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Wait for me, I'm coming
Wait, I'm coming with you
Wait for me, I'm coming too
I hear the walls repeating
The falling of my feet and
It sounds like drumming
And I am not alone
I hear the rocks and stone
Echoing my song
Wait For Me," Hadestown
Daenerys Targaryen sighed as she woke up in her cold chambers in Winterfell, thinking about how much it reminded her of the chilly reception she received when she first arrived in the North.
Jon had warned her that the Northerners were stubborn and xenophobic, but she had no idea that they were this bad.
She sighed as Missandei opened the door, greeted her and began to braid her hair into the intricate knots that she always wore.
‘I am the blood of the dragon, and I will win these Northerners over. I have a plan.’ Dany thought, studying her reflection in the mirror as she got dressed in a long red tunic with a black coat that had the sigil of House Targaryen embroidered on the back.
“Missandei, please ask the Ladies Sansa and Arya Stark if they would take the time out to have a private discussion today. I have a plan I wish to speak to them about—tell them it concerns the battle of Winterfell.”
“Yes, my Queen.” Missandei curtsied and exited the room. She returned a bit later with the news that Sansa and Arya would be able to speak with her in an hour in Sansa’s chamber.
Daenerys took a deep breath once she heard the news and sat down to discuss with Missandei how best to pitch her idea to the wary she-wolves of Winterfell.