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[X] Open the way for them
-[X] You're totally betraying her
-[X] You're totally betraying her
There's a floating castle - Mighty Catelyn - which can hold off any attack!"
[] Open the way for them.
-[] Keep your word.
Write in [] On the condition they swear fealty to House Stark.
There was something in the Starks of Winterfell quite extraordinary. Family lore knew it as the Wolf's Blood. In some it burned relentlessly, driving them to recklessness and rage. Your uncle Brandon had been that way, so you had heard. When the Prince of Dragonstone took his sister he marched on King's Landing sword drawn as if to take it with less than a dozen men.
In others though it was quieter. Patient and cold as winter itself - until one of the pack was threatened. Then came the wolf.
The Queen Beyond the Wall had not grown up with Old Nan weaving tales of the Kings of Winter, or wandered their crypts as a child. She knew only the tales Wildlings whispered around campfires at night. Yet in that moment it seemed she and those with her saw your heart.
'Threaten my family and I will paint the Wall red with Wildling blood.'
You carved the blade into your hand and pressed it to the wall, hoping you had not made a horrible mistake. Almost at once a thick rumbling began as the door began to open, and the bone-rattling buzz of Gendel's Children with it. Ygritte looked at you, an eyebrow quirked and a hint of surprise.
"I have given Jon Snow my word. You will hold here until I return."
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It was not long before they found the two of you. Ghost brought them to you - your brothers in black. You brushed away their concerns and perplexed glances at the woman at your side. "I have to speak to Lord Stark. A war is coming and only he can prevent it."
That was how you had found yourself in the Lord Commander's quarters as Ned Stark met for the first time the Queen Beyond the Wall. She was a girl little older than yourself or Robb, but then perhaps that was no great surprise. Robb was a King now, having crushed the Lannisters and taken Stannis Baratheon's daughter as his bride.
You had always known it, you supposed. It was Robb who had been born to be a king.
Right now though there was all this 'we do not kneel' nonsense to deal with and a northern threat for be faced.
"You have unleashed this evil upon us all, then. A distraction as you pillage our lands?" Ned Stark's eyes were ice. Had this been the face he wore when he destroyed 'King Joffrey'?
Ygritte turned in annoyance. "No." She paused, a sickened look on her face. "The deep ones are rising because they've run out of food. Used to be our chiefs would seek to appease them with what beasts and captives we could toss down there, but it's not enough. Not with this kind of winter. They'd have come to the surface and the Wall wouldn't have slowed them much."
Her eyes flicked to you briefly, but she said nothing of your opening the way. "It wasn't made for them, after all. Once they were done eating us they'd climb or dig their way to eating you."
"Father." Ned Stark did not look at you but he nodded in acknowledgement. "The threat is real. They killed Uncle Benjen. If we do nothing they will carve a path of destruction through the North and all Westeros. Unless we stop them here."
You continued, trying not to stumble as you strung together the half-unconscious theories you'd figured as Ygritte dragged you from the tunnel toward the Wall. "The opening the Wildlings want to use is the same one the Children will use. They'd be mad not to. If we move fast we can make a bottleneck and stop them." You pointed to the wildling girl. "All of us."
"Jon," he said his voice tight. "You are suggesting we ally with Wildlings."
"Yes. I am."
"And then what? Shall we live in harmony? This girl and her ilk have killed thousands. My father's grandfather. Do you think the Umbers and Mormonts will keep faith with Winterfell if I unleash the horde upon their homes? The Wildlings spit upon the laws of men."
Ygritte snarled in anger, her freckled face as red as her hair. "It's you lot who've fucked us! Trapped us on the shit side of your wall to die and cut down whoever tries to get us south."
How long had it gone on like this? Northmen and Wildlings. The First Men divided. From the start, you supposed. When Bran built his wall and some poor fools decided to keep to the villages their fathers' fathers had built. Since Joramun Horn-Blower all those thousands of years ago.
When would it end?
The Wildlings wanted land. A land to live in peace and to practice their culture - even if it was a shitty one. Reparations for the injustices they had faced. The Northmen wanted that too - justice for a hundred thousand sisters and mothers stolen from their beds.
When would it end?
You had been born for a reason. Rhaegar Targaryen had seen something - or read of it - something he believed in. Perhaps he was just a madman, like his father. Like your grandfather. But perhaps it had happened for a reason. Perhaps all this was happening now for a reason.
It was up to you, Jon Snow.
[] Propose your peace terms between the North and the Wildlings. (Write-In)
We could settle them in the mountains alongside the Mountain Clans. Their cultures are similar enough that the cultural clashes should be kept to a minimum (for wildlings and mountain clans that is), and the loyal clans can be used to keep an eye on the most troublesome wildlings.
Does anyone know how strong the wildlings are compared to the North's mountain clans?