Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 135 - Why Everyone Should Fear a Targaryen and Their Dragon.

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Third Person POV.
North.

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It was night when the men stationed at Dreadfort were quietly guarding the castle, but alert, for they knew the threat in the south—such as House Stark and its allies possibly forming an alliance with Stannis Baratheon's forces—was gathering against House Bolton.

Ramsay Snow was leading the armies in the name of Roose Bolton, while he had departed for Winterfell along with the prisoner Theon Greyjoy to try to retake Moat Cailin from the ironborn and help Lord Bolton return to the north.

There was also information that Robb Stark might be coming north, and the Bolton and Frey troops, along with their allies who were heading north, seemed divided between moving before Lord Stark and King Stannis could form a definitive alliance, or seeking Robb in hopes of capturing a valuable hostage.

Meanwhile, there were also enemies to the north, with a full-grown dragon and over 180,000 wildlings who had brought down the Wall and were now settling in the lands below it, led by the one who calls himself Daemon Targaryen and heir to the Iron Throne.

Despite this, from what they knew, their lord Bolton was trying to enter an alliance, almost certain it would succeed, to fight the Starks due to the resentment the Targaryen had shown toward his mother's family—or at least to use them initially, before destroying them.

But what they did not know was the terror that would fall upon them all that night.

While Jon was already flying more than three thousand meters above Dreadfort, under a moonless sky, he made no effort to create a storm to hide his presence. This time, he wanted to make very clear what was about to happen there that night.

With just a thought, Winter quickly understood her master's command.

Then, her roar came the next moment, furious as she opened her mouth, sounding like thunder in the sky, heard for miles around—perhaps even as far as Winterfell.

The echo of her monstrous sound roared powerfully in the sky. It didn't take long for the people below to panic—both in Dreadfort and nearby villages—as no one understood what it meant or where that terrifying roar was coming from.

"Let's go," Jon said in the Old Tongue, as the dragon launched herself downward. The announcement of his arrival had already come, and with it, the prelude of death and destruction.

The dragon dove quickly, gaining momentum. She descended for several minutes, roaring once again. He could already see the despair of the men on the walls, beginning to flee. They didn't even dare to aim their bows; all they wanted was to run from there, not even the troop commander able to control the fear of his men as they already saw the white creature descending toward them, its enormous size becoming clearer with each second.

It was at that moment that Winter spread her wings, began to slow down, and quickly glided before starting to unleash her flames upon the castle.

The entire air became dry and freezing. Her white flames struck the walls, breaking and freezing them instantly.

With another roar, she returned, charging the castle once more, passing through it, while the stones of the old red kings were devastated by the white stream coming from the dragon's mouth, breaking and freezing everything.

Anyone who was there was killed — whether by the flames, the destruction caused, or even by the air itself, which immediately triggered an attack on their lungs, suffocating anyone who was near the flames and the freezing.