Finally, Jon thought. They started to see the Kingsroad, though it was covered by a carpet of snow. He was riding his horse in the vanguard, alongside Daenerys and her purple eyes of which he was a slave. Behind them were the unsullied, all 6,000 of them. They all had dragonglass spears or dragonglass shortswords. Only one of each, since it was agreed that it would be a waste to spend two dragonglass weapons on one man, when more men could each have a dragonglass weapon. Before they left White Harbor, the group learnt that the Dothraki had already taken up camp near Winterfell, and that they were not going to harm anyone there, at least that's what Daenerys ordered them to do, though he remembers that Dany told them to wait for them on the Kingsroad, though they might not have knew the geography of Westeros well and they knew how Winterfell looked like because of the Stark banners. Jon only hoped that the language difference wouldn't create any problem with the Northerners, or the rest of the wildlings outside Winterfell. The Dragons travelled with them, or tried to. They were usually off hunting, and came back with something, one time an elk, another time with their mouths full of trouts. Each time they came back with an animal Jon only hoped that he wouldn't see his direwolf in those lizards' jaws.
Of the people who rode with his group there were many he knew. Gendry, Ser Davos, Ser Jorah, Varys, Tyrion, Missandei, the Hound, Brienne, Podrick and of course, Daenerys, in her winter clothing.
"I hope the meeting I'll have with your family will be more pleasant than the one I had with Tyrion's" Daenerys' voice had caught him offguard.
"I hope so too. I'm not sure how they'll react to me though. Let's just hope my people don't decide that I no longer rule the North once we arrive, or that my family doesn't has blue eyes." Jon then looked at Dany into her eyes and they exchanged a small smile before they heard a thundering sound. They looked at where the sound came from, and a snow storm was heading along their way. He saw the commander of the unsullied commanding his forces to protect the queen, and she got down her horse, as some of her best unsullied created a circle around her, as to protect her.
He also got off his horse, he knew what was coming.
The storm was now over them, and the white winds blew. It felt like hours had passed, but eventually wights attacked, and Jon and the others came to meet them. The dragons were off hunting, and it was the moment they needed them the most. Men and wights alike fell, but the Unsullied stood tall, killing many of the wights that were coming against them. Then Jon saw it, a white walker, and he readied longclaw. He took every blew from the white walker's blade, but wights were attacking him at the same time. He parried the wight and the walker, but then as he killed a wight behind him the walker used the opportunity to knock Jon down with the hilt of its blade.
Jon fell face against the ground, he was still stunned. He turned back and tried to take Longclaw, but it was out of reach. Now with the walker standing over him, with its blade, as it took the blad in the air, and it descended upon Jon. But before the blade hit him, Jon heard a sound, the sound of Valyrian steel meeting the blade of a white walker, and then the next moment he felt shards of ice over his body. He wasn't dead, but the wights attacking the group fell. He sat up and looked around as the snowstorm dissipated, trying to look for his savior, and he saw him, a lone rider dressed as a sellsword. But it wasn't a normal sellsword or lone rider. Jon took a look at his savior's face.
It was Jaime Lannister.
"You look like you could use help, Lord Snow." Jaime said, as he came riding next to Jon, reaching out his hands for Jon to take it. Jon then reached up, grabbed his hand and was pulled up by the Kingslayer.
"I owe you my life. Thank you." Jon said, still stunned. He looked at the Lannister's face, who gave him a smile, that indicated that Jaime was happy to have done it. He then saw two wagons coming along, one controlled by a man Jon recognized as the sellsword that Tyrion spoke to at the dragonpit. The other wagon, who was behind the first one, was lead by a hooded man, who Jon recognized as Cersei's hand. The old scientist that was fascinated by the wight Jon had brought to the dragonpit. The wagons stopped in front of the group.
"There are only 3 of you" Dany remarked, and all the eyes turned to her. Jaime looked disappointed, and with sorrow in his voice he spoke.
"Cersei won't send any army North. She even sent Euron to Essos so he could bring back the Golden Company. We're all you have" He said it in a way that shpwed his remorse.
"And why did you joined us?" Daenerys asked trying to understand the men's motive.
Bronn and Jaime looked at eachother but before they could say anything Qyburn talked, and they looked at him.
"I'll admit it, I study the bodies of living men, but my work has saved many more from dying. I served Cersei, because I needed protection. I needed to be able to pursue my line of work without any repercussions, I needed a high office. As Cersei's hand, I was able to do any research I wanted to do, when I wanted to. But, when I saw the wight you brought in King's Landing, I knew it was the only thing that mattered. And if Cersei wouldn't put her resources at the disposition of the living, then I would put mine. I will serve you, but I only ask that you give me any wights you can capture, for study."
"And what about you Ser Jaime?" The dragon queen asked.
"Cersei is a monster, she wanted to let us all die over her pride. I just want to fight in this war, and to regain my honor." Jaime said it as he was disgusted by his sister's actions.
Then they turned to Bronn, who simply said "I just want a castle." Tyrion smiled, but Jon looked at Daenerys, who was in a silent fury. She remained still, but it didn't took a fool to see her anger towards Cersei.
"And what did you bring?" Daenerys asked, looking at the wagon.
"Wildfire" Qyburn said, taking a breathe. "And a scorpion."
Dany looked at him and was trying to understand why.
"I saw that you only had 2 dragons at the dragonpit, I assume you lost one North of the wall?" Qyburn asked
"Yes..." Dany said, with a sadness in her voice.
"Have you ever wondered whether or not he might have been brought back as a wight?"
She paused. Jon wondered if it was possible too. He didn't want to think about it. A wight dragon. Human wights already had unnatural strength at their disposal. Now a dragon, that was something else entirely, something he'd rather not think about.
"We shall put dragonglass at your disposal for you to make ammunition for your scorpion." Dany said it uneasily.
When the night came Jon saw that Daenerys was still uneasy, and after they had set up camp he went over to her tent and saw that she would change her worry into pleasure.