Three moons before Jon's return.

Visenya Targaryen/Val

"Tormund, how does the Night Watch stand with us?" She questioned. "Not happy, yet many are contented with the fact we killed mutineers and the rest of those cunts freezing their asses off in I cells," Tormund answered with a grunt as he looked around the arriving brothers.

She closed her eyes, the eyes cells, where Jon, her cousin, was lying, but she hadn't yet told him. She had yet to have the chance, she thought sadly. "How is he?" She asked. She hadn't gone to see him. "Stil the same, not like those other corpses, those damn things roses, the boy has the proof now." It was true Jon had put a couple of corpses in the cells, and they had risen. Yet Jon hadn't. The red had requested to wait with Buring, and considering she had saved Arthur, she had allowed it. 'When the star marks the wall of ice, Snow will transform to flame.' That is what the witch had said.

"Mmm, I wonder what that damn red woman will do. Does she wait for her King's return? Or does she see other things in the flames? She had a reason for not burning Jon." She questioned.

"I do not know Val. It is all strange. Why doesn't he rise, as all the others have? His wolf lies by the door and waits, only standing when food and water are brought. Those eyes, they look at me knowingly." Tormund wondered.

"Perhaps part of him is inside Ghost, like Orell, who entered his eagle when he died. As far as the tales go, his eagle went for Jon, or perhaps the wolf doesn't want to leave his companion." She mused.

"Tormund, Princess Val," It was the red woman. "What do you wish for, Lady Melisandra? Is there any news of your King?" She questioned. "I see the stag, the towers, and the mermaid fighting on a field of blue covered in snow." The red woman answered.

"Do always speak in riddles," Tormund grunted. "I only speak of what the flames allow me to see." The red woman answered.

"What of the Queen and the Princess? They are still in the Night Fort, with the last of his men waiting for him after the disaster of one of the queen knightlings coming to steal me. That idiot really thought he could come and steal me. I would have slit his throat if not for Wun Wun." She crumbled and started the chaos that had allowed for the murder of Jon even if he had broken his oath.

"Mmm, the queen has requested my presence. I have declined. I have more things to do in this place. My tasks here aren't done." Melisandra answered.

She turned to Melisandre, her eyes narrowing slightly. The red woman's riddles always left her uneasy, but she couldn't deny the truth that often lay hidden within them. She had witnessed the power of Melisandre's actions, so she would dismiss the women outright.

"Very well," Visenya said, folding her arms. "We will leave you to your flames, but remember, the Night's Watch is not as forgiving as Jon was. Tread carefully."

Melisandre nodded, her lips curling into a small smile. "I understand, Princess. My purpose here is not yet fulfilled."

She turned away from the red woman, her thoughts heavy with the burdens of leadership. She made her way through the corridors of Castle Black, Tormund falling into step beside her. The grizzled wildling had become one of her closest confidants, his loyalty unwavering despite the tensions between the free folk and the Night's Watch.

"What's our next move, Val?" Tormund asked, his voice low.

"We need to secure our position here and keep the peace as best as possible. The sooner a new Lord Commander is chosen, the better," she replied. "The Watch may not be openly hostile, but we can't rely on their goodwill forever. We need to strengthen our alliances and prepare for whatever comes next."

Tormund nodded. "Aye, and we need to find out more about Jon. If he's truly different from the others, there must be a reason. Perhaps it is that Stark Blood of yours," He murmured to her softly.

Her thoughts drifted to Jon, lying in the ice cells, his body untouched by the decay and stained with those cold blue eyes that had claimed so many others. There was a mystery there, one that Melisandre seemed to have some insight into. She resolved to speak with the red woman again, but for now, there were other matters to attend to.

As they entered the main hall, they were greeted by the sight of wildlings and brothers of the Night's Watch mingling uneasily. The air was thick with tension, but there was also a sense of grudging respect. They had killed the mutineers and pushed out the unwanted presence of King Stannis's men. The Night Watch takes no part.

"Princess Val," a voice called out, and she turned to see Edd Tollett approaching. "We've received word from Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. Most of the Mammoths and the Giants have been ferried over to us. Hardhome is still a mystery, but the chaos that happened. The rangeing that Jon had planned never happened. There are reports of increased activity beyond the Wall. More dead things moving, the giants encounter a group losing two in the fights to East Watch."

Her heart quickened. "At least most of them are ferried over. The more giants we save, the better. We need them for the war to come. As for Hardhome town, is it possible for the men of East Watch and the castles close to it? To range there and get those people out?"

"It's possible, Val, I will send them. The more people we can save, the better." Edd agreed.

"I shall go as well, and I can lead the party myself. It was Jon's original plan for me to do it anyway. " Tormund volunteered, his eyes gleaming with the promise of battle.

She shook her head. "No, Tormund. We need you here. Edd, I'll send one of your best rangers. Send them East Watch and try to save the people of Hardhome. We can't afford to lose you if things go south."

Tormund grumbled but didn't argue. He knew she was right.

"Good evening to both. Tomorrow, I have many ready to depart. Both of the Night Watch and Freeflok." Edd added as he left to fulfill her orders.

As the night wore on, she was drawn to the ice cells she needed to see him. She stood outside Jon's cell, her heart heavy with grief and uncertainty. Ghost lay by the door, his red eyes watching her intently. The direwolf had been constantly present since Jon's death, his loyalty unwavering.

"Ghost," she whispered, reaching out to touch the wolf's fur. "I wish I knew what to do. I wish I could bring him back. I never got to tell him the truth." She said as tears fell down her cheek.

Ghost whined softly, pressing his nose against her hand. "Thank you. Your present at least gives me some hope." She said as she pressed her head against his. Ghost licked the tears off her face, causing her to laugh.

Notes: So, there are two moons to go, and Jon will return. Don't worry I will be going more how Visenya arrived at Wall, together with Arthur.

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