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Jon VII
Jon yawned as he walked into the small council room at Winterfell to join the meeting with Sansa, Arya, Tormund and Maester Wolkan the next morning, he had to admit he was tired and sore. He'd spent the previous day with Sansa on the back of Drogon, calling the banners with the local houses, then after being discovered by Arya last night, he and Sansa had gone on to get to know one another a little more intimately, and then four more times after that. Today he was going to face a far longer dragon ride and his riding partner wasn't quite so pretty, despite also having red hair. He also felt a little guilty about not involving Tyrion in their meeting, but as Sansa pointed out, he wasn't a member of her or Jon's council, nor was he a member of the family.
"Bad night brother?" Arya asked as he walked up to the table.
"I ache from riding Drogon." Jon explained.
"Are you sure it's not from you being ridden?" Arya snorted just as Sansa walked into the room, when she immediately stopped.
"Your Grace." Maester Wolkan bowed his head, being the only one who was obliged to say it, but both Jon and Arya bowed their head to her in reverence. Even Tormund gave a slight nod.
Sansa nodded back. "Good morning. Maester Wolkan." she looked over to the Maester who pulled out an enormous map and rolled it out over the table, while Jon and Arya helped pin it down with weights.
"I've just been to see Horan. He's still warging into Ghost. He was able to come out for half an hour last night and have some food before going back with no problem. He's taking him to Eastwatch, hopefully he'll get him past the wall." Tormund told them while they straightened the map out.
"Thank you Tormund." Jon nodded. "Arya, show us how you got here."
Arya pointed to a spot on the Last River, just before the Lonely Hills. "This is where I got off two days ago." she told them. "I made my way here by stopping off at a farm around there." she pointed to an unmarked spot on the map. "Ser Davos is taking the ship as far up river as he can so that he can join the Kingsroad."
"The river narrows just before it hits the Wolfswood." Jon pointed to a point where the line representing the river began to get thinner. "He wouldn't be able to sail up there. There's a small path at the side of the river, no more than two abreast." he turned to Arya. "How many men?" he asked.
"About a hundred and twenty." Arya replied.
"Not too many then." Tormund complained.
"About thirty miles or so, they should be at the Kingsroad anytime soon." Jon agreed. "It's not like they're marching a full army. We'll look out for them as we head to Castle Black."
"How many have you raised so far?" Arya asked.
"About fifteen hundred." Sansa replied. "Plus the men here which is another two hundred. But we haven't called House's Dustin, Flint and Reed. There's nothing left of House Talhart."
"Would House's Flint and Dustin fight with us? They fought with the Bolton's." Jon asked.
"They bent the knee and pledged fealty last year." Sansa told him. "I think they owe us."
"They would take a while to get her." Jon sighed. "All of them would. We need them to gather in places where we can have them attack from both sides.
"How many Unsullied?" Tormund asked.
"I reckon there's about two thousand." Jon said. "But they'll bet better armed and admittedly, they're better soldiers. We need to outnumber them by two to one to stand a chance."
"Unless we have mounted soldiers, who will fuck over the best soldier. How many have you got?" Tormund asked.
"Two hundred." Sansa replied.
"None of ours will be on horseback." Arya shook her head.
"Like lambs to the fucking slaughter." Tormund shook his head.
"I really don't want the Freefolk involved. These aren't out lands." Jon frowned.
"You are our King. We chose you, we fucking fight for you." Tormund insisted. "If you'd have been north of the wall, the Unsullied would have destroyed us all."
"Maybe it would be for the best if I just surrendered...I..." Jon started.
"No!" came Arya and Sansa's voices in unison.
"They were coming here before you." Sansa insisted. "They forced you to come here. Don't blame yourself. They have an agenda, this is what they want you to do, but there is a bigger picture."
"If I may, I think it might be wise to bring Lord Tyrion in on this." Maester Wolkan offered. "Any war here could affect the whole of Westeros. After all, he is the hand of the King."
Jon looked at Sansa and nodded at her, he knew the Maester was right. They needed Tyrion's input, even if his knowledge was limited. Sansa turned to Maester Wolkan. "Go fetch him." she sighed.
"Your Grace." Maester Wolkan nodded and left to get Tyrion.
"We can free up five hundred Freefolk." Tormund said. "They were heading for Castle Black when I left them. They should be there by now."
"We can fly up there after the meeting." Jon nodded. "We'll be there all day. Drogon needs to feed and Eastwatch is only about an hour away, there's plenty of seals and whales up there for him to eat."
"Lot's of blubber. Should keep him well fed for a few days." Tormund laughed.
"He'll probably bring a couple of seals back with him. He should be good for at least a week." Jon told them.
"And after that?" Arya asked.
"He'll go fishing to the west." Jon said. "If he senses I'm in danger, he'll come back."
"And what would you like me to do?" Sansa asked. "I've already called the northern banners except for Flint, Reed and Dustin? Should I call for those? Do we even have time without using ravens?"
"If Tormund and I get back in time tonight, you an me can set off first thing in the mornin. But we won't be back until the day after. I can't see us doin both houses in one day, even on dragonback." Jon replied. "I did want to see how far away they were. But getting men from these houses is more important."
"The weather was shit over in the west." Arya said. "Heavy wind and rain. "It'll slow them down. I'd say we've still got another four days."
"In that time we need to gather as many men as possible. Those from the south to meet at Moat Cailin before heading up to Castle Cerwyn. I can send Drogon as the beacon to let them know to march." Jon told them. "Those from the north and west can wait at Crofters' Village. Again sending Drogon to let them know when to head to Winterfell. Let the siege begin and when the soldiers arrive surround them.."
"Take them on at night." Tormund suggested as Tyrion walked in, followed by Maester Wolkan.
"We can get into battle plans when we get back. Without numbers we can't be certain what will work." Jon said.
"What have I missed?" Tyrion asked.
"Tormund was just suggesting our armies attack the Unsullied at night." Arya grinned.
"That's not very honourable. Not exactly Stark-like. Ned wouldn't be very proud of you." Tyrion frowned.
"I'm not a Stark." Jon replied. "Dragon's don't like to play fair, a bit like lions."
"You have changed." Tyrion frowned. "Once upon a time you'd have told your enemy where and when you were going to fight them. Now you're planning a sneaky attack. I must say I'm impressed. Have you decided to burn them?" he asked.
Jon shook his head. "Isn't that what they want?"
"I doubt the Unsullied want to be burned alive." Tyrion frowned.
"Whoever is behind sending them." Jon corrected him.
Tyrion laughed. "Why would the Iron Bank want their best soldiers dead?"
"Whoever asked the Iron Bank to send them." Sansa suggested.
"I've already told you, I don't know anything." Tyrion rolled his eyes.
"Think, was there anyone else who might be pissed off that I killed Daenerys?" Jon asked.
Tyrion frowned and then smiled. "There is one person who might not be happy and he is friends with the Unsullied."
"Who?" Sansa asked.
"A man called Daario Naharis." Tyrion replied.
"Who's that?" Arya asked.
"The Dragon Queen's lover, he currently rules Meereen in her stead, although now that she's dead." Tyrion shook his head. "I thought he loved her, but I believe he loved her power even more. If it was true love, then he would be pissed off at Jon for not only killing Daenerys, but for him fucking her." he said as the entire room suddenly went silent and uncomfortable. Tyrion looked around. "What did I say? I'm only telling the truth."
"I don't think reminders of all the women Jon fucked in the past is an appropriate conversation to have in front of the Queen." Arya scolded him.
"Arya!" Sansa cried as Jon put his hands in his head.
"So what is the plan for today?" Tormund asked, either trying to diffuse the situation or was pretending to be oblivious to what was going on, to which Jon was grateful.
"Tormund and I are going north to Castle Black to rally the Freefolk, then we'll find Ser Davos." Jon said. "Maester Wolkan, I need you to make sure no ravens leave this Castle."
"Yes Your Grace." Maester Wolkan bowed his head.
"No exceptions." Jon added and the Maester nodded.
"What do you want me to do?" Arya asked.
"Look after Lord Tyrion." Jon said. "He's doing some research for me. I feel your experiences might be useful to him." he smiled as Arya flashed him a dirty look. "You can probably both help Sansa if she needs you."
"What about me?" Sansa asked.
"Pod can look after you." Jon said gently.
"I don't mean that." Sansa told him.
"You have a Castle to run." Jon replied. "You need to prepare for us to be away for a couple of days and ensure the fortifications are reinforced. Ditches are built, you know the stuff I mean. Start preparing the castle for a battle, it will start as a siege, but when your bannermen arrive, it will be war. Anyway, you need a day off from dragonriding, you can end up sore from it." the moment the words left Jon's mouth, he knew he'd made a mistake as Arya and Tormund burst into laughter, causing Sansa to blush.
"Am I missing something?" Tyrion asked.
"You can thank the seven your chambers are further down the passage. Gods I'm tired." Arya yawned and chuckled at both Jon and Sansa who were now red with embarrassment.
"Me too." Tormund agreed, faking his own yawn. "Dragonriding is already tiring me out, and it's years since I was last on the back of one the fuckers."
"Oi, pack it in." Jon threw angry looks at both Tormund and Arya. "Both of you. We're done for now. Tormund, I'll meet you at the stables in ten minutes, then we can head out to Drogon."
"Aye." Tormund nodded.
"With me." Tyrion told Arya. "I'm quite fascinated to hear about your adventures in the east. I'm especially looking forward to hearing about the dagger. Have you got it?"
Jon looked over Tyrion's head at Arya and nodded his head. "No, I don't. I kept it safe." she told him. "But I'll get it when I'm next in my chambers."
"You mean safe until you can trust me." Tyrion shook his head. "Smart girl." he added as he and Arya headed out of the room and up to the library, closely followed by Maester Wolkan, leaving Jon and Sansa alone together.
"Gods that was awful." Sansa put her head in her hands.
Jon walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I think they're having a tough time getting used to us being married. They cover it up with humour. It's how it was done in the Night's Watch." he said.
Sansa turned and faced him. "I wish you didn't have to go."
"Me neither." Jon agreed. "I'd prefer to be in bed, wrapped up in you all day." he growled.
"I'm not wearing any smallclothes." Sansa whispered into Jon's ear, his cock twitched at the revelation.
"Here? Now?" Jon raised an eyebrow, suddenly hardening at the thought. "Anyone could walk in."
"We'd have to be quick and quiet." Sansa said, raising the front of her skirt, proving her point.
"Gods woman, you're going to be the death of me." he laughed, sinking to his knees and parting her folds before he buried his face between her legs.
Twenty minutes later Jon arrived at the stables to meet Tormund.
"You're late." Tormund complained as Jon smiled. "Again?" he asked and Jon shrugged in a halfhearted manner. "You two are like fucking rabbits."
"Always best to have me in a good mood." Jon smiled. "This way." he indicated towards where Jon knew Drogon was waiting for them, just outside the Castle Walls.
"Why?" Tormund frowned as they walked.
"My moods are linked to Drogon's. If I feel good, he's in a good mood. It'll make him easier to handle when flying." Jon explained.
"So you got your cock wet to please me?" Tormund laughed. "I don't fucking buy it for one second, but if it keeps you happy. Does she make you happy?"
Jon nodded immediately. "She wouldn't have been me first choice. In fact I can't think of who would. I never thought about it when I was younger, I always wanted to join the Watch. But we've both been through so much and we came together at our lowest points."
"I remember. Just after those fuckers stabbed you and she was trapped by Ramsey." Tormund nodded.
"We both had childhood dreams which turned into nightmares, and we both escaped them at the same time." Jon sighed. "We were there for each other in a way that no one else could understand."
"You love her?" Tormund asked.
"Of course I do, I've always loved her." Jon frowned.
"I don't mean like that." Tormund frowned at him.
"I know what you mean." Jon sighed. "It's only been a couple of days, so things haven't changed a lot."
"Does your cock twitch when she walks into a room?" Tormund asked.
"That's not love. That's lust." Jon frowned.
"Does it twitch?" Tormund raised an eyebrow.
"Aye...it does." Jon admitted.
"Then there's nothing to worry about." Tormund laughed with his big hearty laugh, hitting Jon on the back. "But that cock needs practice, once she's with a babe, she'll be wanting to ride her dragon every five fuckin minutes. Speaking of which..."
Jon looked over to Drogon who was looking relaxed and curious as to the new rider. He'd sensed Jon's protectiveness over Sansa and acted the same way. Not that Jon trusted Drogon around her without him, but it was an acceptance of sorts.
"Don't worry, he won't try an hurt you while your with me." Jon grinned.
"I'm not worried about him trying to hurt me. I'm worried about my balls. I was in fucking agony last time." Tormund shook his head. "Those spines are not comfortable. And he's grown, a lot."
"I've got a saddle for him." Jon pointed up to the top.
"He's so fucking big I can't see it." Tormund shrugged.
"I'll send you the rope ladder down. He might not like you climbing on his wing." Jon told him as he jumped up onto Drogon's wing and climbed into the saddle before throwing the rope ladder down for Tormund to climb.
"Fancy saddle." Tormund frowned as he sat on what was more like a seat than a saddle. "Comfy too."
"You'll need to strap yourself in." Jon told him, showing him how to tie himself to the seat.
"Why?" Tormund frowned.
"I fly a lot faster than Drogon's previous rider." Jon said. "He's older and faster now. I suspect we could get to Castle Black in just over an hour, but we wouldn't be able to breathe properly because it would be too fast. I want to look for Davos, which will slow us down a bit, but it should only take about two and a half hours. If we spot Davos, we'll speak to him on the way back." Tormund simply nodded, his face turning white. "Don't worry, you're safe with me." Jon assured him. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Tormund swallowed. "As ready as I'll ever fucking be."
"Drōgon hepnon, sōvegon toliot Winterfell se sōvegon jelmor va sombāzmion zōbrie" (Drogon fly fly above Winterfell and north towards Castle Black.) Jon commanded as the huge black body and red wings of the dragon stretched out. Drogon ran two strides, flapped his wings and they were in the air. They climbed slowly into the skies above Winterfell to give them an overview of the castle and the surrounding area, but there was no sign of the Unsullied even though it was a clear day and they could see around thirty miles. "Drōgon jikagon" (Drogon go)Jon said and they began to head north, following the Kingsroad towards Ser Davos and Castle Black.
Jon knew roughly that Davos should be roughly somewhere near Long Lake, so he took Drogon as fast as he could until they got to that part of Wolfswood, where they slowed until they found the ship docked in the Last River, which Jon followed until they reached the Kingsroad and then flew south for a short while until he could just about make out a large group of men walking under the canopy. He lowered Drogon to get a better look.
"I think that's them." Jon shouted to Tormund.
"Yes." Tormund replied, seemingly struggling to say more, which made Jon chuckle.
"We'll talk to them on the way back." Jon said as they rose up high into the skies once more and set off at full speed to Castle Black.
It wasn't long before the wall loomed large on the horizon, not long after that a small speck which was easily identifiable as Castle Black came into view. Jon's stomach lurched at the sight of it. This had been his home for so long, but now he hated the place, it represented all of the worst points in his life, and his visit here wasn't going to represent anything good either. Drogon slowed down and gently landed on the ground just outside of the gates.
Jon unfastened his harness. "You can get down now." he told a shaky looking Tormund, who simply nodded and climbed down the rope ladder and Jon followed. "Jikagon arghugon" Go hunt) he told the dragon who quickly took off and flew away at a far greater speed than that which he'd been flying with Jon on his back.
Jon and Tormund walked through the gates to be met by Strygga, one of the eldermen who had been left in charge of the Freefolk while Tormund was gone. Strygga took one look at Jon in his Targaryen dragon riding clothes and burst into laughter. "What the fuck are you wearing?" he asked. "You look like a right southern twat." they grabbed one another and hugged before Strygga did the same with Tormund.
"It's better to wear this stuff when on a dragon than furs and a cape." Jon told him.
"I thought you were dead." Strygga frowned.
"Worse, he's married." Tormund laughed. "He can't keep his hands off her and his cock's inside every time they're alone."
"She pretty?" Strygga asked.
"Kissed by fire." Tormund nodded. "Beautiful, but a Queen and very err...Queenly. She was his sister." Jon closed his eyes, Tormund didn't always have the best way with words.
"That's disgusting." Strygga frowned.
"She's not my real sister." Jon shook his head. "She never was. We were raised together, but she's my cousin."
"And that's better?" Strygga raised an eyebrow.
"Where I come from marriage between cousins is normal among highborns." Jon explained.
"You're highborn?" Strygga frowned. "I thought you were a bastard and a crow."
"He was born King of the whole fucking country. He gave it up for us." Tormund explained. "After the long night he should've taken the throne but he didn't. And if all of this goes tits up, he still might have to take the crown and rule the whole fucking Kingdom."
"Well, maybe I ought to write a song for him." Strygga joked, although Jon wasn't too sure. Despite the blonde haired man being a mighty warrior, he was as much a romantic storyteller as he was a swordsman.
Jon closed his eyes and sighed at Tormund's astute assessment of the situation, something Jon himself had tried his hardest to ignore. If the person ruling Westeros wasn't Bran and a war ensued, which was looking likely, if they won, he would have to take the Iron Throne, or whatever chair was available, and rule with Sansa by his side. He'd distracted himself, pretended the throne of Westeros wasn't looming, but now someone had finally voiced it, he couldn't ignore it any longer.
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." was all he could say on the matter. "Drogon has gone to feed, but he will be back in an hour, two tops and we will need to get going as soon as he gets back. Lets go drink in the Old Hall." he clapped Strygga on the back as they climbed the stairs and entered the hall, where one of the Freefolk who worked permanently at Castle Black brought them some ale.
"What do you need?" Strygga asked.
"I need you to organise as many men to fight as you can. Tormund and I reckon there should be about five hundred men and women who are capable of fighting. How many horses are here at Castle Black which can be used to ride south?" he asked.
"Six." Strygga replied.
"How many do you need?" Tormund frowned at Jon.
"Just two. One for Strygga and one for Davos." Jon replied. "I want Strygga to ride down to Davos and his men and take over the command there. Davos can ride straight to Winterfell. I need to know more about what happened in Kings Landing, Dragonstone and why he brought Arya north. We won't have time to talk about it on the Kingsroad. It's too dangerous." he explained.
"How many are here at the wall?" he asked.
"Over a thousand." Strygga said.
"Halfir could lead the army down the Kingsroad while Strygga heads to the sailors." Tormund suggested.
"Good idea." Jon nodded. "Is that ok with you?" he asked Strygga who nodded.
"How far south are they?" Strygga asked.
"About a two and a half days ride from now if you go at some speed. You go straight down the Kingsroad and will arrive at a forest called Wolfswood. Keep going, when you've crossed the river they shouldn't be more than a day ride from there. The leader is called Ser Davos, you won't be able to miss him. Give him the second horse and he will ride straight to Winterfell."
"Why don't you drop me off with Davos' men and he can ride to Winterfell on the dragon. He's an old man, let him have a soft bed tonight. I'll take over the command of his men." Tormund suggested.
"You had enough of being on dragonback? Drogon will be insulted." Jon laughed.
"I don't think dragons understand insults." Tormund shook his head. "But I fancy a good night's sleep out in the woods, better than an bedroom opposite you and the Queen." he turned to Strygga. "Kept me up all fucking night. Moaning and groaning, I'm surprised they have a bed left..." he laughed.
"Alright, alright. That's enough." Jon snapped.
"Didn't think he had it in him." Strygga chuckled.
"Look, we'll see what Davos has to say." Jon decided to ignore the comments and get back to the matter at hand. "But we'll plan for him saying no, but if he does agree to accompanying me on Drogon, the rest of the plans remains the same."
Jon and Tormund continued, for the next hour to discuss their plans and give Strygga the instructions needed for his journey before sending him to gather his men. A screeching noise outside, combined with a few screams from the yard alerted them to the return of Drogon.
"That was quick." Tormund frowned.
"He can fly a lot faster on his own." Jon smiled. "I think it's time we set off back." he said much to Tormund's dismay. "You don't like flying do you?" Jon asked.
"Makes me feel sick." Tormund admitted. "But don't you be telling anyone."
Jon laughed. "Your secret is safe with me. Let's get back so we can meet with Davos and have a hot meal and some decent ale at Winterfell."
"You mean you want to go home and fuck your wife. Is she really that good?" Tormund asked.
"You say you fucked a bear, I've fucked a wolf. She's incredible." Jon smiled.
"Lucky bastard." Tormund laughed as they got up and headed back out to leave Castle Black.
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