Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 146 - Entering Dustin territory.

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Third Person POV.
North.

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Daemon agreed to spend the night in the castle, while Ygritte joined them in their room, with Daemon alongside Val.

Daemon had a letter from White Harbor in hand at that moment as he sat in front of a desk.

He then opened the letter, which came directly from Lord Manderly — and not from his uncle — something Daemon found ridiculous, considering such an attitude from that man.

The letter was quite simple.

Upon reading it, Daemon couldn't help but grimace, with Lord Manderly wanting to schedule a meeting in White Harbor. They themselves already knew he was within Tallhart territory and had conquered both Hornwood and Cerwyn lands.

But there was something in the letter that made Daemon consider going to White Harbor: the representative of the Iron Bank at the port, which wasn't all that surprising after his meeting with the keyholders in Braavos.

Given that he had entered the North with 180,000 people behind him and a dragon, obviously they would be seeking him out after witnessing his strength. There was no one better in the Seven Kingdoms for them to try to officially support for the throne.

That was what Daemon hoped.

With that, Daemon no longer wished to concern himself with it and made his way to bed.

The next day, he summoned Tormund before sunrise, giving him a task both simple and important — one that caught the giant by surprise.

He would be given command of five thousand men to head west, hunting down all the ironborn they could find in the region.

At that order, Tormund merely laughed and began to roar with laughter after hearing Daemon out.
"Hahahahahaha! Very well, then let's deal with this, Daemon," he said, while Daemon nodded, approving the self-proclaimed giant's response.

Daemon returned to the castle and found young Cerwyn waiting for him, somehow knowing he had stepped out.
"Is there a problem?" he asked the boy.
"No... I just... if you need me for anything," he murmured.
"No, it's all right. Let's stay in the castle. This is also an opportunity for you to meet Lord Tallhart for now, make friends with him. You need to have some connections in the North," Daemon advised.

At the same time, Daemon knew the boy, somehow, wanted to grow closer to him. It was obvious the boy wanted to become a squire, and his mother had probably advised him to insist on it — which would be an honor for anyone, especially when he would be campaigning to conquer the realm.

Daemon could understand. And thinking about it made him truly consider that he would need a squire in the conquest of the Seven Kingdoms.
"Maybe Lafy would be better," he murmured, somewhat regretful for not bringing Lucis's brother.

He would be perfect. But he would leave that to be made official in Winterfell. Daemon knew he would need to grant a certain prestige to the free folk before the Seven Kingdoms, beyond the lands he promised in the North.

Having a squire like that boy would be good to represent the free folk and help the Seven Kingdoms better accept their inclusion. Either way, Daemon turned back to the boy, who was still standing in place.

"Let's have our first meal of the day," Jon said, and the boy nodded, walking up to him as they entered the castle. He looked at a few servants before heading to the hall.
"Call my wives, tell them I'm waiting for them," Daemon requested, as they continued toward the main hall.