Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 47 - The Winterfell Banquet 06.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Winterfell.

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Jon raised his mug, slamming it forcefully on the table, drawing everyone's attention once again.

"Listen to what I say," Jon began, flashing a grin at everyone. "Never sleep with a woman after you've broken things off with her. Trust me, tell her you don't want anything to do with her and leave. Because if she tries to seduce you saying it's the last time, you might find yourself in the middle of the night with a knife at your throat!" he said to everyone.

"Hahaha!"

"Why didn't you go straight to a prostitute?"

"Let me guess, you didn't die?"

The northern men who worked as guards for House Stark and had taken the night off to enjoy the feast alongside the servants laughed at the tales of the stranger called Dovahkiin. Jon continued sharing his experiences—especially the funny ones—entertaining them with stories from his love life.

"I didn't die, luckily," Jon went on, lifting his mug again, mimicking the motion of wielding a sword. "She didn't just have a dagger; she pulled out a sword, my lords! And she wasn't aiming for my neck or my heart. Her words were..." He raised his mug dramatically, imitating a slash. "'If you won't stay with me, you won't stay with anyone!' So, she aimed directly at my dick!" he exclaimed, making everyone burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! I hope you weren't castrated; that's worse than the Wall!"

"Hahaha! Tell us the rest, please."

Jon grinned. "Of course not! I was quick enough to draw my weapon and stop that crazy woman from castrating me. I tell this story with a smile now, but I swear, few things scare me, and that night I found one of them," he said, laughing and drinking.

The outburst of laughter and comments from that table quickly became a highlight of the room, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. People turned to look at the men of Winterfell laughing and seeing Jon, for the first time, as the life of the party.

"Who is that?" people murmured, whispering at their tables. Other guards, servants, bards, and performers, whose attention had been drawn to the lively table, watched Jon drinking, laughing, and making witty remarks.

"Where did you find him, Ebarke? He might talk more than a northerner, but he's definitely more fun than any southerner!" The men laughed, drinking and making comments. They recognized Jon as a true northerner, despite his unusually talkative nature.

"Look at his eyes..." a few servant women murmured, noting how Jon was quickly becoming the most handsome man in the room. While he didn't possess the prestige of someone like Jaime Lannister—whose status could make any maiden swoon—they had to admit that Jon's bright purple eyes and charming smile made him even more captivating.

"These southern guys... they talk too much," muttered someone at another table.

Mance, sitting with other Free Folk disguised as performers, also noticed the commotion at Jon's table, which had become livelier than even those near the king.

"Leave them be; it's none of our concern," Mance said, though his companions seemed more focused on drinking southern ale than anything else. However, Mance took a moment to glance at the table, observing the younger man laughing and talking animatedly.

Then, Mance noticed something that unsettled him. The stranger with the exotic appearance turned his gaze toward them, scrutinizing each of them before locking eyes with Mance himself. It was as if he was silently toying with them, his expression gleaming with amusement.