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"As soon as we heard about the Wall, I call all our banners to retreat to Winterfell. Lord Umber," Sansa called out for one of the Lords of one of the various families in the North at the meeting they were having upon the arrival of Jon and Reyanna, "when can we expect your people to arrive?"
Lord Umber stood up. "We need more horses and wagons, if it please my lady... and my King and Queen." Lord Umber nodded over at Reyanna and Jon.
"You'll have as many as we can spare. Hurry back to Last Hearth and bring your people here." Sansa instructed. She had all the insight on the upcoming war, so she led the organization of the fight.
"We need to send ravens to the Night's Watch as well. There's no sense in manning the castles anymore. We make our stand here." Jon spoke up.
"At once your grace." Winterfell's maester answered and hurried off to do so.
"If anyone survives the war to come, we'll have Jon Snow to thank. He risked his life to show us the threat is real. Thanks to his courage, we have brought with us the greatest army the world has ever seen. We have brought two full grown dragons. And soon, the Lannister army will ride north to join our cause." Tyrion announced, he had been sitting amongst the crowd with Sofina, so short you could barely see him; his intentions were to be grateful to Jon, but it only upset the crowd.
People grumbled and cursed until Reyanna had enough. She stood up and slammed her hand down on the table she, Jon and Sansa were sitting at. "We fought long and hard to have Cersei join our side. This war is not a war against our enemies to the south. This war is a war between the living and dead. And as much as we'd all like to say Cersei is so cold hearted she might as well be dead, she and her army are just as living as we are. We will take care of our kingdoms within due time, after the threat to the north is dealt with." Reyanna growled, gushing the crowd instantaneously.
"Any grievances or inquires? Please speak to Jon or myself directly. We will tear ourselves apart if we focus on petty differences." Reyanna finished.
Lady Mormont, a young child who had rallied the North to support Jon Snow as the king of the North, stood up. "Please explain to me as to how you are second Queen of Meereen and Lady Sofina's army?" Lady Mormont asked in an aggressive manner.
"Think of me as her heir. She has no children and no other family except for me. If anything is to happen to her, I inherit her crown. A crown she gained upon merit, not idiotic bloodlines and marriages. In addition, I couldn't be called princess of her empire since I am not her child— so she simply gave me a new title, second queen. It's really simple." Reyanna answered to Lady Mormont.
"So, you and Jon still rule the North? And you rule her army?" Lady Mormont asked for clarification.
