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Chapter 37: The Eve of Battle

Hope you all enjoy it! feel free tae comment as always! Very sorry it is late. I've been busy on ma travels. Just been through Germany and in France. It was very hot and killed ma brain fir writing. I didnae want tae put anything out I wasnae happy wae. It is also a bit shorter but that next few chapters will be quite long because it is the big battle. Be warned it is gonnae be a two parter and there will be a couple of conclusion chapters tae the battle and setting up how the realm will be in the end. I'll also be back in the UK on the 12th so one will either be released before then or after that date. Hopefully before.

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Daenerys

Daenerys was sick of waiting to deal with the Northmen. She was sick of their rebellion against the Queen that had saved them from the dead and won the war for dawn. And she was sick of the ravens that came every year.The North Remembers Arya Stark.Every year those words came from Winterfell and every other house in the North with names of Northerners she had apparently killed in saving them.They would have all been dead if it wasn't for me.Daenerys had raged angrily every time those words came of a dead girl that had most likely died by one of those Wights.I saved them all.The urge to fly Northward and burn Winterfell and any Northern House that didn't accept her rightful reign had only grown over the fifteen years of winter; only ever stalled due to the ever-demanding needs of the realm, the inability to mobilise forces due to winter and those that disputed her decisions in the council.

But now she could reclaim half her Kingdom. There were no more excuses that her Lords could give now that winter had ended and the Northerners had turned one of her kingdoms to ruin.I will take what is mine.Daenerys thought confidently as she flew over her army on Drogon. Below her was a host numbered close to Eighty Thousand. It was mostly from Westeros with only two thousand Unsullied present whilst the other one thousand unsullied and one thousand freed men guarded the capital.And my Dothraki gone.Daenerys thought grimly of her Dothraki being gone; something she didn't think possible when she had sent them North to raid.

Nonetheless, her host made an impressive force from all of her kingdoms. Forty Thousand from the Reach. Eight Thousand of the Golden Company and their one hundred elephants. Seven Thousand from the Westerlands. And Twenty-Two Thousand from Dorne.

The Dornish had taken losses due to House Dayne's short-lived attempt at preventing her host from leaving Dorne on behalf of his cousin. But her forces had routed them despite the losses and had chased them off into the mountains. It was another victory for Daenerys.And he will die alongside that bull-headed monster the Dornish spoke of once I've killed his cousin.Daenerys thought confidently as she enjoyed her flight.

Riding Drogon gave Daenerys comfort. He was the child that hadn't betrayed her. He protected her above all else. He was loyal to her alone and not her husband like Rhaegal had become.The bastard that fathered children on that Dornish whore and left me with no heirs.She knew not to trust him or his advisors.If they had their way, they would have given me their choice of guards and handmaidens and poisoned me years ago.But Daenerys hadn't allowed that. Jorah guarded her with Grey Worm and Missandei had control over all her handmaidens; making sure they were either Dothraki or the daughters of freed men. It had kept her power and kept those armies below her loyal. As much as they craved Aegon to rule alone they could not. Drogon was the larger dragon of the two and they knew Rhaegal would lose.Play their courtly games. I have real power.

And soon she would show it in truth. The usurpers had been found to be near God's Eye. It was the last place where the Weirwood Trees grew in the South. Daenerys would burn it in front of what was left of them.Let them remember what I can do on a whim.But that would happen after she burnt the bastard of Winterfell and everyone loyal to him. They would see her end a false King and by reminded that she was their liberator.I have liberated everywhere from Meereen to the Wall. Let the North Remember that and know it was due to fire and blood.Drogon seemed to answer her thoughts as he roared into the sky and sending a jet of flames up towards the sun.What is a to a dragon? Prey.

Jon

Jon hadn't stopped sparring with his fellow Northerners since starting the march South. Jon hadn't stopped fighting for the last fifteen years of winter in truth. He'd fought the squids. He'd fought bandits. And he'd fought with every Northerner to train them and himself for what was about to come. Fighting at every opportunity had become a constant like breathing air for Jon. But the fighting felt different now as he sparred with more ferocity and animalistic savagery than all of Ghost's wolf pack. He felt raw and primal. Jon knew why.It feels like when Arya died again.

Arya's death had never left him. Her burnt corpse hadn't left his memory. His wife, growing pack of Starks and the North had given him joy and comfort but the grief and the rage had never ebbed since the Wall. Time hadn't weakened or healed the pain. And Winter hadn't buried it either;Only freezing it.

It was his worst scar.

And now the Wolfblood had thawed the pain and had it pushing through his veins as he fought in the training grounds of Harrenhal with Ice in hand against the Great Jon, Ned Umber, Harrion Karstark with Sigorn and Alsyane Mormont by his side. Jon could feel the rage growing as he deflected a furious blow from the Great Jon before countering and pushing forward against the greying giant. The blood red tip of Ice, the last remnant of the Lannister colouring that had desecrated it, glistened in the sun as it held against Umber's sword. The Great Jon didn't let up, using his height and bulk to keep the King in the North off him before pushing Jon off him again. Jon growled as the two continued to trade blows, nearly ignoring their fellow partners that were engaged in their own fights.Never one to make it an easy fight Umber.

The Lord of Last hearth and Whoresbane Umber had become his training partners the moment the Braavosi had finished re-forging Ice so Jon could fight as effectively as possible with his ancestral sword. Ned Umber had replaced his great-uncle when Whoresbane had become too old to use a Great Sword. Jon had thought it a wise decision over the years. Jon knew he would never have the skill with the Great sword like the Umbers, giants or Tormund's brood but they had trained him well with it. He would never be as fast as he was with Longclaw or be able to use a shield alongside the sword but Jon could fight well with the sword. It felt like it was a part of him now. Jon could feel that as he rained down heavy blows against the Umber once again until the two Great Swords clashed violently. Neither side was giving ground, Jon snarling and the Great Jon almost roaring. The two held like that for a moment until the Great Jon laughed as Ned Umber got floored by Alsyane Mormont.

"Ha! What have I told you son about watching your feet against a Mormont's Mace?!"

His son grunted as the group finished their spar, Jon unsheathing Ice and looking around the courtyard to look for another sparring partner until he caught Sansa watching the Northerners spar from above on the small balcony overlooking the courtyard. Jon smiled as his sister turned her gaze towards him briefly. He could feel the rage temper as he went to join his sister; hugging her before the two looked over the courtyard.

"I shouldn't have been surprised that your wife was a fighter."

Sansa said kindly as she stood watching his wife spar with her nephew Aemon Steel Song. The Queen in the North was not pulling any punches with her blood as her spear pushed through his defence before putting the butt of the spear into his gut; sending him to the floor. Jon could hear his wife chuckle lightly before pointing her spear at Gawen Glover for the next bout. A couple of Spear wives, the Crowl and Stane started chuckling as Gawen walked towards the Queen in the North.

Jon smiled in response. "I wouldn't call what she's doing now fighting. When the Lady Lyanna is finished fighting with her sisters and Rickon, you'll see her give a proper fight."

You'll see it all the time when you are home with us and the rest of the pack.

Sansa responded with a bemused yet understanding expression as the two stood in comfortable silence watching many of the Northerners training in the large courtyard of Harrenhal. Sansa had made a habit of coming to watch Jon, Rickon and their fellow Northmen train since they had reunited. One of them would usually speak with their sister whilst the other trained with their people. But Sansa had been speaking with some of the Vale and Riverlords so both Jon and Rickon had trained in the courtyard without waiting. Rickon was currently in the courtyard, practicing with Longclaw in his hand, the Mormont women opposite him, and Ned Umber and Dryn by his side for a bout.

"How did the meeting with the Southerners go?" Jon asked his sister.

Sansa smiled. He could see the wolf in it despite her hiding it. "It went well Jon. They're nervous about that demon you've brought with you but they're more confident about what is to come."

Jon grinned wolfishly. It had been at Riverrun when he had introduced Cannibal to the Southern forces. They had been discussing their strategy for the war when one of the Lords had asked about how capable the giants would be in keeping the dragon fire focused on them and not the host. It had led to a few Lords grumbling that the giants wouldn't be able to. Jon had decided it was a perfect time to get the Lords acquainted with the beast that would be flying above them and keeping them from being burnt from above. He'd seen more than enough terror on their faces when looking up at those giant black wings; almost like an abyss.They needed to get used to its presence. It would do no good for them to be afraid of Cannibal in battle.

"Good." Jon replied simply.

Sansa leaned onto the balcony bar; looking between the courtyard and him. She was looking at him pensively. "What are you planning on doing with them when you get your hands on them?"

Jon looked hard at his sister. "They die."

Sansa turned her attention completely towards him. "I know they will die. But the way you were fighting down there… It was more ferocious than when you killed Lord Arryn. It speaks of you doing more than simply executing them like Father would."

Jon knew she was speaking the truth. He knew well enough how he would kill them both. But words didn't couldn't really describe how he intended to execute them for what they had done to Arya.

"They will die in the North Sansa. That much I can say. Just know they will deserve what I do to them." Jon said as he gritted his teeth.

Sansa put her hand over his on the balcony. "I know. We won't let them go unpunished."

The two returned to silence as they watched the Northerners fight. They stood there until a horn blasted for a returning scout. A scout that had confirmed the Targaryen host was approaching the God's Eye. Jon felt his blood pounding at the news. The time had come and the Old Gods would see it.It's time Arya.Jon thought as he warged into Ghost to hunt with the pack. He wanted the taste of blood in his mouth until he could truly taste dragon blood on the field.

Hope you all enjoyed! Feel free tae comment if you have any questions!

Daenerys' pov was short but you will get a lot more of her soon so dinnae worry. All you need tae know is she is pissed and wants tae be ruthless here. Also barely trusts anyone but her core followers. She is also unaware that Edric Dayne had planned tae be routed. She has no idea that a coup is taking place in Dorne and neither does Arianne or any of the Dornish present.

As fir Jon. Jon's still grieving but being productive about it.