The more she heard about Jon Snow from Ser Davos, the more she did not know what to think. A bastard declining legitimisation and the chance to become the Lord of Winterfell. Ancient horrors from the far north stirring. The second coming of the Long Night. Jon Snow, the one who saved thousands of wildlings from the dead at Hardhome, slaying a White Walker in single combat in the process. Jon Snow died, betrayed by his men, and raised unburned and alive from his funeral pyre with three dragons and his sister in his hands. The man who gained the respect and support of the unruly wildlings and giants. She was unsure if she had gone crazy or if the world had. Or this was the advent of the new age of heroes, where ancient evils walked the land, and mighty heroes rose to challenge them and do great deeds.