Chapter 55: Impulsivity

Volantis…

Theon Greyjoy POV

"I weight you…500 volanteen honours," his opponent said, throwing the coins in the middle of the table while covering his dice with the other.

"Agreed," Theon replied, pushing his part, smirking, and glancing at his dice for a moment before covering them again. He had a very lucky hand this time from his part at least, and he could see how desperate his opponent was for wanting to win, by how sweated he got and how much wine he was drinking, that by now for sure was already clouding his mind. So smirking, he said, "Two threes."

Rising his for a sneak, the man said, with confidence, "Three threes."

"Four threes."

"Five threes."

Now it was the time to blurt the lucky number he has of four sixes, and so smirking while leaning against the table, said, "Five sixes."

"Liar," hissed the men, displaying a smirk on his face, but he, smirking from his part, uncovered the dices, and those who were there gasped in surprise, before whispering and starting to laugh at his opponent.

He started to laugh too, dragging the coins to him, but the man, throwing his chair away, grabbing the axe cut in half the table, making the coins fall to the crowd and roll. At that, he with a spin, pulled out his sword, cutting the man's hand and making the axe fall

To the rightful queen of the Iron Islands,

Your uncle Euron Greyjoy left the iron islands with only the silence, heading north, while your uncle Victarion, tasked with bringing how a magical horn, is heading to Clow island. Pyke is free to be taken without force if you will come before your uncle returns.

Your most trusted servant.

These were magnificent news that he needed to refer to his sister at once. But first, the coins from the ground, he needs to pick them up, after all, he won them.

"Yara! We need to talk!" He said, bursting in her room only to find her in the moment of an act with a girl whore pleasuring her between the legs while she was sucking Qarl's cock, and with the other stroking that damn Tris. Slamming the door, he angrily said. "We. Need. To. Talk."

She groaned in annoyance stopping from what she was doing and sighing, said, "Out!"

The ones who were there immediately took their clothes and run out of the room, but not before the two men had kissed Yara.

When his sister got up all naked and headed towards the table to fill herself a goblet of volanteen wine, he immediately looked down, not wanting to see his sister naked forms, because he was still distraught because of what he saw a few moments before.

"So? Why are you standing there like a scared maiden? Open your fucking mouth and tell why you are here before I open you from cock to guts for interrupting my pleasure!"

"Can you put something on?"

"No. And rise your fucking head and look at me."

"No. I don't want-" but an axe immediately passed near his ear and stick in the wood door. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!" He shouted touching his ear to see if there was blood.

His sister with a dagger in hand, all naked, rushed towards him, ping him to the door, and the blade of the dagger at his throat. He could feel the sharpness almost slicing him and feel some drops of blood, stream down.

Dropping the dagger and inserted her hand in his breeches, grabbing his cock very tight, and leaning she mumbled, "If I wanted to kill you I would have aimed for your shit head," before starting to squeeze him so tight that made him groan in pain and tears fall down. He immediately slowly rose his hand with the scroll, and she released his cock, before kicking him in the balls, and making him fall to the floor, moving away, swaying.

He lay there for a few moments, hurt and ashamed, holding himself between legs because of his aching cock and balls, that he could no longer feel.

"Who the fuck give you this, Theon?" his sister asked, returning to him, and bending down, while he was still rolling on the floor. "Theon," she said, grabbing his face and making him look at her. "Who gave you this?"

"One of our men," he barely whispered. "He said…someone…else gave him that at the harbour…."

"Fuck!" she mumbled, helping him up while still naked and heading towards the window.

He on the other hand, still avoiding staring at her headed towards the table, limping, to drink some wine that may extinguish his pain. Gulping he asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't know. Need to think. But first I need to finish what I started," she said, still at the window, squeezing the scroll. "Go and tell them to return. And while you are there, make sure to ask a whore to take care of your cock."

"Fuck you!" he said starting to limp towards the door.

"If you want, get on the bed, and let's do it. Though, I doubt that that tiny cock of yours would even satisfy a maiden, much less me."

He mumbled another fuck you, before slamming the door behind him and heading to another room, limping.

Casterly Rock…

Tywin Lannister POV

"From the snowy lands of the north to the sandy expanses of Dorne the bards sing of the Winter King who returned from the Realm of the Dead to defend his homeland, defeating an army of southrons at Moat Cailin at the head of an army made giants and at the same time quelled a rising rebellion," said the Spider, Master of his spies, placing a scroll on the table from his sleeves.

"Stories for little children that I don't care about," Tywin replied, taking a sip, clearing his throat. "Now what about the Reach and Dorne?"

"Your grace, with all respect, I think we should continue to discuss regarding the matter of the northern," The spider addressed him, and Tywin, turning at him, replied, "I said that I do not care about the lies that come from the North, Lord Varys. The boy-king is dead. This is just a futile attempt from his young and weak wife to keep the southrons at bay and out of the North."

"What if they are true, your grace?" said his brother, Kevan.

"They aren't. And you all may have forgotten, but we have more important things to do than listening to these bards. Now, Lord Varys. What news from Oldtown?"

"My little birds informed me that the tower bends the knee to the golden lion," the spider said, and Tywin nodded, stroking his chin, hearing Littlefinger, joke, "It seems that within the vast number of books the Old Man of Oldtown has found no sorceries to win the war."

"I doubt that he knows any of it, Lord Baelish," replied the king, glancing at him, and not wanting to hear such nonsense. "But I do not doubt that seduction is his weapon of choice."

"Seduction through whom, your grace, if I may ask?"

"His daughter, of course. As far as I remember, he still has an unmarried daughter, besides the mad one, and who goes by the name of Lynesse Hightower. I'm sure he will try to use her to seduce Jaime," the king replied, though he doubts it. That fool of his son was too in love with his wife at the moment, though on one hand, it was good, but on the other hand, they can't use her against her father with that. "What about the other kingdoms?"

"With half of the army defeated by the Northern, the Riverlands will submit to Prince Gerion easily," Kevan replied, hiding a smile behind his seriousness.

"And my spies have informed me of continuing tensions with rebel lords and wars with the Mountain Clans in the Vale."

"Apparently your stratagems worked, your grace."

"Yes, and now you Baelish will go in secret to the vale, accompanied by a Lannister of course, and will draw to our cause the unpleased lords," he said, taking a sip, before shifting in his seat, and changing position. The Lord of the fingers nodded with his usual smirk on the face, and now that half Westeros was almost his, he decides to turn his attention to the Stormlands and his grandson with his daughter Cersei. "Now that the Riverlands the Reach, the Vale, and Dorne are technically ours, I want to drift our attention to a more important matter than tales of dragons and sorcerers. The Stormlands."

"My little birds just informed me that your grandson the King sailed from the Stormlands with a small fleet, heading to King's Landing."

"So that fool boy decide to claim the Iron Throne?" asked Kevan unpleased by this news, as he was aware of the truth too, about Joffrey parentage.

"He married the Lord's daughter a fortnight ago and now he is heading towards the Red City. Safe sources have revealed, and I say in his own words: "I am Aegon the Dragon reborn"."

"He is just a fool boy who thinks himself a conqueror," he replied, "but nevertheless some lords are still loyal to him thanks to his grants. Lord Varys. This falls on you to spread his misdeeds between the lords, break alliances, and start the inner rebellions.

"With pleasure."

"Now everyone leaves except Kevan."

The council immediately got up, heading towards the door and out, and once the only ones inside the room were him and Kevan, getting up, with a goblet in hand and moving towards the window, Tywin said, "Joffrey and Cersei made a deal with the Iron bank for a loan."

"Then we need to do something otherwise he may hire soldiers, and buy the more ambitious lords."

"Yes. We will do something, but not because of this reason since I doubt he is wise enough in this regard, but rather regarding the fact that we need more gold beside the one coming from our mines," he replied, taking a sip, and turning to his brother. "You will sail today for Dorne."

"May I ask why?"

"Tyrion," he replied, taking another sip to swallow the biter admission, he is going to say now. "He is the only one that can draw the Iron Bank to our cause."

"Then that is what I should do at once. I will replace Tyrion with the savages, and he will leave for Braavos," his brother said, getting up and leaving the chambers, and him, after finishing his goblet, he left the room too. He needs to make a visit to that new value prisoner that recently arrived and didn't get the chance to speak.

Margaery Tyrell POV

The rooms she was given were very comfortable, despite not having large, bright windows like in Highgarden. The king had not yet visited her since she was brought here, but the only face she saw was that of the usual servant.

But the more time she spent in this room, the more she feels going crazy because having no news of her family and of what happened to them, since the last time she heard of the news about her homeland was that Jaime Lannister was besieging Highgarden. But now, no one wanted to tell her about their fate.

Suddenly she hears the door being unlocked and immediately got up from the bed in a sitting position, and when it's opened, she saw a tall, slender, and broad-shouldered man enter. He was old, maybe in his late fifty, as the white hairs were showing, but no less intimidatory. On him, he was wearing dark clothes, but displaying proudly the golden lion on a red field. He must be the king.

Closing the door behind him, and heading towards the table, the man, leaned against it, and gazing at her with his pale green eyes that were flecked with gold, said, "I hope these rooms are comfortable for you, Princess Margaery."

"They are your grace. Thank you," she replied, smiling, and standing up, making a reverence. Her grandmother had always taught her that a smile disguised the plots.

A few moments in silence passed between them as they looked at one another, and she could feel her heart race in her chest, while she squeezed her hand to avoid showing their flickering.

"Are you afraid of me, Princess?"

"No. Should I be?"

"No. For I will not harm you if that is what you have been thinking from the moment you were taken prisoner."

"Actually, from that moment the only thing that I was concerned of, was my family's fate," she replied, before bowing in thankful, "But I thank you, your grace, for this assurance."

"No harm doesn't mean that you will be safe from a possible marriage, Princess Margery," the Old King said, in a stern expression.

"Never expected less, your grace. Since now, I supposed you are the King of the Reach, and that makes you my king too. It's my duty to obey your will."

"Good. As for your family. I must inform you that you are the last Tyrell from the main branch," the King replied, moving towards her, as she tried to keep her composure and not break down in tears. "In the following weeks, I will inform you about the man that you will marry."

"Thank you grace," she replied, smiling, as he left, and once the door closed, she let herself fall to the floor, in a silent sob in her palms. Her family was destroyed. Her dear grandmother and mother dead. Her brothers, dead. She couldn't believe that now was alone. She vowed to herself that King Tywin will pay for what he did. She will be silent and patient, from this day on till the right moment of revenge. But she swore on the Seven that he will pay.

The Vale...

Harrold Harding POV

Another battle he had fought and another victory he had won, this time against the damn Mountain clans who are refusing to bend the knee and swear allegiance to him, as King of the Mountains and Vale. He really didn't know how long he will still be able to withstand this kind of shit. For every rebellion, he quells, another arises. His men, despite loving to fight are starting to get tired, and the number of loose increases. Soon he won't be able to withstand invasions from the outside should they try.

"We need to do something regarding the rising distress, your grace," Yohan Royce, his hand of the King and father in law said, approaching him, as Harrold was leaning against the table where there was a small basin.

"I'm trying to think of something, Lord Royce, but till Lysa Tully and her bastard is alive someone will always try to challenge my rule."

"We need allies, your grace. Powerful allies."

"Who, lord Royce?" he asked, turning to the old man, crossing the arms in front of his breastplate. "Tell me who will help us without asking me to bend the knee?"

"The North," replied the man, and Harrold burst in laugh at the nonsense of the old man. Shaking his head, he moved away, towards the entrance of the tent, seeing his men there resting, and laughing between them. "Look at this, my king," Royce said, pulling out a scroll, and adding, "The young King in the north with his king defeated the army coming from the Riverlands. And they have dragons."

"Dragons?" he looked at him immediately with shock, seeing the Lord of Runestone nod and swallowing, reply with his high and powerful voice, "The dragon came from the sky streaming a wave of fire on the enemies that were attacking the fortress.

"A dragon," Harrold mumbled to himself, crossing the arms behind his back and imaging those magnificent beasts at his service. "Who is their Maester?"

"The Queen in the North."

"Gather some men and send them to the north. Kidnap the queen and bring her to the Eyre," Harrold replied, grinning, and at that moment, he saw some of his men escort three mountains clans warriors, those who were for sure the clan leaders.

"Kneel your wildlings scum!" said one of the soldiers, hitting them with the spear. Two. Fell to their knees, but the third, the one that was the tallest and the most intimidating didn't. On contrary, he punched the soldier so hard that made him fly backward a few steps.

His falconguards immediately pulled out their sword, but he stopped them, "Hold your weapon."

Approaching them, Harrold said, "Why do you want to be my enemy when we can be allies and protect the Vale together?"

The tall leader said something in an incomprehensible language, before spitting to the ground, which was a good answer to what he was saying.

"If I fall, you will be all dead. King Tywin Lannister is trying to take over Westeros and he soon will turn his attention on us," Harrold started, not knowing if the mountain clan leader was understanding him or no, but moving a few steps away, he said to the guards, "Take them away." Before heading back inside his tent and get ready to return to the Eyrie.

The reach…

Willas Tyrell POV

Step after step he moved slowly through the forest, bow in hand and nocked arrow, looking up to see if there was any trace of a bird prey, ready to be killed and eaten. And there it was, crouching on a tree, and Willas, taking the aim, shoot the arrow, hitting the target. He cheered to himself, seeing a great big beautiful pheasant fall.

But suddenly, as he approached his prey, Willas heard rustling in the nearest bushes and, dropping his bow to the ground, he drew his dagger out, approaching slowly and as quietly as possible. A dirty man appeared, crawling from them, as Willas said, pointing his dagger, "Who are you?"

The man looked at him, with widened eyes, and tried to get up, only to fall again, mumbling something, but Willas moved a few steps backwards. He didn't know what to do, since he didn't have his sword with him, but said again, "Who are you?"

"Hightower, my lord. Baelor is my name…I didn't do it….it wasn't my fault…. I…. I…."

Hightower? Baelor? Seven Gods. Willas immediately bends down to help the man up. "What happened to you, Baelor?" he asked, as they slowly were moving towards a trunk, where to make him sit, and rest a bit.

"I…We marched on Highgarden…. There was a battle…I…We lost but…." He stammered and stopped to swallow, resting against the tree, before continuing. "I was prisoners by…I don't even know who they were. The only thing I know is that there was a banner with a green hand in some ruins."

"Ruins. Green hand," Willas said, thinking about it, not knowing what it was supposed to mean, but looking down at the man, he said, "Highgarden fell. Oldtown too. House Lannister now rules these lands."

"My family? What of them?"

"Alive, for now," he replied, helping him up. "Come. I'm sure my mother will be very glad at seeing that you are alive," he said to his cousin, as they slowly started to head in the direction where they were hiding but never losing sight of his surroundings.

Old town…

Jaime Lannister POV

"Father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger,"

"I am hers, and she is mine,"

"I am his, and he is mine,"

"From this day, until the end of my days."

And the newly married couple exchanged a kiss before turning towards them, smiling, albeit forcibly. He glanced at Lord Redwyn who had a serious expression on his face, with a sealed jaw and hand behind his back. Still unhappy because of what he got with this marriage. Almost nothing, but only because he had no power in that.

"So, this marriage is sealing the alliance between the reach and your kingdom, Am I wrong?"

"No, Lord Hightower. Though I can see that not everyone is pleased with this marriage."

"Oh, they will come to terms," Hightower replied, "but, regarding my house, I thank on its behalf for giving back my son-"

"I didn't. Ser and Ser, both will go to Casterly Rock when the ship with the lords will sail in a fortnight."

"With all due respect, Prince Jaime, I can't let that happen," the Old Lord said, turning fully to him, but he, glancing at the lord with a smirk, said, "Your daughter Lynesse will to leave Oldtown, while your mad one will join the sept."

"I cannot accept that," the Lord said, between clenched teeth, and furrowed eyebrows.

"It's not up to you to accept or no," he said, before leaving the spot, following as everyone was leaving too, but feeling the Lord's glares on him, but didn't care much. He has a war to win and a new land to conquer before turning his attention on the Stormlands, where his sister was, and his bastard son ruled.

Leyton Hightower POV

The moonlight shone high in the sky, making it glow and at the same time being covered by its darkness. The fire of the high tower was a beacon for the ships in the distance and served as a reminder that even if conquered, the Old City was not broken. The lion could wave its red and gold flag as much as he wanted, but it was to the high tower that the old men would turn their attention.

"It is not acceptable that the lion should rule undisturbed upon our lands, my lord. Or that he takes our sons and daughters captive without opposition."

"If your swords had been as sharp as your tongue, Lady Victaria, then perhaps the lion's banner would not be flying over our heads at this time," the Seneschal of the Citadel, one of his greatest supporters, intervened.

"Perhaps the error was in entrusting the command to a man who had no great warfare experience," Lord Beesbury replied.

"No, my Lords and Lady. The mistake was mine in entrusting a greenboy with a man's duty. I apologize for that mistake. I should have realized that the Lion would have demanded so much, and that my youngest son would have had no way of opposing it."

Silence fell over the darkened hall, and taking a sip of Arbor wine, he heard Lord Redwyn ask, "What shall we do then? House Tyrell is almost dead with the only member alive being held prisoner in the Rock."

"We wait, my lord. There is nothing else we can do. We wait and accept their demands," he said, lying of course, because he has a plan in working right now.

The North...

Different POV

Armed with swords, spears, and bows. With iron chains, poisons, and ropes. And backed by a hundred men, he was heading north-west, dipping in the Wolfswood searching for the beast who has terrorized his people since his departure for the Dreadfort, or at least following the witch Seastar. But his mind as well as his heart were still at uneasy because of how things went in the end with Daenerys last time they saw each other. She didn't even want to see him before his departure and didn't even let him see their children and say his goodbyes, knowing that he may not return.

"If you want to survive this expedition Jon Stark, you need to have your mind free of worries, because should the plan not work, the dragon will absorb all your feelings," the sorceress said, and he nodded returning his gaze forward.

"Here!" he heard someone shout, and urged his horse in that direction, before getting down immediately once he was there. He could see trails of frozen blood heading in every direction, and frozen dead bodies of people and animals around. It seemed the dragon was recently going to hunt, and he was around here.

"Get ready," he said to the men, who got down from their horse too, and started to unfold the iron nests and gabbing the grappling with the ropes, while the others came to take away the horses. "I still don't understand why you are here, my lady. You don't have the candles with you-"

"I don't need the candles for what we will face, and don't think that the candles show everything or can be used on everyone. On you, for example, I can't use them. I can't make you fall for me."

He started to laugh at that shaking his head and moving away said, "Indeed, that is beyond you, Lady Seastar. More powerful forces have tried to seduce me, but have failed because my heart is pure and committed." And in that same moment, for an instant, his mentor and his greatest enemy to come appeared in his mind. The distance pulled him out of his thoughts and taking a long breath, taking the shield from his back, waved to the man to scatter so that they won't be an easy target of the dragon.

A few miles away…

Hiding from behind the tree, she peaked seeing the dragon feast on the bodies, as all around him was radiating coldness, and ice coming from his mouth. She rose a mist to cover the coming of the men and their scent, but this was a bad idea since she doubts, they could see the dragon.

Suddenly a crack could be heard, and the dragon immediately released a loud roar, as the King waved to the men to throw the rope to catch the dragon, who immediately started to rise in the sky.

The men tried to take him down again, in vain as he frees himself and starts to fly all around, releasing a wave of ice all around them, and she fell to the ground, after seeing an Ice bolt came towards her. "You are welcome, the boy king said, after he saved her.

"You need to warg in him."

"Yes. Tell me something I don't know," the boy replied, kneeling, with hand raised as his eyes went white, and she hoped that he would succeed in the task because she didn't really know what else could be done, as the dragon was coming towards them at great speed from the sky.

She was looking outside the window of the chariot, On the road towards Dragon castle. They have left a few hours ago, but the castle wasn't too far. She was still so angry with Jon because of his actions and impulsively she took their children and left that dreadful city that they call a capital to head towards her home.

"I'm disappointed in you daughter. Dragons don't fly away from danger scared like little lizards," said her mother, breaking her thoughts.

"Spare me your little lecture, mother. I don't have the patience to hear them and neither cares about them," she replied, dismissing the topic at its birth, not wanting to talk, as she glanced at her daughter, seeing her still sleeping in the little furs, that were on the benches.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and she heard screams coming from the outside. Glancing at her mother, she immediately took her daughter in the arms, holding the baby girl with one hand, while resting the other hand on the hilt of the sword. With a hammering heart, full of fear for her little children, she felt tears come down as her mother come quickly to sit next to her, holding little Aeinon and in that moment a man appears at the door of the carriage, only to be immediately killed by her brother Rhaegar, as her children start crying.

She heard him shout something as the carriage started to move fast, while outside there were clashing of swords and creams. Her mother wraps her arm around her shoulders, "Everything will be all right, Dany."

And she nodded, hugging her daughter to the chest. But just a few moments later, the carriage stopped abruptly, as it sank in a hole, breaking. Before she could get out and try to run away, she saw armed men appear at the broken doors, and one of them point the sword at her mother, saying, "Out or I will cut her throat."

She obeyed immediately, leaving the sword, not wanting for her children to get harmed, and squeezing her daughter to the chest, getting out from the chariot, followed right behind by her bother with Aeinon.

Outside, the men who were escorting them were all dead, and she looked around in search of her brother and Dacey, who was with them, but it seems there was no sign of them.

"Move!" she heard the same man say, as he pushed her forward. She tried to concentrate, with closed eyes, as she was moving forward to call her dragon. She still didn't know how strong their bond was but prayed to the Old Gods that it will work.

Suddenly, she was pushed to the ground and tried to land in a way not to hurt her baby, as she tried to hush her daughter, while her mother tried to do the same with Aeinon, after being pushed to the ground too.

The man who spoke before, now turning to the others, said, "Make sure that everyone is dead and get ready to ride towards the eastern coast."

"Who are you?" she asked, shielding her daughter with the cloak.

"Sellswords. Cutthroats. Bandits. Traitors. Whatever you want," the man replied, bending. "And you are Daenerys of House Targaryen Queen consort in the North of King Jon of House Stark, a dangerous man from what I heard, but a weak one since he leaves his little queen and his heirs unprotected."

"Who sent you?" his mother asked, spitting with venom.

"You will find out soon, my lady," the men replied, grabbing her mother's chin, and licking his lips, grinning, before returning his attention to her. Pulling up his hood, he grabbed her little crying daughter from her arms, and she immediately tried to get up screaming and attack the man, but he slapped her hard with the back of the hand, making her fall. "Stay down, bitch!" and once she regained, Daenerys looked at the man with hatred, caressing her burning cheek, as he said to another, "Take the boy too."

"No!" she screamed, trying to get up again, but he slapped her again before giving her a kick in the stomach, making her gasp, and hold her belly, as the other man took her son and push her mother. Suddenly, as she was holding herself, she felt a pain in her belly, and blood comes down her legs, as dizziness was starting to take over her for a moment. She knew very well what was happening, but didn't want to believe it.

A roar came from the sky, as she tried to recover, and looking up she saw Syrax, come down and start to burn everything and everyone in his way. There were screams, shouts, but she heard the man shout, "Stop your dragon, or I will kill your daughter!"

Clenching her teeth, and with tears falling down her cheek, she tried to get up, helped by a man and screamed her dragon's name "Syrax!" but was useless as she keeps mauling and burning on her way towards them. "Keligon, Syrax! Keligon!"

And the dragon finally stopped from ravaging everything, but never stopped from growling, as she, looking, at the man, said, "Give my babies back now," not bearing their crying and blaming herself for what happened.

"Not yet, little whore. From this day you are my prisoners," he replied, before waving to the men, who started to shoot at her dragon, and who was roaring in pain, trying to oppose their attack, but they seem to want to immobilize her with the chains.

"Stop! Leave her alone!" she said in tears and trying to free herself, but in vain, feeling a hit and falling to the ground as darkness cloud her mind.

They light a bonfire for the night, as they camped in the Wolfswood. The dragon calmed down since the last time and because of his warging power that tried to keep the beast a bay. An arduous task it was, costing many lives, but everything was worth the price. Now, this dragon was on their side, and despite being an unstable one, was a valuable ally against the southron armies that will come soon. He was sure.

Sighing, and throwing another branch into the fire, his mind returned to Winterfell. And to the last evening he had spent with Daenerys. No matter how much he tries to not think about that, in his mind it always appears the angry and hurt expression she had towards him. But he vowed himself that from now on, they will take decisions together and that he will no longer risk his life in suicidal missions and will no longer make her suffer these pains. She doesn't deserve them.

"These nights are dark and cold, aren't they?" he heard the sorceress ask, making him drift the gaze from the fire to her. She was lying on furs and covering herself with one.

"Yes, they are. But the bonfire is warming our bones and protecting us from the coldness."

"You know, there are far much better ways to warm each other. More pleasant and enjoyable," she said grinning and playing with a stroke of her silver-gold hairs.

He chuckled, shaking his head, knowing perfectly what she was referring to, and as he glanced at his men who were a few steps away, replied, "I thank you for your offer, Lady Seastar, but I must refuse it."

"Why? Don't you find me beautiful?"

"On the contrary, my Lady. You are a very beautiful woman, and in another life, I may have accepted such a proposal on such cold and dark nights. But not in this one. My heart, as well as my body, belongs to only one woman." And looking towards her, he added, "One who is much more beautiful than you, without denying your beauty, of course."

"Is that so?" she asked, purring, and rising up, before approaching in a sensual way, crawling like a cat. His eyes shamefully drifted lower to her opening in the top dress, that was showing a glimpse of her breast, but he felt unaffected by her.

Do you really don't want me?" she asked again, bringing her hands up his legs, and purring trying to seduce him, but he, grabbing her shoulder, said, "Unaffected," pushing her away, who groaned in frustration.

Suddenly he heard horses whinnying and galloping in the distance, approaching their camp, and immediately shoot to his feet, grabbing his swords, saying to the woman next to him, "Stay behind me, my lady."

"Your grace! My King," he heard a man say, getting down from his horse, and quickly approach him, The Queen. She… the carriage on which she was traveling was attacked on the road to the Dragon Castle. All the guards, dead-"

"What about the queen?"

"There is no sign of her, your grace. Neither of your children and of-" but he didn't let Jory finish, running to his horse, and jumping on it, riding away quickly. He heard the sorceress shout at him something, but he didn't turn, riding towards Winterfell that was hours away and night was covering his way.

Hours later…

Not feeling the cold or the tiredness, exhausting the horse to its last strength, he finally reached Winterfell, while the horse collapsed to the ground, panting. The stableman immediately ran to the steed, while he got up and ran across the restless courtyard, full of soldiers and people, towards the keep and that was leading to the great hall. But before he could reach his destination, he bumped into his mother on the way.

"Jon," she said, trying to stop him, but he, pushing her aside, kept on running until he reached his destination, and once there he saw that it was full of soldiers and some of his lords.

"What the Hell happened!" he shouted, panting, as everyone turned towards him.

"Your grace," they bowed, greeting him, but Lord Aerys, leaning against the table and with a sour expression said, "They took them on the way to the Dragon Castle and-"

"No shit tell me something I don't know," he angrily cut him off. "Why the fuck are you still her and not out there in their search?!" he asked, pointing the hand outside, as his chest and shoulders were moving at the rhythm of his breathing, and his whole body was almost shaking in anger.

"We don't know where they are, Jon."

"I don't give a shit if you know or not. Search all the fucking north for them. And warn the damn harbors to send ships along the shores!" he screamed with a voice so high, that he was sure the Wall itself shakes. "What are you waiting?!"

And they all leave the Hall in a hurry for sure, fearing his anger and what he may do, but he, looking towards Lord Aerys, said, "Why did you let her go?"

"I could do nothing, Jon. You know how she is. And remember that my wife is prisoner too. And my heir is lying in the bed with death at his doorstep."

"I don't give a shit. This is your fault!"

"It's yours too for being a reckless boy who doesn't think of the consequences!" Lord Aerys say back, this time it was the old man to raise his voice, as Jon was glaring at him for a moment, before turning away, seeing the commander of the unsullied standing there.

"Grey Worm. Gather the unsullied and start marching towards west. We will sail from there to Dorne for war," he said to the Commander, who bowed without hesitation leaving.

"Jon. Don't do it. We don't know if it was Dorne to do such a thing."

"It was Quentyn fucking Martell and his Dothraki scum who kidnaped her and my children," he replied approaching the silver-golden-haired man. "If war is what Dorne wants. Then war is what they will have. I will bring such a cruel winter upon them that their balls will freeze."

With these last words of war, he left the hall. He will need to find Tormund and demand that fifty giants fought for him in these expeditions and then to the great Maester, to make him aware of the plan and that he need to gather the lords here to protect Winterfell.