Jon's POV
"I want everyone to get enough food and the shelter that they need." Helena said to every lord and lady in the room. "I've made sure that the food will last for everyone in here, there is enough to feed every mouth until they're full, but we need shelter in this bitter cold for our soldiers and civilians."
He listened to every word she said as if he was enchanted. His sister had this aura that seemed to vibrantly touch his. It was like she was talking to him directly.
"I'll take care of the Dothraki," set Jorah said, knowing he could because he'd fought alongside them. Smart and wise choice to make, after all Dothraki knew him better.
"I'll fly my dragons from the gates, direct attack." Wrong, Jon thought.
"No," Elena said, glaring with her passionate and burning violet eyes right at Daenerys. "You'll attack the Night King, not Damien but the man with the ice crown. If he dies then the rest dies along with him...
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The Dragons Heiress (Game of Thrones)
FanfictionBeing a bastard in the north, or in Westeros, isn't the most pleasant thing you can be. As for the twins that were given to Lord Eddard Stark, warden of the North, are still treated as equals in Lord Eddard's eyes. However, this is for songs of ic...
