honey and berry products. It's an honor to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," Jon replied, taking a seat at the table. "I'm here to discuss our current arrangement and explore potential opportunities for expanding our trade."

The discussion was detailed and thorough. Jon and the traders reviewed quantities, pricing, and distribution channels. Jon made a point to emphasize the quality of his products and the reliability of his supply chain.

One of the traders, a sharp-eyed woman named Elia, asked, "What plans do you have for expanding into new markets?"

Jon leaned forward, his expression serious. "We're currently working on increasing our presence in Braavos. The Sealord is very interested in our berry coffee, and we're looking to establish a more substantial distribution network there. If successful, this could open doors to other Free Cities as well."

The traders nodded, clearly impressed. "That sounds promising. We're eager to see how this develops."

After the meeting, Jon took some time to explore White Harbor. He walked through the bustling streets, observing the lively market stalls and vibrant atmosphere. The city was a stark contrast to the quiet, rugged landscape of the North, and Jon found the change refreshing.

As he walked, Jon noticed several merchants selling exotic goods, including spices and fabrics from distant lands. He stopped by a stall selling fine wines and chatted with the vendor, who spoke highly of the quality of Jon's products.

"You've made quite an impact, Jon," the vendor said, pouring a sample of wine. "I've heard many good things about your Northern Honey and coffee. It's creating quite a buzz among traders."

Jon smiled appreciatively. "Thank you. We've worked hard to ensure our products meet high standards."

Jon Snow stood on the balcony of his guest quarters, overlooking the bustling port of White Harbor. The sea breeze was crisp, carrying the salty tang of the ocean and the distant murmur of the city. It had been a productive visit so far, with successful meetings and promising developments for his businesses.

As he reviewed the day's notes, a soft knock interrupted his thoughts. A servant entered, carrying a neatly folded letter.

"Jon Snow," the servant said respectfully, "this message just arrived for you. It's from Lord Manderly."

Jon took the letter and carefully unfolded it. The elegant script was unmistakable, and the message was warm and inviting:

Dear Jon Snow,

I was delighted to hear of your presence in White Harbor. It would be my honor to host you at my castle for a formal dinner and introduce you to my family. Your accomplishments with the Northern Honey and the coffee have reached our ears, and I would like to discuss matters of mutual interest.

Please join us at New Castle tomorrow evening. I look forward to your company.

Yours sincerely,

Wyman Manderly

Jon folded the letter with a smile. The invitation was both gracious and promising. He had heard much about Lord Wyman Manderly and his renowned hospitality. The opportunity to meet his family and discuss potential collaborations was one he welcomed.

The next evening, Jon rode through the gates of Manderly Castle, accompanied by a few of Lord Stark's guards. The castle was a grand structure, its towers and walls impressive against the backdrop of the setting sun. The warm glow of lanterns and torches illuminated the entrance, creating a welcoming atmosphere.

As Jon dismounted, a procession of servants and guards awaited him. A tall, portly man with a jovial demeanor stepped forward, extending a hearty hand.

"Jon Snow, I presume?" Lord Wyman Manderly greeted with a broad smile. "Welcome to New Castle. It's a pleasure to have you here."

Jon shook Lord Manderly's hand firmly. "Thank you for your kind invitation, my lord. It's an honor to be here."

Lord Manderly gestured for Jon to follow him. "Come, let me show you to your quarters and then we shall have dinner. My family is eager to meet you."

The interior of Manderly Castle was as impressive as its exterior. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of naval battles and festive gatherings. The hall where they were headed was filled with the sounds of cheerful conversation and the clinking of glasses.

Jon was introduced to Lady Bethany Manderly, a gracious woman with a warm smile, and their children: Ser Wylis Manderly, a knight with a commanding presence, and his siblings, including the young and lively Asha Manderly."

Jon Snow, it's wonderful to finally meet you," Lady Bethany said as she offered Jon a seat at the grand dining table. "We've heard so much about your endeavors. The Northern Honey has been a topic of much discussion in our circles."

Jon bowed his head slightly. "Thank you, Lady Bethany. I appreciate your hospitality."

As the dinner commenced, the conversation flowed easily. Lord Manderly was an engaging host, regaling Jon with stories of his naval exploits and the history of House Manderly. The food was abundant and delicious, a testament to the Manderlys' famed culinary skills. Dishes included roasted meats, fresh seafood, and an assortment of pastries that left Jon thoroughly impressed.

During the meal, Jon took the opportunity to discuss his business ventures with the Manderlys. He explained his operations involving Northern Honey and the coffee, detailing the process and the partnerships he had established.

"Your work is truly remarkable," Ser Wylis said, leaning in with interest. "We've heard that the coffee you produce has become quite a delicacy in Braavos."

Jon nodded. "Yes, the Sealord has taken a keen interest in it. We're working on expanding our distribution further, which I believe will open up new markets."

Lady Bethany looked thoughtful. "I can see how such ventures could be beneficial for the North. It's wonderful to see our resources finding new uses and gaining recognition beyond our borders."

Jon appreciated the Manderlys' genuine interest. "Indeed. It's my hope that these efforts will not only bring prosperity but also strengthen our ties with other regions."

After dinner, Lord Manderly offered to show Jon the castle's gardens, a feature of the estate that was renowned for its beauty. The evening air was cool and refreshing as they strolled through the meticulously maintained grounds.

"These gardens are a labor of love," Lord Manderly said proudly. "Lady Bethany and I spend many hours here. It's a sanctuary of sorts, a place to unwind and enjoy the beauty of nature."

Jon admired the array of blooming flowers and neatly trimmed hedges. "It's truly impressive. The gardens are a testament to your family's dedication."

As they walked, the conversation turned to matters of mutual interest. Lord Manderly expressed his interest in exploring potential collaborations with Jon's business.

"I believe there are opportunities for us to work together," Lord Manderly suggested. "We could consider expanding the trade of Northern Honey and coffee, perhaps even exploring other products that might find a market here in White Harbor."

Jon's eyes brightened at the prospect. "I would welcome such discussions. It's always beneficial to forge new partnerships and explore ways to support each other's ventures."

As the evening drew to a close, Jon thanked the Manderlys for their hospitality. The night had been a pleasant and productive one, offering valuable insights and the potential for future collaborations."

Thank you again for the invitation, my lord," Jon said as he prepared to leave. "I've enjoyed the company and the opportunity to discuss our mutual interests."

"It was our pleasure, Jon," Lord Manderly replied warmly. "I look forward to continuing our discussions and exploring how we can work together to benefit both our houses."

Jon mounted his horse, ready to return to Winterfell with renewed enthusiasm. The evening at Manderly Castle had not only been a delightful experience but also a promising step toward expanding his business ventures. As he rode back through the gates of White Harbor, Jon felt optimistic about the future and the possibilities that lay ahead.

The North was changing, and Jon Snow was determined to be at the forefront of that change, forging new alliances and strengthening old ties in his quest for prosperity and growth.

Jon Snow leaned against the railing of the White Harbor docks, watching the bustling activity around him. It had been a week since he arrived in the city, and his time had been filled with meetings, business transactions, and visits to his warehouse. But now, there was a new sense of anticipation in the air. Today marked the arrival of Tai Lung, a good friend from the Empire of Yi Ti who had promised something that could transform the future of the North.

Tai Lung was a name spoken in reverence among those who knew of him. An influential figure from the eastern lands, he had forged a strong bond with Jon over the years. They met when Jon came first time to White Harbour to sell Northern Honey. Their friendship had been solidified through shared ventures and mutual respect. Tai Lung's visit was not just a friendly gesture; it held the promise of something monumental.

Jon had received a letter from Tai Lung a few weeks earlier, informing him of his arrival in White Harbor. The letter had been precise, detailing the exact time and place where Tai Lung's ship would dock. Jon had made arrangements to meet him and ensure everything was prepared for their discussion.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Jon's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a sleek, elegant ship. Its sails bore the distinctive emblem of the Empire of Yi Ti, a symbol that stirred a sense of excitement in Jon. The ship glided smoothly into the harbor, its crew expertly maneuvering it to a secure berth.

Jon's gaze fixed on the figure standing at the ship's bow, a tall man with a commanding presence. Tai Lung was unmistakable. Dressed in the traditional robes of Yi Ti, he exuded an air of confidence and authority. As the gangway was lowered, Tai Lung descended with the grace of a warrior.

"Jon Snow!" Tai Lung's voice carried across the dock, filled with warmth and enthusiasm. He extended his hand in greeting as he approached.

Jon grinned, shaking Tai Lung's hand firmly. "Tai Lung, it's good to see you again. I trust your journey was comfortable?"

Tai Lung's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Indeed, it was. The seas were calm, and the company pleasant. I must say, White Harbor looks as bustling and lively as ever."

Jon gestured toward the city. "Let's get you settled and then we can discuss what you've brought with you. I've arranged a private room at the inns nearby for you."

As they made their way through the crowded docks, Jon and Tai Lung caught up on recent events. Jon briefly explained his business ventures and the progress he had made since their last meeting, while Tai Lung shared updates on the latest developments in Yi Ti.