Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 65 - Reuniting with Mance.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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"I knew I would find you here." A feminine voice was heard as Jon was tending to Winter the following day.

"You seem surprised by that, though." Jon commented, watching Daenerys approach as he stood by Winter, tuning a lute he had also stolen from Winterfell.

Winter appeared more preoccupied with devouring the carcass she had brought from the sea, positioned on the other side so Jon wouldn't get blood on himself, as he often asked her to do it away from him.

"You seem much more eager to bond with her than before..." she remarked.

"I already have a bond with her," Jon replied.

"Spare me, Jon. I visit her far more often than you do, and yet she won't even let me ride her without you," Daenerys said with a laugh.

"That must be why she's much more open to you," Jon commented, glancing at her while adjusting the strings to tune them.

"Are you playing for her?" Daenerys asked, already aware of Jon's musical talent, just as she had heard her older brother possessed.

"She seems to enjoy it, so I've been playing for her the past few mornings," Jon said, finishing his tuning and strumming a sequence of notes to test the sound, finding it quite suitable.

"You wouldn't mind if I joined you, would you?" she asked as she approached and sat beside him on a stone. Winter didn't seem bothered by the human's presence, having grown accustomed to it.

"Of course not," he said, unfazed by someone watching him on one side and a giant dragon on the other, while he leaned his back against Winter.

As he began to play, even the dragon turned its neck to look at him, its teeth still smeared with blood, which dripped into the mist.

Jon made a face at her, silently telling her to keep her distance with that bloody mess. There was no way to demand hygiene from a dragon, though Jon did clean his own hands by burning the carcasses to avoid the foul smell that lingered after a few days.

Winter resumed eating while calmly listening to Jon's music, and Daenerys sat with her hands under her chin, silently listening to Jon play.

Jon had to admit that his aunt had changed significantly over the past moon and a half. She had been withdrawn in the first days as Jon brought her along to get accustomed to these people, but she eventually started mingling with the other women Jon had gathered in his large tent.

She began adjusting to the people and their culture, learning the ways of the camp and gradually coming out of her shell as Jon attended to his duties. At this point, Jon was at the height of his popularity among the Free Folk, who treated him as a mythical figure.

Jon had left the camp two or three times during this period, spending days away to handle matters outside the camp, usually assisting a tribe that was approaching the area but had become trapped while being hunted by the White Walkers.

Daenerys remained in the camp, with Lucis keeping her company, and the two developed a certain friendship. Lucis was far less intimidating than Ygritte or Val, whom Daenerys had initially judged harshly.

Jon had played his melody for about four minutes before finishing. His gaze lowered to his legs as a small creature covered in white fur emerged from its hiding place.

"What is it, little friend?" Jon asked as Winter's neck stretched toward him, her head now cleaner after chewing on snow—a trick Jon had taught her to clean her mouth.