-Chapter 137-
-POV MC-
I smiled as I entered Mance's tent and found two women there, both seated and chatting. I smiled at both, earning a sidelong glance from Mance, to which I responded with an eye roll, and then I said, "I guess this is your wife and her sister."
"I guess you are a skinchanger," said Mance in the same tone.
I smiled silently and he shook his head, slightly amused.
"Anyway, that's not why we're here. We're here to talk and drink mead," he said as he served me beer in a horn.
I drank this beer, forcing myself not to cough, which amused the few people who had followed us into the tent, and then he said, "Tell me everything, how did you become king?"
I raised my eyebrows for a few moments, and then I said, "It's really complicated, I wouldn't even know where to start."
"Well, start from the beginning," he said as he drank the mead he had served himself.
"Alright, so it all started before I was born, to be quite honest. You know the story of the rebellion. Rhaegar Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, abducted Lyanna Stark..."
I was interrupted by a medium-sized but massive man, who sat down with a long beard and said, "That, that's a kneeler I could actually respect."
I raised an eyebrow before continuing and saying, "The war happened and the Targaryens lost."
"Yes, all that, I know," said Mance, not understanding why I was bringing up this old matter before suddenly widening his eyes.
Mance said, shocked, "You are..."
"The last living son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. My uncle hid me and took me as his bastard so that no one would know."
"How did you find out?"
"As events unfolded, clues began to hit me more and more until I put all the pieces together."
"Do you know what that means?" I heard from behind me.
"He figured it out on his own," said Mance.
"He could have said it just like that, no need to use complicated language," said the person who hadn't understood what I had said.
I held back a laugh by lightly biting my tongue before continuing my story.
I ended up telling him everything, from my decision to go to the Citadel to that of wiping out the ironborn from this world. Our conversation lasted several hours before I finished telling him everything.
He seemed really upset upon hearing that I had exterminated the ironborn to the last, but he said nothing to show it, probably because he was afraid of what might happen to him and his people if I decided to keep the gates of the Wall closed.
Once I had finished speaking, it was his turn to recount his adventures, once he had betrayed the Night's Watch and gone to find his mother's people to guide and save them from the 'Others,' that's the name they give them.
Paying attention to his story, I realized that we were closer to the reality of the novel, which I hadn't read well and only knew through fandoms, than to that of the series, and I was honestly scared because I didn't really know the strength of the White Walkers.
Everything would surely not end with the Night King, and I was afraid of this terrible hypothesis.
Once he had finished, a brief silence settled while I watched the fire crackle.
At one point, I suddenly smiled and then made a gesture towards the pile of burning wood.
The fire burning the wood was instantly sucked into the palm of my hand before dancing around it under my control, alternating occasionally between its original color, orange, and the color of my own flames, the green fire of Rhaegal