A GAME OF THRONES: Part 4.3

I pulled out a pouch and took out some clothes she could wear.

Her eyes widened in shock as she saw me easily pull everything out, like it was nothing.

"How did it all fit in there?" she asked quietly, her voice almost hesitant.

"Magic," I said, standing up. "Don't forget, you're in another world now."

I handed her the clothes. "Change into these. Do it quickly. I'd like to give you time to adjust, but I don't have that kind of time."

I turned toward the door, walking away, but stopped just before stepping out. Without looking back, I said, "If you want to leave, now's the time. I won't follow you. With your skills, surviving here shouldn't be too hard. And not everyone here knows magic, so you'll have an advantage since it medieval, also don't create a drame we are in a inn."

I stepped out, shutting the door behind me.

Giving her a choice was important.

It was a test.

Rosarita Cisneros

Bonding: 1/10

Assimilation Slot: None

Power: None

As her bond level increases, her loyalty to me will grow stronger too.

No, it's not brainwashing.

The bond reflects her thoughts and decisions. The stronger it grows, the more it shows how much she trusts me and aligns with my choices. It's not about control or brainwashing—it's a reflection of her willingness to follow my lead.

For now, there are only minimal restrictions in place—like the fact that she can't kill me.

Everything else is up to her.

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Roberta's POV

Is this a test? Maybe his people are stationed nearby, watching me from the shadows.

I walked over to the window, peeking outside. Horses stood tied to posts, men in fur cloaks moved about, swords hanging at their sides. Everything about it screamed medieval.

Maybe he's telling the truth. If I left now, he wouldn't come after me.

Or maybe it's both—a test and a choice.

I scanned the room again, checking corners, shelves, anywhere a recorder or hidden camera might be placed. Nothing.

Letting out a slow sigh, I decided to trust his words. For now.

I started changing, pulling off the bullet-torn shirt and jeans, followed by my bra. Now I was left in just my panties, my body instinctively on alert despite being alone.

I brushed my waist, running my fingers over the skin where the bullets had torn through.

Nothing. No scars, no marks—like the bullets never touched me.

But my older scars? They were still there, a reminder of everything I'd been through before.

I turned to the pile of clothes he'd left for me. A shirt, gloves, socks, scarf, wool bottoms, boots, and a fur cloak.

Sometimes later.

John's POV

The door opened, and she stepped out.

She was completely covered in the warm clothes I'd left for her—shirt, gloves, scarf, boots, fur cloak. She looked ready for the cold, but even more so for a fight.

I handed her a sword I'd looted from the Freys, along with a dagger.

She took the sword without hesitation, giving it a few test swings. Her grip was solid, and her movements had some precision, though they were rough around the edges. Not bad. She'll improve.

Guns would've been easier for her, but She'll need to adjust.

"Let's go," I said, turning to head downstairs.

She followed without a word, her steps light and deliberate.

The inn's common room was busy, but I caught the whispers as we passed.

"Isn't that the guy who rented a room an hour ago?"

"Yeah, look—the one behind him..."

"Watch properly, idiot. That's a woman, not a guy. And she's carrying a sword."

"Looks like one of those wildlings," someone muttered with a snicker.

One of them, drunk and overconfident, decided to test his luck. He reached out toward her shoulder, fingers inches away.

She didn't wait for him to make contact.

With a swift turn, her boot slammed into his leg. He crumpled to the ground, yelping in pain. Before he could react, she grabbed his hand and twisted it, forcing it into an unnatural angle.

"Stop it!" he shouted, panic clear in his voice. "The Night's Watch will come!"

She ignored him completely, her eyes snapping to mine. Her face was calm, but I could see the silent question in her gaze: What now?

"Kill him," I said, my voice low and cold.

Her lips curved into a chilling smile. She turned back to the man, her grip tightening.

With a quick, brutal twist, she broke his hand. His screams echoed through the room before she silenced him for good.

The lifeless body slumped to the floor, and the rest of the room fell silent. The air was thick with fear, but no one dared to move. They could see it now—how dangerous she was, and how much more dangerous I must be if she followed my orders so easily.

I stepped outside without a backward glance. She followed me, calm as ever.

As we walked through the cold air, she finally broke the silence. "What is the Night's Watch?"

"They're men who guard the Wall," I said. "Their job is to protect the realm from White Walkers, wildlings, and anything else that comes from beyond the Wall."

She nodded slowly, though I could tell she didn't fully understand.

"Alright," I said, glancing at her. "Let me explain how this world works. The politics, the factions

everything you need to know."

I started with the basics—King's Landing, House Stark, the Targaryens, the Night King.

She listened carefully, asking questions to dig deeper into the details.

I didn't mind. If she wanted to learn, I'd let her.

"Dragons and zombies," she muttered, her tone skeptical, before turning her sharp gaze on me. "And we're heading beyond the Wall, where those things are? Why?"

"To become stronger," I said.

"How?"

"Those wights don't stop. They don't eat, they don't rest. And there are a lot of them," I explained. "I'm going to use them to push myself—to train, fight, and get better."

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Author's pov

John currently is not using transformation.

His physique is like Jason todd with white hair due to Geralt template.

Like if he gets mystique template,his skin will change,yes he can transform but that blue skin will come with template.