Game of Thrones: Season 8 and Beyond

Trouble

Daenerys

Daenerys could feel all the eyes on her as she steps off the boat with Jon, their king. Most of them are angry stares. Some are confused, and others just don't seem to notice her. They have eyes for their king.

Her guards form a barrier between them and the crowds of people. They are at a loss of what to do until a man with a gray beard emerges from the crowd and approaches them. Her guards worry for a moment, but are dismissed by Jon's wave of his hand.

"Lord Manderly, it's nice to see you again," Jon says from her side. He steps forward to shake his hand.

"It's nice to see you too, your Grace," Lord Manderly looks to Daenerys. "I heard you were bringing company."

"Yes. Wymin Manderly, this is Queen Daenerys of house Targaryen. She has come to help us in the war against the dead."

"Ah, I see. We thank you for helping." Lord Manderly turned to Jon, "Now, I believe you must be tired from all that time at sea. I have had rooms prepared for you and your guests, if you decide to stay the night, as it's getting late."

"Thank you, that would be very much appreciated. We do need to get used to walking again." Jon said with a smile.

"Marvelous. I'll lead you to your rooms now so you can get situated." The lord walks ahead, doing as he said.

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Jon

Jon is situated in his room quickly enough. He placed down Longclaw and any other heavy objects on his person. He was writing a message to Sansa of his safe arrival in White Harbor when there was a knock on the door. Was Daenerys already coming to see him? Against Tyrion's warnings?

As he opened his door, he saw that wasn't the case, she was smarter than that. Way smarter. There were a few men wearing armor.

"King Jon, Lord Manderly would like to speak to you. If you would please come with us, we'll lead you to him."

Jon nodded, stifling a yawn. He wondered what the lord wanted from him. Was it about Daenerys?

About halfway through their trip, Jon felt like something was off. Why were the guards always sneaking a glance at him every few steps, and why were they suddenly going the wrong way?

"I believe we took a wrong turn, and we're walking away from Lord Manderly's castle," Jon stated.

The man that spoke before looked at him, a nervous glint in his eyes. "I, uh, assure you that this is the correct way. I've been there plenty of times."

"You're an awful liar, did you know that?" Jon said, grabbing for his sword, which wasn't there. Shit, he left it in his room. The other men took our weapons of their owns.

"No weapon, huh? You're coming with us to King's Landing. Cersei will pay lots of gold for you, or your head." The man said, grabbing Jon's arm roughly.

Jon fought back, punching the man hard in the face, satisfied when he heard the crunch of a bone breaking.

"You dumb bastard!" They spat reeling back, and then the other men were moving to grab him. Jon fought back best he could, but he was without weapons. He tried to yell for help from those around them in the town square, but they had put a hand over his mouth. Why weren't they noticing their king being kidnapped?