A/N: Hello! This one is taking place in episode 7 of season 1. Slightly AU. Does include the telltale game series elements and its characters. Will end up being a girlxgirl pairing, don't like don't read. Other pairings mostly included are: Jon/Alise(OFC). Does start out as Rated T for language and blood but may end up turning into M later on.

NO DIREWOLVES WILL BE KILLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS FANFIC.

ALSO NO DRAGONS WILL BE KILLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS FANFIC.

Without further adieu:

I own nothing but my original characters and their storylines. Everything else belongs to their respective owners.

Several Telltale game characters are about to make appearance in the next couple chapters as we approach Eddard's death. Asher and Beskha show up in this one.

~Enjoy!~


Keira thought this plan was insane.

In order to find Daenerys, they had to cross the Narrow Sea and find Asher first. How they were going to cross the Narrow Sea? She hadn't a clue. Myosis flew above her while the horse carried Keira down one of the many roads that she knew led to King's Landing. With the dragon fully grown, she could've gone back home but it felt right to her that she had to find Daenerys. So, she was heading to King's Landing to pay someone to take her to Essos. And at least she was able to get a letter sent to Asher, telling him that she would be arriving soon and to meet her in one of the cities.

Keira also thought that perhaps she might be able to see her father and sisters before leaving Westeros. A sigh leaves her lips when the kingdom comes into view and she puts up the hood of her cloak to conceal her face, telling Myosis to watch over Amyra so that the direwolf didn't follow her and give her away. At the gates, she gets off of her horse and leads him inside before handing him over to someone who might need him. While it was difficult to do so since the animal was a present to her, she couldn't very well bring it aboard the ship like she was going to with her direwolf.

She walks among the common people down in Flea Bottom with a hand on the sword her father gave her in case anyone tried anything. Keira passes by the brothel that Lord Petyr Baelish owned, making her pull her hood further down to keep her face concealed but she knew that by now at least one of the King's spies would have seen her. As to answer that thought, a squadron of the King's Guard approach her once she gets closer to the keep with Ser Barristan Selmy at the front wearing a solemn expression under his helmet.

She sighs once again, "I suppose sneaking around doesn't quite work here, does it?" Keira watches a small smile appear on the man's face.

He takes his helmet off, "And I thought your father was sending you off to the Iron Islands?" Barristan walks closer to her.

Keira smiles, "One last parting gift from him before he left to come to this place. My father cut off the arrangement with the Greyjoys." She starts following the knight when he motions for her to follow him into the keep.

Barristan nods as he holds his helmet in his right arm, "So, what brings you so far from The North?" The knight asks.

"You could say I miss the rest of my family. Besides, I would love to annoy the Lannisters once again." Keira remembers her time spent here in the capitol as a child going around and annoying Jaime and Cersei while making jokes with Tyrion.

Barristan chuckles, "I do remember a certain little wolf trying to make me teach her how to use a sword. Your little sister is just like you." He looks back at Keira.

Keira stops walking and turns to Barristan, "Father is letting her train?" She asks.

"Aye. She's getting very good at it." Barristan then leads her into the keep to her sisters.

Keira takes her hood off when they enter and she looks around, remembering all the times that she would pull pranks until Renly Baratheon comes running in with blood all over him. He tells the knight that the King wasn't getting any better. She quietly follows the two into the King's chambers, ignoring the surprised looks from the maester and Cersei as her eyes land on the wound the King had gained from the boar he had been hunting. Renly leaves soon after to find Ned and Keira stands awkwardly in the corner for awhile, not noticing that Cersei moved to stand next to the girl.

"Why are you here?" Cersei glances at the Stark.

Keira nearly jumped at the Lannister's voice, "I...I came to see my father and sisters." She looks back at Robert with sad eyes.

"Here he is now." Cersei moves back beside the maester when Renly enters once more.

Ned follows behind, his eyes on the King until he notices his daughter, who had moved to stand beside Barristan. He instantly grabs her arm and makes her leave before turning back to where the King lay. Keira stares at the door until she heard the rustle of clothing and she turns to find Varys standing near the wall behind her. He offers her a nod before she moves to find her sisters.

Varys grabs her arm, "You should leave now." He suggests with a solemn look.

"Why?" Keira lifts her brow in question.

A sigh leaves his lips, "I fear that the worst is about to happen. I have already made sure that your sisters remain safe...but I cannot account for you. Leave King's Landing while you still can." Varys grows quiet when Cersei, the maester, and Barristan leave the King's chambers.

Keira nods, "Tell my sisters that I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye." She says before walking down the hallway.

Varys stares at the Stark with confusion before turning to Barristan to speak with the knight. Keira puts her hood up after she leaves the keep and the capitol altogether. She finds Amyra and Myosis just outside the kingdom hidden among the forest beyond. Keira tells Myosis that they were going to find another port to leave from and with one last glance at King's Landing she starts walking towards the nearest small town near the sea, wishing she still had her horse.

But she did not know that in leaving, it would be the last she saw of her father.


Daenerys was lost in thought while she braided Drogo's hair, thinking about Keira when she felt the overwhelming feeling of sadness. What had the Stark so sad?

"The stallion who mounts the world has no need for iron chairs." Drogo says in Dothraki to Daenerys.

She shakes her head, "According to the prophecy, the stallion will ride to the ends of the earth." Daenerys replies as she ties more of the hair together.

"The earth ends at the black salt sea. No horse can cross the poison sea." Drogo looks to the side in thought.

Daenerys keeps braiding his hair and leans forward, "The earth does not end at the sea. There are many dirts beyond the sea." She looks down at her task as she spoke, "The dirt where I was born."

She looks back up when he turns his head slightly to look at her, "Not dirts. Lands." He says.

She smiles, "Lands, yes." Drogo turns forward with a smile and Daenerys takes a breath, "There are thousands of ships in the free cities. Wooden horses that fly across the sea-"

"Let's speak no more of wooden horses and iron chairs." Drogo interrupts.

Daenerys narrows her eyes, "It's not a chair. It's a..." She trails off and decides to use English when she didn't know the word for the one she wanted to say, "...throne."

Drogo turns slightly, "Throne." He repeats.

Daenerys's smile widens, "A chair for a King to sit upon, or...a Queen." She places his braid over his shoulder and leans her chin on it.

Drogo smiles and bumps his cheek on her chin in a loving way before kneeling in front of his Khaleesi, sighing loudly, "A King does not need a chair to sit upon. He only needs a horse." He leans forward and places a kiss on his Khaleesi's lips.

The Khal then leaves and Daenerys stares at the ground in thought for a moment before looking at the wall.

She wished that the Khal would get on a ship with his army to take her home back.

A while later, she travels with Jorah and her handmaidens in the market as she asks him to help her make the Khal understand why she must go beyond the sea. He tells her to have patience with the Dothraki and that they would go home soon enough. He promises her. She begins talking of her brother as Jorah glances around at everyone, looking for somebody. He starts laughing when Daenerys tells him that Viserys was the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms.

"Have I said something funny, ser?" She asks him.

"Forgive me, Khalessi, but your ancestor Aegon the Conqueror didn't seize six of the kingdoms because they were his right. He had no right to them. He seized them because he could." Jorah looks at more of the people passing by.

"And because he had dragons." Daenerys adds on.

He sighs, "Ah well, having a few dragons makes things easier." Jorah glances around once more.

"You don't believe it." Daenerys says.

Jorah turns to her, "Have you ever seen a dragon, Khaleesi?" He asks with a solemn expression as always, "I believe what my eyes and ears report. As for the rest...it was three hundred years ago. Who knows what really happened?" He glances down the pathway, "Now if you'll pardon me, I'll seek out the merchant captain, see if he has any letters for me."

"Well, I'll come with you." Daenerys suggests.

"No no, don't trouble yourself." He looks behind them around the market, "Enjoy the market. I'll rejoin you soon enough." Jorah leaves her then.

Daenerys watches him until she could no longer see the Mormont and then she lets her handmaidens show her around while she gets lost in thought. An image fills her mind of Keira speaking to something just outside of a grand kingdom as she glances in the other direction of it before looking back at the city and then she starts walking down the pathway with a very large wolf. The Targaryen wondered why the Stark was there, knowing that her dreams ever rarely gave her that much detail especially when it came to the girl who resided within them. Thinking on her visions, she should've asked Richard why she was only receiving ones of Keira now, but the man had disappeared long ago with only the promise of returning which he had yet to do.

She is drawn towards a wine merchant whom was offering different kinds that she had never heard of. He glances at her with a smile and gestures to her.

"A taste for the Khaleesi? I have a sweet red from Dorne, my lady. One taste and you'll name your first child after me." He turns to get a cup of it.

Daenerys silently chuckles, "My son already has his name, but I'll try your summerwine. Just a taste." She gives a small smile.

He looks at her in bewilderment, "My lady, you are from Westeros." The merchant still had the cup in front of Daenerys.

The handmaiden to her right leans forward slightly, "You have the honor of addressing Daenerys of the House Targaryen, Khaleesi of the riding men and princess of the Seven Kingdoms." She says.

"Princess." The merchant bows right after, not noticing Jorah watching a few feet away.

"Rise." Daenerys says quickly, "I'd still like to taste that wine." She smiles slightly.

He looks at the cup, "That? Dornish swill." The merchant dumps it onto the floor to his left, "Not worthy of a princess. I have a dry red from the Arbor, nectar of the Gods." Daenerys's smile widens at his chosen words, "Let me give you a cask. Uh...a gift." He rushes to find it.

She shakes her head while still smiling, "You honor me, ser." Daenerys says.

"The honor-the honor is all mine." He breathes heavily as he brings the cask full of wine towards the Khaleesi.

One of her Khal's warriors steps forward, "Huh-uh, huh-uh." He takes the cask from the merchant with a glare.

"You know, there are many in your homeland that pray for your return, Princess." He bows before her as the warrior carries it away.

"I hope to repay your kindness someday." She says softly to him.

"Rakharo." Jorah walks out of the shadows towards them.

"Huh?" Rakharo, the warrior that had grabbed the cask, says.

"Put down that cask." Jorah orders him to do in Dothraki as the man steps towards the merchant.

Daenerys looks from the merchant to Jorah, "Is something wrong?" She asks.

"I have a thirst. Open it." Jorah orders as he watches the merchant when Rakharo hands the man the cask.

"The wine is for the Khaleesi. It's not for the likes of you." The merchant went to give it back to Rakharo.

"Open it." Jorah says again.

The merchant glances at the Khaleesi for a moment before setting the cask on a table and then he looks back to Jorah when he uncorks it.

"Pour." Jorah watches how long the merchant glances at him.

The merchant gestures to the wine, "It would be a crime to drink a wine this rich without at least giving it time to breathe."

"Do as he says." Daenerys cuts in with a suspicious look.

The merchant looks to Daenerys, "As the princess commands." He grabs a cup and twists the cap as wine starts pouring into it.

Jorah is handed the cup after he is done pouring, "Sweet, isn't it? Can you smell the fruit, ser?" The merchant nods towards the cup when the Mormont brings it away from his lips, "Taste it, my lord." Daenerys and Jorah exchange glances, "Tell me that is not the finest wine that has ever touched your tongue."

The Mormont glances at the merchant as he brings the cup to his lips once more for a moment, "You first." Jorah offers him the cup.

"Me? I'm afraid I'm not worthy of the vintage. Besides, it is a poor wine merchant who would drink up his wares." The merchant instantly replies.

"You will drink." Daenerys slowly orders and could feel herself growing impatient.

The merchant stares at the Khaleesi before taking the cup from Jorah and nodding at them both as he brings the cup to his lips before dropping it to the ground, grabbing a cask, and throwing it at Rakharo. He runs away as Daenerys yells to stop him. The merchant makes it a good distance before Rakharo twists his whip in the air and releases it, catching the merchant's leg and making the man fall face first into the ground. The other warriors all pile onto him and tie him up as Jorah leads Daenerys out of the market.

A few feet away stood a scruffy-looking man, whom had pale skin and dirty blonde hair, with his hand on the axe in his belt that had the sigil of House Forrester engraved on it. Next to him was a woman with several scars on her face, tanned skin, and two swords at her back that were crossed. They watch the merchant get dragged away, deciding not to do anything about it seeing as they did not know what happened before the man was captured.

"Damn Dothraki. I bet that woman is the new Khaleesi to Khal Drogo. She looks like she came from the land you were born in." The woman crosses her arms.

"You're not wrong. She definitely has to be a Westerosi. But nevermind that, we need to finish our job first. Or are you going to ditch me for a whore again, Beskha?" The man asks when he notices his partner staring at one of the whores nearby.

She chuckles, "You'll do fine without me, Forrester." Beskha leaves him to get laid.

Asher shakes his head with a smile, "Don't have too much fun without me!" He yells.

"Don't go wondering off to find that Stark friend of yours without me!" Beskha yells back as she disappears from sight.

He smiles slightly when his thoughts go to Keira, hoping that the letter she sent wasn't a lie.

That she truly was coming to Essos.

Later that night, Daenerys walked with Jorah in a large circular building.

They stare at the merchant whom had been beaten and was tied against one of the poles keeping the building standing. She asks Jorah what they would do to the man which the Mormont replies with that the Dothraki would tie him to a saddle and while they travel, he would be forced to run behind the horses for as long as he can. As they stop walking, she asks what would happen if he falls but Jorah avoids the question. Daenerys thinks about the fact that Robert Baratheon sent this man from King's Landing, the kingdom she saw in her vision earlier that afternoon with Keira in it. Did that mean that she knew about the assassin too since she was there? Daenerys hoped that was not the case.

"King Robert still wants me dead." Daenerys says after they were quiet for a moment.

"This poisoner was the first. He won't be the last." Jorah watches the merchant.

"I thought he'd leave me alone...now that my brother is gone." Daenerys trails off in thought.

"He will never leave you alone." Jorah turns to her, "If you ride to darkest Assai, his assassins will follow you. If you sailed all the way to the Basilisk Isles, his spies would tell him. He will never abandon the hunt." Daenerys watches the merchant the entire time that Jorah spoke, "You're a Targaryen, the last Targaryen. Your son will have Targaryen blood with forty thousand riders behind him."

"He will not have my son." Daenerys replies urgently.

Jorah glances back at her, "He will not have you either, Khaleesi."

She stays quiet for a moment until the tent flap opens as Rakharo and several warriors step in before Drogo with more filing in behind them. Drogo stares at his Khaleesi and walks forward until he notices the merchant tied up to his right. He turns to the frightened man and walks dangerously close to him, holding his hand out for one of the torches. Drogo then starts walking towards Daenerys, throwing the torch into the fire pit in the middle.

"Moon of my life. Are you hurt?" He speaks in Dothraki and cups her face in his hands.

She reassures him with a nod and Drogo leans down before placing a long kiss on her forehead. He then looks to Jorah.

"Jorah the Andal, I heard what you did." He moves to be in front of Jorah, "Choose any horse you wish, it is yours." Drogo places a hand on the man's shoulder, "I make this gift to you." He says into the Mormont's ear before returning to stand in front of Daenerys and bends his knees slightly as he places his hands on her belly, "And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world, I will also pledge a gift. I will give him the iron chair that his mother's father sat upon." He starts walking around the fire pit, "I will give him the Seven Kingdoms." Drogo takes a few breaths as he feels his blood rise when he comes to stand before his Khaleesi and Jorah, "I, Drogo, will do this. I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends and ride wooden horses across the black salt water as no Khal has done before."

He pauses, pacing around before continuing, "I will kill the men in iron suits and tear down their stone houses." Drogo yells into the merchant's face, "I will rape their women, take their children as slaves, and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak." The warriors all around shout loudly as their Khal circles the fire pit, "This, I vow...I, Drogo, son of Bharbo. I swear before the Mother of Mountains as the stars look down in witness." Daenerys gives him a look of being proud as excitement fills her veins, "As the stars look down in witness!"

The Khal and his Khaleesi stare at each other while the rest of the warriors go wild.

And the next morning, they set off to find those 'wooden' horses that they would use to get across the Narrow Sea with the merchant tied naked to Daenerys's saddle. All the Targaryen could think was that she would finally be going home. To take back the Iron Throne. To finally get rid of those who slaughtered her House during Robert's rebellion and took her home from her.

To find Keira Stark.


Keira stares into the fire that ate away the wood which kept it lit that morning, having not gotten any sleep as she lay on her blankets and used her cloak and bag as a pillow.

Myosis lay on the other side of the fire as Amyra sat near her master with her ears twitching to listen for any sign of something approaching them. An awful feeling had begun to settle in the Stark's stomach, and it wasn't from what she saw of Daenerys leaving a grand city with the man with a very long braid from before and a lot of warriors. Something about what Varys told her to do so urgently made her skin crawl. Why did he not want her there? The girl sighs as she rolls onto her back with a grunt.

'Thinking on his words will only serve to make you grow restless.' Myosis puts her front leg over the other as her tail swishes along the ground.

Keira moves her head to her left to look at the dragon, "What would you have me do then? My father and sisters are alone in the worst place possible with the only form of their protection laying on his death bed. My mother did the stupidest thing she ever could by capturing Tyrion. And I had to leave my brothers so that they wouldn't find you." She glances up at the sky with a small sigh, "I never should have left Winterfell..."

'If you hadn't...I never would have been able to speak to you and you wouldn't be on your way to Daenerys. You are a Seer. It's your birthright to serve the Targaryens as an adviser and protector as your predecessors have done many times before.' Myosis says without thinking on her words.

"What the hell is a Seer?" Keira narrows her eyes at the dragon in confusion.

Myosis grew quiet before laying her head down on her legs, 'Nothing. Go to sleep.' The dragon closes her eyes.

Keira watches her for a moment until she felt sleep creeping up on her so she turns her back to the dragon and lets the cackling sound of the campfire lull her to sleep.

Tomorrow she would find someone to take her to Essos.

A/N: Did anyone else get all giddy when one of Daenerys's reasons to return home is Keira? Seems to me like someone is falling for the Stark, though...not entirely. It's more like she wants to meet the girl who is in her dreams and find out why that is. The falling in love part comes much much more later. And trust me, I have so many plans that will make them fall in love :D. WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWS! Thank you everyone! I know I say this a lot, but I'm really glad you all enjoy this story. I quite like it better than the first time I had it typed up. Keira has definitely grown on me :). Anyways, thanks for all the reviews, favs, and follows.

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