An Author's Note:

Good day! Unless you are, of course, reading this at night… in which case – good night!

I digress.

So this is my latest FanFiction story and is a crossover between the TV shows of A Game of Thrones and The Legend of the Seeker. If you haven't watched either one of those… WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GO WATCH THEM NOW!

Here's a bit of info for you about the way I'm writing this:

1. I'm using the TV shows rather than the books because it is easier. Both of the book series' have extremely complex plots and I would rather not have to spend ages trying to work my story into those plots which I would have to do because I get kind of compulsive about complying with canon. Also Terry Goodkind doesn't want any FanFiction about his books so that wasn't an option.

2. There will be details from the GoT just because there are some bits that aren't in the TV show yet. But I don't think I'll be revealing spoilers – if I do could you let me know and I'll put a spoiler alert up or something.

3. This will ultimately become an AU fic because the LotS characters can't go anywhere without messing things up or being generally badass, both of which would affect the GoT plot.

4. I won't be updating this regularly as I have a number of other FanFics on the go, two of which I'm attempting to update weekly. Not to mention my impending AS Level exams which are a month away and I spent the entire day writing this fic and ironing out any bumps in the plot for the first few chapters. So all in all, if I don't promise to update regularly then I won't be distracted when I do actually get down to revising.

That is all. Thank you for reading (if you did actually read that).

As usual, a massive thank you to both of the authors of the books (George RR Martin and Terry Goodkind) without whom the TV shows wouldn't have been made and I would be down a number of OTPs as well as a FanFic. I take credit for this plot only, everything else belongs to other, better, people.

LittleGuitar94

RICHARD

'Kahlan! Kahlan!' Richard lowered his hands and sunk to his knees on the icy ground. He had been calling Kahlan's name for the past half an hour as he and Cara trudged through the wintry landscape.

'Come on Richard,' Cara ordered, pulling him back to his feet. 'We need to find shelter before this snow gets any heavier.'

'But what if Kahlan and Zedd are still out there?'

'Zedd's a wizard and Kahlan's not an idiot – they'll be fine. We, on the other hand, are vulnerable out in the open, and I don't like it.'

Reluctantly, Richard agreed. He didn't like the idea of leaving Kahlan and Zedd out in the unknown land, but Cara was right: they would freeze if the snow became any heavier.

He didn't even know where they were. One moment, he Kahlan, Cara and Zedd were taking shelter from the strong winds in a wood on the way from the Pillars of Creation, where he and Kahlan had defeated the Keeper of the Underworld, to Aydendril where Kahlan could begin to restore peace to the Midlands. From there they would go on to D'Hara where Richard would become the new Lord Rahl.

They were about a fortnight away from Aydendril when the wind began. They had found shelter in some woods and Richard drifted off to sleep with his arms around Kahlan; calm and contented.

He had barely closed his eyes for a moment before he felt himself thrown up in the air. He couldn't hear over the wind that had found them once more. He could barely open his eyes because they stung so much, but he kept them wide open. He could see the terror in Kahlan's wide blue eyes as her hand slipped in his grasp and her long black hair whipped around her face.

The wind seemed to be trying to separate them, but after so long believing that they could never be together and only recently finding out that they could, Richard wasn't letting go of her so easily.

The muscles in his arms were screaming out for him to give in; he was losing his grip on Kahlan's hand. Richard didn't even know where Cara and Zedd were. They had been on the other side of the camp fire – maybe they had found something to hang onto, they wouldn't have been close enough to hang onto each other like Richard and Kahlan were.

Was it Richard's imagination or had the wind become stronger? Richard felt Kahlan's hand slip further until they were only clinging to each other by their interlocked fingers. Any moment now he would lose her to the wind.

He cried out as her hand was wrenched from his grasp.

'No!' he was spinning, twisting, turning in the air. He saw the tree as it flew towards him. No, as he flew towards it. Was it his imagination or did the tree have a face? He was about to hit the tree regardless. He tensed and covered his head with his arms, waiting for the impact.

When he finally hit something it turned out to be the cold, hard ground. Cara was sprawled not far from him. Falling snow melted on contact with her red leather Mord-Sith uniform.

Richard scrambled to his feet and began to scream Kahlan's name. She had to be somewhere, wherever they were. He barely noticed that his pack and sword were on the floor beside where he had landed.

He grabbed his pack from the floor and belted on the Sword of Truth before surveying his surroundings.

To the north he could make out a wood. To the east he could see nothing, maybe the outline of what could be a road, but otherwise there was nothing obvious. The south was much the same story. To the west there were hills and a shimmering patch that could only indicate a lake or a stretch of water.

'Let's go north,' he told Cara, 'we can wait out this snowfall undercover in the forest and find a settlement in the morning.' He also wondered if he could work out where they were by the trees in the wood – he was a woods guide after all, and night was falling fast.

How was that? Reviews are welcome as too are constructive criticisms :)