A/N: Hey peeps!

So I think some people forgot about what happened with the war with Cersei in the south :) I wrote about it in Snow in NY, but basically Daenerys defeated Cersei's armies with the help of Jamie, who turned the Lannister army against her... oh, and Dany burned some Golden Company members. Cersei escaped with some of her loyalists (including the Mountain and Qyburn) and her location is unknown... For the army of the dead, well, they're pretty slow, not skipping on any village and holdfast, went to destroy Castle Black but most of the Watch's brothers escaped in time. Also, the North is really big, so it takes time to move an army.

So yeah, if anyone was wondering, or if it wasn't clear when I wrote it in Daenerys' POV in the previous story :)

"But is he really that good?" I asked Arya as we walked down the stairs.

She smiled and nodded. "He's one of the best smiths in the known world."

I looked at her pointedly. "It's not a toy… you know, it's pretty dangerous."

"He'll do fine. Just ask him about it."

When we walked into the workshop I saw a few smiths work on giant armors-dragon armors. There were also goldsmiths working on it, putting small dragonglass pieces in the metal. It was very hot in there, despite the freezing cold out, so most of them were shirtless and sweaty.

Gendry approached us with a smile. He had papers in one hand and a weird measuring device in the other. "Arya, President Andie, what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked.

I blinked and tried not to laugh at him actually calling me president. "You can call my Andie." I said and he smiled back at me.

"We need your help." Arya said. "Do you think you'll have the time?"

Gendry looked behind him at the working men. "Yes, perhaps." He said and lead us to his desk.

I took one of my guns out and placed it on his desk. "I need your help with this."

He picked it up and squinted his eyes, "It's heavier than it looks."

"Yes," Arya agreed. "And way more dangerous. I was surprised myself."

He nodded. "And how do I… help you? You want me to make another?"

"No," I said. "I need you to make me dragonglass bullets."

"Dragonglass what?"

I took the bullet case out of the gun. Then, I took one bullet out and held it between two fingers. "Bullets. It's that small thing."

Gedry took some time to look at the bullet. Then he examined the gun.

"So usually, the thing that makes them fly is gunpowder… it's inside the bullet, but don't try to open it or break it! It can explode in your face."

Then we talked for a while. I showed him how to properly open the bullets. Gendry said he heard of something that works like gunpowder. I told him how measurements are crucial-if the bullet is too small, he gun won't shoot. If it's too big, it will block the barrel and the whole thing will explode in the shooter's hands. Even the smallest grain of sand can interrupt a gun's proper function, and those things have to be greased regularly.

"I'll try to think of something." Gendry said. "Are you really going to try and fight with those? I heard you're a baker." He said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes at him, but Arya saved me from talking. "Didn't you see how good she is? She'll do better at the battlefield than in the bakery. You've been there when Andie taught me what guns are."

He smiled for a moment, "You, and half the castle."

Gendry pressed his lips and nodded. "I'll tell you when I've made a progress."

I looked around at the yard, waiting for the evening impatiently.

Arya was nowhere to be seen after we went to the workshop. I think she got a bit bored with me. I had a small lunch and walked around the castle until I decided to rest on one of the balconies.

"Cold, isn't it?" I heard someone ask me. I looked around and saw it was Tyrion Lannister.

"Yes." I answered, not really sure why he talked to me. He didn't talk to me this whole week, I guess he was too busy.

"Does it ever get this cold in the place you are from?"

"Nope." I said and rubbed my gloved hands together. "You're Daenerys's hand, aren't you?"

Tyrion smiled coyly and gave me a nod. "I am," he said. "Would you mind walking with me?"

I didn't have anything better to do. And I wanted to be liked by Daenerys's advisors, so I shrugged. "Not at all."

We walked to the godswood. "I heard from Jon that the world in which you came from is very different from here," Tyrion said. "It's much more comfortable living there."

"Depends on how much power, status and money you've got." I answered, "Depends on which parts of it you live in."

"Of course, like in every world, I assume." Tyrion agreed and petted a dog that passed by. "But still, I heard that the unfortunate can live better than the unfortunate here."

"Yes, I guess." I said and shrugged. "But they don't think about other unfortunate people. Most of them think about their own misfortune."

Tyrion smiled, "And then you have people like Jon Snow, a bastard, who was raised by his step mother to believe he's a piece of mud who grew up to save wildlings as the youngest lord commander of the Night's Watch I can remember, or Daenerys, that was born as a fugitive, and was sold and raped, and always had a place in her heart for the people who were unlucky, or unluckier than her. "

I looked at him from the corner of my eye, "Or you." I said. I didn't know him much, but I could see the scars on his face, I could se the sadness in his eyes. Tyrion was funny and sharp, he had smart and quick comments when I had the chance to hear him talk, but I could still see it. And also, I guess dwarfs here have it harder than in out world. I mean, I can't be the one to talk, but I believe out society is a bit more open to freaks and different people.

"Or you, too." Tyrion smirked a bit and we kept on walking. I guess he did his background check on me. Then I heard the dragons again and looked at the sky. "They're hunting," Tyrion said. "You think they're big now? Wait until you see one in person. Think how big they are from my perspective."

I smiled and looked at him again. I like it, people who can laugh at their own weaknesses are the best. I need to do that myself.

"Their mother wasn't sure about you at first," Tyrion said.

"Is she the one who sent you to talk to me?" I asked, trying to not get disappointed if the answer is yes. I thought I was making a new friend.

"Not just. I wanted to know someone from a far away land. I'm a very curious man for my size."

I kicked some rocks on the way. "Why wasn't Daenerys sure about me? I helped Jon back."

Tyrion nodded, "Well, jealousy is not something you can help."

"Jealousy?" I stopped in my place, "You want to tell me that the mother of dragons, one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life, was jealous of a fucking New Yorker with blue hair?"

"Well, maybe I'm not saying it right. She likes your free spirit, but she's also worried by it." He said. "She's worried you will not respect her authority."

"So here you're right. I don't respect anyone's authority. I respect logical and moral choices." I said and crossed my hands.

Tyrion smirked at me again, "Here you're wrong. You should not say it aloud. You've come to a different place, and you need to play by its rules."

I though about it for a moment. I wanted Jon to play by New York's rules, right? No swords, no dramatic speeches in the middle of the streets, no hunting in Central Park. I guess that here they don't have free speech, and people that want to have it are outcasts that are on their own. Here, you don't want to be on your own. The chances of your survival are pretty close to zero.

I kept on walking. "You have a point." I said and bit my lower lip. I hate being wrong. "But I can't just nod my head to everything Jon or Daenerys say."

"No, you don't." Tyrion said. "But you have to follow, whatever decision they're making. Right now, Daenerys is the queen. Jon has the title of king in the north because his people want him to be one, but he's not the person who makes the final decision. He bent the knee to Daenerys already, and swore to follow her."

It made me smile a bit. I already felt like Daenerys is the one with the final word here.

"She asked for you." Tyrion said. "The queen wants to have a word and get to know you in person, even if my judgement of character is great. She wants you to come to her chambers after supper."

I blinked and stopped in my walk. That was surprising, but also convenient. Instead of trying to reach her myself, she's inviting me. Maybe she's going to execute me for burning a whole bunch of bread last morning. Well, nothing to lose. "Sure. I'll be honored." I said and resumed walking. Tyrion chuckled. "Look," He said. "You already learn how to talk of our leaders."

'Yeah, sure. Whatever. I mean, she's the mother of dragons. I don't wanna get on her bad side." I answered and looked at the big weirwood tree when we stopped again.

"Their relationship is a problem, you know." Tyrion said out of the blue.

"What?"

"Jon and Daenerys," He explained himself, "I can see why they fell for each other. But this is such, such an unsmart, dangerous relationship."

I was a bit surprised he said that, just after the little speech he gave me about following your leader's decisions.

"Let me explain myself; both are moral, good leaders, who care for their people. But now they might not make all of their decision based on their care for their people alone-they might make decision based on their love for one another. They could make a lot of people angry… disappointed."

"But that's already happened." I said. "They're in love, Daenerys is pregnant. There's no turning back."

Tyrion looked at me for a while, "You're right." He gave me a knowing look, "Love is something you can't control."

I bit my lip again and looked at the dragons in the sky, far, far away from us. I did what I do best when I want to say smart things. I quoted a rock song.

"Love is blindness."

I skipped dinner that day. I was mainly practicing with the bow and arrow. Those are the kind of things that are useful, and also help me focus. Clegane passed me by on his way to dinner and looked at me practice.

"Are you too afraid of watching a man shit himself to death?" He asked. "Is that why you're choosing weapons that keep you far from them?" There was something annoyed in his voice, like he doesn't aprove the type of behavior he was talking about.

I looked at him for a moment, "Nope." I said. "I've killed on short range before."

He sniffed and laid his hand on the hilt of his sword. "What is the point of a long-range weapon if you kill at short range?"

"It still gives you a bit of an advantage."

"Hmm." The Hound growled and looked around. "Maybe you're right. I like to look my enemy in the eye," He said, like that was the only right way to do it. "It gives them respect."

I looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, "Is it ever respectful to shit yourself to death?" I used his words. He snorted at me and turned to the doors to the great hall. "Aren't you cold, girl?" He asked. "Don't you want to have some warm wine? You're funnier when you're drunk."

I pressed my lips at him and snorted back, "Not hungry, Clegane, but thanks for the invitation." I looked back at the target. "I need to improve my skills."

"You're right about that." He agreed. "You should learn from a Dothraki archer. These people are fucking beasts."

"Says the one they call The Hound." I answered. I heard another amused snort and the heavy doors to the great hall open. I felt the light from the inside fall on my back, and then it was dark again. The moon and the stars were almost enough to light the whole sparring yard. There where only two torches out. I wondered if I can learn from the Dothraki like he told me. Most of them don't speak English.

I sighed and kept on practicing. When I felt it was time and the hall was emptying, I went inside the castle through a different door, straight into one of the halls. Now, if I remember right, I should be there soon and not get lost in the building.

After ten minutes of walking, I stopped in front of a double door.

Yeah, Daenerys invited me through Tyrion to come, but I wanted to come a speak with her anyways. I wasn't sure what I was doing. It was dumb. I know Jon is thinking he's protecting my life somehow, but it's wrong. And anyway, I could die burning myself in the bakery just as I could die by the hand of the wights, and only one of the options is worth writing a song about.

I looked at the big door. It had a big iron three-headed dragon on it. The red dragon stared at mine with its six eyes. I felt the Unsullied guards' stare at me.

When I approached the door, they didn't block me, they probably expected me. So I took a big breath and knocked on it.

It took a few minutes, but the door opened with a slight creaking noise.

Daenerys wore her stiff war-dress-uniform thing, with her three-headed dragon silver pin and red cloak. "Come in, Andie." She said with a welcoming expression, but not a smile.

But I smiled. Oh, finally! Finally, someone who didn't call me a lady!

"Good evening, your grace," I said with a little bow. "I heard you want to talk."

Daenerys's room was huge. It was full of tapestries of dragons and horses. Her fireplace was the biggest one I saw in anybody's bedroom, and it made it extra hot in there.

"How is your time in the bakery? Do you like it there?" Daenerys asked and sat on a sofa. She gestured with her head for me to sit on the one opposite to hers. The sofas were really close to the fire, so I had to take off my coat before I sat down. "Well…" I bit my lip and looked at the fire. "I love baking, but I think I can do so much more."

Daenerys smiled knowingly, but the smile didn't touch her eyes. It was too polite. "I know," She said and crossed her legs, "I saw it."

I looked around the room, at the windows. I saw there was a doorframe leading to a bathroom with a big stone bath and torches all around it. "Well, you love fire, do you?"

"Fire and Blood, those are the words of my house," Daenerys said. "I'm used to warmth."

So why is she so cold? I guess she's not going to warm up to fast to a stranger.

"Tyrion said you wanted to talk to me." I said, cutting straight to business.

Daenerys nodded. The she looked away, thinking. "Your skills are very useful." She said. "And unexpected. I need you to do something for me, but I wanted to meet you in person first."

I blinked, a bit shocked. Daenerys wants to put me out on the field? But Jon… didn't he tell her he doesn't want to put me in danger? Not that I care too much, the reason I wanted to talk to her was to ask her to got out and fight, be actually helpful in the war. "Jon wants me in the bakery." I said anyways, just in case it's a loyalty test or whatever.

Daenerys turned to face me. "How loyal you are to him?" she asked with a suspecting gaze, "Are you really going to follow him everywhere?"

I felt small in my chair. "Well, you saw yourself I didn't. I barely saw him this whole week."

"Because you were following his orders."

I swallowed. "I didn't have much of a choice… but now…"

Daenerys stood up and walked to the hearth. "I know." She said, "You feel trapped and came up with a plan. You wanted to meet me and ask me to let you fight the White Walkers because Jon will not have you doing it."

I pressed my lips. "Well, yes, kinda. I mean, that's exactly what I was planning."

"I'm not going to let you fight in this war."

I stood up, annoyed. "But you said-"

"I said," Daenerys turned around and looked at me with the fire at her back, "I have something for you to do, but it is not fighting the army of the dead."

I looked around and sighed. "You want to move me from the bakery to the kitchens?" I asked with a frown.

Daenerys chuckled, "No, of course not. Why would I bother telling you that myself?" She pace closer to me, "I have far better plans for you. But first, I need you to swear loyal to me."

I sighed again. I didn't like all of those declarations of loyalty thing. It was very dramatic and made me feel like I'm actually bound to that person right now. But do I want to be bound to Daenerys? I mean, she had dragons. She's the queen. I guess she's kinda awesome when you think about it, freeing slave and all of that.

"What will it mean, if I'll swear for you?"

"It means you will follow me and my decisions to the death. It means you can advise me or tell me when you think I am wrong, but you will obey, whatever the order is. It means you will wear my colors and banners and protect me, my name and my house. And most of all, it means you will have my protection, my loyalty to you, and your enemies will die in flames as high as castle."

That seemed dramatic, but fair.

I nodded and bit my lip. Daenerys stepped closer. "Kneel, and swear for me, and I give you my word that after all of that will end I will help you find the way home."

I didn't like kneeling, but like Tyrion told me today-I need to play by the rules of this world. And I want to get out of the bakery, and help like I know I can. What is bending one fucking knee in order to do all that?

I knelt, as dramatically as possible and said, "I pledge my loyalty to you." I was thinking if I need to add anything, "And my guns, bow and arrow, and my cat too, if you want the cat."

"Rise." She said, and I stood up again. Then she smiled, "I don't need your cat."

I gave her a smile back, "You might regret it. She's lovely."

Daenerys ignored that comment, "I want you to come to my council meeting tomorrow at noon. We will discuss your mission there."