Chapter 98 - Negotiations with Free Folk (V)
"Is he a man or a god?" Leaf, Eighteenth of her Name and Queen of the Forest Court, asked herself, looking at Aenar Targaryen.
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Mance looked at the Wall, closer and closer, with a calm gaze. His brown eyes observed the dozens of leaders of the tribes of the Free Folk, including the last giants of the world known today.
Honestly, the only reason he had accepted the negotiations was because the Three-Eyed Raven had delivered the letter containing the terms. And he knew, the negotiations wouldn't be easy or even smooth.
Having personally seen the army of the living dead, he would give up his titles without any hesitation to survive what was to come, but the Free Folk were different. Many would rather die than bend the knee and betray ancient traditions.
Behind Mance, miles away, hundreds of thousands of Savages were camped out and slightly warmed up. Although the Wall was indeed cold, in the Far North it was ten times worse. So much worse that a Savage, even one with resistance to the cold, couldn't survive for more than a minute without clothes.
The climate wasn't so severe, but with the arrival of the Night King, the Far North became a place of death and cold. Not even the largest trees could survive. The sun's heat didn't seem to reach the Far North, serving only to illuminate the day.
"Are you sure they want to negotiate, Mance?"
Speaking to Mance was a blonde, blue-eyed woman. Her beauty was almost legendary among the Wildlings. Even in the south of Westeros, she could be mistaken for a real princess.
She was Val, known as the Princess of the Wildlings.
The woman had dark honey blonde hair that reached down to her waist. Val had high, pointed cheekbones and her eyes looked light gray or blue, depending on how the sunlight hit her face. She was slender, tall and had full breasts.