A/N: Hey guys!

I read that some people question the whole swearing fealty/loyalty, Daenerys being a bit of a demanding bish (well, she's a queen and queens tend to demand stuff, don't they? I mean, yeah sometimes too much but still), and I agree with it :) That's part of the story though. Andie had to do it to play by the rules of this world, and also achieve what she wanted-to get the fuck out of the castle and into the action (she didn't really think whether she'll regret it or not...). Anyways, yeah, it's a little bit too much to ask of her but Dany asked because that's Dany.

Also, I'm sorry there's not a lot of Jon right now. There will be more of him later, though.

So, yeah. I won't add anymore, and if you have questions you can always PM me.

Enjoy~~~

"It wasn't easy," Gendry said. He lifted the gun, "I really did have to be precise with the scale, but I managed to do it, I think."

I looked at the bullet case he made from metal, the kind you shove into the gun to load it. He made three on those, exact copies of the one I brought with me. In those cases, though, there were completely different bullets.

"You'll have to be precise," He continued as I checked everything, "I couldn't mold the dragonglass into whole bullets. There's a bit of it only at the tip of each bullet."

I smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'll be more than precise."

Gendry smiles and wiped some sweat off his forehead. "It was a challenge. The kind of challenge I like," He looked behind his shoulder, "And now, for a different kind of challenge. I'll have to fit the armors to the dragons in a fortnight, so if you'll excuse me,"

"Thanks, Gendry." I said before he disappeared back into the workshop.

Gendry also made me leather cases for the guns that I could strap to my hips. I said I feel like a real cowboy. He didn't get it, especially not why I called myself a 'boy'.

I went to the sparring yard to find Clegane destroying a human-shaped target with his huge sword. "Hey Clegane." I said simply and stood far behind him, to not get hit. "Who got you so upset?"

He turned around with a gruff snort, "What do ya mean, ya tiny blue-haired fucker?"

I didn't mind his name calling. It was amusing, and I knew there was a little, tiny bit of friendliness in them. "Actually, I don't remember you're ever pleased with anything that's not wine or chicken." I shrugged. "So, who are you killing today?" I asked and gestured to the target with my head. "Is that a wight fucker? A walker fucker? Oh, maybe a talker fucker."

"You're a talker fucker. Cunt." He said and turned to the target. Then he gave a blow so strong it chopped the hand off and went three inches deep into the torso, "But this time like most, it's my cunt of a brother."

"Cunt of a brother?" I asked and sat on a log, "What did he do to you?"

The Hound glared at me, "What didn't he do?" He said with his rusty grumpy voice, "Not just to me. That ugly thing has destroyed more lives than you can count, including mine." He pointed sharply at his face and turned to pull his sword out of the wood, "And the fucker still didn't die when Daenerys took King's Landing. He must be hiding with that bitch cunt Cersei and her cunt loyalists."

"A lot of cunts." I made a smart remark and watched the Hound chop off the other dummy's hand.

"Did I hear my sister's name?" I heard Jaime behind me.

"Fuck off." Sandor Clegane said with poison in his voice, "Like I need another Lannister around." He said the word 'Lannister' as if it was another curse.

Jaime didn't look hurt or scared. "I thought House Clegane was one of our sworn houses."

The Hound's eyes shot daggers at Jaime, "Fuck House Lannister. Fuck your cunt of a sister."

"Wow, guys, let's cool it down. We're on the same side, are we?"

Jaime didn't say anything, but Sandor took his sword and said, "Aye. We are, for now. We'll see who you really are if we're getting out of this mess alive. If not, well, I believe we will be on the same side in the army of the dead." Then he left and didn't look back.

"Oh, well." I said with a sigh. "I need to get used to people's dramatic monologues here. I thought it's just Jon's thing."

There were a few minutes of silence, so I took one of the dragonglass daggers Gendry gave me with the guns and practiced throwing them at the target. It was nothing like guns, or shooting arrows, so I didn't hit the target, the daggers just bumping into the wood on their blunt side and falling to the ground.

"They're not made for long range," Jaime said. "You use them in close combat."

I turned and looked at him after I picked up the dagger. "What do you mean?" I saw people throw daggers from far, in movies and in real life.

Jaime took a few steps forward, his left hand on the hilt of his sword. He gestured at the dagger with his head, "These are made of dragonglass. They can break easily if you just throw them around. They're also too thick to cut the air like steel. You should keep it close, should you lose your arrows and… guns, you called them?"

I smiled, "I never lose my guns," I said proudly, "And I can use them in short range, too," I took a step closer and stood about one feet away from him, "I could kill you right here on the spot, faster than you can draw a knife out."

Jaime looked like he was calculating in his mind. I could see him thinking if he should try and test me, but then he said, "Not with my left arm, for sure. It's not very clean to fight a man that already has a disadvantage." He snorted in his usual arrogant way.

I smirked again and showed him the dagger in the special belt Gendry made me, "You fight with what you have." I said, and walked away, back into the castle.

I just love these dramatic exits. I'm getting good at them. I start to understand Jon.

In the middle of the meeting room, there was a big table with a painting of Westeros on it. Daenerys stood at the head of it-at the Wall. Tyrion was right next to her. We were a small group of people, and Jon wasn't there.

I stood next to Casterly Rock. Tyrion said it's the seat of his house, if anything will be left of it after the war.

Brienne, the Hound, Missandei, Varys and some Dothraki and Unsullied stood around the table as well.

"I am sending you all south." Daenerys said after the introductions. "I need you the escort Lord Varys and Lord Tyrion to King's Landing."

Tyrion looked surprised and looked at Daenerys, "Excuse me, your Grace, but I thought I was to stay here and help."

Daenerys looked at Tyrion with a faint smile, "You are my Hand, my lord. You have ruled King's Landing as Hand once, and did a good job at it. In my absence, I need someone I trust to rule and heal the city Cersei left in chaos. You have no role in the war with the dead."

Tyrion looked down at the map and pressed his lips, and Daenerys continued. "There's no one I trust more than you for the job. I will give you the men you need."

He nodded, "Yes, my Queen." He said.

"And as for Cersei," Daenerys looked focused and hard again, "Someone is using my banners and name to throw fear in the commoners' hearts."

"Yes, your Grace," Varys said. "Indeed. Several groups of raiders, murderers and rapists are raiding the south villages. The commoners are thinking those are Dothraki screamers, or other soldiers that fight in your name."

"Sounds like the works of my sweet sister," Tyrion said and drummed his fingers on the table in anger. "We are going to take care of that as well, but we cannot spare too many men… most of our forces must stay here. You'll be sending enough with me to King's landing-"

"Yes. My lord." Daenerys stopped him. "But a small force will depart from King's Landing after we will secure your safety in the Red Keep." Then her eyes moved to me. "They will ride south and stop the violence and crime against the smallfolk."

Then Varys whispered something in her ear. She pressed her lips and looked at Tyrion. He nodded.

"We have a word of Cersei's place of hiding." Varys said. "And we will need you to bring her to justice."

"I bet my brother's protecting that cunt." Clegane said. "Where are they?"

"Somewhere in Dorne, apparently."

"But the Dornish men hate Cersei." Daenerys said and moved around the table.

"Since the tragic fall of house Martell and the deaths of the Sand Snakes, Dorne is in chaos. It will be easy to hide in the desert,"

"And send loyalist to torment smallfolk in Targaryen colors." Daenerys completed. "She hopes her lies about me and my armies will convince people that she's the kind ruler? She wants to cause an upraise while I'm fighting in the north to save everyone, including her."

"It seems so." Tyrion said.

I watched, patiently as I could, without interrupting. So it seems we're going to that King's Landing place-their capital city, I guess-and then ride even more south to find those raiders, and then somehow we get to a desert? And then we're going to find that Cersei chick who's also Tyrion's (and Jamie's) sister? Who's a bitch and a liar and all that? Easy peasy. Just give me a trustful GPS and a mini-van for the group. Oh, wait.

"The Hound, Brienne," Daenerys said and then looked at two Dothraki riders to her left. One of them looked like a classic Dothraki-if there's such a thing-dark, tall, made of mainly muscle and a long, long black braid. The other one was a bit smaller-which meant he only passed me in two heads instead of three and a half like the others-and he was leaner. He had greenish eyes and a long braid as well, "You'll be joind by two of my best bloodriders, who also speak the common tongue. Bono and Joqhu."

I tried not to laugh. The Bono I know is the farthest thing from a Dothraki. I wonder if he's going to like any of U2's songs.

"You will lead thirty good men south to defeat Cersei and her loyalists." Daenerys said.

"Thirty men?" Brienne asked. "I heard there are at least a hundred still loyal to the Mad Queen. How are we to defeat them all?"

Daenerys smiled. "I'm sure you are all capable of killing three men each," She said, then looked around the table. "And I'm also sending with you something they wouldn't expect." Then she looked at me, "I'm sending you with Andie."

The room was empty now, except for Tyrion and me. I wanted to go out and ask Brienne why she's joining, since I know she's suppose to protect Sansa and Arya. Maybe they sent her, but why? I guess they have some unfinished business with Cersei as well. That women pissed off a lot of people, it seems.

Before I got out of the door, Tyrion started talking. "So we're going south. It's nice down there," He smiled and pour wine into his goblet. "the weather is much better, that I can promise." Tyrion poured wine in a second goblet. I wonder why they have wine in their war council room, but I didn't ask. I looked at him, not sure I want to drink. I have to get ready, because we're heading out at what they call 'first light'. I circled the goblet with my finger.

"Are you excited, going back to the capital?" I asked him, "And away from the cold?"

"It's already snowing there as well," Tyrion said with a sigh, "But not as badly. So yes, I am excited for the change pf temperature. Not for the city itself, though."

I was a bit confused. "What is wrong with the city?"

"Well, people hated me there. They called me a demon-monkey the Imp of Casterly Rock. I bet they will again, when they see me. I was blamed for murdering my cruel and repulsive nephew, who was the king at the time."

I snorted, "Well, if you talk about him that way, why wouldn't they think you did?" I asked sarcastically. "Was he that bad?"

"He was beyond bad, but I did not kill him. I did kill my lord father."

"Wow, that's tough."

Tyrion gave me a coy smile, then drank from his goblet. "But I will fix the city. There's much fixing to be done, but I will. Tell me, Andie, how many people in your country are literate?"

I raise my eyebrows. "That's a weird question," I said, thinking. "I guess most of them are, on different levels. Why are you asking?"

He was thinking and drinking again, "that's interesting. By most, do you count only the rich and powerful and their peers?"

"Nope. By 'most' I mean most."

Tyrion walked around the table and stopped at King's Landing. "You see, Andie, here only the highborn, the knights and the lords and maybe some merchants are literate. Most of the smallfolk, the unlucky, don't know how to spell their own name. How many people are in your country?"

"Hmm. A lot. About three-hundred million."

Tyrion's eyes widen in shock. "Million?!"

"A bit more than that."

"That's indeed a lot of people." He laid his hand on the capital, "How did you manage to teach so many people to read?"

I shrugged. "Schools. Public schools, private schools, boarding schools. A place were kids go from a young age and learn all of that stuff. Reading, writing, mathematics, science. Basic things."

"Science?" Tyrion asked, amazed. "You think science is basic?"

"I mean, basic science is." I tried to explain myself, "Like… what is flammable, or about the solar system-the planets, the sun and the moon. Or about animals, or how the human body functions." I didn't really go to school myself, since I was trained to be an assassin and I was pretty much detached from normal society, but we had our tutors that taught us all of these things.

Tyrion smiled to himself, "One day, I hope to achieve a society like that. A society in which most people know how to read. Smarter people make for harder people to rule, but for reasonable people to rule as well. Lies like Cersei's won't affect them like they do now."

I nodded in agreement. It was absurd to me that most of the people could not read. Well, they didn't have print yet, and I know that the print revolution was a big part of teaching the commoners to read in our world. "You're going to do well in King's Landing." I said. "I wish my leader was like you. Thinking about the people instead of his own needs."

I decided to drink. The wine was sweet, and I could see how easy it is to get drunk on it.

"I heard you have sworn your allegiance to our queen."

My eyes dropped to the map on the table. "I did," I said. "I don't know if it was the smartest thing to do, but I want to go out of here. I want to help, and I took your advice."

"I know Queen Daenerys can be… demanding, sometimes. She admits it herself. But she's a visionary. Visionaries want other people to see their visions, and most people only see the intensity."

I pressed my lips. He's right that she's demanding. "A visionary? What is her vision?"

"She has some experience conquering and ruling." He said. "But that's the place she calls home."

"A place she didn't grow up in." I said, a bit annoyed. "I heard she freed slaves, Tyrion. My home country had its ugly history with slaves. That's why I thought…"

Tyrion caught my eyes with his. "She's not a diplomat." He said. "Daenerys truly believes in her house's words."

Fire and Blood, I remembered. "She's not a forgiving person." I said.

Tyrion fiddled with his goblet, "Not very much." Tyrion looked out of the window at the snowy forest, "Before we crossed the Narrow Sea, Daenerys told me she is going to break the wheel. By 'the wheel' she meant the strong, rich houses. The existing order in which the smallfolk are completely ignorant and dependent on the highborn's protection and strength. In big wars, some of the houses will kill the commoners… I'm ashamed to say that was one of my father's war tactics." Tyrion looked back at his goblet, "Daenerys wants to stop that. She wants justice." Then he took a big gulp of his wine.

I sighed and sat on the chair next to me. I believed in a lot of things I heard about Daenerys. I think her causes are right, but at what cost? Then again, I live in a middle-age like world, and even though I live in a castle with resources and highborn civilized people, I could feel the rules here are different. People have different views. They understand power, sometimes more than words and mercy. But does Daenerys know how to balance them?

"My sweet sister is pregnant," Tyrion said out of the blue. I looked at him, surprised.

"Oh, now it's going to be easy… to know I'm taking a pregnant woman to her own death." I said bitterly. Will the Queen wait until Cersei gives birth? Will she see her child a threat to her own?

Tyrion sighed and drank some wine. "She's the worst person I know. I mean, her first son was disgusting, as I told you. A cruel coward with too much luck to have so much power. But her cruelty… she's evil. She murdered and betrayed and ruined people's lives. She should die. I want her dead just as Arya Stark does. Even more."

I looked at him, confused. "So why would you care about her baby?"

"It's still my blood that babe is going to share. Her two younger children were innocent. They were good kids, and their deaths were tragic." Tyrion looked down at Casterly Rock from across the table, "It would also break Jaime's heart if the babe will die."

"Jaime? He's her twin, right? So the kid will be his nephew or niece as well."

Tyrion was thinking. He sighed, "Well, it's not such a secrete anymore," He mumbled, "Maybe I'm too drunk but I'll tell you this anyways." He sipped more wine, "Jaime is also the father."

"The father of…?"

"Cersei's child. Children. All of them."

I couldn't speak for a moment. Ok, so I dealt with the fact Jon and Daenerys are related. They didn't know they are when they fell for each other, and her being his aunt is still weird. But Jaime is Cersei's twin. And they grew up together. Ugh.

I wanted to gag, but reminded myself that that world had different rules and logic.

"I know, it's wrong on some levels. Many levels." Tyrion agreed with my expression, 'But my brother used to love my sister with all his heart. He would kill for her. He almost did, actually. But he's a changed man. He left her. He took away her army. He… well, I hope he doesn't love her anymore."

"You people are fucked up." It's all I had to say.

"The reason I tell you this," Tyrion said, "I don't want the babe to die. If she gives birth before you get here… please, let the child live. Give him to a kind common family to love him, let him grow without knowing any of it if you must. I don't know if Daenerys will show him mercy."

I bit my lower lip. I didn't want to think Daenerys will harm an innocent child. I hope she won't, anyways. I mean, I swore for her and all of that crap. What will happen if I'll refuse to kill a baby? Will she burn me with him instead? Ii decided to stop thinking about it, because it gave me a headache.

But I also respect Tyrion's wish.

I nodded. "I'll do my best to make sure the child is safe." I said.

Tyrion smiled and offered raised goblet, "To the fucked-up people of Westeros." He said and made me smile. I raised my goblet as well.

"To the fucked-up people of Westeros." I agreed and took a big, sweet sip of wine.

I got ready at night. I had my three set of clothes-the first one was the warmest, for the north, Then there was the one for in between-the Riverlands, and then some nice clothes for the desert of Dorne. All of them had some symbolic Targaryen colors-black and red. They weren't completely black and red, but it was obvious I was the queen's… well, property. The cape I had for the north was heavy and very dark grey with some red lining. The coat I had for the Riverlands was light brown with a giant red three-headed dragon on the back. My boots were black with some red leather strips around them. I didn't know how Daenerys got all of that stuff made so quickly, but I definitely represented her house.

I had my guns with the normal bullets and the ones with the dragongalss bullets ready. I had the daggers, the fencing sword and my backpack.

I did my best to sleep well, but couldn't. When it was still dark out, I decided to dress and walk on the walls of Winterfell.

It was freezing as fuck out here, but I didn't mind. I started to get used to that kind of cold. I didn't know if I'm ever going back home, and I badly missed a proper shower-with shampoo and soap and everything. I missed my friends, and I missed my cat.

I heard footsteps in the snow, and I was ready to explain myself to a guard when I was blinded by the light of a torch.

After I got used to the burning fire, I saw it was Jon.

I didn't talk with him, and tomorrow I'm leaving. I felt bad, really bad. He was my friend. I went behind his back and talked with his girlfriend-slash-queen and it wasn't about a surprise birthday party.

"What are you doing here?" Jon asked, "It's too cold for you."

I looked away, at the forest beyond the walls. "I can't sleep."

"Are you nervous for tomorrow?"

I looked at him, surprised he knew.

Jon smiled a half-mocking smile, "Do you except me not to know what is done in my own castle?'

I pressed my lips and looked forward again. Jon stood next to me and place the torch in a metal stand. "You're upset with me." I said.

"Of course I am, Andie!" Jon said louder than I expected, "You're going to get yourself killed!"

I kept looking forward, "I decide whether I should risk my life or not." I was stubborn like a kid.

Jon sighed and shuffled a little. "Since last night, it's Daenerys to make that decision." He said grumpily. So I guess he knows I pledged loyal to her too. Then he looked at me with a faint smile, "No, I'm wrong." he almost whispered, "You are the one to make that choice. You are always the one to make those choices." And that was it. We stood there, on the wall, shoulder to shoulder, looking at the horizon in the freezing night.

"I am sorry I couldn't spend more time with you." He said suddenly. "It's not the best way to make you feel at home, is it?"

"Nope." I agreed. "But I always have the Hound." We shared a small laugh, and then I added, "You're a shitty host."

"And a busy King."

"And an idiot, over-protective friend."

"Aye." Jon sighed. I played with some snow with my gloved hand. It became quiet again. I knew that he's not going to stay in place either. There's a war up there somewhere, whereever it's colder and harder, and way more dangerous.

I heard a wolf's cry in the distance and a bit of purple light showed at the east.

"You should go get ready," Jon said and turned to me. I glanced to his direction and he placed a gloved hand on my shoulder, "Try not to get yourself killed."

I gave him a tight smile, "You too." I said, looking in his dark warm eyes. I already miss him. It's not fair. That world is not fair.

He gave me the same bitter sweet smile and kissed my forehead, then left to wherever he was going. I closed my eyes, took a big breath and opened them again.

It's time to go.