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CHAPTER 6: PREPARATIONS

He was waiting yet again. King Stannis had left The Wall a few months ago for the fourth or fifth time that year and Jon was starting to get annoyed. The situation was worse every day. Even though they did manage to keep the Wildings and White Walkers away from the wall they were struggling to survive.

They did not lack food, thanks to the glass gardens that they had built in various locations, nor did they lack men like before, Stannis made sure of it. However, the more Jon asked the new recruits about their past crimes, the more ridiculous they were: half of the lot had been condemned for standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, or not bowing to the red woman. Stannis' obsession with that woman would drive them to death, and Jon just could not allow that.

He walked around the castle for some time, watching how the brothers practiced their sword fighting; how Sam taught the basics of gardening to a select group of new, not very muscular or talented with a sword men; how Sir Davos was disappearing with something in his hands again... Jon was used to odd behaviour, but Davos Seaworth was taking all he had already seen to a whole new level.

The first time Davos surprised Jon was when he decided to stay with him, instead of going home to see his family. The longer he stayed up there, and the worse things became, the stranger was his way of acting. First he started disappearing, then sending ravens he refused to show to Jon... He would have a word with Sir Davos soon.

Jon noticed someone pulling his trousers to find little Sam smiling, and stretching his arms so he could be picked up.

"Hey there buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Sam and Ghost play!"

"You want to play with Ghost? Then we should go look for him should we not?"

Jon was carrying Sammy around when the horn was played once and the gates were opened. King Stannis made his grand entrance, as usual, and waited until Jon got to the yard to dismount his horse.

"Lord Commander Snow, I find everything is well? I bring new recruits, unfortunately not all of them survived our journey." The king said.

"Your grace, you cannot bring the bodies in here, you need to leave them outside, piled somewhere so we can burn them before night falls."

"I see that the Lord Commander has embraced the Lord of Light. He will be happy with your decision Jon Snow, he has great plans for you." Melissandre said.

"I am terribly sorry to disappoint you, my lady, but that is not the reason I want the bodies burned, I want them burnt to prevent them from coming back."

"You should embrace the Lord of Light, Lord Commander, he is after all wining this war."

"With all due respect, my lady, no one wins wars."

"My Lord" Maester Aemon interceded. "Shall we talk about the current situation inside the castle? I am sure His Grace and his party will be more comfortable near the fireplace."

Jon escorted the king into a meeting room. Somewhere in the middle of the way Ghost appeared by his side, and accompanied them also. He sat Sam down by the fireplace and ordered Ghost to stay with him.

"It is time we get you legitimized Lord Commander. You have worked hard, I believe you disserve that honour."

Jon did not know if Stannis Baratheon thought he disserved the honour or the red witch did. Anyhow, he was not going to accept because he knew that if he did he would forever be at his service... and Jon refused to go in between any king's affaires. For gods' sake he did not even get involved on his brother's affaires, why would he even discuss helping Stannis?

"Your grace, you know the Night's watch does not interfere in the matters of kings, so I must reject your kind offer once again."

"Urrrgh... Anyway, how is our situation with the White Walkers?"

"We have not caught a sight of them in about two moons, Your Graze. However..."

"Sorry I am late your graze" Sir Davos said from the door. "I did not know you had arrived. Please Lord Commander, continue."

"As I was saying, we have not seen any White Walkers in two moons, and the ones we saw then did not attack. However, we are running out of dragon glass, and without it we are lost."

"Do you not have any smiths that can shape it?"

"Our smiths were not trained for the job before they got to the Wall, and most of them lack the physique needed for the job."

"The physique, my lord?"

"Yes my lady. A smith able to shape dragon glass should be big, tall, muscular, trained and a good at smith"

"I wonder where we could find a experienced smith with the build and strength of the late Robert Baratheon." Sir Davos said, and Jon was under the impression that he was losing key information once again. Satannis glared in Davos' direction.

"Alright then, we will have to figure out a way of shaping the bloody glass soon. Now gentlemen, if you do not mind, I will be retiring to my usual chambers; the journey was quite tough."

The king left and so did Melissandre close behind. Jon thought it was sickening, how could a man be so completely blind? And deft? Did Stannis not realise the extents of the witch's control over him?

"He is oblivious, he would not be if he had seen what I have seen." Davos answered when he asked him. "Did I ever tell you she once gave birth to a demon child? Right in front of me... The worst experience I have ever had, I swear..."

"My father always said that Stannis Baratheon was an intelligent, honourable man, that he always tried to do what was right for the kingdom. What happened, if you do not mind me asking?"

"Power will do that to you lad, if you are surrounded by the wrong company. If you ever have power and live around people that support your dilutions instead of helping you keep your feet on the ground... I remember that time when honour was the most important quality for our king, I realized he had even lost that when he decided to sacrifice a young man to his new God."

They fell into a comfortable silence, before Davos spoke again.

"Which are our chances of survival if we do not get the smiths ready?"

"Truly? Very little. We need the dragon glass to survive, we need to learn how to shape it... I do not even want to imagine what will happen when we run out of the stone..."

"Is there not any way to make it?"

"I found an old book some time ago, it explains the process step by step."

"Outstanding!"

"Yes, it is. Do you have a dragon handy? Because that is the key of the production and we are a little short of them right now..."

"So, what do we need? Seriously, what do we need in order to survive? What do we need to outlive those infernal creatures? What on the seven hells do we need?"

"A miracle."

"They were silent again, the truth was finally out, they needed a miracle in order to survive this war, in order to survive winter. Jon looked at Sam and Ghost by the fire with no care in the world. Sam was happily talking to the wolf and playing with him as if it were a tiny kitten that was not dangerous at all: rolling over him, messing with his hair, pulling his ears...

Maester Aemon entered the room after knocking. "A raven came for you today Sir Davos. It does not say who wrote it, are you able to recognise the handwriting?"

Jon saw the change on Davos' expression as soon as the maester mentioned the letter. He took it out of Aemon's hand rather quickly and sat down beside Jon before reading the letters content again and again.

Jon could not read a lot from his position. He could see that the letter started with a 'My dearest Davos" written on a clear and tidy calligraphy. The maester was looking at Jon, asking him with his eyes if he could see anything. Jon simply shrugged.

Suddenly Davos started laughing, laughing like a mad man. 'Poor fellow' Jon thought 'he has finally gone crazy'. Even Ghost lifted his head and looked with his curious eyes.

"What is it Sir Davos? Good news? Something you would like to share?"

"You said we needed a miracle, well, we have one."

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She watched the map in front of her while Aegon talked. As soon as she had accepted Aegon's conditions the strategy meetings began, they would be held one, after the other, sometimes for days, but Daenerys did not mind them. Now, the meetings she had with the seamstress where an entirely different deal. She did not have to plan her first wedding, and the thought of planning that one was so overwhelming she thought she would choke... Of course she had her handmaidens by her side, but they did not really understand what was going on, or what was expected from them, and Daenerys had to do everything herself.

They were arranging everything, in order to take the Red Keep in three months time, and they were working on the details right that moment. Daenerys was sitting down on a large throne like chair decorated with dragons all over it, when one of Aegon's men came in with a raven. He handed the letter to Aegon's second in command, Jon Connington, and left. Daenerys pretended to listen to whatever her betrothed was saying, when she was carefully analysing the expressions that crossed the Griff's face.

"My future wife is more interested in your letter than in my strategies" Aegon said. "Tell us Jon, do not have my lady waiting any more".

"Dorne has agreed to help." Jon Connington said. "Of course there are some, conditions: they want a Dornish man of their choosing to be on the King's small council."

"Agreed, we shall have one of them on our small council." Daenerys said, not missing the fact that her dear Aegon's puppy had just belittled HER right to have a small council. SHE was going to be queen, and if she had to turn her back on her future husband to reach that goal, she would do it without a second thought or regrets. "Go on, sir Connington." Daenerys did not miss Aegon's look of frustration, but she had survived Viserys' rage, she would control Aegon by the month.

"They also want your graces' first boy to be married to a Dornish lady."

"What about the little princess? What are they planning to do with her?"

"Well, she is to be wed with Tristan Martell when she becomes of age, I suppose they will keep her with them: safe and sound."

"No, I will take that child under my protection, along with prince Tommen. They will be stripped of their surname, as they do not have any Baratheon blood in their veins, and serve me and my husband until they wed people of our choosing. If Tristan Martell loves her and is still interested in her when the time comes, he can have her."

"My dear Daenerys, you forget we need Dorne to get into the Red Keep" Aegon said through his teeth. "We will not make it on our own, stop behaving like the spoiled little girl you are and..."

He did not just say that... Daenerys closed her eyes trying to control her anger. Drogon in the sky, however, sensed her distress somehow and started growling so loudly that Aegon had to stop talking.

"Do not get this wrong, my dear. YOU need Dorne in order to succed. I have three dragons, and eight thousand unsullied with me. Do you really think I could not cut their supply income just by putting a wall of fire between the city and us? How long do you think it would be before Cersei Lannister flew away? How long until she surrendered? I am not an idiot Aegon, I know what would happen next: you would come with your golden company and take the throne from me. Believe me, I am doing us both a favour, so stop undermining me just because I am a woman; because this woman has accomplished a lot more than you have in a shorter period of time."

The tent was silent. Sir Barristan was looking at her with a proud smile on his lips, while Aegon looked shocked.

"Now, if you may excuse me, I have a meeting with a very annoying seamstress that cannot just take my measurements right. Oh! And attacking the city entering from the gate of the Gods is just stupid, we would need a lot of time we do not have just to get there. Some of my unsullied will go in through the Iron gate and take care of the guards when we signal them to do so. Then, and only then, you will go in with the Dornish, and play Knights for all I care. I will wait for you seated on the Iron throne."

She left the meeting tent and headed to her own. She talked to Missandei for some time and enjoyed a book the rest of her free time. When the sun began to set someone came looking for her. Missandei walked back to her side, while Aegon made himself comfortable.

"That was quite a stunt you pulled out there"

"Well, I do not know. I thought I did what was expected from a spoiled, little girl..."

"I should not have said that. I apologize. Your idea is actually way smarter than mine was... I just want to go home so bad, feel that I belong somewhere..."

"Aegon, we will get what is ours back, but you need to trust that I also know what I am doing. I know what my dragons can do, I know what we can do. However, we have to be careful, that fortress is not easy to penetrate."

"How do you feel? About tomorrow?"

"This is not my first wedding, I do expected to be a little less bloodier than the previous one. We will make it work Aegon, I have a good feeling about this union."

"About the bedding... I do not know if I am comfortable with that... Do not get me wrong, I just barely know you and..."

"We will not be bedded tomorrow. I will give myself to you when we have King's Landing under control, between the walls of our new home, where the Targaryans should still rule."

"I will leave you now, my lady, I will se you tomorrow."

And just like that, she had Aegon Targaryan wrapped around her little finger. Men were just so easy to please, the slightest promise of sex made them focus on the real problem... Daenerys grinned. She was going back home, with her twin, she was going to save her people.

The next day Daenerys promised herself to Aegon in front of a few guests and the seven. He proved to be sweet and patient with her the following days, but the wait was stressful for both of them.

Two weeks later, everything was ready. They would arrive to Duskendale within two months, at night, and leave ships hidden in a small beach nearby. They would travel during the day and rest at night, always in small groups not to attract any attention and camp in the woods outside King's Landing. They calculated the last group would arrive a month later, and that is when it would begin. The unsullied would get inside the city, take care of the guards and open the gates while the Dornish attacked from the sea and Daenerys marched towards the Red Keep riding her dragons.

She was going back home, and nothing would stop her this time.

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Hey there!

So this is the new chapter... I hope you like it...

I haven't really thought about anything for the next chapter, even though I think it is going to be Aegon and Gendry's POV, and we will see something more about what is going on in Lothar and what the 3 siblings decide. So... yeah that's probably it.

I have a test on Friday... so I don't know if I'll be able to update then... But I will definitely update on the weekend.

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