Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 130 - The First Allied House.

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Third Person POV.
Bear Sland.

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"It's quite simple what I want. I want House Mormont to kneel before House Targaryen. And join the war with me, so we can deal with our enemies," Jon spoke calmly.

He had entered the castle after eating bread and salt, not because he needed protection, but rather so House Mormont would be protected from him.

"We will not kneel to any king whose name is not Stark," the girl said directly, while Jon gave a slight smile.

"Tell me... As much as I take no pride in it, there aren't many Starks left, besides my uncle and my cousins, one of whom is still in King's Landing married to a Lannister at this very moment." Jon said.

"We don't know if Robb is dead. There's no confirmation, no body, just like with my mother and sisters," Lyanna said.

"Lyanna," Jon murmured. "You holding onto those words is somewhat contradictory when you're speaking about me. After all, my mother was named Lyanna, whom your mother honored by naming you. And she was a Stark. Tell me then, Stark blood runs through my veins, would I not be a Stark in your eyes?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow, while the girl seemed unsure how to answer, looking both at the master-at-arms and the castle maester.

"My lady, surely he is a Stark. But even so, we've heard so many things... they say you're as cruel as a madman, that you massacred entire castles and committed all sorts of atrocities with sorcery in King's Landing, and also what you did at the Citadel," the maester murmured with an aged voice.

"I was expecting that," Jon said without surprise that his actions could, indeed, be associated with the mad king, as another Targaryen gone mad... but with much more potential, of course.

"I'm avenging all those who betrayed and committed atrocities against House Targaryen. It doesn't matter how cruel you think I am acting, or even if you associate me with the mad king. But when all is done, I will be putting my family back on the Iron Throne, and all enemies who betrayed House Targaryen will pay, one way or another. I will have friends who will be well rewarded when we return to the throne, while my enemies will be in ruins.

The question is: will House Mormont want to be our friend?" Jon asked in a calm tone.

"But you expect us to fight at your side, along with wildlings? Our men will never accept such a thing," the master-at-arms said in a serious but cautious tone.

"Free folk. Call them free folk, not wildlings," Jon warned. "And those same 'wildlings' you're referring to just saved all your asses in this castle. Remember that well."

"We've already lost so much. We can't just send more men to die fighting your war in the south..." the girl murmured, though her inexperience was clear in her words.

"It's your decision. Your choice. But remember that anything you decide will have consequences," Jon said clearly. "Kneel before House Targaryen and join us. We will rid the North of the ironborn and the Boltons, who betrayed Robb Stark along with the Lannisters and the Freys."

"Then we'll head south. We'll fight the Freys and the Lannisters. If your mother was killed at the Red Wedding, along with your sisters, this is your chance to take revenge. After all, the North remembers." Jon said.

The girl seemed thoughtful before directly asking him something that had been on her mind.

"What will happen to House Stark? From what I've seen, you hate the Starks. I still don't understand why, since they didn't save you from the king for being Rhaegar's son?" the girl asked as she met Jon's piercing gaze, immediately looking away.