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JORAH MORMONT
I was used to the cold and rugged life of a Northener. I was used to no
true warmth as there was always a chill in the air while growing up. In
Essos it had been much warmer than I was used to. If I hadn't traveled
south before my exile I would have been more than confused. How could
there be such warmth in a place? How could it be warm enough not to wear
coats?
The cold that was now carving itself into every inch of me
was much different than I was used to. It was harsher than I liked and
only Tormund, the wildling, seemed happy about it. Of course he would be
happy as this was home to him. This cold was his childhood. He might
even be glad to feel this cold, no matter how brief the reunion would
be.
Jon was now walking beside me and I kept looking ahead. He
stopped as the others went on ahead. I decided it would only be polite
to stop. He touched his sword that had a wolf carved into its hilt.
After a moment he took the sheath from his belt and looked down at it.
"Your father gave this to me." Jon said. "He changed the bear into a wolf, but it's still Longclaw. It's still your sword."
He
handed me the sword and as I felt its weight in my hands, I felt myself
break apart. Holding Longclaw was like meeting an old friend after many
years. Like meeting a friend who was changed and yet remained the same.
It took a great effort not to cry as I felt I was truly home again. As I
partially unsheathed it, it caught the light with such beauty, I
realized I could never have it back. If I took it back then it would
mean I was forgiven for my sins. Selling people into slavery and
staining the name of House Mormont was nothing that could ever be
forgiven.
I would always have Daenerys, my queen and Khaleesi, and
that would be enough. It would not earn me forgiveness, but it would be
enough. It would be enough to be loved by her.
"I gave up the
right to own this sword." I said with each word having to be forced out.
"It is your sword now, Jon. Yours and your children's."
Jon's
face looked shocked at my statement. I knew he would never have any
children, Daenerys was barren, and yet I had to say that. Maybe saying
that would give him the push he needed to share Daenerys' bed. That was
another reason I didn't deserve Longclaw. The plan felt like I was
adding sins onto my already shameful list. Yet there was no other course
if I wanted to keep Daenerys happy.
That conversation was the
last thing I truly remembered for a long time. The many days were full
of walking through vast landscapes of nothing but snow. The days were
cold and yet the nights managed to be even colder. During the daylight
hours the cold did its best to tear into my thick clothes. During the
night it was impossible to stop the cold. How myself and the others
reacted seemed to do nothing but amuse the wilding.
"Are you cold?" Tormund said one night. "Why this is the warmest it has been in years!"
"**** off!" The Hound shouted.
With
that one shout all of us became on edge as we imagined the dead being
alerted to our presence. During the night it was much easier to believe
in the army of the dead. The way Jon had described the dead made me not
want to fight them. It made me want to run and never look back. And yet I
had to protect him not just because of the plan but because of reasons
that were only growing stronger now that I was north of the Wall. The
best way to describe what I was feeling was admiration. If there was to
be a king of Westeros, it was him.
It was Jon who looked icily
into the dark as if challenging any dead that came to us. It was Jon
that had surprising control over Tormund. He was a good choice of ruler
especially as he didn't want the responsibility.
The rest of the
night was uneventful as was the following day. Now it was dark yet again
with the cold that seemed to defy reality. Even though it was calm, I
hardly expected that to last. Every inch of me was on edge as I imagined
what might lie beyond my field of vision. I was a Northener and yet
this was too far North for me. Tormund walked on as if it was a hot
summer's day, as usual.
Suddenly we all stopped. In the distance
was a bear. I could recognize that creature easily even though its exact
form was still hidden. I was still a Mormont and I could still
recognize what I had been taught to kill. I watched its motions and I
felt as if something was off. There was nothing that could give it away
to someone who wasn't used to fighting the creatures, but I had been
trained. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Maybe it had rabies?
When
its eyes became visible I knew what was off about the creature. It was
part of the army of the dead. Its body was full of nothing but rage as
it bounded towards us. It was more wild and angry than any bear I had
encountered before. I took out my dragonglass daggers and felt a beast
awaken in me. Even though the enemy was a strange bear, it was still a
bear.
There was confusion for the next few minutes. Thoros was
attacked by the bear and bitten badly. The bear then went for Sandor who
was in fear of it. In my brain it finally clicked that fire had been
used against the dead creature and now it was engulfed in flames.
Sandor's face made it very clear why he was too afraid to act now.
I
had been waiting a few minutes to make my move. I had to understand the
bear to have any chance of killing him. At last I thought I had a
chance of winning and so made my move. I yelled out as a plunged my
dragonglass daggers into its flesh. It was surprising to hear the sound
they made. It was as if there were barely any skin there and yet it was
strong.
My swift motion had killed the dead creature. It lasted
only a few more seconds until it finally breathed its last breath. It
took a few minutes to calm down and in that time I looked at the
situation. Sandor was shocked but was quickly switching back to his
annoying nature. Thoros was being looked after by Beric and I raced over
to him.
I had highly admired the drunkard and now he was dying.
We all looked at Jon as we realized how dangerous this mission really
was. I had been expecting a dead human and hadn't known that any
creature could be the enemy. Any time I saw movement around me it could
be an enemy sent by the Night King.
* * *
It was day and yet the sun did nothing to relieve my worry. I could see
better but that meant nothing. I walked behind Jon as we headed towards
where we had seen a group of wights. Hopefully since we were making the
first move that would give us the advantage. Hopefully.
The fight
began quick with little delay. One moment they weren't there and the
next they were. Now that there was action a part of me was able to view
the fight from afar. I admired how they could move so quickly without
making a sound and surprise us even though we were ready for them. The
other part of me, the one focused on the fight at hand, focused only on
one attack after the next. Nothing existed to me but the fight and
making sure I came out the victor.
I turned and killed a wight
that had been about to kill Jon. There was only a moment that I saw a
shocked look on his face. After that moment I was back in the fight.
Every move I made there was always a counterattack. Every time I
countered a counterattack it became harder to defend myself. Just as I
aimed a blow at a wight another jumped on me.
For a moment I was
in shock. This wasn't what a soldier would do and I didn't know how to
counter it. My first attempt was to shake it off but that didn't work.
As air refused to fill my lungs, I tried grabbing at the wight to pull
it off. My hands felt clumsy as if they weren't really under my control.
It was as if someone had taken over my body and didn't care if I lived
or die.
Just as I was fading into blackness I was ashamed as I had
failed Khaleesi. The woman I loved above anyone else. Yet the despair
didn't make me stop fighting even though the fight was useless. Maybe if
I just pulled hard enough the wight would come off. It had to come off.
I had to return to Daenerys.
I suddenly found myself kneeling in
the snow and the pressure around my neck was lifted. I made sure that
the wights were gone before standing up. I walked over to Jon.
"Did you kill the White Walker?" I asked Jon and he nodded. "You killed the White Walker and the wights died."
Jon looked as confused as I felt. But there was no time to talk about that now as survival was much more important.
I
took careful note of what had happened as it would become extremely
useful in the war to come. If we just aimed for the White Walkers and
the Night King then we wouldn't have to focus so much on the wights. The
war would still be hard, but not as hopeless as before. We would only
have to focus on a, hopefully, smaller group of enemies rather than a
larger one.
After looking at the situation with the wights, we
secured one of the wights that was still alive. It must be that a
different White Walker had been in control of this one. I looked around
for more of the wights as Jon sent Gendry to Castle Black. I knew, as
well as we all did, that there would be more wights soon. The Night King
wouldn't let us go so easily.
Rather than head back towards
Eastwatch, Jon decided to go deeper into the frozen wasteland. I could
do nothing but follow him. Did he really think that Daenerys would come
to rescue us in time? Soon we were chased by wights and ended up in the
middle of a frozen lake. We were on the only landmass, an island.
I
breathed hard as I went over the situation in my mind. The wights had
stopped at the edge of the lake which meant they couldn't cross water
and the White Walkers weren't going to risk their troops. A horrible
feeling formed in the pit of my stomach as I thought of why they were
here. Sandor, Thorors, and Beric all had visions leading them here.
Myself, Jon, Tormund, and the few other men that remained were here
because Bran had used his powers to see the army of the dead. What if
the Night King had lured us out here because he had his own visions of
dragons coming to rescue us?
No, there was no proof of that. I could not start to think that the Night King was so powerful or I'd risk my own sanity.
DAENERYS TARGARYEN
I held the letter in my hand and then watched as it fell to the ground. I
had known that Jorah and the others might die, but I had never truly
considered it as a possibility. Whenever I had doubted Jorah would come
back, that doubt always seemed like an imagined pain. Painful and yet
not real. Khal Drogo had died and my heart had been broken. It had been
shattered. It had taken much too long for me to repair my heart and find
myself in the arms of Jorah.
I could not stand my heart
shattering again. In that foul letter Jon had told me that he needed my
help. He was depending on me to save him and the others. Drogon,
Viserion, and Rhaegal would be more than enough to save those stranded
beyond the Wall. With my dragons I could easily kill the creatures that
haunted Jon's nightmares. I could then focus on winning the Iron Throne,
the only goal I truly believed in.
"What is it, your grace?" Missandei asked as she walked into my chambers.
"Jon
might be dead." I replied. "He and the others are now stranded beyond
the Wall and might die at any moment. They might already be dead and any
rescue attempt will be futile."
I didn't believe that the army of
the dead existed, but I did believe something terrible existed beyond
the Wall. Something that people could not put into words. Something that
might kill my sweet bear. I would not be safe on Dragonstone while he
died. He had risked his life too much for me and I had a large debt to
pay.
Over the course of an hour I did not pay attention to what
was happening around me. I gave orders, changed, and headed quickly over
to my children. To the only things I trusted to save the man I loved. I
heard a sound and turned my head briefly to see what it was.
"Tyrion, I've made up my mind." I told my Hand sternly. "I will not stay on Dragonstone while my men die."
"What
if you fail, Your Grace?" Tyrion asked and I could tell he was out of
breath. "You will die without an heir. Let's wait and plan. You don't
need to go now."
"We don't have the time. Jon, Ser Jorah, and the
others might be close to dead already. I leave you in charge of bringing
forces to Eastwatch."
Tyrion looked at me angrily but I had no
time to focus on him. I only had time to get to Jorah and the others
before their time was up. Drogon had sensed I was eager to go and was
ready for me. I climbed onto him and the moment I was ready, he ran off
the cliff. He dove down and was followed by Viserion and Rhaegal.
The
wind tore at my face and I accepted the pain. Jorah was in danger and
if a slight discomfort was all I suffered, I didn't mind. With hardly
any effort Drogon turned skyward and beat his wings. It was still
amazing to see my dragons in flight and to be in the sky with them. I
wondered what my life would have been like if my House had still been on
the throne with dragons. To fly on dragonback was something I wished I
could show Jorah in a more pleasant time. Once I got to him I would fly
away with him. Unless...no, no I couldn't start thinking like that. I
couldn't keep imagining his eyes that didn't see and his arms no longer
capable of embracing me.
But the ride to my sweet bear was long
and my mind wandered. Again and again I saw his lifeless eyes. I saw him
dying just as I was about to rescue him. The Iron Throne would mean
nothing to me if he wasn't by my side. Jon would never be able to offer
me love and could only give me power. Power would mean nothing if I
couldn't feel the heat radiating from Jorah's body. Power would mean
nothing if Jorah never called me Khaleesi ever again.
I tried to
distract myself by looking at the ground that was far below me. My eyes
couldn't see the ground below me in detail and so I was treated to more
images of Jorah's death. I had lost my heart once to Drogo and I didn't
think it could repair itself if I lost Jorah. That would be too much
pain for any person to bear. I tried my best to push the images to the
back of my mind but it was so hard to do. It was so hard to feel
anything resembling hope.
"I will rescue you, Jorah." I said and tried to make Drogon go faster.
My
son growled at me and so I stopped. He was doing as much as he could
for me. It pained me that I could not make him go faster. I needed to
save Jorah no matter the costs. Nothing mattered if he died. He couldn't
die.
Finally Drogon and the others flew over the Wall. From the
ground it must have appeared as quite a sight. From the sky the Wall
appeared as nothing more than a large silver line reaching far off into
the distance. It only took a few hours to find Jorah once I had gotten
over the Wall.
He and the others were on an island that was
surrounded by the dead. I had known some horror was beyond the Wall but
hadn't imagined Jon's tales were true. Yet there were the things of
children's stories down below. They looked like humans and yet they
didn't move like them. Even from so far up I could tell that the fowl
creatures below were dead.
With subtle prompting, Drogon dove down
and the icy wind tore at my skin. It was cold here and yet I didn't
focus on that. What I focused on was my child breathing fire and forcing
the dead away from Jorah. Jon knelt down just as Drogon breathed fire
as if the man were connected to him. That bit of amazement faded from my
mind quickly.
I saw Jorah still alive and his two dragonglass
daggers slicing into the dead. He looked up at me but our gaze was soon
broken as the fight continued. I could hear Viserion and Rhaegal roaring
as they slaughtered the dead.
Very quickly Jorah and the others
made their way onto Drogon. I looked behind me as they brought the dead
onto my dragon. I felt like I was about to vomit with the abomination
being so close to me. I wanted to destroy it now and forsake Tyrion's
plan. But I restrained myself as I needed to win the Iron Throne. With
Cersei out of the way, I could better deal with this threat. Though with
how well my children were doing against them, I thought I could win
this war here and now. I had half a mind to test that theory out.
"Jon!" Jorah cried out.
Jon,
unlike everyone else, was not coming towards Drogon. It was as if he
thought that he needed to continue fighting when I had a dragon that
could kill any who tried to pursue us. Maybe this was his way of trying
to impress me. That wouldn't surprise me as men tended to be stupid when
trying to prove themselves to a woman. Even a woman they knew, or at
least thought, already loved them.
I reached out my hand to Jon
and looked at him. I begged him with my eyes alone not to risk his life
for this foolishness. I wished my arm would extend so I could just pick
him up and force him onto Drogon. But I was only human and was forced to
watch Jon turn from me and continue his fight.
I heard a death
cry from Viserion and turned to look at him. My heart broke as I watched
him fall. I had seen him hatch in the fire. I had seen him grow through
the years from a harmless hatchling to a ferocious full grown dragon.
Now I was seeing something no mother should see: their child dying.
I
hadn't thought I would ever see one of my dragons die. The idea that I
would never see my children again had never crossed my mind. They were
invincible creatures to me. Nothing could kill them and I would be able
to easily conquer Westeros with them. That would have been a good plan
if Tyrion hadn't convinced me to restrain myself.
Another idea seeped into my mind: Jon had killed Viserion.
If
he hadn't wasted his time getting on Drogon, the Night King would have
never had the chance to kill any of my children. Jon had murdered my
child. If it weren't for Tyrion's plan and Jon's delusions, Viserion
would still be alive.
I heard Jorah's breath and I was snapped to
the present. I could lay blame some other time, but for now I had to
focus on what mattered. What mattered was escaping. What mattered was
surviving to regret ever thinking Jon was needed for me to rule the Iron
Throne. I knew once I calmed down I would think differently, but for
now I loathed Jon.
Usually taking off on Drogon was a wonderful
experience, but now there was a horror to it that I couldn't explain.
Now I had a pain so deep in my heart that I wished Jorah would forget
the plan and show affection to me. Affection that a husband shows his
wife. But that wasn't the case and I watched as the ground became
smaller. Each wight and White Walker seemed less than insignificant the
higher we went.
Down below Jon was having a fight with wights
because of his own ego. Because he wanted to impress me or he was
struggling with something else. Maybe it was the reason behind him not
sleeping with me when I gave him the chance. When we had both been
caught up in our own emotions.
I turned Drogon so that he dodged
another deadly spear. I breathed heavily as I remembered Viserion dying.
Then another horror was brought to my mind. Jorah!
I turned to
look and there he was, one arm on Drogon and the rest of his body
flailing in the air. No. No. No. I would not lose him today when I was
so close to saving him. I would not leave him to crash on the ground
below. I would never see my sweet bear die. Never.
By the grace of
some god Jorah was back on Drogon with the help of one of the others.
Only when he was firmly back on Drogon was I able to calm myself down.
Each flap of my child's wings made sure we were far away from the dead.
Even though it had been awhile since my child had rested, I knew he was
in no mood to stay still. While I had lost a child, he had lost a
brother.
Throughout his entire life he had the knowledge that he
had two others just like himself. Two others that were there to calm
him. Drogon had left us all for some time and yet he had returned. I
think it helped him to know his brothers were safe while he went around
Essos reveling in his freedom. I don't think he would've left me if he
had thought, even for a moment, that his siblings weren't safe.
After a short time the dead weren't beneath us.
"We are safe, Khaleesi." Jorah said. "They can't kill us now."
"No,
not yet." I replied and stopped myself from crying. "There will come a
time when they attack again but this time we'll be ready."
If he somehow survived, I would side with Jon even without him bending the knee so I could have vengeance for my child.
JON SNOW
I had been dead before and knew what it felt like. But this wasn't death
as I could feel the cold. When I had died it wasn't cold or hot. It was
both and neither at the same time. Death also hadn't felt this wet. My
arms moved on their own accord and I soon found myself breathing air.
Each breath into my lungs felt more painful than the last.
Even
though I was taking breath after breath, it didn't feel as if I were
alive. I was so cold and my mind didn't seem to be in any physical
realm. When I was able to make out colors and physical features I
realized I was alive. Somehow I had survived being in the frozen lake.
The feat would've seemed impressive and yet the only thing I could focus
on was survival.
I managed to pull myself onto land and pick up
Longclaw. The sword felt wrong in my hands and yet I was ready to fight.
This time I would find the Night King and kill him. That was the only
reason I could think of that I would have been brought back to life. So
as I stood up I tried to find where he was. My eyes had quickly adjusted
to seeing again and yet anything more than a foot in front of me was a
mystery.
"Uncle Benjen?" I asked in surprise as a familiar figure approached me.
He
came into view heavily covered and on a horse. The horse was black and
felt of death. Or at least how I had perceived death before dying. I had
been lead to my death by a false promise of seeing Uncle Benjen again.
Now he was here at my moment of need.
"There is no time to explain." Benjen said as he quickly got off of his horse and helped me on. "You need to get to Eastwatch."
"What about you?" I asked weakly.
I
had spent so long wondering what had happened to him. I had spent so
long fostering the hope that he was alive. If I hadn't felt that hope,
my men would've never fooled me. I didn't want to leave Benjen here to
die as I knew he would. There was no way that he could hope to survive
the dead in such numbers.
"There isn't enough room." Benjen said and suddenly I was moving away from my uncle.
I
wanted to turn the horse around and save Benjen. I needed to and yet my
muscles wouldn't obey my commands. I told them to grab onto the reigns
and steer the horse into danger. Yet I couldn't. I didn't have enough
energy in me to scream in pain. I tried to make my mouth make some
sounds and yet I couldn't. It was as if earlier I had used up all of my
energy. So I spent the entire journey to Eastwatch in silence.
As
if I was an observer, I watched the scenery around me change. There was
always snow and yet the formations I saw were different. I could tell I
was getting closer to Eastwatch. Soon I would be in the warmth and I
could see Daenerys. I should've gone on Drogon and yet...and yet I had
to prove myself to her still and I needed to kill the Night King.
Killing him was the most important thing in the war against the dead. I
assumed that the Night King was connected to all the dead as the White
Walkers were connected to the wights.
After what seemed like years
I could see Eastwatch. Or maybe it wasn't. It was still so cold and my
eyes wanted only to shut forever. To let me go to the place after death.
As I started drifting into the darkness again I felt my body being
lifted and taken somewhere warm. Distantly I felt my wet clothes being
cut off and blankets being put on me. Furs. Yes, I recognized the furs
that were put on me to keep me warm.
"Ghost?" I said as I petted my direwolf.
Was
it him or was it a hallucination? I didn't care as he felt real and so I
would treat my friend as actually being here. I wanted to tell him
about how I had nearly died and not to worry about me. But my body
wanted sleep and I was a slave to that desire.
My dreams were
confused. They were jumbles of things instead of being one story. I
dreamed about being in Winterfell with Sansa. Littlefinger was there and
I could sense the danger he brought. Unlike in reality, I killed him
and everyone thanked me for killing the monster. In my dream Ned was
there to thank me for killing the man.
"I will tell you who your
mother and father are." He said and put a hand on my shoulder. "There is
someone related to your father who you should be wary of."
"Why?" I asked. "Does he want to kill me?"
"Worse."
I wanted to ask him what he meant and then my eyes opened. As soon as I
woke up the dream faded and a fear lingered in the very back of my mind.
It took me a moment to realize that I was on a ship and Daenerys was
standing close by. She was beautiful as the day I first saw her. Her
skin and hair were like snow. Her eyes were sad and I could tell that
she had been worried about me. She had thought I was going to die beyond
the Wall and I nearly did.
"Do you know why I think of my dragons
as my children?" Daenerys asked me and briefly held my hand before
letting go. "Because I can't have any of my own. My dragons are the only
children I'll ever have. Do you understand?"
I did my best to nod
but my guilt held me back. Because I hadn't gone on Drogon one of her
other dragons was dead. I realized there was no reason for her to love
the murderer of her child. She should loathe me and rightly so. Yet her
eyes didn't seem angry or mad. They seemed sad and heartbroken yet
didn't say I had done any wrong. That was good. I didn't know what I'd
do if Daenerys became my enemy.
"I will offer you my support."
Daenerys told me. "What is happening now is more important than our
feuding. We need to stop the Night King and his army."
"I wish I could stand." I said before I knew what I was doing. "So I could bend my knee."
She
looked about as shocked as I was. I realized I had bent the knee so
that she could see how much I cared for her. How much I loved her. I
would risk the hatred of the North just so I could feel her lips on
mine. Maybe Daenerys would be impressed by that and forget about the
death of her dragon. Forget enough that she could love me.
Daenerys
looked as if she were about to kiss me and then Ghost, who Davos must
have made sure came to Eastwatch, walked in. He looked angrily at my
love and then came to my side. I pet him and I felt relief going through
my body. I had impressed her enough to have her love me still. When I
could I would make love to her as I should've before.
"We're going
to King's Landing to meet with Cersei." Daenerys said a little softer
than before. "We're going to show her what the real danger is. I trust
Tyrion with my life and so I believe this plan will work. He knows his
sister and that will be our advantage."
I liked how she had said
'we'. It would not just be her but us. I was sure that she would
continue to use Jorah for his guidance and protection, but her heart was
mine. No other man would own her like I did. No one would be able to
touch her like I did in the dead of night. Our body heat the only flames
in the dark. To finally feel her climax around me and to hear her
scream my name was something I was looking forward to.
"Even
though I don't respect Cersei," I said. "I know she thinks about her own
survival. When she sees the wight then she will feel compelled to save
herself. She'll be compelled to not think about you for just a little
bit."
"And after we win against the Night King we will kill her."
Daenerys said and then paused as if to think. "Together we will kill
her. She has taken your father from you and any semblance at a normal
life."
Yes, Cersei had taken a lot from me. She had Ned killed
while Sansa and Arya watched. My sisters shouldn't have had to
experience that. I felt ashamed when I thought how glad I was to not
have been there. I had known Ned had been murdered but at least I didn't
have the images of his death seared into my mind. I had no fear of
closing my eyes and seeing Ned's head being chopped off. I didn't have
to remember the sound of the sword slicing through his neck.
"Cersei
used Sansa to her own ends." I said as anger started to bubble in my
mind. "My sister has grown but before...before she was innocent."
And
now Sansa was in Winterfell where Littlefinger also was. To think how
that man could manipulate the lords to go against Sansa or even for them
to go against me. I trusted her enough to not go down without a fight.
She was a Stark and was far from weak. I had also noticed Littlefinger
looking at her with lust in his eyes. She could use his own desires
against him if need be.
"But first rest, Jon." Daenerys said kindly. "We won't be able to win any victories together if you're dead."
With
that Daenerys left. I looked at Ghost and smiled as I continued to pet
him. I now had Daenerys convinced to fight the White Walkers, we would
go to King's Landing to convince Cersei, and soon enough I would **** the woman I loved. A woman who also loved me. There might not be many
pleasant things to look forward to, but at least there were some.
"I'm
sorry for nearly killing myself." I told Ghost as he started to look
around the room. "But I had to do it. If I hadn't then we wouldn't have a
chance at convincing Cersei."
My direwolf paused to look at me.
He knew that I was lying about why I had gone to get a wight. He knew
that I was lying about why I was happy in this moment. I sighed and
tried to focus on relaxing. When we got to King's Landing it would be
hectic. Even though I believed in Tyrion's plan, I knew I would doubt it
later. There would be worry clouding my mind until the moment Cersei
agreed to an alliance with Daenerys.
"I did this for Daenerys." I
admitted to Ghost. "Even though I went to get a wight for selfish
reasons, at least Westeros will prosper."
Ghost looked at me with a
strange expression and then he lay by the foot of my bed. I could tell
that he was still awake and watching the door. I trusted him to kill
anyone who dared try to harm me. I didn't know who he would attack,
though, as no one here wanted to harm me. Daenerys' men would follow her
commands and so I had nothing to fear now.
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