You prepare the trap for the incoming Stannis Baratheon army

You tell Mance and the wildlings about the approaching army of Stannis Baratheon, playing the role of the concerned savior. They listen intently, the gravity of the situation clear on their faces. "We must prepare," you declare, standing tall. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and we shall stand together to defeat this common foe."

Mance realize you held this information from him. "You knew about this and didn't tell me sooner?" he says, his voice a low growl.

"I wanted you to come to my side with my words not my knowledge. Because words are sharper than swords in the game of thrones." You reply, keeping your tone even. Mance's eyes narrow but he nods, understanding the game you're playing.

Soon your forces and dragons are ready, the wildlings standing alongside your Unsullied and Dothraki, an unorthodox but powerful coalition. The anticipation is palpable as you stand on the ramparts of Castle Black, the winds howling around you as you peer out over the frozen landscape. The wall is a stark reminder of the barrier between the known world and the horrors that lie beyond, but now it serves as a fortress to protect your growing kingdom.

Stannis forces arrives on horse back looking to run through the wildings forces, but only is met by your dragons. The beasts roar in the sky, their wings casting dark shadows over the battlefield as they dive down, breathing fire on the unsuspecting soldiers. The screams of men and horses fill the air, a symphony of terror and destruction.

The sellswords and Stannis loyal men retreats as they see your forces running towards them with a fiery determination. The dragons' fiery breath lights up the morning sky, turning it into a crimson hue as they decimate the first wave of Stannis's army. You watch from the ramparts, a sadistic smile playing on your lips as the chaos unfolds. The screams of men and horses pierce the air, mingling with the roars of the dragons. It's a battle of epic proportions, and you're the puppet master orchestrating it all.

You watch the battle unfold with a mix of excitement and strategy, your mind racing with the possibilities. The dragons are a fearsome sight, their flames turning men to ash and horses to terrified beasts that trample their own. The wildlings fight with the ferocity of a cornered animal, and the discipline of the Unsullied is a sharp contrast to their chaotic opponents. Stannis's forces are caught off guard, their well-trained lines breaking against the tide of fire and fury.

You watch Yrgitte and the **** you sent with her to apprehends Stannis, Davos, and the red woman. Yrgitte emerges from the chaos, blood-splattered but victorious, her fiery spirit unbroken. She tosses Stannis at your feet, a snarl on her lips. "We've captured them," she says, her voice thick with triumph.

You walk over to her giving her praise. "Good girl." You say with a smile. "Now, we can negotiate terms with Stannis." You look down at the defeated man, his eyes filled with rage and defeat.

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