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Jon spoke to Tormund, now that he was on good terms with Reyanna, to tell him about the horses and men he could lend him to bring back the wildlings south of the Wall. "I'll need ships." Tormund added.
Jon paused, thinking about it for a moment. But, decided to give it to him anyway. "I'll talk to Stannis about lending you his fleet." Jon grumbled.
"You and Reyanna are coming with me. You're the Lord Commander is the Night's Watch. They need to hear it from you. They need to know the ships they are boarding won't be torched in the middle of the sea. You come with me or I don't go." Tormund lowered his voice, threateningly— suggesting that the other wildlings weren't exactly blindly trusting of the crows.
"...you need Reyanna to go for, what?" Jon asked. Reyanna wasn't present in their little meeting about the accommodations Jon was giving to the wildlings to seek refuge from the coming winter.
"If she comes, I know you won't risk any attacks." Tormund flashed a crooked smile at Jon.
* * *
Jon eventually agreed, then went on to inform the other men of the Night's Watch about his plan to save the other wildlings. Of course, there was a massive backlash from the conservative men who had been fighting wildlings for years. Many were not on board with Jon's plan at all.
* * *
While Jon was trying to convince his people that his plan was only created to help the helpless women and children north of the Wall, Reyanna was in his office reading a letter that had been sent to her from Essos. It was from Sofina. She was relieved she had finally gotten word from her sister, despite much delay.
My Dearest Sister,
Stefan and I reached Essos. We heard rumors of Daenerys Targaryen roaming near Meereen, so we instantly took to meet her there. To much surprise, she is now a great ruler of various men of various cities and tribes. She accepted us with open arms and we now take part of her innermost counsel. I care for her disobedient dragons and they listen to me as if I were their true mother.
Yes, dragons!
Although Daenerys has accomplished much here in Essos, she would not last a day in Westeros. She relies too heavily on her counsel and is blinded by her radical morals. She has no self-control nor control over her own children, the dragons.
Just as father told us many a time, Targaryens only function with Challinders around. I only realized this now as I have been caring and training her dragons. I feel as if they are my own. Also, I feel as if her entire kingdom is my own. As if I am the rightful queen.
Stefan has been cast under her spell and has married her. He is now King consort Stefan.
Such a hideous title for such a nobleman.
But, I swear to you sister, by the time Daenerys's army of Dothraki, Unsullied, Second Sons and her three Dragons reach Westeros— I shall be proclaimed their new queen. I will accomplish this by any means necessary.
Until next time, sweet sister. Sofina Challinder
"She's gone mad." Reyanna chuckled. A woman with such a strong army would never let her overthrow her. Sofina was sounding more insane than her father did when he'd go off on tangents claiming that the Challinders deserved the throne over the Targaryens.
Reyanna had been so consumed on reading the letter, that she hadn't realized Jon had entered the office. His meeting with the men of the Night's Watch didn't seem to go so well; although it was expected. "Who's gone mad?" Jon asked.
Reyanna jumped in her seat and looked up to see Jon's kind face before her. "You scared the shit out of me." Reyanna grasped her chest.
Jon chuckled at her. "It's from Sofina. The language she's using... it's so unusual of her." Reyanna folded up the letter and placed it on Jon's desk.
"Yesterday, with Slynt—" Jon began to explain him about why he beheaded one of his own men.
"No need to bring up past stresses. You have enough now." Reyanna brushed him off.
"But—" Jon tried to continue.
"You forget I've killed more men and beasts than you have, Jon. I understand the need for bloodshed." Reyanna cut him off, then began digging through his papers.
Jon grabbed a piece of Rey's hair and admired it. "Don't you have other duties as the Lord Commander?" Reyanna asked.
"How can I work when you're sitting here, so beautifully?" Jon smiled down at her.
Reyanna looked up at him, admiring his cute curls that framed his face so elegantly. "What are you, a little girl?" Reyanna playfully mocked his romantic words.
"It must be difficult for you, to suppress your need to attack me with kisses." Jon joked.
"Is that what you fantasize about? Me desiring you so deeply that it pains me." Reyanna snickered.
Jon leaned down and lifted her chin with his soft hand. "I don't have to fantasize the truth." He pressed his lips to hers, allowing himself to melt into her.
* * *
The next day, Stannis's army had finally left for Winterfell. And only a few hours later, Jon, Reyanna and a few others (along with Tormund) were all prepped to head north of the Wall to retrieve wildlings. Alliser was left in charge of Castle Black while Jon was gone. Reyanna mounted her horse and followed Jon away and out of Castle Black. A lingering sound of danger rang in Reyanna's ears, but she brushed the instinct off— assuming it was what she always felt when she was north of the Wall.
