Daenerys of Winterfell

Chapter Five

Wintertown

After he had argued with Sansa regarding the fact that he wanted to go to Gilly's funeral, Jon climbed on his horse and headed straight to Wintertown. And once he got to the cemetery, he saw that it ended, and many people going away, after giving their condolences to Samwell.

He saw that there were many servants of his castle at the ceremony, but it was normal considering that Samwell is well known in these lands, and he visited Winterfell in the past. And for sure Gilly too.

As he approaches, he saw Daenerys' sad face, and he wanted to ask how she was feeling, but she left before he could get to her, and even avoided his gaze. And Jon really didn't know what he had done to upset her.

"Jon," greeted him, Sam, with a sad look, and Jon gives him a hug.

"I'm sorry, my friend. The loss of someone so important in your life... I can't imagine the pain you're feeling."

"Your mother was the only noble that didn't set us aside and treated us kindly, and now you are here," Sam said, giving a sad smile. "Thank you, my friend."

And Jon nodded, not knowing what else he could say to ease the pain, as they started walking.

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Stannis' Castell

After dressing for the meeting with the medallion on his neck, Ramsey made his way to Margaery's room, and upon entering he saw that she was getting dressed.

He admired her shape for a moment before asking, "So? Have all our friends arrived?"

"Did you forget that it's used to knock before entering, my lord?" said the woman who was fixing Margaery's dress, and that made him angry. He was not accustomed to servants speaking to him without being asked.

"Forgive him, dear Missandei. But if a man is so hurried that he forgets his manners, it is only fair to give him an audience," mocked him Margaery and turning around. "You may go, Missandei."

And the hateful girl, grinning and mocking him with a reverence, left. If he was in a bad mood, he would have killed her for her impertinence.

"Your servant girl is an impudent one," he said, but Margaery, smirking, said, "Perhaps. But Missandei's right. And as for the others. They are waiting for us."

"Then maybe-" licking his lips as he approached, looking up and down, " we better join them."

"With the corset unbuttoned and half-dressed, they might misunderstand us," she said, grinning, passing her hand on her belly and then downward, before turning around. "Come, Duke. Tighten them up, please."

However, his mood quickly plummeted, and he pulled the corset strings so tight that she guessed. "What a passion."

"More like anger, I'd say, my dear," he said seriously. "The documents that were supposed to arrive from France have disappeared without a trace."

"Gone?"

"Stolen. It seems a mysterious knight has suddenly appeared and taken them away," said Ramsey furiously with teeth clenched. "I want to find out who that bastard is, and you're gonna help me, or else we're both going to meet the king's executioner."

Not that Ramsey was planning on losing his head now.

Robb stood in their meeting room awaiting the arrival of the leader of the conspiracy, Duke Bolton, and the Marquise Margaery Tyrell-Baratheon, who is the host of this meeting.