[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]
Third Person POV.
Westeros.
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Jon was embracing Daenerys, while she kept her naked body pressed against his, to keep warm as they shared the bed alone.
He usually slept every night with his spear-wives, sharing moments with all four.
Lucis and Daenerys were the most shy about it, seeing Val and Ygritte not caring as they rode Jon and moaned with pleasure there, even teasing the others.
Daenerys was the last to share those moments after she began sleeping with Jon, he always kept her in the same tent to take care of her, so there wasn't much sex with the other girls there, and Jon had to do it with them outside the tent or when Daenerys was with one of them outside.
However, upon realizing Jon was sleeping with Daenerys—after all, she herself seemed to want to show it—Jon began turning his nights into debauchery with the four women, having to perform to satisfy them all equally.
It was mid-morning when Jon had met Daenerys earlier, and they ended up making love. But now Jon had to start taking action, so he left her making sure she was well covered not to get cold and began getting dressed.
"You're already leaving..."
He heard her as she opened her eyes.
"It's time to act. Tonight we're bringing down the Wall."
Jon said as he finished getting ready.
"I see..."
She commented, deep in thought.
"So tomorrow we'll be in the South?"
She asked.
"Most likely."
Jon replied.
"Good luck, Daemon. Though I doubt you need it."
She murmured.
"Just stay here with the wolves and Lucis. Tomorrow you'll march through the North as the queen you were born to be."
Jon said as she smiled.
Jon left the tent and began advancing through the camp, quite agitated, with men running back and forth. His gaze fell on the direwolves beside the tent and they immediately knew what to do, entering the tent to ensure Daenerys's safety.
"How good it is to be a Warg... surely having such an ability from the beginning of my journey would have helped me a lot..."
Jon couldn't help but comment on how his life in Skyrim would have been if he had demonstrated this ability, but he only developed it here in this world, even though he had been here again for less than two years.
He was sure that some of his friends would go crazy studying these abilities, after all, it was a branch of magic that didn't exist in Skyrim, but either way, he pushed the thought aside and moved among the tents toward those closest to the Wall.
Mance was talking with the other leaders gathered with the wargs, giving information about the Wall, something they had already been doing earlier.
"Well... how are things?"
Jon asked calmly.
Mance looked at him.
"We were informed that the Lord Commander has decided they will fight us and do not intend to hand the Wall over to you."
He said.
"I see... that was already expected. I want everyone gathered for combat, we'll attack tonight and before dawn, we'll be moving the people south."
Jon said.
"Jon... Why can't we wait a little longer? Don't you think that if we passed a group of men to the other side of the Wall to invade Castle Black, it would be better?"
One of the men then asked Jon.
Jon simply shook his head in response.
"We've waited too long already. We'll finish off the Night's Watch tonight."
He said as he walked away, wanting to organize the rest of the camp, finding Val and Ygritte with Della and her baby, while Lucis was with her aunt helping organize the group under Karsi's care.
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Game of Dragonborn.
FanfictionJon Snow is a Dragonborn after 2 millennia without another appearing, an identity that is neither on the light side nor the dark side, only caring about his own goals before wanting to be good or evil. Some may label him a demon while others a hero...
