Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 99 - - Negotiations with Free Folk (VI)

"I want to have giant babies with her." Tormund, after being defeated by Leda.

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Passing through the tunnel that led to Castle Black, Val noticed pairs of eyes staring at her with contempt and hostility. This didn't surprise her. If hatred could be easily forgotten, the world would have been at peace long ago.

But hatred, like resentment, didn't disappear, it only grew stronger over time. The Free Folk and the Night's Watch could never be friends, they hated each other, even though there were exchanges on both sides.

The closer he got to the end of the tunnel, the more blinding the light became, until he was through it and his vision gradually became accustomed to his surroundings again.

When her eyes had adjusted, Val looked around and saw the members of the Night's Watch in elevated positions. They carried swords, but none wore bows, which eased her worries slightly. As for Castle Black, it was the first time she had seen such a large structure and, despite being in a terrible state, she still found the place majestic.

She wondered if other castles were as big as the one she was in. However, her eyes soon settled on the chairs and tables set up in the center of the courtyard, obviously prepared for them.

Then her blue gaze fell on the main table opposite the Free Folk. There, sitting in a larger and much more comfortable chair, was he.

The color of his hair was something Val had never seen before, a mixture of gold and white, a very beautiful shade. His eyes were as striking as his hair, a shade of purple she had never seen on anything other than a cloth from a city called Myr, brought by Mance.

As for his beauty, she had never seen a man, or rather a young man, so handsome. But she soon put these trivial thoughts aside when she saw him get up from his chair and walk over to them with a smile.

"Your Grace, it is an honor to finally meet the King Beyond the Wall." When the young man said this, the members of the Night's Watch let out a few mocking words, but Val realized that the young man himself had spoken with due respect to the King of the Free Folk.

"It is my honor to meet the Father of Dragons, Your Grace." Mance replied, as they both greeted each other cordially.

Aenar nodded and motioned for everyone to sit down. "Food and wine have been prepared, you may eat at your leisure."

Aenar's gaze fell on the two giants with a helpless expression. "As we didn't have any chairs or tables big enough for them, they'll have to sit on the floor anyway."

"Don't worry, as long as you serve them food and water, they'll feel that Your Grace is being cordial to them." Mance spoke in a calm tone.

"Aren't the food and wine poisoned?" When Rattleshirt said this, silence hung around. All the eyes of the Night's Watch, including Jeor's and Aemon's, showed expressions of anger.

The Law of the Guest in Westeros was something sacred. Curiously, all the people who broke this ancient law died, almost like a punishment from the gods in the eyes of the people.

Aenar's smile remained the same. He took a glass of wine from the Free Folk's table and drank the entire contents without any hesitation.

"Don't worry about poison or anything like that. If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead. I don't need to use shameful means." He spoke with a courteous tone, but the coldness in his words made Rattleshirt feel a chill run through his body.

"I apologize for his words, we're very direct." Mance spoke, bringing the atmosphere back to calm, but anyone could sense that the place was more tense than before.

Aenar's gaze fixed on the giants, more specifically on the two standing in front of him: Mag Mar Tun Doh Weg, known as Mag the Mighty, and Wun Weg Wun Dar Wun, known as Wun Wun.

Under everyone's surprised gazes, instead of the Common Tongue, Aenar spoke in the language of the giants, a language as old as the True Tongue, spoken by the Children of the Forest.

"Welcome, great warriors. I am Aenar Targaryen, king of the land you are in." Aenar said to the two giants with a smile on his face as he handed them each a jug of wine.

"Little man friend of the giants." Wun Wun was the first to speak. His voice was slurred and slow, but incomparably powerful. He took the wine and drank without any hesitation. A single jug, which would have filled the glasses of five men, was emptied in one go. He had never drunk wine before and, when he tasted it, he found it incredibly delicious.

"The little man's drink is good." Wun Wun commented with a loud laugh, which startled the Night's Watch.

Mag also drank the wine and, like Wun Wun, enjoyed the drink. "Little man is the friend of giants." He repeated Wun Wun's words, making Aenar display a satisfied look.

As for being called a little man, Aenar didn't mind. At the moment, he really did consider himself a dwarf in the eyes of the giants, although that would change later.

"Your Grace can speak the Language of the Giants?" Val exclaimed in shock. It wasn't just her, everyone, including the members of the Night's Watch, looked at Aenar with surprised expressions.

"I can speak even the True Tongue." Aenar commented in an amused tone when he saw everyone's reaction. Seeing the past and learning from it was really quite a broken skill. There was no language in this world, or in the future, that he couldn't speak.

At Aenar's words, everyone looked at the young man and was speechless, but soon sat down in their respective positions.

"As we know, the Night King exists and controls the White Walkers, along with an army of practically immortal Wights." Taking a seat, Aenar spoke, making everyone focus on him.

"You are migrating south because of this and you must pass through the Wall." Aenar continued. "I can grant you passage, but on two conditions."

"Kneel before me, and Mance must give up his titles and bow, as must his people." As Aenar finished speaking, a tall, red-haired man stood up, knocking on the table.

"I will never bow to a southerner, especially a boy who doesn't even have hair on his sack!" Tormund shouted loudly, and everyone heard his words clearly.

"Leda, make Lord Tormund learn to keep quiet and wait for the others to finish." Aenar ordered with a smile as he watched the show unfold before him.

Tormund was surprised to see a delicate girl wearing white armor and wielding a sword. Noticing her intentions, he laughed out loud and spoke arrogantly:

"Do you think a pretty little girl wearing metal armor is going to intimidate me? I am Tormund, Mead King of Ruddy Hall, Speaker of the Gods and Father of Armies!"

He stood up from his chair and walked towards Leda with his impressive height of two meters.

However, as soon as he had finished speaking, he felt the world spin and, in an instant, the sky appeared in his vision while a stabbing pain ran through his legs, almost as if they were broken.

One of the Free Folk's greatest warriors had gone down without even being able to hit the enemy, or even see how she had moved. Feeling the cold tip of the sword against his throat, Tormund opened his mouth in shock, watching the cold gray eyes that stared at him with indifference.

"Don't interrupt my king again, or I'll cut off your head for this insolence." Leda said, looking at Tormund with a calm and impassive countenance.

Tormund swallowed. He was a man of two meters, much heavier than any ordinary man, but now he was nothing more than a toy in the hands of the girl in front of him. How could that not be shocking?

"What did they feed you at birth? Giant's milk? Bear? Or maybe from the Crimson Beast above us?" Sitting on the floor, he asked with a tone genuinely admiring of Leda's strength.

"I want to have babies with you. Our children will be big and monstrously strong." Tormund declared loudly, making Aenar, who had been drinking wine, almost spit out his drink at the unexpected statement at such a tense moment.

Leda looked at the man who was staring at her passionately and pursed her lips. Without even bothering to reply, she turned back from Aenar, casting a cold, slightly murderous glance at Tormund.

Tormund sat down again and said to Ygritte, who was standing next to him:

"Look at her! She's looking at me with such intensity. She must be thinking about the warm nights we're going to have and how many giant babies we're going to have."

Ygritte looked at Tormund speechlessly. She was sure that the look on the girl in white armor's face was not one of love, but seeing the man's passionate expression, she knew that anything she said would be ignored.

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