JON

Gravel crunched beneath his feet as Jon walked upon the wall checking its defenses. As Lord Commander it was his duty to do so. After defeating Lance's army with the help of Stannis, very few recruits had turned up. Today he would be leading them beyond the wall to take their vows. It was a very cold morning and the snow was sticking to the ground.

A little while later, Jon headed towards the gate mounted upon a grey stallion with Ghost leading the way and followed by the recruits and a few brothers of the Watch. As they moved further from the wall the colder it got. Soon they could see their breaths. Suddenly Ghost started growling at something ahead. Jon signaled the company to stop and dismount. He cautiously drew his sword and crept forward into the clearing ahead. He said, "Ghost! To me." They slowly moved ahead and saw a bundle of clothes lying on the ground. Everyone visibly relaxed but Ghost kept on growling which told Jon something was amiss. As he neared the bundle, he could hear the cooing of a baby. Jon unraveled the bundle to find a baby boy inside it. The baby's eyes were closed but it felt very cold. Suddenly the baby opened its eyes and Jon saw crystal clear blue eyes. In his surprise, he dropped the bundle and at the same time Ghost leapt forward and started tearing it apart. Everyone, except Jon, was shocked.

A brother asked, " What the hell was that ? Ghost killed the baby!"

"Yes, a baby turned into a whitewalker ", Jon replied.

The reply shocked everyone even more as Jon lit a fire and burned the remains of it.

"We should return to the wall immediately, my Lord."

"You are right, we should."

…..

"How come you returned so soon?",asked Pyp. Jon could see that a lot of brothers had the same question in their minds. He told them what had happened and was met with a lot of silence.

"Must be one of Craster's son. What should we do Lord Snow ?", asked Gregg.

"We do what we do best, defend the wall."

DAENERYS

"Your Grace, the dragons attacked the livestock again this morning", reported Ser Jorah , "They are getting out of control."

"I know but what can I do? I have to look into the affairs of the campaign all the time. Actually they are not listening to me anymore and I can't be angry at them for very long because I am their mother."

"If I may speak freely I know the answer to this particular problem and many others, Your Grace."

"You know that you can always feel free to advise me Ser Jorah."

"I think they need a stern father, Your Grace."

"Are you serious Ser? How can my getting married solve our problems? You know that I can't afford any distractions right now. I have to get the Unsullied across the narrow sea and onto Westros. "

"It was only a suggestion, Your Grace. Think about it." , saying so he leaves the pavilion.

…

Daenerys thought as she lay on her bed, "what if Ser Jorah is right?"

If the man she was to marry was of Westros then she would have allies there and she could win back the iron throne. But was it the right decision? To trust someone she had never met, was it wise? even if she could trust this someone, how to find the appropriate person? She fell asleep thinking about it.

….

"Ser Jorah, I have thought about what you said yesterday and have decided that you are correct but tell me one thing, how am I to choose someone who can control my children?" Daenerys asked.

"Let your children choose for you, Your Grace."

"What do you mean?"

"Let fly one of your dragons and ask it to choose a man suitable for you and them. You as well as I know that dragons are magical. It will choose the right person for you."

"I hope you are correct Ser Jorah because my future depends on it." She turns to her assistant and asks her to fetch the smallest dragon. When the servant arrives with the dragon leashed to a chain, Daenerys talks to it. "I want you to select a strong man from Westros to be your father. Once you have chosen him, stay by his side and lead him to me when I arrive in Westros. Good Luck my little one ."

The dragon's intelligent eyes stare back at her before taking flight and flying towards the west.

Ser Jorah, dismayed but keeping a straight face asks, "Why Westros, Your Grace?"

"My child will obviously choose someone noble and noble men have followers. They will help in getting me the iron throne."

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