Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 153: The End of An Era - Game of Thrones -

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[Jon Targaryen POV]

The door in the winter hall of Winterfell opened, and I turned to check and see if it was Ronard. "Ronar-" Instead, it was Oberyn, "Hey,"

Oberyn gave a chuckle at that. "Good to see you too, Johnny." Sighing at that, I deflated back into my chair.

With a low chuckle, I smiled. "Sorry. I just really need to talk to Ronard." I told Oberyn.

"Well, all do, Jon, but he has to prepare for this more than any of us," Oberyn sighed.

"I know," I sighed.

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[Daenerys POV]

It was a grim sight looking from the skies while mounting Qrow. On a beautiful day like today, nice and bright, it made it impossible to miss the approaching hordes of undead, little by little approaching, the explosion of the wall barely slowed them down, and the traps Ned had set, barely lowered their numbers, it was a terrifying sight to behold.

"Tell Ronard the undead forces are moving towards us" I ordered one of the ravens flying beside me.

Watching the enemy get closer made me feel a sense of uneasiness that I couldn't get rid of, Ronard had already lost once to the monster we were facing, and there was no guarantee it wouldn't happen again.

But I had to trust in him, on the King I was unequivocally in love with, my husband.

From afar, the undead giants and massive winter spiders were easily spotted thanks to the spyglass Ronard had given me to check on the enemy forces. But among them, one stood out the most, the frightening undead dragon.

Ronard was right; the one real threat besides the Night King was the massive dragon that dwarfed most of the army in front of it. Skeletal and falling apart, it looked to be more dead than the living, probably incapable of flying, but his size alone was more than enough to wipe armies off the face of the earth, and I couldn't help but watch in horror as it approached and challenged with his size the biggest buildings I had seen in my life.

It pained me to see the sigil of my house being used in such a humiliating manner; no dragon should be forced to obey.

Yet, for me, that wasn't the worst part. The horde of undead soldiers and undead animals weren't as terrifying as what was mounting the dragon, the children of the foresthundreds of them, each and every single one of them on the dragon's back.

Ronard didn't care much for them but they were responsible for making the monster we were facing, and for me they were possibly the most dangerous.

From above, the undead army, decaying creatures flew in the air, eagles, ravens, and any other animal I could possibly think of with the ability to fly.

Well, I had enough information for now.

"Let's fly back to Ronard," I ordered Qrow, who hissed lowly in approval.

A few hours later, I arrived back to where Ronard was; as I landed, I saw my husband, my King planning strategies he had barely slept during these last few days, planning thinking innovating ways to win this.

"Honey," Ronard greeted with a tired smile.

"My sun," I greeted back, with a smile of my own.

"What do you think?" Ronard asked me.

"Our attempts to dwarf his army barely had any effects," I relied with a heavy heart, "The wall and the explosion barely did anything to the army they keep advancing slowly maybe to show how futile is everything we do,"

"How many?" Ronard asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Several hundred thousand close to a million, at least. I've never seen an army so large before." I replied.

"Daenerys. I know you may not like what I'm about to say but but I cannot allow you to stay here if that's the case," Ronard stated.

"Allow me?" I asked back indignantly, I know he wants to protect me, but he isn't the only one with things on the line, "Do not forget my titles and position, Ronard. I am the Queen of Essos and Westeros, The Mother of Dragons, Co-Ruler of the known world, and the mother of your children. You do not 'allow me' to do anything not this time,"

"I know." Ronard said after a long moment of silence giving me a worried look. "But this time, I'm afraid this isn't about me being overprotective, or about our titles. This is about me being afraid of losing you and this war, among other things. If the tide becomes hopeless... Should I fall... my burden the task to save this world will be yours to bear until my children are old enough to fight back. Only you and my children can handle the burden, I am asking you to take." Placing his hands on my cheeks, he smiled with tears running down his eyes. "I love you. Remember that."

Before I could even articulate an answer to that, Ned Stark approached us, "Your highnesses,"

"Ned, any news?" Ronard asked.

"Every man and woman old enough to fight are ready," Ned nodded.

Ronard was about to reply something, but stopped throwing a torrent of blue fire, to a seemingly random direction.

You're alive. intriguing, A raven decayed a broken flew around, landing on a table close by.

"What do you want?" Ronard asked bitterly.

I came here to offer peace, the undead raven possessed by the night king said.

The words left my mouth in disbelief. "Peace!?" I said almost hissing the words out.

"What kind of stupid you think we are!" Ned growled, holding his Valyrian blade Ice ready to strike.

The undead raven laughed. As your wife has no doubt seen, I have you outnumbered. Rather drastically, I might add. Not only that, but my forces are drastically more powerful than yours, and just to add the cherry on top of the cake this winter zone is my territory, all your attempts to stop me have proved to be ineffective, so here is my offer give up your

The raven didn't manage to complete whatever he was about to offer for Ronard had burned him to a crisp with a wild torrent of blue fire.

"The thing I hate the most about that fucker is the bragging," Ronard growled.

"How did he manage to get here don't your ravens have an eye on anything in the skies?" Ned inquired with worry.

"He probably used one of my ravens he killed a few during a scouting mission," Ronard replied with a frown, as if he was hiding something from mebut what?

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[Night King POV]

Ronard was alive, and didn't accept my generous offer of a quick death, and no undead revival I wanted to offer, but it mattered little in the great scheme of things, he was but an ant playing with the unavoidable depths of death.

"If we continue at this pace we will be on Winterfell in fortnite," One of my free minded undead spoke.

"We have no need to hurry the more we take to approach the more we take to arrive the more terror we will inflict upon their fragile hearts," I stated with delight, "No let us" I was cut off as me and all of my generals looked up.

Every single one of us feeling the immense surge of heat directly above our heads. Oak my children of the forest dived towards me and wrapped me in a shield of magic. My other generals tried to run away while some decided to do their best to block the incoming attack.

I felt the ground shake. Even from inside Oak's magic protection, I could see the blinding green light that erupted from the sky near the middle of my forces. Not soon after, a loud boom rang. As I felt thousands of my minions vanish from existence.

Once the rumbling sound of the explosion died down, Oak broke the magic shield around me, green fire was all around, burning bright the explosion had left nothing, its wake but smoke, fire, dust, and death.

Once again, I felt the same feeling invading the area, but this time targeting another point of my army, an explosion of the same magnitude followed and hundreds of dragonglass shards flew in every direction, and like before I felt thousands of my minions died for good this time.

What was this madness? A weapon so powerful it could be fired multiple times in such a manner.... and how did Ronard manage to hide this from me

We have to move fast if Ronard has more of that dangerous weapon things could go wrong with me.

Just two shots of that explosive and I had already lost close to two hundred thousand soldiers. And many generals.

[Ronard POV - 2 HOURS EARLIER]

I knew the Night King was approaching and that he would not let the opportunity to brag about his mighty undead dick go by.

But in case he didn't I had sent Daenerys to check on his army from afar, I wanted to tempt him. To tempt his overgrown pride, I knew for a fact he was not going to attack Daenerys, not that he could, my plan had in mind having her safe and far away from him, but regardless of that, he was not going to attack, he wanted to delay our suffering, for his own twisted pleasure.

With his attention on me and my wife... I would send my ravens, and hawks, carrying my two latest inventions, the Wild Fire Nukes they were so volatile that it was a bet to use them, but they were worth it.

With the help of Melisandre that blessed the mix, and a couple of Maesters we made the deadly liquid, using Wildfire as a base.

This plan was mine alone and no one but me knew about it, as to avoid people showing overconfidence about it.

My ravens and hawks would fly high above the sky, and wait dropping the bombs just in the right moment.

Unfortunately, this explosive weapon was hard to make, and I only had four shots with this two for now and two for a very specific situation.

"Are you ready?" I asked Nick Fury.

*Yes,* Nick cawed.

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