Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 173 - Do you Dare Insult My Son?!

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Third Person POV.

Winterfell.

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Daemon waited as the first people among the group arrived at the entrance gates, while the banners of House Cerwyn and House Tallhart could be seen. They were the only houses that had joined Daemon's campaign marching through the North.

But Daemon set the banners aside, for there were people before them, as he saw his wives approaching him and leaving their horses behind as they drew near, with Ygritte being the most hurried.

She went straight to Daemon, embracing him. "I missed you..." Ygritte murmured, while Daemon opened a small smile.

"I know..." he said with his usual arrogance. "But I missed you too. Now, let's talk later. Stay by my side." He asked, as the redhead stopped at his side.

Soon after Ygritte settled, Daemon received a hug from Val as well. "I want you to stay by my side too." He asked once more. The maester, who had been the closest person, had to step aside so Val could stand there.

Soon after Ygritte and Val's horses were taken away by castle servants, the banner of Benfred Tallhart came right after, with him following alongside his men.

He dismounted and approached Daemon before stopping. "Your Majesty." He said, kneeling before the king.

"Rise, my lord." Daemon said, and Benfred did so, while Daemon continued with his voice echoing through the courtyard. "Welcome to Winterfell, the place where we shall bring justice to the North after all that disgrace."

Benfred nodded, moving his head. "Of course, Your Majesty. I am certain of it." He said, stepping aside, while the Cerwyns stood right next to the Tallharts, when a cart stopped.

From it came out a Lady Cerwyn with her son, who was fully armed for battle, yet looked almost like a squire, the boy obviously wanting to show everyone that he was a warrior too, and had come victorious from the south. Daemon had proposed to teach the boy, at least in the North, since the position of squire should have been with someone else.

The woman approached carefully with her son, while bending her knees.

"Your Majesty, I am here with my son, Lord Cerwyn, to answer your call." She said. While the boy drew his sword and thrust it into the ground.

"Your... Your Majesty." Grey said.

"Welcome to Winterfell, my lady, my lord. You and your son shall have a place here. You are safe here, and we offer bread and salt. And I must say, Lady Cerwyn, your son has shown bravery, more than I could have imagined." He said, though referring to a boy. Still, he had to give credit for the boy standing by his side in battle and taking a life for the first time during the campaign against the ironborn, even if on many occasions he trembled in fear.

Lady Cerwyn sketched a smile upon hearing the king's praise while her son gripped the hilt of his sword. "Thank you, Your Majesty. Your praise is most welcome, and his father would be proud to hear of his son, so young, taking responsibility for House Cerwyn." She said.

"Now, you may rise. I will ask the servants to bring you bread and salt, as well as you, Lord Benfred." Daemon said as the two Cerwyns left the place.

Other names from the free folk were arriving, while Daemon exchanged a few words and shook the hands of one or another man.

At the same time, other carts began to approach. One in particular had a lock, and it was brought closer. Daemon signaled for his men to open it.

They removed the lock and, upon opening it, Lady Dustin emerged, with a disheveled appearance and eyes full of venom, aimed directly at Daemon the moment she saw him in the middle of the courtyard. Perhaps even surpassing the legendary hatred she held for Daemon's own uncle, Lord Stark, she could not restrain herself.