Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the Game of Thrones and A Song of Ice And Fire franchise. I do, however, own any Original Characters I see fit to create and may make an appearance in this piece of fanfiction.

Summary: Nadya saved the life of an innocent boy and in exchange his priest father promised to send her to a place where she could become happy. At the brink of death she agrees, thinking the man may have meant heaven. Never did she expect she would land into the land of her mother's favorite tv-show, the Game of Thrones. Can she survive the Game of Thrones?

Rating: PG-13 for now

This is a re-write of my original work of Worlds' apart, but I have improved it massively. I hope you all enjoy this first, official, new chapter.

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Nadya Holloway screamed and yelled at the two people standing in front of her; frustration, anger and sadness filled her to the rim. She shouted insults one should never say to their caretakers, but her anger had blinded her. Her mother looked at her shocked, not used to her daughter speaking her mind or being anything other than silent. All of the frustration Nadya had felt the past nineteen years came out and was finally made known. The dam broke and her emotions skyrocketed. Her feelings now had free reign over her as she screamed, yelled and waved around frantically with her hands like she tended to do when agitated- let alone angry.

"Neither of you are ever here anyway!" She cried out, "I'm always on my own! You and mum both are always gone and when, by some miracle, one of you is actually here that stupid series or your work always takes precedence over me, your only child! Why did you even have a child at all if you're not going to spent time with her? What kind of parents are you two?!"

Nadya's father, head surgeon of a successful hospital and one of the best cardiac surgeons out there, stepped towards her. She heard his hand connect to her face before she felt it. The sound of skin connecting to skin and the sting that quickly followed on the right side of her delicate face is what made it so very, very real to her. Had it not been for that she would've thought she was dreaming. Her parents might have neglected her severely, but never had they raised a hand at her. The long-haired beauty's face whipped back towards the older mans' with a speed that proved impressive; she was lucky not to sprain anything.

The man stepped back slowly, knowing very well of the strength his daughter possessed. As a result of multiple kidnapping attempts starting at an incredibly young age, Nadya had taken to martial arts and any ancient fighting styles. Seeking tutors in anything she could imagine, she trained intensely. She had skill with swords and close combat and was adequate at bows, but she exceeded at needles. They were silent, effortless and highly lethal. Dip them in some poison and you had the most perfect weapon, untraceable. Nadya's aunt, Alyssara, had taught her a poison without scent or taste and Nadya had stuck to it. Aunt Ally had married a Japanese man who was supposedly a descendent of an old shinobi family, they took pride in whatever they still had left of said family and taught the tips and tricks to their families. Uncle Takahiro had always loved Nadya like his own and allowed his wife to teach her. Nadya saw them as her parental figures and they would stay with her at the manor whenever they visited England.

Nadya slowly moved in on her father like a huntress would on her prey, her feelings clouding her judgement. Her stunning, but mysterious white hair bounced softly as she stalked forward. Her father was steadily moving backwards, but hit the wall and now had nowhere to turn to. He looked into her golden eyes desperately. Had they not been in the current situation he might have, grudgingly, admitted he had some pride for the creature before him. She was beautiful and Frank could see traces of both himself and his wife in her features. She had inherited his eyes, a curious golden colour, but no one could figure out where the stunning, white hair had come from. His mother had told him it was a family thing, something that only specific individuals had gotten (her own great grandmother Jade had been one of them). So yes, he might have some pride and yes, he loved her, a bit, but what was he supposed to do? Frank loved his job and he never really did want children. Christine had gotten pregnant on accident (truly, he had taken precautions) and had decided she wanted to keep the child. She had regretted it forever, really, and Frank had been left with the thought of 'what if I had gotten her to get rid of it?'

Both Frank and Christine had decided on never having children relatively quickly after the start of their relationship. Their jobs had meant too much to the both of them and they barely had time for each other, let alone a child to raise. A child that, thinking of it actually made him shiver, needed attention. Alas, Christine had gotten pregnant almost a full year after their marriage. Frank's careful planning when it came to protection (he was seriously considering a vasectomy) had failed and unfortunately, one time was all it took and thus Nadya was conceived.

Frank and Christine made sure to be away from home as often as they could. Well, away from Nadya that is. More often than not they spent extravagant weekends at expensive hotels and spa's only because they wouldn't have to take up the responsibility of Nadya's care. They rarely slept at home and Nadya only saw them once a month, sometimes not even that. They gave her money often enough and bought her lavish gifts they would send her, but not once, not even on her birthday, would they give it to her personally. For as long as she could remember, Nadya's birthdays were just normal days on which she would get another unnecessary gift that she would, most likely, throw away or place on the attic where it would gather dust for as long as it existed. Nadya raised herself.

She grew up humble and kind and chose to keep silent most of the time. She didn't like being the centre of attention and preferred sitting on the couch by the hearth with a book. Three times a week a woman would come to clean whatever she herself hadn't cleaned yet and cook meals for the days she wasn't there, making sure that Nadya wouldn't have to do it herself. Nadya understood her parents were busy, she really did, and thus she never asked for more attention or more time. She kept her complaints to herself and supported her parents every time they left the house for god knows how long.

Everything changed after her sixth birthday, however. It was the first time she had been kidnapped. Yeah, Nadya still didn't like talking about it, but it changed her.

The sweet, loving girl she was before was still there, but also made place for a more subdued Nadya. She was more suspicious, critical about whomever she allowed into her life and made sure everyone was thoroughly checked. Her parents had risen to fame and had spent even more time away from the manor and Nadya managed on her own. That didn't mean she wasn't sad about her parents, she was just an expert in hiding it.

Nadya took the final step towards her father and now stood chest to chest with him. She was noticeably short compared to him- he stood at a full 6"2 whereas she barely managed 5"6, but they looked very much alike. She had a lot of her mother, like her figure and smile, but she had his eyes, lips and slightly stern features. He might've imagined her looking more like his wife to keep himself from thinking of her as his daughter too much, but Nadya knew that her facial features were mostly him.

Nadya had always been very much aware of her looks, people would glance at her and be unable of looking away, but no one really dared talking to her. She had always been one of those people that lived in an air of gracefulness, which made it somewhat difficult to approach them. Most people would be in awe of them and it made Nadya feel awful because she really was just as much human as any of them. She wasn't worth more, she wasn't worth less, she was worth just as much.

Nadya was intelligent and prided herself in the fact that she could figure out things on her own. She didn't need the help, she found, as she always did everything alone. She ate alone, showered alone, slept alone… all of it was like a horrible song on repeat. Except for the fact that it was her daily life.

Nadya snarled loudly at her parents. "Never again." She said. "I had hope, however little that might have been, it was hope nonetheless, that perhaps you and mother would change. That the both of you would understand and hold me for a change, be there when I needed you to be and take care of me when I can't take care of myself, but now I see that I was wrong. You two are so wrapped up in yourselves, I cannot possibly imagine how you even remember my name, but no worries. You need not worry any longer. I will no longer be your burden."

Nadya turned on her heels sharply and rushed out of the manor through the still open door, slamming it behind her. The hems of her dress, which was amazingly beautiful, really, flew behind her as she ran down the path leading towards the large, imposing gate that surrounded her home. The Holloway family had just returned from a formal event (some kind of charity thing, Nadya never bothered to ask, really) and she had not gotten the possibility to change quite yet. She had blown up at Frank and Christine as soon as they were in the safety of their home, the familiar walls surrounding her.

She ran through the streets on the high heels she had been pushed to wear, but soon realised it was getting highly uncomfortable and so, slowing down just enough, she took them off, holding them in her hand. She wrapped her arms around herself as she felt the chill of the cold, winter night invading her skin. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks, they were tears of frustration and sadness, but also of disappointment. Nadya never really did cry, but just this once she let herself go.

After walking rather quickly for a while, Nadya slowed down even more, keeping her pace average. She tried to catch her breath and took a few moments standing stull to get back to her normal breathing pattern before continuing on her way. She looked around at the busy people crossing the streets, hurrying to get home to their families. It was Christmas Eve after all.

It was, after a substantial amount of walking, a little while later that Nadya saw what would become her downfall, but also the way to the biggest adventure she had ever experienced. A small, fragile little boy was running onto the street, leaving his father's big, warm hand behind all the while trying to catch the football that had drifted away from him and was now slowly rolling onto the streets. She could see the car speeding towards him, the son of a bastard had seen the child but had not hit the brakes. Nadya's eyes widened and her body started moving before she could possibly comprehend the whole situation. She took off in a full out sprint and ran towards the red-headed boy, gathered him in her arms and grasped him tightly as she felt the car hit her harshly.

Nadya never let go of the little boy snuggling into her warmth. Not as she hit the car, not when she bounced off of it a few times before hitting the asphalt and most definitely not when she stopped moving at all. She couldn't quite explain it, but the pain was horrendous. Every single part of her body was burning in agony, like fire moving through her veins. She couldn't move as the thick, red liquid left her body rapidly and flowed all over her body, the boy and the ground. Her arms never loosening.

Her hearing had disappeared and her eyesight had become blurry. She could hear faint screams and the screeching of tires and she couldn't help but feel glad. Had the man stopped his car? Had he realised his wrongs? The blurry shapes of people appearing in her sight was what made her, reluctantly, relinquish her hold on the little boy in her arms. As he left the comfort of her, she could feel her breathing becoming slower and it took too much effort to even use her lungs at all. Her eyelids became heavier, but she held on and fought. She had to know the little boy was alright.

Murmurs continued and frantic emergency calls were made. A few people kneeled at Nadya's side. They talked to her, tried to keep her awake but Nadya was slowly giving in to the darkness, softly lulling her to sleep. Then, a distinctive male voice filled her mind.

"Thank you." Nadya smiled softly, but unsurely. "For what?" she asked, seeking some sort of information and clarification off the odd intrusive presence. The male hesitated for a short amount of time before taking a deep breath. "You saved my son's life, I am in your debt. Let me help you."

Nadya shook her head from side to side, slowly as pain registered in her mind. She felt like a hazy cloud had entered it and she couldn't quite understand what was happening any longer. "There is no debt amongst us. I simply did something everyone would do, I don't need to be repaid for that." She had already accepted that she wasn't likely to survive this, but a slight hysteria had gotten to her. She had so much to live for, so much left to do. It didn't do well to dwell on the thoughts though, she knew, and so she took a deep breath. Well, deep for her current situation. Her consciousness had already taken a lot at this point and the weight on her shoulders, a weight she had carried for nineteen years, had already become unbearable.

Almost like reading her mind the man let out a deep sigh. He could feel the young woman fading. "I can send you somewhere else where, despite the initial hardships, you will live a happy, content life. I can grant you that happiness." He said.

Nadya frowned slightly, "Who are you?" she asked. It was now becoming harder and harder to answer and understand what the man was saying and she could hear sirens in the vague distance. Or perhaps they were close? Nadya didn't know. Nadya was afraid, yes, but none of that mattered any longer, she was just too tired.

The man, noticing the end was near for the beautiful young girl currently covered in her own crimson blood, spoke just that bit faster. She was moving towards her ending with rapid speed. He has to hurry.

"I'm a medium, a priest of you may. I can help you, make you happy. Please, please allow me to repay the debt I owe you." He knew he sounded somewhat desperate, but he wanted, needed, her to accept. She just had to.

Nadya stayed silent for a while. Perhaps he was speaking of the truth? Would she be happy in the place this man so wanted her to go to? Was it heaven?

"Okay."

She slurred and as soon as she said that, she could feel a calm, tender feeling rushing through her body. She felt something detaching, but couldn't put a finger on what before her entire world turned black.

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She could hear voices, soft and laughing. Her mind slowly cleared itself from the hazy clouds that had occupied it before and she tried to open her eyes. They wouldn't budge, her body heavy and pained. She couldn't move even a single finger. Nadya was exhausted and in pain, she truly was. Her head was throbbing and she could feel something wrong with her left arm. She couldn't see what it was, but it just felt so, so wrong.

"My lady! Lady Daenerys, over here!" a frantic, desperate voice filled her ears. Footsteps came closer and, if she had to guess, Nadya was sure there were two pairs of feet running her way. The feet stopped at her side. Someone crouched down and started poking her body in varying places and Nadya couldn't stifle the heavy groan that escaped from her mouth at the persons' ministrations. It hurt.

Nadya was desperate for the person to stop touching her body as every single touch made her body burn more. The second person, standing on her other side, crouched down as well as a soft gasp escaped the mouth of said person.

"Oh no! Hurry, Mary, go get the men and tell them to bring a stretcher. We need to get her inside." A murmur of confirmation left the person Nadya was pretty sure was called Mary as she stood up and rushed away towards somewhere Nadya did not know of. The person still at her side was softly touching Nadya, stroking her hair in a comforting manner. Another pained gasp escaped from Nadya as a long tear dropped from her closed eyes. She could feel the gentleness in the person's motions.

"Shush now, love. Everything will be perfectly fine. We shall take care of you, you needn't worry."

The sounds of shushing and soft winds war disturbed by multiple feet approaching them. They stopped at her body and placed something down next to her. Hands, trying to be gentle, but failing massively, went under her body and the strength of multiple arms picked her up. A terrifying, pain-filled scream ripped itself from her throat and filled the skies.

It wasn't long until the pain had become too much and her world turned black once again.

No more.

La Douleur Exquise – literally "the exquisite pain" – The particular agony of wanting someone who doesn't want you.

[A/N]

Hello, and welcome back to the magical world of Worlds' apart. I hope all of you have enjoyed this chapter as much as I have enjoyed writing it once again. As you may notice, many changes have been made including names. I also have scrapped most of the chapter explaining Nadya's past as that will be mentioned much more often throughout the story instead of immediately in the beginning. I can also say that my style in writing has changed immensely. I have grown and my writing has grown with me.

I chose to name this first chapter La Douleur Exquise because I felt it was so incredibly fitting in Nadya's current situation. She, somewhere deep down, wanted nothing more than her parents, who in return didn't want her at all and as most of this chapter is written around the bond of these three people, I named it appropriately.

Now, let me know what all of you think of this chapter, okay? Please review, favourite, follow etc. and share it with your friends!

All the Love,

Sarah Anna Riling.