Game of Dragonborn.

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Third Person POV.

Westeros.

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"It seems we've finally arrived, Mance!"

The Free Folk's tribal camp was finally in front of them.

The group that had gone to see the king in Winterfell had finally arrived at the camp, escorted after a long journey from the South, having crossed the Wall. It hadn't been a quick journey, especially after they had to sneak out of Winterfell, pass the Wall, and make their way to this camp.

"Yes, but..." Mance murmured, observing the surroundings carefully, looking for anything unusual.

"Mance, there are some things you should know. Things are changing... they've changed a lot since you left," said the Free Folk man who had escorted them as they entered the area.

Mance sighed deeply, already anticipating trouble.

"If you're talking about the man named Jon Snow... I've already met him in Winterfell."

"So the rumor was true... And you know about him... Do you also know about his dragon?" the escort asked, raising his eyebrows. "That winged creature that flies through the skies and breathes ice from its mouth. They say it can devour an entire mammoth! Everyone says Jon Snow calls that giant bird a dragon..."

Hearing this, the other members of the group exchanged uneasy glances among themselves.

Mance kept a serious expression. He had already heard the story about Jon flying to Winterfell on a dragon, something that had sounded too strange to believe when Jon was drunkenly telling it during the feast. And though it had seemed absurd at the time, now it was starting to sound much more plausible.

"I'll see about that in the camp. Jon Snow hasn't caused any trouble, has he?" Mance asked.

The man shook his head.

"No. He's been keeping a low profile, though everyone knows who he is. Some don't like him, no matter what, but they all fear his strength. He may have had trouble in his first days here, but now he's highly respected. He had to kill a few fools to earn that respect."

The man's expression turned serious, though there was a hint of conflict in his eyes.

"There are also groups that are against you, Mance. They believe this stranger would be a better leader to guide us against the Wall," he said cautiously.

"You believe that, you bastard!?" one of Mance's men growled, clearly outraged. He was a loyal defender of the current King-Beyond-the-Wall.

The escort looked at them carefully before speaking again.

"Well... He's the one who defeated a White Walker. And he commands that winged creature. The Free Folk always follow the strongest. You should know that. Just as Mance defeated each of us to become the King-Beyond-the-Wall, this stranger is stronger than a giant. He could defeat them."

Silence hung in the air for a moment as everyone stared at Mance.

The King-Beyond-the-Wall sighed heavily. He had known these problems could arise ever since he first heard the stories about Jon Snow.

"Very well... I'll deal with this myself," he told his men.

Mance turned to the man who had escorted them.

"Anyway, go back to your post. I'll handle the rest."

The man nodded, turned around, and began to walk away.

Mance headed toward the camp, observing the area as he advanced. He couldn't help but notice how the atmosphere seemed lighter than when he had left. People were talking to each other calmly, almost as if there wasn't an impending danger threatening to kill them all.

"Mance, look at that!" one of his men suddenly exclaimed, pointing toward a hill near the camp.

There was a sort of hollow, with uprooted trees piled up and rocks scattered around. Branches were arranged in the shape of a giant nest, and it was occupied.

In the center stood a white creature, its neck held high while the rest of its body remained crouched on the ground.

The creature was observing one side of the camp. Mance didn't know what it was watching, but he was stunned as he gazed upon one of the legendary dragons.

These were stories he had heard long ago, back when he was still part of the Night's Watch. Tales of the ancient Targaryens, who rode the beasts and conquered Westeros. Dragons were so powerful that it had taken other dragons to destroy them, as in the Dance of the Dragons, because no man could face them alone.

And now, centuries later, there it was—the first living creature of that species, near the Free Folk. Something unthinkable, at least until Mance had met the man from Winterfell.

"Mance! You've returned!"

His thoughts were interrupted by someone approaching, surprised to see him.

"You're here, finally."

Another man spoke, rising from his campfire before looking at him.

"How have things been?" Mance asked with a sigh, addressing his men.

"Things have been a bit tense, but I believe you already know that. The dragon has its eyes on Jon Snow, its tamer, while he trains with some of the hunters."

The man explained, visibly uncomfortable with the situation.

Mance nodded.

"Either way, we'll deal with that later. First, I want to see Della."

They made their way through the camp, walking toward the tent where Mance used to live.

People crossing Mance's path greeted him immediately. Some were very happy to see him again, while others had a new look of disdain in their eyes, as if he had lost part of the respect he once commanded.

He said nothing, knowing it was something beyond his control.

When they reached the main tent, a woman quickly stepped out. Her belly was much more swollen than the last time he had seen her.

"Mance! You've finally returned, you bastard!" Della said with a smile, approaching to hug him.

"I'm back. Where's Val?" he murmured as he returned the embrace.

"She's with her husband... but that's fine. Now, let's go inside and talk about your return, at last."

She invited him, pulling him inside.

"You can all return to your tents. I want to be alone with my wife for the rest of the day," Mance told the others who had accompanied him.

The men nodded and began to disperse.

Once inside the cabin, Mance noticed that the place looked almost the same as he remembered it at first glance. There was a section intended for meetings, and the rest was the space where he used to live with Della.

However, he soon noticed some strange things. Pots and utensils were scattered around the cabin—items he knew were common only in the South.

Della noticed his curious gaze and smiled.

"I know what you're thinking... but it was Val who brought them. Jon Snow said he found these in Winterfell, right?"

Mance nodded cautiously, and she continued.

"He said he gathered some things and gave them to Val. And Val passed them on to me."

Della explained while Mance scratched his head, trying to make sense of it.

He remembered a peculiar scene: Jon Snow pulling a spear from a White Walker out of nowhere, right in the middle of a table during a feast in Winterfell, before making it disappear in an instant.

"Before anything else, how is our child?" Mance asked, looking at Della's belly.

"Doing very well. You wouldn't believe it, but the Children of the Forest are here now... They've been helping me. The severe pains I used to feel aren't a problem anymore. They've assured me that our children won't die like my brothers did."

Della shared.

After all, both she and Val had witnessed their mother give birth to several children who died due to the harsh living conditions they endured. The Children of the Forest, however, were experienced midwives and knew how to take excellent care of pregnant women, which had been a blessing for Della.

"That's great news. But wait... Children of the Forest?"

Mance asked, nodding slowly before feeling slightly dizzy at the realization that more creatures seemed to be siding with Jon Snow.

'It seems he's winning the duel as a dragon warrior,' Mance thought, feeling the weight of what he was witnessing.

Neither of them said anything more. They simply sat down to drink and eat as Della prepared the meal.

Silence reigned for a while as they exchanged glances, avoiding any mention of camp-related matters. For now, their conversation was limited to themselves.

"Where's your sister?"

It was Mance who finally broke the silence, bringing up the subject of Val.

"She's with Jon Snow," Della said with a sigh.

"Really?" Mance murmured.

"Yes, it's true. He stole her, and now she lives with him in a tent he set up himself. But she comes here every day to check on me. Sometimes, she even sleeps here," Della explained. "Despite the concern, the Daughters of the Forest assure me I won't have any problems during the night. At least, so far, I haven't."

Mance nodded in understanding.

"I see. And what do you think of him?"

Della sighed before answering.

"I've heard he can kill White Walkers. He proved that himself in Winterfell. But we still know little about him. There's no way to know how a man thinks in such a short time," she said, thoughtful.

Mance scratched his beard, and Della decided to speak in his place.

"Well... I don't know if he's a blessing or a curse," Della continued. "On one hand, I was glad someone finally showed up to steal Val. He did it quickly. I'm also happy that there's someone who can kill a White Walker. Maybe he can lead our people to victory against the cold shadows and ice monsters. That's how many in the North have started to see him."

She paused before adding, in a darker tone,

"But at the same time, I see how people are looking at us. It won't take long before they start to challenge us and question your orders. That's why I'm a little afraid."

Mance nodded slowly as he listened to Della.

"Yeah... I saw that on the way here. The old look of respect is gone from most of the people we crossed paths with," he said, reflecting.

It was inevitable that there would be a reaction to someone as powerful as Jon Snow, now inside the camp. Everyone was already seeing him as almost mythical.

"And what will you do?" Della asked.

Mance sighed again in silence while Della took it upon herself to speak.

"There are still some leaders who fully support you, but they do so more out of apparent dislike for Jon Snow than out of true loyalty," she explained. "Like Sixskins... But even he fears Jon."

Mance paused, observing Della closely.

"On the other hand, most leaders already see Jon Snow as the true King-Beyond-the-Wall. After he earned everyone's trust with his return, and with everything he's been doing, people have started to follow him. It's been a moon and a half since he came back... And in that time, he's already done incredible things."

She spoke, though she had promised herself she wouldn't say it.

"They say he's blessed by the Old Gods," Della continued, her voice filled with worry. "And that's why he managed to defeat a White Walker and tame a dragon."

"I see. Well, I'll have to speak with him personally, perhaps even before a meeting with all the leaders. But for now, I don't want to think about that," Mance said, ending the subject.

Della raised her head, interrupting him.

"There's one more thing," she said in a more serious tone. "Jon wants to take the Free Folk to war in the South."

Mance frowned, surprised by the information.

"To the South? Against whom?"

"Against everyone, as far as I know... not many details," Della replied, a bit worried.

Mance fell silent for a moment before murmuring,

"Yes... He mentioned that. He wants to seek vengeance..."

Even so, he didn't know how to respond right away. In other times, he would have said that the Free Folk would never fight for him or for any southern king. But now, coming from that man, he didn't know what to expect.

He had already heard about the respect Jon had earned among others in the camp. At that moment, Mance simply shook his head, trying to push the thought aside.

"It doesn't matter now, Della. I'll stay with you today. I hope not even Val walks into this tent," he said, smiling slightly.

It had been moons since he had last seen his wife. He had spent all that time in Winterfell, south of the Wall, and he could finally see her again.

He wouldn't miss this chance for anything.

-------------Nexts Chapters ----------------

Chapter 69 - Taking Leadership of Camp 04. 

Chapter 74 - One year later. 

Chapter 84 - The King Needs to Die. 

Chapter 93 - The Time to Leave King's Landing Has Come.

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