Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 170 - Routine in Winterfell 01.

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Third Person POV.

Winterfell.

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"Daemon..." Lyanna's voice was heard while the Dragonborn still held his sword in hand, still admiring it after Meridia left this world. Soon after, his head turned toward his mother, looking at her cautiously.

The roar of a dragon came above them, Winter still flew through the sky and he could also see his mother being startled by the creature, seeing for the first time a real dragon. When her gaze returned to her son, it was full of doubts about what had just happened.

Daemon made the sword disappear the next moment, placing it inside his storage, doing the same with the table and chairs that were in the place.

"I know you have many questions, but we will talk about that another time. Meridia told me that you will stay for a long time among the world of the living. I am a little tired, I would like to rest a little first before continuing our conversation."

He had lost almost a liter of blood in the last few hours. Sleeping a little would help him, since he didn't like being in that state, and not to mention that he didn't have blood regeneration potions with him. Sleep would be the best option.

She seemed to want to say something, but nodded, understanding Daemon's situation. While he advanced toward the gate and approached her.

"I still have to go clean up that mess I left inside the crypts. If someone shows up there, even though I have forbidden it, you could scare them, right?" He did not fail to comment, opening a smile, while she seemed to relax for the first time with his humor. It was the first time he had said something without being serious.

"Of course, I'd love to scare anyone who comes near." She said, smiling and seeming more at ease.

Daemon left the sacred grove, while she began to follow right behind him, entering her invisible state. Daemon then came across a crowd of people staring at him. Unsurprisingly, the flash of Dawnbreaker had awakened all of Winterfell and even part of Wintertown, people at the windows watching him in search of an explanation with a cautious look.

Daemon sighed. He simply could not ignore all those gazes. Even people from outside entered Winterfell not understanding what had happened there, even with everything Daemon had already shown.

"The gods spoke to me." Daemon then said. He was not lying in any way. "And they gave me a weapon that will fight against the army of the dead and their masters." He declared.

He then raised his hand and drew Dawnbreaker, materializing it above him. People let out sounds of surprise all around, like a united echo.

"This sword was given by one of the ancient goddesses, Meridia." Since she had asked them to build a temple for her, at least Daemon would say her name so that people would know her. She was better than all the other princes.

'If any prince is going to want to take over this world, let it be Meridia then.' Daemon said to himself.

The people looked with admiration at the sword shining like the sun.

"One of the ancient gods spoke to him!"

"He received a sword from the gods!"

"It shines like the sun, even in the darkness of night!"

The free folk were all stunned, their voices nothing more than a whisper with glazed eyes fixed on the sword. They were the great majority there, but the people of the North themselves, who were also gathered in the corners of the place, stared at the sword with admiration, believing Daemon's words as well. In the next moment, he made the blade disappear, and darkness returned to reign, illuminated only by the torches burning in the place.