So I worked on this story… I managed to finish 2 chapters so next weeks update is safe even if I do nothing this weekend. I've also had a whole number of plot bunnies appear as well as finishing Chapter 3 of my Arryn sequel, so a lot's gone on for me in terms of writing in this fandom. My plan is still to only upload this story for now, though with my mind wandering and working on other stories maybe whatever comes next will be completely finished by the time I come to upload it. As it stands though there's still 40 chapters of this to go, so probably at least another year.

I've updated the tags here to finally include Jon. It was a toss up between him and Margaery for the pairing aspect but in all honesty it's a Targaryen story, so Jon should be included. Though I'm not sure he deserves a sequel show HBO if you're reading this...

My usual reminder that bold speech is High Valyrian.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I own nothing but the OC's. All actual characters and locations are the property of George R R Martin and/or HBO.

From the moment that he first saw the Wall after rising over the hills of the Gift, Luke was in awe. The few hours afterwards as they pulled closer to Castle Black that feeling only grew as the Wall dwarfed them. As his horse moved forwards Luke's eyes were drawn to the skies, where Valaxes was flying high above them, circling the Targaryen party.

Once they were close enough, a single horn blow announced their arrival, and after a voice shouted to open the gates the heavy oak doors parted, allowing Lucerys inside the courtyard of Castle Black. He was decked out in his black steel armour and crown to show off his rank as requested by Ned Dayne and immediately he noticed the usual stares aimed at him. Once he was in the middle of the courtyard he pulled his horse to a halt, dismounting, noticing that Valaxes had perched atop the tallest of the towers, audibly grumpy.

A large, grimacing man was the first to greet him, bringing his attention back down to ground level. "Your Grace." The man bowed his head. "I am Ser Alliser Thorne, Acting Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Welcome to Castle Black."

"Thank you, Ser Alliser." Luke greeted. "I have heard that you were loyal to my family to the last and that got you sent to the Wall. You have my gratitude for your loyalty."

"Always, Your Grace." Ser Alliser bowed, before the Acting Lord Commander made some introductions. Luke met Ser Janos Slynt, Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck first of all as the leaders of their respective orders. "The King's Tower has been made ready for yourself and your attendants." He stated after the introductions, pointing at the relevant tower.

"I wish to meet my kin first, Ser Alliser. You may show my squire, Edric, to my chambers." Luke instructed, before looking back in disgust at the Wildlings that had been dragged behind their horses. "We have some prisoners that need locking up too. As well as a new recruit…"

Ser Alliser bristled slightly at being fobbed off to a squire, but bowed his head all the same. "Very well." He said, before barking at one of the men in black behind him. "Tarly! Show His Grace to the Maester."

A rather round lump, an unusual build for the area, made his way towards Luke as Ser Alliser began handing out more orders to put the Wildling prisoners in the Ice Cells and take Ser Jaime Lannister to his solar. "This way, Your Grace." The man stated nervously.

The Tarly led Luke up the main stairs and over to a small wooden keep beneath the rookery. "Tarly." Luke said thoughtfully. "Any relation to Lord Randyll?"

The Tarly gulped. "His son, Your Grace. Samwell."

That surprised Luke, having met both Lord Tarly and his heir Dickon at his wedding. Dickon had seemed a lot younger than the man beside him now. "Strange to find a son of Lord Randyll at the Wall."

"Not strange at all, when the story is known." Sam muttered, opening a door. "Here you are, Your Grace. Maester Aemon is inside."

"Thank you." Luke replied, remembering to come back to the Tarly mystery later. He ordered his Kingsguard to wait outside before entering the room. He entered a large room with a blazing fire in one corner, scrolls and texts littering all of the raised surfaces. An extremely old man was sat by the fire, and a separate chair had been placed opposite.

"Maester Aemon." Sam called from behind Luke. "May I present King Lucerys Targaryen, the First of his Name."

"Just Luke is fine." Luke insisted, not taking his eyes off of his kinsman. "Uncle…"

The old man held his frail arms out. "Come here my child, let me know your face." Luke did as he was asked, kneeling before the Maester and allowing him to pass his hands over his face. "Aerion…" He whispered. "You have his features, but not his heart I hear. Good."

"Never." Luke shook his head. He knew his history and was thankful that looks were the only thing he shared with his mad kinsman.

Aemon had a wry smile, and a single tear dropped from his milky white eyes. "When the raven arrived those years ago and I read the news of what happened to you, I wept. I wept harder when the next raven came months later and the war was lost. To know you are here, having avenged our family… it brings me more joy than I can possibly explain."

"I did not know of your existence until recently." Luke explained. "If I had… then I'd have come sooner. With Daenerys, and little Visenya." He smiled fondly. "They would love to meet you."

"And I them." Aemon smiled back. "A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing. For so long you were alone, but you fought and you won. I could not be prouder. The day I heard of your success, and of the death of Tywin Lannister and his beast… I cannot explain how proud, how overjoyed. I have spent this last year thinking on this meeting, Lucerys. Thinking on what I would say, what I would do." He reached out and Luke took his kinsman's hands in his. "Thank you. Truly, thank you."

"I did nothing more than my duty to our House, Uncle." Luke insisted.

Aemon shook his head. "You had a life in Essos, one unplagued by Westeros. You may have been happy there."

"I couldn't." Luke admitted. "Every day I thought on home. Every day I thought of Mother, of Rhaegar, of Viserys and Daenerys. I thought of vengeance every day since I could swing a sword. Westeros is my home and it was always calling me. Rhaegar sent me away to bring our family back if we fell, it was my responsibility."

"Rhaegar… he had many plans all at once." Aemon said fondly. "All based upon a prophecy he once believed to be talking of him, and then believed to be his son."

"What prophecy?" Luke asked.

Aemon straightened up. "Tarly, please fetch the chest that resides under my bed." He instructed his steward, and Sam went to a separate room for a moment, bringing back a small letter chest with the carved Targaryen sigil over the lock and placing it in the Maester's lap. Aemon reached deep into his robes and brought out a small key, trembling as he unlocked the chest. "Here, these are my gift to you. All my correspondences with your brother over the years." He reached in and pulled out one of the oldest letters, handing that to Luke. "This is where we first discussed prophecy."

Luke gingerly took the letter, recognising his brothers handwriting from the missive he had given Jon Connington all those years ago. Halfway down the script changed to High Valyrian, and it detailed the prophecy as it was originally stated. "The Prince who was Promised, born amongst salt and smoke under a bleeding star, shall return when evil and darkness returns to the world to reforge Lightbringer and stand against the darkness." He surmised the Valyrian wording. "And Rhaegar believed it was him?"

Aemon nodded. "Born at Summerhall, among the salt of tears and smoke of the fires. I believed it too."

Luke's mind however went to somebody else. "Born amidst salt and smoke… after a long summer." He looked at his uncle. "What if it didn't mean born in a literal sense. What if it meant the Prince was forged anew, born again so to speak?"

Aemon's blind eyes widened. "Azor Ahai was reborn after forging Lightbringer…" He trailed off. "Yes… it could mean that."

"And the wording…" Luke pointed out, putting his years in Essos to good use. "Dārilaros, it doesn't simply mean prince. The word isn't male specific."

"You think…" Aemon trailed. "Yes of course… That night was a terrible storm."

"Born in a storm, reborn in her brother and goodsister's pyre to birth three dragons." Luke grinned. "I don't recall any stories about salt in my birth and I was born just before a short winter, but Daenerys fits the prophecy. Born in summer, brought up in the long summer…"

Aemon was grinning too. "My boy, you may have it." He turned to Sam. "Tarly, fetch us some supper. We may be here a while…"

Jon Snow had missed the arrival of the Targaryen King as he had been on watch duty atop the Wall thanks to Ser Alliser putting him through all of the shit shifts. While they had known of the King's arrival, they hadn't been aware that extra guests would be coming to Castle Black and it wasn't until the end of a conversation with Sam about Gilly that the Bastard of Winterfell found out exactly who had been captured.

Even though he knew he needed to get some sleep before another early watch shift, Jon made his way straight to the Ice Cells. He passed a pair of Thenns that he didn't recognise before some of the men he had climbed the Wall with, and at the end of the tunnel were a pair of cells with some recognisable red-heads. First was Tormund, his arm bandaged up and half of his furs singed black. Tormund simply growled through the bars on his door at him as he passed towards the next cell, unlocking the door to step inside.

She had dried blood on her cheeks and her hair was an absolute state, but Ygritte was still as beautiful as that day in the cave. "Ygritte…" He greeted softly. Ygritte snarled, rising from the ice carved bed and rushing at him, being yanked back by the chains on her wrists. "Ygritte please…"

"I should have aimed for your scrawny neck." She scowled at him. Jon winced, feeling the pain of the arrows she stuck in him again. "You betrayed me, Jon Snow. You betrayed us."

Jon shook his head. "I already told you… you knew what I was." He moved towards her, quickly grabbing the flailing fist that came towards him and holding firm. "I just came to tell you… you won't be killed here. The King wants to use you to stop Mance, that's all. Maybe together we can come up with a way to get you all away from what's coming without bloodshed…"

Ygritte scoffed at him, staring at him like he'd grown two extra heads. "You know nothing." She snarled finally, ripping her hands from his grasp and moving back to the block of ice that was used as a bed.

Jon sighed sadly. "I know I hurt you, and I can probably never make that up to you. But you know that I love you. I will always love you. I know you love me too and I'll be here when you decide you can stand to talk to me so we can work this all out." She wasn't looking at him and her messy hair was covering her face, so Jon sighed once more and walked out of the door, shutting it sadly before locking it.

The day after the King's arrival at Castle Black was spent in constant meetings. In the King's Tower Ned Dayne had set up an office, and from first light Luke had invited important members of the Night's Watch in to speak with them about the current situation. He had learnt from Ser Alliser Thorne all about the threat of Mance Rayder and his worries on the loyalties of some of his men with the Acting Lord Commander going into detail about the misdeeds of Jon Snow. From Janos Slynt he had heard even more about the divisions in the Night's Watch, and his third meeting with Othell Yarwyck was a breath of fresh air as the talk was less around the dangers of Jon Snow and more around the actual strengths of the Night's Watch if it came to battle. His Fourth meeting was with Maester Aemon again, although they tried to steer clear of the prophecy and stuck to the local politics, with the Maester not shy in detailing the strength and flaws of each of the Castle Black factions.

After Maester Aemon had been and gone, Luke felt it necessary to have a breather and so went to see Valaxes, though that meeting was short as the dragon clearly hated the Wall and was doing all it could to push Luke to leave. Silently grateful that he wouldn't be trying to ride Valaxes North of the Wall, Luke returned to the courtyard to watch Jaime Lannister sparring with Jon Snow.

He applauded when the bout came to an end, with Jaime emerging victorious, but he also noticed the shock from the onlooking brothers of the Night's Watch. "Jon never loses." Sam Tarly's voice sounded from nearby, and Luke turned to greet the Reachman. "But look, he's already instructing the brothers on what he did wrong."

Sure enough Jon had turned and began to teach his fellow members of the Night's Watch. "He's a divisive figure within these walls, Jon Snow." Luke noted.

"Ser Alliser doesn't like him because he's bitter." Sam remarked. "And his allies agree."

"No need to ask where your loyalties lie." Ser Rolly stated from behind the King.

Sam wasn't apologetic. "Jon is my friend, yes, but he's also what is best for the Night's Watch. He knows the dangers; he's seen what they can do to a group… and so have I."

"Yes… I've heard about your claims Tarly, as well as the guest you brought beyond the Wall." Luke nodded. "After I speak with Jon, I wish to speak to you too."

Sam's eyes widened in fright. "Of… of course, Your Grace."

"I'm not judging, I just want the full picture." Luke tried to ease the Tarly's mind. "All I've heard all morning is on how dangerous you and Jon Snow are by men who haven't been North of Castle Black in years, if ever. I need the full picture."

"Jon will be best for that, Your Grace." Sam explained. "He spent time with the Wildlings, he knows their mission better than anyone."

Luke knew that. "And killed a loyal member of the Night's Watch to gain their trust, I hear." He commented, before seeing Sam about to complain. "Again, I'm not judging until I hear the full story, but others have judged him for that, as well as other actions in his time with the Wildlings." He could see Jon glancing over at them every now and again and decided now was the time. "I'll call for you when I wish to speak with you." He told the steward, before walking over towards Jon Snow and Jaime Lannister. "A good spar." He clapped them both. "You are both fine swordsmen."

"Perhaps you'll have a bout with me one day." Jaime smirked cockily.

Luke didn't take the bait and simply laughed. "Maybe one day when I'm sure you don't want to kill me, Lannister." He retorted, before turning to Jon Snow. "I wonder if I may impose on you for a little while for a chat in my solar?" He asked.

"I have duties…" Jon trailed off.

"I will speak with Ser Alliser, you needn't worry about him." Luke waved off. "The Night's Watch is beyond my remit I know, but Ser Alliser has been a Targaryen loyalist for so long he'd lick my boots clean if I asked him." He noticed Jon was amused at the imagery. "Come, it might be a long chat." He escorted Jon to the King's Tower and poured them both out some clean water, a rare delicacy that Luke was enjoying in his time at the Wall. Jon was stood on his side of the desk awkwardly. "Sit, please." Luke gestured as he sat down himself. Jon followed suit. "So, you are Jon Snow, son of Eddard Stark, brother of Robb, Sansa and Arya."

"And Bran and Rickon." Jon stated quickly. "And I always will be, no matter their fate." He looked down at his shoes, an expression that Luke couldn't quite read on his face.

"Of course, forgive me I never met them." Luke stated honestly. "But I spent enough time with Sansa and Robb especially to know that they think the world of you."

"Sansa said that?" Jon asked, surprised.

Nodding, Luke continued. "She's not the same girl as you knew I would expect. Her time in King's Landing forced her to grow up quicker than most girls in her position, something which I believe you may be familiar with?"

"Aye, the Wall forces a man to grow up less he loses his life to one thing or another." Jon explained.

"I'm noticing that." Luke replied. "Hardened men man this castle. Hardened by death, by cold, by duty. Some however are hardened by dislike, and most of the men I've spoken to seem to dislike you."

Jon didn't look surprise. "I'm not here to be liked, Your Grace. I'm here to protect the realms of men."

"Some claim you betray your brothers for the Wildlings." Luke continued.

"Are they not men?" Jon countered. "You know I spent time with them, or you wouldn't be talking to me. I can assure you that the Free Folk are every bit as human as you or I, they've just a harsher life north of the Wall and have evolved to value their independence. If it weren't for the coming Winter, they would be content in the North."

"So it's the cold they are running from?" Luke asked. "And they're willing to butcher thousands for it?"

Jon shook his head. "Not just the weather, but what brings it." He said ominously. "What do you know of the White Walkers?"

Luke's initial reaction was to scoff, but he caught himself just in time as he thought on the prophecy he had discussed with Aemon. "Only what the stories tell us."

"I've seen the aftermath of their attack on the ranging party." Jon explained. "They are cruel, crueller than any man I've known. They butchered the Night's Watch and lay any part they couldn't raise in their army in a pattern." He spoke venomously. "All the Free Folk have their tales of raids, but the White Walkers are growing bolder, coming further South and killing anybody in their way and adding the dead to their army."

"So they are running from the White Walkers?" Luke asked.

"Aye." Jon nodded. "They want safety behind the Wall but they know they won't get it peacefully. That's why Mance is attacking."

"I hope you know that I can't simply allow over one hundred thousand Wildlings to pass the Wall without the agreement of my Lords Paramount at the very least." Luke explained.

"Mance is resigned to the fight." Jon sighed. "He trusts the South as much as we trust the Free Folk. I would not ask you to strongarm Ser Alliser, Your Grace, only to keep an open mind. I've heard about your run in with my former group…" He trailed off, looking away for some reason Luke couldn't work out. "All I ask is that you don't hold that attack on the Free Folk as a whole. They are simply scared, and willing to do anything they can to run from the coming storm."

The statement made Luke look to his thoughts for a moment as he digested it all, thinking on the conversation he had shared with Robb Stark weeks earlier about the misconceptions of him. "You speak truly." He finally said after a while. "The actions of a few shouldn't be cause to judge the many. Thank you, Jon Snow. I'm sure I will speak to you a lot more, but I won't keep you from your duties today any longer." He stood up, causing Jon to do the same before they shook hands. "If you could tell Samwell Tarly that I'd like to speak to him next."

"Of course, Your Grace." Jon bowed his head, departing the solar.

As the door shut Luke walked over to grab the small letter chest filled with his brother's writings, pulling out the one that detailed the prophecy once again. "The Prince that was Promised…" He said quietly. "Born amidst salt and smoke… to stand against great evil and darkness…" The White Walkers fit the last part, and with the rest of the prophecy coming together more than nicely, he was even more convinced that Daenerys was the prophesised hero. Placing the letter back, Luke was determined to get as much out of Sam Tarly about the White Walker he supposedly killed as possible.

A week of being at Castle Black had given Luke the full picture that he thought he needed. The mix of Sam's testimony and Rhaegar's letters had shown the King that the White Walkers were the true threat, the one that every living man needed to band together and fight. Unfortunately, the living had their own agendas and there was no chance at this point to stop Mance Rayder from attacking. The only battle Luke felt like he may have been able to stop was that of the division inside the Night's Watch, though the stubbornness of Ser Alliser and Jon Snow made that just as unlikely.

Ultimately though, Luke knew that he needed to act fast and return to King's Landing in order to gather even more men. He had heard that the Crownlanders had gathered and set sail from King's Landing to go to Pyke, which left only a few thousand of his own Targaryen guard left in the Capital. Knowing that he could plan better once he knew the full picture in the South, the last aim of his in Castle Black was to determine the number of men that he would need, settling on around ten thousand.

His last meeting was with Ser Franklyn Flowers of his Kingsguard, and after offering the white knight some water, Luke started. "I'm leaving you here to command my men." He instructed.

"Your Grace, my place is with you… it has always been with you." Franklyn protested.

"You have been at my side from the very start, Franklyn." Luke praised. "I need a loyal man here, one with enough command experience to be able to make a difference if we are late to the fight. But not only that, you're that thick headed that you'll be constantly reminding them through sheer bluntness that the King isn't abandoning them and that we aren't hopeless against however many men Mance Rayder throws at us."

He didn't mean it offensively, and the years of banter between them only caused Franklyn to snort in laughter. "I can do that." He responded. "So that's my mission? To keep things running here until you return?"

Luke nodded. "Once I get back, I'll begin sending men and supplies up here. I'll start with ten thousand but if I can stretch to more men then all the better. You will be in command until I return."

"As you wish, Your Grace." Franklyn bowed his head.

They both stood, and Luke made sure to shake Franklyn's hand. "Thank you for this, my friend."

"Just next time, send me to Dorne or the Arbor." Franklyn smirked. "Your Grace." He added jovially.

Luke clapped Franklyn on the back and was leading him back out of his solar when a single horn blast blew from the top of the Wall. They waited with baited breath for another one to sound, but nothing followed. "Ranger returning." Luke explained, and he made his way down to the courtyard where the majority of those at Castle Black had gathered around two sorry looking, shivering black brothers. Jon was in the middle of giving a speech.

"How long do you think they'll keep that information to themselves when the Wildlings are peeling their fingernails off? Mance has all he needs to crush us; he just doesn't know it yet. As soon as he gets his hands on them, he will. Then he'll throw his full strength at us. And even if every one of us kills 100 wildlings, there's still not a thing we can do to stop them."

One of the stewards, Pyp, summed up the majority of the Night's Watch's feelings with his next statement. "I don't think I can kill a hundred Wildlings."

"We need to leave tomorrow." Luke said to his squire beside him, realising the dire situation. "If Rayder gets to those mutineers before the Night's Watch… then Jon is right, they'll come straight for the Wall with everything they have."

"I'll ensure the horses are cleaned and fed well tonight." Ned Dayne said firmly, before he bowed and walked away to the castle stables."

"Ser Rolly, go and fetch Ser Raymund and the pair of you will guard the King." Ser Barristan instructed. "Ser Franklyn, with me. I wish to speak with you before we leave."

Luke knew it was nothing bad and just some words of advice from the long serving Kingsguard, and so he waited until his guard had changed before moving from his spot, watching the Night's Watch fuss around the two mutiny survivors.

Dawn was soon upon them, and as the sun began to peak over the eastern towers Luke was tightening the straps on his horse's saddle. He heard footsteps crunching in the snow behind him and turned to see Samwell Tarly helping Maester Aemon down the steps to the courtyard.

"Maester, I was about to come and say farewell." Luke told the blind man.

"I felt it best to come to you, dear boy." Aemon explained. "With a bit of a request, if I may be so bold. You see, I once had a dragon egg that failed to hatch, despite myself and little Egg pretending that they would. I longed to be a rider as a child."

Grinning and knowing the feeling, Luke replied. "I'm afraid he is too small to ride, Uncle, but I shall call Valaxes down to meet you." He let out a shrill whistle, and from his perch up high on a tower roof Valaxes jumped down to ground level, landing a few feet away from them. Members of the Night's Watch jumped back in fright, but Luke simply took Maester Aemon's free arm and guided him towards the dragon.

"I can feel his warmth." Aemon was grinning like a small child.

Luke stopped them a foot away from the dragon. "Valaxes." He spoke in Valyrian. "This is family, this is blood of the dragon."

Valaxes seemed to know that already however, and after a moment of posturing and flapping his wings, he moved closer and lowered his head to allow Maester Aemon to pet him. The moment that the wrinkled old hand touched the black dragon scales Aemon almost squealed in delight. "Marvellous." He whispered. "Absolutely marvellous." He then directed his speech back at Luke. "Thank you. You have made our House proud, Lucerys." He then turned to the dragon. "Look after your rider, Valaxes, he will bring glory to our House."

Valaxes simply snorted out a puff of smoke, bathing Aemon in it and causing the old man to grin even wider. Luke, knowing that they needed to set off, then pulled gently on Aemon's arm. "It's time we departed."

"Quite, lots to do." Aemon agreed.

"When this is over, I'll send for you to come to King's Landing." Luke insisted. "You can meet Daenerys, and Visenya."

"I would like nothing more." Aemon said. "But I am a man of the Night's Watch, my place is here."

Luke smiled, but still knew that he would bring the old man back South to a place of comfort as soon as he could. He kissed Aemon on the cheek and handed him back to Sam before mounting up once more. Looking around he spotted Jon Snow looking down at them from a balcony, whilst Jaime Lannister was also watching him from a different spot. "Ride on!" Luke called, letting the few Targaryen soldiers that were returning to the South leave the courtyard first as he took one final look, waiting for Valaxes to shoot up into the air before he spurred his own horse through the gates as they set off for Eastwatch.

Don't worry I'm not foreshadowing anything major with the Aerion link… He is described as incredible looking however, and to me it makes sense to link Luke to somebody Aemon would know in the heat of their first meeting before Aemon then spoke of Luke's actions to differentiate them.

I needed a Jon and Ygritte scene in here, not only to let you know the two main people that survived but also because they are an important pairing in this story. Ao3 has them as one of the main tags after all.

On the Luke and Jon scene, firstly I just want to mention the brief water comment. It's a well-known fact that water wasn't very sanitary in the sort of times that this is based on, so a Wall made of pure ice seems like as good a place as any to actually have clean water to drink.

Jon also knows that Bran is alive, but he's not advertising that fact to a King he doesn't exactly trust given the Stark and Targaryen history. I think he feels better after their conversation though, knowing that Luke might not just want to slaughter all of the Wildlings. That's only because the prophecy talk came first though.

The two survivors are obviously Grenn and Edd. That scene would have happened in this time frame so I needed to include it, but it also gives Luke that sense of urgency.

And finally, Aemon needed to pet a dragon. It's a show fic so he may die before any of the talk of King's Landing comes to fruition as he only has a year or so left in him, but knowing some of his youth from the Dunk and Egg stories I know he wanted to be a dragon rider as a kid so to have him go through this story without petting a dragon seemed cruel.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

Next Time: Luke arrives back in King's Landing, whilst Jon Snow asks for volunteers for his mission to Craster's Keep.

Reviews:

Anaconda: Thank you!

Gtopia (Chapter 33): I'm glad you noticed that lol. Luke won't know the truth about Jon for a long time though (Chapter 71 if my current plan keeps).

Tony McNucklz: Well they were cannibals in the show so they are here. The owl attacked after Luke killed an 'unnamed' Thenn. That was the warg, who then like Orell in Season 3 got into his animal and attacked his killer. Tormund and Ygritte's fate are shown here, and I'm done talking about your dislike of Robb. He has a very important role in this story, so suck it up.

Guest (Pretty Cool): Well I think that my plot is going to be better… whether the readers agree with me we shall see.

Cindy: Haha, are there going to be more than one?

SashaAlexi: Honestly, I think the name of their first child will be pretty obvious… it's the later children that will be less guessable. I think Luke will understand eventually that the dangers of the White Walkers outdo those of the Wildlings, but for now he knows he can't simply let them South of the Wall without causing massive problems in the North. Thank you for the words on the battle scene, I promise that's not the last one…

DougTheMug: Thank you! It'll take some persuading for Luke to agree to settle a hundred thousand Wildlings for sure.

Guest (Spectacular): Thank you!

Guest (Dragons): They're still young yet, though there's a surprise next chapter for dragon fans…

TheRagFromTheCrag (Chapter 29): Really? I've never actually played Rogue, though I played all the 'main' games of the series before boycotting Ubisoft for their horrific work culture.