And my first GoT fanfiction, It's a Jon/OC story.

I want to send a special thank you to my wonderful beta MrsBates93. She's awesome!

Help with the dothraki:

Annakhat: Stop

Khaleesi, nayat vos remekat: Queen, the girl is awake!

Now I command you to R&R! So now on to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own what you know...thank you...

Present

"Finally you've woken. They were doubting we would get to you in time."

"I…water…"

Sounds…faint ruffling sounds…Need to move…Snow…Liquid…

"Slowly…"

Accent…Strangers…The wildlings…Snow…

Darkness…

There's the sound of birds, the smell of fire and the coldness of winter…These are the three things I can feel right now. There is also something urgent I must do, but I honestly cannot seem to know what it is. Finally opening my eyes, I watch as the fabric of the tent ceiling above me floats in the wind. I will my legs to move out of the cot where I seem to be laying. It hurts, but they never really khastopped me from moving before, and they sure as hell won't stop me now.

"Annakhat!"

An older woman runs inside the tent screaming at me. She tries to push me down, and, unfortunately she quickly and successfully manages it. She mumbles in a strange dialect, one which I don't understand.

"What? I don't understand?" I say looking at her exasperated. She just sighs deeply and motions with her hands for me to stay still to which I nod.

For some time I lay down trying to keep my eyes open for whatever was going to happen as soon as the lady came back. She did come back a little while later followed by a blonde girl.

"Khaleesi, nayat vos remeka," the elderly lady told the blonde, who nods and walks towards me.

"I am Daenery's the Dothraki Queen. You were brought to us as a corpse - beaten and wounded. Do you know who you are?" She had a soft voice, confident; I remember when mine had that tone.

"Annora…Annora de Bos…I think that is my name," I say.

"What happened to you? Do you remember?" Daenery's asked.

"I don't know, I think I was attacked." I answered trying to clear the black fog inside my head.

Her big purple eyes stared at me with a mix of fear and courage. I started to get up and she took a step back. When I finally got up from the cot, I tried to find my balance. It felt like I hadn't stood up in years. Daenery's stood straighter, and even though she was smaller than me, the stance she took made her fill up the tent.

"Yes, you were. We found you lying outside," the Dothraki queen said."You were bruised and bloodied. Your heart was barely beating. I knew that I couldn't leave you behind."

"Thank you," I said nodding.

"Who attacked you? Were you alone?"

"Alone? No…I don't think I was…There was something…Someone…" Suddenly a pain in my head hits me and I start to feel light headed. I feel someone on me as soon as I try to reach something to steady myself. I open my eyes and the blonde female is helping me stand.

"So you were not alone then?"

"No, not alone." I steady myself and she lets go of me. "There was someone…"

"Who?"

I start to remember who it was, why we were attacked, what we were doing, where we were going. Past memories come rushing at me and no Dothraki queen could get to me in time. The blackness takes me and blinds me.

I dreamt of blood, fire and ice. Dreamt of running from someone evil, but whatever I was running to wasn't exactly good either. It was cold and hot at the same time. Happiness and sadness were the same. And suddenly it was gone. I was calm, there was nothing disturbing me. I was the still water in a noble's golden cup.

I don't know how many hours I've slept but when I wake up, I'm fresh and ready to get up. Looking around I remember the same cot and tent I've seen before. I walk outside, the daylight doesn't burn my eyes as much as I expected. Around me, men and women go around doing their daily tasks: most men were doing something withweaponry, and women were either sewing clothes, taking care of horses. What most men would say as being women's work.

"I see you're feeling better." Daenery's says from behind me. Turning around, I start to talk but the sight I see before me stops me from saying anything.

Three dragons walked happily behind the woman. I've never seen dragons in my entire life, no one ever saw dragons now. They were supposed to be extinct.

"Are those dragons? Real dragons?" I ask.

"Yes." The queen said smiling.

"Yours?" I ask again.

"Yes." This time the answer came with a hint of distrust and I shake my head.

"I'm sorry, they're lovely, I've never seen dragons before."

"They are mine," she said once again fiercely and I smile.

"Of course, and yes I'm feeling better."

"Do you remember anything?"

"I do."

"Was there someone with you?" She asks as she starts to walk and I follow her.

"There was…" I hear my own voice falter as the memories come back.

"Who? Are they alive?" The dragon on her neck looked at me and yawned.

I stop dead in my tracks and try to breathe. His screaming voice, the smell of his blood. But is he dead? He must be…I'm sure he is. He's dead…How can he be dead? How could I run away and leave him to die…I left him behind! I abandoned him…I'm a traitor…I should be dead.

"Annora?" Daenery's voice brings me back to the present and I feel the tears slide down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry…"

"So they are dead." Its more a statement than a question.

"He is…He's dead…"

Her eyes look up at me wide as saucers. Daenery's looked lost for a while, but not for long. She smiles kindly at me and nods.

"Are you sure?" She asks. Somehow her question doesn't seem strange.

"I…no…yes…"

She nods once again and smiles widely.

"Come, tell me what happened."

We walk into her tent. The three dragons lay down on some kind of makeshift cot near the fire. Daenery's tent is completely different from the one I was in before. Her's was bigger, but warmer. The ground was covered with fur from killed animals, and the tent walls were decorated with soft colourful fabrics. There's also the fact that her tent was filled with foreign objects.

The queen sits down in her fur filled cot and pointed to a somewhat makeshift chair, near her.

"Sit, tell me your story." I look at her and raised my eyebrows. She sighs and looks at the flames. "As I told you before, we found you bloodied, battered and bruised at the edge of the forest. It took a week for you to come around. Half your body was…well…eaten. The other half was cut. The medicine woman told us you were dead and you were until you started to breathe. You only had your clothes on you, but my soldiers told me that you had weapon holders in your dressings. Also you told me you were with someone else, a man and by the way you talked he must have meant something to you. I know how it is to lose someone who means so much to you. The thing I know that helps is to talk…remember…be at peace with the memories."

"I'm not sure I want to relive everything," I said slowly.

I can see why she was the queen. I might not know much about the Dothraki people, but I know their leaders must be fearless, wise and brave, and this small girl walked around with three dragons behind her, like she owned Westeros and the seas, she talked like a person twice her age, her mind worked exactly the same way. From where I came from, the girls her age were far from being this mature. They were either too preoccupied with themselves or with finding someone to marry.

"It's not something that must come out of want. It's something that must come out of need," she said once more smiling.

"I don't think I need to relive anything to have a calm state of mind."

"Come on, tell me his name, how you met him, how you came to be here without him."

"I…his name…is…Snow."

"Snow?"

"Jon Snow…The Stark bastard…"