Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 69 - Taking Leadership of Camp 04.

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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After saying those words, the place fell into a deafening silence, with the sound of many throats swallowing hard at what they had just heard.
Even Mance had an intense look directed at Jon, seeing such ambitions, even though he already expected something grand from him.

"So you want to use the Free Folk to rule the South!?" Sixskins repeated the words of another tribal chief, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

"I already said I will use you, just as you will use me," Jon spoke, while receiving some disapproving looks from both the leaders and even those who initially supported him to lead. After all, they had only hoped to cross the Wall and simply live in the South.

Jon wasn't bothered by it. After all, it was perfectly normal. Then he continued speaking.
"Don't get me wrong. I don't need you. I have a dragon, and I could simply go South and rally other allies to my cause. I wouldn't have trouble finding men to follow me, and I wouldn't need many men when my dragon can destroy entire armies. However, whether you want to admit it or not, you need me. I'm giving you a chance to survive in the South. Do you really think you can live long with the noble houses of Westeros raising their armies in the South, while the White Walkers—or cold shadows, as you call them—come from the North?" He spoke loudly, leaving the people deep in thought.

"He has a point..." Tormund commented.

"We could steal your dragon, then kill you. You might kill a cold shadow, but you won't live long surrounded here," Rattleshirt said, gripping his bone axe.

"Jon!" Daenerys, hearing this, trembled and feared for Jon.

"That bastard." Ygritte growled, grabbing her arrow and preparing to strike.

"Hey, try anything here, and you'll die," Tormund said beside Rattleshirt, also grabbing his bronze axe.

The atmosphere grew tense, and some in the crowd began drawing their weapons. No one knew which side they would support, as everything was too confusing after Jon's words. Many had supported him—most of the Free Folk—but now, with his words, they didn't want to fight for him to conquer southern lands and, in the end, force them to kneel.

Mance was about to intervene, but at that moment, a massive figure flew through the sky, drawing everyone's attention with the sound of her wings. People on the outer edges of the camp turned to look as the white figure contrasted sharply with the dark sky, making it impossible to hide, and her immense body terrified all who looked up.

ROOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRR

The white dragon roared once more over the camp as everyone immediately turned to see Winter flying above them, cutting off any further protest.

The next thing they heard was the terrified screams of people as they started to flee, abandoning any thoughts of fighting the creature beating her wings in the sky, seemingly enraged and ready to strike anyone who acted against Jon.

Even Rattleshirt lowered his weapon, taking a step back in fear as Winter drew closer, her wings generating gusts of wind before landing in the middle of the camp. The people around quickly backed away.

All the leaders took steps back, but they remained frozen as Winter stared at them, with only Jon standing still. Winter landed beside Jon, and the dragon seemed to fix her gaze directly on Rattleshirt before roaring, letting out a breath of icy air that everyone could feel.