to agree to this alliance

His cold black eyes looks at the dragon queen, then at you, and back at the dragon queen again. The weight of his decision is palpable. You can almost taste it in the air. He knows that he can't refuse your offer outright, not with the wildlings knocking at their door, threatening to wipe out the very existence of the Night's Watch. "Very well," he finally says, his voice tight. "We will discuss your...proposal."

You nod, a smug smile playing on your lips. You knew he would see reason. You follow him into the castle, the warmth of the fire a stark contrast to the cold outside. The place is a buzz with activity, men preparing for battle, supplies being moved, and whispers of the dragon queen's arrival.

As you sit in the council room, you watch the men of the Night's Watch look at you and Dany with a mix of fear and curiosity. They know you hold the power to either save or destroy them. The tension in the air is thick, but it's a thrilling kind of tension that makes you feel alive.

Dany sits regally beside you, her mind still under your control. You've dressed her in a way that both showcases her beauty and marks her as your property, a silent declaration of the power dynamics at play. The pink dress hugs her body, revealing more than it covers, and the jewel collar around her neck is a constant reminder of her submission.

"Jon let me take my queen forces and ruin Mance He will not see us coming. You can use the night watch 100 men to deal with Ygritte and those men hitting from the south to capture them. Think of the power we will have if we control the wildlings." You lay out the terms of your proposed alliance, watching the emotions play out across Jon's face. The mention of Ygritte seems to hit a nerve, but you're not surprised. After all, who wouldn't want such a fiery redhead in their harem?

Jon Snow's jaw clenches, and you can see the internal struggle. His loyalty to the Night's Watch wars with the practicality of your offer. "What do you want in return?" he asks, his voice gruff.

You lean back in your chair, a picture of relaxed confidence. "Only what is rightfully yours," you reply. "The protection of the realm, and the acknowledgment of Queen Daenerys' rightful claim to the Iron Throne."

Daenerys' eyes flick to you, and you can see the flicker of doubt in her gaze. But the collar around her neck is a constant reminder of who's in charge now. She nods, her voice steady. "I wish to see an end to the suffering of the people," she says, the words echoing in the room as if on cue. "My dragons and I will help you in your fight against the wildlings."

The room goes quiet, the tension palpable. The brothers of the Night's Watch exchange glances, some hopeful, others wary. Jon Snow's eyes never leave yours, searching for the truth behind your words. You know he suspects something, but he can't quite put his finger on it.

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