"We can do this the hard way or my way."

You look Mance Rayder in the eye, the flames of the bonfire reflecting in your gaze. His people watch the exchange with bated breath, the tension as thick as the winter fur coats they wear. "Your freedom will be as a vassal to Queen Daenerys. You'll keep your title, your lands, and your people. All we ask for is your loyalty and your warriors to fight for a better world."

Mance's gaze never wavers, but you can see the wheels turning in his head. His hand tightens on the handle of his spear, the intricate carvings digging into his calloused skin. "Fine. I will bend the knee," he says finally, his voice ringing out clear and strong. The wildlings let out a collective murmur of surprise, their eyes darting between you, Dany, and their king.

"Good. Let get your people behind the wall." You get on the dragon and fly over to the little opening where Jon Snow's men are waiting. You land with grace, the dragon's powerful wings stirring up a storm of snow. The dragon's fiery breath warms the air around you as you dismount, and you can't help but feel like a god descending from the heavens.

"Damn that was quick. You killed Mance."

"No. They're coming and I'm sorry for this." You say as you add. "dracarys." The dragon's mouth opens and a burst of flame shoots out, engulfing the opening in the wall where Jon's men are standing, sealing it off from any potential escape. The men scream as they burn alive, their flesh sizzling and the smell of char filling the air. You watch with cold satisfaction as the dragon does your bidding, the fire reflecting off the ice-covered stones.

You walk into the warm hole with the unsullied, Dothraki, and your new **** the wildings. You order the men forward to capture the remaining night watch men. The screams of the burning men still echoed in the air. You knew this was a bold move, but it was necessary to keep your power and control over the situation. The wildlings followed, their eyes wide with shock and fear at the power you've just displayed.

As the night's watch men are rounded up, you feel a sense of victory. Your alliance with Mance is more than just words now; it's a reality. You look over at Jon Snow, his face unreadable as he watches the carnage unfold. "Your queen has made a powerful alliance," you tell him, a smug smile playing on your lips. "The Iron Throne will soon be hers. Take Jon and his men to the cells. Bring me Ygritte."

You go settle yourself in the lord Commander's room as Jon Snow former lover is brought to you while Dany standby obediently. The fiery redhead's eyes are filled with anger and defiance as she's shoved into the chamber, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. You can't help but admire her spirit; it's a quality that would serve you well in your conquest of the Seven Kingdoms.

You use a knife to cut her free. "I'm sorry they capture you, but you will have your freedom in my new Kingdom. I could always use a woman with a hand like yours." you say, hinting at her archery skills.

Ygritte's eyes narrow as she tries to understand the situation, looking at Dany, then back to you. "You control the dragon queen?" she asks, her voice filled with disbelief.

"You are very astute, Ygritte," you reply, stroking the hilt of your sword. "You can have Jon Snow as pet if that pleases you. But you will be mine, a jewel in my collection. Kneel before the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms." You extend your hand to help her kneel, watching her closely.

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