This is my own Game of Thrones fan-fic, I am still new to the series so I am trying to understand their characters. Therefore if you are reading and you perhaps do not like 'Andromeda' and her backstory/life and any of the characters I suggest you do not read. I only wish those who are willing to read it and others who do not like the storyline not to. So read only if do not mind the story line. Please and thank you.

I plan on making Jon x Andromeda x Robb x Theon? x Arthur Glenmore x Asher Forrester

and possibly more though I am unsure of the pairing I plan on having as a finale.

P.S - There will be LOTS of LEMON or Smut?

Andromeda

Chapter One

Many believed her birth was a curse others believed it was a blessing from the Gods, with such a young and untamed power, people would soon call her the rightful Queen to the throne. Only she was known to be the 'special one' or other words, the Chosen One. As she was the one who rode the Sunset Sea and is favored by the Gods, her power shows that she is a seeker of peace though is ruthless as a Direwolf in battle. Many seek her powers and would attempt to cut her down, she has proven to be stronger and soon will meet her final match and would end the undying war, for she is the Chosen one.

The trees blew gently in the mid-day winds where the sounds of people laughing and rejoicing echoed into the skies, in the middle of the town a villager had sat on the highest log where the children gathered around the brewing fire, curiosity filling their young and bright eyes. The parents of the village had laughed quietly among themselves seeing the burning interest in their eyes, something that was common for children at their age.

Midnight had struck on a common tradition were the elders had provided the youths with ancient stories that were carried down from generations to generations, these stories had often contained prophecies that were ancient as much as the Gods, when the customs or traditions in a village it had always been a given for stories to be told to either fool the children or to encourage them. The voices of the young ones became quiet as the elder man cleared his throat, "is there a story you children would like to hear?" He questioned lightly with a light smile on his thin lips.

A young girl's hand rose up with speed resulting in some of the parents laughing, she grinned brightly her light brown curls bouncing as she did so, "I wanna hear about Queen Andromeda!" The rest of the children cheered along, her name was like a saviour to them, on the tales and history passed around Queen Andromeda was known for many things her flawless but yet piercing beauty, her gentle kindness, her mindful intelligence and even her ability to dance with swords, though this woman was a gift that was straight from the Gods and was blessed with powers that no one have seen before.

The man rubbed his beard light as he took a deep breath, the midnight air brushing against the exposed arms of people as they came closer together the warmth slowly being shared around to each other, "the legend says that a woman of power existed, one with such beauty it stung the hearts of many and with powers that allow people her to call her God's gift." The children's lips parted as the ashes from the flames danced in the air mixing with the gray smoke.

His eyes flickered around the group of children, "they say the people from the unexplored continent, further than the stretch of the waters and passed the sunset sea, rules a kingdom more powerful than all seven kingdoms strength. There had ruled a family called the Millicent, this family was strong both physically and emotionally, which is thriving in our country now. In this kingdom it was filled with happiness along with the people in and out of it, people were peaceful and strong and remained happy for many centuries." His gaze hardened for a moment.

The air became still, "till one day enemies from the Millicent's had risen and with forbidden and unknown magic they created monsters, White Walkers, this had killed and slain many innocent lives destroying families and homes. The family of Millicent had three children, two boys, and one girl, the girl had been the youngest of them all and was the purest, many in the kingdom had called her an angel for the way she acted and was perceived, though on the night of the White Walkers being created she had become a new person." The air was tighter as the tension for the next life became more urgent.

The children clenched their fist, "the young girl had been angered by what was happening and wanted to help her father and older brothers, with this mindset she escaped to the bloody battlefield of corpses and blood, and that was where she watched her father killed." He took a deep breath, "she has lost control, her emotions and the power no one had knew escaped her control and everything had spiraled out of control. She had killed the White Walkers with simple mind control and the fire she bared within her, this had resulted in her brothers being shocked but quickly took her away, the White Walkers had all been killed but still roamed the lands and await the final battle to come." The children cheered at his words.

He smiled at this action, "it was then she received a prophecy one that spoke of her fate of her kingdom in her hands and would soon be the world as well, this prophecy seems to be a mystery to many since it is not known therefore we cannot determine if it is for good or bad. Though after getting her powers the young girl changed, she still remained kind-hearted but wanted to be strong for her people and that was when she began to learn more about her powers and would be granted one for every two years of her birthday." Sounds of amazement echoed around the area.

Softly laughing he continued, "in order to gain peace in her country with her passed father. She promised her mother and two older brothers to have the kingdom to its previous glory and peacefulness. She had discovered something one night in her room, learning of a place called the Westeros, and the stories about the White Walkers residing in the cold North. She then decided to cross the Sunset sea in order to find the answer to the White Walkers past but little did she know how much her powers and her being the Queen of her kingdom over the eighth kingdom, she was someone of power." The children leaned forward the story peeking the highest interest.

The wind blew lightly as the fire still brewed, "some even say that a woman has graced many with her presence and manages to cleverly get everything she wants in the kingdoms, but she also is well-known among the villages and is worshiped like a God. Most people come to say that she is the true ruler of the eight kingdoms an-" A scream echoed in the cold air making everyone look to the sound, fear rising in their throats as they watched a woman being held with a knife against her throat.

Screams echoed along as more women were grappled and men were threatened with swords, the large group of fearing men dressed in rough clothing but decorated with several kinds of weapons on their body. It was clear that these men held no remorse and were bandits that were frowned upon, "give us all of the women!" A man holding a sword claimed roughly around the group of children and elders, the eldest man, Kreig, stood tall and held power in his stance.

He was a brave man and was always strong when he believed something no matter the cost, this was something he had learned from his father as it was passed down for generations and generations, he stood tall as a bandit approached him with a sword and a glee-filled smirk, "leave us alone." Krieg spoke bravely his chest puffing out as he glared at the bandit approaching him. Kreig gulped tightly feeling the steel pressed against his neck, he curled his fists staring at the man.

The children huddled together as the woman had their eyes filled with wild tears, this village was very small and was known for nothing but their ability to produce minor supplies to the army and if this village was killed off they would all fall into the abyss where no one would search for them. Krieg found that the fact the existence of this town was small and would easily disappear without knowing, meaning this town would always have to rely on their own strength.

The angered bandit then spoke again as he roughly pushed the woman to the ground, her hands curling into the ground as her younger sister fled over to her, the bandit with a scar that ran from his eye to his mouth smirked at Krieg, "get him on his knees." The other bandit quickly forced Krieg onto his back by kicking him, the older man dropped and attempted to get up though he gasped sharply feeling the pain of a foot on his head forcing him to bow his head to him.

Laughter filled the air and was soon roaring over the prickling sounds of the fire, "I shall be the Lord of this village then." More roars of laughter echoed, "I will have all the women and let us drink all the wine we want." Krieg attempted to look up but was pushed harder into the ground, the sounds of heavy thumps echoed around Krieg turned his face to the forest hearing the thumps over laughter, his chest rose with anticipation, he couldn't help but have the thought of being saved.

Out from the forest, the wild crazed animals that dwell in the North had rushed out angered, Direwolves, many of them as well angry spilled from their eyes as they attacked the bandits, throwing themselves at them without hesitation. Direwolves were considered a myth amongst Krieg's knowledge and was never spotted for many years, his breath became heavy as the largest Direwolf had ripped the arm of the bandit who pointed the sword to Krieg, the head bandit looked terrified as he attempted to kill the unique animals.

"Halt." The sound was hypnotizing as the three figures gently came from the forest, they appeared as darkly hooded beings though it was easy to identify two as males and one as a woman. The woman walked with power and confidence, the Direwolves then began to move towards her after massacring the bandits, her chest protruding showing she held curves and her soft ivory skin that seemed to be mesmerized by all the men. She took a deep breath eyeing the bandits, Kreig then slowly found his way onto his knees only looking at the woman in amazement.

She stepped forward again, "bandits I see." Stopping in her steps she eyed the man with the scar, he trembled with his weapon seeing the authority she held was simply impossible to counter. The bandit flickered his eyes over to his men, "what are you waiting for, kill her!" He shouted, his voice ringing in the ears of many. One of the men behind her quickly stepped forward and with eased beheaded the man in quickly seconds, his stance remained broad and tall as he quickly placed his sword into his scabbard, the act was violent against the children though it was justice for many.

The head bandit was trembling wildly as the Direwolves circled him, "hurting the innocent is a cowardly act, one I do not approve of." She began to walk the Direwolves following her every step, it was evident that these strong beings were loyal to her, she stopped in front of the man and watched as his fellow bandits appeared to be scared. The woman had tear-streaked faces but looked at her with admiration, "you are only a woman!" He released a loud shout, her plump lips curled as the man rushed towards her, the Direwolves growled ready to attack the man.

She simply raised her hand and stopped them, the bandit locked eyes with her and felt his heart being frozen as the woman had quickly taken his own sword from his hands and placed it on his neck, the bandit could see her eyes, they looked to be so blue which held many emotions but all he could feel was the cold, the cold of being frozen to death by a women he doesn't know. His heart was in his throat as he stared at the woman, feeling the life being sucked from him.

The beautiful figure of the women stood tall with power and authority as if she was born with it, "show me mercy." The man begged her hopelessly, the woman looked over to the next women frozen on the ground as her sister was curled in her arms crying. She handed the sword to the girl, "this isn't my justice. This is yours." The girl bit the inside of her lip as she stared at the figure of the woman, she hesitated but reluctantly took the sword, the weight in her hands was newly found and unnatural to her.

She slowly stood up, the strands of her blonde hair loose and her dark brown eyes wild and bloodshot, she looked to the hooded woman for advice though she stood still and remained docile with the Direwolves standing by her side. She huffed as she looked down at the man, her hands trembling around the handle of the sword, she let out a grunt as she kicked him in his side, he groaned as he toppled over onto his side, the wolves around him growled as they stalked closer to him.

The girl curled her lips, "y-you get out of the village." She shouted, her voice was shaken as she stared at the bandit who didn't act until the Direwolves growled at him and the rest of the bandits. Quickly the group of men dashed into the forest with the creatures chasing them out, the girl immediately rejoiced with her sister as everyone hugged and cried into each other arms. Krieg then managed to get to his feet as he looked at the hooded woman, "w-who are you?" He asked. Many questions wished to spill passed his crack lips though nothing but curiosity and amazement was shown in his exhausted eyes, the woman's plump lips upturned as she smiled lightly.

The two hooded men gently pulled their hoods down revealing the fresh and young handsome faces, "my Grace we must move along." The taller one spoke with gentleness in his tone as you could see another emotion other than loyalty in his eyes from the way he looked at her. Krieg gasped, she was someone of power, "p-please. Let us thank you for saving us." He pleaded, he wanted to know this woman to return her the favor whether it was in supplies or food he wanted her to leave content.

She easily glided over to him as she watched from distant eyes of the fresh wound on Krieg's hand, Krieg hissed lowly clenching his teeth as the wind gently blew. The woman had reached to his side in seconds, she touched his arm and with shock and surprise the man watched as he wound then began to close and heal, she then quickly began to walk away. He wasted no time in standing to his feet and wanting to give his thanks, "p-please let me thank you." He spoke, the people around him gasped in amazement as they looked to his wound.

The little girl spoke, "Queen Andromeda, stay please." The woman stopped in her steps at the young girl's words, while the young soldier by the woman's side began to draw his sword, she easily stopped him as she turned to the young girl slowly. Her lips in a thin line, "it appears that you know of me." She looked down to the young girl with interest, seeing as she bravely stood in the middle of Direwolves and smiled at her, she released a light breath as the wind gently pushed her hood away.

The air around her became still as the people had intake her mesmerizing looks, her hair fluttered from her hood as the thick ebony curls fell past her busty chest, her lips curled in amusement as her eyes took the breaths of many away. Her eyes brighter than the purest waters of the oceans had shone in the dark light, it was electrifying blue, to the point it made you fall in love with the woman. She let out a low breath, "strange that you know of my existence." She mused looking at the young girl.

Krieg gasped, "it is you." His eyes widened, the young girl rushed towards her tugging on her dress, "you are going to stay!" She cheered, Andromeda smiled lightly crouching down towards the young girl, she called forth a Direwolf, "Crystal." Her tone gentle as the wolf slowly curled her face in the hands of the Queen, the wolf was a pure white but sported a single spot of black on her right eye, the wolf curled around her hands enjoying the feeling of her gentle hands.

The young girl laughed, "Crystal is yours as she is yours." The wolf curled around the young girl and licked her face eagerly, the two easily played together quickly. This was her gift of bravery, standing in the middle of a group of Direwolves she feared nothing hopefully having a Direwolf will only encourage her to become stronger. She stood to her feet, "I shall show you to your room, my Lady." One of the women bowed to her, she easily nodded as she followed them along with Direwolves in her steps and her trusty guards.

She breathed out as one of the women stopped the two men, "we have a room for you already." The woman blushed as the young solider scowled softly while the other man nodded in an understanding way, "goodnight your Grace." Her soldiers bid her farewell for the night, she sighed lightly as the door was opened and most of the Direwolves somehow found places to sleep, either in corners, huddles or on the bed, she gracefully stepped into the room taking in her surroundings.

Moving towards the open window she pulled the written letter from within her cape, letting her hand rest outside the window within moments a raven perched onto her wrist. She gently then began to tie the message around the back of the raven. As a young girl, she had always been one with animals and creatures, it was as if they were pulled towards her with this sense of attraction that surrounded her, something that is which unexplainable to many.

The raven tilted its head awaiting her next words, "to the Starks." She calmly spoke as she guided her hand out the wind, the raven let out a noise as it took off with ease, the dark wings fluttering into the dark night and soon gone from her field of view. She sat on the bed feeling as the Direwolves lay around and two laying on her lap, she stroked their fur gently deep in thought. She had sensed that something bad would happen to the family of Starks and wished to prevent it because she loved them dearly.

Closing her eyes she couldn't help but think of the two men, Jon Snow and Robb Stark.

Jon Snow's POV

I released a tight breath upon hearing the news, I stared at my father with wide eyes as he looked at us with grace. His eyes twinkled with relief and happiness as he glanced at the letter, "who is she?" Asked Arya and Bran both intrigued with the words about this woman thrown around. My chest tightened as I recalled the past memories of the graceful girl, her bright smile and was easily favored by all animals, especially becoming close friends with Direwolves including Ghost who had always accompanied her with joy.

Her long beautiful piercing black curls which hadn't learned the ability to be tamed which made her wilder, the unusual powers she held were demonstrated in front of us showing she was beyond different, she was a beauty one that is intelligent, brave, kind and very clever. Somehow after her leaving it had created more of a want and the need for her which was unusual, though it had appeared that my brother as well, Robb Stark had the same wanting for her as well.

Robb's smile lit up brightly as I aimed to hold my smile back, his eyes brightened, "father. When will she be coming?" He asked with urgency, leaning forward in his words, our father lets out a light laugh staring at Robb's reaction. My fingers curled behind my back, "she will be here by morning." Robb grinned as he pulled away, his broad shoulders shook with happiness, "we must hurry then to prepare for her." He turned to me with a bright smile and bumped shoulders with me.

His grin rubbing off onto me, "come to Jon. Let us prepare for her arrival." I watched quietly seeing as my brother had rushed around for the rest of the day ordering servants around and preparing the tableware himself, quietly helping him I pushed the chair in seeing as the steelware was laid out perfectly. The deep sound of my father's voice echoed in the room, "my-my. Look at the two of you." He broadly grinned watching the both of us with bright smiles.

Licking my lips I tucked my arms behind my back as Robb faced our father with a nervous smile, "father. Is she close?" The excitement rolling of off his tongue, who grinned he nodded carefully, "some of our men have gone to escort her." Robb moved towards our father passing him with a bright smile. My father tilted her head, "it appears the both of you seem to cherish her dearly." I bit the inside of my mouth and averted my gaze quickly, I held my hands behind my back hearing as Robb stuttered.

The sounds of heavy footsteps bounce off the wall outside the door and the figure slammed the door open, my eyes darted towards the figure, Bran, he leaned over huffing and panting in between his words as his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Narrowing my eyebrows I heard my father ask, "what is wrong Bran?" He wanders over to him concern lacing in his words, Bran looked up with tired and exhausted eyes, "she is here." My heart leapt in my chest as I stared at the boy, my feet then began to race outside followed by Robb.

Forgetting my furs inside the castle I raced towards the gates getting the suspicious look from some people as they stood there, hearing the loud sounds of horses hooves I felt my heart tightened as the three figures came through the gate. The figure in the front with the darkest horse of them beside this horse three Direwolves rode along with grace and ease, the horses slowly came to a stop as it became easier to identify the people.

My eyes immediately went to the figure, the way she stood tall with the power of her Direwolves standing close beside her as she brushed their fur against her skin for a show of affection, she faced me and then like heaven I froze stood as I locked eyes with the beautiful women. The girl from my past was beautiful but this woman that had stood in front of me beat even the most beautiful goddess, her dress clung to her like a second skin, from the curves of her legs that peeked underneath her dress, her bust was much bigger and he-

Stumbling back I wrapped my arms around her, the sound of her heart echoing in my ear, the smooth curls and the smell of the freshest strawberries teased my nose. Her soft skin felt lovely and she had despite the coldness made my heart race even faster, I held her tightly in my arms enjoying the warmth that freely touched my skin, her face buried into my neck tickling e with her hot breath, I shivered slightly but still held her tightly to my body.

She whispered lowly, "Jon." My name came from her lips like a prayer, soon I was finding myself wanting to hear her call my name in more ways than one, the urge to have her screaming my name became dire and left me absolutely wanting to the point I had felt the hardness in my breaches. She gently pulled away, I watched quietly as her hood slipped down as the plump lips come into view along with her piercing blue eyes that could tear apart a man.

I felt the smile tease of the corner of my lips, "Andromeda." She smiled gracefully as her eyes went over to my shoulder, watching slowly as Robb stopped in front of her, he appeared to be breathless and was taking in the new her. He stepped forward a smile spreading across his lips, he wrapped his arms around her swiftly and tucked his face into her ebony curls, she smiled lightly as she responded with the same action. The flare of jealousy burned in my stomach as I watched the two embraced, besides me stood Theon, "who's that?" He asked.

Remaining my gaze on the two I heard them exchange a few words, "a close childhood friend of ours." He leered forward as he stared at her, "my God. She's b-" I glared sharply at him watching as he silenced himself letting out a light laugh after. My father came forward with a light smile embracing Andonia like his daughter, "you have grown to be very beautiful since I have last seen you." She smiled lightly curtsey as she done so with the bow of her head.

"Your Grace, you are too kind." My father's deep laugh brought a bigger smile to her red lips, "many moons have passed since I last seen the Starks, I hope it wasn't a bother that I have come by." He laughed brushing away the strands of his long hair, "these boys have waited for your next arrival for a very long time." He glanced over to Robb then me, I looked down quickly avoiding her blue eyes as she looked at me with curiosity, "Lady Stark, a pleasure to see you again." She bowed lightly.

Lady Stark let out a light laugh and bowed, "I am simply a Lady, you are a Queen." Andromeda blushed lightly at her words, "please you are too kind." She turned her gaze away only to have Robb next to her side, "it is true. I assume you have a great Queen." Andonia lightly laughed pressing her hand against Robb's arm as an attempt to stop making her blush. Watching as the three Direwolves curled around her legs, "Direwolves?" Robb questioned the three.

She nodded as she gracefully ran her fingers through their thick fur, "yes. When I was leaving for my home before I had found the three." They purred in delight, Ghost sat beside me, he wanted to eagerly go and greet Andonia himself but he idly stood by and waited his turn. Robb cautiously touched one of them, finding that the wolf enjoyed the feeling, "amazing. They are beautiful." He spoke lowly, she smiled looking at Robb, "is that her?" Arya spoke blankly.

I nodded, "it is." I continued to admire her appearance seeing as she demonstrated the gentle traits as before, "looks like a Lady to me." I grinned at her words, "she can act as a Lady and a warrior at times, soon you will see." Arya huffed lightly as she stared at her, my father smiled again as she joked with them, Andonia shivered slightly, Robb and I moved towards her to give her our furs though halted seeing as another man had done so. She looked at him with a gentle smile, "thank you, Thane." His hardened features turned soft as he looked to her.

Curling my fists, Robb shows a similar reaction. "Forgive my rudeness, this is my soldier, Thane." He stood tall, his dark blonde hair matted to his head and his dark brown eyes only seem to show gentleness towards Andromeda. He is tall and broad, it was no surprise that the women around us had gone made at him, another man approached them. He seemed older and sported a gentle smile, "this is my other soldier, Bancroft." He bowed at my father and Lady Stark.

"Pleasure to meet you." He spoke, my father surveyed them well. "Shall we go inside? We are deciding to have a feast." Robb gently took Andromeda's hand in his and guided her towards the feasting area, Thane seemed irritated but trailed after Andromeda and Robb leading three of her own Direwolves to follow in step, Bancroft gave a small laugh as he returned himself over to the horses making sure they were fed. Sighing everyone separated looking down to Ghost who tilted his head I couldn't help but be sadden.

"Looks like I am not the only one."