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Jaime’s POV
Everyone remains in awe of the dragons taking to flight and heading to where the survivors are. It looks like the Desert Fox was right about some people of the North are alive. My eyes begin to scan around the encampment, looking for Tyrion. Bronn immediately knows I am looking for him. We walk around to find Tyrion even with the disgusting looks given to me. Bronn chuckles for some reason that I look at him like he has gone mad.
“What are you laughing about?”
“I suddenly remember something your brother once said. He was asked how he would like to die. Tyrion told the man, ‘In my own bed at the age of eighty with a belly full of wine and a girl’s mouth around my cock.’ I doubt he will let a dead creature kill him. He will do everything he can to die that way. However I doubt he will make to the age of eighty with the amount of drinking he has done.”
“I would expect nothing else from my brother in how he wants to die. That is not a bad way to go.” I laugh in what Bronn says.
“One of the rare things we can agree on, Jaime fucking Lannister.” Bronn says while we chuckle in Tyrion’s words.
We know Tyrion would go out no other way than that; suddenly I am turned around by a masked fox and the Desert Fox we traveled with on the road. “Have you seen our leader, The Winter Fox?”
“I saw her before the charge on the army of the Dead. I have not seen her since.” I tell him wondering why they are even asking me.
“I saw her fighting against the Night King with the bastard King. The Night King was pinned just before that shit storm happened. After that, I have not seen her.” Bronn tells them.
The masked Foxes back away in worry that something has happened to her. The Desert Fox starts pacing back and forth, thinking. Bronn glances at me wondering what has them so worried about her. Bronn steps forward to the Desert Fox pacing endlessly.
“You told informed me on the road that you were the fourth best killer in the world. I am assuming the Night King takes first. Who are the second and third best killers in the world?”
“The Winter Fox is second. The third is best for you not to know until my leader says otherwise. And we know the Winter Fox is not dead. We are worried that something far worse has happened to her.” The Desert Fox tells Bronn.
“What could be worse than death?” I ask them.
“You saw the dead dragon, Viserion. He will use that poor dragon until there is nothing left to use. There are worse fates than death. The Winter Fox experienced that more than anyone alive.” The Desert Fox replies to me in anger.
“Should the horn be used?” The other fox asks the Desert Fox.
The Desert Fox looks at his fellow masked warrior. Bronn and I exchange looks for a moment, curious in what horn they are talking about. The Desert Fox remains silent but shakes his head yes. The other fox walks away to grab whatever this horn is.
“Who is he?” Bronn questions the Desert Fox.
“He is the Monsoon Fox and a fellow warrior brother.” The Desert Fox answers Bronn as the Monsoon Fox comes back with a medium size black leather designed box.
He opens it to reveal what looks like a Valyrian steel horn with a wolf howling at a full moon embedded into the steel. It is large enough for the Desert Fox to wrap both of his hands around the handle of the horn. I wonder how loud this horn must be so Bronn and I take a few steps away. The Desert Fox looks around to make sure the Winter Fox will not arrive at any moment.
The Desert Fox takes a deep breath then lifts up his full headed mask enough to place his lips on the mouthpiece. He blows into this strange horn. I expected the horn to be ear piercing loud; instead it is a pleasant loud, almost like a dog or wolf howling for a signal. The howling horn sound echoes throughout all of the woods and the torn apart frozen wasteland. All in the encampment dart their attention to the sound of the horn wondering what the use of the horn is. He blows the horn two more times and finishes.
The sound of the horn echoes through the land until it stops. We look around in curiosity as whispers are going through the camp. Everyone stares around as if to await a return signal of some kind. There is nothing yet. Several more masked foxes ride over on their horses ready to do a search for their leader. The Desert and Monsoon Foxes walk over to a fresh set of horses ready to go. They mount up with over two hundred masked riders waiting for their orders in the search.
The Desert Fox’s horse snorts hot breath just before they are all mounted up. They split into three groups, search parties. “Monsoon Fox, take your party to the remains of Winterfell. I will lead the search through the frozen wasteland.”
“I will have my party search for her in the woods nearby. There is a chance she went into the other tunnels until it is safe to come out like the survivors of the North are doing.” A rider says when riding up on an armored chestnut horse.
“Yes, Ophidian Fox.” The Desert Fox responds to this rider.
Suddenly Ophidian Fox looks right at me saying, “As I live and breathe to see Jaime fucking Lannister. I am surprised no one has tried to stab you in the back yet.”
“Give it time, sister.” The Desert Fox responds to her.
I see the rider is fully masked and she knows me but I do not know her. I see she is armored up along with knives and spears like every other masked fox. Then I see coat of her horse that could pass off for the color red. The Ophidian Fox is wearing armor with designs of a snake in the mixed colors or orange, red and gold. It is almost like she is from Dorne, possibly a bastard child of House Martell in the colors she is wearing.
“Bronn, do you see what I see?”
“I do…” Bronn says like he is putting it together like I am.
“I can see by your open mouths that you have questions which will have to wait.” The Ophidian Fox says as she turns her horse around to ride off with her search group. They ride away, heading toward their targets.
Out of nowhere, an unexpected, shrilling shriek spread through all of the woods causing everyone to scream in reaction to the shrieking. Bronn screams then it hits me. I scream in the burning sensation of the shrieking to my ears. I cover our ears in the supremely distorted, unsettling screech causing the burning sensation to piercing pressure.
My entire body covered goosebumps, spreading through that makes my body shake. I cry out when I look around to see everyone is affected by this unnatural sound except the Foxes of the Sunset Sea.
I watch the three parties stop their horses in rearing up, turning around to land on all fours. All of them take off into one large cavalry charge in the direction of the horrible sound. The sound goes off three times just like they did with the horn. I fall to my knees and bury my head onto the snowy ground in agony, feeling blood come from my ears.
Finally, the shrill howling stops like it never uttered through the air. I cry out in relief that the pain is gone. I slowly lift my head to see the relief on everyone’s face. There is a rushing freedom that the unnatural shrill stopped. I manage to get to my feet in feeling the blood already drying up in my ears. Bronn forces himself up and forward to the nearest horses to be ridden.
“Where are you going?” I groan to him.
“Whatever is happening, I am not going to miss it. Are you coming or what?” Bronn grabs two horses for us.
I know I do not want to be within eyesight of Daenerys when she returns so anywhere is better than near the Mad King’s daughter. We mount up and ride after the Foxes of the Sunset Sea. We are behind however we can still see them ahead. Each of them rides together as one in speed and stamina while their weapons are at the ready.
They divide down into two lines to make a pathway as the sound of many are heading this way. It almost sounds like a stampede. It is mixed of horses running; large stomping that causes the earth to shake with each stomp. It is all in the same direction of the snowy fog ahead of us. Everyone quickly gets into a formation line on either side as if to make a pathway to control the stampede heading this way.
Bronn and I immediately do the same to get into one of the lines and stop. My mouth drops when I see the snowy fog broken through by many animals and people all move quickly in an uncontrolled way. And they are all coming in the same direction at the same time. They are all running in fear, surging beyond the capacity of woods around.
I can feel the frenzied rush of frightened people and animals when they run into the line formation which helps to control rather than trying to push against one another running to safety. I see men of Westeros, Golden Company, and men from across the Narrow Sea running like their asses are on fire.
Then breaking through the snowy fog is in injured war elephant crying out as it charges past us. The eyes of the elephant are filled with fear as horses with no riders are right behind the elephant. I freeze when I see what looks like several child covered in mud and parts of forest as their clothing rather than what other people wear. I do not know what or who they are but they even have fear in their dark eyes.
They are crying in terror, running toward the encampment. The snow storm has passed so what is making all of them run like the Dead is still after them? I begin to feel the fear as more run in our direction. Bronn and I watch the animals and people running down between the two lines when the Foxes start screaming one name together.
“Winter Fox! Run, Winter Fox!!”
My eyes go down the line to see that Winter Fox riding her black horse hard to get to her fellow Foxes but my entire life is blown away at something running right next to the Winter Fox. My eyes cannot believe what I am seeing; a lion! And not a golden lion, a jet black lion!
This lion is terrifying and majestic in how he runs especially in how he keeps his head so still with eyes on the prize to safety. I realize that was the animal I saw in the covered wagon on the way to Winterfell. I take in every movement of the powerful forelegs ensuring the burst running next to the black horse is something else. Bronn looks like he shit his pants again at the sight of the black lion.
I always imagined a lion to run faster than a horse until I see one of his back paws injured; making the lion unable to run its full speed. But the lion continues onward with one of the loudest roars to come out of its sharp teeth mouth. The roar is loud with a bit of a low-pitch that causes for those ahead to run faster. The lion roar sending shivers through my body that I cannot help but to smile. This roar is the kind that could be heard from three miles away or more.
I wonder what my father would have thought at the sight of this Lion. I do not believe he has ever seen a true living lion himself since our family has not had one in a long time, possibly since the Dance of Dragons. They are getting closer as we all notice something is running a few feet behind them.
It is a creature larger than the lion. And it is no lion, bear, stag or undead man or woman in the army of the Dead. This is a sickening, demonic beast of the animal of House Stark. It is a direwolf charging like it is the King of beasts. The piercing blue eyes’ of the wolf cutting through the dark night with its black teeth ready to sink into its prey. Bronn and I yell out when we see what looks like big spiders behind the demonic beast. It is ice spiders from the stories of the Long Night. They are crawling so fast that it makes me feel like spiders are crawling all over me in just watching them move. They are as big as hounds and gaining on them. The Winter Fox and black lion do not have the stamina to out run those things.
“Run! Come on! Faster!” All of the Foxes were shouting for their leader and the lion to get closer to safety. Half of the Foxes aim their arrows, ready to unleash a volley of arrows on them.
“Fire!”
The arrows are released in one go. The arrows fly through the cold winter air and each one piercing the spiders. They continue striking down the spiders with their arrows except the demonic beast is within jumping distance of the lion and Winter Fox. None of this will do any good since they will not make it if nothing is done to hold off the wolf from them.
Without even a thought to myself, I ride out of the line. Bronn shouts at me but I go ahead of the lines, riding closer to where the dead wolf can see me. Bronn yells at me, “What are you doing?!”
I stop the horse a few feet away from them running, not sure what I am going to do next as I scream at them, “Come on!!”
The dead wolf continues to charge at them until I draw my sword and the Valyrian steel rings, drawing its attention to me. The wolf immediately turns and runs right toward me. I have come to realize that I have its attention but I have no idea what to do next except to fucking run.
“Oh shit!!!”
I urge the horse away and the horse does not hesitate to run as fast as possible away from the demonic wolf. I hang on for my life while the beast is closing in on us. The charging beast breaks through the snowy fog of the woods behind me just inches away with a few ice spiders surrounding us.
Suddenly, a strange sound fills the air causing the dead creatures to come to an immediate halt. I continue forward but the ice spiders and dead beast have stopped chasing me. Each one turns and runs back into the forest, disappearing into the snow fog just as the army of the Dead did earlier. I shudder in the fact that this could be a trick for it to attack again when my guard is down.
I turn the horse around to regroup with the others. They look around not surprised in what happened however I am relieved yet bewildered as I get my breath back. Bronn shakes his head to me in what I did although several masked Foxes bow their heads to me to show their respect in what I did. The Desert, Monsoon and Ophidian Foxes walk their horses up to mine and extend their gloved hands out to me.
I sheath my sword and shake their hands one by one. I feel like the life is scared out of me in what I saw but that stops when I see their leader, the Winter Fox ride up on her black horse right next to me. She stares me down for a moment with utter silence all around at the moment.
“That was reckless and stupid in what you did, completely out of your mind but you distracted it long enough before they were called back. Your father, Tywin would have looked down on you for that however I will not. Thank you, Ser Jaime.”
She extends her gloved hand out to me. I’m shaken in her words when I slowly grip her gloved hand. We shake for a moment before the sound of someone dropping to the ground gets our attention. It is the lion that drops to the ground. Everyone immediately circles around the lion to tend to its wounds. The lion is covered in deep claws and teeth marks from its battles including a chuck of its shoulder ripped open in parts the armor did not cover.
I see the care given to this one animal. Bronn and I knew they were treating him like one of their own. I dismount and walk over to see enough of this mighty lion. This lion is not a gold lion like the symbol of House Lannister but a strong lion all the same. I place my hand over the lion sigil on my armor in amazement.
“I told you this one would grow on you once you see him fully. Jaime Lannister, this is Aker. Also known as the Prideful Protector.” The Desert Fox says to me.
The lion is taking deep breathes and completely drained of its energy to fight for now. The lion gives a sort of growl when I get closer and kneel down. I cannot believe this is real but it is all real. I let out a small chuckle when the Desert Fox grabs my one good hand, gently placing it onto the neck of Aker. My mouth lightly drops in feeling like a little boy again in the stories about lions.
I know that House Lannister held few lions at Casterly Rock or roaming the wild in the Westerlands before The Dance of Dragons. And after that, lions were hunted down to extinction. However one famously attacked Lord Tytos Lannister, my grandfather but even in those days, Lions were considered rare especially now.
They give Aker several mixed liquids with herbs to drink to possibly help with the pain while keeping his wounds from getting infected and cleaned. Aker is surprisingly calm the entire time his wounds are being treated with remedies I’ve never seen before. It shows they possibly had him since he was a cub in order to build trust like with horses, dogs even the direwolves for Starks, the Targaryens did with some of their dragons according to histories.
Aker gently moves his head to look right at me. I shudder in his sharp color eyes staring at me. I slowly move my hand to be closer to his face. He gives a light growl as I do when they say he is ready to go. I step away knowing they are transporting him to the encampment when a wagon of sorts is brought forward. They count to three and get the lion onto a large sort of built palanquin. It is a four wheeled wagon as two riders uses hooks to latch the palanquin to their saddles to be like a carriage for the lion.
The masked foxes stand to their feet filled with worry for Aker. I imagine he is safe but a long road to recover from his wounds. We mount up on their horses as Bronn taps his hand on my shoulder. He is as stunned as I am from seeing a lion with his own eyes.
“I saw Aker fight against that dead wolf in Winterfell. It was unlike anything I have ever seen. He fights with no honor, no rules as a man or lion should.” Bronn says to me.
“I never thought I would see a lion in my lifetime. That was something else entirely.” I respond back to him.
“It certainly is. You should change the Lannister gold lion to a black lion if you and Tyrion make it out alive from all this.”
I cannot resist in thinking that maybe it should be changed. A new start for House Lannister once all of this is over could be exactly what is needed. Bronn and I are about to ride off but we see the main Foxes we know to be chatting with one another but stop when they see us.
“We will be along shortly. Go ahead, Ser Bronn and Ser Jaime.” The Winter Fox tells us then bows her head to us.
I felt a sense of pride come over us when she did so. And by the look on Bronn’s face, he felt the same way. We ride on to catch up with the others to lead the remaining survivors to the safe encampment. I do wonder where Tyrion is through all of this since I have yet to see him. I truly hope he is alright and I strangely cannot wait to tell him about the lion, Aker the Prideful Protector.
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Lyanna’s POV
The cold creeps in more, staying deep below the Wolf Woods when suddenly we hear a massive thud from above. We remain quiet in the fear that it is the dead or that dead dragon hunting for us. Ser Davos and I keep our arms around a little girl and boy in the hopes they will remain quiet. However every masked Fox lifts their head for some reason, looking at the door.
Then we all do when a sound is coming from the other side of the door. I cover my mouth that the doors are opening. All of us remain quiet while the sound of the door cracking up in the mechanics operating like they do when the handle is used to open. Ser Davos and Samwell Tarly stand to their feet when the doors is done opening.
I stand to my feet but use my hands to let everyone know to remain quiet and not to move unless I tell them otherwise. The masked Foxes grab and ready their weapons if it is the Dead on the other side. They walk forward as silently as possible when there are three dark figures standing on the other side.
We cannot see clearly until a gloved hand comes out to me and a voice I never expected to hear says, “And yet here I stand.”
“Cousin!” I let out in relief.
Several cry out in relief when we realize it is the very last people in the world we expected to be here, the Dragon Queen, Jorah Mormont and King Jon came here to save us. I am filled with unexplained relief that we are being rescued that I give a joyous sob that we are saved. And if Queen Daenerys is here with King Jon, that must mean good news for the living.
“Are you alright to walk?” My cousin, Jorah asks me.
“I am alright to walk. Carry one that needs it more.” I say to him.
Jorah does not hesitate to pick up a young boy that is crying and carries him out of the tunnel saying a few times. “You are safe now. It’s alright. We got you.”
The boy buries his face into his chest to get any warmth he can while Jon and Queen Daenerys help to get the other survivors out. Ser Davos offers to help me but I refuse to be carried out. I want to walk out with pride that we are still here. Ser Davos gives a small smile and helps another child. We walk out together to see some form of light coming out the end of the tunnel.
I close my eyes to see the light of the snow that we can fully see all around. The woods are still covered in deep snow. However we are stunned to find the two remaining living dragons. The dragons look to us and know we are not a threat. The larger dragon gives a sort of comforting growl to us when Jorah turns around to find Daenerys carrying a little girl and boy in her arms while King Jon is doing the same.
Some of the children give out cries in fear of the dragons but Davos tells the children that these dragons are good and here to help. Ser Davos is a good man and appears to have a heart of a true North man in helping us when he did not have to.
The dragon lower their bodies to the ground with their wings tucked in, ready for Queen Daenerys and Jon get on their backs. The children are terrified until Queen Daenerys tells all of them, “I know they are terrifying and large. But once they were the size of cats that could sit on my shoulders. Drogon would always be on my left shoulder and Rhaegal on my right shoulder. They are still the same as they were, just bigger. They give affection to their friends. Jorah Mormont and King Jon are their friends. And they show their flames to their enemies.”
“And the dead are their enemies?” One child asks her.
“Yes, the dead are their enemies. All of you can be their friends if you want to and if you become their friends, you will get to fly with me on their back…” Queen Daenerys says with a little smile on her face.
All of the children gasp in the idea of being able to ride a dragon with her. She stands to her feet and extends her hand out to the first child willing to take her hand. They are nervous to do so until the little boy that the Winter Fox helped takes her hand first, ready to fly out of here.
“King Jon, mount up then allow others to come up. The dragons will allow others as long as we are on their backs. Jorah, could you please help the children up?”
Jorah nods his head and goes next to the largest dragon that Queen Daenerys rides. King Jon goes over to the dragon, Rhaegal. Daenerys takes the first step onto the dragon and climbs her way up to his upper back. Jorah helps to boy up and he is nervous but makes his way up and sits behind Daenerys. He wraps his arms tight around her. Daenerys places her hands on his to comfort any fear he has to be on the back of a dragon.
The children are ready to fly out of here however the other survivors are not ready to go on a dragon. No one wants to get anywhere closer to the Dragons than they already are. They still fear Queen Daenerys Targaryen and her dragons. But they need to put that fear aside if they want to get out of here the quickest way possible.
“Come on unless you want to stay here and freeze to death.” I tell everyone.
Suddenly one of the foxes on their horse rides up from the tunnel shouting, “Fly, Dragon Queennnnnnn!”
The Fox rider gallops away from us and into the frozen wasteland from something when another rider comes up from the tunnel shouting, “Everyone should really really fly right now!”
The Foxes of the Sunset Sea follow their fellow warriors in running across the frozen wasteland since none of the horses will be able to ride on the back of a dragon. And their reactions means something awful is heading this way from the tunnel.
All eyes go to the tunnel in feeling this twisted smell fills the air. Then an awful stench is overcome with growling deep within the tunnel that makes all of us freezes in fear. It can only be one thing; the dead has risen from the crypts of Winterfell broke through the other side, making their way right to us.
Jorah immediately grabs and tosses me onto the largest dragon. No one hesitates to do the same while Jorah and Davos help all of the children up one by one. King Jon ensures everyone is ready on the back of his dragon. Jorah helps the last child up. Then before anything else happens, Jorah runs over to where the strange door handle is and starts to turn it in order to close the doors.
I look back to see everyone is divided evenly across the back of the dragon, holding onto one another. While some grab a hold of anything they can before the dragon takes to flight. But there is another man still on the ground and not on the back of the dragon. It is Samwell Tarly and it looks like he would rather die than fly with Queen Daenerys.
“Sam, get on!” Jon yells at him.
Sam turns around, going back for Jorah. The woman, Gilly cries out for Sam to come back but he reaches Jorah. Jorah finishes turning the knob as the growling gets loader. The door begins to make noises in closing however it is not closing fast enough. Jorah grabs Sam, running as fast as possible to the dragons. Sam manages to get himself up onto Jon’s dragon while Jorah jumps onto Daenerys’s dragon.
Queen Daenerys and King Jon lean forward, letting the dragons know to take flight. The dragons bend their long neck up when their tucked in wings extend out, flapping hard right when the Dead reach the tunnel doors halfway closed. The dead pour through; doing everything they can escape the tunnel. However the doors begin crushing the dead that attempt to crawl out.
The wights screech when their bodies are smashed like a grape from the doors by the sound of bones snapping and flesh smashing together while the other half is trapped in the tunnel that remains intact. The wights that managed to escape the tunnel come charging at us with the urge to rip us apart. I’m in shock to see one dead man specifically wearing what looks like old House Stark armor and clothing.
It is older than I have ever seen and I am surprised how well the body is intact with just some skin keeping the bones together to be a dead Wight like the others. I wonder if this was once one of the Kings of the North before the Targaryens ever came to Westeros; the once body of an old king in the north unleashes out an unsettling noise as the dragons lift off the ground.
They lift into the cold air before any of the dead could grab a hold. The dragons roar in climbing higher and higher into the skies. I look down to see we are away from the old kings of the North turned into wights. We are saved once again by the dragons and by Queen Daenerys. We should have rightfully given the respect and trust to her when she first arrived.
My thoughts stop when I truly see how far we are from the ground that I hang on for dear life, closing my eyes feeling my stomach turn from looking down. I listen to the sound of the leathery wings flap up and down while some of the kids are screaming on a dragon flying. I feel the wind blowing all around me until the wind becomes softer than it was before. And the screaming of the children stops. I wonder what is happening but I do not want to open my eyes in still feeling sick at this height.
Then I hear Jorah tell me, “Open your eyes, cousin. Not many will get to witness this.”
I slowly open my eyes as they adjust to what is all around me. My mouth opens in wonder and awe of being in the sky with no snow storm around. The night sky is so clear and beautiful with the near Full moon shines all around us with a blanket of stars upon all of the north.
I cannot help but realize when I am up here on the back of an actual dragon I do not feel the cold. I almost feel free like I have never felt before and probably never will again. My eyes look back to see the young boys and girls are filled with the same wonder and awe. Jorah himself is amazed even though he has spent years with the dragons.
The dragons appear to slowly soar through the sky for a reason. Then my eyes go to Daenerys who is sitting up in her seat and she has a look of sorrow on her face. A look I never thought I would ever see on a powerful woman’s face. She has a few tears in her eyes then she leans her head back, taking in this flight like it will be the last peaceful flight she will have in her life.
The dragon’s wings flap to carry us a bit higher in the clear night sky. My eyes finally look down to see what remains of Winterfell. And Winterfell is in ruin with large spikes of ice uprooting the land all around. That must have been what torn through the tunnel and crypts of Winterfell earlier.
The Night King hit all of the Northern Houses before Winterfell. What if Bear Island, my ancestral family home is no more like Winterfell? I know the Foxes of the Sunset Sea mentioned that the Dead cannot swim. What if the Dead somehow got it my home all the same? I imagine it is destroyed or complete covered in snow as the land and nature is silent as a crypt being the controlled by the Dead.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn to see it is Jorah. I exhale in being taken out of my thoughts. I do not need to be thinking about home right now. It will only make my state of mind worse doing so. Then my attention is drawn by bright orange flames near the King’s Road to show massive armies upon armies from all houses of Westeros that came to fight against the Dead.
I see Houses of the West, East and South including others I am not familiar with. They could possibly be armies that Daenerys Targaryen summoned from across the Narrow Sea. I did not think I could be anymore shocked however I am to see this with my own eyes is something else. There is no other way to explain it than they must have come here because of Queen Daenerys telling them about the Army of the Dead.
Everyone else sees it with their eyes and this is what the army of the living is supposed to be. Daenerys Targaryen made it happen as my eyes go to her. She is so much more than the Daughter of the Mad King. She saved what is left of the North from the Dead. She did the impossible.
I see how the land of the North looks and realized with the skies clear, it makes me wonder if it is over with the Dead. But I have a feeling it is not over when the dragon gets closer to the ground near the army of the living. Daenerys recollects herself when the dragon starts to flap his wings to slow down his landing to the ground. Jorah tells us to hang on for the landing and we do so.
I grip harder when his feet land on the ground. The landing is softer than I was expecting it to be. Some of the boys and girls cried out a moment when he landed. Drogon lowers his body and lies on the ground with his wings tucked in. Queen Daenerys tells us to go off one by one. Jorah goes off first and starts helping all of the children to the ground.
I slowly walk down the dragon and jump, landing on the snowy ground to see hundreds of thousands here, witnessing what survivors of the North are left. We are immediately brought blankets, food and water and showing where the tents are so we can get warmed up. The dragon releases an exhale when Queen Daenerys slides right off his back and lands on her feet like she has done this all her life.
Queen Daenerys goes to the front of her dragon petting him, showing her love for this mighty beast. The words she said about the dragons showing affection for their friends is true. But her bond with the dragon is truly like the bond between a mother and child. Daenerys smiles to him while he lightly nudges his jaw to her.
I notice Jorah and several others are watching her in amazement. I go over to stand next to Jorah, telling him in all honesty, “Jorah, you were right. We all misjudged her. She has House Mormont’s full support and trust.”
Jorah shakes his head in agreement and leaves without saying another word. I turn around to see Ser Davos comes up with a blanket for me. I take off his cloak and give him his cloak in exchange for the blanket. I wrap my entire body in the blanket while Ser Davos puts his cloak back on.
“There is a tent over there with a warm fire going inside. Please go in, Lady Mormont. I’ll find some food.” He points to the tent.
“You should do the same, Ser Davos.” I tell him before walking away.
I stop when I see men and women reunited with their loved ones. A mother and father cry out with their arms out for their child. Their little girl and boy jump into their arms in joy in their reunion. The mother cries in happiness holding her children, “Oh my little snowflakes!”
I give a small smile that some families are together, not torn apart unlike others. But then the other boys and girls with no families are with the Foxes of the Sunset Sea warm them up with blankets, giving them food and water. Some of them are comforting children who lost all of their loved ones.
The Foxes are giving them the warmth, food and care that they hardly had with their parents. I imagine living in Winterfell when the Boltons took over after the Red Wedding was gutting with their struggle to get any good kind of food or comfort. I see the Foxes bring their horses to help ease them into the new life they have, letting them feed the horses as well.
Then quietness fills the area when Daenerys comes over to help hand out blankets and food to any survivors. I watch her and she is showing nothing but genuine care. It is not because she has to but she wants to. She grabs a few more blankets to pass them around. One Northern woman refuses a blanket from her. Daenerys puts the blanket next to the woman and goes on to hand out more blankets. The woman is stubborn to use the blanket given so I walk over to her in anger.
“Use the blanket or freeze to death in stubbornness.” I tell her without hesitation.
The woman filled with stubbornness uses the blanket after my words hit her. I hear a slight chuckle behind me. I turn to see it is Jorah knowing I would say something like that. Ser Davos comes over to me with what food he could find. He hands me an apple and a cup of fresh water to drink. Jorah walks over to help others.
I hear the sound of another dragon landing which means it must be Jon with his dragon. I keep the blanket on me while I grab some bread to eat. I stand at the entrance of the tent when the arrival of hundred of animals including a war elephant with riders approaching the camp. The animals are lead to a temporary fenced in area for the horses. The war elephant is approached by men of the Golden Company who care and handle them as part of their war company.
There are over a hundred riders dismounting including Freefolk and Children of the Forest. The men and women came here to the North to fight together against the Dead, putting aside their differences is beyond prayers answered. All of this is amazing until I see a man I heard stories about while others know his face the moment he rides into the camp.
It is Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer which is not going to go over well right when Queen Daenerys catches him in her eye sight. Queen Daenerys is standing no more than a few feet away from Jaime Lannister, the man who stabbed the Mad King, her father in the back and next to him is a man with dark brown hair that appears to be good friends or warriors to one another.
“Oh shit...” I whisper in dread of what is about to happen.
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Daenerys’s POV
Jorah and I hand out a few blankets when more riders and animals show up to the encampment. It means more remain alive rather than with the Dead. I do wonder when Foxes that rode out from the tunnel will be here. I imagine they will want some rest and food when they arrive. I extend my hand out as Jorah is supposed to hand another blanket to me but he has not. I look to him when his attention is on someone that rode in.
I turn to see and I freeze at the sight of Jaime Lannister and Ser Bronn of the Blackwater. They dismount from their horses and stop when their eyes see me. I stare right at them and everyone around us can see what is about to happen.
I take a step forward but Jorah stands in front of me.
“Khalessi, don’t do this here.” Jorah tells me in a soft manner since everyone is listening.
“Give me a minute.” I manage to say without any kind of rage in my voice.
Jorah knows that nothing will stop this from happening so he nods his head. I walk past Jorah and right up to these two, the man who killed my father on the steps of the Iron Throne. And the other who shot my child out of the sky when facing the Lannister army. I’m half a foot away as Jaime Lannister has some trouble looking at me while the other man, Bronn has no trouble looking at me.
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Jaime’s POV
I look at the Mad King’s daughter but this time up close and personal compared to on the battlefield or after she saved us. She looks nothing like her father in her face. She takes more after her mother which is a good thing I suppose. But I can see her mad father in the eyes as they stare me down just as her dragon is above her head ready to burn me to bone and ash.
Bronn tries to slowly back away but she tells him, “Not so fast. I know you were the one who shot my dragon. Don’t move or my dragon will have you for his next meal.”
Bronn briefly looks at me while Daenerys and her beast stares us down like a predator studying its next meal. Every single man and woman in the armies surrounding us is watching in wondering of what is about to happen to us.
“I understand that your sister, Cersei Lannister lied to us and never called for her army to face the Dead like all the houses here now. And instead the two of you joining her, you brought what men you could to help. I’ll admit I was surprised to learn this. In light of that, let me explain why I am allowing you to draw your next breathe is because we need every man we can get to fight the dead.”
“And your brother, Tyrion who is my hand begged me not to end both of you; Those are the only two reasons I’m allowing you live now. I want you to remember that the daughter of the man you murdered and watched as his blood dried on the floor before the Iron Throne is because I am allowing it. As for you, Bronn, the man shot my dragon with the intention to kill him, Tyrion said you were a good fighter and Tyrion made a deal with you long ago. He has a deal for you if we survive the dead. He wants you to hear it. So do not make me regret my decision. Do you understand, Jaime fucking Lannister and Bronn Blackwater?” Daenerys says in a cold voice that sends chills through my body exact like I felt when first seeing a dragon flying right toward the Lannister army.
Bronn and I do not say anything while our tongues have no power to even speak to her with her dragon barely a foot above our heads. I take a step back in terror when Daenerys gets face to face with us growling. “Do you understand?”
We manage to shake our heads yes then I struggle out the words, “Yes, I understand.”
She studies me and Bronn for a few moments then slowly backs away without turning her back to us. I can see that she thinks that I will try to attack her if her back is turned. Her dragon lowers his head to our level to stare right at us with his fire filled eyes. I fall to the ground when his jaws open wide, roaring. It causes Bronn to fall to the ground as well. The dragon roars in our faces that his awful meat smelling breath makes my hair fly back like the wind is blowing at ours face.
We expect to meet death right now but the dragon stops roaring its awful breathe in our face. The dragon stares right at us baring its large fangs. The Dragon Queen is right; Bronn and I would be the next meal in the beast’s mouth if it were to eat me and Bronn. Instead the dragon snorts in our faces that the snot from its nose spreads over our bodies. I gag in the smell and slimness of its snot covering my body when the dragon moves his long neck and head away of us.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk5s7F5ZkZM
The encampment of men, women and children laugh in what the dragon did to us. Bronn looks at me like he is about to murder me himself before the dragon ever could. However he won’t; he told me himself that a dragon doesn’t get to kill me nor getting myself killed; only he gets to kill me until he gets what he wants. I know that he will keep his word while we both remain alive.
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