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Mance Rayder saw the dragon fly North. He saw the silhouette of a blonde man with an ashen-haired woman. It was easy for him to guess who the people were. He'd been kept informed about the Southern happenings over the years.
Truly, he had never expected King Joffrey's words to be honored so well. Given land to settle in the South. Given aid to set up farming, and then grains to sustain themselves for the first few months. He believed his decision to make the deal with King Joffrey was the best decision of his life.
The more he learned about King Joffrey's exploits, the more he firmly believed in him. Marrying the Mother of Dragons. Conquering Lys and Tyrosh. Ruthlessly destroying a Great House like the Tyrells. Creating a prosperous and unified society. Now, he heard that the Iron Islands were destroyed, reducing the Seven Kingdoms to just six.
By now, not just him but every man and woman in his settlement believed that if anyone, it was Joffrey, who could defeat the Night King.
"Dalla!" Mance called for his wife, "Call the council. If he's gone there, something's stirred. And we've heard naught from the Wall in weeks—that's no small thing."
Mance believed in being prepared for the eventual. He knew the Night King's attack was imminent, so he had kept his entire settlement prepared. While he trusted the Wall, he didn't trust magic that much. If the Night King was on the move, there must be a way to bypass the Wall.
"We move on to Winterfell at once. Tell Wun Wun to take charge of the mammoths and haul the luggage. No dawdling now… there's a chill in my bones, and it ain't from the wind."
Having been officially recognized as a Lord by Joffrey's crown, Mance wielded his noble authority with precision.
Soon, the twenty thousand Wildlings began their march. Initially, there were forty thousand, but some of them died during the war Mance waged beyond the Wall to unite the Wildlings to lead them south. Then, some dispersed across Westeros to look for work. That left Mance with twenty thousand, of whom many were old, women, and children.
Wooosh!
Soon, Mance saw the dragon in the sky again. This time, it hovered above for a while and then went ahead.
That made Mance feel the air was even more ominous, and he rushed his people.
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Joffrey felt relieved seeing that Mance had already led his people south. But the distance between the settlement and Winterfell was at least five hundred miles. It would take days for Mance to reach Winterfell.
So, Joffrey decided to reach Winterfell early and prepare for battle. All the while sending Daenerys to check on Mance from the distant skies and report back.
"The Night King's likely crossed by now," Joffrey said, one hand firm around Daenerys' waist as they soared through the clouds. "When we land, take your dragons—command them. If it comes to battle, keep them above the clouds. Night King can throw ice-spears, high and fast enough to kill a dragon."
Daenerys' heart skipped a few beats. She worried for the other two dragons as they didn't really listen to her much. She was only bonded with Drogon.
"You must listen to me, Daenerys." Joffrey reminded her. "Don't repeat what you did at Castle Black. If our sons and daughters are to ride dragons one day, then it's you who must see that the dragons live long enough to do it."
"I… I understand, Joffrey," Daenerys said softly, though her voice faltered. "It's only—I'm afraid. You shouldn't place yourself in such danger. You're the strength that holds this realm together. Together, we could rule it well… better than alone."
That almost… makes me feel things. Joffrey relished in his slow but fruitful work done to have her fall for him. It seemed she was head over heels for him.
"I'm the king, Daenerys. It's my duty to stand at the front. I did that at Blackwater, and I'll do it again. The fire is mine, the Seven favor me. It's the Night King who ought to tremble, not I."
Daenerys fell silent after that.
Woosh!
Drogon dipped below the clouds at last as they neared Winterfell.
"That's smoke!" Joffrey shouted.
Daenerys steered Drogon lower, and they got a much better view. The massive Winterfell castle in the distance showed fire oozing from its various towers. But it wasn't the castle on fire, rather the many exploding Scorpions on the walls shooting down… at the horde of skeletons trying to scale the massive castle.
"He's already here!" Joffrey cursed under his breath. "Get me to the castle, now, Daenerys! And then take Drogon up high, understand? Do as I command!"
"Please don't die—Joff." Daenerys bit her lips and took Drogon straight down towards the ominous scene. She couldn't breathe properly, seeing the countless wraiths for the first time. They were all once living, and now soldiers of a demon. She feared defeat, that this would be the world's future if the demon wasn't stopped.
"WRAAAA!"
As if Drogon also felt threatened, it roared. But it obeyed Daenerys and eventually landed in the large yard of Winterfell castle, safe within the walls. It was chaos everywhere, as the wraiths had no sense of fear and pain. They just created a hill for themselves to climb the walls.
"Go!" Joffrey jumped down from Drogon's back and ordered Daenerys. "Keep the dragons safe! That's your only duty!"
Originally, he wanted the dragons to rain fire on the wraiths. But now, he feared having them fall into the Night King's hands.
"I'll live, and I'll win! Trust me!"
He wasn't really that sure about it himself. But putting on a brave face was the best he could do. It instilled the men with the confidence to fight. More so now when they were likely shaken by the sight of the wraiths.
"Joffre—Your Grace!"
"Ser Jaime." Joffrey rushed towards Jaime. "Get the women and children into the Crypts. Lock it. Then bring me my armor. We're taking the fight outside. If the wraiths swarm the halls, we'll be buried before we can lift a sword."
The Kingsguards quickly surrounded him. The inside of the castle was extremely crowded as the entire army had taken refuge inside, waiting for him to return or for someone to give them the orders. The lords who had joined him were huddled in the solar, discussing what to do.
It was foolish in Joffrey's eyes. He'd already given them all the tools needed to battle. Every man was armed with blades made of Dragonglass, and even the archers had hundreds of thousands of arrows with Dragonglass heads. There were also a lot of exploding Scorpions armed.
At the same time, the Night King didn't really have that many Wraths this time compared to the visions Joffrey had seen.
He was quick to put on his armor and then storm towards the solar to meet the lords.
"Your Grace!"
But midway, he heard Catelyn's voice from a room.
"Why aren't you headed to the Crypts?" Joffrey frowned and waved at the Kingsguards behind him. "Wait here for me."
He entered the room with Catelyn, pushing the door shut behind him. But once inside, he found Arya, Sansa, and Val there too. He had placed Val with them to keep them safe.
"All of you! Head to the Crypts, now!" He ordered.
But Sansa darted to him and hugged him, arms wrapping around his armed chest. "Come with us."
Ah, mad in love.
Taking a softer tone, Joffrey caressed her back and pushed gently. "I'm the king, Sansa. I don't get to run. If the Night King wins, no walls, no castles—none of it will save us."
Then, he cupped her beautiful face in his palms and traced a kiss on her rosy lips. Her blue, watery eyes calmed down at his touch and relaxed.
"Don't worry, I'll win."
Then, he looked at Catelyn right behind Sansa to the right. That proud, voluptuous woman had similar, emotional expressions. Truth be spoken, he felt something stir in his loins. But he didn't have the time.
So, he got closer to Catelyn, wrapped one arm around her curvy waist, palm reaching low over her delicious, soft, and wide hips. His other hand caressed her face, and finally, he landed a wet kiss on her lips. He went a little hotter with her, sliding his tongue in.
"Take care of Creagan and Joanna." He requested, and finally looked at Arya.
He went ahead and did the same with her, hugging her and then kissing her lips. It all felt natural since he'd already fucked the three Stark women together more times than he could count. They no longer shied away from his heated touches.
"I'll go with you. I can fight," Arya requested.
In your dreams, Arya. Joffrey scoffed inside. The last thing he wanted was for her to steal his glory.
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