Wolf Or Dragon?

The Request

A/N: This work was inspired by verinaeliz be sure to check out their work as it deserves praise.

Cyrodiil, Imperial palace, Royal chambers.

Fredas, 13th of Evening Star, 4E 205.

4 years since the end of the Skyrim rebellion, 3 years since the end of the second great war.

Torrhen Stark, son of Cregan leaned against a wall as his mother and siblings sat around his father as he lay in bed. He had become ill less than a month ago and so far nothing has helped; Potions, spells, Titus Mede, Torrhen's grandfather and Emperor of Tamriel sent out riders to find the greatest healers throughout Tamriel even the Summerset Isle's were searched. One by one each and every healer failed to deliver, Many gave their condolences, some didn't care but more than half of them still expected payment.

Torrhen turns his attention to his family as his mother and siblings leave the room, his mother Arianna ordered the servants to follow them out. Leaving Torrhen and his father alone in the room, all is quiet with the exception of the occasional cough coming from Cregan.

"...Torrhen...come..." Said Cregan, his voice hoarse and weak.

Torrhen practically jumped to his father's bedside, sitting down on a chair as looked at his father's state. Less than a month ago they were in the yard training and now his father lays here awaiting death to take him. Cregan coughs once more, clearing his throat to speak clearly.

"Torrhen, my son... I have need of you..." He said, his voice clear but still weak.

"I'm here, Father. Tell me what I can do, I'll do anything." Torrhen says quickly, not even thinking about his words.

"...I need you...to take me home." Cregan says, staring at his son with a pleading gaze.

Torrhen looked at his father in confusion, what did he mean? He was home, with his wife and children. Torrhen leaned forward, placing a hand comfortingly on his father's forearm.

"Father, you ARE home, with mother, me, Lyanna, Rikard-"

"No...No, my son... Take me home, take me back...To Winterfell." Cregan manages to say before his eyes shut.

Torrhen goes wide eyed before checking to see if his father died to a small relief Cregan has appeared to have passed out, likely from all the stress and pain. He looks at his father once more, a look of determination on his face.

"...Winterfell it is. I will get you there Father, I promise."

A/N: I have been workshopping this for a while now. verinaeliz and their work, 'The Fourth Brother' is my inspiration and many of their works are a joy to read. I'm still writing these things on my phone, so don't expect much updates, anyways I hope this interests many fans of ASOIAF, Elder Scrolls and Game of Thrones.