[Chapter Size: 2100 Words.]
Third Person POV.
Westeros.
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The eting continued for a few more hours while Jon asked questions and gave orders about the camp, so of which were to be executed while he was away.
In the end, he returned to the tent with Val, asking the leaders to inform their tribes that he would be away. This would make his free folk a little restless, but it wasn't the first ti he had left. He only asked that they wait for him, as once he returned, he would begin the final stage to invade the Wall.
The next day, Jon was organizing a few things, mainly with Mag and the other giants, while they handled the logistics of the mining veins he had discovered. They were bringing more iron ore for the free folk to refine before passing it on to the forges.
Besides teaching the free folk how to work with the forges, he used transmutation on many of the bronze weapons, turning them into steel, a few hours every day. The number of weapons was already quite sufficient to start the war against the south. Much better than the bone or bronze weapons they had before.
"Jon." Mance called him at that mont while he was talking to the giants.
"Mance, are they ready?" Jon turned to the man.
"Yes. We gathered everyone as you asked." He said.
"Great, let's see. Mag, keep up the work while I'm gone." Jon told the giant in front of the others.
"Snow." He affird.
After that, Jon followed Mance to the center of the camp as they moved to the other end, where a large open area ford, with thousands of n and won wielding swords and shields.
All of them were still wearing free folk clothing—after all, there was no better attire in this cold—while they stood in line, one beside the other.
Tormund and a few leaders were watching the lined-up n. Jon arrived with Tormund, nodded to everyone, then took a step forward, looking at the group, fixing his gaze.
"As you all know..." Jon began, his voice echoing throughout the open space. "I will be heading south in a few hours and will be there for so ti. Maybe a moon, maybe two. Soon, I will return and, like an eagle, I will always have my eyes on the camp, watching through the eyes of my wolves that will remain here.
Because of that, I will be present in case of an ergency. And in the anti, I expect you all to keep training and maintaining discipline. When we begin our march south, we will bleed that land as we conquer everything and everyone. Are we understood?"
The army's response ca imdiately. The warriors banged their swords against their shields, and the echo quickly spread through the area. There were at least thirty thousand soldiers there, all prepared. Jon nodded, satisfied. This was the result of a year of training. And, with more ti, this force could reach eighty thousand n and won of the free folk when the right mont arrived. Those who did not march would serve to maintain the camp's and the people's security.
"Great. Now continue training!" Jon ordered before turning back to the other leaders. "I leave things in your hands."
Tormund nodded, continuing to shout orders to align the groups and train them, while Mance accompanied Jon back to the camp.
"How is your son?" Mance asked as they walked together. It had been a year since Jon had taken over as King Beyond the Wall... so Mance's son had already been born.
Jon had to help with the birth, as she would have died if he hadn't summoned a Springer that healed her in ti.
"He's well. Growing strong." Mance replied, then turned back to the dragonborn. "And you? I thought you would have a son or daughter by now, considering how many spearwives you have at the sa ti." He comnted, since he hadn't been involved in that.
"And not for lack of trying on their part, but I'm being careful to make sure that doesn't happen here. After all, it's dangerous even for them to be pregnant now. I'll change my mind as soon as we conquer Winterfell—then they'll be safe behind a castle." Jon said as they walked.
"I see..." Mance couldn't disagree with his reasoning.
"Anyway, let's go," Jon said, ending the conversation.
They continued walking through the camp, passing through various sectors that Jon had organized while he arranged so final details for Mance to take over. From the forge and the army to logistics and security, including the watch and the scouts.
They arrived at a tent near Jon's own, where there were several weapon tips and arrows made of dragonglass. This valuable information had co from Leaf, as White Walkers and their army could be killed with these items.
After learning this, Jon began scanning the area near the camp, using clairvoyance to search for more dragonglass, and ended up discovering several hidden caches, apparently used by the Children of the Forest themselves. However, the total found did not exceed two hundred pieces, including daggers, spears, and arrows—the latter being the most nurous, but still insufficient to equip the entire Free Folk army.
"It's a sha we don't have enough for everyone..." Mance murmured, observing the material.
Jon couldn't help but agree. He wouldn't have ti to craft more on his own. Despite being extrely busy over the past year, he had still managed to create hundreds of these weapons, but equipping a hundred thousand warriors was out of reach, at least for now.
"It's fine. We'll solve this in the South... if they don't show up first," Jon murmured, crossing his arms.
He already knew he would need to be in volcanic areas, like Skagos or even Dragonstone, to extract and forge more weapons from this material. At the sa ti, he couldn't create them through transmutation while also transforming bronze into iron. After all, the latter was more important, so he had prioritized that.
Afterward, they passed through the sacred area of the camp, where they found the Children of the Forest along with the Forest Witch, Ilyana, whom Jon knew very well.
"I see you're leaving, then," the woman murmured upon seeing him next to Mance, as he approached with a distant look at the sacred tree, saying nothing. After all, those were not his gods.
"Yes. I'll be away for so ti. I hope you take care of things," Jon said, while the woman nodded.
"Yes, and I am sure the gods will guide you."
Even though Jon almost rolled his eyes, he remained neutral about her words, not mocking her beliefs.
"Until later."
With a brief farewell nod, Jon left with Mance.
"Well, I'm off. I guess this is goodbye," Mance said, knowing they would be apart for a while from this mont on.
"Yes, but we'll see each other soon. Take care of things here, okay?" Jon said, flashing a smile at the man, who nodded.
After that, they each went their separate ways.
Jon returned to his tent and found Lafy training with a sword and shield—a training session Jon had assigned to the boy that morning.
"Stop training. Let's get sothing to eat," Jon interrupted him imdiately.
The boy looked at him in surprise but nodded without saying anything else, following him into the tent. Inside, Lucis had already prepared the al, and Ygritte, Val, and Daenerys were seated at the table, waiting.
Jon joined them, pulling Lafy to sit beside him.
"So... you're leaving," Ygritte murmured.
Jon felt the gaze of all the won on him. There was a montary silence.
Daenerys and Lucis seed a bit embarrassed after what had happened the night before, when they had gotten a little drunk, but Jon didn't bring it up and just smiled, finding it amusing.
"Yes. So, you'd better morize this handso face in the next few minutes, because you won't see for a long ti," Jon said with a grin, making so of them roll their eyes at his joke.
The conversation continued with discussions about the camp.
Ygritte kept murmuring her dissatisfaction with his departure. Daenerys also seed uncomfortable but remained calm, knowing that Jon always made careful decisions.
Lucis stayed silent, accepting the situation.
Val, on the other hand, appeared calm, also trusting Jon and his decision.
"You're going to kill the fat king, like everyone says?" Lafy asked suddenly.
Jon seed to scratch his chin, thinking about it.
"I don't know. I don't know what I'll find there. Maybe I won't kill him... but I'd like to have a little chat with him," Jon murmured.
It was obvious there was a conspiracy against the king after reading the stolen letters—and the suspects ntioned were none other than the Lannisters, which was rather ironic. It was almost amusing that he might be killed by the Lannisters themselves, but Jon needed to witness that mont and make sure the king died knowing exactly who he was in the end.
"But won't it be dangerous?" Lafy asked again.
"This is just to see what's happening there. Entering a city like King's Landing or any other in Westeros will be very easy," Jon answered calmly.
When they finished, Jon left a few more instructions, especially for Val, who was the most responsible among his wives. She would take care of everything while Ghost was already blending in with the pack, even demonstrating superiority over the gray wolf, which had been the alpha—or at least, it had been, because Ghost was clearly larger and stronger.
With that settled, Jon left the tent, while his wives accompanied him to the highest point of the camp, where the dragon's nest awaited. Winter already knew her master wanted to depart with her.
He paused to say goodbye to each of his wives. Daenerys was the last to approach, standing closest to the dragon, the only one allowed to be at that distance.
"Nephew... please, co back soon," she said as Jon felt her approach.
"Of course, I'll be back, aunt. Don't worry. You'll be safe with them and my wolves," Jon assured her.
"I doubt anyone will try anything after you ripped soone's soul out a year ago. No one wants to share that fate," she said with a small smile before nodding.
"Alright, I'm off then."
Jon turned, and Winter was already beginning to rise, adjusting her wings and flapping them to warm up. He jumped onto the dragon's side and used the montum to climb onto her back, which was over seven ters high.
As he settled in, he gave Winter a light pat.
"Good girl. Looks like we're finally heading out. Now, let's go south... if the journey goes well, we'll arrive sooner than expected. So, let's go!" Jon spoke in the Old Tongue.
The she-dragon took a few steps before flapping her wings and, with a powerful thrust, soared into the sky. Not only his wives watched, but the entire camp had their eyes fixed on the departing dragon. After all, the King-Beyond-the-Wall was heading south to take care of so personal matters.
Jon continued flying for so ti, seeing the Wall far below as he traveled south. After passing Last Hearth, Winterfell appeared a few hours later, and he kept his gaze fixed on the castle the entire ti.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts and leaving Winterfell behind, he continued further south. About an hour later, he saw Moat Cailin and, further ahead, the swamps where the Reed family lived.
The sun was beginning to set as Jon left the North, deciding to stop for a brief rest in a secluded area of the Riverlands, where no one would see Winter land.
He let the she-dragon rest and fed her a carcass he had stored in his dinsional space, as he didn't have ti to wait for her to hunt.
At dawn, they resud their journey, entering the Crownlands. By mid-morning, they finally spotted King's Landing. Jon flew over the city at a safe altitude, where it was unlikely anyone would notice a dragon in the sky.
Then, he tilted Winter southward, heading for the King's Wood, just outside the city walls. It was a restricted area where hunting was forbidden, making it the perfect hiding place for Jon to keep Winter while he assessed the situation in the city.
Now, Jon was about to beco involved in an intriguing way with the death of the stag and the death of the wolf.
Raccoon Here: I want Jon to resemble this character. Although it might be a bit difficult to make him exactly the sa, I still want to keep him in this style, as he has changed his haircut after a year.
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Chapter 81 - The Dragonborn's revenge will begin.
Chapter 86 - A Conversation with Lord Stark.
Chapter 96 - Finding the Mountain.
Chapter 105 - Another Targaryen Playing the Ga of Thrones?
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