Hey everyone, I am going to be building outside this world in general. I know you are all probably excited to Hadrian vs the Mountain but there are a couple of key locations that need to be addressed before we get to the fight. So this chapter will be going over them and how they respond to the information they have at hand. This chapter was requested by my patrons. If you wish to have a say in what I write, read 2 chapters ahead, or just to support me then please consider joining my Pat reon. Thank you. Also thank you for the review, I misclicked the wrong chapter.
Castle Black
Tyrion looked at the giant structure in awe. He had heard the reports and heard the descriptions but seeing the Wall was something else entirely. "It is truly majestic." Tyrion said to his traveling companions. "Your ancestors truly were amazing if this is what they made."
"I need to speak to the commander when we get there." Benjen stated as he ignored Tyrion and his comments. "Jon, I want you to find Maester Aemon. I will need his help."
"Yes, uncle." Jon replied as he looked at his future home.
"You do not have to take the black Jon." Tyrion stated as he looked at the young man. "I have heard that the healer Hadrian had offered you a place with him."
"Oh, and how would you know that?" Jon snarled back.
"He offered myself the same thing. Curious as I am about the man, I fear I am not the greatest for the mercenary life." Tyrion replied.
"Right," Jon replied as they approached Castle Black.
"Honestly, your sense of duty is admirable." Tyrion stated as he saw Benjen talking to the guards. "Though if I were you, I would find what I wished to be. Then maybe find a beautiful woman and settle down."
"You think..." Jon started to yell before he caught himself. "You think, I want to do this. It is the thing that will bring peace to my family. You would not understand."
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Tyrion stated waving at himself. "I know more than you think."
"You, my lord, are a nobleborn." Jon coldly said.
"And you are a bastard." Tyrion said back causing Jon to flinch. "Tell me, does it bother you to be called that?"
"Of course it does." Jon stated as they walked through the gate.
"Then take it. Use it as an armor." Tyrion stated as he looked around. "You may be a bastard, but that does not define you."
"How would you feel if you were in my position?" Jon asked as he was directed towards the maesters room.
"All dwarfs are bastards in the eyes of their father." Tyrion told him causing Jon to turn. "Me more than others. After all, your father never tried to have you killed multiple times."
Jon did not reply as he walked towards the maester's room. 'Why did he say those things?' Jon questioned to himself.
Meanwhile Benjen was on a mission. He walked purposefully to the Lord Commander's quarters. Turning he saw Alliser Thorne, the master-at-arms, heading towards the commander's room. "Thorne" Benjen said trying to keep the animosity to a minimum.
"Stark," Alliser said as he held the door open.
"Ah, Benjen good. We have received a report from a source that the wildlings are seeking refuge behind the wall." Jeor Mormont an old man from Bear Islands said looking at the maps of beyond the wall.
"Do we have any reports stating about the reason why?" Qhorin Halfhand asked as he looked at the map that marked wildling settlements that were currently found destroyed.
"From report, it states it is from White Walkers." Bowen Marsh the Lord Steward of the Night's Watch stated revealing the letter and notes to all.
"Of course, next we will believe dragons are back in the world." Othell Yarwyck, the First Builder of the Night's Watch joked.
"Dragons are back." Benjen stated getting a look from the rest. "While I was in Winterfell, a man came from Essos. He told us of his travels. Apparently the Lord of Avalon has resurrected the species."
"Eastwatch stated that a ghost of a man had crossed the sea's ice and coast passing towards roads toward Winterfell." Aemon stated as he was walked in with the help of Jon.
"Ridiculous." Alliser scoffed. "Those seas are known to be impossible to pass. Many wildlings had attempted and failed."
"Yes," Aemon said as he took his seat. "Unless, we are dealing with magic itself."
"What kind of power does a person need to be able to walk over water?" Qhorin questioned.
"Magics lost since the fall of Valyria." Aemon said as he pulled out an old tome. "This was sent to me from the Citadel. It depicts magics of old that was seen as miracles."
"So, you are believe this message?" Jeor questioned as he scratched his chin.
"If this is to be reliable, then we need to meet with the wildlings." Benjen said. "It will be beneficial to message my nephew in Winterfell as well."
"Aye, we do not have enough room for the entire wildling horde." Othell stated.
"You are all serious considering letting those savages into our lands?" Alliser countered. "You all have lost brothers to those fuckers."
"If these words are to be believed, then if we abandon them, they will join an army of dead." Bowen stated as he also did not enjoy what the Lord Commander and First Ranger was suggesting. "Are we to trust this Hadrian?"
"Hadrian?!" Benjen exclaimed as he knew his son had told him he had come from beyond the wall but this was crazy.
"Aye, that was the name in the letter." Jeor stated. "Has there been any communication from our scouts?"
"No, commander." Qhorin stated. "Last update was the wildlings were coming together under a single man. Mance Rayder."
"The traitor finally shows himself..." Alliser said with disgust. "How are we to believe any of this. For all we know they will kill us the moment they get the chance."
"Benjen, you will ride out with your brothers. Get in contact with the Wildlings and see if what this Hadrian has said is true." Jeor stated making his decision final. "The rest will prepare for battle. We need to train new recruits and we need to be ready."
"Yes, Lord Commander." They all stated.
"Good, you are dismissed." Jeor said as he looked at the maps again.
All of them looked at them before departing. All except Benjen. "That note is from my son." Benjen stated to his commander and friend.
"Aye, I assumed by your reaction." Jeor said looking at his friend. "I still could not trust it. We are the protectors of the realm."
"I am aware. We need to prepare for the worst." Benjen stated. "His words are truthful though. I had seen the dead."
"You have?!" Jeor questioned.
"Aye, he had brought an animated skeleton arm. Dark times are ahead of us my friend." Benjen said as he went to grab some ale.
"This is bad Ben. It is hard enough to keep these men from each other's throats at the best of times." Jeor stated looking at the Stark. "Now, you expect me to let the wildlings into our lands?"
"Allow me to write a message to my nephew." Ben asked. "I will take my other nephew with me as a representative before he takes the black."
"You are playing a dangerous game. We are not to interfere with the realms." Jeor said remembering his own vows.
"I know, but if this note is true, we will need more than us just to fight." Benjen stated with a sigh.
"Best get on it then." Jeor stated as he held out a paper already sealed. "Be sure to send this out as well. I am sure a wildling is keeping watch of our area."
"Yes, Lord Commander." Benjen said as he walked out.
Winterfell
Catelyn Stark walked the corridors of the great castle on her way to see her son. Bran had recovered just as the young man had said, which was a blessing for her as she had tirelessly prayed to both the new and old gods to help him. Thinking back on the young man who had saved her son had given her a sense of ease. He reminded her of her husband and brother in law in how he seemed to just gain respect of all. It was no wonder Benjen had become first ranger in the 15 years of him taking the black. It had been a shame that he could not accompany Ned south but the plus side was Jon had gone with him to Castle Black. She had never liked the bastard of her husband. It was the constant reminder of her husband's disloyalty. While she could not fault Ned for sleeping with the woman, after all he did give her a son just months prior and with war you never knew when the next day would be there last, it hurt her to see the child the day he brought him to Winterfell. Still it finally a relief that she no longer had to see him. Catelyn had turned to corner towards her son's room. She felt the magic barrier the healer had left as she moved towards the door. She was still amazed at all that the man had done for her son.
Flashback
Catelyn had stood there in shock as she looked at her son staring back at her. "Mother what is going on?" Bran asked as he looked like he had just awoken from a nap instead of a death sleep.
"Oh Bran!" She cried out as tears rolled down her eyes.
"Ah, mom!" He cried out as she hugged him.
"My little boy!" She cried out as she held him.
"Mom..." Bran started as he saw Summer leading his father and brothers to him as the door open.
"Bran!" His brothers cried out as they saw him.
"You awoke sooner than I expected." Bran heard looking at the man that had come in. "I believe this proves my innocence."
"Of course." He heard the king call out from behind the group. "Best to leave the family. Come Hadrian, you tell me stories of your journey."
"Sadly your Grace. I must see to it that young Brandon has his motor functions." Hadrian had explained. "Now, for my young patient. How do you feel?"
"Great!" Bran stated as he tried to get out of bed. "Uhhhh..."
"Seems your legs are refusing to move." Hadrian stated as he turned to Jon. "Can you please help me flip him over. I must inspect his spine."
"Of course." Jon stated as he went to the bed. "Ready Bran?"
"Yea..." Bran stated nervous about pain.
He was surprised, as he felt no pain. "What did you think I would not be thorough. You would not be able to move your finger without pain right now, if I had not given you the medicine I had with me." Hadrian explained as he watched the boy being laid on his stomach. "Now let's see..."
It was several minutes with baited breathe as Hadrian seemed to casting spells as he ran his hands down the boy's spine. "Well, good news and bad news." Hadrian stated after several minutes of his examination. "Good news is he will be able to walk again. His spine shifted after the fall. He will need to be on medication as well a strict exercise if he ever wishes to walk again."
"What is the bad news?" Ned asked fearing the worst.
"Your son will always have to have a support to walk. There is only so much I can do with an injury. If it was any place other than the spine I would be able to fix it perfectly." Hadrian explained looking down. "Unfortunately because the spine is so important to the body if I did that, I run the risk of permanently not being able to move ever. Or worse it could kill the lad. I am sorry."
"You have done more than anyone could have asked for." Catelyn said as she held her son's hand as she looked at the young man. "If there is anything I could do to help you."
"This was for family." Hadrian stated as he got up. "Brandon, I will be placing safety wards on this room. Stay in here for the next couple weeks. Regain your strength and I expect you to be walking next time I am here."
Flashback end
It was quite a happy and sad affair when they found out that Bran had lost his ability to walk. He had said it felt like his legs had forgotten how to and refused to move the way he wanted to. Still Hadrian had done what he said he did. She looked at the door as it was slightly ajar. 'Hodor must have left it open for Bran to have fresh air.' She thought.
She opened the door and looked in shock. Her son was sleeping peacefully, as he tended to after the exercise and process to help him learn to walk. Below his bed was Summer standing over a body of what appeared to be a man passed out unconscious. She was so shocked that she hadn't noticed that Summer was growling at the man as he seemed to have a shining metal in his hand. "What happened?" She muttered as she slowly approached the man.
In the hands was a dagger with a gold dragon handle. "An assassin!" Catelyn cried out. "Guards!"
She looked at the mirror that Hadrian had placed in the room tapping the surface. Throughout the castle bells started to chime. "Thank the gods!" Catelyn cried out as she heard the bells going off.
In moments twenty armed guards had rushed the room. "Mother, what happened?!" Robb asked as he appeared with his men.
"Guards seize this man!" Catelyn cried out as she turned to her son. "Hadrian had come through again."
"So, it would seem." Robb stated as he walked towards his mother as the guards grabbed the man. "This can not be a coincidence. Too much is happening."
"What do you mean?" Catelyn asked as she turned to her son.
"We had just received word from both Uncle Benjen and Father." Robb explained as he pulled the notes out.
After a few minutes of reading, Catelyn turned to her son. "Do you think he knew?"
"If I had to guess. Probably." Robb stated as he turned to Sir Rodrik. "Send word to all the Lords of the North. I am calling the bannermen just encase."
"Robb?" His mother questioned.
"I am Lord of Winterfell. I must inform the lords of my decision." Robb stated as he turned to prepare.
"And that is?" Catelyn asked.
"To prepare for hundreds of thousands of people to be in our lands. As well as to prepare for war." Robb stated as he looked at the last note his mother had read. "After all, we both know Hadrian will need support when he wins."
North beyond the Wall
Mance Rayder was sitting with his council as they continued to move south. "The dead are still coming. We need to move faster." Dim Dalba stated as he looked at his leader.
"We must prepare to leave at dawn." Karsi the leader of the ice-river clans explained. "If we can get to Hardhome we can rest for a couple of days."
"The settlement can not hold all of the Free-folk." The Lord of Bones, Rattleshirt, said licking his lips. "We will need to eat some of our own."
"You and your blasted Thenns are the reason we are viewed as savages." Tormund Giantsbane stated.
"What did you say?!" Rattleshirt roared.
"Enough!" Mance had enough with their arguing. "We will be moving south. How are the warriors?"
"They are ready for war. We can attack the Crows and force ourselves in." Tormund stated as he continued to glare and Rattleshirt.
"Good, if the White wall gets to us we all need to be ready." Mance replied referring to the army of the dead.
Before they could continue however a scout came in. "We have a message from a sorcerer and from the crows." The woman said as she came in.
"Oh, pray tell how these were acquired?" Mance said as he looked at the pieces of paper.
"Orell was using his hawk to scout the crows." The woman stated as spat on the ground. "He spotted one raven looking like it was possessed and another heading to Craster's."
"So the crows finally decided to call us out." Rattleshirt spat.
"Enough," Mance stated as he took the notes.
Several minutes passed as Mance read the notes. 'It seems like we have multiple choices now.' Mance thought as he turned to his family. "It seems that a blood sorcerer has graced our lands. He states to get as far south as possible and if we do not leave the true north behind the wall, we need to send a scout to Winterfell."
"And the crows?" Karsi questioned.
"They wish to meet. The are apparently sending a representative of Winterfell and the crows." Mance stated as he looked at his men.
"We should send them back with their head on a pike!" Styr his more violent lieutenant stated.
"Or this will be a opportunity to have our people be safe." Dim retorted.
"We will have to see." Mance stated as he turned to the scout. "I need you to send a response. Perhaps you will be willing?"
"I rather we fight and show these crows who we are." The woman replied angered.
"But you will do what is needed." Mance did not question but made a statement.
"Fine." The woman replied angered.
"Ygritte, how about after this you meet me back in my tent. I will show you how I managed to mate with a bear." Tormund said looking at the woman with lust.
"Not if you were the last one alive." She replied turning away from the group.
As Tormund laughed, Mance just sighed. 'Will the crows truly see reason?' Was his thoughts as he ended the meeting to allow all rest for the next forced march they needed to do.
The Reach
Olenna Tyrell sat in her garden sipping butterbeer imported from Avalon. She would never admit but it was more satisfying drink then their own Arbor Gold. Thankfully they still had the Lannisters as their main supporter or else they might have lost major profits to this drink. Regardless, she had a note from King's Landing in her hand. 'Foolish family.' She thought as she was still annoyed that her granddaughter was not selected to be the next queen.
The note stated that they were having a tourney for the new Hand of the King as well as trial by combat. 'Why does this need the Paramounts of the Kingdoms is beyond me.' She questioned as she saw this for what it was. "A power play if I had ever seen one." She muttered to herself as she saw her family coming to join her.
"Ah, good. I expected you all five minutes earlier. No matter." Olenna stated as she saw her oaf of a son sit in front of her ignoring his crippled son Willas forcing him to stand.
"What is all this about mother?" Mace said as he seemed already out of breathe from his weight.
"Seriously, Mace. You had read the message that was sent to us." Olenna complained. "I wanted all of the family opinion on this."
"Grandmother is it true that a man will be fighting the Mountain?" Margaery asked as she had heard the rumors that were coming from Oldtown. "Also the Stark's had a man cure their crippled son to the point he could walk?"
"Really, child. Where have you heard these rumors." Olenna asked as she saw Willas straighten up listening intently.
She would never admit but she was proud of her granddaughter's information gathering skills. 'Maybe this family has a future after all.' She thought as she took pride in both Willas and Margaery.
"Oldtown had been having ravens sent to it every several hours from the north." Margaery blushed realizing that she was being tested.
"Is the rumors true?" Willas asked not getting his hopes up.
"They are true. The maesters have stated the boy was going to be lucky to just survive and would never walk again." Olenna explained what her spies had reported. "Then a medicine man from Avalon had come and healed the boy. They say he will have some issues such as climbing but he should make a full recovery."
"Grandmother, do you think we can get this man to heal Willas?" Loras questioned as he looked towards his elder brother.
"It is possible... If the man survives..." Olenna stated as she held out the message she had been rereading.
"Do you mean the man is to face the Mountain?!" Mace yelled out.
"Yes, and if you do not shut up we will let the entire city know of it." Olenna scolded her idiot son. "They are expecting representatives of all Kingdoms to attend."
"Grandmother, can I join the group going?" Margaery quickly questioned before realizing what she asked.
"Preposterous!" Mace said as he turned to his daughter. "You are needed here. We just started negotiations with a man from Avalon. If we could get you as the lady of the city. Just imagine."
"Quiet Mace!" Olenna hissed out. "You blubbering fool. That man had no power in Avalon. He was using you for the gifts."
"But grandmother..." Margaery started. "We need a way to secure a way to get access to Avalon."
"Hmm, Willas." Olenna turned her attention to her favorite grandson.
"Yes, grandmother." He responded shifting on his cane.
"Are you still in contact with the man who injured you?" She questioned.
"Oberyn? Yes we spoke last tourney he came to. Why?" Willas cautiously questioned.
"Because, apparently the right hand man of the Shadowlord had come from their kingdom and is traveling with Oberyn right now towards King's Landing." Olenna replied watching Willas draw the same conclusion.
"This can be our ticket into Avalon..." Willas finished his grandmother's thought.
"Exactly. We need to be cautious but this can be our chance to plant our roots in the biggest city this world has seen since King's Landing." Olenna stated as she laid out her plans.
Avalon **Lemon ahead**
Daenerys smirked in her sleep. "Hadrian..." She moaned as she thought of her husband licking and sticking his tongue in her slit. "Yes... right there..."
She felt herself becoming more and more aroused as her husband slowly pleasured her body. His tongue flicked her sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers slid in pushing on her sensitive section inside. "Yes!" She moaned as her body slowly arced and squeezed him closer to her heated core.
Minutes went by as she wished for him to take her. "Please..." She moaned as her hands went to her nipples. "Take me..."
Hadrian just smirked. 'That infuriating smirk' she thought as she felt his mouth clamp down on her clit. She felt his fingers giving her a come here movement as her body started to shake. "Please..." She growled with need.
"Only for you..." She heard Missandei's voice call back to her causing her to slowly wake up. "Now come!"
"Ahhhhh!" Daenerys cried out as the other woman had flicked her tongue out as her fingers pushed against her insides. It was enough to cause Dany to go over the edge as she clamped her legs around Missandei's head as her own hands ran teased her own nipples.
"There we go..." Missandei after a few moments of letting Daenerys's body slowly tremble and release her from her confides. "That makes us even."
"Definitely..." Daenerys mumbled as she was still ride her own high as her body trembled.
"Now, we need to get ready." Missandei said as she crawled up the other woman's body. "We have a city to run."
"Yes..." Daenerys murmured. "I am getting you back tonight..."
"You had already done that last night remember." Missandei stated as she kissed the other woman passionately.
Daenerys did remember. They had went to bed rather hot and bothered as it had been two weeks since Hadrian had departed. Dealing with the issues of the day, they had taken to bed seeking each other to give each other relief. 'Thank the Gods we ended up sleeping like normal.' Daenerys thought as the last thing she had remembered was being between Missandei's legs lapping up the juices of the woman's release. 'I must have pulled her into my arms before we slept.'
**Lemon end**
Daenerys looked as Missandei went towards their closet. Her hips swayed back as she purposely showed her small bubble butt. "Tease..." Daenerys sighed seeing Missandei smirk back at her. "You are doing this on purpose."
"Just like you did in the bath." Missandei stated as she grabbed a silk black dress. "Hmm, now what for you..."
"Grab me the white one. I think we should match our hair today." Daenerys said as she got out of their bed walking towards the closet.
"Mmmm" Missandei moaned as Daenerys slipped her hand around grabbing the dress as she kissed Missandei's neck.
"Hadrian should be back soon. What do you think we should do to surprise him?" Daenerys whispered into Missandei's ear as she pulled the dress towards her.
"I know what I want to do when he is back..." Missandei said as she felt Daenerys push up against her back.
"Me too..." She whispered back.
"If we continue we will never leave this bedroom..." Missandei said as she turned to the other woman.
"Would that be a bad thing..." Daenerys asked getting closer to Missandei.
Before Missandei could reply however the door opened as the hand maidens came in.
An hour later, Missandei was standing next to Daenerys as the first group of people had come in. "My ladies, we come with the reports of our export profits." Kiz Wyne, a keyholder and representative of the Iron Bank in Avalon, started. "We have a ship from Westeros bringing in several fruit trees being brought in from Dorne, The Reach, and the Crownlands. As well as a very sizeable amount of gold and silver from the fabric and butterbeer and fire whiskey."
"The report states that we should be expecting an additional amount of animals such as cows and chickens." Daenerys commented on as she had Missandei hand her the report.
"Yes, my lady. It is a sizeable amount." Kiz said as he looked at the throne. "The Iron Bank is happy to report that you are also the best investors as well as clients again for the quarter."
I am happy to hear we are both benefiting from the business. You are dismissed." Daenerys stated as she turned to the next report.
""Before you ask, there is no news about Hadrian. This report is from Hollywood. The spiders are become restless again." Missandei stated as she handed the report.
"Of course..." Daenerys stated as she looked at the damage. "Thankfully they have not hurt anyone. We will need to send one of the dragons to cull the younger ones again."
"Probably Sirius." Missandei replied as she looked at the door waiting for the next person. "Samira has been depressed since she dropped Hadrian off."
"Yeah, she barely goes and hunts." Daenerys sighed as she remembered how the dragon seemed to be sulking in her nest. "She wouldn't let anyone except us near her."
"Speaking of dragons, how is it coming along with hatching the ones you got for a wedding gift?" Missandei asked as Hadrian had given Daenerys the mission to hatch them.
"Not good. The heat seems to help them, but I do not know what is missing." Daenerys sighed as she remembered her previous attempt to hatch them failed as Sirius used his flame to heat them.
"Well, remember that Hadrian used magic and blood of his enemies to get them to hatch. Maybe you need to figure out how to do that." Missandei suggested.
"Maybe..." Daenerys murmured as the door opened up depressed that she still had not succeeded in hatching them.
Daenerys turned to the door. She watched as the group of tan women walked in. 'Odd we were not expecting a new group in this soon.' She thought as the report stated that the closest group bringing in refugees from Slaver's Bay was still three days out.
Daenerys started to smile as she saw the last person come in. "Veltina!" Daenerys said seeing her first friend after Missandei walking through the door. "We were not expecting you for several weeks! Is Hadrian with you?!"
"Unfortunately my lady, your husband has done something very foolish." Veltina stated as she pulled the note out.
"Hadrian..." Both of the ladies murmured as she looked at the note in Veltina's hand. "Where are my manners. Welcome to Avalon."
"So, you are the famous exiled Targaryen. I honestly you are not what I expected." The head of the newcomers stated as the woman removed her hood. "Though the city is interesting."
"Arianne, behave!" The eldest of the women said as they all removed their hoods. "I apologize my lady. We had a long trip. I am Ashara of house Dayne. This is Arianne Martell, daughter of Prince Doran. This is my daughter Arthura. And last is Nymeria, Tyene, and Obara Sand, daughters of Prince Oberyn."
I welcome you all to Avalon. I am Lady Daenerys Stark. This is Missandei Stark. We are the wives of Lord Hadrian. Your journey must have been long. Please allow the servants show you to your rooms. A late lunch seems to be in order." Daenerys said as she smugly looked at Arianne.
Dothraki Sea
Viserys looked at his army in disgust. 'I should have the power of dragons. I am the last dragon. The rightful King!' He thought as his anger seemed to always be getting the better of him whenever he thought of his sister and that man. 'Still, I have to play this smart. If I can kill him, I will have my whore of a sister produce me an heir and take his city and dragons for myself.'
Viserys thought of all the grandeur and women he would be able to have from such a place as Jorah walked in. "Your grace, I have just received word from King's Landing."
"Well, what is it?" Viserys said as he saw a couple of the Dothraki glaring at him and the man.
"It seems someone by the name of Hadrian has been put on trail and is in what they call a trail by combat against the Gregor Clegane." Jorah replied keeping the knelt position.
"So, the Upsurper has the Lord of Avalon in his grasp and does not even realize it." Viserys said as he tried to figure out a way to use this. "We need to ride to Avalon. The man's throne will be as good as our with this horde."
"Your grace, the Dothraki will not attack that city." Jorah stated only to hear a crashing of a cup slamming the ground. "They refer to it as the City of Death."
"They fear one single man..." Viserys growled in anger.
The gifts he had acquired, screamed in fear as Viserys began to throw his tent around. "I will have that city. I will own those dragons!"
"Of course, your Grace." Jorah said trying to calm the deranged man.
Jorah had seen this multiple times in the past 2 months since he had joined his service. First it was to his sister, then it was to the Dothraki when they had not given him his extra food, and finally towards the poor girls that had been forced to serve him. The man was becoming as mad as the Mad King. Still, the Dothraki obeyed his commands because they had feared the Shadow Lord of Avalon. He had told them to be under his command while he was away. But Jorah feared that it was soon going to come close to the breaking point for the Dothraki.
"How close are we to Avalon?!" Viserys questioned as he huffed from the exertion.
"If we ride at a normal pace two months. If we push, hard to tell but six weeks." Jorah stated as he knew he would just anger the man in front of him with his answer.
"Six weeks is too long!" Viserys yelled.
"There is nothing to be done your grace. We would even kill the horses going at that pace. The Dothraki would never risk it." Jorah explained to the Beggar King.
"Very well, tomorrow we ride out at dawn." Viserys stated looking at the two women that were cowering behind the bedding. "Leave us!"
"At once your grace." Jorah said leaving as he heard the women whimper as he noticed the welts bruises on their arms and face.
"That man is going to lead us to our deaths." A Dothraki by the name of Aggo said to his fellow bloodriders as Jorah walked by.
"We should just take the khalasar from the foreigner pig and leave him for dead." Another bloodrider by the name of Rakharo stated. "This is a fools errand. The great shadow does not wish to lead us. We should speak with others and allow Jhago to lead us. He has proven that he can lead this khalasar after the death of Drogo."
Jorah felt that this was coming. 'The crazy fool is going to get me killed.' He thought as he looked at his options. 'Perhaps I can ride for Avalon and offer my services.'
Jorah looked at his horse, his tent, and his armor. He then started to prepare.