Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 151 - Let's Flay this Bolton.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
North.

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"Are you ready?" Daemon approached Winter in front of Moat Cailin. There was not a single living soul left in terms of enemies, only a few women captured from the nearby town.

He had rested a bit that day while he made Winter travel to the front gates of the fortress, bringing the two cages with the prisoners.

He was satisfied with this and would let Winter act a little on her own for now, while he would control her through his Warg abilities.

The dragon let out a small huff indicating she was ready.

"Very well, go." With this command in the old tongue, Winter spread her wings and began to take off into the sky, leaving Daemon carrying the cages with telekinesis while entering the fortress with Val.

"Why do these women seem so harmless... clearly some of them are surrendering to their captors." Val couldn't help but comment upon seeing a group of more than fifty women cautiously watching them.

Seeing Daemon carrying his prisoners with magic didn't help much either. That scared them, although Daemon doubted it could be worse than seeing a werewolf killing and leaving the fortress filled with corpses, still scattered all over the place—something Daemon would have to clean up when he was alone.

"It's not like they have much choice..." Daemon replied to Val's comment. "It's easier to give in to the enemy than to die trying to resist him..." It was something sad when you only had two choices; a human being would clearly choose survival...

Women have a much greater chance of survival than men as they can give in by offering things men would never offer to their conquerors... Most would end up giving in and sharing the bed without resistance with those who brought them disgrace... Even the murderers of their husbands and children... It was something sad, but also their guaranteed survival...

"Even so... it disgusts me." Val said.

"You people north of the Wall shouldn't be any different... Women end up being captured in wars between tribes. They must also 'give in' to their conquerors many times." Daemon commented.

"Not easily. Most wouldn't accept seeing their child killed and then voluntarily go to bed with the murderer... It's much more likely that they sleep with them and in the middle of the night, stab them when they least expect it, after the act." Val said, pausing before continuing.

"These women aren't like that, they're much more submissive. It's disgusting... like I said before." Val concluded.

Daemon didn't know whether he would argue with her or not, but it didn't matter. He turned his attention to the group of women.

"I'll take care of the corpses and my prisoners. You'll occupy the castle for now and stay here until someone brings help." Daemon said.

"What will happen to us? You didn't say when you left here at dawn." One of them said.

"I'll talk to the Lords about that. I hope you go to Winterfell; I'm sure we can come to a reasonable decision." Daemon said.

"Are we going to abandon our lands then?" Another said, holding a younger girl who cried the whole time beside her.

"You can stay, but I doubt there's anything left here for you. The ironborn left nothing but destruction and death in the villages and towns that couldn't defend themselves. You should plan a new beginning elsewhere." Daemon stated.