Jon made his way further towards the wall and father away from Anastasia, he imagined what it would be like, and he'd never been south. It could only dream of what she'd look like dress in southern attire instead of like a man. He felt warm at the thoughts of Anastasia, he didn't care that she was a dragon; he would never judge anyone based on their birth. Jon sifted through his pack only to find another letter fall from it. Jon opened it to find that it was once again in Anastasia's hand.

Dear Jon,

By now you should have read about my turbulent family history, I hope you are able to accept me and don't intend to burn this letter unread. I wrote this letter to inform you where you will receive my letters when you reach the wall. There is a small section down to the west of the main gate, there is a small keep there were for small favours a man can get letters sent and delivered. I won't write until after I hear from you, the ball is now in your court Jon Snow.

Anastasia prepared her horse for the long ride, the king had spared no men for her, but that did not bother Anastasia she had always preferred the allure of the open road alone. She left the kings party before dawn; there was no point her staying where she was not wanted.

Anastasia loved travelling along the open road alone, there was never ending possibilities, she rode her horse harder than necessary, and she was thrilled at the possibility of seeing Jon so soon. Her father thought that he was punishing her by sending her back north, but in fact nothing would make her happier, she loved the north and had always wanted to see what it looked like beyond the wall. They also thought it was a terrible thing to be sent over the narrow sea, but she could not wait until she got there. Anastasia had heard stories while she travelled with the Dothraki that the remaining dragons stilled live near the red waste, she wanted to see for herself the family she was supposed to be with.

Anastasia spent much of her time upon her horse, riding the long forgotten roads; she didn't like staying in towns, because there was always some horny bastard who was up for the challenge of a woman with a sword. Anastasia much preferred sleeping in a tree, there was the purity of it. Her journey was largely uneventful, until the third day. She was travelling through a thick clearing of trees, when a familiar figure appeared Sheridan was a mighty woman warrior. Anastasia had met her while she resided over the narrow sea. The woman was fierce, but never had learnt how to be silent when she moved.

"You're a long way from home aren't you?" Anastasia said as she dismounted her horse.

"I could same the same for you."

"Well, what do you want I take it this isn't a friendly visit otherwise we may have meet somewhere more public." Anastasia kept her eyes on the wild woman, while her hands inconspicuously made their way to her blades.

"I would, have met you on an open field, but the rat you are sneaks through the country, you hide in your castle and now along this hidden track. I'm here in order to take you home, back to your Khal. I'm not supposed to hurt you as you are still my Khaleesi."

"I'm not a Khaleesi, I never wed your Khal, and if I remember correctly I left before the wedding with his horse right here." She said patting her beautiful stead.

"I do not agree with you being my Khaleesi, but the Khal has sent me to retrieve what is his, so he may mount his bride."

"Your Khal had something I wanted and I took it, it's not my problem he thought that access to my cunt came with it." Anastasia threw a knife faster, than Sheridan could blink the blade flying past the woman the blade close enough to trim her hair with it. "The next one won't miss, now do you want to leave or have me show you why he wanted me as a Khaleesi."

Sheridan was not one to be threated she pulled her blade and launched herself at Anastasia, I piercing battle cry on her lips. Anastasia moved to the side, leaving the woman exposed from the side, but choosing not to take the easy shot, she simply put a swift kick into the woman's side, hoping that if she just left her bruised, she'd leave with a wounded pride instead of as a dead woman. Sheridan was thrown of course, she stumbled sideways. Anastasia let her recover, but the woman just kept coming each time getting closer and closer to striking Anastasia, Anastasia was tiring of sparing this woman, had she wanted to kill her the woman would be dead several times over.

"Back down or I will kill you and it won't be a pretty sight." Anastasia threatened.

"You have not killed me yet, why would I back down?"

Anastasia grabbed the blade from her lower back and threw it true into the woman solar plexus, making Sheridan drop her weapon and reach for the blade. Anastasia grabbed it first and shoved it further into the wild woman before, whispering in her ear. "You will ride with your ancestors in the night lands, on this night." Anastasia pulled the blade up further.

Anastasia looked at the woman's blood filled mouth as she spluttered "Your mercy."

Anastasia was tired when she looked at the dead woman's body. Anastasia sprung to action, gathering wood as she built a burial pyre. Anastasia had much experience in the construction of these sadly. By the time night had fallen the fire blazed and Anastasia looked into the flames which ate the wild woman, "You were brave, regardless of how stupid, you were brave. Rest in peace now."