Before you start a big WARNING!
In this chapter, in the first part of Jon POV, he will not be so honourable as we know him.
So I want to warn you that they may be stuff that not everyone likes.
YOU ARE WARNED.
Chapter 14 The wall
In the North...
Robb POV
Robb and his army were marching at a forced pace towards the Wall. He divided his army into three parts, taking the cavalry with him, wanting to get there as soon as possible. Now in the distance, he saw the Wildlings attacking from the southern side of the Wall, the Castle Black. But what was worse was that it began to rain with the snow, and that was a bad omen.
And as he drew his sword, he began to charge with his cavalry, and Grey Wind at his side. The enemy was just over a hundred. When he managed to defeat them, the survivors surrendered, but then he heard calling for help from the inside of the Castle and Robb knew that the Wildlings had managed to get through the Gate in the Wall.
When they opened the southern Gate of Castle Black, Robb, Grey Wind, and some men immediately entered, cutting the Wildlings, right and left, but then he saw a giant coming from the tunnel in the Wall. Screaming. Robb knew that if he didn't take him down, many of his men would die.
" Spear!" Robb shouted at one of his men, and taking it, he charged at the Giant at full speed, hitting him in the chest, and knocking him down to the ground, however, he fell too. He rose quickly and drew his sword out, giving the Giant the final blow.
Looking towards the tunnel, he saw several Wildlings coming. Taking a shield from the ground and turning to his men, he shouted "Shield Wall!" Taking the formation they entered the tunnel and the enemies crashed into their shields and stabbed themselves into their swords and spears. " Forward!" And at a slow pace, they advanced until they almost reached the outside. Lowering his shield down a bit, Robb saw that the Wildlings were retreating into the forest.
"Retreat!" Robb shouted, retreating to Castle Black. When he left the formation and turned to some men, he said, "Block the entrance."
While he was checking the wounded, Robb heard him call in a powerful voice "Boy!" and knew it was GreatJon.
"Lord Umber," Robb greeted him, clasping his forearm. "So, how is the situation, my lord?"
"A real hell. They still have men in their camp, and a dozen or so, giants I think. But I see you killed a giant. So there is still hope"
"Yes, but at dawn, we'll have to attack again to bend them, and catch Mance Raider."
"Commander!" Robb heard someone call him and turned around, "We took the leader who led the charge from the southern part. He's a big man." And they immediately went to see him. When they arrived, the Maester of Castel Black, Aemon Targaryen was treating him. In fact, he was a very big man, with a beard and red hair, in chains.
"Who are you?"
He tried to get up with difficulty and replied, "I'm Tormund Giantsbane."
"How many of you are left, Tormund."
"More than a hundred thousand, and we'll be able to get through. You don't have the numbers to stop us."
"Maybe. Why are you fleeing South, Tormund?"
"The White Shadows, little boy. The dead are marching on the Wall, and we must pass it before they arrive."
"Are you willing to form an alliance?"
"An alliance?"
"Fight the enemy, under the banners of the King of the North."
"The Free Folk doesn't kneel, boy. If you want to do it, you have to break them."
"Aren't you tired of death, Tormund? How many women and children do you have in your folk? Does their survival not matter more than anything else?" Robb asked, trying to use the same tone and the same words that Jon would use.
Tormund did not answer and Robb decided to leave. He had to plan the attack for the dawn, against the Wildlings.
Entering the Night's Watch Hall, he saw GreatJon reunited with some members. Their Lord commander had died North of the Wall and their leader for now, until the election of the new one, was Rodrik Flint "The Ghost Ranger". From the rumors that they heard he was obsessed with the White Walkers, and when he took the oath and became Ranger, he went Beyond the Wall in search of these myths, armed with a fiery chain.
"So! What's going on?" Robb asked.
"Rodrik wants to go and negotiate with Mance Rayder."
"We need every man we can, to fight death. The army of the King of the North will not be enough. If the Wildlings remain beyond the wall, they will become part of the army of the dead."
"No," replied Robb. "Mance Rayder will suffer the fate that awaits all the deserters and the mutinies. As for the Wildlings, yes. We should negotiate with the clan leaders. But for that, we have to wait for the King to come."
"Aye," everyone said.
"At dawn, we will attack," Robb replied and saw a man enter and whisper something to the ear of the GreatJon. "What is it, my lord?"
"There's movement on the other side of the Wall," and everyone ran to the top of the Wall.
When he got to the top of the wall, Robb saw that the Wildlings were retreating, apart from a group, and that the night was beginning to pass.
"Why are they retreating?" One of the Night's Watch asked.
"More like they're splitting up."
"The king wants to form an alliance with them," replied Robb. But we have to prepare to attack the remaining group."
"Aye."
" GreatJon, I'll lead the assault, but you'll have to defend the gate if they attack again. "
He nodded, even though Robb saw that he wasn't happy at all. Robb knew his reputation, and how much he loved to fight in the vanguard.
When he came down, Robb illustrated the plan by dividing up the cavalry, to attack on both sides "All clear?" And everyone nodded.
"Start getting ready and ride out in silence when you see an arrow flying down the wall, attack."
After leaving and taking positions, Robb saw the signal, and he led the charge. There were about a thousand Wildlings as far as it could be seen, and they fell like flies, sliced off by their swords.
Once most of the Wildlings had been killed, the others surrendered, and Robb headed towards the main tent. Entering with his sword still drawn, Robb saw a lot of men inside, two women and a man next to them. A tall, slender man with long, thin legs, a wide chest and wide shoulders. Long hair, dark brown with a bit of grey, and brown eyes. And he knew that he was the King beyond the Wall, Mance Rayder.
However, chaos broke out in the tent, and they started to fight. They fought until the man shouted "Enough!" and everyone stopped.
Robb approached the man and said, "Are you, Mance Rayder?"
"Aye."
"Your people will kneel to the King of the North."
"We do not kneel."
"Your army has abandoned you in seeing my army, those who have remained with you are dead or in chains. Your fate is already sealed. As a deserter, you will be executed when the king arrives. But what about the Free Folk? Is their survival not more important than your pride?"
"Pride? Fuck the pride. This is about respect. But apparently, I was wrong. I spent 20 years uniting all the 19 clans of the Free Folk, trying to earn their respect, but apparently, that wasn't enough. At the first difficulty, they retreated and split again. But we don't kneel, anyway."
"And doesn't the survival of these two women matter to you?"
He looked at the woman in labor and said, "If I surrender, and I tell you the locations where the different clans have retreated, will you protect my wife Dalla, my son and Val?"
"I give you my word of honor. I will treat them with respect and protect them from the danger."
He nodded and Robb commanded his men to take him away. Then he approached the two women, who were very beautiful, "I am Robb Snow, commander of the King's army."
"I am Val, and this is my sister Dalla, Mance Rayder's wife." Val was really a beautiful woman. Blonde hair, high sharp cheekbones, and blue eyes.
"My lady, we have to go now."
"No! If we move her, my sister could die. The birth is imminent. Please, Lord Snow, wait a bit longer."
Robb nodded "I'll be waiting outside. Grey Wind stays here."
After hours of waiting amidst screams, silence arrived until he heard a child's whining. Upon entering, Robb saw that Val was holding a child in his hand, while his sister, Dalla, lay lifeless.
"She just died," Val said, looking at her sister. "We have to burn her body. I don't want her to come back from the dead."
Robb, not understanding just nodded. "Come. It's time to return to the Wall."
Before leaving, Robb gave the order to burn all the dead, and it was he who set the tent with fire, in which Val's sister was lying. Then he led Val to one of the horses and back to Castle Black. It was time to inform the King and talk to Mance.
Jon POV
Jon was on his way to the torture room, escorted by Arthur and Benjen. Yesterday he and Danny have been attacked by assassins, and now Jon wants to find out who is behind it.
Upon entering, Jon saw that the surviving men were already positioned in the different torturing structures, and Jon headed towards the leader of the assassins. "You know. This room hasn't been used for centuries. The last man who was here was a Red King, whose name is unknown, but whose horrors and massacres are still remembered. The King of Winter and North of that time, after defeating him, decided to make him taste these tremendous ... torture instruments. So, before we begin. Tell me who sent you?"
But the leader spit in his face and began to laugh. Cleaning his face, Jon began to laugh too, "You think I'm kidding, don't you?" he said, starting to take off his tunic, not wanting to mess it up. Taking the first instrument, which looked like a kind of pliers, he said, "The old Kings of Winter weren't honourable, you know? And sometimes, when the enemies didn't want to talk, they used torture. I have never used this place, but I don't really digest the threats and attacks to my family and especially to my bride. So, I'm asking you for the last time, who sent you?" But the boss kept laughing. "You're a tough guy, aren't you? Let's see how long you'll last when I start using these weapons."
Jon feels the blood of the wolf and dragon boil inside him, anger growing inside him, and taking the upper hand.
He began to rip a nipple out from the leader's chest, and he screamed, and then laughed again. And Jon moved on to the other nipple, and he continued to laugh, between sobs. " Well!" Jon shouted, but the boss was still laughing. "I think it's time to increase the pain, but to become more practical I'll use it on your other comrade." Taking a rolled-up knife, he stabbed one in the stomach, spinning, and twisting and then tearing it apart, until his guts came out. "I like this one. So! Nobody talks?"
The leader shouted something in some kind of code or language. " All right, then! It's time to finish with the games." Returning his attention to the leader, he began to cut off one of his ears, then rip off his nails, and cut off his fingers. The leader screamed with pain, cursing, and Jon heard the others almost burst into tears, but he couldn't stop. His anger was still controlling him. Taking a burning knife, he put it on the leader's eye, smelling the flesh of burning man, and then began to tighten the crown of iron thorns inside his head. He yelled at his throat, and Jon continued until he heard the name "Martell!" and stopped.
"What? I didn't hear you well?"
"It was Quentin Martell of Drone who sent us." And the leader began to tell him the whole plan, and everything he knew.
After some time, Jon came out of the room clean and wearing his tunic, Benjen and Arthur looked at him with horror, but he didn't care. Addressing one of the soldiers, he said, "Cut off their heads and fingers. To all of them, even the lifeless bodies. Then take wooden boxes for each one and put in the heads with their respective fingers, until they form a sun. Before sending them to Drone, come and pick up a letter that I want to send, in the leader's box. One last thing. Put the guts of the leader together with his cock and balls in another chest, destined to Prince Quentin Martell."
As he was walking through the hallway to get out of the keep, Jon heard Arthur ask, "Is it wise to step on the snake's tail, your grace?"
"They came for Danny, and they didn't want to talk. I had no choice."
"I know, but sending those chests, especially with the emblem of House Martell, may it seem like a threat?"
"Oh, but it's a threat, Arthur," replied Jon, stopping and turning towards him. "I want them to know that stepping on the tail of the wrong animal, they might soon find a very pissed wolf at their doorstep."
"Yes, but..."
"Tell me, Arthur, if it comes to that, on whose side are you going to be? You're a Dornish man, but you also sworn an oath to the Northern Crown. Can I count on your loyalty?"
"My loyalty is unquestionable, your grace. It doesn't matter where I come from. You are my sister's son. A sister whom I love very much. I would never betray Ashara's trust, respect, and love. Neither yours. When you were born I was the first one to swear to you eternal loyalty and to protect you at the cost of my own life, and I do not intend to break it. I have sworn it on the blood that flows in my veins. The same that flows in yours too."
Jon smiled, and putting his hand on Arthur's shoulder, he said "I know Arthur. And I apologize for doubting you. But Quentin Martell will try to kidnap again, Danny. His obsession won't stop until he has her. We both know that when his father dies, he will send his army to the North. A Martell army, and within which there will be members of your house, marching."
"And we will send them back to the abyss from which they have come."
Jon nodded, resuming the walk towards the outside. "You can go now and switch."
When he arrived at the courtyard, Jon saw that Danny and Arya were still training. Danny was improving, but still had a long way to go. She was so beautiful, her hair was braided in a tail, except for a handful of hairs that were falling on her chest, on both sides. She was wearing the same tight training suit that showed off her curves, especially her breast and ass. Observing her, his gaze landed on her ass, and thinking about what he would like to do to her, he felt becoming hard. When Daenerys noticed his presence, she lost her concentration and balance, ending up on the ground.
With the training sword pointed at her throat, Arya said, "You were distracted, and you lost your concentration. In battle, you'd be already dead." Extending her hand, she helps her get up and added, "It doesn't matter who's in the courtyard or on the battlefield. The only thing that should interest you is the enemy. Your life depends on that. Do you understand me, Daenerys?" And she nodded.
Jon clapped, and when she turned towards him, she ran towards him, jumping into his arms, with her legs around his waist, and he put his hands under her ass not to let her fall, and she began to kiss him hungrily. Jon was taken aback by this bold gesture, and above all, he became embarrassed by the attention they might attract. Dany wasn't usually like this, and this month he started to know her. But recently it has all changed.
Putting her down Jon asked, "To what do I owe this beautiful kiss?"
She began to turn red and looking down shyly, replied, "Yesterday, because of the attack, I couldn't thank you for protecting me from the assassins."
Leaning toward her, he kissed her again on the lips and said, " You're welcome?"
"Hey lovebirds. If you want to continue with all this lovemaking, you should go back to your rooms. There's still a chance of children running through here, and I don't want them to be shocked by this new discovery of yours," said Arya as she headed toward the Keep.
They both giggled, and then made their way to the Godswood. There, Jon asked the Old Gods for forgiveness for his today's actions and heard Danny ask, "Did you find out who sent the assassins?"
Sighing, Jon sat on the trunk of the Weirdwood. "Yes. They were sent by Quentin Martell of Dorne."
And he saw that Daenerys had widened eyes.
"The killer told me that the prince has a real obsession with you and that he does not intend to give up. And that his father satisfies his every whim."
"Oh, Jon..."
Seeing the fear and shock on Daenerys' face, Jon said, "Know this, Danny, that if they want to get you, they'll have to pass over my body. As long as I'm alive, no one will hurt you."
He waited for her answers or for a smile, but he didn't get anything. Instead, she sat in his lap, with her legs on each side, and taking his face in her hands, she began to kiss him on the lips, passionately. Jon was shocked for the second time by her boldness, and he felt her moving in his lap, kissing him, and he grabbed her ass, beginning to rub. It was so nice to touch her almost intimately, her ass was so perfect. But because of her movements in his lap, Jon felt becoming hard and decided to break the passionate kiss.
She seemed surprised and when he said that he had important business to do with the council, she started to get up with a disappointed look.
When she was about to leave, Jon grabbed her hand and said, "Wait, Dany. We need to talk about something very important."
"What is it about?" she asked, looking at him.
"In two days I will leave for the wall and I don't know when I will be back. This means that until my return you will rule, as Queen in the North, with your father's help."
But Daenerys instead of being happy with this and smiling at him, or hugging him, she furrowed her eyebrows, and with fiery and furious eyes, she replied, "And have you decided all this behind my back, Jon? Without consulting me?" As she came closer, she added, "Have you decided to go to the most dangerous place in the world, without first talking to me? So the words you just told me are all lies."
"Dany..."
"No. Jon. When you decided, you didn't think about what could happen to me if you could die at the wall. Not having consumed the marriage, I am an easy prey for your stepmother. You just thought about becoming a hero." Turning around, she began to walk towards the exit, but Jon grabbed her by the arm again. It was at that moment that turning around, she slapped him on the face and then ran away with crying.
Jon didn't understand why she behaved like this. A month ago she hated him, and now, since after their first dinner, she wants to kiss, hug, hold hands and above all she wants cuddles. These things were new to Jon, but he didn't know what was wrong with her. She wasn't in love with him, but she wanted this kind of attention.
Shaking his head, he began to head towards the exit and saw Viserys and Dacey, waiting for him.
"Viserys, Viserys. I really don't understand the women." Said Jon, gaining a look from Dacey.
Viserys responded chuckling, looking towards Dacey, "No, your grace. But it seems that they understand us." And Jon burst in laughs.
"My sister makes you insane, your grace?"
"You don't know how much. One moment she's happy, then upset."
"She is like that. You can't do anything about it. But she'll get over it. She does this when she loves someone or likes something, and usually, she doesn't stop until she gets it."
Jon nodded, knowing that he was right. Because he knew Dany more than anyone. Lord Aerys told him a lot about his family and especially about his daughter. And he knew that she and Vis were very close, because of the small difference of age between them.
But he decided to put these thoughts aside and focus on matters concerning the north.
Then he headed towards the Council room to discuss his expedition plan, and see if there is any news of Robb.