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Chapter 17

Lys 297 AC

The Free City of Lys, one of the self-proclaimed daughters of Valyria, also known by some as one of the quarrelsome daughters, was enjoying a beautiful sunny day, with gentle winds swaying the flag of the «StarWolf».

Jon's ship had arrived at the city's port the previous night and had docked without any issues. Almost all the crew members, except Daenerys, who decided to stay on board under Ghost's protection, went out to have fun. Each one dispersed to different places in Lys, separating shortly before midnight. Jon, in particular, strayed from his friends' path and ended up in one of the famous Pleasure Gardens of Lys. He paused for a moment at the entrance, unsure whether to enter or not, but after thinking it over, he decided to venture in.

Inside the garden, he found that the prices to rent the company of the women were exorbitant. For a moment, he was tempted to leave, but his curiosity was greater when he saw women from exotic places he had never seen before. He took out some gold bars and decided to take three of them. He spent the night in entertainments, as he hadn't done in a long time.

The next morning, Jon was sitting on the edge of the bed, seeing the three women with whom he had shared the night. The first, a few years older than him, had dark skin, a flat face, and golden eyes; the second, blonde with blue eyes, reminded him of the myths of Lys; the third, with coppery skin and almond-shaped eyes, had long black hair. Of the three, the one who intrigued him the most was Doreah, the blonde, as she was not only sociable but also had interesting knowledge about the city's myths and those of Essos.

'They were good in bed.' Jon thought as he stood up and poured himself a glass of wine. Just before he drank, however, his nose caught a faint scent in the drink. He held the glass in front of his eyes and, swirling the wine, noticed that the color was darker than usual. Realizing that someone had tried to poison him, he gave a sarcastic smile and set the glass aside.

He decided to leave, but just in case, he took the poisoned wine with him. You never know when a good poison might come in handy. Once dressed, he mingled with the crowd that filled the market at that hour, while thinking about the dilemma he had: Daenerys Targaryen. In his opinion, she shouldn't continue the journey with them. However, he had grown fond of the last daughter of House Targaryen, and that complicated his decision.

'What should I do with her? Take her with us? Buy her a house in one of the Free Cities?' Jon thought with concern. 'The best thing would be to ask her what she wants. Yes, that's the best.' With this resolution, he headed to the ship. It was time to face the situation.

As he walked, the thought about the future led him to reflect on his own destiny.

'Hmmm... what should I do when all this is over? Return to Winterfell? Maybe now that I'm a knight, my father could give me a fortress, or I could start a trading company and travel the world... Or perhaps I should accept Lord Yohn's proposal.'

Remembering the proposal, he received from the Lord of Runestone made him relive that moment.

Flashback

The moonlight illuminated the garden path where Jon and Myranda were walking quietly. It was a walk she had requested as a last favor. The only footsteps heard were Myranda's, as Jon walked in complete silence.

"So, why have you brought me here, Lady Myranda?" Jon asked, seeing his surroundings, as it was not common for him to be in a garden like this. The one at Gulltown Castle was extensive, measuring at least a quarter of an acre, and had stone paths winding between fruit trees and flower bushes of all colors.

"My uncle wishes to speak with you, Ser." Myranda replied, turning to smile at him upon seeing his confused expression.

Jon looked at the young woman and reflected on her words. He didn't understand why the Lord of Runestone would want to speak with him, but he remembered something his father had mentioned in the past: Lord Yohn knew the Lord of Winterfell. With that idea in mind, he suspected that the Lord might have recognized him. However, his doubts would soon be resolved, as they soon arrived where Yohn Royce was waiting for them.

'He seems to have kept in shape despite his age.' Jon thought upon seeing the Lord of Runestone.

"Uncle, I have brought Ser Jon." Myranda said as she approached her uncle.

Yohn Royce turned, and for a moment, his eyes narrowed upon seeing his niece slightly disheveled. Noticing this, he asked what had happened, and Myranda replied that she had gotten tangled in a bush along the way.

The young woman's response to her uncle made Jon chuckle to himself, as the truth was that she hadn't gotten disheveled by passing by a bush, but by the kissing game she had shared with him moments before.

"I see... I suppose I'll have to tell Lord Grafton that there's a rebellious tree in his garden." Yohn commented, fixing his gaze on Jon. After seeing him for a few seconds, the Lord approached the bastard and, after looking at him closely, barely perceptibly smiled. "Well, I knew I had seen that face somewhere before."

The words of the Lord of Runestone confused Myranda and, to a lesser extent, Jon, who was beginning to understand the reason for that reaction.

"What do you mean, uncle?" Myranda asked, looking at her uncle in surprise.

"The full name of this young man is Ser Jon Snow, also known as 'The Bastard of Winterfell.'"

Yohn's words caused an unexpected reaction in Lady Myranda, who took a step back in clear astonishment.

"Y-you're telling me...?"

"That this young man is the lost son of Lord Stark." Yohn completed, seeing his niece trying to process the revelation. "Although, honestly, I'm surprised to see you here. We knew of your status as a knight, but we didn't expect you to be in the Vale; the last news Lord Arryn gave us was that you were in Essos."

These words confused Jon, who didn't understand why Lord Arryn had mentioned something about him to his vassals.

"It seems you want to know why Lord Arryn spoke to us about you, right, boy?"

Jon nodded, as he indeed wanted to understand.

"You see... Lord Arryn asked us to be on the lookout in case we saw you in this area, as His Majesty seems to be interested in knowing your whereabouts." Yohn piqued Jon's curiosity even more. "If you want to know the reason, I don't know. Lord Arryn didn't give details about it."

"I see..." Jon murmured, trying to understand why the king would want to know about him. After reflecting for a few moments, he concluded that it was probably because of his status as Lord Stark's son.

"Yes, I suppose it's hard to assimilate that a monarch wants to know about you, especially because of your birth status." Yohn commented, noticing Jon's thoughtful face. However, that was only part of the truth, as Jon Arryn was also curious to know about his namesake's activities. "Now that I've resolved that doubt, I think we can get to the real reason for our talk, right?"

"Yes." Jon responded, nodding decisively.

"Well, boy, I would like to offer you a place in the service of House Royce as a knight, to serve under the command of my cousin, Myranda's father." Yohn spoke firmly, aware that the offer was something few wandering knights would refuse. However, he knew there was a possibility that Jon would decline, given that his father, as a great Lord, could grant him a fortress and make him a landed knight, something that would surpass his offer. Even so, the Lord of Runestone hoped Jon would accept. "Tell me, Ser, do you accept?"

End flashback.

After hearing that proposal, Jon was in shock for a few moments; after all, it was an opportunity that few wandering knights received. However, he understood that the offer had originated thanks to the skills he had proved, although his status as Ned Stark's son was what gave Lord Royce the confidence to consider him a trustworthy person.

'Unfortunately for them, I can't commit to another job other than seeking those seal stones and taking them to Valyria. When that's over, I'll think about what to do. Fortunately, I managed to make them understand that I have pending matters, so Lord Yohn Royce told me that the offer would remain open for a couple more years.' Jon thought, as he walked through the bustling streets of Lys towards his ship.

As Jon walked back to the ship, Daenerys was in the room he usually occupied. The princess of House Targaryen was sitting in a chair, reading a book that Jon had given her. He had bought it in Myr, a city he had traveled to after leaving Gulltown. There, Jon and the boys acquired various items such as lace, glass, Myrish eyes, and carpets.

'I've always wondered, how can they store so many things in the hold of such a small ship?' Daenerys thought curiously, recalling the amount of goods they had loaded. 'Also, how are these rooms so large? The ship is small compared to other vessels, yet it has spacious rooms, especially the room where Jon sleeps.'

With that thought, Daenerys put the book down and stood up. Her violet eyes scanned the room with a slight melancholy; she felt bad making Jon give up his space, forcing him to sleep in what he called "the navigation room." As she saw the place, she placed a hand on her chest, feeling a slight insecurity about her own future. She knew she couldn't stay with Jon and his crew forever. The day would come when she would have to leave the ship, but she had no idea where she would go.

'I have nowhere to go back to. My brother is dead, I have no money, and my only relative is an old man in a glorified penal colony. I have nowhere to go.' Daenerys thought as she sat on the edge of the bed. As she did, her eyes fell on a small chest that had memories of her home. She stood up, approached it, and took out «Darksister» holding it with both hands.

"Ufff…" she grunted, trying to keep her balance, as the sword almost made her fall. However, she managed to stay on her feet, and gripping the hilt tightly, she looked for an empty spot in the room. Finding it, Daenerys clumsily adopted one of the stances she had seen Jon, and the boys take when they trained on the ship's deck. Narrowing her eyes with determination, she began to move her arms, trying diagonal cuts chaotically. Although her movements seemed fluid, an expert eye would notice that she lacked strength in the upward cuts. Her footwork also left much to be desired, and as she moved the sword, she tripped and fell forward. Aware that the fall was inevitable, Daenerys closed her eyes and braced for impact. However, to her surprise, she never hit the ground.

Opening her eyes, she discovered, to her surprise and embarrassment, that she was in Jon's arms, who had returned to the ship and caught her before she fell.

"So, this is what you do when you're alone on the ship. Seems interesting…" Jon commented with an amused smile. Gently, he helped her stand up.

When Daenerys was on her feet, she looked at him and then quickly looked away, blushing. "How much did you see?"

"I saw you from the beginning." Jon replied as he approached a table and sat in a chair. Sitting down, he looked at her and asked. "Why were you moving the sword like that? Do you want to learn how to use it?"

Daenerys looked at him and, looking away again, nodded. Her response caused slight surprise in Jon, who stood up, took «Darksister» from her hands, and looking her in the eyes, asked why she wanted to learn to use a sword.

The young Targaryen remained silent for a few seconds but finally decided to tell him the reason: she didn't know what to do with her future. She wasn't part of the crew and couldn't contribute anything to the ship, as she had no knowledge of navigation or trade. Therefore, she wanted to learn to handle a weapon, thinking that maybe she could make a living as a mercenary or something similar.

Daenerys's response made Jon realize that she had also been reflecting on her future. Then, after a few moments of reflection, he decided to give her several options to choose her destiny.

"Daenerys…" Jon said, catching her attention while she stayed thoughtful after revealing her reason. "I have some options for you. The first is that you stay in one of the Free Cities. I'll leave you a house and enough money for a year. The second option is that you stay with us and become part of the crew. For that, I'll train you to learn how to use your sword, and Sam will teach you the rules of trade in the ports. Or, if you have another idea, you can tell me."

The possibilities Jon offered confused Daenerys, who didn't know which option to choose. Unable to decide at that moment, she asked for some time, at least until a day before they set sail from the city. Jon accepted her request, considering it reasonable.

Night had fallen, darkening the sky and allowing the stars and the moon to illuminate it. With the high tide, the «StarWolf» remained anchored in the port of Lys, gently rocking with each passing wave. In the room that served as the dining room, Jon's group was gathered along with Daenerys, who was ready to give her answer about her future.

"So, have you decided what to do, Daenerys?" Jon asked, watching her closely as she looked at everyone present.

Daenerys looked Jon in the eyes and nodded. She had spent the entire day pondering the options Jon had proposed, weighing the pros and cons of each. 'My hair is black now, but it will eventually turn silver again, and when that happens, they will hunt me down… No, the best option is the one that will keep me safe the longest.' she thought before giving her answer.

"Yes, I have decided."

"Good, then... what have you decided?"

"I... I want to be part of your crew."

Daenerys's answer made Jon sigh, while his friends smiled at her.

"Finally! We won't be just men on this ship anymore!" exclaimed Pyp, standing up from his chair, euphoric.

"Yes, finally someone with the delicate touch we lack." commented Edd with a smile.

"And someone who can tell Jon certain things without fearing he'll throw her overboard." added Grenn, recalling how his friend became softer in the presence of the young Targaryen.

Jon blushed at Grenn's words, admitting to himself that it was true. He didn't understand why, but it was almost impossible for him to deny Daenerys anything, as if an invisible force kept him close to her.

'If the force that binds me to this Valyrian is what I suspect… I don't think I can part from her so easily.' Jon thought, watching as the others congratulated Daenerys on joining the crew. He then decided it was time to tell her the truth. He stood up from his chair and, approaching her, spoke: "It seems your decision is final, so I need to talk to you about your duties on the ship and off it."

Daenerys looked at him and nodded, hoping the tasks wouldn't be too physically demanding.

"For now, you'll help with cleaning in the mornings. After lunch, I'll train you so you can at least defend yourself with that sword, and after dinner, you'll study with Sam to learn about trade. Your main job, which you'll share with everyone, will be that of a trader." Jon looked at her intently, making sure she understood, and she nodded. "Lastly, since you're officially part of the crew, I'll tell you the real reason for this journey."

Jon's words made Daenerys look at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. However, someone else spoke first.

"Jon, are you sure?" Grenn asked, looking at him warily. He didn't expect Jon to share the secret of magic with Daenerys so quickly.

"The truth is, no, but sooner or later she'll find out. So, it's better she knows now." Jon replied, diverting his gaze from Daenerys to look at his friend.

"Alright, but I think it will be better with a bit of wine. This is going to be a big surprise for her." commented Sam, getting up to fill six glasses with Albor Gold wine. He returned with the glasses and distributed them among everyone.

Daenerys took a sip of the wine Sam handed her, surprised by its sweetness without being cloying. She looked at her glass, noticing the dark red color of the drink.

"What wine is this?" she asked, looking at the boys.

"It's Albor Gold, a very expensive wine from Arbor, an island in the Reach that is one of the main wine producers in Westeros." Sam replied, taking a sip from his glass.

"Incredible... a wine from Westeros..." murmured Daenerys, contemplating the wine as something she should have tasted many times in her life.

"Don't worry, there's plenty. Enjoy it." said Jon, catching her attention. "We bought several barrels for the journey."

"I see..." she replied, taking another sip. As she did, she felt a slight numbness in her body and looked at her fingers, noticing they moved more slowly than usual.

"It seems the wine is already taking effect." Jon commented, watching her with a smile. Daenerys looked at him and, nodding clumsily, prepared herself. "Then, I'll start telling you everything."

The Wall 297 AC

The fire in the hearth crackled occasionally, sending small sparks around the fireplace where it burned intensely. The flames warmed the personal room of the Lord Commander, Jeor Mormont, who was sitting and reviewing his correspondence, which did not bring encouraging news.

"It seems everything remains the same..." sighed the Old Bear, leaning back in his chair. "Many of the southern lords have denied sending provisions to the Wall. Only the northern houses have agreed, but they mentioned that their shipments will be delayed, as they must wait for their granaries to be filled for the winter."

After these words, Mormont stood up, preparing to supervise the training of his new brothers. Those recruits were under the charge of Ser Mallador Locke and Ser Jaremy Rykker, who acted as temporary masters-at-arms while Ser Alliser Thorne traveled to King's Landing to deliver the Guard's petition to the King. However, after taking a few steps, the door to his room opened, and someone he expected to see in a few more days appeared.

"Benjen." said the Lord Commander with slight surprise. "I didn't expect you to arrive for a few more days."

The younger brother of the Lord of Winterfell smiled, something unusual for him, but understandable given that he had recently seen his entire family. "Yes, Lord Commander, I also expected to arrive in a few days, but to my surprise, the return journey was faster than expected."

"I see. I hope you bring good news."

Benjen smiled in response and took a seat in a chair in front of Jeor, who followed and settled in front of him.

"So, what news do you bring?" Jeor asked.

"My brother has accepted the offer you sent him."

A smile appeared on Jeor's face. Relaxing in his chair, he commented. "Yes, I expected he would. After all, it's a rather generous offer."

"No doubt about that. In fact, when my brother found out, his jaw almost dropped." Benjen commented with an amused smile.

"Really?"

"Yes, it was amusing, though not as much as seeing Robb's reaction." Benjen said, beginning to recount the conversation he had with Ned after the next day's breakfast.

Flashback

The atmosphere in Ned Stark's solar was calm, allowing the five gathered there to converse without interruptions: Eddard Stark, Robb Stark, Benjen Stark, Maester Luwin, and Ser Rodrik Cassel.

"So, Ned. What have you decided?" Benjen asked, sitting in front of his brother.

Ned sighed before responding and, after a moment, nodded. "Yes, after a good talk with Maester Luwin, I've made a decision."

"And what is it?"

"Before I tell you, I want you to explain... why is the Old Bear doing this, Benjen?"

Benjen sighed and, after thinking a bit, responded. "The truth, Ned, is that we need funding to restore the Guard to an acceptable level and be able to recruit free men, knights, and lords, not just criminals."

"I see." Maester Luwin intervened. He had spent the night searching for any precedent for this proposal, reviewing books and records without finding anything similar. The idea worried him, and now he had to express those concerns to his lord's brother. "Lord Benjen, do you think there will be any problems among the black brothers when the pact is sealed?"

Benjen reflected for a few moments, bringing his hand to his chin. Only one name came to mind, someone with some influence, which could bring difficulties. "I can only think of one, Ser Alliser Thorne."

"The master-at-arms?" Ned asked, frowning as he remembered the tensions between Thorne and his son.

"Yes, he is very strict with the order, and I doubt he will take well to knowing that House Stark will obtain those lands."

"Could he try to cause a mutiny against the Old Bear?" Ser Rodrik asked, concerned.

"I don't think so. Although he has some influence among some brothers, he respects the rules. He may be reluctant for a few months, but seeing the benefits, he will calm down."

Benjen's response relieved those present, who nodded, noticing that their concerns were diminishing.

"Now that I've calmed your doubts a bit, what is the answer, brother?"

Ned looked at him and, after a few seconds of pause, nodded, seeing nothing harmful in the proposal. With his brother's acceptance, those present began to discuss the help the Night's Watch would receive from Winterfell in exchange for the lands.

End Flashback

"I see... that's good. The number of provisions will help us a lot. Maybe we can even attract new recruits with this." said the Old Bear, leaning back in his chair.

"Yes, we could use the food as an incentive to attract the neediest." Benjen agreed.

"And who do you plan to place as lord of those lands?" Jeor asked, curious, as he had someone in mind for the position.

Benjen smiled. "That was interesting."

"Oh, why?"

"Ned planned to give some land to his younger children, as the North is vast and sparsely populated, which allows for the distribution of territories. With the New Gift in the hands of the North, he needs a good lord there. At first, he thought of Brandon, but Robb suggested that it would be best to give those lands to someone proven in battle. Then, he mentioned Jon as a candidate, to establish a cadet branch of the Starks."

The Old Bear looked at Benjen and, after a few seconds, let out a small laugh. That had been his plan from the beginning: to give those lands to the Starks in the hope that young Jon could settle there.

'Having him and his descendants there would be the best. Not only because he is skilled with weapons, but also because he has magic. Although magic is not something to be easily trusted, having someone so strong, with contacts in Essos, would be an excellent way to ensure quick help when needed. Besides, he could serve as a containment if the Wall were to fall.' the Old Bear thought as he took a sip from his mug of beer. After the beer went down his throat and warmed his stomach, Jeor looked at Benjen and asked him a question:

"How did they react to this?"

"The reactions were varied. Ned was stunned for a few moments, but then seemed to consider it seriously. Maester Luwin and Ser Rodrik showed concern, though they finally said they would respect their lord's decision."

"I understand. I suppose after that, they discussed what to do with the lands until then, right?"

"Yes. Maester Luwin suggested that when those lands return to Stark's domain, it would be best to give them to relatives of some vassals to strengthen loyalty to House Stark. That idea was supported by Ser Rodrik, who pointed out that it could also help close several wounds opened since Robert's Rebellion."

The mention of old wounds reminded the Old Bear that House Stark kept cold relations with some houses, such as the Ryswells, Lady Dustin, and Lord Bolton. The mere thought of Roose Bolton made Jeor Mormont shudder. He could never fully trust a Bolton, especially the current one, as his mannerisms and speech gave him chills.

"Who were mentioned as possible beneficiaries of lands in the New Gift?"

The Old Bear's question made Benjen bring a hand to his chin to recall the names mentioned. After a few seconds, he began to list them: "Some of those mentioned were Ser Marlon Manderly, Ser Wendel Manderly, Lord Robert Glover, a young Dustin, Rickard Ryswell, and a few others."

"All good men, I see. But will they follow Jon Snow if he becomes the Lord of those lands?"

"We're not sure. Besides, the final decision has yet to be made. It will take at least two years of discussions and negotiations before the land transfer is finished. And we must wait for the King's response to know his stance on the matter."

"Yes, that's the most annoying part." said the Old Bear as he stood up and looked at his First Ranger. "When are you heading south?"

"In a couple of weeks. There are some things I need to prepare before traveling." Benjen replied as he stood up.

"Good. Go and organize everything. Tonight, we will meet with the maester to inform him of what is happening and hear his advice."

Benjen nodded and left the room, followed by Kenneth, who had been standing guard outside the room.

The Old Bear saw Kenneth analytically, as the guard had a sarcastic smile on his face when the door opened, as if he knew what had been discussed.

'No, it's impossible for him to know this. After all, it's a top-secret matter, known only by Maester Aemon, Benjen Stark, and me... However, that smile gives me a bad feeling.' thought the Old Bear, though he then dismissed his fears, remembering that Kenneth was a loyal black brother to the Watch. 'Maybe he was just recalling something funny from the trip... yes, that must be it.'

With those thoughts, Jeor Mormont returned to his duties.

Iron Islands 297 AC

The Iron Islands were a group of more than thirty islands, of which seven were the main ones. These islands were home to a people known as the Ironborn. They were tough individuals, intrepid sailors, and above all, they lived off raiding and plundering. Although by law they were not allowed to attack the coasts of Westeros, there were always some "strays" who quickly and brutally raided fishing villages. Since Aegon's conquest, the raids had focused on lands outside the jurisdiction of the Iron Throne.

The capital of these islands was Pyke, an island with a castle of the same name, where the Greyjoy family, lords of the islands, lived. Long ago, the Greyjoys rebelled against the throne seeking independence. However, their attempt was quickly quelled by the combined power of the North, the Westerlands, and others. After that rebellion, the youngest son of Lord Greyjoy, named Theon, was taken as a hostage by the crown to prevent future uprisings.

Currently, on the road connecting Lordsport to Pyke, Esgred was riding a dark brown horse. The animal's pace was calm, as the young woman was in no hurry to get home. As she rode, her thoughts turned to the young man she had slept with in Pentos.

'He was good, very good... I should have taken him as a lover and brought him to the islands. I don't think my father would mind; after all, he would be the equivalent of a salt wife.' Esgred thought, holding the reins of her horse firmly. 'It's a shame he disappeared after that night. But well, if the Drowned God wills it, I will find him, and when that happens, I will chain him and drag him to my ship to bring him to Pyke.'

With those thoughts, a dark smile spread across Esgred's face, imagining what she would do to the young man once he was chained. That thought made her crotch tingle, bringing her back to reality.

"It seems I'll have to find someone to scratch this itch with." murmured Esgred, stopping her horse upon reaching a hill. From the top, she could behold Pyke Castle in all its glory. The ancestral home of House Greyjoy was a conglomerate of towers rising over three barren islands and several dozen small rocky promontories. The entire castle was surrounded by water and connected to the main island by a stone bridge, the only one of that material, as the rest of the towers were linked by rope bridges, which swayed in the strong winds of the area.

After seeing the castle, Esgred turned her gaze to the base of the hill and, to her surprise, saw someone riding towards her, though in reality, they were heading to Lordsport. She decided to wait until the person was closer, which allowed her to distinguish who it was.

The rider had pale skin and an attractive appearance. His hair and beard were black, and he wore a patch over his left eye; his right eye, the only visible one, was as deep a blue as the summer sky. That man was Euron Greyjoy, the younger brother of the Lord of Pyke and uncle of Esgred, whose real name was Asha Greyjoy, the only daughter of Lord Balon Greyjoy.

"Oh... what a pleasant surprise." said Euron, looking at Asha with feigned joy and surprise. "I didn't expect to meet my only niece here. How was your little trip, niece?"

"Like all the others, uncle." Asha replied dryly, without averting her gaze.

"I can see that."

Asha noticed that her uncle was wearing his armor, which showed that he would soon set sail.

"It seems you'll be leaving soon uncle." Asha commented, saying the obvious.

"That's right, dear niece." Euron responded with a smile that widened before continuing. "But this time my journey will be longer than expected. I'm afraid we won't see each other again until your father dies."

Her uncle's words aroused Asha's curiosity.

'What could have happened for Uncle Euron to say something like that?' she thought, worried.

"Well, if I stay any longer, my brother might lock me in the dungeons. So, I'm leaving. Goodbye, niece."

With those words, always accompanied by a smile, Euron spurred his horse and quickly headed towards Lordsport.

As her uncle rode away, Asha looked back at the castle and, without thinking twice, spurred her horse to rush there, intending to find out what had happened. At that moment, the Kraken's daughter could not know that those would be the last words she would exchange with her crazy uncle.

Author's Note:

To those who have made it this far, thank you for reading. To be honest, my English writing skills are not strong, and I'm relying on Google Translate and the dictionaries that come with Office 2019.

And here is chapter 17, XD.

We see that Jon received an offer to be a household knight in service to House Royce, but he has declined it. We also see that Jeor's plan is to give lands in exchange for help, but deep down he hopes to have Jon there as a Lord, to have someone with his power there to serve as the final defense against the dead or the wildlings.

Daenerys is now an 'official member' of the crew, but the truth is that this stage is only temporary, as her future is tied to a place, so she will not be a member of the crew forever XD.

I apologize for any spelling errors. Please don't forget to leave a review if you enjoyed the chapter, or if there's something that needs improvement, or if you have any questions about the story. Any constructive advice is welcome. With nothing more to say, see you in the next chapter.