Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 63 - Reception.

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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"I see you've returned from the South... and not as alone as I expected," Della remarked as they stood inside the main tent. Vall, Della, and Daenerys all gazed at Jon, though the latter wore a cautious expression since her arrival.

"You could say I had some things to take care of. She'll be with me from now on," Jon replied, while Daenerys noticed Val's intense gaze fixed on her.

"Anyway, what about Mance?" Della asked, her tone neutral as Jon gave a small nod.

"Yes, he should be on his way here. Either way, I'll stay until he arrives," Jon said calmly.

Della's eyes narrowed slightly. "You've been beyond the Wall, yet you came back here... Even if you say you're doing this to help us, like you did when you left, it's still suspicious. No offense, but someone with your skills wouldn't have any trouble staying in the South."

A part of her had hoped Jon would stay in the South, but he had kept his word about returning.

"I have some plans for you all. After all, I intend to fight against the South. It would make sense to help you claim your place beyond the Wall first," Jon explained, his voice steady.

Della's eyes narrowed further. "You think the Free Folk will fight with you against the South? I don't see that happening..." Her voice grew slightly louder, but Jon remained unfazed.

"You're right. Most won't want to fight the South. Many only wish to cross the Wall. But they'll still need to claim a place once they do... and I can give them that opportunity," Jon replied calmly. "However, I'd like to discuss that directly with Mance. I won't trouble you until your husband gets here."

Della nodded slightly, understanding that Mance would handle him in the end.

"Very well, then. In any case, welcome back to the camp," she said, before casting a glance at Val with a knowing smile. "Val asked about you often while you were gone. She seemed afraid you wouldn't return."

"..." Val shot her sister a sharp, accusatory look, lowering her gaze to Jon afterward, a hint of embarrassment on her face. But she didn't deny it.

"Anyway, I'll be on my way. Come with me, Val," Jon said as he began to leave the tent.

Della simply nodded. Jon's presence in the camp was already being perceived as something positive. Even in his brief return, his presence had sparked countless stories and seemed to bring a sense of calm and hope to the people.

After all, he was the man who had slain a White Walker and now rode a legendary creature—Winter, the dragon that belonged to him alone.

His return now carried more weight than his departure. Many seemed more confident in facing both the South and the White Walkers with Jon by their side.

Of course, whispers of people wanting to follow Jon had been growing ever since he left. Many were questioning whether Mance should remain king beyond the Wall, especially with someone seemingly more powerful now in their midst.

It was giving Della a headache—and Jon's return was only making it worse. His presence bolstered their confidence, and rumors were spreading that he had crossed the Wall and come back to fight alongside them.

'I'll leave that to Mance to sort out...' was all Della thought.

Jon didn't appear to be someone who would bring trouble, but his plans certainly seemed like they could stir things up. That was a matter for her husband to address.