White Harbour
Wylis was on his way to Jon Snow's room. His father sent him to bring the king in the north to breakfast. He reached Jon Snow's room and knocks. No answer. He knocks again. No answer. He knocks once more. No answer. Concerned that his king may be in danger, Wylis prepares to draw his sword and enters the room. "Your grace?" Wylis looks around the room. He sees his king in bed, with a woman. Wylis can't believe it. He didn't think Jon Snow to be the type of man to bed a woman for the night. Then he sees the hair. The silver hair of the foreign queen Jon Snow brought to the north. And he had bed her.
Slowly Jon sits up and blinks "Ser Wylis?"
Wylis is too shocked to speak. Jon jumps out of bed clad only in his underwear. This causes Deanarys to wake and she gasps at the sight of Wylis. "Not a word of this to anyone. Not your father, not your brother, not your wife and not your daughter's. Do you understand." Jon says.
"Ye... Yes, your grace." Wylis quickly rushes out of the room, forgetting why he had come to see Jon Snow.
"Do you think he will tell anyone?" Dany asks.
"I don't know." Jon climbs back into bed. Dany turns over and places a hand on his chest. "You should go. We can't have someone else finding you." Jon says. Dany looks sad to leave him but knows he is right.
"Unfortunately you are right." Dany puts her nightgown back on. She turns back to Jon and presses a final kiss to his lips. The couple says goodbye to each other and Dany sneaks back to her room.
Near Long Lake
"We need to move. The dead could be on us soon." Beric says.
"Aye. We need to get to Winterfell." Edd replies. The night's watch had left the wall after being warned by Gendry that the dead had broken the Wall at Eastwatch. Since then the new Lord Commander had to lead them to link up with the survivors of Eastwatch. Beric, Tormund and a dozen Wildlings where all that was left of the men sent to Eastwatch. The night's watch wasn't much better. After Mance Raiders attack on Castle Black their numbers where down to less than fifty fighting men. Also, they hadn't been able to send a raven to Shadow Tower. Now they were camped to the east of long lake. The dead were not far to their west. Beric, Edd and Tormund were looking over their map of the north, trying to decide how to get to Winterfell without running into the dead. "I say we go south-west and cross at this bridge." Edd points at the bridge closest to Winterfell.
"We should cross here." Beric replies. Pointing at the bridge closest to them. "It leads to a road and will be easier to march over."
"That puts us closer to the dead." Edd says.
"It's risky, but will get us to Winterfell quicker." The toward locked in a stalemate and look to Tormund to decide which option they should take.
"I'm with the crow, it's safer to go south."
"Very well, let's go tell the men" Beric says and the trio leaves to tell their men to ready to march south.
White Harbour
Lord Manderly and his son have gathered in New Castle's courtyard to see Jon and Deanarys off."Hopefully, we won't be back today, my lord." Jon says.
"Good luck your grace." Jon exchanged goodbyes with Lord Manderly, his goodbye to Wylis was much more awkward after what he saw that morning. They gave a respectful goodbye to Daenerys but it wasn't as gracious as the one to Jon.
A short time later they hade made their way to Drogon and Rhagael. Daenerys confidently strode up to her dragon's. Once again Jon showed his fear by staying behind her. "Come closer. He'll never let you ride him if you show your fear so obviously."
Jon takes a deep breath and walks next to Daenerys. Rhaegal comes closer.
"Hold your hand out. Stroke his side." Jon is still unsure. But he trusts Dany. He raised his hand and slowly strokes Rhagael's side. The dragon growls at Jon's touch. It was less aggressive than the previous day. But still, Jon flinches from the sound.
"Try again" Dany says.
Jon raises his hand again and starts stroking Rhagael's scaly body. This time Rhagael bows his head.
"Good. Now grab that spike and pull yourself up." Dany explains.
Jon following her instructions pulls himself onto Rhagael. Unlike yesterday Rhagael doesn't try to throw Jon off. But the dragon still bares his teeth to Jon. "Very good." Dany says as she climbed onto drogon. "Now, fly." Drogons wing's started to beat.
"Wait... Don't you think I should... Wooaaah!" Jon shouts as Rhagarl takes of behind Drogon. Dany looks behind her and laughs at the sight of Jon trying to cling onto Rhagael. Dany believes that this is their best chance for Jon to be able to fly Rhagael so she heads in the direction of Winterfell. And her dragon's fly as fast as they could.
King's road
"Well, I reckon we're far enough past the Dothraki to stop." Bronn says.
"Does that mean you'll pay for an inn after making me leave early last time?" Jaime replies.
"Piss off. Your Jaime fuckin' Lannister. Your family's the richest in Westeros."
"Yes, what a family I've got. My father organized the slaughter of thousands. My sister may be just as mad as the nad King and my brother is the hand of the queen to the daughter of the man I killed to end Robert's rebellion."
"Aye, their a bunch of shits. But survive this and you'll be the richest cunt in Westeros." Bronn quickens his pace, leaving Jaime slightly behind and with a mix of annoyance and pissed off on his face. But when they did reach an inn Jaime did pay for it.
Jaime didn't sleep well. His mind too distracted on thoughts of what could happen to him. The Targeryen girl would probably kill him. Cersei, she would definitely kill him if he survives the dead. But that was unlikely to happen. Jaime looks towards his window. Looking at the clouds, deep in thought. Suddenly, he hears screaming. He rushes towards his window to see what it was. Then he realized it wasn't normal screaming. It was the Dothraki. They had caught up to Jaime and Bronn despite them riding through the previous day and the night. The Dothraki had ridden the same distance in a single night.
Jaime's door flies open and Bronn comes charging in. "The fuck do we do now?" Bronn asks.
Jaime thinks for a moment. "We wait for them to pass and then try to pass them."
"Great. Just wait for ninety thousand Dothraki to pass."
"It's better than being caught in the middle of the horde."
"Well, I'm off to find a way into the brothel. You should come too, I'm sure there will be a blonde for you." Bronn laughs. But Jaime gives a look of disgust as Bronn leaves him.
Unsullied convoy
Barristan and Jorah ride next to a carriage inside is Missandei and behind them is Grey worm leading the Unsullied. "What do you think will do after all this?" Barristan asked.
"Probably go south if the Queen allows me or maybe back to Essos." Jorah replies.
"Why not go back to Bear Island. Lady Mormont could do with someone like you advising her"
"No. I've brought too much shame to my family to go back. And Ned Stark wanted my head, I'm sure some Northerner will be willing to carry out that wish."
"Do you really think they wouldn't forgive you? It's been year's and your riding to fight beside them."
Jorah starts looking into the sky at a shape flying around. "It's just like the saying: the north remembers." Jorah starts looking at the shape more intently as if it's coming towards them.
"I suppose that's true. Heard some of Manderly's men talking. Rumour is Arya Stark is alive and killed almost all of house Frey herself."
Jorah continues looking at the shape. It's almost recognizable. "That's why I don't want to be here long."
Barristan chuckles at this. But soon he notices Jorah's concerned face. "What is it? Afraid Ned Stark's daughter will come for you."
"No. What's that." Jorah point's at the shape, which appears to be coming closer. Barristan squints at it. "It looks almost dragon-like."
"Aye, but the Khaleesi shouldn't near us."
"So... What is it?" The shape is continueing to come closer.
Now Jorah recognizes it. Viserion. "EVERYONE OFF THE ROAD!" Jorah screams.
Greyworm translates the order for the Unsullied. They rush to the side of the toad. Missandei opens the door to her carriage. "What's going on?"
"Missadei! Run!" Greyworm shouts.
She starts to clamber out. But she is not fast enough. Blue flames burst from Viserion's mouth engulfing hundreds of Unsullied and all of their carriages. Unsullied scream in pain as their bodies catch fire other's are simply turned ash. Jorah looks behind him to see Viserion scorch the middle of the road and any Unsullied that didn't move in time. Viserion beats his wing's and starts to gain height and fly away. In just a few short moment's hundreds if not thousands of Unsullied are dead, more have serious injuries. Barristan rides his horse next Jorah "Ride hard. Get to the Dothraki. Warn them about the dragon." Jorah nods to him. He looks behind at the carnage. He turns and rides fast down the road.
Barristan dismounts his horse and head's into the chaos in front of him. Unsullied lie dead or screaming in agony as fire engulfs their bodies and burns them beyond recognition. He looks for one Unsullied in particular "Grey Worm!... Grey Worm! Where are you?!" Barristan passes by the charred recks of their carriages. He continues shouting for Grey Worm. One of the Unsullied shouts to him in broken common tongue "Barristan... He... There." He point's behind Barristan towards the rear of the first carriage. Runs towards Grey Worm who is down on one knee looking at one of the people who's been turned to ash. Only when Barristan gets closer he realizes that Grey Worm is crying. "Grey Worm, the men need you. You need to help them."
"She's dead. He killed her." Grey Worm sobs. Only now Barristan realizes that the person Grey Worm is in front of is Missandei.
"You can mourn her later. Your men need you here and now." Barristan says.
"Your right." Greyworm wipes away his tears and goes to his men.
Winterfell
Winterfell is abuzz with activity. People rush around making preparations for the coming battle. Spikes are made and placed at the front of the castle. Barrels are filled with oil and put on the walls. Dozens of blacksmiths work day and night to make the thousands of dragonglass weapons that are needed. The lords and lady's of the north have gathered in the great hall. Lord Royce is with them as the Vale is the only other kingdom to have come north. "Send another raven to Deepwood Motte. We'll need all the men we can get." Sansa said. Maester Wolken bows and leaves the hall. "Lord Cerwyn, how many men have we got now." Sansa asks.
"At last count, we had twelve thousand northerners and a thousand Wildlings." Cerwyn answers.
"Lord Royce, how many men has lord Arryn sent?" Santa asks.
"Lord Arryn has sent eighteen thousand men along with the two thousand already in Winterfell."
"Good. Our thirty-three thousand men along with the dragon queen's and we'll outnumber the dead."
"For a time my lady. There are still thousands of people not at Winterfell if your brother's right then the White Walker's can turn them." Lord Royce said.
"I know lord Royce, but for now we have an advantage."
"How can we trust this dragon queen?! She's nothing but a foreign bitch with a bunch of savages!" Sansa doesn't see who said this, but many of the lords agreed. It would seem the minority of lords believe they need the dragon queen. Sansa gets out of her chair and shouts "My lords! My lords! MY LORDS!" The room falls I to silence awaiting what Sansa has to say. She opens her mouth to speak. But suddenly, a huge roar erupts from outside. "What in the god's was that?" Sansa mutters as she rushes outside to investigate the noise.
In the courtyard of Winterfell Arya is sparring with Brienne. Since she returned to Winterfell Arya had sparred with dozens of men and she disarmed them all. Except for Brienne, she had proven to be more skilled than the rest. Brienne swings at Arya's chest, Arya blocks but needle flies out of her hands. Brienne swings at her again, Arya dodges out of the way. She pulled a dagger from her belt and thrust it forward. At the same time, Brienne swung her sword. Both of them held their weapons at the other's throat. Both smile at their predicament. Suddenly, the courtyard is covered in darkness and a huge roar bellows. Arya looks up and sees a pair of dragons. Real dragons. People panic and run at the sight of these beasts. But Arya. She smiles, she was seeing real dragon's. The dragon's touch down. There, Arya saw their rider's. The larger dragon had a young silver-haired woman climbing off. she must be the Targeryen girl everyone's been so afraid of Arya thinks. The other rider was much less graceful in getting off and looks as he is about to throw up. Then she realized, it was Jon. Jon had ridden a dragon. The silver-haired woman said something in high valyrian and her dragons beat their wing's and flew off.
"You've completely ruined horse's for me." Jon says. The Targaryen girl bursts into laughter.
Arya eyes her suspiciously. But she isn't important. Jon is. Arya starts running as fast as her legs could carry her. "Jon!" She shouts as she leaps into his arm's just like they did when they where children and they embraced for the first time in years.