Flight to the Riverlands

When dusk was finally approaching and the day had turned darker, Jon Snow had crossed an enormous distance. He had been exhilarated most of the way, as he had to admit that seldom had he felt more alive than when soaring majestically through the clouds. However, shortly crossing the Neck that divided the North from the Riverlands, he came across a sight that enraged him so much his own dragon started growling, setting as she slowed down the pace.

"The Twins," Jon muttered darkly as he glared at the fortressed crossing from above. "This is where the Red Wedding happened."

The Ice Dragon, perhaps responding to his state of mind, elected to fly higher so that she could hide within a cloud while giving him time to process his emotions. Jon caressed the scaled neck of his smart mount as he allowed the anger he had to bury while inside the Night's Watch rush back to the surface. Robb may have been his half-brother but he was also his best friend. He was a great man and would have made an even better king had his reign been longer. And he was slaughtered like an animal in an act of naked, shameless treachery.

His fury was then lessened as a sudden thought crossed his mind, however.

"It is said that those who break the guest rights, incur the wrath of the gods, old and new," Jon reminded himself. "And now that I have become a new god, I could be included in that list."

The ascended human thought about the ramifications of that long and hard, feeling extremely tempted to personally bring down the fury of the gods on House Frey and avenge Robb with one stroke. In the end, however, he decided he couldn't bring himself to do that. He knew for a fact that there were some Freys that were kept in the dark about the Red Wedding, not to mention all the women and children inside the Twins. Walder Frey and most of his men deserved fearsome punishment and Jon will make sure they get it one way or another but he vowed to himself that he won't execute the innocent along with the guilty in a moment of blind rage.

"I won't be that kind of god," He thought to himself with a nod. "Although..."

He stared at the river around the twin castles again and an idea came to him. Smirking, he focused on the new mental bond he forged with his she-dragon and feed the instructions to her. The Ice Dragon roared at that and descended immediately to the river. When she had sufficiently lowered herself she opened her ice blue maw and fired frost-flame at the water. Jon steadily guided her aim, writing down a message while guards at the walls of the keep shouted in terror. In under half a minute the pillars of ice were ready and Jon decided his work was done for now. Petting his mighty companion once more, he urged her to continue south and she took off like a lightning bolt, as swiftly as her powerful wings would carry them.

"Justice is coming for you, House Frey," Jon vowed to the wind. "But it will be on my terms. Make your peace with the gods you angered, while you still can."

Lord Walder Frey, the elderly ruler of the Twins and infamous Kingslayer approached the balcony of his Keep to stare at the water. His servants had assured him an Ice Dragon, of all things, had been sighted near the castle and started blasting the waterway with frost. He almost had them flogged for waking him up from his nap for such nonsense but the looks of absolute terror in the faces of his useless grandchildren made him pause.

Now, after looking down from the walls, he started to see why they looked so frightened. Walder swallowed heavily as he stared at the pillars of ice in the shape of letters and felt a large chill of fear run across his spine.

For the river on his domain had been carved with the words "THE NORTH REMEMBERS".