=========================

While Kenway has gone into solitary, the North people, that are still alive, are flooding to Winterfell which was the plan for the civilians anyway, so the courtyard of Winterfell is filled with women, children and men all eaten warm stew, it seemed like the best food to make because you can get more out of fewer ingredients, that's how their going to feed all these extra mouths, it's not the best but it's better then nothing, Ser Davos was helping out at the pot giving out portions to the people, till one approached him.

Northman: My lord, we're not soldiers.

Not everyone is pleased with the King in the Norths plan for everyone to fight, although their not refusing to, their just scared and the Black Wolf is nowhere to be found right now, they need him to bring hope to them, something that's slowly slipping away.

Ser Davos: You are now.

Davos gave the man a scoop of the freshly made stew while glancing to the man, he expected him to walk away after that but instead the man stood there, clearly worried for his life and why wouldn't he be, he's never fought before in his life, now he has to against the Army of the Dead.

Ser Davos: Look, I made it through most of my years without ever getting near a fight, but then I survived the Battle for Winterfell. Right outside these walls. If I can live through that you can live through this. They'll outfit you with weapons at the forge. Right that way.

Ser Davos watched him walk away with a "thank you", two other fella's behind him, it was sad that it's come to this but they have to make sacrifices to survive, of course it's not an easy sacrifice but everyone is making the same one, everyone is risking something in this battle.

Gilly: When the time come, you'll be down in the crypts. They're the safest place to be. Through that archway right over there.

Gilly's doing her part by pointing out where the elderly, women and children who can't fight will be waiting for when the Black Wolf saves them all, the women thanked Gilly with assumingly her parents behind her, Gilly smiled to them as they passed her but before she could continue her task, she heard a young girl approached Ser Davos.

Teela: Which way should I go?

Ser Davos turned to see the young girl, no older then maybe 10 name days, holding a empty bowl towards him, he took a second to compose himself as this girl has the same birth defect as Shireen did, he loved that little girl and this girl reminds him of her.

Ser Davos: Which way do you want to go?

Gilly watched from nearby as the girl took a second to think about her answer, Ser Davos got ready to fill her bowl with the stew before the girl answered him with a very determined look in her young eyes.

Teela: All the children will be going below when the time comes. But both me brothers were soldiers. I want to fight too.

Ser Davos wasn't sure what to say, instead he took the girls bowl from her to fill with the warm food as Gilly decided to help him out, she can't fight the Walkers, she won't survive, at least in the crypts she'll have a chance, so Gilly needs to convince her.

Gilly: That's good to hear. I'm going to be in the crypt with my son, and I'd feel a lot better with you down there to protect us.

Gilly is now sitting beside the girl while trying to get her into the crypts, its admirable that she wants to fight in a fight like this but sometimes you need to survive to win the fight, in the off chance and there is a chance, that the men fall to the Night King, they'll be dead anyway, there isn't much she can do other then survive.

Ser Davos: I'm sure a lot of people would.

Ser Davos caught their attentions after filling the bowl with stew then handing it down towards Gilly, she's closure to him and he didn't want to spill it by reaching over to the girl, Gilly took the bowl from him then past it down to the girl who now has a small grin on her face.

Teela: All right. I'll defend the crypt, then.

The girl walked away from them with a proud smile on her face, Gilly and Ser Davos shared a small smile as they dealt with the matter, Kenway wouldn't allow the girl to have fought anyway but he might have been a bit more on the nose about it, so them sorting it out like that seemed a little more kinda.

Before another word could be shared between the two, a horn blared around Winterfell with a call of "Rider's coming in!", this of course drew a lot of attention towards the gates while the men sent to guard the Wall have returned, Jon ran into the courtyard to see Sam and Dolorous sharing a hug, he ignored what he's recently learnt about himself and made his way over, but mere seconds before he embraced his friend, Tormund came out of nowhere and lifted the White Wolf into a bone crushing hug.

Tormund: My little crow.

The guys around them cringed at the impact of the crash but Jon didn't seem to be all that bothered by the hug, just that his friends are back and safe, it was Sansa's idea to send them to the Wall, Kenway didn't want to, it didn't seem worth it.

Jon: I thought we'd lost you.

Tormund smiled to Jon while pushing his hand on the much smaller man's shoulder, the others still watched with a small smirk as Tormund loved that his life was on the line.

Tormund: Almost.

Jon then turned to Dolorous, shared that hug he was going for before then glanced to Beric Dondarrion, he brought the Hound with him to the North and now, their fighting with them in the War to come, that then left all the men standing there while Jon still tried to process the fact their all still alive.

Jon: How did you find each other?

It was a pretty good question since they were sent to different parts of the Wall, they small surviving group looked around at each other before it was Dolorous who answered.

Dolorous: We met up at the Last Hearth.

Jon knew that castle, it was the Umber's place, where Kenway allowed young Ned Umber to get his people back here before it was too late, before Jon could even ask about them, Tormund answered the un asked questions.

Tormund: The dead got there first.

Jon nodded while looking down to the dirt, he knew the answer to the next question but he needed to ask it anyway, they had youngsters there, kids, women, elders, people who should have been here, where it's safe.

Jon: The Umbers?

Jon already knew the answer he just needed to be sure, Kenway gave young Ned Umber back the castle as a way of peace, he had no idea that the boy wouldn't make it back in time, Jon might be pissed with Kenway right now but he knows this will really sit heavily on him.

Beric: Fighting for the Night King now.

Jon sighed heavily while looking around Winterfell, he had no idea where Kenway is but he did see Aemon still practising his archery, Jon can see a lot of the Black Wolf in the boy, even with the Targaryen hair.

Tormund: We had to travel around them to get here. Whoever's not here now is with them.

That's obviously not the news that any of them wanted to hear, all Jon could really think about though is telling Kenway, they can deal with what is between them once the Night King has been dealt with, it's the priority.

Jon: How long do we have?

Jon once again has a feeling to what the answer will be and it isn't going to be good, he expected not to hear that the Night King decided not to come and that he's gone back to sleep.

Tormund: Before the sun comes up tomorrow.

That really doesn't give them long at all, in fact it's nearly sun down now, Tormund however had other things on his mind and turned to look over his shoulder wondering one very simple thing. 

Tormund: The big woman still here?

She is but he didn't get an answer all he did get was instructions fro the White Wolf telling them to find Kenway, only they didn't need too because Deanerys found him sitting in the Godswood, where his father used to sit, sharpening Cold Breath, she can see that something's on his mind, so she sat beside him looking around.

Deanerys: It's beautiful.

Kenway looked to her and watched as his wife looked around them, Kenway liked this place, so did his father, Eddard found peace while sitting in here, a man and his thoughts, Kenway nodded to her putting his sword away in it's sheathe that was sat beside him, he'll need to get ready soon but Jeffrey is still repairing it.

Deanerys: I spoke with your sister, it may not seem like it but she does care about you.

Kenway let out a small chuckle from both facts that he knows she does but she doesn't show it, ever since he returned from Meereen she's done nothing but undermined him and question his decision, what kind of a King gets questioned by his sister, in front of the kingdom no less.

Kenway: I don't know if to be happy you are getting along or worried.

She looked up to him and he wasn't even looking at her, only staring into the water in front of them, Midnight is resting nearby not even seeming to be bothered that she's laying on the cold snow.

Deanerys: What are you looking for?

It was a good question and honestly, Kenway doesn't know, he's looking for anything at this point, confidence is the main thing, the closure and closure the Night King gets to them, the more and more he doesn't feel like he can beat him, it's too much pressure for him.

Kenway: Hope.

Deanerys looked up to him and could see what was no bothering him, she obviously didn't know about Jon being her nephew or anything and she will never know, she doesn't need to, Jon's now a Stark, then Sansa isn't helping him, infact Deanerys and Sansa getting along now is actually a help at this point, she wanted to prove to him that no one can do this but him because no one can, if Kenway doesn't believe then what's the point in even trying.

Deanerys: Who are you and what have you done with my husband?

Kenway finally looked away from the water and towards her as even Midnight looked to them, she didn't move her head but she still looked up to the married King and Queen, Deanerys didn't seem to be bothered about that, she just needed to get through to her husband.

Deanerys: The Kenway I married would never give up to keep his loved one's safe. Your not the man who looks for hope, your the one that makes it.

Kenway sighed running his hands over his face and through his hair, she doesn't envy him for being in this position, to have so many people looking to him for the answers, then to be second guessed on them when he gives them, it isn't a position she wants to be in once all this is over.

Deanerys: I love you. Aemon, loves you. Your family, love you. Your people, adore you. They need you, now more then ever. Their just scared.

Kenway looked to her as she took his right hand into her's, he smiled when he felt how cold she is, even through the gloves, Deanerys however didn't care, she's here to help him and make sure her baby can grow up in a safe world.

Kenway: And you think I'm not?

Kenway asked because he is scared, not for his life but scared for the fact he'll fail, he can't fail, this isn't like learning to fight, where if you drop that wooden sword you can pick it right back up, if Kenway fails, then that's the end of the whole world, Kenway stood up and picked his sword from the snow, Deanerys watched him about to leave but before he did, she told him something she wasn't going to tell him till after.

Deanerys: You can't be scared.

Kenway stopped where as Midnight walked towards him, she stood in front of him with a growl almost telling him not to walk away from this, Kenway sighed, then turned back to see Deanerys now standing.

Deanerys: Not for me, not for Aemon. Or even another.

Kenway didn't know what she was talking about, not until her hands rested on her stomach, Kenway had to do a double take to make sure she was saying what he thinks she is.

Kenway: "Another"?

She nodded to him both upset and frilled about this, she only found out the other day thanks to the Maester here, all though after having Aemon she already pretty much knew, Kenway didn't know what to do, other then just stand there and look at her, words couldn't form even if he wanted them to, leaving both the King and Queen in nothing but silence, Midnight standing behind Kenway while the Godswood surrounded them.

Jeffrey: Your Grace...

Kenway was snapped out his little trance while turning around to see Duncan's father, Jeffrey, he seemed hesitant to interrupt this moment but honestly Kenway's kind of glad he did.

Jeffrey: ... It's ready. As is your's my Queen.

Jeffrey has accepted Deanerys as the Queen and why wouldn't he, he has nothing but respect for the Black Wolf, Kenway went to thank him but then wondered what he was talking about.

Kenway: Thank you - wait what are talking about?

It was only Deanerys who moved this time, passing Kenway and towards Jeffrey, then with a thank you, he handed her something that was much to big for her, Jeffrey then bowed and left them alone, Deanerys turning to her husband and father of her now two children.

Deanerys: I saw you enjoy using that axe lately and wanted to have something made for you.

Kenway watched her walked towards him, standing in front of him, handing him the wrapped, now he thinks axe, Kenway took it letting her and Midnight watch while he un wrapped the weapon and he didn't expect nothing less from the best Valyrian Steel Blacksmith in Westeros...

... Everything about it was perfect, the weight, the length, the design and the feel of the grip, even the wolf's head at the hilt was perfect, two little blue gems for the eyes, making it similar to Cold Breath, Kenway twirled it in his right hand before sliding it into the holster for his axe on his right side.

Kenway: I have to win now, huh?

Kenway wasn't mad about the child, just caught off guard, that was until he remembered the night in the Red Keep, she finally got the throne and they celebrated, that wasn't something on his mind at the point.

Deanerys: We will. Together.

Kenway smiled to her and nodded, they shared a kiss before walking into the courtyard of Winterfell, that's where Kenway saw Jon, looking over to him, he glanced to Deanerys with a awkward glance but pushed it all to the side, and walked over to them.

Jon: The Night King will be here by the morning. What's the plan?

Kenway looked between the two and thought for a second, maybe it;s time for him to actually use everyone he has and not just try to take the Night King down alone, maybe he should use the people around him.

Kenway: What do you think we should do?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everyone is in the library, everyone who needs to be there anyway, Kenway standing at the side with the fire pit behind him, Arya on his left, Bran just behind him with Jon and Sansa to his right, on the left side of the table, Samwell Tarly, Theon Greyjoy, Meera, Briana Tarth and Jamie Lannister.

Opposite Kenway and the rest of the Starks are, Beric Dondarrion, Tormund, Ser Davos, Lyanna and Royce of the Aran, then to Kenway's right is the love of his life, Deanerys, with Varys and Grey Worm on her right, Jorah Mormont and Tyrion on her left, all looking to a map that has the formations Kenway laid out which should keep the Night King at bay.

Jon: Their coming. We have dragonglass and Valyrian steel. But there are too many of them. Far too many. Our enemy doesn't tire. Doesn't stop. Doesn't feel. We can't beat them in a straight fight.

Kenway is leaning on the table, using the people around him it's taken him this long to realise that his greatest power is his friends and loved ones, something the Night King has nothing of, also the fact that he needs to make sure this baby joins them.

Jamie: So, what can we do?

Kenway looked up from the map and to the Lion standing at the Stark table, everyone knows why he's here and doesn't care, he's brought Lannister men and himself, it's better then nothing.

Jon: The Night King made them all. They follow his command. If he falls. Getting to him may be our best chance.

Kenway stood up right crossing his arms over his chest, there's something that might happen to him if that were the case but he's just gotta put a lot into something he doesn't have much left of. Hope.

Jamie: If that's true, he'll never expose himself.

Jamie has a point, the Night King will have no reason to get to them before the dead will, Kenway wasn't sure what to say here, Bran however didn't have such a desire to keep the truth from them all.

Bran: Yes, he will. He'll come for him.

Bran looked to Kenway as Kenway already knew he was, Kenway still stood there, arms crossed and heart pounding in his chest, everyone looked to Kenway and could see the look in his eyes, he's been caught out.

Bran: It's time for the truth. They need to know.

Kenway still didn't look up, nor did he look around, eye contact would just make things worse, so Bran told them, told them everything they needed to know, Kenway only stood still, like a statue made from cement.

Bran: No one wondered how he moves so fast, fights with the strength of 10, grown in size and has two children with a women who couldn't bare any...

Everyone looked around the room and eyes landed on Deanerys, she didn't look away from Bran though a little annoyed at the fact he's just putting all their secrets out but also worried about her husband, what has Kenway done.

Bran: ... He was supposed to have joined the Night Kings army, instead he gets washed up on a beach. A man who doesn't need to eat, sleep, or drink. He's obsessed with him, the failed recruit. It all just makes you wonder. How do you kill a dead man?

Kenway took a deep breath as it's out there now, everyone knows everything, he has tried to tell them all, telling them that the Kenway they knew was dead but they figured it was just because he changed over the years not because he is literally dead.

Sansa: Kenway.

Kenway looked to her for the first time since he got back from Meereen she actually seemed to be worried about him, all the eyes in the room are on him and he just did the best he can do.

Kenway: Don't worry about me. The main priority is stopping the Night King. That's just hope I'm more human then Dead.

That news made the rest of this meeting pretty awkward, the news that he might not survive the battle with the Night King as well as the fact Deanerys has another baby on the way, it's a lot for this fight but Kenway has no intention of not seeing his kids grow up, not even death can stop him, although it's welcome to try...

=========================

(To Be Continued)