Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 174 - The Arrival of Lord Glover.

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Third Person POV.

Winterfell.

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A few days had passed since the arrival of the group that had been with Daemon in the south, and another banner began to appear on the horizon coming from the north, advancing toward Winterfell: none other than the Glovers. With their banner bearing the gauntlet clenched in a firm fist, set against a red background.

Without anyone noticing, a bird landed near them as they halted, now reaching the line of sight of Winterfell. The bird, a spy, calmly observed.

"My lord, there are so many of them," said one of the Glover men, looking at the enormous camp with countless hide tents spread out ahead of Winterfell. All of them used by men they considered savages and their enemies. All who were present frowned at the sight, visibly unsettled, even though this information was already known throughout the North.

After all, everyone already knew of Daemon's advance, starting with tearing down the Wall after thousands of years without anyone managing to conquer it until then. Once he had established himself in the Gift, he began his campaign shortly after, descending through the North, destroying, driving out the ironborn, and wiping out most of the Boltons who still remained in the North and had failed to flee.

They said Daemon's movement, which began at the Wall, would only end with the conquest of Dorne, that he was destined to conquer all Seven Kingdoms, moving from one end of Westeros to the far South.

Meanwhile, Glover listened to the stories of the common folk who had survived the ironborn attacks, as they continued toward Winterfell, unsure whether to take their words with skepticism or not.

However, even by then, Daemon had already proven he was not someone to be underestimated. He had a dragon, an army, and powers beyond anything any man could dream of. After all, even alone, he had managed to cause the death of King Robert Baratheon and create enormous chaos in King's Landing, all by himself. He forced Lord Stark to hold a public execution only to save him in the end—it was as if Daemon were playing, and the king only remained alive because Daemon wanted to toy with him, rather than simply kill him there.

"Well, we have no choice but to go through them. If we are invited, we won't be attacked. So let's go, men," said Lord Glover. In the end, despite his distaste, he could not deny that he hated the savages, but what could he say? It was those very people who had fought against the ironborn while all the remaining Northerners were holed up in their strongholds far from the ironborn, while they wreaked havoc, devastating villages and towns from the center all the way to the western coast of the North.

As they say, the North remembers, and will remember, that it was the 'savages' who fought against the damned ironborn alongside none other than a Targaryen. Too ironic to even be taken as more than a cruel joke.

"I'm not seeing the dragon..." said one of the men, searching for the white-winged mass, the same one he had seen on the walls of Deepwood Motte.

"I don't know, maybe it's behind the castle," said another.

"Maybe he kept it inside Winterfell?" suggested another, while Lord Glover seemed tired of these comments—his damned men just wanted to see the damned dragon.

"I doubt the dragon would fit inside Winterfell. Have you ever been inside? Even in the courtyard, the dragon wouldn't fit," a fourth man said to one of those who had spoken.

The bird merely observed as they moved on. At the same time, Jon was in Winterfell's godswood, blinking several times with his eyes completely white before the sacred tree of the Northerners, until his eyes returned to normal vision.