Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 95 - Hunting the Faceless Man.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
King Road.

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A group of young men with prisoners departed from King's Landing, traveling through the Crownlands and entering the Riverlands, while Yoren led the future members of the Night's Watch. Some had no choice—it was either this or losing part of their body, as they were condemned criminals. Others saw the Watch as a chance to get food in times of war; after all, it was no secret that war had come, and everyone would suffer because of it. And others were simply running from something.

"Come on!" Yoren said as the group of young men marched alongside other men of different ages. Behind them, two wagons full of prisoners were driven by men paid for the task.

"We'll stop to rest," Yoren said at the end of the day. It had been a week since they had left King's Landing, and now the group was moving through the beginning of Riverlands' territory.

Quickly, they began setting up camp. The younger ones busied themselves gathering wood and tending the fires, while the adults organized supplies and reinforced the perimeter. Everything seemed fine on another quiet night.

The next morning, they were having breakfast calmly when they heard the sound of horses coming from the same path they had traveled.

Yoren tried to remain calm, believing they were just travelers wanting to pass along the river road. However, as the riders approached, he realized they were coming straight toward them.

"Halt!" The riders shouted orders, making some in the group stand up in alarm, especially those who had been fleeing from King's Landing.

"My lady, it's them!" one of the riders exclaimed.

A hooded woman moved to the front of the group and, as she approached, removed her hood, revealing her red hair. It was Melisandre, dismounting her horse.

Although no one there really knew who she was, everyone felt uneasy in her presence. There was something about her that made anyone feel unsettled. Her gaze landed directly on one of the young men, who felt a chill run down his spine.

The guards followed closely behind, protecting the woman as Yoren stepped forward.

"Who are you? What do you want?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"We are looking for someone, and it's best if you stay out of this, man," one of the guards responded harshly, already threatening to draw his sword.

"You can't do this! They are prisoners and men heading for the Night's Watch!" Yoren retorted seriously, refusing to be intimidated.

"Big words, but they won't save your life, man of the Wall," the guard shot back as the others drew their swords from their scabbards.

Melisandre, however, paid no attention to the exchange of words. Her eyes had already found the one she was searching for. A small smile formed on her lips.

The boy, realizing he was the target of her interest, felt a deep chill run through his body.

And just as Yoren was about to fight the soldiers of Dragonstone, another sound of horses coming from the road took everyone by surprise. The knights of Dragonstone's Guard turned, frowning as they saw another group approaching.

Yoren hadn't thought the situation could get worse, but there was the City Watch, advancing toward them with a group of twelve men. The twelve soldiers who had come with Melisandre quickly prepared to fight.