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The ride to Winterfell is paved with ice. The winds of winter nip the skin of the royal procession. Mounting snow crunches beneath the hooves of the horse and the wheels of the carriages.

In front of the procession, Oerion, Lydia, and Daenerys scout ahead. Jaime Lannister and Jon Snow fall to the back to tend to the armies. Cersei had lied in order to deceive them but her brother was not one to break an oath. He rode to meet the queen with his army despite her threats and combined his forces against with the Targaryen's.

Oerion and his sister smile as the chill rolls over their skin. Being in the unforgiving sun for so long left them longing for the land of always winter. Being here in the north isn't quite the same as beyond the wall but it will do. The white expanses that greet their eyes are more than a welcome sight.

"How are you both smiling? My fingers will surely fall from my hands," the Dragon Queen hissed. She pulled her hood over her silver tresses in annoyance. Dragons are not meant to tread in ice, she mused. "Then I won't even be able to ride a horse let alone rule the Seven Kingdoms."

The Dragonborn twins laughed at the queen's discomfort. Seeing someone so strong squirm in the cold is hilarious. Being born in the desolate lands of always winter had its perks. Their family was known for having ice in their veins. They couldn't remember feeling the bite of frost.

"We hail from the frosts beyond the wall, my love. Northern Dragons. Our mother and father had us trudging through the snow before we were fully able to walk," Lydia said, becoming grinning like mad. Daenerys looked over at her lover with an intrigued expression. She rarely spoke of her childhood and the queen wanted to hear more. She could never know enough about her huntress.

Oerion removed his hood, letting his raven hair fall down his shoulders. He smiled at his riding companions wistfully. "I remember us shoveling snow for hours. That was our punishment. At least they thought it was. Lydia and I saw it as a competition to see who could finish faster. She almost always beat me until my growth spurt. I don't think you ever forgave me for that."

Lydia rolled her silver eyes at her brother. He'd grown into a man overnight it seemed. Lanky and awkward at first but soon became riddled with thick musculature. "Aye. You turned into father over the span of a month. The Skuldafn genes were strong in you but you forget that I am faster on my feet."

Oerion scoffed indignantly and the two dove into a well practiced banter. Daenerys listened and laughed with a grin as they rode closer to their destination. The two had grown on her since they showed up in her throne room. Lydia especially.

Her love for the young huntress had come as a surprise. A simple attraction turned into a flurry of emotions that they could not withhold. The wild woman brought out a strength in the Targaryen that she had never known. She forced her to train as a warrior and not just a queen. Made her realize that having feelings is not a weakness but a strength. Lydia embodies her strength.

Her mind begins to wander.

Daenerys peeks through the cracked door with butterflies in her stomach. An unsuspecting Lydia sits upon the floor of her room, doing a flurry of stomach exercises. The queen's chest constricts painfully. She wishes to walk in and claim what is hers. The problem is, it isn't hers just yet.

She'd seen the servants looking at her. The lingering glances and secretive smiles. Lydia, for all the bravado and hardened pride she owned, is so prone to flirtation. The way she smirks back makes Daenerys burn with fury. Only she deserved those heated gazes and full rows of glinting white teeth.

She opens the door slowly as to not alarm her guest. She fails miserably when it creaks loudly. Lydia jumps up immediately, a small dagger in hand in the shape of a spike. The dragonborn sighs as she recognizes her queen. Her heart pumps faster still at the sight.

"Your grace-," Lydia begins. Only to be cut off by a dainty hand. Daenerys closes the door softly, never taking her eyes off her intended. Lydia's toned stomach constricts as she breaths deeply and the dragon queen is on fire again.

"Take a seat," Daenerys ordered, flicking her eyes to the chair a few feet away. Lydia scrunched her brows in confusion but the queen's gaze is unwavering.

Lydia sat almost shaking as her queen came to stand behind her. Her stomach twisted in knots at just her presence but now, alone, she felt almost faint. As Daenerys began to massage her shoulders, Lydia but her lip to not moan in ecstasy.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, your grace," Lydia bit out breathlessly. Daenerys felt annoyed. Hearing this strong woman say her name was a pleasure she seldom knew but she wanted it to spill forth like sweet ambrosia.

"Call me Daenerys when we are alone."

"Daenerys," Lydia gasped. She'd hit a particularly tense spot and smoothed it out expertly. Lydia thought she'd ascended to heaven.

"I am here because I wanted to see you. I wanted there to be no escape for you. Seeing as you love to steal away from me," the Dragon Queen said smirking.

Lydia went to defend herself but stopped short when Daenerys came to stand in front of her. The shorter woman's smirk faded as she looked over the huntress. All pale skin and sinewy muscle and scars. All of the beautiful scars that she wished to kiss. To touch.

"I want to make something clear with you, dragonborn," Daenerys said quietly. She straddled the taller woman without hesitation and watched in awe as she almost shook with nerves. Such strength sat beneath. Such power that she wanted panting and moaning and at her mercy. "When I want something, I get it. There is nothing in this world that I cannot have if I want it. You would do well to remember that."

Lydia's heart beat wildly in her chest. Not from fear or trepidation but from pure arousal. Between her legs heat rose unbearably. She'd secretly been pining for the queen but thought it fruitless after Oerion left. She felt half as confident without him but now she sees it all worked in her favor.

"And what is it that you desire, Daenerys," she whispered. Her hot hands moved to the queen's hips, gripping firmly. Silver stared deeply into violet without wavering. An understanding passed between. Lydia would not run any longer and Daenerys would have exactly what she wanted.

Daenerys smoothed her hands up Lydia's shoulders to the back of her neck. She reveled in the soft, heated skin and wished to feel it against her own. She'd played this game of chase for far too long. Never had she been the one to do such a thing but it made the victory all the sweeter.

"You," she said simply.

Daenerys dove in, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. It took all she had not to smash them together and battle for dominance. The burn between her legs grew even more insatiable.

Lydia broke the kiss, hot hands sliding along strong thighs beneath the queen's dress. Daenerys bit her lip hard and pressed their heads together. Her hips rolled slowly as those hands moved to her inner thighs.

"Show me, my queen."

"Daenerys? Did you hear me? I said we're close to Winterfell," Oerion said, dark eyebrows raised in amusement. Daenerys startled and sputtered a response. Not even remembering what she said.

Lydia glanced at her lover with laughter bubbling up. Of course Lydia knew what it was her queen was daydreaming about. The tell tale blush at her cheeks and the sidelong glances gave it away. She often caught the silver haired woman deep in thought, blushing heavily. She felt like the luckiest woman alive to have such a devoted partner. She still couldn't help but make fun of her.

"Don't worry about her grace, brother. She's just reminiscing on some of our most raunchy moments," Lydia said, grinning manically. Daenerys let her jaw fall open in shock. How dare she say that?

Oerion's eyes widened to saucers. His mind wandered to what exactly his sister had been up to with the queen. He'd seen her in action and knew damn well that Dany was having the time of her life. That made him think about Arya and his heart beat faster. His attraction for her was like a roaring fire in his belly growing to encompassing everything. The anticipation of seeing her is eating him alive.

"Have you and your wolf-" Lydia began, smirking like an evil daedra. Oerion glared at her, cutting her off. He loves his sister but she owns no filter. Whatever she wants to say she will say it with no regrets.

"No. Unlike you, I can control my urges. It will happen when she wants it to and no sooner," he said, kicking his stallion forward. He pulled his hood up and cursed under his breath. Silently cursing his own temper.

Daenerys looked at Lydia sternly. The raven woman rolled her eyes and shrugged. "He wasn't always so easily goaded. He must really like this girl if he's willing to wait. A few years ago he was worse than me."

"I can't imagine anyone rivaling the fabled Huntress," the queen said, grinning. Lydia tried to hide her smile but failed miserably in the end. She does take pride in pleasing her silver queen.

"You won't have to imagine, Danz. If I have my way, you'll never think about anyone else."

-oOo-

Winterfell came into view like a beacon of hope for the men and women born of the long summer. They had set up a massive field of tents outside the fortress, wrapping around. Fires were already set in preparation for the incoming soldiers.

For Oerion Skuldafn, it was a light at the end of a dark tunnel. He could basically feel Arya's presence as he scouted ahead. She'd written him, yes, but he needed to see for himself that she was healthy.

The dragonborn had imagined this for a fortnight. Those steel gray eyes are forever burned into his memories. Not unlike the Thu'um that bounces around in his mind. The voice of Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time, is muted against the ferocity of his She Wolf's voice. Like the songs his mother used to sing, she lulls him to awareness and draws him in.

The gates of Winterfell open slowly. Jon Snow, Jaime And Tyrion, and Ser Jorah Mormont ride up to join the queen. Oerion falls back beside her dutifully. His heart pounds in his ears when he faintly sees his wolf standing beside her sister. Etched in black and blurry from a distance.

"It's time," Daenerys said, sinking back into her regal role in the blink of an eye. Lydia saw the change in her and did the same. That ever present smirk smoothing out into statuesque seriousness. A visage of her lady mother before her.

Oerion was not so stoic as they rode up to the the fortress. Closing in, he took in every detail of the young Stark. Eyes searching like the experienced hunter that he is for new wounds or scars. Any sign of discomfort that he might see in her body language, finding none. He vowed to check later when they were alone. He caught those gray eyes and noticed the smile playing at her lips. Oerion thought he might jump off of his horse.

They stopped in front of the sisters and their brother, Bran Stark, along with they're smaller group of advisors. Jon Snow dismounted his horse swiftly. Overwhelmed with the sight of his missing siblings. Oerion watched the man lose his military bearing and wished he could do the same. He watched Jon pick Arya up and twirl her around with a small smile on his face. Seeing this made him warmer.

Daenerys spoke to Sansa and her advisors faster than he imagined. He put it down to the horrible chill the queen and her army must be feeling right now. Ori wanted to thank the nine for blessing the cold winds as they galloped inside. He caught Arya's eye as he quickly moved to the stable. Gray and Silver clashing as time slowed around them. He could have swore he saw those wild eyes watering.

As he tied his horse to a post as fast as he could to get to her, Arya tapped the back of his ornate armor, grinning happily. Oerion jumped like a frightened horse and turned around. Arya stood holding back snickers at his expression. She forgot how effected her dragon was by her. He looked like he saw a ghost. Considering she had seemingly transported over to him, she understood.

He looked around to make sure they were alone. Only to see the bustle of the people bringing in rations and carrying them out for the new soldiers that would sleep outside the walls. His sister and Lydia were nowhere to seen. Good. Jon Snow and Ser Jorah helped with the work as well. Even better.

Arya rolled her eyes at his need to be aware of all the eyes and ears around him. If she wanted to kiss him, she would. Whether her brother saw it or not. What is mine is no one else's concern.

Their eyes connect finally and all is lost around them. Arya felt like she had waited eons to see him again. It felt almost surreal to see her pale dragon in all his warrior regalia. Looking every bit the formidable opponent he is. There is no doubt left in her heart now. She will never have to be apart from him again. This one is all mine.

Her eyes narrowed, wandering over his body. Scrutinizing what little skin could see. She was determined to have a better look later. His armor is good for protecting but horrible for spotting injuries. She barely has the patience to wait until later. Anxiety grips at her mind.

"You're alive," Arya said, staring into those ethereal eyes. Her heart pounds against her chest as he steps a bit closer. His plumb lips pulling into a soft smile, so full of relief that she gets butterflies.

"And so are you," Oerion replies, grabbing her small hands. They are cold, unlike his. He caresses them absentmindedly. Arya can barely contain her need to hold him. To kiss him. "I thought I would come back to you, scoop you up like a fair maiden, and run off to some island where no one can find us. I like reality much better."

Arya laughed genuinely for the first time since he left. The image he evoked was nothing like her and he knew as much which made it more endearing. "That sounds appealing, dragon, but you know well enough that I love a good fight."

Oerion wrapped his arms around Arya confidently. All the nervousness he harbored swiftly transforming into comfort and adoration. Arya bit her lip against a face splitting smile.

"And that in itself is why I'll never leave your side, She Wolf."

Arya's eyes ran over the planes of Oerion's chiseled face slowly. Her body heats up as he leans toward her. Those thick, rosy lips descending in slow motion. Images of the night of their first kiss came flooding back. He made her feel things she never felt before. He left her wanting something more...wild. This time there was nothing stopping them fr-

Lips like clouds bounced off her forehead.

"Now let us go inside. You have to meet my sister and Daenerys. Or, her grace. Whatever she wants to be called these days. You and Lydia are just alike in ways. She's more-"

Arya glared at her intended as he pulled her toward the main hall, chattering nonstop. His large hand making it impossible to escape, though she didn't even think about it. All she knew was that those lips were hers and she'd have them where she wanted them regardless of his chasteness. She would have none of his chivalrous games.

Because wolves are possessive and they mate for life. No need to waste time.