"You're the king beyond the wall?" The man spoke, disgust hinted within his voice as Mance stood proudly. "Do you know who I am?"
"Never had the pleasure."
"This is Stannis Baratheon, the one true king of the seven kingdoms." An older man sternly spoke beside him, his face framed with white.
"We're not in the seven kingdom's and you're not dressed for this weather." Mance noted their armour.
"It is customary to kneel when surrendering to a king." Stannis growled lowly as the others anxiously looked about to Mance, Irenya only remembering her finger tips still within Jon's hand and withdrawing them.
"We do not kneel."
"I could have thousands of your men in chains at nightfall with nothing to feed them. I'm not here to slaughter beat dogs. Their fate depends on their king." He warned, murmuring as he glanced towards Jon and Irenya.
"All the same. We do not kneel." Irenya glanced towards Mance's proud smile with despair.
"Very well, take these men away."
"What's a man of the night's watch doing in a wildling camp?" The man beside Stannis questioned.
"We. Were sent to discuss terms to the King beyond the wall." Jon answered unsurely as Irenya glanced about.
"You are speaking to the one true king, boy. You will address him as your Grace."
"I know he's the king. My father died for him." Jon glumly answered as Irenya observed, shock mildly coursing through her. "My name is Jon Snow, your Grace. Ned Stark's son. This is Irenya of the Night's watch." Jon answered as She hesitantly nodded.
"Your farther was an honourable man."
"He was, your Grace."
"What do you think he would have done with him." Irenya watched carefully as Jon's gaze danced about in though. Irenya could see honour itself had him torn. He stepped forward. "I was this man's prisoner once. He could have tortured me, could have killed me. But he spared my life. I think my father would have taken him prisoner, listened to what he had to say."
"Very well then." Stannis turned to the man beside him calmly and they watching, Irenya aweing as how Mance marched even so with pride. Surrounded by enemies, head held above them.
"Your grace, if my father had seen the things we have seen. He would also tell you to burn the dead before night fall." Jon whispered as Stannis began to stride, Jon glancing to Irenya and the marched toward the wall. "All of them."