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Sansa’s POV
I sit next to Podrick who is sleeping from his injuries as Theon and Brienne take in what I told them about Daenerys letting the people of the North die in order to gather the Houses of Westeros for support, all of it. Theon does not want to believe the Dragon Queen would do this but he believes my word. Brienne is pacing and I cannot tell if she is pacing in anger or disbelief of this news.
“I have spent time well enough to know that if Daenerys did this, she knew it would work at the risk of lives being killed to accomplish it. However it does not make it any better that she left the North, knowing lives that would be lost and added to the Dead.” Theon says as he sits across from me.
“It shows what kind of ruler she would be. She is willing to have others killed to get what she wants. All she wants is the Iron Throne, Theon. Something has to be done to stop her from gaining the loyalty of the people anymore than she already has.” I tell to Theon in sadness.
My mind floods with every men, women and child screaming to their deaths all around the North. I close my eyes, feeling tears cover my face. I struggle to breathe for a moment when Theon immediately sits next to me, placing his left hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. I can tell Theon wants to hug me but he knows how I feel after all this time with what Ramsey did to my body. Theon does what he can to comfort me.
I rest my hands over my mouth when Brienne stops pacing and kneels before me, “Lady Sansa, there is something you need to know before going into the war meeting. I followed Ser Jaime and Ser Bronn to where the Foxes were going. I stayed behind to listen to the Foxes. And I do not know what all of it could mean but I heard them say –“
Suddenly the curtains of the tent open! Brienne immediately stops speaking when someone walks in and we turn to look. We were honestly expecting a Fox, one of Daenerys’s Unsullied or Dothraki to walk in but I am glad to see it is Gendry. The look on his face knows we are discussing something we do not want him to hear. At least not yet however he is close to Arya which could help and another to trust against Daenerys. But that will have to wait for now.
“I am not sure what you are talking about however the war meeting is gathering now.” Gendry says with a sense of confusion of how we are acting.
He leaves the tent, no questioning us at all. We stand to our feet. I wipe the tears away from my face when Theon extends his arm out to me. I give a small smile in placing my arm with his. I’m truly glad that Theon is here. I honestly felt so alone even with Brienne and Podrick at my side through this war. Theon makes me feel safe in all of this.
Brienne ensures that Podrick is kept an eye on and will catch up with us once a Fox or a maester comes in to check on Podrick’s wound. She wants to keep an eye on him while he is resting due to how the Foxes are more and more we learn about them, especially in training to become the best killers in the world.
Theon and I walk on toward the tent as I see Jon, Arya, Bran and Benjen walk in ahead of us. Theon and I enter to see every leader of the houses here. My eyes go to Theon surprised and in awe that it was even possible to get every house in Westeros here. I know most if not all of them have stayed out of the war, not risking their houses for a war that has no meaning to them. But somehow Daenerys made it happen while others were dying. I stand next to Jon while Daenerys is at the head of the table, taking the lead as she planned from the start when leaving the North.
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Jon’s POV
Daenerys stands before everyone and I cannot help but to be in awe of her especially with the red jewel at the head of the crown on her beautiful silver hair. She rests her hands on the edge of the war table with the impossible confidence she always had when I first laid eyes on her.
“Let’s begin. What are the losses?” She questions while her eyes glare upon the eyes of those before her.
“It is over six thousand and three hundred that fell.” One of the Eastern houses answered Daenerys.
“And two Golden Company War Elephants have fallen.” The second general of the Golden Company replies.
Daenerys looks down in sadness of the lives lost in total when Sansa speaks out in despising Daenerys, “They are with the Dead now including the ancestors of House Stark in the Crypt.”
I stare at her, ready to command her not to speak unless it helps the war but another war lords says, “It does not even the odds but it is enough to recover half of the dead that was taken out by the efforts of the Living.”
“Winter Fox, you told me that you think like all the enemies you have faced. What do you think the Night King will do moving forward?” Daenerys asks her.
All eyes turns to look at the Winter Fox. She moves her eyes back and forth on the war table then starts taking pieces off to show what houses are destroyed in the North and what houses remain beyond. “He has lost more than he expected which means he will not retreat but think of other ways to attack and recover the numbers he lost.”
“How would he attack now?” I ask her in fear of what tricks the Night King will unleash upon us now.
“There are two kinds of warfare; each is dictated by numbers. With greater numbers, you attack the enemy head on and stab it in the heart. With fewer numbers, you come at the enemy from the sides. You cut off the blood that pumps the heart. What pumps the heart of the Dead?”
My mind immediate goes to all of those that died at Hardhome and here. Queen Daenerys brings her arms up and holds her hands together in answering, “The Night King collecting dead men and women that can be turned.”
“Nothing more than meat numbers for the Dead.” Daario says while glaring in hatred at the Winter Fox.
“Of course however what meat numbers can the Dead get to now in our camp?”
“The wounded.” I say in terror.
“Exactly which is why Queen Daenerys and I are ensuring the wounded are tended to then ready to leave for Dragonstone. The Dead cannot swim so they have no chance of getting to Dragonstone. Daenerys has her ships at White Harbor and by the protection of my fellow Foxes, the ships are at the ready once the wounded reach there.”
Many of the Lords and Ladies let out several sighs of relief that this is happening. My eyes go to Daenerys to see she is doing the impossible yet again. Daenerys looks at me for a moment then redirects her gaze to the Winter Fox.
“While the wounded are tended to and sent to safety, we need to ensure the standing of the armies of the Living. Until then, all of those welcome to be on patrol over the wounded, taking shifts to guard. Those guarding them will escort them to White Harbor and Dragonstone including food, water, supplies, horses, wagons and the Maesters to help the wounded.” Daenerys announces to everyone.
“However if those volunteering are only volunteering to save their own skin, I will gladly feed you to my war animals.” The Winter Fox says in a snarling way when a few immediately were about to put their hands up to volunteer to leave.
Every man and woman in the tent agrees with this and no one disagrees with those patrolling to leave with the wounded which makes me further relieved. I wonder the same thing would happen again. The Foxes agreed to have one thousand of their own guarding over the wounded. The Unsullied and Dothraki do the same as do other houses of Westeros which lead up to five thousand protecting them.
Then the blonde haired man that fought alongside Bronn, Podrick and the Foxes moves around to be standing across the table from the Winter Fox; it is almost like he is seeing a ghost before him. He eyes her while struggling to speak until he finally finds his voice, “You’re her. You’re The Winter Fox. I have not seen you since I was a little boy. You delivered me safely to Jorah when he was with the Golden Company. ”
The Winter Fox lifts her head to eye the man wondering who he is when suddenly she seems to recognize him, completely shifting her war mood into what a mother would do when not seeing her child for several fortnights. “William. Come here, little one.”
They go to the other end of the table and embrace like a mother and son would. I cannot help but smile as she places her gloved hands around his face. “I have not seen you for so long. Let me look at you, William. You have grown so much.”
“I did not think I would see you again after no word from you in years. Some of us honestly started to think you might be dead. But our general said there was no way you were dead.” William says smiling to see her again.
“He is not wrong, William. I need to see how you fair in a fight after we are done in here.” She says chuckling in joy.
Bronn steps forward saying, “He can fight well, Winter Fox. I have only spent a short time with him and he is one of the best I have seen in my life.”
The Winter Fox chuckles even more in Bronn’s words about William as she places her hand on his right shoulder. “I would love to see it all the same. I remember when you were above my knee in height as a little boy. It has been over three and twenty since I saw you. I have grown strong by the look of you alone.”
“I am stunned you remember me given how many of us bastards, misfits and cripples you saved over the years.” William says in shock of her memory.
“I remember everyone too well and each one saved is misfit beauties to me. We are all unloved by the world but together we’re loved; Foxes of the Sunset Sea against the world.” The Winter Fox says and leads William to the other Foxes. They all greet William as one of their own with hugs and pats on his back like he has always been a part of their lives.
“And now that you are here, you will take your rightful place among us, William which will be after getting things set against the Dead.” The Winter Fox says to William.
William has wide eyes in her words about joining the Foxes of the Sunset Sea but remains silent so the attention can go back to the bigger matters at hand. The Winter Fox nods her head to Queen Daenerys. Daenerys has a small smile to the Winter Fox in that heartfelt moment for all to see. It seems that Winter Fox saves as many as she can just as Daenerys did across the Narrow Sea.
“Now onto the battle plans once the wounded are safely away. There should be three lines of defense. The first line to be archers to light up fields of fire once the trenches by the tree lines are uncovered by the Foxes, catapults to send stones covered in oil and lite up, crushing any of the dead in the pathway. Then lines with spears and shields to hold off the dead if they get past the archers and catapults.”
Everyone moves pieces on the war table to set it up like it will be on the actual battlefield. I move a few pieces myself to where the numbers of the North will help against the Dead. I stand back when I see Tormund move his way over, sharing a small smile to me. I do the same in feeling relief that he is still alive throughout all of this.
“The second line to be some distance apart from the first line which is where the cavalry and four Golden Company War Elephants to crush against the dead that passes the first line. There will be another set of archers at the ready with flaming arrows and war animals from the Foxes ready to attack.”
The Foxes bow their head in response to her words of where their war animals will be in the defense lines. I wonder how many more war animals the Foxes have aside from the ones I have seen. Then I wonder where Drogon and Rhaegal will be in the lines of defense.
“The third line of defense I will lead myself on Drogon with the remaining numbers of the Living. King Jon is welcome to do the same on Rhaegal in the third line. I know several of you are wondering why the third line for Drogon and Rhaegal, it is because of the leader of the Dead. The Night King will be expecting me or Jon to be at the front line on dragon back so he will use other methods to get around. If we are not out in front, he will send as many as he can without destroying all of the numbers he has for this final attack.”
Sansa places her hand on the edge of the war table in anger toward Daenerys. All eyes move to Sansa and she says, “You already ensured the death of the people of the North killed when you left. And now you want to lead more to their deaths while you stay at the armies back?”
“Sansa…” I say to her with a look of her to be silent before she stirs something up that does not need to be stirred.
“You purposefully left with your armies, leaving the people of the North to die so you could return with massive armies and titled savior, further your goal to the Iron Throne. You said it yourself to me in this very tent before this meeting. Go ahead and tell them.” Sansa says in anger.
All eyes go to Daenerys and she has a look on her face toward Sansa. Daenerys is tired of Sansa doing this even after Daenerys saved what lives were left. If not for her, there would be no one left alive in the North. Why does Sansa still go after Daenerys like this?
“Sansa, do not speak another word. You have done enough.” I say face to face with Sansa so she does not look at Daenerys like she wants to kill her where she stands.
Lyanna Mormont walks over to stand next to me as she says with a laugh, “You are one to talk. You and the other Lords of the North including myself sent House Glover to their death by letting them leave. And they walk with the dead too. So whatever it is you are going on about, I suggest you not to speak another word.”
“Or I will cut out your tongue….” The Ophidian Fox hisses.
She wraps her arms around Sansa out of nowhere like a hidden serpent wrapping its body around its prey. Sansa gasps in how fast this is happening and within a blink of an eye, she has the sharp end of a knife right under Sansa’s chin that she could cut out her tongue out and Sansa would still live with the flick of her wrist. I take a step back in how swiftly the Ophidian Fox appeared from the other side of the table to right here without a sound.
“Let her go. Her words mean nothing to me.” Daenerys speaks while holding up her hand for the Ophidian Fox to stop.
The Ophidian Fox lowers her knife and turns her head to the Winter Fox; she moves her hand in a motion as if signaling to release her. The Ophidian Fox lets Sansa go. Theon goes to Sansa in worry while the Ophidian Fox is about to turn and walk away. Instead she turns around, punching Sansa right in the throat with an unsettling sound of the impact.
The entire tent fills with gasps mixed with laughs in what just occurred. This punch to the throat causes Sansa to lean over gasping. The Foxes laugh in what their fellow Fox did to her. Arya and I look in worry of how hard she hit her throat while Theon holds Sansa’s hand as she finally stands up right still gasping to breathe right.
Sansa has rage in her eyes like I have not seen before when she looks at the Foxes. She attempts to talk but nothing comes out. Sansa stills tries to speak but nothing comes out. Sansa places her hands on her throat. Her eyes widen in shock as no words or sounds come out of her mouth. The Foxes continue to chuckle that Sansa is not able to talk after being hit in the throat unlike a few others in the tent are silent.
Theon asks, “What did you do?”
“Sansa won’t have power over her tongue. She will be able to speak again soon; no worries. The silence from her is surely nice.” Ophidian Fox says in joy when walking back over to the other Foxes.
Sansa is angry and her face alone was enough for all to see. Theon tries to comfort her in holding her hand. However one of the generals’ questions in a tone of demanding an answer to what Sansa was talking about.
“What do you mean in Queen Daenerys purposefully leaving the North to let the people die in order to gain these houses at her back?”
“Let’s get this out of the way, the speechless little bird is right but it was not Queen Daenerys that enacted it.”
Every eye looks to the Winter Fox who spoke these words. The Winter Fox walks to the head of the table to stand next to Daenerys. Daenerys has a certain look on her face to the Winter Fox. The Winter Fox stands tall to stare at each man and woman in this war tent. Daenerys takes a step back with Jorah at her side with what is about to be revealed.
“Sansa Stark is right that in order for the Army of the Living to come together against the Dead, the remaining people of the North needed to be left behind. And yes, die for all of this to be possible. Their death was not in vain and it was me who enacted it. I advised Queen Daenerys to fly South to face Cersei Lannister while I used what resources I had to send letters and proof of the Dead to every house standing here to come North to fight the Dead.”
The whole tent is silent that the Winter Fox is the one who had this happen. Sansa is shaking her head no in what the Winter Fox is telling to us. My mouth barely opens in what she is saying. I glare at the Winter Fox in the horror that she allowed this to happen. The screams of people being butchered, killed in Winterfell fill my head that I lower my head that it will be a sound that will never leave me just like Daenerys’s dragon, Viserion being shot out of the sky will never leave me.
“The people that died could still be alive if she never left at all at your decision, Fox.” One of the other generals said in shock of what is being said.
“They would have died anyway if Queen Daenerys remained in the North; never left. The Night King would have torn through Winterfell. The Dead would crush Queen Daenerys, the dragons and her armies since it was only them against the Dead. The army of the North was a pitiful assembly; not a real army. Queen Daenerys was the only one with a real army; there was no one else. See if you can do the calculation of how it would have ended. The Night King had over one hundred thousand dead men, women and children at his back alone. That is not including the creatures and Giants he has over the centuries. Think it through. The Dead would rule the world with the Night King on the Iron Throne right now…”
The Winter Fox points to Queen Daenerys and she is speaking the brutal honest truth. I should have known that Queen Daenerys being the only standing force against the Dead was never going to be enough. My mouth barely opens at the thought of it all. I shudder at the thought of it as do the Freefolk and the remaining Night’s Watch.
The Night King killing anything living, marching West, East and South then slowly taking every step to the Iron Throne and sitting at the helm of the world as snow and ice covers the world. I can see his cold hands gripping the Iron Throne with his ice blue eyes ruling over an entire bodies at his command; a graveyard world of Westeros.
“You Foxes of the Sunset Sea and Queen Daenerys would have been enough against the Night King.” Uncle Benjen said in response to her.
The Ophidian Fox chuckles before telling him, “None of us were coming here until learning the death of her dragon, Viserion. The death of her dragon is what made the decision for the Foxes to come here. We are here for Queen Daenerys. We could give a shit less about the world. But the Last Dragons and Targaryens in the world are why we are here to fight. ”
The Foxes bow their head to Queen Daenerys in the words spoken about her and her dragons. Queen Daenerys bows her head back to them in respect. Daario cannot help but nod in agreement with them. The Winter Fox turned her attention back to Uncle Benjen.
“And you are right. Queen Daenerys and we Foxes of the Sunset Sea would have been enough but there would have been no song to sing, more bodies to burn than anything else at the end. And this war is not only hers to end. The Long Night is for all of the Living to end. And Queen Winter Fox ensured that all of Westeros will end the Night King before he gets past Winterfell. If he gets past Winterfell, the whole world falls. The Living together as an army against The Dead King stops him for good. And the death of the North is not in vain. It was a sacrifice for the greater good.”
“I knew it was a risk doing so. That is the thing none of you will never understand. The idea of being a ruler is far beyond having the power and a crown on the head; ruling requires that the ruler’s hands are drenched in blood no matter what way was taken to do so. It was done for the good of the Realm, the world.” The Winter Fox says without a hint of sadness or sorrow in doing this while empowering Queen Daenerys.
She has not an ounce of remorse of the lives that were killed. The quietness remains all through the tent of this information. No one has anything to say because sadly she is right about it but could there have been another way? Or was it the only way? We will never know…
Sansa walks past leaders of Westeros and right up to the Winter Fox, slapping her clean across her armor mask; making her face turn from the slap. The Foxes grab their weapons but the Winter Fox holds up her hand to stop them from attacking Sansa. The Winter Fox moves her head back, not affecting by Sansa slapping her. The Winter Fox nods her head to Sansa.
“I deserve that slap. I will let you have this one. But think about this. You did worse in what you did compare to me. I did this for the greater risk to save the world from the Night King. While you sent House Glover away as a message that the North will never support or respect Queen Daenerys. Queen Daenerys came to the North in good faith with nothing to show for it by the North. What did you expect her to do? What if the North came to Essos to save Daenerys but she showed no support or respect for King Jon or you? Would you not leave with your forces as well?”
The Winter Fox does not take her eyes off of Sansa and Sansa is not able to answer but she can shake her head yes or no. But she does neither, walking away and back over to Theon. Sansa actually has tears in her eyes in what was said to her face. I glare at Sansa who leans on Theon for comfort. She truly did worse. The Winter Fox speaks the truth. I can tell that Daenerys thinks about the death of the people like I am right now.
“I will say this and then we can move on. If Sansa was right that if all Queen Daenerys wanted was the Iron Throne, she would have it already instead of being here to fight against the Dead. Instead Queen Daenerys weakened the Lannister Lioness and the position in King’s Landing along with the help of Theon Greyjoy rescuing his sister, Yara Greyjoy. Yara and Theon helped to set fire to the fleet of ships Cersei has through Euron Greyjoy. She damaged the next enemy of Westeros and along with many other houses here. Tyrion and Jaime Lannister are here to fight. Cersei Lannister is not here with her forces. Cersei Lannister cares more about the Iron Throne than the Living. She is the enemy to the Living after the Night King.”
Some speak up in agreement of Cersei Lannister being the enemy of dozens of Houses. I see Tyrion and Jamie react to this news more than the others since Cersei is their sister after all. I cannot help but to see this as truly good news of the damages done to Cersei. Some even smile to know Cersei was hit without any armies and no lives lost in order to do so
“It will take them well over a year to recover all of the ships and weapons that were destroyed by Queen Daenerys’s dragon, Drogon and the loyal members of House Greyjoy. And she came back to help the living. If that is not proof enough that she is a good ruler for Westeros, I don’t know what is.” Ser Jorah says in response to what the Winter Fox spoke.
Daario steps forward to be near Daenerys and Ser Jorah. “When I first met Daenerys, I was with the Second Sons and it was quite the life. But then I met Daenerys. There was something about her different from any other man or woman I have met. My leaders of the second sons just saw her as a woman to fuck then kill. I was ordered to kill her with no choice but we had philosophical differences over her beauty. Her beauty meant more to me than it did to them.”
“You have always been a strange man, Daario.” Daenerys says with a small smile in remembering their first encounter.
Daario must be the second man Daenerys has been with before she and I were together. I can see it plain as day and I do not like it at all. I exhale in frustration about it that I see Arya and Tormund notice my frustration. Arya has a certain look in her eye while Tormund does his best not to show a big grin to know about me and Daenerys.
“I am the simplest man you will ever meet. The Winter Fox is cruel but right about me. I only do what I want to do. I told them that I am Daario Naharis. I always have a choice. They drew their swords and I drew mine. Then I went to her, dropping their heads in front of her to see. Queen Daenerys has my loyalty and she allows me to have a choice just like she did with the Unsullied and anyone else under her service. That is how she will rule Westeros. You all will a choice unlike under the rule of that Lannister Lioness. It seems like that bitch will give no one a choice; better to have a choice than none at all.”
Some of the men are impressed in what Daario said to them and how he came into the service of Daenerys. I cannot deny that I am impressed with it as well. He is a simple man, knowing what he wants and goes for it. I wish I had that way of living and probably would have if I never joined the Night’s Watch with all of the freedom of life with no worries.
I press my lips together as others agree. I step forward knowing we need to get back to planning the battle plans against the Dead now. “Let’s try and stay focused. If the three lines of defense do not work against him and we have to retreat. We need to have a plan in place.”
Queen Daenerys moves her eyes to me and she asks, “What do you think it should be, King Jon?”
“The Dead cannot swim so Dragonstone would be the best option just like the survivors. We would need to have ships at the ready to sail if we can to ride for White Harbor to escape the Dead.”
“I agree. If the Dead get to the third line of defense, we need to have a retreat signal so everyone can fall back, riding out of here. It is better to retreat, having a chance to flee and live. If Westeros falls, sailing to Dragonstone then to Meeren are the only places the Dead cannot reach. And all survivors can start anew. I am Queen of Meeren and all of you are welcome there. The Dead will never be able to cross the Narrow Sea if it comes down to that for the Living.”
The Lords and Ladies of Westeros are terrified of this thought however it needs to be discussed all the same if it truly does come down to fleeing. And it is good for Daenerys to already be the Queen of Meeren so there is an offer of a place to live and begin rather than completely starting over with no offer of land.
I do wonder how it would feel to live over there with the sun shining and warm weather compared to cloudy skies, cold snow all around. I would love to go and visit across the Narrow Sea to Meeren. Daenerys talked about it in wonder. It is without slavery and collars on the people of the city by the Masters. She described how beautiful the night skies were when the view of the city below. I honestly hope I get to see it if I survive the Great War.
I look over to Arya and she has a bright look on her face in the chance to go across the Narrow Sea. I certainly know she would love to sail across the Narrow Sea beyond anything she has already seen before she returned to Winterfell. Arya gives me a small smile like she would want to see the beautiful sights in Meeren too. Maybe we can go and see it once all of this is over.
The discussion of the retreating signal should be three signals just like the third signal to run whenever the Night’s Watch is beyond the Wall. The three signals of the war horn for all those to hear to fall back and retreat to White Harbor. The Foxes of the Sunset Sea will ensure ships to be ready in case this was to happen.
The Winter Fox speaks with her fellow foxes to get that plan in action if it is to happen and what route is best to be taken aside from the King’s Road to get to White Harbor faster. It would take many days to get to White Harbor in the cold and deep snow all across the lands of the North. I cannot help but to take in the view that the leaders of all the Houses of Westeros coming together to fight in one war against a great enemy under the leadership of Daenerys.
They have come to see her for who she is just like I said to her on the ship after the death of her dragon, Viserion. The Winter Fox is right about everything. The death of the dragon made them come to the North. I wonder what would happen if they never did come. Suddenly my thought of the Dead Viserion swifts my mind in fear; where the dead dragon is now? He could do great damage from the skies above right now as we speak. I lean forward for Daenerys to look at me knowing I wanted to speak out.
“Queen Daenerys, may I ask what happened to your dragon that Night King has taken?” I ask her in dread of asking this.
Daenerys looks down in sadness at the mention of her dragon, Viserion. I know that they are truly the only children she will ever have. And she only has two left in the world. The tent becomes silent yet again at the mention of the dead dragon. Queen Daenerys lifts her head up when Daario is in shock to hear this information.
Daario places his hand on her shoulder asking, “What? What happened?”
I can tell the sadness and sorrow on her face when thinking about him. I exhale in saying, “The Night King killed the dragon, Viserion and brought him back. Viserion is a slave under the Night King.”
Daario and those that was unaware of this information whisper in terror and shock about this. Daario embraces his hand on her shoulder more. He knows how much the dragons mean to her. Daario does not say anything but his face says it all to Daenerys.
“Viserion still walks with the dead but he cannot fly anymore. So any attack from the sky will not happen from him…” Daenerys says like stones in her heart to say about one of her own dragons.
I want so badly to go over and comfort her in her loss for Viserion right now but I cannot due to everyone being around. I wish I could hold and kiss her forehead, whispering to her how sorry I am for what happened to him. I know she does not blame me for Viserion’s death but I will always blame myself for his death.
Daenerys sees the look on my face, immediately knows I am blaming myself for his death. She presses her lips together as well. We are so close and yet so far apart in this tent. I want to be at her side again, wishing things never changed between us before I learned the truth about who I am. I still do love her and I want to be with her but the blood relation between us makes it wrong. I do not know how I can get past this even with the love I have for her.
Daario breaks my thoughts in saying, “Now that he is on the ground, maybe he can be captured and finally put to rest instead of being enslaved to that evil fucker. I will run him through myself for what he did. I know how much your dragons mean to you, Queen Daenerys. I am so sorry.”
He is saying the words I wish to say to her but I cannot. However Daario can; he can be with her freely unlike me. Maybe Daenerys can be with Daario again unlike I am not able to. I remain silent even with Daenerys gazing at me. The look in her eyes wishes it was me saying these words too.
I am about to walk over to her but I don’t when the Foxes ensure everyone is aware of the plans of defense and retreat is agreed upon and will be done. However Ed asks the two big important questions that many want to know. “Who is the Night King? And why is he doing all of this?”
All eyes shift around wondering the same thing when the Foxes turn their direction toward the Freefolk and Tormund like they have information about the Night King. The Winter Fox extends her right hand forward to them saying, “Freefolk, time to tell your stories.”
Tormund has a grin on his face knowing he finally gets to speak about whatever it is he knows about the Dead, Night King; all of it. He takes a step forward for everyone to have a clear view of him ready to tell the story like he has waited a long time to tell others beyond the Freefolk. I have a pit in my stomach when I see the Winter Fox walking over to the roaring fire in the tent, prepared for the stories to be told to all here.
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