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Daenerys’s POV
I exhale in looking at the man I still love but can never be with unless he decides to be with me for me. I look down at my stomach carrying our child that he is unaware of. I exhale before my eyes go back up to Jon’s brown eyes. I press my lips together as we do nothing but look at one another. However this silence makes me feel like I am slipping into madness.
“Is Daario the other man you mentioned on the ship to White Harbor?” Jon finally speaks and he asks about Daario of all things?!
“Yes…” I say while trying to contain my frustration.
Then Jon came over, gently grabbing my hands and he has a look of guilt. “Daenerys, I honestly do not know what to say about your dragon, Viserys. I know what they mean to you. And now he is under the curse of the Night King; it is because of me. I never should have gone beyond the Wall.”
“Jon, I do not blame you for my dragon, Viserys and I never will. You didn’t know that would happen to him.” I stated the truth to Jon.
Jon lightly shakes his head and I know he will carry this guilt no matter what logic and persuading. This will break him like it is his fault. I want to show him that it is not his fault and I will never blame him. I know his heart is breaking from all of this. I want to help, be there for him in all the ways that I can. I press my forehead against his as he takes a deep breath.
“Jon, if it was not for you coming all the way to Dragonstone to tell me about the White Walkers then none of this would have been possible. Please do not blame yourself anymore.”
I stare into the brown eyes of the man I love and I decide to sink into how I am feeling. This is my chance to truly see if his feelings remain the same or they truly are changed. I feel a pit in my stomach as the voice in the back of my head is screaming at me to tell him everything.
“You are a good man, Jon. And I want you to understand that knowing who you are doesn’t change anything for me. It does not change how I feel for you. It doesn’t matter to me. I love you, Jon.” I confess to him as his brown eyes remain locked into mine.
I move my hands up to his chest as our bodies no longer have any space between them. I see his hands not knowing where to touch me however he gently places them on my hips. I cannot take another day or night to be without Jon. I want everything back the way it was between us.
We listen to one another breath when my eyes are hooked with Jon in every way possible a woman could be to a man. I can see he truly does look at me the same like the truth of who he is does not matter. I rest my forehead against his for another moment when I move my hand from his chest to his lips. I brush my thumb over the bottom of his lips.
We gaze at one another as we stand in the same fire of longing love we desire to give one another. His body is firmly against mine when his hands on my waist pull me closer. His grip tightens, holding me in place. The fire crackles that our faces are just an inch away when his voice is low and firm speaking to me.
“I love you, Daenerys…”
I lean into Jon, kissing him. I sigh in how his lips feel upon mine and he kisses me back like he always did. The kiss lingers that it feels like a dream yet it is real. I slowly slip my tongue into our kissing and we move to the side that I am against the lite up table. I move my hand through his dark curly hair. Jon strokes my neck as our breathing becomes heavier the more we kiss.
I smile in between kisses believing that things between us are going to move forward the way I hope they will. I barely jump onto the table so I can wrap my legs around him. I can already feel him getting hard which I enjoy. His hand moves to the lower part of my back and I am nervous yet excited at his touch. He does not know the effect he has on me although I will show him right here. I want him.
I sigh between his kissing. I grip onto him for every ounce of misery, worry and sadness I have felt vanish in his touch and feel on my body. Our hands go to our garments, undoing the lace as I am about to feel him inside me again. I want feel him so bad. I will do anything I can to keep Jon with me for now on. I am filled with hope that things will stay this way.
Then this dream becomes a nightmare when Jon pulls back, lowering his gaze. He sighs and steps away from me. I struggle to breathe when the misery, worry and sadness come flooding back. I frown as I get off the table. I walk over to the roaring fire with my back turned to him; wishing I never met him because he holds my heart in his keeping. And he does not even care.
“I want it to be the way it was between us but now I know it never will be…” I confess to him.
“I want us that way too but it changes everything for me. It cannot be undone.”
I struggle to keep my mouth closed but I have exactly what I need to hear from him. Now he will know exactly how I feel and where we will stand from here on out. I turn my body just enough for my eyes to glare at him.
“I love you, Jon no matter what. I would marry you because I love you. Out of all the people in the world, we found each other. But the blood relation is all you need to know to not be with me. I want you to leave however I want you to know that I feel actual physical pain when I am away from you. I am in love with you, Jon Stark. But my love means nothing to you so go…” I begin to break down in tears with my back turned to the man I love.
Jon approaches me that his body is within his arms reach. He tries to grab my hand but I rip it away knowing that his love for me is what it is. I tell Jon to leave me but he does not move from where he stands until I turn to be in his face.
“Leave me…” I demand to him.
He does not move from where he stands so close to me. I lightly cry as I place my hand on my stomach of my child. I know that he does not want me so he will never know about the child until long after I cross the Narrow Sea and rule in Meeren. I place my hand on the mount above the roaring fire, feeling anger within me grow larger than the fire before me. I want to burn everything down but I cannot nor will I do that.
“Get out, Jon.” I commanded him.
“No. Daenerys, I don’t know how I can move past-“
“You do not want me so get out.” I seethed to him like the venom he is spreading to my heart.
“Daenerys…” He struggles to say my name.
I turn around with tears of hatred mixed with sadness in my eyes. I want to push and hit him out of the tent but I will not. Instead I will tell him a truth he needs to know when all of this is over. And he helped me make this decision in not wanting me ever again.
“When all of this is over, I am leaving Westeros.”
“Leaving Westeros?”
“I made an offer to Cersei Lannister, King Stark. I told her that I will sail back across the Narrow Sea, rule in Meeren. And she will remain on the Iron Throne as Queen. In exchange for this offer, the North will be an independent kingdom like it was before my ancestors arrived to the land of Westeros. I imagine she would be completely mad not to take my offer. And if she does take my offer, I will be going back to where I am truly loved.”
I walk past him to stand before the words ‘King’s Landing’ on the lite up table. I avoid his look when I place my right hand next to the symbol of King’s Landing. I ignore his pleading eyes that he does not want me to go. He truly does not care for me and if he is pretending, he needs to stop.
“What if she does not take the offer?” Jon questions.
“If she does not take the offer, I will overthrow her. Then place another on the Iron throne. I already have one in mind. If it goes according to plan, I will place a ruler that will have an ironclad treaty for us to trade including a written agreement that the North will be an independent Kingdom with you as King. Arya to be Queen should anything happen to you. Sansa will have no part in the future of the North; no matter what path is taken.”
He hears the vulnerability in my voice informing him of this. He knew I was right about Sansa and the North to become its own kingdom again. Jon takes a step closer but I move away from him. He looks like he got news that ripped his heart in two. I don’t believe that he actually cares if I stay or go now.
“What does it matter what I do after the battle of the Long Night? You do not care who sits the Iron Throne as long as the North is saved. You know I am right no matter what way you spin it.” I narrow my eyes to him as my voice is cool and collected in my irritation of Jon still being here after I told him to leave.
“That’s… That’s not… Daenerys, I…” He began but his words trailed off.
He knows I’m right that he wants the North to be saved no matter who sits the Iron Throne. I knew I hit a nerve in him. I move my eyes away from him when a few tears roll down my face like a river. I wipe them away to contain myself because Jon is not worth any of my tears.
“Daenerys, I do care about you no matter what. It is just complicated. Please look at me.” He takes a step closer as my eyes go back to the map of Westeros.
I remain silent to him and refuse to look at him. I am being difficult but at the same time, there is no point to try in making something new compared to the relationship we once had. I move away in feeling remorse but I understand that nothing can be done.
“I am sorry, Daenerys.” His voice is soft and sincere as he pauses in his words to me. I can hear the hurt in his voice when he says quietly. “I have hurt you and I understand why you want nothing to do with me after this. If you did change your mind and ruled Westeros, I hope you would give me more time so I can figure everything out. I honestly do not know what to do what all that has happened.”
I grip my hands onto the table in feeling anger overcome with me. I finally look at him to have a straight answer right now. There is no going back once I get these straight answers. “Tell me that you want me or get out.”
Jon is taken by surprise in what I said to him. He does not look away but he has the same look on his face when he stopped kissing me. I feel my hands become fists that he is not answering me. I ask him the question that needed to be answered. “Are you in love with me?”
“It is not that simple, Daenerys.”
“It is that simple, Jon. Are you in love with me? Yes or no. Yes or no!” I demand to know from Jon right now.
I am frustrated as malice grows within me from his silent response as the look on his face altered. I will not allow him to not give me any answer. I grab him by the chin firmly but gently. His body is almost touching mine but I will not let it affect me in wanting an answer.
“Yes or no, Jon.” I lean close to him as his face is an inch from mine.
He gives no answer so I release my hand from his chin. I walk away from him knowing what our relationship will be between us until I fly back across the Narrow Sea to rule in Meeren with both of my dragons. I understand that family marriage is not a custom in the North however for him to react like this after time and part away from me is all I need to know.
I understand his silence; I will keep him at arms’ length. I will sail away from this fucking land. I take a moment to collect my thoughts in choosing my next words carefully in this wretched silence.
“You will go now, King Stark. That is all I need from you.”
I listen to him still in the tent. I can feel him looking at me even though my back is to him. Jon finally leaves the tent and I am alone in here. I go over to the roaring fire to lean my head against the altar. My eyes go down to my stomach to know that my child being raised away from the land of Westeros is what is best at the end of this. I will do right by my children; nothing and no one will stop me from doing this.
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Desert Fox’s POV
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I overhear all that is spoken between them. I can feel the pain Queen Daenerys is in. She is a Queen however the life of a royal is lonely. She wants to hold onto someone that she loves and loves her in return. She wants love with Jon Stark but he does not love her in return. He truly is a fool for not loving her; no matter his reason.
I quietly slip away but the Winter Fox and Ophidian Fox is at my horse. They wait for me to return in the report of their conversation. I shake my head no. My leader rests her hand on her forehead in disappointment and sadness. I pat my horse as she eats her food, recovering from the battle. My leader has much to worry about but this one seems to weigh on her the most.
“You seem rather taken by all of this. Is there anything I can do to lift your worry?”
“We need to help Jon Stark to get past the one issue holding him back from Daenerys.”
“But from what you told me, there shouldn’t be any issue and there is no more time for this between them.”
“No, there is not which is why I wanted to see how you and your sister would feel if you stepped forward.” The Winter Fox says in folding her hands together.
My sister and I look to one another in shock that she considered our council. We are more than ready to step forward. And the worry about possible political issues to the Iron throne will fade away like whispered smoke for Queen Daenerys.
“I will only agree to this if both of you are ready. I do not fully trust the Seven Kingdoms if you are to step forward. It took the Great War of the Long Night for them to support Queen Daenerys and turn against Cersei Lannister. Whatever decision you make, the Foxes of the Sunset Sea will support you no matter the choice always.”
My sister and I are more than ready to do this. We considered this for years ever since the first letter of Daenerys and her dragons stood amongst the ashes of the pyre for her husband, Khal Drogo. My sister and I go hand in hand in our decision as our eyes gaze at our leader.
“We are ready.” We say together in union.
She comes, embracing us both in a hug. We hug her as tight as we can because she saved us. She raised and taught us everything we knew. She is not our birth mother but a mother, mentor and guardian to us. We would not be where we are without her and if this goes wrong or right, she stands or falls with us.
“I love you both so much.” She stifles a few sobs under her mask to us.
“And we love you. We owe all we have to you.”
“I may have pointed you in a direction however the rest was all of you. And now the whole world will see it. The woman and man you are will leave a mark in history. Your family legacy is a line of great warrior Queens and Kings. You will continue the legacy into a better and greater future as does Daenerys. But most of all, your mother would be so proud of you. She loved you both so much. It broke my heart when she kissed you both on your heads before fleeing. However she knew both of you would live and go in greatness.”
I am moved by her words of our mother as tears begin to fill my eyes. I press my lips together still missing her after all these years. The three of us embrace together knowing everything is about to change for the better or for the worse of it. Although, we have the Foxes of the Sunset Sea at our backs help to settle our nerves and much more.
“Go and prepare yourselves, my Foxes. And get the ceremony prepared for William. He will become one of us, a Fox once we see with our own eyes his fighting skills.” We bow to her and our leader, The Winter Fox sends us off to send the message needed for what we need to do next.
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Jon’s POV
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I walk out of the tent unable to process how I am feeling and how I was not able to answer her when she needed an answer the most. I exhale in feeling helpless; the sadness growing within me. I truly do not know what to do or how to explain the things I am feeling. I do love Daenerys and I want to be there for her as best as I can. She wants more but I do not know if I can give her more knowing what we know about my identity.
I do want her in my life because she is the only family I have on my father’s side. But after the things we shared and did, my true identity has turned our love into a wicked game. A wicked game I cannot get out of my mind. I think about her lips against mine, how good she feels in all ways a man feels a woman and her legs wrapped around me to keep me from leaving the bed. I think about her face, eyes and smile the most. She makes me feel things I never thought I could feel that it almost feels like a dream that never stopped. I never felt this way before.
I did not want to fall in love after Ygritte but it all changed with Daenerys. I did not want to fall in love with her but I did the moment I looked at her as she watched her dragons flying over Dragonstone after she returned facing the Lannister army. I bury my face in my hands thinking that I slept with my aunt and I am in love with her but I cannot say the words out loud. It truly has become a wicked game.
My eyes go over to see Tormund, Ed and what is left of the Freefolk and the Night’s Watch by a large fire to stay warm. I walk over to them slowly when Tormund greets me first. I smile in how he calls me ‘little crow’ and I sit next to him. I am given food and water to eat as I watch more wood get added onto the fire to keep it going in the coldest winter storm.
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Brienne’s POV
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I walk beside Jaime and Bronn as Theon is walking hand in hand with Sansa. I exhale in all that happened. I know Sansa is still not able to talk from what that Fox did to her. Sansa is right about all she informed us about the Foxes and Daenerys. I honestly do not know how others will believe it since the Winter Fox took the blame for the deaths of the people in the North.
We found a warming fire with others. I stand next to Jaime thinking I would never see him again after the Dragonpit. And here he is in the North of all places. He truly did fuck loyalty and left Cersei in King’s Landing. He is the man I believed him to be as I give a small smile to him.
“What are you smiling about?” He asks me since he has never seen me smile.
“You fucked loyalty.”
He nods his head and responds back, “I fucked loyalty. It feels good aside from the dagger eyes all around me.”
“What did you expect, Jaime fucking Lannister?” Bronn says before having a drink.
“Why is everyone saying that like ‘fucking’ is my middle name?” He lets out in frustration.
“It may as well be with how often people said it at the sight of you.” I chuckle to realize how often people do say it like it is his middle name.
“We should make it the call for him. Jaime Fucking Lannister. Jaime Fucking Lannister!” Bronn shouts like he is calling a dog while we start laughing at him.
“I am regretting this immediately.” Jaime groans that this is happening to him.
“Jaime Fucking Lannister!” Someone shouts his name.
Our eyes go to see who said it and it is Tyrion smiling at the sight of his brother. Jaime walks over to his brother and kneels down as they hug one another. I doubt they ever thought they would see one another again. Tyrion pats his brother on the back before Jaime stands up. Tyrion comes over to join us at the warming fire.
“Sansa, are you able to talk yet?” Tyrion questions.
She shakes her head no as she grips onto her arm like it is hurt. I go over to check on her but she shakes her head no like she is fine. However I need to speak to her about the red witch while we have a chance. I know now is a good time while everyone is recovering.
“Let’s take Lady Sansa into the tent, Theon. I will be back shortly. I demand to hear the story of how you fucked loyalty, Jaime fucking Lannister. And Tyrion, keep it going while I am gone.” I say with a slight smirk to him.
“Bone chilling demand, Brienne of Tarth. Time for me to drink and keep things going.” Tyrion says as he gives a big smile in continuing the joke along before he grabs a drink, ready to get drunk.
I know he certainly will. We walk back to Podrick’s tent and I ensure we are alone while Sansa checks on Podrick. He is still asleep from the milk of the poppy they gave him to dull the pain of his wound. He is going to have a nasty scar on his arm but he will wear it with honor in surviving.
Theon and Sansa sit down across from the bed Podrick is in. I stand before them knowing they are not going to like this but whatever the red witch has to say, it needs to be heard with everything going on. And after what has happened, none of us are getting anywhere close to Daenerys with all the power she has.
“I know you will not understand or how this happened and this will be madness. However it is something we need to know from whatever she has to tell us.”
“What is going on?” Theon asks as fear creeps on them.
“I followed the Foxes earlier when more survivors came. I stayed longer to hear the Foxes talk and it is something about the Night King remaining in Winterfell. They wondered why he would be there rather than going after Arya and Bran. Then they stopped speaking in the common tongue when they possibly heard me. They left and that is when the Red Witch, Melisandra approached me.”
Sansa attempts to speak and her voice is very rough, hoarse. Theon tells her not to speak until she is truly able to. But Sansa refuses and takes her time asking, “What… did… she… want?”
“She did not fully tell me except that it involves of the lives and safety of the Starks once the Long Night is over. She said she needed to speak to one of the Starks. I am aware that Arya will not speak to her. Jon swore he would hang her as a murderer if she ever came back North. Melisandra is prepared to die but she said that she will be needed at your side with what the Night King has planned next. And that Sansa is perhaps the one that can prevent what is to come.”
“Did she say anything else? And more importantly, can she be trusted?” Theon questions so Sansa does not have to speak.
“She did not say anything else and she cannot be trusted. However she is a dying woman with nothing to lose. Sansa Stark is losing everything by the works of the Foxes and the Dragon Queen. What else could Sansa lose in hearing what she has to say?” I speak honestly to them.
Sansa is thinking in my words when she nods her head to me and Theon. She wants to meet the Red Witch and we will be going with her for her safety. I tell Theon to remain with her as I will get horses. I manage to see that there are two horses freshly taken care of and ready to ride at any moment. I see it is horses from one of the other houses, not Dothraki or Unsullied.
I grab the horses before anyone noticed they are gone. Theon rides with Sansa and I ride on another horse. We slip away before any noticed and go to where the Red Witch will be waiting for us. I do not like this however if it helps Sansa Stark with her power in the North, I will do what she commands of me by my oath to her mother, Catelyn Stark.
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Daenerys’s POV
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I take off my mother’s crown, placing it on the flamed lite table behind me. I am so deep in my head when my thoughts stop when I feel his fingers brushing through my hair standing next to me. I lean my head back to know it is Daario. I feel his body against mine as the smell of him returns to me. Daario loves me unlike Jon and he will do anything for me. I need that now more than ever.
I turn around to face Daario and he sees the heavy weight on me. He cups his hands around my face, admiring me as he always did. Tyrion advised me not to bring him with me to Westeros. I rest my head onto his shoulder realizing I should have brought him with me, not listening to Tyrion about him. Daario rests his head on top of my braided hair.
“I am here, Khalessi. I am here…” He whispers to me.
I wrap my arms around him as he comforts me. I wish I could no longer love Jon and love Daario the same way he loves me. Maybe I can in time and he can win over the people of Westeros to be my husband. Daario does not care to be King or consort of Westeros or Meeren. He just wants me and he can lead an army for me no matter where he is. I want him at my side from now on.
“I am so sorry about your dragon, Viserion.” He softly tells me.
“He died fighting for me and now he is a slave to the Night King, Daario.”
“Then I will shatter the Night King.”
I give a small smile in his devotion to avenge Viserion and face the Night King. But after seeing the Night King up close, Daario will not last long in a fight against him. Jon nearly died fighting him. He would be dead if it was not for the Foxes intervening when they did. I cannot lose Daario to the Night King.
“Part of me wants you to but the Night King is unlike anything we have faced. I only want as many of us to survive then sail back to Meeren when the Great War is finished.”
“Back to Meeren? What about the Iron Throne?”
“The Iron Throne does not matter so great to me anymore. I want to be in a place I am loved. And I can still do more good across the Narrow Sea.”
“You spoke of Westeros like it was your home. What changed?” Daario asks me in confusion of how I speak now compared to our last conversation.
“It took coming to Westeros to realize that Meeren is my true home now. I will change Westeros in cleansing the sins of my family in this war alone. When I go back to Meeren, Westeros will be left to their own sins.”
Daario embraces his hands around mine in my words when he tells me, “Good. Whatever you need, I am here for you.”
I shake my head in relief that he is still with me after everything. I wrap my arms around him again in the solid future of us going back to Meeren once all of this is finished. I just need to speak to Gendry Baratheon in the hopes he will take the Iron Throne and an ironclad treaty with me; an alliance across the narrow sea between us will do some good especially in trading.
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Tyrion’s POV
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Bronn and I continue to mess with Jaime about fucking to be his middle name. He exhales that we are still going with this until we hear someone shouting in how these weapons got damaged so easily. The Foxes have surrounded one of the stations where weapons are being repaired.
We go over to see what is going on. I manage to get through when Jaime, Bronn and I drop our mouths in what we are seeing with our own eyes. We see the blacksmith and weapon designer of the Foxes of the Sunset Sea is a dwarf and a woman.
She has brown eyes that are intense that could cut down any man with one look. She has long, dark brown braided hair like a warrior with armor on like the rest of the Foxes, ash and oil on her face of making weapons. I can see that she is not afraid to speak her mind, get her hands dirty and kill anyone that disagrees with her work. She takes the high-power crossbow to check it over and she hands it back to the Desert Fox.
“Is it as I promised?” Her voice is sharp, witty yet out of this world terrifying and beautiful to hear.
“Yes. All I can do is pull the trigger and hold on. It is the work of a genius with massive talent, Athena.” The Desert Fox says in a flirting way to her.
“Oh, stop it otherwise I will want to go for a spin with you.” She says with a smile on her face to the Desert Fox.
The Desert Fox kisses the top of her hands before walking away with his crossbow. She continues working until she sees me. She sighs almost in disgust at the sight of me. “Oh bugger me. I finally meet Tyrion Lannister. You certainly drink but you do not know all things.”
My eyes narrow at what she said to me. “You do not even know me and I know more than others.”
“True. You are no idiot unlike others in the world. The dwarves of the world like you and I are use to people’s idiocy. At least it beats the hell out of actually being an idiot.” She spits fire right at me.
I could honestly say I met the woman of my dreams. I cannot resist in smiling at her. Athena sees my smile and appears taken back in why I am smiling at her for no reason. Bronn, Jaime and others are watching this take place but I do not care. They see I have met my match in all ways I never thought were possible.
“What?” She questions in her sexy voice.
“Care to go for a spin?” I say without hesitation.
She looks down to check for the potential spin with me before fully turning around. I smile to know that she did not say no. Some have their mouths open in what just happened while Bronn is chuckling. I eye him curious to know why he is reacting like he is.
“What is so funny?” Athena directly asks Bronn.
“Nothing; I am just happy to be here.” Bronn cannot resist saying this like he is watching the greatest show of his life.
I do not blame him because the sight of her alone shows that she is beautiful, intelligent as she takes each of their weapons and fixes them like the snap of fingers. Athena is self assured and she is exploding with raw sexiness that I wish I could jump her right here. But I would rather not do that in front of everyone unless she is into it.
Some of the others are staring at something behind us. We see it is the Foxes we already know. They come forward with their weapons for Athena. She looks upon the spear to see it needs sharpening and a portion that is not made of valyrian steel is bent out of shape.
“Did the dead fuckers stand a chance against my weapons?”
“Hardly any aside from the Night King and the Others themselves.”
“My weapons are not perfect enough but this will level the war.”
She points to dozens of filled barrels that some does not know what is inside it. I walk over when I recognize a smell I never thought I would come across again. But I notice that it is not the green color I know of it; it is a light blue. I turn around to see how crazy the Foxes must be if they have this here.
“Wildfire…”
“Yes. It is one of the things Targaryens have done is creating genius weapons and wildfire is one when used properly in war; the substance melts wood, stone, steel and of course, flesh and was a key to the Targaryen power after the dragons nearly went extinct. You were a genius and talented to use it on Blackwater Bay against Stannis Baratheon’s fleet.”
“Is this wildfire used to blow Winterfell?” One of the free folk men that were in the tent approaches to recognize the barrels.
“Yes however those are made with my touch. I made some adjusts to wildfire. My wildfire is only set off when a fire sets it ablaze and given a few moments longer before it explodes.” Athena says with pride in her work.
I do wonder how a large part of Winterfell was blown away like it was. I thought it was one of the dragons but wildfire will certainly do the damage with enough barrels filled of it. This woman, Athena is something else entirely. I am taken by Athena in the short time being around her.
Suddenly Athena stops her work and bows her head to someone behind me. I turn around to see the Winter Fox walking this way. The Winter Fox walks up to Athena. “What shall I forge for you, my Queen?”
“Forge neck armor.”
“Yes, my queen.”
“Please allow Gendry Baratheon to learn under your way while we are here. He is a good blacksmith but under our ways, he will become even greater.” The Winter Fox says to her then points directly at Gendry sitting by a fire with Arya.
“Yes and it will preserve our ways in another.” Athena speaks to in the noble ways of how they forge weapons like it is their heritage of a throne.
“Gendry Baratheon!” The Winter Fox announces for all to hear and to get his attention. Gendry looks right at her. The Winter Fox motions for him to come. He stands up when the Winter Fox raises her voice, “Bring your hammer!”
Gendry does not waste time coming over with his hammer in hand and Arya Stark at his side. The Winter Fox extends her hand toward Athena. “Gendry Baratheon, this is our Armorer Fox, Athena. She is our top forging and armorer. She even made a more advanced crossbow and the armor of the mighty dragon, Drogon.”
He is filled with wonder to see the work station of Athena to make and repair weapons. “The crossbow that the Desert Fox carries?”
“Yours truly.” Athena grins to Gendry.
“Where do you want me?”
“I like him already. Give me your hammer and start making a breast plate while I see what adjustments can be made to it. The size of the breast plate is at the top of the left page in my book.”
Gendry hands her the hammer and starts working right away. Athena admires the craftsmanship of the hammer done by Gendry himself. She seems pleased with his work on it but if Athena is the top Armorer Fox the Winter Fox says she is, she will certainly make changes to it all the same.
“Is she a good fighter?” Bronn asks out of humor.
I open my mouth ready to say something but the Winter Fox chuckles to Bronn even asking that question about Athena. Jamie and I fear what is going to happen to Bronn so we take a few steps back to get out of the way. Bronn sees us move wondering why we bothered moving.
Suddenly he is knocked on his ass and bashed in his stomach by a forging tool. Athena took him down before he even realized it happened. Bronn groans in agony as Athena stands over him like she just took a sweet treat from a baby.
“Never ask that about any Fox, Bronn.” The Winter Fox says in the entertainment that has happened.
The Winter Fox takes a step over Bronn and walks away. Jamie and I cannot resist in letting out a laugh of what happened to him. Bronn struggles to get up while Athena starts working with Gendry Baratheon. My eyes look to Athena and for a brief moment, she returns her gaze to me. I wonder what else Athena can do. I do hope to go for a spin with Athena to find out.
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Sansa’s POV
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We ride away from camp, deep into the winter woods. I do wonder what this Red Priestess has to say to me. I only encountered her a few times before the Battle of the Bastards happened. After that, Jon banished her from the North. She apparently put a child to death in the hopes the death would make way for Stannis Baratheon to take Winterfell with the Lord of Light they followed.
And the worst of it is that it was the daughter of Stannis Baratheon. Stannis Baratheon allowed for his daughter to burn with the help of this red witch along with many more dark twisted things before Stannis traveled north.
We ride through the deep snow until we reach a part of the woods when we all stop hearing a horse close by. Brienne and Theon draw their swords, ready to fight and defend me. Our eyes study the area when a horse carrying a woman comes forward. I see it is the red witch with a pleased look on her face to see me.
“Lady Sansa Stark, I am pleased that you came. You will be interested in the information I have to tell you.”
I try to speak but the sharp pain of talking hurts too great. I place my hand on my throat when Theon tells the Red witch that she will have to speak to them for now. Melisandra does not question it when she brings her horse forward.
“Before I give you what information I know, there is something that needs to be acknowledged.”
I wonder why she is getting closer to me when she grips onto my arm. I attempt to pull away but she does not let go. Brienne orders Melisandra to let me go. And before I could stop her, she pushes up my sleeve to reveal the one thing that I was hoping to not reveal. The ice hand prints of the Night King on my arm, his mark on me!
Brienne and Theon are shaken by the sight of it on my arm while Melisandra did not react to it one bit. She brushes her fingers across the mark and it hurts from her touch. I rip my arm away from her in fear of what is going to happen to me now that they know. Their eyes see me like I am already a dead woman.
“Sansa…” Theon whimpers in horror.
“She has the mark of the Night King. He has chosen her to be the Night Queen now. It has already begun and there is nothing that can be done to stop what is coming now.” Melisandra whispers in lost hope.
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Author's Note - Hey everyone. I hope this chapter was a good and fun chapter to read. This will be the last set of new characters to be introduced into the story. There is a lot of characters as it is to keep up without the ones I have added or brought back into the story unlike the tv show did.
Onto the new chapter known as Athena, Armorer Fox. I had fun writing her and there is no one else that would be her than Meredith Eaton. I remember her on the tv show, House MD. And her role in her episode brought inspiration to this character. I hope you enjoy her character. I am going to let Tyrion and Athena have some fun together.
The next chapter is being written up along with the author notes on the characters of Houses in Game of Thrones. I have to go through their history and story without giving too much away in case anyone reads the books and/or watches the show.
I hope everyone is doing well. Much love to everyone. XOXO - Faith Hammett
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