Hello my lovelies, dear, this one was a bit of a tough one... it was so easy to get her to Winterfell, but what on Earth would Jon and her talk about? How would they interact? Well, I hope I did it justice. Let me know what you think in a review ;)


"Do you believe me?" Jon Snow asked a very silent, very worried Samaya. He had just told her everything he knew and everything he had seen beyond the Wall. All that was coming for them, and all that could kill it. They had sat down at the edge of the pool in the Godswood, her listening attentively as he told his tale. Now, she stared into the trees before them, answering after a few moments.

"I do. It scares me to admit, but I really do believe you. If they breach the Wall… all of Westeros will die," she said quietly. Jon nodded solemnly.

"And you understand that dragons would be the ultimate weapon against them?" he continued. She nodded again.

"Yes, but Daenerys' dragons are not yet fully grown, and she is very attached to them. I cannot say how she will react to this news," Samaya answered.

"My bannermen have advised against, but I am willing to go South with you and bring my case to her personally. I will swear my allegiance to House Targaryen if she aids in defeating the Army of the Dead," he told her in a strong voice. Her gaze wandered from the trees to his face, and they locked eyes for a long moment. He felt drawn into hers, so green, so lively, so… beautiful. Still, the importance of his declaration hung heavy in the air between them. Samaya sighed and let her shoulders drop.

"I hope she will listen. My sister is not someone who believes tales lightly…" she trailed off, looking into the distance again. Jon Snow was intrigued observed her for a long moment

"When did you find out you were a Targaryen?" he asked her quietly. She gave him a sad smile and stood up.

"That, Lord Snow, is a story for another day. Now, come, I am starving! Would you lead me back to the Great Hall?" she asked him in a light tone. He furrowed his brows for a moment before he returned her smile. Standing up, he linked his arm through hers.

"Of course, Milady. Dinner should be ready by now," he said and they started walking out of the Godswood together.


When they reached the courtyard, there was a lot of commotion. Jon immediately left her side and pushed through the throng of people that had amassed in the centre. Sam followed at a slower pace, weaving through the crowd in a more polite way. The people were excited, and there were smiles all over. When she reached the middle of the spectacle, she could see two newcomers. Both were dressed in furs and rags, much like wildlings. There was a girl, with untamed, curly hair, standing next to a small wagon that carried a boy. The girl looked at him with relief as Jon and Sansa both hugged the newcomer. Samaya did not quite understand what was going on. She nudged an older woman to her right, who had tears in her eyes.

"Pray tell me, who is this?" she asked and the woman sniffled.

"'At's Brandon Stark, Milady. He's survived! We all thought 'im dead!" she said, laughing with relief. Sam blinked a few times. A lost Stark returned to his siblings… it was almost a miracle. A smile broke free on her face and she turned back to the small group. As they were wheeling the boy inside, he caught her eye. Sam felt as if invisible ropes had suddenly wrapped themselves around her body, she was unable to move. Her breath caught in her throat, and she heard a strange voice in her head. As she was staring at the unwavering face of Brandon Stark, she heard it loud and clear.

"Welcome to Winterfell, Queen Samaya," it said.


Samaya woke up the next day as a heavy weight jumped onto her bed. She shot up only to see a massive, white wolf towering over her. Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could even scream, the beast had licked its raw tongue once over her whole face. Laughter greeted her from the other side of the room, and she saw Sansa, clearly amused by her shock.

"What is this?" Samaya finally stuttered after some time. The wolf disappeared from her face only to curl up at the end of the bed. Slowly, she pulled herself up into a sitting position.

"His name is Ghost, he is Jon's direwolf. He followed me to your chamber, I did not know why, but now it's clear," the younger girl answered.

"Do all of you have direwolves?" Sam asked, still a little shaken by the whole situation. Sansa's eyes darkened at her question.

"We used to. My father and brothers found them before King Robert came to Winterfell. They are all dead except for Ghost and Nymeria, though we do not know where she is," she asked with a sad tone in her voice, walking over and sitting on the side of the bed. Sam took her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"I am sorry if my question has pained you," she said with sympathy in her voice. Sansa smiled sadly.

"That's ok. I just wish I hadn't been so stupid. Lady died because of me. Because I was a stupid, young girl back then," Sansa said, staring at their hands.

"Tell me, Sansa: do you still think yourself stupid?" Sam asked her, cocking up one of her brows. Sansa mulled the question over for a moment.

"No. No, I have learnt to be clever," she finally said.

"Good. Clever girls survive in this world," Sam commented and they both grinned.

"Oh, I almost forgot: Jon wants a word, he will be waiting in his study for you," Sansa finally delivered the message she came for, and then got up and hurried out of the room. The wolf, however, stayed. Sam looked at him for a few long moments, until he looked right back at her with his blood-red eyes. A silent sense of understanding seemed to pass between them, and as he put his head forward, she scratched him gently behind the ears, smiling as she did. It seemed that she had made a new friend.


Jon paced the study nervously, looking over at Bran ever so often. He found it hard to believe what had happened to his young brother, but his guts told him that it was true. With all the things he had encountered beyond the Wall, the tale of the Three-Eyed-Raven seemed plausible. And now that dragons were back, he really did believe that magic was stronger than ever before in this land.

He stopped walking as the door opened, and Ghost silently trotted into the room, followed by the Lady Samaya. She graced him with a small smile, but her features froze slightly as she spotted Bran.

"Lady Samaya, this is my brother, Brandon Stark," he quickly introduced and she gave the boy a small nod.

"I was very happy to hear about your safe return to Winterfell," she said stiffly and Bran regarded her with that eerie look of his.

"I have seen you. In the past, and in the future. Great things are written on the pages of your life," he told her, not breaking eye contact. Samaya stood there stiffly, very uncomfortable by his words.

"I honestly do not know what to reply, my Lord," she told him, her voice a little insecure. To Jon's surprise, Bran gave her a small smile.

"Nobody ever does, but I understand. One day, you will, too," he replied and Sam's face seemed to relax a little.

"Bran has certain… gifts. He has travelled beyond the Wall to find someone called the Three-Eyed Raven," Jon explained his brother's odd demeanour.

"I am the Three-Eyed Raven now. I see everything," the young boy continued.

"Greensight?" Samaya asked him.

"Stronger than Greensight," he replied. She slowly nodded. Jon was surprised to see that she was not doubting his brother.

"I asked Bran to confirm your heritage. You were not lying," Jon told her. She looked at him with a stern expression.

"Of course not. But I understand your caution," Samaya said.

"I have to be careful, the people of the North are looking to me for guidance. I cannot let them down. As you might have noticed, they do not like what your Queen is asking," he continued and looked at her.

"I know, but as you said yourself, dragons might be your best chance against what comes from the Wall," she pointed out.

"You are right. But since Aegon, no Northerner has ever bent the knee. My brother was crowned King in the North, and that honour has fallen to me now. If I submit so shortly after having gained it, I will lose all of their respect," Jon said, trying to make her understand why it would be so hard to do what they asked.

"Have you changed your mind about meeting Daenerys?" she asked after a few moments, her eyes having hardened slightly. Jon Snow sighed and picked up a roll of parchment from his desk.

"No, but I have a new reason to. This arrived today from the Citadel. One of my former brothers in the Night's Watch has been sent there to be trained as a maester. He discovered some useful information," he said and handed her the scroll. Sceptically, she took it and scanned over its content quickly.

"Dragonglass? You said it kills wights," she concluded and Jon Snow nodded.

"And apparently, Dragonstone sits on a mountain of it. I will travel to meet your Queen, but I will only pledge allegiance if she helps in the fight, and if she gives permission to mine the dragonglass," he told her sternly. Sam furrowed her brows.

"She will not like that very much I'm afraid," was her only response.

"No, but she will see. She will understand," Bran suddenly spoke up. They both looked at him, having almost forgotten that he was in the room with them.

"What does that mean, Bran? Will she support us in the fight against the Dead?" Jon asked him eagerly, but Bran remained silent. Whatever it was he knew, it was not meant for their ears. The older boy looked at Samaya, but she seemed to be deep in thought.

"I agree," Bran then said after a few instances, looking right at her. Her mouth popped open in silent shock, but she quickly composed herself and smiled.

"You are willing to travel South, and I have an idea of how to go about it," she started talking and stepped closer to Jon Snow. He regarded her curiously.

"Send a small party on its way by land, but ride to Dragonstone with me," she suggested.

"On the dragon?" he asked, his voice in disbelief. She nodded and took his hand. As before, a curious sensation pulsed through his skin, and he felt his body coming alive. When she touched him, it was like warmth and comfort turned liquid and seeped over him.

"Rhaegal likes you, and my sister will respect you if she sees it," the girl continued and squeezed his hand. He mulled it over for a long moment, thinking of all the possible reasons why this would be a bad idea.

"Northern men do not generally fare well when they go South on their own," Jon finally managed to say. She gave him a big smile then.

"Oh, but you won't be on your own. You will have me."


Tadaaa... oh, and I wanted to respond to a guest review, since it had quite a valid point:

Raven: It might seem so, but in this instant, they were in her bedchambers inside the castle, there's not really something the dragons could do. Also, all it would take for a small drop of poison to end someone's life, and it would be very hard to proof... Because Dorne has sided with Daenerys, Sam can't really do her any harm, or her sister would loose a big part of her army. So I think i's justified why she's a little sceptical of her ;)