Chapter 214: Plans and Preparation

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Plans and Preparation

Jacob woke up the next morning and found Sansa still sleeping peacefully, a content smile on her face. He kissed her forehead gently, careful not to wake her, and quietly left the room.

He made his way to the dining room, where his other wives were already gathered.

Melissa looked up from her plate and smiled. "Good morning, Jay."

Jacob kissed her, then Allison, then Lydia, then Malia. He sat down at the table.

Melissa set down her fork, her expression turning thoughtful. "I’ll go with you today to Sansa’s world. I want to start treating the sick among the Free Folk." She paused. "And I’ll take Shireen with me. She wants to learn how to become a healer. I’ll teach her."

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Teach her? You have healing and purification abilities and Herbal Mastery—which gives you innate knowledge of every plant’s medicinal and magical properties and lets you brew potions and antidotes. She can’t learn that."

Melissa said, "I know I can’t teach her the supernatural parts. But I can teach her how to heal simple wounds. How to treat common illnesses like colds and fevers. And while I can’t teach her to brew potions since she doesn’t have my powers, I can teach her about herbs—how to identify them, how to harvest them properly, and how to combine them to make non-magical medicines and antidotes."

Jacob said, "I see." He took a bite from his food and looked around. "Where is Cogman? I haven’t seen him this morning."

Lydia said, "He made breakfast and left before you arrived."

After breakfast, Jacob decided to check on Cogman.

He teleported to Cogman’s workshop—a large, cluttered room filled with half-built machines, glowing screens, and scattered tools. Cogman was hunched over a workbench, muttering to himself, surrounded by the skeletal frames of satellites.

"Still not finished?" Jacob asked.

Cogman spun around, his eyes glowing faintly with irritation. "No, sir. I am not finished. Some of the materials I ordered have not arrived yet."

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "What’s wrong with you? You seem angry."

Cogman’s voice pitched higher. "Why was I not informed about the battle at Hardhome? I only heard about it from stupid Stiles this morning."

Jacob scratched the back of his head. "Ah. Yeah. I thought you were busy with the satellites, so I didn’t tell you."

Cogman’s eye twitched. "You thought I was busy, sir? That’s why you didn’t bring me to kill White Walkers? Killing is my favorite thing to do, sir. How could you not take me? I heard from Stiles they are made of ice. I want to torture them and test their pain tolerance. You are cruel, sir. How could you not take me?"

Jacob waved a hand dismissively. "Don’t worry. We’ll fight them again, and you can have all the fun you want with them." He paused. "And we’re going to take over the North soon and kill the Boltons. I won’t forget to take you this time."

Cogman’s expression shifted from irritation to eager anticipation. "Promise, sir?"

Jacob nodded. "Promise. Besides, you can just finish the satellites quickly, and then you won’t miss a fight again."

Cogman smiled—a chilling, hungry smile. "Alright."

Jacob looked around and asked, "By the way, how many satellites are you going to make, and how much time will that take?"

Cogman said, "Twenty satellites is what we need to cover the entire world of Lady Sansa, sir. Each one will function as a communications hub, data router, and signal amplifier, capable of covering a radius roughly the size of the Seven Kingdoms individually."

He gestured to a holographic display showing the satellites in orbit, their coverage areas overlapping. "Networked together, they will provide seamless voice and video transmission, text messaging, and fast internet—significantly faster than what human technology can currently provide. Each satellite will have powerful inter-satellite laser links to communicate with one another, creating a mesh network in space so signals never drop. They’ll also be capable of direct-to-cell communication, meaning your phones on the ground can connect directly to them without needing massive towers or dishes."

Jacob blinked. "That’s... impressive."

Cogman added, "I can build them all in a month. No rockets needed. I’ll use Arc Reactor technology for propulsion and power."

Jacob’s face fell. "Wait, hold on a second—aren’t you going to use rockets to send them into space?"

"No." Cogman’s voice was flat. "Each satellite will lift itself into orbit using continuous, controlled thrust. No massive fuel tanks. No fiery explosions. No dramatic countdowns."

Jacob’s expression shifted to one of genuine disappointment. "What? But I wanted to launch rockets into the sky."

Cogman stared at him. "There will be no rockets, sir." He paused, then smirked. "Hurts, doesn’t it? Well, that’s how I felt when I heard you killed the White Walkers without me."

Jacob crossed his arms. "Can you at least build one rocket?"

"No. I didn’t order the materials. It would delay me further—and you might start another war without me while I’m busy." Cogman began pushing Jacob toward the door. "Now, with all due respect, sir—get lost. I have work to do."

Jacob shuffled out, grumbling under his breath about not being able to launch rockets into the sky.

The door slammed behind him.

---

After leaving Cogman’s workshop, Jacob went to visit Saphira.

He found her coiled on her favorite cliff, basking in the warm Serendell sun, with the little wyverns playing around her, their wings still clumsy as they chased each other through the air. She lifted her head when he approached.

[Good morning, Jay,] she said telepathically.

Jacob kissed her snout and sat beside her, leaning against her head. "Morning, Saphira. How are you?"

[I am well. The little wyverns can fly now, and they are growing quickly.]

Jacob looked at the wyverns flying nearby. They were now the size of large dogs. He smiled. "Good. I want to see them as big as Kisarax soon."

[It will take them a few years to reach her size,] Saphira said. [Now, tell me—did anything happen yesterday? I felt Kisarax disappear from Serendell for a few minutes before she came back.]

Jacob stayed with her, running his hand along her warm scales as he recounted the battle at Hardhome. He told her about the Night King and his army, about the Free Folk, and about his fight with the Jubokko demon. Saphira listened, offering occasional comments in her warm, British-accented mental voice.

Jacob stayed with her for a while longer, talking to her and playing with the little wyverns. After an hour, he said, "See you later," and teleported to his training grounds.

---

For the next few hours, Jacob trained.

He practiced his Conqueror’s Haki, refining his control. He practiced his elemental abilities, pushing his limits, finding new ways to combine and control them.

He sparred with rock golems he created from the earth, pouring half his energy into making them strong enough to challenge him.

By the time he finished, he was sweating and satisfied.

He teleported back to the palace, showered, and joined his wives for lunch.

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After Lunch

Jacob, Sansa, Chris, Allison, Melissa, Stiles, Shireen, and Victoria gathered in front of the palace.

Jacob looked at Malia. "Aren’t you coming with us?"

Malia stretched lazily on a lounge chair. "There’s no fight today, right?"

Jacob shook his head. "Not today."

Malia said, "Then I’m staying home with Kitty. I want to play some video games."

Kitty, curled in Malia’s lap, nodded in agreement.

Lydia, sitting with Erica near Malia on lounge chairs, said, "I’ll stay too. Erica and I are helping with Kai and Mika’s wedding preparations."

Jacob nodded. "Alright. I’ll see you girls when I come back."

He opened a portal, and they stepped through into the Game of Thrones world.

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Game of Thrones World — Morning

They appeared in front of Castle Black. The air was cold, but the sun was shining—one of those rare clear days that made even the frozen North seem beautiful.

Jacob found Karsi. She was organizing a group of Free Folk near the longhouses.

Jacob introduced Melissa. "Karsi, this is my wife Melissa. She’s a healer. She wants to treat the sick among the Free Folk."

Karsi looked at Melissa with respect. "We have many sick, Your Grace. The cold, the hunger, and old wounds from the battles." She paused. "We will be grateful for any help."

Melissa smiled warmly. "I’ll do what I can."

Karsi led Melissa and Shireen toward the longhouses.

Melissa looked at Shireen as they walked. "I will teach you how to identify common illnesses today. Then I’ll teach you what herbs to use and how to combine them to create medicine to cure those illnesses."

Shireen’s eyes sparkled with determination. "I’ll work hard, Lady Melissa."

Melissa patted her head. "I know you will, sweetheart."

She looked at Karsi and said, "I will build a small hospital with my abilities. I want you to organize things for me by bringing first the people who need immediate medical attention—meaning the people who are bedridden and can’t move and people who are severely injured."

Karsi nodded. "I will take care of it, Your Grace."

When they reached the center of the longhouses, Melissa scattered a few pine seeds from her ring onto an empty patch of ground and raised both hands, using her earth and wood elements. The ground trembled as wood and stone rose from the earth, shaping themselves into a simple but sturdy building—a hospital with a large room, an office, chairs, and two beds: one for humans and one for giants.

The Free Folk watching gasped and murmured among themselves.

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In Front of Castle Black

Arya and her siblings approached Jacob, followed by Tormund, Samwell, Edd, Benjen, Davos, Brienne, and Podrick.

Jacob looked at Arya. "Did the brothers of the Night’s Watch cause any trouble?"

Arya’s smirk was cold. "Some of them called Jon a traitor for letting the Free Folk south of the Wall." She cracked her knuckles. "I beat the shit out of them and warned them to behave, or I’d kill them."

Jacob smiled approvingly. "Good job."

Jon stepped forward and looked at Jacob. His expression was serious, almost nervous.

"Jacob," he said, "I want to apologize. For grabbing your arm. For questioning your decision in front of everyone. It was disrespectful, and I shouldn’t have done it."

Jacob waved a hand dismissively. "Don’t worry about it. I don’t care."

Jon blinked. "You... don’t care?"

Jacob shrugged. "I really don’t. You can question me all you want. We already have one like you in the family." He smirked. "But if you grab my arm like that again, I’ll break yours."

Jon stared at him for a moment, then let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. "Fair enough."

Jacob’s smile widened. "Besides, someone already apologized on your behalf yesterday, and it was a very sincere apolog..."

Sansa’s hand clamped over his mouth. "Sh-shut up!" she hissed, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Jacob gently removed her hand and pulled her into a deep kiss that left her flustered and breathless. She struggled briefly, then melted against him, forgetting her embarrassment.

When he released her, she stumbled backward, hiding behind Allison with her face buried in Allison’s back, not daring to look at anyone.

Jon stared at his sister hiding behind Allison, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

Nearby, Podrick leaned toward Samwell and Edd, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Guys, don’t stare at his grace’s wives. I’ve seen what he did to Littlefinger for disrespecting Queen Sansa. He crushed his balls and healed him only to crush them again and heal him again and repeated that a few times." He shuddered. "It was a terrible thing to watch."

Samwell and Edd exchanged glances and immediately averted their eyes.

---

Jacob used his earth element to create a simple stone building near Castle Black and invited everyone in.

Inside, he took a large table from his pocket dimension and placed it in the center. He pulled out chairs and gestured for everyone to sit.

He then took out the enchanted map of the Game of Thrones world and laid it on the table. The map was detailed beyond anything Westeros had ever seen—rivers, mountains, forests, castles, and towns all marked with precision.

"Alright," he said, "let’s talk about what’s next."

Everyone gathered around the table.

Jacob pointed to the area south of the Wall. "We need to settle the Free Folk somewhere. They can’t stay here forever. They need land—a place to build homes, a place to farm and hunt and raise their children."

Jon pointed to a location on the map. "What about this place, the Gift? The land south of the Wall that used to belong to the Night’s Watch?"

Jacob shook his head. "Too close to the Wall."

Sansa pointed to a large forested area on the map. "What do you think of the Wolfswood? Good for hunting, and the timber could be used for building."

Jacob shook his head. "No. We’re leaving the Wolfswood as it is. Anyone living there will be relocated. We’re turning it into a preserve."

Samwell furrowed his brow. "A preserve? What’s that?"

Chris explained. "A preserve is a protected natural area where no one is allowed to cut down trees, hunt, or build. The plants and animals are left to thrive without human interference. It’s like declaring the entire forest off-limits to axe and spear so future generations can still see it as it is today—wild and untouched."

Jacob nodded. "Exactly. No logging. No hunting. No settlements. Just the forest and everything in it, left alone."

Samwell nodded slowly. "I see. That’s a good idea."

Benjen leaned over the map, his eyes scanning the North. "I know a perfect place for the Free Folk to build their city," he said, tapping a finger on a large blue expanse. "A large lake roughly a hundred and fifty miles south of Last Hearth. The Long Lake."

Jacob looked at the map. The Long Lake was a massive body of water, surrounded by forests and hills. It was far enough south to avoid the worst of the winter but still firmly in the North.

Benjen continued, "The land around it is good. Plenty of game. Plenty of fish. Good soil for farming—if the ground ever thaws."

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "If?"

Benjen grimaced. "Aye. The ground stays frozen deep down, even in summer. Only the top few inches ever truly thaw before the cold creeps back. You won’t grow wheat or corn in soil like that."

Stiles leaned in, curious. "Then what can they grow there?"

Benjen shrugged. "Turnips, carrots, radishes—they handle the cold and grow quick. A bit of barley too. But the real value is the grazing. The lake keeps the grass and moss green through summer. Good land for sheep and cattle."

Chris studied the map. "And when winter comes?"

Benjen’s face hardened. "When winter hits, farming’s done. The lake freezes solid. But that’s when the place proves its worth. Folk come from miles around to cut through the ice and fish. Keeps them fed when the grain runs low. The Free Folk know how to live in a place like that."

Jacob nodded. "Farming isn’t a problem. We’ll build a commercial greenhouse facility—like Winterfell’s glass gardens, but much better. And we’ll build roads and vehicles so they can always get what they need from other cities."

He turned to Tormund, who had been stroking his red beard in silence. "What do you think, Tormund? Do you like the place? Or would the Free Folk rather live somewhere else—near the sea, perhaps?"

Tormund grunted, squinting at the map. "The sea? Nah. This lake... it’s good. We have forests nearby to hunt. Lake for fish. Land for the sheep." He glanced at Jacob. "This’ll do. The Free Folk will like it well enough."

Jacob nodded. "Alright. We still need to take over Winterfell and the whole North first before we start building the Free Folk’s city. There’s no hurry." He looked at Tormund. "Talk to the other elders first. See what they think."

Tormund said, "I will, Your Grace."

Sansa said, "I can go with Arya, Jon, Bran, and Rickon to visit the houses that were loyal to our family. We can try to talk to them and convince them to join us. Avoid bloodshed if we can."

Jacob looked at her. "Alright. But make sure you explain to them that they have only three choices."

He held up three fingers.

"First: they join my kingdom. They swear allegiance to me, follow my laws, and become my people. They keep their lands, and I’ll build small cities there. Each house will be responsible for managing their territory."

He raised a second finger.

"Second: they refuse. They go to war with me. And I will take over their houses by force. I will kill them if I have to."

He raised a third finger.

"Third: they leave. If they don’t want to accept me as their king, they cannot remain to oppose me. They’ll be allowed to leave the North with their families, unharmed. But if they stay and choose to stand against me, they’ll have no one to blame but themselves."

He paused, his eyes hardening.

"And make sure they understand that the Free Folk are my people now. I will not tolerate anyone questioning me about them. The Free Folk are part of my kingdom. They have the same rights as anyone else."

Sansa nodded. "Don’t worry. I will let them know what it means to join our kingdom—and what the consequences are for refusing."

Jacob smiled. "Good. After you come back, we’ll march on Winterfell and take it back from the Boltons."

Sansa kissed him. "We should leave right now."

Benjen stepped forward. "I’ll come with you."

Brienne nodded firmly. "I’m going as well."

Allison said, "Me too. And we’re not going on the Flying Carpet. We’re going on horses. I want to see this world."

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "You want to ride across the North?"

Allison smiled. "I want to see it. Feel it. Experience it." She looked at Victoria. "Care to join me, Mom?"

Victoria smiled. "Sure, sweetheart."

Jacob said, "Alright. But be careful. There are demons in this world—we’ve already met two of them."

Allison rolled her eyes. "We’ll be fine. If we meet a demon, I’ll call you immediately and not fight it. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," Jacob said dryly.

---

Outside the simple stone building, Jacob opened a portal to Serendell and brought out horses.

For Sansa and Allison, he brought Nightmare Horses.

For Victoria, Arya, Jon, Bran, Rickon, Meera, Benjen, Brienne, and Osha, he brought large horses from Serendell—strong, fast, and far bigger than any horse in Westeros.

Jacob handed the enchanted map of the Game of Thrones world to Sansa. "Just think of where you want to go, and it will guide you there."

Sansa took the map and studied it. A blue line appeared, showing the fastest route to Last Hearth.

Jacob kissed her. "Take your time. Let Allison enjoy the journey. We’re not in a hurry." He paused. "But come back to Serendell every night."

Sansa kissed him back. "Okay. I’ll see you tonight."

She mounted her Nightmare Horse.

Allison kissed Jacob as well. "Be good while I’m gone, and don’t go traveling alone looking for a new wife."

Jacob smirked. "I’m always good."

Allison snorted. "Sure you are."

She mounted her horse.

The group departed, heading south toward Last Hearth.

---

Jacob turned to Chris. "Alright, father-in-law. You should take care of our army."

Chris said, "I need to see how the Free Folk handle a real army first. I watched the Thenns fight yesterday, but that was against wights—not men."

Jacob replied, "Then you’ve already seen what they have to offer. They have no discipline, no formation, no structure. They’re warriors, not soldiers—fierce, courageous, but completely undisciplined."

Jacob continued, "We need to train them properly. Formation drills. Following orders. Standing in a shield wall when commanded, not charging wildly the moment they smell blood. They need to learn to fight as one unit, not as a thousand individuals trying to prove their own glory and die meaninglessly and take the men beside them down with them."

Chris looked at Tormund. "Really? That’s how you guys fight?"

Tormund’s face darkened. Then he let out a heavy sigh. "Aye. His Grace is right. I’ve seen it happen. A hundred strong and fierce Free Folk charging with axes—and getting cut down by twenty trained soldiers standing in a line."

Chris frowned. "That’s stupid and won’t work in the wars to come."

Tormund sighed. "It’s a bitter thing to admit. But we do fight wildly and charge stupidly. We need to change."

Jacob added, "Also, we need to integrate them with the two thousand soldiers who surrendered to us before the battle with Stannis and any soldier that may join us later."

Chris said, "The Free Folk also need proper weapons—steel, not bone or stone. Armor that fits. Uniforms so they don’t kill each other by mistake in the chaos of battle."

Jacob nodded. "We’ll talk with Ōishi later. He has a few blacksmiths among the people that came with him. They can forge weapons and make shields for us and teach more people to help them. I’ll ask Cogman to buy the materials they need from our world."

Chris asked, "What about the three thousand soldiers who surrendered after the battle with Stannis?"

Jacob’s expression was cold. "They’ll be used as cannon fodder. If they survive a few wars, they’ll be treated as our own."

Chris nodded slowly. "Alright. I’ll do my best to train the Free Folk."

Jacob said, "Good."

Chris turned to Stiles, Davos, and Tormund. "Stiles, Davos, Tormund—follow me. We have a lot of work to do."

Stiles groaned. "Work? I thought I was just here for the fun parts."

Chris smirked. "I’ll let you command the three thousand cannon fodder against the Free Folk in a mock training war."

Stiles’s face lit up. "Oh, that sounds fun."

They walked toward the army camps, leaving Jacob alone.

---

Jacob teleported to Melissa’s new hospital.

The building was a simple stone structure. A line of Free Folk waited outside, their expressions a mixture of hope and fear.

Jacob watched as Melissa treated a woman with a deep wound on her abdomen. She cut away the rotten flesh, cleaned the wound with alcohol, then placed her hands over it. A soft green light emanated from her palms, and the wound began to close, the skin knitting together seamlessly.

The woman stood up, her eyes wide with disbelief. She touched her stomach, then looked at Melissa with tears in her eyes. "Thank you... thank you, your grace."

Melissa just smiled and said to Shireen and Karsi, "Take her to her family outside and bring me the next patient."

Shireen and Karsi nodded and helped the woman to her family outside the hospital.

Jacob walked to Melissa.

"How’s it going?" he asked.

Melissa said, "Good. There are a lot of sick people. It will take me days to heal them all." She smiled. "But I’m happy. This is what I love to do."

Jacob kissed her. "As long as you’re happy. And don’t overdo it. Rest when you’re tired and go back home before dark."

Melissa nodded. "I will."

Jacob left and met Shireen outside. He rubbed her head affectionately. "Keep an eye on Melissa. Stop her if she’s exhausted."

Shireen’s expression was deadly serious. "I will, your grace."

Jacob said, "Give me your hand."

Shireen offered her hand, and Jacob pressed his palm against hers. A mark appeared briefly on her skin—a symbol of connection to Serendell.

"Now you can go to Serendell and leave it whenever you want," he said.

Shireen’s eyes went wide in surprise, then tears welled in her eyes. "T-thank you, Your Grace."

"You’re welcome," Jacob smiled. "And call me Jacob."

Then he disappeared.

Shireen stared at her hand where the mark had faded, a smile spreading across her face. Then she turned and hurried to help Karsi.

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Serendell — Afternoon

Jacob teleported back to Serendell and found Malia and Kitty playing video games in the gaming room.

Malia didn’t look away from the screen. "Are we fighting any war soon?"

Jacob sat beside her. "Not yet. We’re still planning."

Kitty said, "Boring."

Malia nodded. "Yeah. Boring."

Jacob grabbed a controller. "Start over. I want to play too."

The three of them played video games for hours, laughing and trash-talking each other.

---

A few hours later, Lydia came to the gaming room. She was wearing a beautiful green dress, her hair perfectly styled.

"Jay," she said, "take me on a date."

Jacob looked up from the game. "Right now?"

Lydia nodded. "Right now."

Jacob set down the controller. "Alright," he grinned. "And I loved what you helped Sansa wear yesterday, so I’m taking you shopping."

Lydia smiled. "Really? Then I’ll help you make Malia cosplay as a cute Disney princess. Snow White or Cinderella..."

Malia’s head snapped up. "Over my dead body. I will never wear those stupid dresses." She paused, then winked at Jacob. "But I don’t mind cosplaying as Cat Woman or Spider-Woman or something like that."

Jacob kissed her. "Then I’m looking forward to it." He stood up. "Let’s go, Lydia."

Lydia looked at him critically. "Change your clothes first. You can’t take me on a date looking like that."

Jacob teleported to his room and changed into something more appropriate—a fitted black shirt and dark jeans. When he returned, Lydia nodded approvingly.

"Much better."

They teleported to Beacon Hills. It was 2 PM, the sun high in the sky, and the streets bustling with activity.

They went shopping—Lydia dragging him from store to store, buying clothes, shoes, and accessories. Then they watched a movie—Pitch Perfect. Jacob didn’t like it at all but didn’t ruin it for Lydia. Instead, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he simply laid his head on her shoulder and took a nap.

Lydia smiled, running her fingers through his hair, and continued watching the movie.

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