Chapter 5

(Jon)

Breakfast didn't go as planned. So he gave the rest of the day to Robb to process everything. They were to meet the next day so they could begin forming battle plans.

He wanted to tell Robb only part of his story so as to not overload him, but it seemed that as always his plans didn't go as they were supposed to. Robb would now have too many questions. As much as Jon wanted to tell Robb everything, they didn't have the time.

They had to end this war as soon as they could so that they could focus on the army of the dead. They still had to mine the dragonglass at Dragonstone and make as many weapons out of it as they could.

Unfortunately his thoughts were interrupted, before he could come up with any plans. Ygritte's hand was on his chest, as they lay on the pile of furs.

"You waste too much time thinking."

He turned his head slightly to face her.

"Do I now?"

She scoffed.

"Yes. You are once again starting to act like a southerner."

"I don't have a choice. Those Lords won't listen to me unless I act like them."

She ran her hand up his chest, to his neck, and finally to his jaw.

"Fuck these southern Lords."

Jon snorted.

"Yes… I suppose."

Suddenly Ygritte rolled on top of him. Her hair shone brightly in the rays of the setting sun that was coming from the crack in the tent.

"Perhaps you could find someone more pleasant to fuck? Don't you think?"

Jon chuckled slightly before running his hands up her waist and pulling her into a kiss.

(apologies to anyone who wanted a continuation, but this is rated T for a reason)

When he woke up in the morning Ygritte was already gone as usual, probably hunting in the nearby woods.

From outside his tent he could hear the usual sounds of the freefolk doing their daily duties, some children running around and playing, and the loud steps of the giants.

However his pleasant morning was interrupted by Tormund, who once again entered his tent unannounced.

"Get your ass up Snow. The people need their 'King'."

Jon frowned, but before he could ask Tormund what was happening,the wildling already left. He threw on some clothes he could find and grabbed his sword before following his friend.

As he ran through the camp he noticed that all the wildling were starting to form a crowd not far away. He pushed through his people to see what the commotion was.

There in the middle of the crowd, was Ygritte. She was pointing her bow at some Northern soldiers. The rest of the Wilding had their weapons out and were ready to fight.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Ygritte didn't bother turning to him. She held her eyes on the 6 surrounded men.

Tormund walked to Jon.

"Those fuckers tried to kill WunWun."

A few gasps were heard while the other wildling yelled out ways to kill them off.

Jon clenched his jaw.

Someone yelled "Cut off their cocks!"

And everyone cheered.

Jon looked around himself. He had two options. He could do as his people wanted, or he could do it the southern way and give them a trial. The second option would earn him some respect from the Lords.

"Silence!"

Most men and women froze but kept eyeing the soldiers like prey they were about to kill.

Everyone waited for his command.

"Seize them!"

Tormund looked at him expectedly.

He was about to tell his men to imprison them, but he remembered Ygritte's words.

Fuck the Lords. Fuck them ,and what they think about the freefolk.

"And call WunWun here. He'll decide what to do with them."

They all cheered, while also yelling insults at the soldiers.

The giant was summoned, and some people had to clear out to let him through. The crown grew even larger. Everyone wanted to see what he would do.

WunWun looked down at the soldiers who were now being held by two men each. They shivered under the giant's stare. The giant reached for one of the men and grabbed him.

The grasp wasn't enough to kill the man, but enough to scare th shit out of him.

WunWun looked at him like a kid would look at a wooden toy knight.

Then he let him fall. Probably breaking some bones in the process. The man was once again grabbed by the freefolk.

"Cut off their cocks."

Not even a second after the words came out of WunWun's mouth the soldiers started screaming and pleading for mercy.

Jon thought they should get their hands cut off. But upon second thought he realised that men without hands could not fight. But men without cocks could still serve their Lords.

And just like that, the freefolk were upon the 6 attackers. They all seemed interested in cutting up a few southerners.

A few minutes later most screams died out, and the crowd was gone. The only remains were the blood stains on the green grass of the Riverlands.

The only ones left were Tormund and Ygritte. And the six men.

Robb would most definitely not be pleased by this.

As the six men were dragged away, Tormund left to ensure they wouldn't be killed. While Ygritte left to wash the blood of her hands and cloak.

Ser Davos finally arrived.

He looked at the blood sprayed on the ground and let out a heavy breath.

"The Riverlanders won't be happy to hear about this."

Jon nodded.

"I know. But the freefolk won't be loyal if I start pleasing the lords too much. They expect me to act like one of them. I simply did what any good ruler would do."

Ser Davos nodded.

"Yes. You made your people happy. And I suppose that this was better than killing them."

"Robb would have sent them to the Wall."

Ser Davos put his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked at the ground.

"There isn't much of a Night's Watch left."

Jon nodded but looked at the ground.

"I suppose not."

Ser Davos walked up to him.

"You doubt you made the right choice."

It was not a question. Anyone who looked at Jon could tell he wasn't sure.

Davos placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You are the King of the Freefolk, you do not have to follow Westeros law or tradition."

Jon shook his head.

"I told everyone I am Aegon Targaryen, king of the seven kingdoms. If I want to be crowned and sat upon the Iron Throne then I have to act like a Westeros lord. It will be expected of me. They will not follow a wildling."

"The want for Lannister blood will force everyone to follow you. The Lords of the North and Riverland. Except the Wildlings. They care not for southern affairs. You need them to be loyal and fight for you. Otherwise we cannot win this war."

Jon nodded. Without the freefolk this war was pointless. Without the wildlings they would never have enough men to defeat Tywin lannister.

He raised his head as Davos dropped his hand from his shoulder. Jon would act as a king. He would stay loyal to his men, even if it meant displeasing some fancy southerners.

"Well then let's go meet with Robb and his bannermen."