Tyrion and Davos had traveled to King's Landing. Jon, while they were gone, made Emmelyne dragonglass arrows. She didn't know why she wanted to go. It was a mad idea, truly. But there was something inside her that wanted adventure. That wanted thrill and excitement.
Just before they were set to leave, Emmelyne was on the beach, adjusting her bow and arrows on her shoulder. She'd styled her hair differently from how she normally would; in two long, tight braids that spilled over her shoulders. Instead of a red dress, she wore a red tunic and a pair of black trousers. Footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned, seeing a young man that she recognized instantly. He'd cut his hair, but he still looked like himself. "Gendry!" she cried, hurrying forward and wrapping her arms around him a tight embrace.
"Seven hells, Emmelyne," he chuckled.
She laughed, untangling her arms from around his neck. "The last time I saw you was on this island," she said with a smile.
"That was... four years ago, if I'm correct."
"Where have you been?"
"King's Landing. I was able to get a job as a smith."
Emmelyne was still grinning despite herself. "What are you doing back?"
"I'm going to go beyond the Wall with your brother."
"I'm going, too."
Gendry chuckled. "Can you wield a weapon?"
"I'm damn good with a bow and arrow."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I can swing a sword fairly well, too, believe it or not."
Gendry smiled at that. "A lady who can swing a sword. Impressive."
She shoved him lightly. "Shut up."
He looked her up and down, still continuing to smile. "You haven't changed very much. Of course, you're taller and all of that. But you still look like yourself."
Emmelyne nodded. "You do, too."
"I like your hair, styled like that."
"It was short for a long time."
He snorted at that. "Really?"
Davos, who was stood near the dragonglass cave, rolled his eyes. He waved Gendry over. The young man laughed. "The Onion Knight needs me. I'll be seeing you in a moment, but I should go to him."
"You should," Emmelyne agreed.
He embraced her once more, kissing her cheek before making his way to Davos and then into the cave.
Once everyone was sure they were prepared, they began to ready the boats. Emmelyne saw Daenerys speaking to Jorah, who had her by the hands. He kissed them, releasing her when Jon, Gendry, and Davos stepped onto the shore. Emmelyne joined Davos and Gendry, preparing to push the boat out. Once Jon and Daenerys finished speaking, he joined them, and they the boat into the water. Emmelyne was first to get into one of the boats. Gendry sat himself beside her, looking at the bow on her shoulder. "I guess I'll be seeing how you are with that thing," he said.
"I guess you will," she replied.
She leant herself into his side, sighing softly. She had a feeling that this adventure was one that would excite her to no extent. But also frightened her a great deal. When they reached Eastwatch, the first task was to find Tormund. But when they did, the wildling seemed convinced that the plan would fail. "Isn't it your job to talk him out of stupid fucking ideas like this?" he asked Davos.
"I've been failing at that job of late," Davos said.
"How many queens are there now?" Tormund questioned.
"Two," Emmelyne replied. "Daenerys and Cersei."
Tormund looked at Jon. "And you need to convince the one with dragons or the one who fucks her brother?"
Gendry chuckled, and Emmelyne kicked him under the table. "Both," Jon said.
"How many men did you bring?" Tormund pressed.
"Not enough."
"The big woman?"
Jon chuckled at that. Jorah spoke up next. "We were hoping some of your men could help."
Tormund grunted in response. "I'll be staying behind," Davos said. "I'm a liability out there, as you well know."
"You are," Tormund said.
He leaned closer to Jon. "You really want to go out there?" he demanded. "Again?"
Jon nodded. "You're not the only ones," Tormund said.
Tormund led them down to the dungeons, where a small cluster of men was sat. "My scouts found them a mile south of the Wall," Tormund was saying. "Said they were on their way here."
Emmelyne recognized Thoros of Myr and Beric Dondarrion instantly. But her eyes went wide when she saw the giant figure of Sandor Clegane, lying on a bench. Sandor rolled over, staring at their group. "You're the Hound," Jon stated. "I saw you once at Winterfell."
Sandor sat up. He didn't seem to notice Emmelyne, but she supposed with her cloak hood pulled over her head, he didn't care about who she was. "They want to go to the Wall, too," Tormund said.
"We don't want to go to the Wall," Beric replied, "we have to. Our lord told us that the Great War is coming- -" he started to explain.
"Don't trust him," Gendry interrupted. "Don't trust any of them."
He stepped closer, looking through the bars and continuing to speak. "They're the Brotherhood. And the last thing their lord told them to do was sell me to a red witch to be murdered."
Jorah stepped up next. "Thoros?" he asked. "I hardly recognized you."
Thoros straightened. "Ser Jorah Mormont," he replied. "They won't give me anything to drink down here. I haven't been feeling like myself."
Tormund slowly turned to look at Jorah. "You're a fucking Mormont?" he demanded. "Like the last Lord Commander?"
Jorah nodded. "He was my father."
"He hunted us like animals."
"You returned the favor, as I recall."
"Here we all are," Beric said, "at the edge of the world at the same moment, heading in the same direction for the same reason."
"Our reasons aren't your reasons," Davos stated.
"It doesn't matter what we think our reasons are," Beric said, standing. "There's a greater purpose at work. And we serve it together, whether we know it or not. We may take the steps, but the Lord of Light- -"
Sandor cut him off suddenly. "For fuck's sake, will you shut your hole? Are we coming with you or not?"
"Don't you want to know what we're doing?" Jorah questioned.
"Is it worse than sitting in a freezing cell, waiting to die?" Thoros answered.
"He's right," Jon said. "We're all on the same side."
Gendry looked at him as if he was stupid. "How can we be?" he demanded.
"We're all breathing."
Tormund shoved the keys into his hands, allowing him to unlock the cell. The Brotherhood filed out, Sandor heading up the rear. The moment he was out, Emmelyne flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. "What the fuck?" he demanded, and Emmelyne laughed before letting go.
"I thought that you were dead. I had a vision..." she whispered.
"I'm alive, fierce one," he answered, a smile starting to grow on his face. "I'm alive."
She tightened her grip on him, and he wrapped his arms around her in turn. "Gods, you're warm," he said.
She smiled, kissing him. This kiss was longer than their first, and neither truly knew what to do. When they broke apart, Emmelyne lowered to the floor. She looked around at the men, chuckling at their stares. "What?" she said softly.
