Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 67 - Taking Leadership of Camp 02.

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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"Jon..." Daenerys's voice called him as he finished carving some new runes into a few weapons he had brought from the South.

"Hm?" He looked at the girl approaching, carrying a dark garment in her arms.

"What's this?" he asked curiously, eyeing the garment.

"I made it for you. It's from that bear you brought here two weeks ago. I asked Ygritte to get the pelt, and I've been working on it since then," she explained with a shy tone.

"You learned to sew?" Jon asked, somewhat surprised. After all, he hadn't seen her doing anything like that before.

"A little... Lucis knew how to sew some clothes, and she taught me," she said.

"I see. Well... it looks well made," Jon commented, examining the garment while putting aside his weapon.

"I know you have an important night ahead..." She looked at him expectantly as he lifted the cloak to study it.

"That's true... well, I'll wear it tonight," Jon said with a grateful smile.

"You'll be fine... I heard some comments before coming here. Everyone will be watching what happens at the camp... they say you're going to fight for the leadership of the place," she said, clearly worried. After all, she cared for Jon now. He was her family, someone who treated her in a way Viserys never did. He protected her the whole time, even here among those whom all the Seven Kingdoms condemned as wildlings.

"Of course I will... don't worry about that," Jon said calmly. He wasn't even nervous about dealing with the leadership of the entire camp.

"I know you're never afraid of anything and handle any situation with ease... but I'm still worried," Daenerys admitted.

"I understand... Either way, you can wait. I'll be handling all those men soon," Jon said, adjusting the bear-pelt cloak over his shoulder with ease. He liked what he saw. It might not have been the best craftsmanship in the world — after all, Daenerys had only started learning how to use thread and needle in the past moon — but it was still good enough for him to wear on this occasion.

"Very good. It matches perfectly with my leather armor... I think it's time to change clothes," he said, approaching his armor, which he had taken after sacking Winterfell in those days.

Thinking about that made Jon momentarily forget Daenerys as he took off the fur coat commonly worn by the Free Folk and thought of the Starks.
'I wonder how they're doing in the South right now. How they're handling everything that's happened. Perhaps my dear uncle is already in King's Landing.'

He didn't need to remove his clothes as he put on the armor over them. He sensed someone else entering the tent just as Lucis approached Daenerys.

"I brought some fruit. Would you like some, Jon?" she asked, and he glanced at her with a nod of greeting.

"I'll take an apple. It's almost time for me to go," Jon said, adjusting his leather armor and taking the cloak from Daenerys to place it over his shoulders.

"Jon... are you going to fight tonight?" Lucis asked as Jon nodded.

With his usual carefree demeanor, he simply smiled as he raised both hands. In one hand, the Leviathan Axe appeared; in the other, Dark Sister materialized, both drawn from his dimensional space.