A Little Touch of Heavenly Light
They camp out at by a creek, it's their third night in the journey back to Winterfell and Jon is pretty sure that The Imp was not used to the cold weather because he says that if they travel only a few more miles they will come to a tavern. But Bronn had expressed that it would be easier to camp outside for the night instead of wandering in the dark and getting attacked by wildlings. So Tyrion had given in and Jon had chuckled when he found him by the fire drinking whatever alcoholic substance that was in his canteen.
"I hear you lurking back there, you are terribly noisy…unlike that wolf of yours who ate my dinner." Tyrion announced as Ghost looked up from his spot by the creek. "Some come and join me for a drink Snow."
Jon sighed and looked over at Bronn who was passed out by the fire and Sam, who had fallen asleep as soon as they made camp. "I guess I have no choice now do I?"
"Just sit Lord Snow." Tyrion joked and Jon finally sat down by a tree, his back up against it, he was silent for a while and just sat and drank. He finally gave a belch and then sighed. "Do you know anything about your mother boy?"
Jon shook his head no and Tyrion shrugged his shoulders as he took another drink. "Your father never mentioned her?"
"No, I have asked but he just never wants to talk about it." Jon answered. "A day doesn't go by that I wonder who she was. Sometimes I wonder if she was a whore in a brothel or maybe a high lady." He shrugged. "I will never know, I just have a father who I hope is proud of me and a step mother that hates me."
"Hm, well at least your father doesn't hate you." Tyrion offered. "I don't let that worry me though, one day my father will be ten feet under and I will still be here." He frowned at his empty canteen. "Helping the helpless and what not." He gave a drunken burp. "At least you have a woman's love."
Jon offered him a look, knowing that Tyrion was going to pass out soon. How was it that someone who was drunk could still offer wise words? "You think I'm helpless."
Tyrion chuckled. "Physically no, you are able to handle a sword and defend yourself and others but mentally yes." He raised his brows. "You have a whole lot of issues to sort out my friend." He then reached over and uncapped Bronn's canteen, drinking the bitter substance inside. "And make sure the boy you helped does not fall into the creek." He took a swing. "I am not having a fat boy freezing to death on my watch."
~X~
She wakes up the next morning with commotion going on outside. She moves Rickon, who had climbed in her bed after a nightmare, off her arm and throws a robe over her nightgown. Dany quickly ran down the cold stone steps and into the cool air of Winterfell. Her eyes glance over the workers until she finds Robb who is arguing with Maester Luwin. She took a deep breath and stalked over to them. "What is going on?"
Both men looked up at her, Robb opened his mouth to speak but Maester Luwin beat him to it but it wasn't the problem. "Daenerys," Maester Luwin scolded. "You should not be out here in such a state of undress!"
Dany rolled her eyes and then looked at Robb. "Is everything ok?"
"No," He said as he hooked the saddle onto his horse. "The king is dying and…"
"What?" Dany breathed, her lilac eyes going wide.
Robb huffed, annoyed about being interrupted. "The king had a hunting accident, he is on his death bed and I have to get to King's Landing before that prick Joffrey sits on the throne. Who knows that they will do to my sisters, my father?"
"No," She said, stopping his actions. "If you ride into Kings Landing with raised swords you will start an un-needed war."
He sighed, truly defeated as Dany starred him down. "Fine, But I'm still going to ride to find my mother. I do not want her ambushed by Lannister men."
"What about Winterfell?" Dany asked as Robb got on his horse. "There always needs to be a Stark in Winterfell."
"Bran is still here…and Jon will return soon." He smiles. "Don't worry Dany, all will be ok."
She side as she watched him ride off in the cool morning air, not knowing that this would be the last time she would see a man that she could call a brother.
~X~
"Trespassing on somebody's farm is not wise Lannister" Bronn explains as they ride through a piece of land. "If we get caught the farmer will not be pleased."
Jon shakes his head in agreement. "Northern farmers are not kind people."
"Ha," Tyrion laughs. "Most famers are inbreeds anyway, if we get caught I will talk us out of it and throw the man a coin." He looks at the three men's worried look. "We will be fine, trust me."
But sadly, that was not the case. No more than 10 minutes later, a thunderous roar of hooves could be heard and all four men where surrounded by at least twenty men with sharpened swords and cruel faces. A fat man with a long beard laughed. "Well they are on your land, so they are yours."
A well-built man with blonde hair came into view as the fat man kept talking. "Jorah, what say you?"
The man, Jorah, gave a quick nod and the next thing Jon knew, the men where surrounding them. Bronn and Jon did the best they could to fight them off but there where to many. A beefy ginger man had come up from behind him and hit him hard on the head. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was ghost, running toward the direction to Winterfell.
~X~
"What are your God's Dany?" Asked Osha as she made Daenerys' bed.
The lilac eyed girl shrugged as she closed the trunk that contained the dragon's eggs. "I guess, since I was born in the south, I should believe in the seven correct?" She asked as Osha nodded. "But I don't, the seven have never answered my prayers…I was raised as a northern…."
"So you believe in the old gods?" Osha asked.
Dany was quite for a second. "I guess," She looked at the fire place. "They have never answered my prayers either."
The once wildling, now servant, Osha gave a sigh as she watched the last Targaryen look at the fire. "What are you doing?" Osha asked as Dany knelt before the fireplace.
"Do you want to see something Osha, something that a god could not do?" Dany asked as Osha's eyebrows went up in confusion. "Watch" Dany commanded as she stuck her hand into the blazing fire. Osha let out a scream and ran over to her, yanking Dany's hand out of the flame but only to be shocked that her skin was un-burnt. The wildling quickly scrambled away from her and bowed her head and let it touch the floor.
"My Loyalty belongs to the true dragon and only the true dragon." Osha declared.
"What are you talking about?" Dany asked as she stood up from the ground, Osha following her movements.
"You are the true dragon, a dragon cannot be burnt by fire." Osha explained and Dany felt herself slime, her gaze lingering to the eggs, she knew that there was some way to make them hatch.
~X~
He woke up in a dark, smelly, basement. His eyes went wide when he realized what had happened, they had been captured. But what for? Jon calmed down for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dark earthy room. He took a deep breath. "Tyrion? Bronn? Sam?"
"We are in here but I'm afraid to say that the fat man has been sold." It was Tyrion, he knew that voice anywhere. "Are you ok Snow?"
"Yes, my head hurts…what happened?" Jon asked.
"Slave drivers, I'm aware that it is illegal here but that does not make it stop from happening. We were captured by Jorah Mormont , his father is leader of castle black. He go insane if he found out about his son's actives." Tyrion sighed. "I do say I am surprised that the big man was sold first."
Jon let his head fall back against the cool wall. "Then what are we to do? How do we get out of this one, can't you get us out of this."
"I am not a wizard boy." Tyrion said. "We just need to wait it out, wait for our opportune moment…I will let you know when that arrives."
~X~
Dany's eyes fell into slants when she saw the way Theon was behaving. He was ruder and callus then ever since Robb left. The boy acted like he, himself was a Stark as he bossed around the help around. She scoffed as he yelled at Hordor and then turned his attention to her. "Where is that slave girl of yours?" He growls. "I would like her in my chambers tonight."
Dany gave an annoyed laugh. "I told you already that she is not yours to fuck as you please, go stick your prick in Roz if you are that desperate."
"Excuse me?" Theon scowled as he walked over to her. "Who gave you the right to talk to me like that? You filthy inbreed." He spat and Dany lunged at him, throwing in a few punches before Theon struck her. The ring on his finger busting her lip open with a bloody rush. Hordor rushed over to them, lifting Dany off of Theon as she kicked and screamed. A mixture of his blood and her blood staining their clothing. Hordor gave Theon an unreadable look as he took Dany up to her chambers as Theon chuckled to himself. "When I claim this castle as my own, she dies first."
And with that, Theon turned around and walked to his own chambers, planning the downfall of Stark Manor.
AN- Sorry this took so long everyone, I just had so much school work to do. College classes in the summer suck and I will be signing up for more once the fall semester starts so updates will become much slower. So sorry about the inconvenience
