A Speech

The thick silence continued to permeate the air as the crowd gathered around Jon Snow astride his own dragon. He could see wonder and awe in the eyes of most and outright shock in plenty as well. Even some of the Free Folk and Giants from the North Grove looked impressed, and he figured it probably was because actually watching him ride a willing Ice Dragon was something else entirely. But most of all, he saw hope. Hope in his leadership and in his ability to achieve victory for their cause.

At that moment, the new god remembered the wise words that Ser Davos said back in their war meeting at Castle Black about not even the bravest of men wanting to see their wives and children skinned for a lost cause.

"The alliance with the Giants probably went a long way to convince them we have a chance to defeat the Boltons," Jon thought. "But getting a dragon on our side is something else entirely. After all, that has historically proven to be a powerful omen on the battlefield."

And with that in mind, he decided it was time to fire up their morale in the ice-cold winds of the North.

"Strong fighters of Bear Island!" Jon shouted loudly before he could lose his nerve, "Proud warriors of the Free Folk! Mighty Giants of the Lands Beyond the Wall! And friends and allies all...our alliance makes this is a historic day."

He paused for a second, quickly gathering his thoughts while had their undivided attention. "And that's why I would like to ask you to take a moment to heed my words. It's true that our peoples have fought countless times throughout the centuries. And I won't ask you to forget your dead as I will never forget mine. But as most of you have realized by now, Winter is coming. And the Dead are coming with it."

"That is why, I am proud to see all of you standing side by side," He went on, as he clenched his fist. "Right now the Night's Watch and we are the only ones that realize the true threat that lies beyond the Wall. But that will change soon enough because when I look at you all, I see the men and woman that will end House Bolton's reign of terror over the North and earn their place in the history of song!"

Countless people started yelling aye at that and Jon waited a moment for the sounds to wind down. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"As many of you are aware, a mutiny at Castle Black resulted in my ****...but not in my final end," He added, fire in his gaze. "I won't pretend to be an expert on the ways of the gods but I believe my resurrection and the magical boons it has granted me are a sign that at least some of the gods are on our side. So, tell me, warriors of the long wide North, are you going to waste the divine opportunities we have been bestowed?"

"No!!!" Came the roars of the crowd.

"Are you going to join me and my new Ice Dragon in the war to retake Winterfell for House Stark and take down the bloody traitors that have flayed so many of our countrymen?!"

"Aye!!!"

"Are you going to fight for the sake of your loved ones and make sure they live to see the end of the Long Night?!"

"Yes!!!" Came the chants.

At that moment, Jon unsheathed his Valyrian Steel sword and raised Long Claw above his head.

"Then I vow to fight for you as well! And to repay the faith you have placed in House Stark and me to the best of my ability. Together, we will save our homelands!"

Everyone started cheering at that and their enthusiasm redoubled when, fittingly, the dragon gave her own roar of approval.

All around the beach, the many oaths and chants were mixed in a cacophony of praise. But as Jon's eyes found the radiant smile of his beloved sister he heard the one line that echoed above the others.

"Victory for the Starks!"