Boring intro part: Hi! I'm fairyofsnow, and this is my first "real" fanfiction. It's Game of Thrones, set in the modern day. I appreciate constructive criticism, but please NO FLAMING. Tell me what you think in the reviews! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

"Didya hear, Ygritte?" Sansa asked excitedly, nearly bouncing up and down in her seat.

I sighed. Sansa Stark was like a little child-innocent and endearing, but bound to get on your nerves sometimes.

"Yeeees?" I replied, purposely stretching out the word to show my irritation.

Sansa didn't notice; she continued to jabber on. "So, Ygritte, you know Tyrion was fired last month by Mr. Lannister and now they're getting a replacement. He's coming today! I can't wait!" she squealed loudly. I could feel the glares from the other cubicles of hirelings.

"A new guy?" Daenerys asked, raising her eyebrows devilishly. "I wonder if he's hot?"

This kind of inquiry was typical for Daenerys Targaryen-young, headstrong, gorgeous, but very capricious.

Sansa laughed nervously.

"You shouldn't say that! Daenerys, you're married!" I chided.

"Hizdahr's old and boring. He won't mind. He knows about Daario," she reminded me, flipping her white-blond hair over her shoulder.

"It's wrong," I insisted.

On an afterthought, Daenerys added, "You're such a prude, Ygritte! You haven't dated anyone in, like what, five years?"

She was close, but I didn't want to let her in on that.

I liked Daenerys in my own way, but sometimes she could be a total bitch. I gritted my teeth. I wasn't beautiful like her-slim and blond with dazzling purple eyes-and she knew it.

"I could date anyone. I just chose not to," I snapped.

My brusque tone only served to anger her further.

"Oh, really. I'd like to see you try. You have the charm of a dead slug, and a face like a horse," she said cooly.

Now I was furious. Daenerys rarely got worked up, but when she did, it was awful. Sansa and I used to joke that it was like "waking a dragon". However, I'd never had the full power of her hate directed at me.

"You shut up, Daenerys!"

"You know I'm right."

"Like fuck you are!"

"Then prove me wrong, horse-face!"

"Um, guys?" Sansa inquired timidly, "I think I heard someone knock."

Daenerys and I fell silent.

Knock. Knock.

I glared at Daenerys, communicating mutely that this was not over. Then I walked to the door and opened it, a fake smile on my face.

Then I saw him.