Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 7 - Val.

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Jon Snow POV.
Somewhere on North.

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Val POV
Finally, we're back. Half of our group fell to the Wights in the east during a nighttime attack. We lost 200 free folk to save 500 from a tribe and bring them back to the camp.

"It's about time we got here," a frustrated voice next to me said.

"Come on, Ygritte. You still have to introduce yourself to Tormund, and I want to see Dalla. If she might be pregnant, I'll confirm it today," I told my fiery-haired archer friend.

"Okay, we split up here. I'll say that if Dalla is pregnant, I congratulated a new warrior of the free folk who will be born," the archer said. I nodded, and we went our separate ways.

I noticed everyone was talking more than usual as I entered the camp with my people. Despite many recognizing and greeting me, they seemed to shift their attention to talking about someone new in the camp. Normally, people noticed me as one of the leaders, but I was being ignored along with my group. I didn't pay much attention because Dalla and her well-being were the only things on my mind now; I didn't even want to go east, but there was an emergency. I continued until I found Mance's tent in the center of the camp.

I noticed a meeting was underway because there were men from all the leaderships outside. They didn't stop me, and I entered the tent quickly. I saw all the leaders discussing, but the most heated argument at the moment was between Karsi and the Lord of Bones, the latter being unfriendly. I saw Dalla beside them, but I frowned when I saw her hands resting on her stomach.

I got angry and interrupted their discussion, which they hadn't noticed until then.

"DALLA! What are you doing here? You're pregnant, and you should be resting!" Everyone looked at me after my angry words.

"Val! Good to see you. Yes, I found out a few days ago, but I'm only one moon pregnant. I won't die just because I'm at the meeting when neither you nor Mance should attend," she said firmly. I cringed at my older sister's words; after all, I am a very concerned sister. "Val, can you save your conversations for later?" Varamyr "Sixskins" spoke angrily at my interruption. I nodded, feeling a bit ashamed of my behavior, and went to Dalla to hear the discussion.

"And what are you all arguing about?" I asked.

"There's no one else north of here. Karsi refuses to send more men there," the Lord of Bones growled.

"Do you want me to send my people to death while yours stay here drinking mammoth milk?" she snapped.

"There's no one else in the northern zone?" I asked incredulously, and Dalla nodded.

"All dead, and I agree with the Lord of Bones," Varamyr commented.

"We need someone there, but I can't agree to send only Karsi's tribe. Lord of Bones and Varamyr, send your people!" I said firmly.

"My people are already planning to invade the South to distract the kneelers when we attack the Wall, and I don't take orders from a woman," the Lord of Bones spat on the ground.

"Then don't expect anything when Mance is away," Della said beside me.

The man was angered by my sister's comment but restrained himself.

"Why don't you send that new southerner from your tribe, Karsi? I heard he fights well. He might be useful," Varamyr said, and I noticed a glint in his eyes.