Northern Conqueror

Chapter 33: Time Together

Chapter 33: Time Together

"This is Gendry Baratheon," Jon said standing beside the smith.

Daenerys' eyes widened, as did those of everyone around them. Even Gendry, who turned to Jon. "What? I'm a Waters."

"I'm legitimizing you," Jon said patting his shoulder. "House Baratheon now rest with you."

"I thought you said to keep it quiet," Gendry said with a glance toward Daenerys.

"I think it best we're honest on all fronts," Jon said looking to his would be wives.

Daenerys let out a breath. "You're not your father. You clearly have no trouble working with Targaryens, and apparently love a Stark."

Gendry's cheeks flushed as Arya glared at Sansa, who bit back a smile, split between wishing she hadn't mentioned that to Daenerys and thankful for her saying it out loud.

"He's also the one who's going to begin crafting valyrian steel with your dragons."

Their shock somehow grew as they looked at the smith. "What?" Tyrion gawked. "That's... how did you-"

"Other than Bran, Arya and myself he's the only one who knows how to make it, and he's the only one understands it."

"If you know how then why not show every smith we can?" asked Tyrion. "Let them craft as many weapons as they can."

"Because it's a long, difficult process that requires specific timing and control," said Gendry. "Not many would even be capable of it, but Jon's agreed to let me have a small amount of dragonglass to forge a test batch. If I can't make it then we'll look for others."

"And it requires my dragons?"

"Their fire... and their blood," said Jon.

Daenerys eyes narrowed. "Their blood?"

"It'd be a small amount, a drop per weapon," Gendry explained. "With how big they are a small cut should give us enough for a dozen swords."

"We could use human blood," Jon explained grimly, "but it would require a person be drained entirely. And multiple people seems to make even more necessary. The one that requires the least blood is dragon's blood."

Daenerys' jaw shifted, all eyes on her. "How would you get it?"

When Viserion landed, people gathered along the walls of Winterfell to watch as he lowered his head to Daenerys' hand. She whispered to him, consoling him as he kept glancing at Jon nearing his wing with an odd cylindrical object.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Daenerys told him shakily. "It will only last a second, I promise."

She watched Jon take a breath, pressing the thick needle between scales before driving it in. Viserion screeched, but Daenerys' patting his snout kept him from taking off while Jon quickly pulled the plunger and heard the container fill. After a moment, Jon pulled the large syringe out and let it sank to the ground while taking the wet rag he'd brought and pressing it to the wound. It soaked red, but when he pulled it away the hole had closed. What would have been a drop to them was a pint from a dragon. Enough to keep Gendry busy for weeks and still have plenty left over.

"You're so brave," she told Viserion as he looked from Jon to her. Once they'd stepped back the dragon took off. Daenerys watched him before turning to shoot Jon a glare. "This had better work."

Jon followed her toward Winterfell, looking from the sloshing container to the trio of dragons flying overhead. "It will."

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