𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕

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"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃" Maester Aemon smiles at me "Might be a boy" he adds

That's when Jon enters and greets the man, which I found a lot better than old-man Pycelle.

"Lord Commander" the maester greets back

"How are you feeling?" Jon sits down next to us

"Like a hundred-year-old man slowly freezing to death. I was just checking your sister's baby" he continues to smile

"I need your advice. There's something I want to do, something I have to do" Ah, yes. The Wildlings. I was first to hear Jon's problem, but I told him to search an answer from Maester Aemon, a far more wiser man than me, because no matter how much would you tell me that bringing the Wildlings here is wrong, my heart will never make me forget that they are human, too. Sometimes more than us.
"But it'll divide the Night's Watch. Bitterly. Half of the men will hate me the moment I give the order"

"Half of the men already hate you, Lord Commander" the maester tells him "Do it"

"But you don't know what it is."

"That doesn't matter. You do. You will find little joy in your command. But with luck, you will find the strength to do what it needs to be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy, and let the man be born" the man urges him

Jon thanks him for his words, and both of us leave, to let the old man rest.

"How are you fairing?" my brother asks me on our way to my room

"I'm good. Except in the nights when I puke constantly. But in rest I'm fine, really" I tell him, not wanting to make him worry about me too, he has already enough problems.

Jon nods, not quite believing me. "Maester Aemon thinks it's a boy" I change the subject

"I want it to be a girl"

"Why?"

"Because I want a niece"

I smile softly "Are you implying that if I have a son you won't love him?" I dramatise, rising a brow

"...I-erm" he stutters "A boy should have his father to teach him how to use a sword, not his uncle" He confesses "I'm saying that if it's a girl she won't feel her father missing, but daughters seem to be closer to their mothers"

I nod, trying not to change my face in a sad one.

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𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 I can't find sleep because of my large belly and newly sore breasts which result in a terrible back pain.

Last night was one of those nights. Yet, I had to be with Jon when he voices his decision.
The men's displeased shouts made me forget about the pain for a bit.

"You'd bring Wildlings here through our gates?" A man at our table questions

"Men, women and children will die by the thousands if we do nothing"

"Let them die. We got our own to worry about. Less enemies for us" the same man continues, the others cheer at the comment.

"Look, well, there is good farmland in the Gift" Sam rises "Land that no one uses now. A dozen abandoned villages"

"And why do tou think the farmers abandoned those villages? Because the Wildlings raided them for years. Cut them down just like they did to this boy's people" He pointed at Olly

"We've been fighting them for thousand of years. They've slaughtered villages. They've slaughtered our brothers" The First Ranger commented

Jon looks down at me and I give him a reassuring nod "And we've slaughtered theirs"

"I will follow you anywhere, you know that" One of Jon's friends I knew as Edd rose "But they killed Grenn" Men agree "And they killed Pyp. They killed 50 of our brothers. I can't forget that" he reasons "I can't forgive it"

"You were at the Fist of the First Men. If we abandon them, you know what they become. We can learn to live with the Wildlings orr we can add them to the Army of the Dead. Whatever they are now, they'd be better than that" Men start arguing even more

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