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Well finally, some other POV's... I remind you, I write the other POV's in thierd person. I don't know why, it works better for me haha XD

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It was cold at the gates of Winterfell. Most of the people were mounted on their horses. We had some wagons as well. I looked around at the people-Tyrion in a big fur coat on a horse with a special saddle, the Hound and a big stallion in black armor and a big hooded cape. Brienne was telling Podrick how to do something, and he looked confused in whatever he was trying to do. I was thinking of walking, since I'm not into riding any animal, when Daenerys stood next to me.

She wore a long, worm gold and cream dress and clasped her fingers together. "Jon is angry with me, you know." She said with a faint smile, like it's amusing.

"Because you let me go?" I asked, fumbling with my gloves.

The queen looked at me, "Yes, that too." She said. "I want to make sure you know what it means to be loyal for someone."

"I know," I said. But I'm more flexible than your weird stiff culture. "It's not like I have any other options right now."

"The only thing at stake is your honor,"

"I don't have much of that anyways."

"And your life."

"Well, I actually like that limited resource."

A big Dathraki guy, not from our group, came over with a beautiful stallion at his tow. She was brown with a white strike on her nose. Classic. "Does she have a name?" I asked.

"Dothraki do not name their horses." Daenerys said.

I looked up at the horse. I'm not a Dothraki. "I'll call her Diana." Princess of Themyscira.

Daenerys didn't seem to care about that. She looked at the skies, searching.

I looked at the queen, wondering. Yes, she looked tough. She looked like she'll burn anyone who's in her way. But I could also see vulnerability. "Can I ask you a question?" And then I remembered my courtesies, "You Grace?"

Daenerys turned to look at me, "Yes, Andie."

I tried to think how to put it. I sighed and looked at my feet. "Will you ever hurt a child? An enemy's child?"

She looked surprised, her violet eyes widening. "Do I strike you as someone this cruel?"

I felt a bit ashamed to assume that. I know Daenerys is strong, and Tyrion said she's not the forgiving type. But it doesn't mean she'll harm innocents, right?"

"I'm not sure." I said. "I want to believe you're not a cruel person."

Daenerys sighed and crossed her arms across her chest. "My father was a mad man," She said, "'The Mad King', they called him. He used to be graceful in his youth, loved by his people. But he grew bored, and tired, and started to see enemies in everyone. He wouldn't let anyone cut his hair or nails in fear of treason." Daenerys stepped closer to Diana and ran her fingers through her main gently, "He became cruel, and a coward, hiding behind the walls of the Red Keep, torturing people. He was enjoying watching his make-believe enemies burn to death by wild fire." Daenerys turned to me, "When the war started I wasn't even born. My mother and brother, Viserys, ran to Dragonstone. But my older brother, Rhaegar, was already a great worrier, married to Elia Martell, and father to two children, had stayed and fought n the war. Rhaegar died by the war-hammer of the envious Usurper, and when the Lannisters sacked King's Landing and the Kingslayer rightfully drew his sword through my father's back, my brother's children, rightful heirs to the throne, were slaughtered viciously by the hands of Tywin Lannister's man-Ser Gregor Clegane." The Hound's brother, I remembered. "I will not take part in the murdering of children or the raping of their mothers. I will not give the order to take a child's life for the crimes of his parents. I am not Tywin Lannister, or the Usurper Robert Baratheon."

I sighed in relief, because I believed her. It seemed Daenerys was repulsed by the idea of hurting children. She might be unforgiving, but Cersei's the one to be punished, not her unborn baby.

"What will you do with an enemy's child, then?" I asked.

"After retaking Winterfell, Jon spared the young lord and lady of the houses that failed him in the north. He did not disown them from their property, and did not put a mark on their Houses names, in an act and lesson of kindness. We cannot fight among ourselves." Daenerys stepped back from Diana, "I would take them as wards, to learn from the people I believe in, and grow up in a community that holds the values I believe in. The right values."

That seemed reasonable. Better than murdering infants.

"Have you ever met my children, Andie?" Daenerys asked with her palm across her belly. I knew she didn't mean that child.

"Not in person," I said. "I saw one of them fly high, too far for me to get a good look."

It made Daenerys smile in a bit of amusement as she looked at the skies, then her expression turned bittersweet. "They miss their brother."

I pressed my lips. "I'm sorry," I said softly, "I can't even start to imagine… Jon told me about it. What was his name?"

"Visserion," Daenerys said as her expression turned darker. "My beautiful cream-and-gold, the smallest of my children. He didn't deserve that. None of them did." She turned to me and with a serious, sharp look she half-declared, "I'm going to destroy the Night King for what he did to my son. I will destroy his army until they all turn to ashes, frozen back in their winter lands."

I looked at the sky, searching for a dragon. "I'm sure you will, my Queen."

Daenerys gave an order in Dothraki and two big men approached us. They picked me up without warning and placed me on Diana. I felt weird, so high up there. "How do you…"

"Give her a little kick." Offered one of the mounted Dothraki. It was the one from the meeting, with the greenish-brownish eyes. Johqu. He had a faint accent, but spoke way better than Bono.

I didn't want to kick the horse. It's enough that I'm on her back. I looked down at Daenerys. "Stay safe." I said. "And don't drink wine, by the way. That's for the baby."

She quirked an eyebrow at me. "I wish you good fortune." She said formally, then she smiled. "I'll be expecting you here as soon as possible, with the prisoner at hand."

I nodded and looked back at the walls of Winterfell. Arya was sitting on top of one of them, watching. She waved to me lazily. Next to her stood Sansa, and some other people. I looked forward, at the group. Jaime was talking to Tyrion. He looked annoyed but I couldn't hear what they were talking about. Probably Cersei. Everyone looked annoyed one they talked about Cersei. Oh, how I'm waiting to meet that lady.

/Zee/

Zee looked around the room. Her apartment was small, and everyone in it made it smaller. So much harder to meditate than usual. She was holding tight on Andie's shirt-something she grabbed from her apartment while feeding the cat, so she can use it as a way to find a connection with her friend.

Why, oh why did she have to get on a different dimension? And why all of their friends had to come over and watch her do her thing, like it's interesting to watch?

"I'm worried." Sean declared for the one hundredth time and stood up to limp across the living room.

"No, really?" Dakota asked as he played Plants vs Zombies on his phone. "I didn't notice. Like, I mean, we're all just fine with Andie missing for more than a month in a medieval world that had giant wolves and dragons."

"It just drives me crazy that I can't do anything to help!" Sean almost exploded.

"You can start with feeding the cat when it's your turn," Karen suggested, "And water the plants."

"Urrgghhh!"

Mika was sitting from across the room. He made her wall into a big board full of equations Zee could not even start to understand. "I don't get it." Mika said. "I just don't fucking get it. Theoretically, yes, it's possible. But how do you explain the phone call? The disappearance? The appearance of a giant magic tree in the heart of the film industry?"

Zee sighed and stood up. "All of you, out. Out into your lives. Go, there's work to be done tomorrow."

Karen nodded and stood from her seat on the rocking chair. "Zee's right. Just sitting here waiting for something to happen wouldn't help. We need to go on, work. Andie will kill us if she'll find out that's what we've been doing all day long."

"And I also can't concentrate when you all talk that much." Zee added. Sean looked annoyed, but didn't say anything. Zee knew he was worried sick. He and Andie shared a lot of their weird past.

At the end, they were all out and Zee was with her silence again. She closed her eyes and held the shirt tight. Maybe she was doing it wrong?

She shifted her mind to focus on a raven. How did Jon call him? The Three Eyes Raven.

And then she was in that bright plain again, standing in front of Bran Stark.

"Finally," Zee said. "I've been trying to reach your world forever."

Bran looked at her numbly. "What is it that you're looking for?" He asked. Zee wanted to face-palm so hard right now. She wanted to answer 'I'm looking for a good banana pie recipe, I thought you might know one.'

"My friend, Andie." She said. "I know she's somewhere around. Can you tell me if she's fine?"

Bran blinked, then his eyes rolled back and turned white. A moment later his eyes rolled again and he looked at her. "She's fine."

"More detail?"

"You friend Andie is on a mission given by Queen Daenerys. She's riding south for more than a fortnight now."

"WHAT?"

"She couldn't find a way back. She wanted to help and pledged loyal to the queen."

"What does it mean?"

"I don't think your friend is completely familiar with our customs here," Bran said, "It means that she must follow Daenerys no matter what."

At first, Zee was scared for Andie. Then she remembered it was Andie, and there are not such thing as must and no matter what.

"Can you send her a message?" Zee asked. "Tell her we're trying to find a way to bring her back. And tell her I trust her to do the right things when she needs too."

Bran was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I'll send a raven. The letter will wait for her in King's Landing."

Zee blinked. "You're sending letters with ravens?"

"With what else should we send them?" Bran asked, puzzled, and then everything disappeared and Zee was back in her empty living room again.

/Jon/

Jon looked out through the window, wondering. Andie would probably make fun of him because of that. She'll say he's brooding again, or that if there was a tournament of broodiness he would've won.

The skies were clear today. They were cloudy at the morning, when the small expedition left for King's Landing. All around the Winterfell there were campfires and campers. The Winter Town was lively with merchants and commoners who came to seek refuge. Jon sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Soon he will leave to save another village, hopefully reach there before the army of the dead.

Things were simpler in New York, but Jon didn't turn king to mop for happier days. It wasn't time to rest and dwell on summers and chocolate.

He remembered the day he came back to Westeros.

He just wanted to ask Andie the last question in their little questions game-he wanted to know if she knew what was her real name-but then she surprised him with a hug. Andie was small, and she was crying, and held him tighter than he though a human can, especially with all of that armor and fur he was wearing. Then a bright white light blinded him, and they were standing on a snowy hill about half a mile away from Winterfell, in the midst of a snow storm. Jon didn't know what to do. He was shocked, and when he looked down, Andie was still there, clutching and burying her face in his chest-plate, as if she did not notice the change. When she took a step back, Jon knew by the way her expression changed she now noticed where they were. Her honey colored eyes grew with surprise and she started to shiver madly with cold. Jon took another look at her and remembered she was wearing summer clothes-the kind of summer clothes you will wear in her world, not his.

Jon freed his hand from the pile of flamethrowers when he noticed Ghost was gone, running to Winterfell in the distance. He went to call for help.

Andie's lips were almost purple in the few seconds before Jon could wrap her in his fur cloak between his arms, "Andie!" He shouted, but she didn't seem to understand or hear him. The wind was blowing hard and she couldn't stop shivering. "Andie! Listen to me, don't black out, do you hear me? Help in on the way." But her eyelids grew heavy. Jon heard a cry of a dragon. Daenerys, he thought. Andie turned limp in his arms and he drew her even closer in an effort to warm her better. Jon heard the batting of hue wings when the dragon landing before him.

At first Jon thought it was Drogon, but the coloring was different. It was hard to see through the blowing snowy winds, but Jon got a glimpse of green and copper. Rhaegal, he thought. The one named after my… after my father by blood. Rhaegar might've been Jon's true father, but he died before he was born. Ned Stark was and always will be a father to Jon, just like he couldn't think of himself as Aegon.

Jon lifted Andie in his arms. The flamethrowers and the blowtorches will have to wait out here. He walked to the dragon, who spread his wing for him, just like Drogon did for Daenerys. He grew, Jon thought, I wonder how big is his brother.

Slowly, Jon made sure Rhaegal really wants him around. He felt safe, even a connection with the beast, almost like the connection he had with Ghost. He climbed and sat at the dragon's neck with Andie cradled safely in his arm, leaning on him so his other arm will be free to hold one of the spikes. Andie will go mad learning she flew on a dragon without being conscious. Maybe it will be for the best not to tell her.

It was also the first time Jon flew on the back of a dragon. He didn't think of it when he climbed on Rhaegar, because he was too concerned with Andie and the cold, but as the dragon started to beat his wings Jon's heart was racing.

And then they were in the sky. Winterfell wasn't far and the flight was short, but Jon remembered it well-the icy wind, the distance from the ground-almost as high as the Wall itself. Rhaegal was warmer than any living being Jon knew of-like standing next to a fire. Drogon appeared above their heads and flew with them to the castle.

They landed as the gates opened and people came running out with Ghost at tow. Jon climbed off Rhaegal with Andie in his hands, and the dragon took his leave, batting his green wings and soaring to the sky with a swirl of wind behind him.

"Jon!" He heard Arya calls him. "Jon!" She called again. People ran to him as he walked to the gate, urging to bring Andie inside and put her in warm clothes next to a hearth.

And then there was Daenerys-beautiful as he remembered her, silver-haired and lavender-eyed in one of her war coats. "Jon?" She asked and looked up to the sky, at her children who circled Winterfell from above.

"I need help," he found himself breath out. "She had to be brought in. She's going to freeze to death." And then Daenerys' eyes found Andie in his hands between the furs. She looked back at him with thousands of questions in her eyes, but called her Dathraki men to carry Andie inside. Jon looked up at the bloodrider who stood in front of him, offering his hands to carry his friend. He looked down at Andie again and took off his cloak, wrapping it around her to make sure she will be warm on the way inside. The big man lifted her up like she weighed nothing and ran inside.

Jon felt the tight hug of his sister, Arya, and looked around him. All the people he missed-Sansa, Bran, Sam, Davos… and Daenerys. How worried she must have been.

He hugged Arya back, smiling in relief. "Arya," he breathed out. "I hope you didn't use Needle on Sansa while I was gone."

Arya chuckled as she drew out of the hug. "I tried." She shrugged.

After many hugs and welcomes, Jon was worried for Andie again. They went inside the safe walls of Winterfell. He looked around, not sure where they took her.

"No worries, Jon. She will be fine. Dorru took her to a warm chamber, and I had maids to take care of her." Jon noticed Daenerys again behind him. "Come with me." She said and walked passed him into the castle.

Daenerys chose the warmed chambers in Winterfell, but other than the grey stone and furs on the bed, it wasn't very recognizable. Everything was embodied with dragons, red and black colors and tapestries.

There, without all the watching eyes. They could finally embrace each other. Even cry. Leaders couldn't show weakness of any kind outside the safety of their privacy. Jon wouldn't care, but he knew others will. Sansa reminded him again and again that he is sometimes too naïve in his actions.

Jon held Daenerys tight and buried his face in her hair, taking in the smell of perfumes and the faint scent of smoke. "I didn't know when I will see you again," He murmured, "I worried I never…"

"You're here." Daenerys said. "It's all fine now."

He drew back, "Aye. It is for now." Jon glanced to the window, to the snowy exterior. Where is he, where is that Night King?

Then he looked down at his queen again, and placed his hand on her belly. She didn't say a thing, but he saw her worry through her eyes, so he kissed her, he kissed her to promise everything will be fine. Their child will not be born to a war, or so he hoped.

They broke the kiss and Jon kept his forehead on hers with closed eyes, trying to enjoy and memorize every moment before he'll have to be King again.

Daenerys chuckled, "Tyrion says I should stop flying into fight. Drogon almost defied me once and wouldn't let me climb o his back. They're all too worried. My Hand already sees himself as a lucky uncle."

"I wonder what my brother and sisters think." Jon opened his eyes, and saw her smile. It was the sad kind of smile, because both of them knew all of it was wrong-that was not a time for babes and children. But Daenerys told him she could not have children, and now that she is with one… Jon wasn't sure what to think, except for the fact that he cared for that unborn baby as he cared for Daenerys, even more.

There was a knock of the door and both of them jumped out of their embrace. Daenerys stepped forward and stood all queenly again, concealing any vulnerability Jon saw in her before. Sometimes he envied her ability to do it so well.

Behind the door was a maid, who bowed. "Your Grace, the maester said our guest will be well. She is still in deep sleep, but will wake on the morrow."

"Thank you, Jeyne." Daenerys said with a small polite smile.

"Also, the Lord Hand wanted to see you and Lord Snow."

"It can wait for the morrow as well." Daenerys said.

"His lordship says it is urgent."

Daenerys sighed and pressed her lips. "Bring him in for supper. We will have it in my chambers."

"Yes, you Grace." The maid bowed and Daenerys closed the door. Jon was relieved to hear Andie was fine.

"I should go and wait for her to wake up," He said. "She's going to be very confused when it happens."

"Who is she, if we're taking about her?" Daenerys asked.

"It's Andie," Jon said. "She is the one who brought me back. She was my host and guide in that strange land they call the United States of America."

Daenerys quirked an eyebrow. "Why is she here?"

"I do not know," Jon said, "And I also do not know how to help her back." He went for the door, "I need to see if she's doing well-"

"Jon, I didn't see you in more than a fortnight, please." Daenerys out a hand on his shoulder. "We heard she is doing well, and it's no just me who missed you. What sitting in a room with a sleeping person will help? You're needed here. A lot happened in your absence."

Jon swallowed and looked back at her. She was right, of course, but he was worried. Still, there was much to be learned and meetings to attend. He had his responsibilities again. He will see Andie when she will wake up.

Or so he hoped.

/

And now, more than a month after they arrived, Andie was riding south, far from him and far from Winterfell. A part of him scolded himself or letting her go so easily. How can she keep safe out there, in a place she barely heard of? She might have her guns and the Hound and Brienne, but Jon still worried. In his mind, Andie was as good as defenseless. She was clueless when it came to these people and their world.

The other part of him scolded himself for being over-protective, controlling almost. Andie was an adult… well, not always by behavior, but by age for sure. She should make her decisions by herself. So why did she give her loyalty, her life, to the queen? To his queen?

And he was also mad with himself for being too busy. When he appeared in her home in New York, she barely thought twice before helping him and introducing him to her world. She didn't see the urgency in bringing him back at first, but he was a stranger and she fed him and bathed him and payed for that weird food cabinet… vending machine, was it? When they got here, to Winterfell Andie was much more than a stranger to him, yet he couldn't put her on top of his priorities, not even close.

Jon sat on his bed and looked at the armor he was about to wear. He should call for his squire to help him, but there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," He called, expecting his squire or Davos. But it was Daenerys, entering the room, already in her fighting and flying gear.

They had a big argument after Andie was sent south, but they didn't have much time to solve it. Jon didn't see the point to it anyway. What was done was done.

"I see you're ready." Jon said, but didn't raise from his bed. Daenerys smiled at him, that kind smile she saved for only her closest and stood before him, almost towering over him as he was sitting on the bed. "I am," she said softly, "are you?"

Jon sighed. He didn't like her flying into battle, not now with their unborn child inside her. It was barely showing under all of her clothing, but Jon already saw the little bump many, many times.

He placed his hands on her hips and drew her closer so he can plant a kiss on her belly. "Ii don't like this," He whispered.

"Me neither," she answered quietly. "I thought that by now I would rule the Seven Kingdoms… but here we are, fighting those demons."

"If Rhaegal just let me ride him again, you wouldn't have to come." Jon said as he buried his face deeper into her dress, "You shouldn't come."

"You need me. The people need me, they need to see me there… and also, our people didn't master the flamethrowers yet."

Jon sighed and pulled back to look back at her, and stood up. "Our people?" He asked, a bit surprised. Daenerys picked up the breast plate and helped him wear it.

She started fastening it, "My heir is growing inside me. It happens to be, it's your heir as well." Daenerys started to tie the knots carefully, "Tyrion figured… my heir shouldn't be a bastard."

Jon's breath stopped for a moment. He remembered what Andie told him back in California when they got ready. She told him that if he's the king, he should change the way people treat and see bastards. He himself grew up believing to be a bastard, and a lucky one at that.

What Daenerys was suggesting, was also something Jon wasn't expecting at all.

"My Hand says it will be a good distraction from the winter and the war," she continued. "He advised me and said it will make the northerners happy, and even the rest of the Westerosi as well. We will have a celebration, a feast."

Jon searched the room with his eyes. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if it was the right thing, not now. It seemed rushed, strange. He loved Daenerys, that he knew. He loved that unborn child. And he did his best to ignore the fact that she is his aunt.

When his eyes reached Daenerys' he saw doubt and worry in them. It was taking to long for him to answer. "Do you think it's a mistake?" She asked, and he heard the hurt in her voice.

"No." He said quickly. "Not at all. I'm a bit shocked by the proposal… I…" He turned to the window and looked at the thousands of tents in the snow, the little bonfires feeling the plains and the hills like stars and suns.

Daenerys stood behind him to tie the last knot. "You don't have to decide now," She said more understandably. "There are other things, more urgent things."

Jon tuned to her and placed his hands on her waist, "Aye," He agreed and leaned in to kiss her gently.

When they parted he moved to put on the rest of his gear and his cloak. "Any word from the south?" He asked with Andie in mind.

"Asking for it three times a day will not make the ravens fly faster." Daenerys said with a bit of amusement, but there was also a faint bitterness to her voice. "I am sure they are well. I'm sure she's well."

/~Andie~/

I hate riding.

I fucking hate it.

Two and a half weeks on the saddle-and I feel bad for myself just as I feel bad for the horse that had the hear my complaints. Poor Diana is not the one to blame for my aching, burning thighs and soar muscles.

My clothes were protecting and warm, and I loved my black cloak with the hood that kept me dry, but it was still icy and col outside. Only after two and a half weeks the weather started to get warmer-the heavy snow changing into soft snow that covered only three or two inches of ground.

Now we just rode out of the keep that hosted us for the night. We passed the Twins, two castles that used to belong to House Fray. Brienne told me about their betrayal, and the Red Wedding. I remembered Jon mentioning that in his stories about his family, about his brother Robb. Well, technically a cousin, but they grew up as brothers.

I looked at the ugly towers as we passed them. Brienne said the Red Wedding was avenged, and with a little smirk she added most people don't know by who, but now the castles are standing almost deserted and full of tales about a faceless girl shapeshifter with a need for revenge that haunts the places. She had wared the serving girls that winter is coming.

Arya, I thought to myself, somewhat proudly.

I felt the glances of Joqhu the Dothraki at me. He was giving me suggesting looks quite often and I wasn't sure how to feel about them. He always lifted me up on Diana with this weird, almost mocking smile. I didn't know if he was mocking me or hitting on me.

Maybe both.

I mean, yeah, he actually looked good. His hair was too long for my taste-like really, really fucking long-but he had nice features and a body of a real fighter.

But again, I don't know what to think. I can always have a fling to forget about me falling hard for Jon, but what good will it do me? I shouldn't fall for anyone else here. I can't risk it.

Also, his hair is really fucking long.

I rode next to Brienne, wanting to think of something else, I remembered I wanted to talk with her after the meeting but Tyrion caught me first.

"So, Brienne," I started. "Why are you here? I thought you swore for Sansa and Arya. Aren't you suppose to stay and protect her?"

Brienne had a permanent scold on her face. "Sansa is protected by her very skillful sister. I am not just their bodyguard, I am also the one to do their biddings when needed. The ladies can't always leave Winterfell, much more for such long journeys."

"Um." I scratched my chin. "So why did they send you here?"

Brienne looked around and saw nobody was listening. She straightened on her saddle. "Lady Arya wanted me to make sure no accidents happen and that Cersei Lannister is brought alive to Winterfell."

"Why is that?"

"She wants to be the executioner."

Daenerys gave me her answer for what she would do with an enemy's child. But what about Arya?

A/N:

Well, that was a long one. Longest I ever wrote, actually :O

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phew, I'm trying to be a faithful to cannon when it come to characters' personalities but with so many of them it's getting hardXD

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