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Jon’s POV
I exhale in feeling the relief that my claim for the Iron Throne grows smaller and smaller but there is something that needs to be answered about the untold tale of the Night King. I take a step forward with the image of the Night Queen turning men, women and children in my head then the sword being ran through her heart and out her backside.
Then I see the Night Queen standing before me as she attempts to reach out and turn me. I shudder in terror and fall to the floor. All eyes come to me when Arya, Tormund, Daenerys and the Winter Fox rush to me. They ask me what is wrong and I honestly do not know how to answer in what I am seeing. I am starting to question if I am going mad.
“Jon, what is it” Daenerys asks in worry for me as she grabs my hand.
I feel the warmth of her hand on mine even with our hands wearing gloves. I feel like I cannot breathe as the dead Night Queen stands above them as if she wants me to tell them that I am seeing her. I press my lips in fear of what and how others will look at me until the Winter Fox uses her left hand to grab my chin to look directly at her.
“Jon, did the Night King touch you at during the battle?”
“Is he marked like Bran and I?” Arya questions her.
“No, the Night King did something else. Did he touch you on the shoulder?” She asks me, ignoring everyone else around that is asking me several questions.
I see the Night Queen standing above the Winter Fox with her glowing, piercing ice blue eyes like Death is truly coming for me this time. I have no power over my tongue that all I can do is shake my head yes. The Winter Fox backs away in fear of what it could mean as she lowers her hand from my chin.
“What did you see?”
“I saw-“
I finally feel like I can talk but I stop in fear if I speak anything of what I saw out loud. I know I will be considered a mad man if I do.
“Jon, tell them. The Night King wants the world to know otherwise he never would have let you or I see any of it.” Bran says out of nowhere.
I look to Bran to see if his eyes are completely white however they are the normal brown eyes when he is not using the power of the Three Eyed Raven. I place my right hand on my forehead in trying to pieces everything I saw together after the Night King touched my shoulder.
“After he touched my shoulder, it came crashing like a blizzard. But from what I could see, I saw a man and woman. The Night King and Queen before the curse took a hold of them. I witnessed it…” I say as I feel the cold presence of when the Night King touched me for a brief moment.
“You witnessed?” Daenerys asks in fear of what I am talking about.
“I witnessed it thousands of years ago. One of the Kings ran his sword through the heart of the Night Queen. She caused a storm of chaos for the Night King and his remaining dead to flee. The Night Queen ensured that he would survive before she died and her corpse fell onto the snow with the full moon shining upon her, breaking the curse that clawed its ways into the Night’s Watch.” I tremble in my words when Daenerys helps me stand to my feet.
I place my hands on my head as my mind is filled in hearing the song of the sword running through the corpse queen and her cries of a broken woman of her world destroyed. The crowned king standing before her with a pool of black blood pouring out of her; the black blood stains the dark blue fabric of her dress as it circles her. It is her death broke the curse over the men of the Night’s Watch.
I wonder if it is all truly a curse that took the Night Queen and Night King. It explains the reaction to those mourning for them in the aftermath. There was no feast or song sung when they believed it to be finished. And with all of this being true, the curse is not truly broken. It lies in the Night King.
“The curse of the Night Queen stills remains.” I utter out loud in sheer terror.
“A curse? Who cares?” Tormund questioned.
The Winter Fox stands to her feet in anger of what Tormund said. “Have a care, Tormund Giantsbane. Dragons, direwolves and white walkers exist. A curse can certainly exist as well. And this curse Jon speaks of is as real as everything else; in the hallowed grounds of the North that which was set forth in ancient times is as strong as it is today as it was then. And if that is not enough for all to believe in the curse, maybe this will.”
She reaches for something underneath her cloak and it is the weapon of the Dead; an ice spear. The ice spear lets out a sort of song but nothing like the common or valyrian steel sings when drawn. She lays it down on the table for all to see.
“This is a relic of the curse, the spear of the Dead. It is not from the world of the Living. The only the Dead can wield it; no living can wield it.” The Winter Fox says coldly.
I remember the first time I saw this weapon at Hardhome in the hand of the Other I nearly died from. I remember when picking up a weapon, the spear shattered it then set me downward, ready to end me. The only thing that could not shatter against the ice weapon was Long Claw because of the valyrian steel.
“I touched an ice spear when fighting one in the Godswood tree of Winterfell. The ice spear shattered upon impact. This was before the Winter Fox sent her whip to me.” Arya reveals her encounter with the weapon.
“The powerful curse lies upon their weapons; the living cannot wield them.” The Winter Fox says.
“And yet you can.” Uncle Benjen says to her.
Everyone glares at the Winter Fox in fear that she can touch it without shattering. They wonder if she is one of the Dead because of it. The Winter Fox chuckles in what Uncle Benjen says. She picks up the ice weapon and twirls it as the strange song of ice rings through the tent when she does. She goes before Benjen and holds the spear out in front of Benjen.
“You can as well, Benjen Stark. You are not living anymore. Your body carries the signature of the curse when you were attacked by them beyond the Wall. The Children of the Forest saved your mind before the curse took you completely. Pick it up. Humor me.”
Benjen slowly looks to the ice spear wondering if what she says is true. Benjen steps forward and reaches for it. He slowly wraps his hand around the handle and nothing happens to the weapon. Benjen fully picks it up and holds it before him.
“As I said, only the dead can wield their weapons.” The Winter Fox says directly to Benjen.
Benjen hands the spear back to her in shock that he can touch it unlike anyone that is alive. I wonder if the Winter Fox is dead but has her mind like Uncle Benjen. And she knows the Children of the Forest. They must have saved her a long time ago which is why she has knowledge unlike anyone else in this entire tent.
“When I witnessed the Night King and Night Queen thousands of years ago and I watched the Night Queen embrace those she touched. How does the curse pass on?” I ask her.
“The Curse is like an infection and when it takes over, it alters the mind of the living or the once living body. The curse travels through the body and to its brain then flooded with it. The host of the curse such as the Night Queen bends the will of those taken by the curse. The Night Queen and King direct the behavior of the dead, telling them where to go, what to do like a puppeteer. It gets worse, every single body taken over by the curse decays like any other body in a crypt for years to centuries.”
“A dead man, woman or child has half a head or no arms or a missing leg or a nothing but a skeleton of bones walking. As long as the curse is not broken by fire, Dragonglass or valyrian steel, the curse within the dead have one goal to bring more into the curse. And it will not be thousands of the living but millions of the living. Millions of puppets with the curse permanently ordered on one unifying goal to take every last living body by any means necessary.”
“And there is no way to bring someone back once the curse has completely taken them. No common spell or curse to break the curse in the Dead. They do not exist and impossible to make one.”
“So if the Night King wins?” Jaime asks in terror of what the answer will be.
“The world of the living is gone forever, the living loses.”
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“Shit…”
“What is the name of this curse?” Greyworm asks.
“And who is the Night Queen?” Ed asks.
“We will never know the name because of the ancestors of the North erasing everything they could and it was thousands of years ago. Any proof is gone or no one knows what it is. The only place that could have any tiny piece of the curse would be the Citadel. But they do not update until a lifetime or more later when the ink is faded or the parchment is rotting.” The Winter Fox says when going back over to the roaring fire.
“I was at the Citadel and tasked with making copies of manuscripts and scrolls that were rotting away. I read of a curse in one of them.” Samwell speaks up with Gilly and her son, Sam in her arms next to him. Samwell steps up to the table with a bag on his back. No one ever noticed he had it especially when he places it on the table to open it. He pulls out books and scrolls that have meaning to him; otherwise he would have left them behind after leaving the Citadel.
“I took these from the Citadel in relation of the Night King, the Dead and Dragonglass, no matter how small. This one scroll stood out to me when I rewrote from the old scroll. I still have the previous one and the copy I made. I cannot fully read it because it is written in an old language. And what I could understand of it is a curse spoken by a King in the Barrowlands. I grabbed it when leaving the Citadel.”
Sam starts opening the largest scroll and the Foxes help him to unroll it out for all to see. We see there are faded drawings and ink from the years it was laid to rest in the Citadel. The Free Folk take a closer look and it seems like they know what it is.
“This is Old Tongue, older than any I have ever seen.” Tormund says when he walks around to stand next to Samwell to take a look at all of the scrolls. He gently grabs a scroll to look at it.
“What does it say?” Arya asks him in the hopes he understands it.
Tormund moves the scrolls around as if in the order they are needed to be read. Tormund speaks in the Old tongue when suddenly a massive wind blows all around in and outside the tent. Some of the Lords draw their weapons as if something is about to attack us as I grip onto Long Claw, ready if something is to attack us.
“Stop, Giantsbane! Stop!” One of the Free Folk men yells to Tormund.
Tormund does not respond nor does he stop reading in Old Tongue. It is almost like he is in a trace of some kind. He cannot stop reading until there is no more left. Tormund’s eyes are jet black, the same jet black eyes the Winter Fox had when she told me to burn them all before I flew on Rhaegal against the Dead.
Several yell out when the candles, torches and roaring fire in the tent is nearly blown out. The scrolls are nearly blown away but the Foxes of the Sunset Sea hold them down as if to stop the parchment trying to escape. A few of the posts holding up the tent snaps in half from the wind happening all around; I pull Daenerys close to me in terror that something is coming for her the more this continues.
The Winter Fox goes over and punches Tormund right in the nose, causing him to stop speaking the Old Tongue. Tormund snaps out of it and shakes his head from whatever it was that took hold of him. The Winter Fox sees Tormund is bleeding from his nose and she holds up his chin to keep him from bleeding more.
“Speak in the common tongue. The Old Tongue is as good as the language of Death that should not be uttered here.” Someone speaks but we do not know who said it when the tent is opened up.
The Children of the Forest walks in with gasps all through the tent. They have not been seen for centuries beyond those that has already seen them before Daenerys returned. Thankfully there is seven of them and none of them died yet.
“Willow and Wind, it is good to see you survived.” The Winter Fox says and extends her hand out to welcome them here.
The Children of the Forest walk over to her to receive their welcome and they speak to one another in the True Tongue. They sound like the howling winds of winter when speaking in that tongue. The Winter Fox directs the Children of the Forest to stand with the Foxes.
Some are looking at them like they are freaks of nature but they are far from it. The Children of the Forest set their eyes upon the scrolls. They knew exactly what it is being spoken about. I realize that the two, Willow and Wind were there when I saw it. They watched as the leader of the Free Folk picked up the corpse of the Night Queen.
“You both were there…” I look to them knowing they certainly have the answers we need.
“Yes, we were. We have seen it all.”
“Tell us what you know.” I plead to them because I desperately want to know to end this curse and truly put all of this to rest.
“Jon, just a moment; Tormund, no hard feelings about hitting you.” The Winter Fox stops the Children of the Forest from saying anything further.
“It happens all the time. Plus you are the Winter Fox. I got punched by a legend. I will take it.” Tormund says when she hands him a clean clothe to hold to his nose to stop bleeding. The Winter Fox cannot help but chuckle in how he takes the punch from her like it is an honor.
“What in the seven hells was that?” Ed asks in terror.
“When speaking any curse in Old Tongue, nature responds. Tormund did not know this. He knows how to read and speak it. The First Men of Old knew it; Now Old Tongue is extinct in the Seven Kingdoms and the common tongue is all but dominant. But in the lands beyond the Wall, The Giants, Free Folk tribes, Thenns speak a fair amount of Old Tongue. Mance Rayder learned Old Tongue during his years beyond the Wall. But they never knew what happens when any form of a curse is spoken.” Willow answers in common tongue.
The flames of all candles, torches and the roaring fire light up the tent again as the poles that snapped are being taken care of. Willow and Wind look upon the scrolls when they are put back in order. They tilt their heads then eyes to the Winter Fox. She extends her hand out for them to read it.
She steps away and goes before the roaring fire again. Tormund exhales with some blood staining his upper lip hair while everyone is on the edge of terror if nature responds again to it being spoken out loud even in the common tongue by the Children of the Forest.
The Curse of the Night
The curse will be set forth upon the Living to whomsoever claims to be greater than the King of the Barrowlands. The curse will take hold over one and consummate, bound by sacred laws of Death to arise a plague upon mankind and the land, strength of an unholy power over the Night and the glory of Winter’s invincibility.
“Maester Kennet’s passages of the Dead speak of a curse placed on the Great Barrow, weakening and making corpselike any living that dared to be more powerful than the King. The King of the Barrowlands worshipped graves, burials and Death. The Corpse Queen was the daughter of a Barrow King in which the curse took hold over. But other Maesters doubted the curse.” Willow and Wind continue on reading the scrolls
“If the Night Queen died, why is all of this still happening? It should have been done when she was slain.” Ed says in response of what evidence there is about the curse.
My mind goes back to the moment the Night Queen had a surge of energy burst out and into the Night King, forcing him to the ground. That is exactly why it was never truly done. Daenerys sees the look on my face that I know why.
“You know?”
“The Night Queen’s hold on the Night’s Watch was released when she died but she sent the unholy power to the Night King before she fell. The Curse of the Night has been in him since then…” I utter out the answer.
“Why was another one not made?” Gilly asks out of innocence.
“What do you mean, Gilly?”
“The Night Queen was killed and the Night King has the curse which means he is the one it has taken hold and it needs to consummated according to the scroll. Does that mean he needs a new Queen? And how would it happen?” Gilly makes clear of what she is asking.
“That is why the Night King is doing what he is doing. He wants to destroy the world of the Living and consummate his next Night Queen. The curse within him will transform whoever she is into his new Queen of the Long Night.” Willow and Wind say together in response to Gilly.
Everyone is in complete and utter silence in what was just said and disgusted at the thought of the Night King having sex with a woman. No one says a word for a while until Jaime Lannister barely holds up his only hand as if to ask a question.
“Yes, Jaime fucking Lannister?” The Desert Fox giving him permission to speak.
“He actually has to fuck a living woman….”
“Yes. It is as easy as you and your twin sister, Cersei fucking.” The Desert Fox says and there is no doubt that he said that with a smile on his face under her mask. Several burst out a laugh but try to keep themselves from laughing about that.
“I do have a quick question about all of that twincest while I have you. Did you and Cersei start out hate fucking, never gentle. And there was something wrong with the twin sibling relationship and fucking was the only result you could do without violence or killing one another or fucking each other’s brain hole if you killed her or she killed you.” The Desert Fox says like he had all of this lined up for the right moment and he found it..
The Free Folk, the Foxes and others burst out laughing in what he said to Jaime while others groan in degust at the image of Jaime and Cersei going at one another. The Desert Fox did not stutter and kept it going like it is a night out for everyone to be drunk.
I press my lips together, not sure why I feel the urge to laugh however the manner of how Desert Fox delivered those words is what makes it feel funny. The Free Folk continue laughing and points at Jaime Lannister like it is honestly the funniest thing they have heard in their entire lives. One of them even nearly falls to the floor of the tent from laughing until the laughing lowers down.
“What if the woman he chooses is not willing to do the act? Will the Night King be forced to do so?” Theon asks once the laughing stops.
“It will not matter if she is willing or not. When he chooses his next Queen and marks her, there will be no stopping it. The Night King does not eat, sleep and he will never stop until he has his new Queen of Winter. And the moment he has her, he will kill the Three Eyed Raven, turn all he marked and if he manages to kill all the Dragons and Targaryens of the world, everything and everyone will be covered in ice apart from the White Walkers and Wights.” The Winter Fox speaks while still looking into the roaring fire of the tent.
“We are all going to die but at least we will all die together.” Tormund says while giving a grin to Brienne.
Brienne has a look of disgust towards him no matter what he says in the hopes of having her for himself. I should have known that Tormund will not give up on trying to be with Brienne at all possible.
“Is there a way to kill the Night King before he chooses his Queen?” Arya asks Willow and Wind.
“Has anyone tried to kill him?” Jaime asks
“Yes.” Willow and Wind says as once.
“And they failed.” Jaime responds with their answer.
“They tried and died.” They say in return which caused Jaime to go pale in their words.
“If he is to be killed, I suggest taking his head with Dragonglass, valyrian steel, and fire. And if those do not work, the Others are the next best bet.” The Desert Fox says when he draws out a dagger, ready to kill the Night King himself if he crosses his path again.
“The Others?” Jorah asked.
“The Others are like the Guards to a King or Queen on the throne. Jon Stark, Greyworm and some of you are well aware that when you take one out, all the ones created by the Other dies with it. There would be a hundred but there is ninety left. Jon Stark took out two beyond the Wall, we Foxes took out two, Greyworm took out one and some were destroyed when Monsoon Fox and Tormund exploded the wall of Winterfell. And it is not as easy as it sounds. Only Dragonglass and valyrian steel can withstand their ice weapons. Any common weapon shatters upon impact with their weapons.” Willow and Wind informs us.
I recall my first encounter with an Other at Hardhome and I confirm what they says about them. “The Others were also created by the Night King?”
“The Night Queen before the King and sadly the Children of the Forest are their creators but once the curse passed to the Night King, he created the rest. They were once men, young boys, even babies to be more exact; the sons of Craster, siblings and families of Gilly before she came here with Samwell.” The Winter Fox answers.
I feel sick when I remember seeing a White walker for the first time. I followed Crastor out into the woods to see what he did with his newborn sons. And one of them grabbed the boy, walking away; not harming the child. That was when I was knocked out, waking up to the hard truth that the Lord Commander knew the whole time.
The Winter Fox says my name and I look over to her. She goes over to a table behind some of the lords and tosses something to me. I catch it and see it is another one of those sweet wines I had when I met her after my first flight with Rhaegal. I open the bottle and start drinking as much as I can in all I am seeing, hearing and things of the past haunting me.
“How did the Night King get his hands on babies?”
I finish drinking some of the wine and realize that Jorah does not know any of this especially in what his father knew. “Craster took his boys out to be killed by whatever would take them but they were offerings. Craster murdered his own sons by offering them to the Dead. Craster was a monster just like the Night King and he knew. Your father, Jeor Mormont knew it the whole time…”
Jorah’s face went pale in my words about his father. He shakes his head no in disbelief about his father. “No. My father wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t.”
“What are you talking about, little crow?” Tormund asks with anger building up to know that a man of the Night’s Watch especially the Commander of the Night’s Watch of all men allowed it to happen.
“I saw it myself. I followed Craster and that is when I saw one of them for the first time. It took the baby in its arms and walked away before Craster came from behind, knocking me out. Your father, my Lord Commander knew it the entire time. He knew what Craster was doing and he let it happen. All of those innocent boys turned into weapons that we are fighting now.” I let out the whole truth about what his father knew.
Suddenly Gilly sobs with tears in her eyes as her son begins to cry. My eyes go to her; by the look on her face, she knew they were offerings to the Night King. Many of them are her brothers, cousins, uncles and nephews. She knew they were left to die as offerings for any of the sons born by her or her sisters, cousins, nieces, aunts and mothers at the keep. Gilly picks up her crying son and she rests her head over her son’s head.
Gilly leaves the tent in tears as her son cries. Samwell looks down knowing something that we do not know. Samwell deeply exhales and tells us, “When she was a little, her father got drunk before taking one of his sons away. She remembered him saying to the baby, ‘Come on. Time to meet your brothers.’ Some of Craster’s older wives called the White Walkers, Craster’s sons.”
“She could not stand the thought of it especially that her baby, her perfect little baby could become the worst thing there is. And when a white walker came for us beyond the Wall, beneath all the fear, she wondered if he knew who she was. She wondered if he had once been her brother.”
Sam leaves the tent, going after Gilly. I look down in sadness in the horror of what was done just for the Night’s Watch to have a place to sleep while none of them but our own Commander knew what was going on the entire time at Craster’s Keep. Benjen comes over to me and the look on his face shows that he never knew.
“Commander Jeor allowed it to happen the whole time?”
“Yes…” I say with heartache.
Lyanna Mormont comes over with a look of hatred in her eyes that I have never seen before. “He was stabbed in the back, killed by one of his own?”
I shake my head yes to her and she says with such coldness and fury in her voice when saying, “Then he deserved that knife in the back for allowing it to happen. And that poor girl needs to go with the wounded so the Night King does not take her son too.”
Lyanna looks to Jorah before walking out of the tent herself. I imagine she is going to speak with Gilly and Sam. Ser Davos follows shortly behind Lyanna Mormont so she is not walking through the camp alone. Jorah has no words to say in the terrible awful his father did as Commander especially every face of the Free Folk to hear this.
They knew the Night’s Watch saw them as enemies but for the Commander of the Night’s Watch to see them as the greater threat unlike the White Walkers makes them hate Jeor Mormont more than they ever did.
“Did he say why?” Jorah asks me.
“He said we needed men like Craster. He considered the Free Folk more dangerous than the fate of the babies being offered to the Night King’s army. He knew and did nothing about it so the men of the Night’s Watch could have a place to sleep, rest and eat anytime beyond the Wall.” I do not hold back the truth for all to hear because this needed to be known.
Daenerys places her left hand on Jorah’s shoulder knowing how much this is affecting him. I never would have believed it myself if I never saw the look in his eyes that he knew. I still do not want to believe it about a man I admired and followed to become a leader and Commander of the Night’s Watch before I was killed by my own brothers. I did what Jeor and many others before him never did and I was killed for it while he was considered a great leader for this.
“The sad truth is that the Others are the best chance for everyone. Once the others fall, the odds will be in our favor.” The Winter Fox says the sickening reality of what will happen to the Others.
I decide to drink more of the sweet wine. I wish I could drink away until the part of my mind that sees things is dead. I say this after I finish more wine, “We can lure them out but how?”
“There is a way but it is complete madness.”
“What is it, Winter Fox?” Daenerys questions what it could be.
“By giving the Night King what he wants; a Queen of Winter to make, bait, a trap for them to come so we can take as many as we can out while the three lines of defense are fighting his chess pieces. We will send a small group after him. It is certainly a death mission but it is a way.”
I spit out the wine in her words that she actual spoke as an idea. I am in complete shock that this would be the only way to draw them out. “SEVEN HELLS NO!”
Everyone breathing in the tent goes in an uproar of this even being an idea until the Desert Fox pounds his fist on the table to silence the tent when saying, “If you have a better way, share.”
“There has to be another way.”
“It is the only way we have right now, Jon Stark. The offering of a Night Queen is the only thing he and the Others will be desperate to go after, no matter the cost of how many of the dead he loses.” The Ophidian Fox speaks to me.
I look at them in dread that the man, Daario spoke the truth about them. I wonder how they could even consider letting an innocent woman be chosen to be the next Night Queen and offer whoever the woman is to the Night King at the risk of her dying or becoming the worst thing possible, the Night Queen. There have already been enough lives lost, I will not let another one get used as bait.
“We will briefly table this. For now, we focus on protecting the survivors and guards around anyone that could be the Night King’s choice to be his next Queen. Arya, Bran, Gilly and Gilly’s son need rounds of patrol on them. I have more than enough protection around me but the Night King may strike again in a way that none of us will see coming. As for any women that could be chosen, we need them with the survivors to be kept an eye on while checking for marks. We need to make sure he has not already chosen.”
Daenerys speaking the truth that there could be another way but the current problems need to be handled before gift wrapping the Night King’s new choice of a Queen to him. I do fear that Daenerys, Arya and Gilly could be chosen for him. I imagine the Night King will want someone that can defend and fight in a battle just like the Night Queen could.
“To the men not on patrol, get some shut eye. We need to get whatever rest we can while there is time to do so.” Jorah says then speaks to the Unsullied and Dothraki in their language.
“Yes, we will discuss the separate group of warriors to go after the Night King in the battle after some much needed rest from everything that has happened.” The Winter Fox says then claps her hands together a few times for everyone to leave the tent.
The tent empties out one by one except for a few. I see Bronn look at the foxes with a look of wonder at them being the killers they are. The Desert Fox pours a glass of wine then extends it out to Bronn. Bronn takes the glass from him and drinks it. He is surprised in how good it is and drinks more of it.
“Look at the bright side of all of this. Aside from the wounded, nobody got hurt.” The Desert Fox says.
We all look at him like he is a mad man in what he said. Bronn even looks at him like he was insane and says in response, “People got hurt.”
“I am saying that they all died quickly so I don’t think nobody got hurt.”
“I like you fucking Foxes. What do I need to do to join?” Bronn responds in laughter as they drink together. The Foxes surround him like he is already one of them and they walk out of the tent.
Theon and Sansa leaves and I can tell that she is still not able to talk yet. I watch Gendry help Arya walk out of here with Benjen carrying Bran out behind them. All that is left is The Winter Fox, Darrio, Daenerys and I. The Winter Fox clears her throat and adds more wood to the fire then grabs Daario by the arm.
“Let’s go, Daario. They need to discuss something that is not our business.”
“I need to speak with Khalessi now.”
“This does not concern us. You can speak to her afterwards. Move it.” The Winter Fox says then forces Daario out of the tent. The Winter Fox turns around in a playful way to look at us. “You will not be disturbed.”
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