Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 154 - Entering Winterfell.

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Third Person POV.
North.

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Daemon approached as the gate was opened, rising with the sound of chains dragging it. Immediately, upon getting closer and entering the place, he was received by Lord Glover in the middle of the courtyard along with some people from the castle.

His gaze was full of caution. He didn't know what to expect from Daemon, and the dragonborn couldn't blame him for that. The man seemed to want to maintain his posture.

"Lord Glover, I noticed the ironborn are giving you trouble," Jon approached with that comment, while the man stared at him for a few seconds before swallowing hard.

"It's true... But now it's your dragon that's giving them trouble," he said, emphasizing what the presence of that creature meant.

Jon shrugged. "Well, I don't need to hold back to exterminate those vermin."

"We've heard about your actions in the kingdom... You might even destroy all the ironborn, but that doesn't change the fact that you brought two hundred thousand wildlings here. Do you really think the North will accept that? After all, the North always remembers." He replied with admirable courage in front of the man who had so many unimaginable feats behind him.

"They'll learn to accept it..." Jon said calmly, not expecting to deal with another close-minded Umber. If the Glovers were a problem, he would have to deal with them.

"Maybe the Glovers can't accept it," the man muttered in front of him.

Daemon smiled at him. "Then the Glovers will be alone in front of the entire North. After all, most of the North supports me right now. And those who didn't support me... well, you must've heard." That sounded like a threat, but Lord Glover said nothing and waited for him to continue.

"I'm massacring ironmen, traitors, and Boltons. So, it would be wise if House Glover didn't want to become an enemy of the North as well. Especially when you and your sons are the only Glovers currently in the line of succession for Deepwood Mote," Jon said calmly.

At that moment, the man seemed so offended by this that he couldn't hold back.

"You can't just come here and threaten everyone!" the man began. "I knew your mother, boy. I met her when I was young. She really was an admirable girl that everyone respected and loved. And I didn't think twice before going with my brother to war to try to rescue her alongside our late father. However, you didn't respect the Glovers and many other northern men when you brought so many wildlings here. Our enemies for millennia!" He muttered, but Jon wasn't offended.

"I don't think we're going to resolve anything so easily. But either way, I don't have time to deal with you right now. You can be sure that, when you see what's coming from beyond the Wall, you'll thank me for having the 'wildlings', as you call them, on our side... and not fighting in favor of those creatures trying to kill every other living being," Jon said calmly.

The man wore an expression of confusion, not understanding where Jon was going with this.

"Either way, I'm here only to deal with the ironborn. And also to inform you that your presence is required in Winterfell, as soon as you take care of the damage caused by this scum. You must go to Winterfell like all the lords of the North."

"You want us to swear loyalty?" the man murmured.

And Jon didn't deny it. "Yes, as I said, the North... for the most part, is with me right now. I want to see who will join me against Stannis. After all, I can see who my enemies are and who my allies are. The enemies don't worry me, Lord Glover, but I want to see who's with me." Jon said before starting to turn away, not caring about the servant bringing bread and salt—he wouldn't stay in that castle.