Chapter 476 - A Wounded She-Wolf.

Chapter 476: Chapter 476 - A Wounded She-Wolf.

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Third Person POV

King’s Landing, 300 AC.

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The dragon advanced into the middle of the army before nightfall, while everyone made room for him to land in the center. Jon dismounted from Eragon, who stood seventy meters tall, along with Arya, while the men saluted the king and the main commanders approached to offer their respects.

"Your Majesty," they quickly said.

"Hello, everyone. We’ll continue marching into the night. We’ll keep advancing south and only talk once we set up camp. So get a horse for Arya and me," he requested, and it was quickly done.

Panis, his longtime horse, had to remain in Highgarden, and would eventually be brought here by the Kingsguard who were already coming to the capital, traveling on horseback from Highgarden.

Obviously, as the main members responsible for the king’s protection, they could not leave the king unprotected for too long, even after the conquest. There was nothing to be done about it now, but there were already enough Kingsguards there to protect the king and the princess.

And there was a special horse for Jon coming with the ships on this side of the continent. Jon had a group of warhorses and racehorses that he had personally bred in Arctic, making modifications to bring them to the same level as Panis. Although the latter was his favorite, he had more options whenever he needed them, and that was why a special horse had already been brought specifically for him.

Then he looked on with satisfaction when that black horse, which he had bred over the past few years, appeared, being led by a young Arctican soldier who seemed somewhat nervous before the king.

"Thank you, soldier." Jon thanked him and took a few steps toward the horse. "Looks like I’ll be riding you in this war, buddy," he said, touching its neck as the horse let out a sigh.

Ghost, Nymeria, and the other wolves were also coming with the Kingsguard, traveling to King’s Landing, where they would remain after the conquest, as he had said before.

In any case, Jon, still wearing his full Valyrian steel armor, rode forward alongside Arya, Thor, and Ducken, as well as the guards, while talking about the campaign in the West and also asking about matters there in the East. Although he had already heard and seen enough to know almost everything that had happened, he still wanted to learn the details from Duke himself, the commander of the army.

There were other banners in the army as well. Obviously, some Houses from the Crownlands had also placed their bets on Arctic and decided to follow them.

"Opportunists," Thor grumbled.

"That’s normal in a war, but we can deal with them, and it might be good as well." Jon spoke in a wise tone.

Obviously, they tried to approach, but the Kingsguard stopped them for the time being. Jon wanted to have a conversation with his leaders, not with southern lords, no matter how skilled they were at flattering him, shouting things like "the prince’s son," "the Conqueror," or "the Dragon King."

Ah, that last one had left them quite ecstatic after learning that he had appeared with a giant dragon in the middle of the day, making them even more certain that they had chosen the right side.

If Arctic had eighty thousand men and a dragon, even one hundred and fifty thousand enemies could be faced now.

Jon also asked about logistics and numbers, received reports, all while riding. The real conversation would take place during the night, but he already wanted to be up to date on the information his animals could not see.

"King’s Landing is quite agitated at the moment," he said at one point, watching the horizon, with King’s Landing still far out of sight, while he saw commoners, whether curious farmers or even men from some Houses, watching them from afar before running away horrified by the size of the army.

Eragon had also gone to hide somewhere. He could not simply keep wandering around while the army of eighty thousand men, which even for the Arcticans could not move very quickly, marched much more slowly than he would have liked. So, the dragon went to sleep somewhere in the Kingswood while Jon and the others marched.

In any case, the day went by. Jon continued watching King’s Landing and saw the intrigues begin through his eyes, but above all, he had been keeping an eye on something throughout the entire day.

He was paying attention to Sansa.

She had been removed by Littlefinger from the Lannisters’ clutches, which, in a way, might even be good. After all, knowing Cersei or even that madman of a son of hers, they might kill her in retaliation. And that had indeed proven correct, since Cersei had tried to find her that very night for that purpose, but had failed, because Sansa was already out at sea.

Jon already knew about Littlefinger’s plan. His eyes in the Vale had seen him discussing with other men about going to King’s Landing in secret, with animals always following him. That was why Jon had given a clear order not to intercept Littlefinger’s ship, not even allowing a single ship to appear before him, while already knowing that they were avoiding the islands where the Arcticans were.

They had removed all ships from circulation at the moment the ship that had left the Vale was passing through, able to observe it through his animals from far beyond what their own eyes could see.

And Jon would only allow them to attack once Littlefinger was returning. He would get Sansa handed to him on a silver platter, without needing to invade the city or even negotiate.

He himself had already left a few things aboard that docked ship, placing a group of rats and even an owl with powerful talons, to finish the job he had failed to accomplish long ago, when he had tried to kill Baelish for the first time and had only left a mark on his face, years ago. This time, he would finish the job.

If the man tried to use Sansa as a means of negotiation, he would suffer a terrible death. Otherwise, he would surrender and come to Jon, where he would be swiftly executed before everyone.

The man would die, since that man had also been involved in Lord Stark’s death and in many schemes over the years. He had even been the one who hired the Faceless Man to kill Robb Stark, intending, at the time, to weaken an alliance between Arctic and the North, because he knew Catelyn would be screaming and believing that Jon had truly hired the assassin in retaliation for what Robb had done over the past few years.

He knew how Catelyn would act and knew how to exploit that opening. In the end, he did not even need an assassin. The North had already destroyed its bond with Arctic the moment Robb became king, and, for Baelish, Tywin Lannister, and everyone else, it had been a relief at the time. They did not want to deal with a possible alliance between the North and Arctic as Ned had wanted, but, without him, the alliance evaporated.

Greed gleamed in the eyes of many lords.

In any case, that was all in the past. At present, Jon had his men setting up camp while they gathered in a tent to talk, quickly exchanging more detailed and important information than they could during a conversation while riding.

He also explained the plan he had with the others as they discussed it.

"They won’t think they can hide behind the walls, and if they do, well, we have options... In the North, the bombs were tested at Winterfell, and they brought down the entire Bolton force in the castle without us having to lose a single man."

"We have enough to make all of King’s Landing fall unconscious. It will be the most ridiculous defeat King’s Landing has ever suffered, but if they hide behind the walls, we’ll do exactly that. But from what I can see, it won’t happen. They still believe in their numerical strength. They haven’t given their men any details about the defeats in the West and the Reach," Jon explained.

"And if they attack, we’ll crush them in the open field," Ducken said, crossing his arms near them.

"Will the king use his dragon?", Thor asked.

Jon smiled. "Yes. It’s time to show our strength as well. I don’t want Arcticans who could return home being prevented from doing so because of my negligence," he said.

Facing them in the open field with the dragon would be perfect for creating another sea of fire. That would allow many men to return home.

The meeting continued for a while, until Jon returned to his tent. Arya followed him. Not a single day had passed when they did not share a bed since the first time. Even that had become public knowledge in the Tyrell castle.

After all, knowing that the princess had spent the night in the king’s room signaled the obvious to anyone. Even the Arcticans who had seen Arya sleep in the king’s tent more than once already thought they had been in a relationship long before it actually happened. Simply because Arya had spent a few nights with him due to the situation with her mother, or even others to calm his fury in the Westerlands.

"What are you thinking about?", Arya asked when she saw him concentrating.

"I’m watching your sister right now," Jon said, immediately making Arya stiffen.

"Is she all right?" Arya already knew about the plan. Jon would not hide that from her and, even though Sansa had caused trouble for House Stark because of her escape, Arya still considered her a sister and did not want to see her suffer. She had already been furious when she learned what had happened.

Their relationship had not been very good the last time they saw each other either. Sansa had been jealous and angry with Arya for being their father’s favorite, angry because she had made their father cancel the betrothal to Joffrey, and angry because she had attacked the queen back when she had been in Winterfell.

"The Arcticans are arriving now," Jon said, staring at nothing but concentrating, while his mind was looking through other eyes.

On that ship, the men began shouting as the Arctican ships approached their vessel, coming from behind and ahead to prevent any attempt to escape.

Then, as Baelish entered the room with a look full of concern for Sansa, something happened. Serume, the kraken, who had already destroyed several ships farther south, as though that were practically his role in this war, appeared beneath the vessel while his shadow covered everything, without any of the men noticing, still frightened by the thought of the Arcticans approaching.

He quickly stretched his enormous tentacles over the ship, seizing it as men shouted in fear and fell onto their backsides on the deck, watching enormous tentacles thicker than men begin to surround the entire vessel before bringing it to an immediate stop.

Sansa and Petyr stumbled to the side when the ship made that sudden stop. The two stared in horror as one of the windows was filled with tentacles.

"That is..." Neither of them could believe what they were seeing.

The men outside also began shouting the word "kraken."

"We have to go, Sansa." Petyr Baelish immediately approached her. He needed Sansa, needed to keep her with him even if it meant holding a blade to the girl’s throat. How he regretted coming south at that moment.

He had been in the Vale with the task of winning over Lady Arryn and, if everything went well, he would have the Vale under his command. Having Sansa would be a good move both against the Arcticans and for his own plans, which was why he had come south. Perhaps the false sense of security they had given him by not attacking with animals or other things since the beginning of the war had left Baelish confident that he truly could sail through these waters.

He had been a fool...

Sansa was frightened when Baelish grabbed her wrist. "Come on. Let’s go somewhere else," he urged.

"Stop, you’re hurting me," Sansa murmured, but Baelish did not care, gripping her as they went out into the corridor and dragging her by force.

And it was at that moment that a sharp sound came from above. Everyone looked up when they saw an owl appear with its talons extended forward. Baelish merely widened his eyes when it attacked him, slashing him as he screamed in pain.

"Ah!", he shouted.

Sansa screamed as well, but, now with her wrist free, ran back into the room, closing the door, while she could hear Baelish’s screams.

"Get this bird off me!", he shouted, but no one seemed to hear him. The men outside were more concerned with a kraken embracing the ship as if it were about to crush it and with more Arcticans approaching.

Sansa remained there, frightened, inside the room, shutting herself away even from Baelish, who fled somewhere on the ship screaming while the bird followed him, driving him away from Sansa’s door.

Sansa stayed there, not knowing for how long, only realizing what was happening when men began shouting above. A commotion seemed to break out, new voices appeared and the ship began to grow increasingly heavy. She knew that a group of people had already boarded it. She merely looked at the door in fear, until it opened and an Arctican Kingsguard appeared.

"You are Sansa Stark, correct?", the man asked, wearing extremely well-crafted armor. Sansa could even say that the man had stepped straight out of one of those tales Mordane used to tell.

And she might even have appreciated that if not for everything that had happened in her life since leaving Winterfell. She looked at him with fear, thinking he might be yet another threat, even though he resembled those two Kingsguards of Arya’s who were always following her in Winterfell and also bore that symbol.

The girl had not answered his question, so he approached, offering her a coat he had brought.

"Take this. The king and your sister, the princess, are waiting for you safely, Lady Sansa. I am here in the king’s name. He arranged all of this to rescue you, just as your brothers in the North are waiting for you."

That made Sansa’s eyes widen, looking at him with a certain hope she had lost after years of torture.

"My brothers? They’re alive?", she asked.

"The three boys in the North are," he said, leaving Sansa confused by the number.

Three?

Robb was dead. He had died in the black cells. It had happened more than 1 week ago. He had not been able to endure it and had been left there to rot while Joffrey openly mocked it. She had been crying a great deal ever since, after they had their last conversation.

Robb had said a few things to her before dying. He had been weak after months with a wound that no one could heal and living under those conditions in the black cell. All of that had only helped increase his suffering.

Her brother, who had been crowned king, had died in such a miserable way.

"You still don’t know, Lady Sansa? Your father’s second wife gave birth to a boy as well, a year ago. Ned Stark. And your brother Bran Stark is in the North. He entered the North alongside the Arctican army, defeating the Boltons a few weeks ago and now Winterfell belongs to House Stark again, with your brother leading it. The entire North has also rallied to them. No one wanted to support the Boltons at the time, when the entire North saw our army. They supported the Starks."

"Rickon and Ned remain in Arctic with Lady Cassandra, well protected. You are also a Stark and will have Arctic’s protection. So, I ask you to come with me. No one is going to hurt you, and the king and your sister should have already reached the army according to my superior’s estimate. They’re waiting for you," the man said in a calm tone.

Sansa stared at him for a few seconds, but automatically gave him her hand. The man helped her to her feet and placed the coat over her shoulders, asking her to follow him.

She followed him. Outside, all the men had been disarmed. She saw Petyr Baelish bleeding as he was dragged by a dwarf.

"Look, look at the rat I found hiding in the pantry!", the dwarf said, laughing as he dragged him along. Petyr was crying and trembling with fear, his face bleeding.

"Calm down, you’re not going to die now. Let us take you to the king first." The dwarf said.

The words were brief, and they began crossing a plank to another ship. Sansa was taken to a rather luxurious room, far more luxurious than the one she had been in before, with books and all kinds of things, even mirrors and a dressing table with some products she did not recognize. The bed was quite spacious.

Sansa simply lay down. She knew there was a man guarding the door, despite him saying that he was only there in case she needed him. Even so, she could not help but think that she was also a captive. Given her experience in King’s Landing, she did not know those men. All she knew was that they were with her brothers, but what else could she believe?

Baelish had been thrown into a prison. The other men from the ship were left behind and soon the ships began to leave it alone at sea. Even the kraken returned beneath the water. Sansa did not get to see it, apart from one of its tentacles as it returned to the depths. The kraken had already left the area because it no longer needed to hold the ship.

In any case, by dawn they were already on the coast. A group of around fifty men was waiting for them, and a wagon had also been prepared. They quickly moved forward with Sansa traveling in it.

It was after around four hours of traveling, already close to midday, that she finally spotted the army through the window.

When she stepped out, the first thing she saw was her sister staring at her. That man had not lied when he said that she might already be there waiting for Sansa.

"Arya," she said immediately, looking down.

The scar from the cut Cersei had made on her face to make her ugly made her feel ashamed. She expected some mockery from Arya, remembering that Sansa had abandoned their father, but instead, Arya simply approached and hugged her.

"You fool," Arya said angrily, holding her tightly.

She was not as tall as Sansa, but she had grown a lot. She was no longer that little girl. She was almost one meter seventy tall and wore armor like a legendary knight. Sansa wanted to laugh, but that was not the moment.

Arya gently let go of Sansa as she gave a small smile. "You’re safe now, sister. Don’t worry, no one here is going to hurt you."

Her eyes soon turned to the man nearby, his eyes were the same eyes she had seen a long time ago, when he was only 11 namedays old and she was 8... Those eyes seemed much stronger, wearing different armor and clearly standing out more than anyone else in that group.

"Jon..." Her voice echoed almost like a whisper.

"Hello, Sansa. It’s been some time," he said in a calmer tone than Sansa had expected. Although there was not much to say, Arya had already shown that Jon would not hurt her.

"You’ll be under my protection, Sansa. Welcome back," he said, while she nodded, unable to stop herself from crying.

"Thank you," she said, even though she was still ashamed of everything that had happened.

Although there were many other things that could be said, there could still be even more guilt and anger over everything that had been happening, but Jon would leave the sisters alone.

"Use the wagon to travel. I’m sure there are many things you two need to talk about," Jon said to Arya, who nodded.

"What shall we do with the prisoner, my king?", they asked after leaving the sisters to enter the wagon and talk.

Especially since Sansa certainly did not want to show herself with that injury, but Jon could already hear Arya beginning to shout inside that wagon.

Jon looked at the man who had asked about Baelish. "Keep him alive until tonight. We’ll deal with him," Jon said.

They were already only about one full day away from meeting the army before King’s Landing, already able to see it in the distance.

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