DAENERYS III
The frosty air cut through the bear skin coat that Jon Connington had given her back in Dragonstone. She grimaced at the memory; after that whole debacle with the Aegon's imposter death, they were lucky to be alive. The lord had been wild with rage; the kid was a son to him. However, the rage subsided, when she explained that the boy was not Raeghar's child, whereas Daenerys was his true born sister. Wind whistled as it cursed throughout her thin white hair and brushed against her unprotected face making her lips split. She liked her lips and thought back to the Dorne princess, the woman had been trouble too, more so after they told her Quentyn had been killed. Eventually though with the help of Tyrion's wits, Arianne finally had bent knee.
Dany flinched in the red velvet saddle that her small blackfyre brother had built for her. It was too cold for her taste. She yearned to walk in a green filled garden, but unfortunately she was sitting on top of a much too fast flying Dragon. If Aegon was not an impostor, she would have been just another young girl safe and sound in her warm castle. It had saddened her to have left her place of her birth so soon and to watch her chances of being a normal girl slip out her window so fast. She caressed Drogon's back scales dismissively and laid her head against them in a resigned manner. Ser Jorah Mormont placed a comforting hand at the small her back and reassured: -'We will be there soon.'
Daenerys was glad for his company; Tyrion had been smart to create the saddles with two places and a back/front crate for supplies. She was proud of her small brother when he told her that he had built them that way, because a second rider could defend the dragons while the first steered them. Her cheek scraped against Drogon's back as the dragon beat its thunderous wings, but she did not mind, for his warmth was worth any kind of hurt. She stared as her green dragon ascended to their right, bearing Tyrion and Moqorro, the black skinned priest. Watching as his crimson robes flagged wildly to the high wind, she gets a flash back of the nightmare she had back at dragon stone.
She was still a young girl in a castle of snow. She ran down the stairs, and up the stairs and round the bend in a hurry. Sweat dripped from her neck, even though the walls were made of ice. At the distance she spotted the red door of her favorite house, she walked towards it and opened the door. On the other side a single blue flower stood out in a horizon of white. She walked towards the flower, but before she could reach it. A crimson red dragon appeared and burned it down.And she yelled of the pain she felt. Daenerys grimaces at the memory that horrible dream still disturbs her even awake. It was the reason she was now freezing in this Gods forsaken place, where snow was all she saw.
This was all Tyrion's fault. She should never have told him. Back then when she first woke from the dream, he and Ser Barristan Selmy walked in her chambers concerned for her safety. And she cried at her old Knights lap while Tyrion asked her a thousand kinds of questions. And she told him all about the dream, how vivid it was, how much she loved that blue flower, how the snow castle stood against a wall of ice⦠Only when she finished sobbing out her tale is that her small brother started his. He told Danny about the North, the wildlings and about the Ice wall that protected Westeros from the white walkers and other things that did not exist. Ser Baristan too told her this.
But once Dragons too, where things that did not exist. Daenerys raises herself up from Drogon's back and looks away from Tryon, it was his entire fault she had made the decision to see the wall for herself. She was curious about castleblack, but wondered why would anyone live in a place so cold. Ser Baristan told her that the brothers of the night watch once where constituted of brave honorable knights, but now were made of bandits and out-laws, the scum of the world he said. Daenerys knew though that her bear farther, was Lord Commander of the Wall, she turned her head to look at Jorah, he looked grim and kind of whiter than usual.
She smiled at him, but did not ask what he was feeling. Dany too would be half puking if she was going to meet her long lost father. Aerys was dead though, so she was safe of that. The girl asked a more convenient question: -'Are we there yet?' Ser Jorah laughed at her and said: -'Almost an hour, maybe two. Never went by dragon before'. To see him laughing warmed her heart a bit and she turned to hug him. Behind him she could see her beautiful white dragon, which was tied to Drogon's tail. The golden rims of Viserion's scales seemed to shine brighter in the white tinted skies and he appeared to be slightly less annoyed at the old man riding at his back.
Back at Dragonstone, Daenerys had urged them to travel to the wall at once, so Tyrion suggested taking the dragons. She still remembered Ser Barristan deep stern voice: -'My Queen must not go unaccompanied'. He would soon regret those words as they tried to make Viserion bow to get himself and her maid Missandei on his back saddle. Many falls and roars and frights and screams were given before they been able to break the dragon's will, but now there they stood flying with her white child to the destination that called to her in sleep. She did not know what had pushed her towards traveling north. The Targaryen queen had the knowledge she would never win her kingdom back, if she kept making all this detours.
Still she had been stubborn and now suffered in this freezing trip. Daenerys thought back to the people she left back at Dragonstone, woman, children and her dothraki riders where lucky to be left at her family castle. She was thankful they did not have to endure the harsh cold she had to undergo. Ser Baristan had warned her of the cold and she had chosen to make the unsullied accompany her. What ever it was that pulled her towards the wall could be harmful, so she commanded Greyworm to take her army by ship to eastwatch. A path that given this cold, she wished that herself would have taken. She found it much better to be inside a ship than to die a Popsicle.
But as she thought that she spotted the Wall. At distance it slithered like grey snake through the hills and plains as far as her eyes could see. Ser Jorah was wrong; they were 40 to 50 minutes away from the structure. She stared at it with amazement, but her eyelids began to burn with heaviness. They had done it, she willed her eyes to stay open as she watched the wall in wonder, but did not notice them close as she fell asleep. She woke up abruptly, while Drogon was in middle of his landing. Up close the wall was a stunning shade of blue and it glittered whilst the ice melted. Snow covered the whole of the floor where they landed and the dragon seemed not to be pleased with the feel of it.
Red and black flames shoot through Drogon mouth all around them, melting the snow away. Daenerys is glad for the momentary heat and steps down her saddle, Mormont looks a bit scarred still up at the saddle. She laughs a bit at him and is amazed to see that the other dragons did the same thing as her own. Moqorro is helping Tyrion down his saddle, when they hear a shout up from above: -'Who goes there?'. She looks astonished as her bear, out of the dragon on his own and up on his feet responds: -'I am Ser Jorah Mormont, the lord commander's son. Open up in the name of the queen.' They waited a while before the doors where opened to them, but when they did a red dressed woman came out to greet them: -'R'hllor be blessed, we have been waiting for you'.
Staring at the woman, Daenerys remembered her urgent need to get to the wall. She had a flash back to the blue flower being ripped apart and her heart constricted. She was suspicious about the heat that exuded from the red haired woman, and kind of mad at the way the woman eyed her dragons in desire. Nonetheless, the trip had worn her out, so she just wanted to get inside, sleep in a warm bed and be gone in the morning. As they walked inside, Moqorro said: -'My fires also shown me this wall and your leader I believe'. The sly mysterious smile the red woman gave him, made Daenerys flinch. She looked to Tyrion, the dwarf seemed intrigued as well. Tomorrow in the afternoon, they would leave Daenerys decided.
They could fly to the castle in east watch, meet the unsullied and then double back to Dragonstone. The intriguing woman seemed to be reading her mind when she responded: - 'R'hllor's fires also have shown me your arrival. You must not leave, the commander will soon be with you. Moqorro, must come with me'. With a regal bow the disturbing woman left, with the black priest at tow. What a troublesome pair Daenerys thought and sighed tiredly. All around them black dressed men watched them open-mouthed, she was glad to have left the dragons outside with Ser Baristan and Missandei. They seemed to be happy in spite of the cold and would not became shooting targets inside.
Glancing around she barely noticed some men were approaching them, until Tyrion cried out in exclamation: -'By Gods the bloody bastard is still alive'. She turned in the direction of the strong hoarse voice that responded her little brother: -'If it isn't the Lannister house dwarf!' Dany's heart started to beat faster in her chest as she watched the broad shouldered young man pull Tyrion into a brotherly clasp. Her eyes did not pull way from the handsome boy dressed in solid black, even as Ser Jorah spoke: - 'I will speak to the lord commander my father'. A flash of deep sorrow filled his grey striking eyes and darkened his sullen face as he replied: -'Lord Jeor Mormont died in defense of the Kingdom.'
The air slipped out of her lungs as his eyes fell upon hers; he looked her up and down as he probably took notice of her beauty. Dany cheeks flustered a bit as the black haired prince of a man continued talking: -'Now, I am the one who commands the wall.' Maybe she could blame her blush on the dreadful weather, the girl thought as she kept staring mesmerized by the young man. It was as if her whole universe converged on a single point. Focused entirely on him Daenerys notices as he cringes eying her strangely, she looks at him inquiringly, He turn away from her and talks to Tyrion: -'I am told you bring Dragons, not queen's. That what ever little shelter and food you can find, Lord Tyrion. After your company is rested, we will talk about the dragons'.
Daenerys is surprised as Ser Jorah grabs a hold of the young man's arm whilst saying: -'I will have news of my lord father and I will have them now'. In turn more than two hundred man have them at sword point, the young queen groans. But before she can tell her bear a piece of her mind, the young commander pulls his arm away and Tyrion speaks: -'I am sorry Jon Snow, or is it Lord Commander now? Regardless, it has been a long flying journey all the way from Dragonstone. This is Daenerys Storm born, the rightful Queen of Westeros'. The boy frowned at her, only then did Daenerys notice a young woman standing at his side with an axe at hand.
It was her turn to frown, but she had no strength to make any question. All she wanted was to take her clothes off and have a long hot bath. So she bent her head a little and said: -'You must excuse lord Mormont. We will take the shelter and food. Ser Jorah is a fool, but will not misbehave henceforth. You can trust me, my lord'. She gave him the warmest smile she could manage in that awful cold, but the boy seemed non-pleased as he answered shortly: -'Who to trust that's for me to say'. The young black haired woman put a hand in his shoulder in support and Daenerys was left open-mouthed. Her eyes burned with hate as fiery rage consumed her insides, controlling her emotions Dany let out a small sound of exasperation.
Turning away from the obnoxious pair, she made her way quickly across the yard not looking back. For every step she took, men and women made two steps back while staring at her with intent. Dany had no idea where she was going, she just had to get away before saying something she would regret. Not paying attention she steps into a pile of snow and flinches as the wetness of it slips into her boots. She hates the snow and curses her dreams. She had never seen snow before coming to Westeros, and wished she never had. Dany stops as she reaches a weird iron structure that extended all the way up the wall. Admiring it she is startled as a young a fat man talks at her back:-'It is a winch elevator it goes to the top of the wall, if you are not afraid get inside and I will make it raise you'
Daenerys glared at the overweight fellow. He was opening the door to a rusted iron cage and yet he seemed harmless enough. So she took a big breath, stepped in and asked: -'Aren't you coming?' His brown rounded eyes opened up wide and the young man appeared to be ready to pass out as he shook his head negatively. Dany frowned at his attitude, but remained inside the elevator, it would do her good to look over the wall. In no time the cage was rattling up against the side of the wall, as it made the ascension to the top. At a certain height she was able to watch her dragons bellow outside of castle black and a hundred leagues of winter threes stretched over the fields. She could see a small villa too, already filled by light due to the approaching nightfall.
The ride up was much too short, she thought as she reached the top of the Wall. She was amazed by the view that the winch cage had provided her, but now that she was here over the wall her heart filled with dismay. Surrounded by ice, Dany felt she was within her bad dream and fear made her heart tighten. As she approached the edge of the wall the wind blew wildly making her hair dance to its whistling, the coldness of it swept through her like a passing chill when she glanced over the horizon. Thousands leagues of trees, and hills, and mountains all covered in white snow, which glittered an infinite numbers of colors. Daenerys taken aback in wonder of the beautiful sunset, when a familiar voice pulled her out of the daze: -'Magnificient isn't it'.
Dany looked over her shoulder at Tyrion, the small man stood behind her wrapped in an oversized cloak. It was funny to think him as an older brother, but she was glad for his company and as such she smiled at him. He walked towards where she was, spared a glance down the wall and then looked straight at her whilst saying: -' First time I came here, it was with Jon Snow'. She winced at the mention of the dark haired man's name and her heart boiled with anger. How dare he have questioned her reliability, she buffed in anger. Her small brother was staring at her frowning. Dany did not know what was happening, she did not know what it was with this Jon, but Tyrion seemed to have noticed her strange behavior.
Before she could say anything, the small man spoke in a tender and low manner: -'Jon is a good lad. Being a Stark by blood, he is a strong, honorable and loyal man.' Daenerys could not help but sigh, her first impression had been completely the opposite and her blood told her to burn the boy down into a crisp. Shaking her head, she responds: -'Starks are traitors, who killed my family. I hate him and all his kin.' She is passing now, back and forth, as Tyrion retorts: -'Lannisters killed your family. Do you hate me?' Dany stops and looks at her little brother, she notices he is petrified of her answer. She crouches down, kisses his cheek and whines: -'It is different, you are blood of my blood, my brother.'
Tyrion shakes his head smiling slightly and says: - 'It is the same'. Daenerys wants to punch his face for not letting go of the subject; she turns her back to him and thinks something to say that will end their conversation: -'He does not trust me. I do not trust him. Leave me now.' She can feel his eyes on her back as the dwarf remains unmoving and says in a serious tone: - 'Leadership was trust upon him, like it was trust upon you. It left him distrustful, like it left you distrustful. And this is good; he became smarter for it, more careful. Thread lightly and you will certainly gain his trust'. Daenerys scowled, kept her eyes on the north and retorted with venom: -'I don't want his trust'.
The last thing she heard of Tyrion was his soft steps and his distant snickering voice saying: -'That's up to you, but chances at love rarely come at life. Remember that.
