The sound that woke me up came from my window. It was barely open, just to let some air in, but I heard the faint noises of a living city. A medieval living city.

I opened my eyes to look at the ceiling-it was red, kind of. The whole palace was made of that reddish stone. My room-chambers, I need to say-was big and open. It was slightly bigger than my apartment in New York, with a marble bath and a dining table. I even ad a desk! A desk! Not that I really knew what to do with it, it just made me feel important.

It felt like autumn here in the city. People walked outside in warm clothes and sold their baked-goods or fish or fruits. It was alive, not like those small villages in the north, that some of them were abandoned because the people went to a safer place-some south, some to help in Winterfell.

King's Landing was crowded as fuck. We rode passed the poorer neighborhoods-the area they call Flea Bottom-and even though we didn't enter, I could smell the stench coming from the sewage and disease. There were ruins on one hill in the city-it was built of three hills, apparently, even though they looked like one from afar. The ruins were a part of the Great Sept-it's like a temple, Tyrion said. The Hound added it wall full of cunts. Tyrion said that Cersei blew those cunts up with their nice giant sept, their seven gods, and their followers.

Now it was just a huge pile of stone. On one end of the street, I saw a giant iron bell. It wasn't moved yet from its landing place. There were red priestesses telling the crowds about the Lord of Light. They wanted to build a temple for him in the place the sept once stood, but these people's faith in the Seven was loyal.

Tyrion made sure I will have the chambers with the best view-on one side, the ocean. On the other-the city. The breeze from the sea smelled significantly better than the smell that came from the other side. A proper overpopulated city. If you ask me. You know, I'm an expert being a New Yorker and shit.

I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said. One of my maids came inside with a roll parchment in her right hand and a water pitcher.

"President Andie," She said and I tried not to chuckle. I can't believe Tyrion took it seriously and that's how he introduced me to the staff. "The Lord Hand says that short letter was waiting here from you. It's from Winterfell." She placed the letter at my desk and the pitcher on a small table that had some glasses on it. Did something happen to Jon? I thought immediately, worried. Or Arya? Sansa? Daenerys? I started to think about all the people I met and liked in Winterfell and hoped all of them are well. "M'lord also asks of you to come break the fast at his chambers when you are dressed and ready."

I poured myself some water and looked at myself. Well, I was technically dressed. I was wearing a sleeping gown, but here everything has to be so formal. "Alright, I'll be ready in a few minutes." I said and drank.

"Will m'lady need help fastening her dresses?" She asked kindly.

"No, thanks." I shrugged. She bowed and got out of the room. At the same moment I picked the tiny scroll with the broken sill and read the neat handwriting.

"Andie, your friend Zee had communicated with Bran. She said she cannot find a way for you to come back yet, but she added she believes you will be able to find it. She and your other friends are wishing you well. Also, Arya, Sansa and many more are hoping your travels to King's Landing went as plan. Our Queen and King are on a mission to rescue another village, but I believe they wish you well too. Samwell Tarly."

I blinked at it and gulped. Zee talked to Bran? Probably not too long after we left, because that letter was waiting for me long enough. And Daenerys and Jon went on a dangerous mission? I have to know if they're fine. Maybe Tyrion will have the answers.

"Ah, good morning Andie! Did you sleep well? I hope the noisy city didn't wake you." Tyrion greeted me. He had a whole tower for himself. The Tower of the Hand. We sat at a nice dining room with a table full of food.

"Good morning," I said with a smile. "I'm quite used to these kind of noises, so that's ok." I said and sat on the chair one of the serving girls took out for me, right next to Tyrion wo sat at the head.

"I'm glad for it. Would you like some food?" He asked. I shrugged and took a peach out of a big bowl of fruits. I saw he already ate and he had many rolled and unrolled scrolls and letter on the table before him.

"What's all that?"

"Letters from around the realm." Tyrion said. "Some southern lords that want to claim warden on the south after House Tyrel and House Tarly fell. Some lordlings who claim a piece of the Riverlands each to his own. Some who send men to help fight in the north, some who refuse."

"Anything from Winterfell?" I asked anxiously. "In my letter-"

"I've read your letter." Tyrion said with a light smile. "No worried, our Queen and King are safe. Sadly, there were losses of civilians and soldiers."

I sighed and nodded. "That's some good peaches." I declared.

"Yes, they are. From the south, of course. Like many other produce that comes to the city, or even as far as Winterfell." He poured himself some juice. "The city is finally not starving, after year of scrabbling among lords and kings and queens. But some people are bothering the farmers more than I can ignore… They are burning fields as well."

"You sister's followers are starting to go too far, are they?"

Tyrion sighed. "Yes, sadly." He looked down at his big pile of letters. "I have to send you south earlier, Andie. You and the rest of the fore Queen Daenerys appointed for this mission."

"When?" I asked, not sure how to feel about it. I didn't like it, of course. I thought we will have some time to relax and gain some strength.

"On the morrow, first light."

I finished my peach. "Ok. Why did you call me here without the rest of the guys?"

Tyrion chuckled. "I wanted good company, of course! The Hound hates Lannisters, Brienne mostly sulks, Podrik is probably out there, amusing some lucky women and the Dothraki like wrecking castles more than staying in them."

"Where are the Dothraki now, then?"

"Camping in the godswood." Tyrion said. "Sleeping under the stars and the Mother of Mountines."

I stayed there for a while. Talking with Tyrion until he was called to start his office work. I looked out the window at the city. "I guess I'll stroll around before I leave." I said.

"I'll send two guards with you, then. Are you sure you don't want to ride?"

I blinked. "What? No. I'm just going to look around town. I'll be fine. I'll take my guns with me."

Tyrion thought for a moment. "I guess the people are not as upset as they were when my nephew or sister were in charge. It is still unsafe to walk alone in such a crowded place."

"I had my practice." I smiled at him, "You go do your thing. I'll be fine."

I was mostly fine. I changed to simpler clothes and a brown cloak with the hood on so the people won't see my hair. It was way longer now, reaching beyond my shoulders. My real hair color, chestnut, was showing three inches above the blue.

I walked around the city and saw the people they called the smallfolk-poor people, simple people. They said flee bottom was the worst, but I didn't get there yet. Here, after I passed the villas of the lords and rich merchants, there were different three stories or four stories buildings with shops at the bottom. Tyrion gave me a small sack with some money if I want to buy something for myself, and I got a nice necklace with some tiny gemstones. I hid it under my shirt before Ii got to the poorer neighborhoods.

I was close to the ruins of the Great Sept and watched one of the red priestesses' speeches. Poor people stood and watched as she talked about this guy, Lord of Light or whatever.

I stood with my hood up, listening.

"In the flames I have seen the King in the North fight for Winterfell, as he did. R'hllot showed me the death of King Joffrey, and he sowed e a great victory up north. You shall prey to the Lord of Light, for he is the only true god. Queen Daenerys the Kind, the Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, gave her trust into us, and so shall you! Have faith in your queen! Have fairth in the flames!"

Some guy dressed in something that looked more like a bunch of sacks rather than clothed spat on the ground. "Ya want us all to give up our Seven for yarr burning god? I heard what ya'll are doing in Essos, or with Stannis. Ya burn people alive!"

I heard more shouts from the crowd. "Queen Daenerys burns her enemies as well!" Someone else shouted.

"Aye, but it is not the same!"

"Not the same? Not the same, you ask me? She is going to be mad, mad like her mad father before her."

I clenched my jaws. I was still upset with Daenerys for avoiding giving me a straight answer when I comes to Cersei's baby, and now they say she burns people. Well, of course she is! Jon kills his enemies with a sword, I do it with a gun. Daenerys have dragons.

She didn't make the impression of a crazy person to me. I listen to the shouting again.

"The queen had brought us peace and food. The city is not starving."

"But why did she bring them with her?" someone else yelled and pointed at the priestess that tried to yell above the crowd.

I didn't really care about the whole religion thing in Westeros, but I did care about what they think of Daenerys. Even if I was upset with her, it doesn't mean I don't think she can be a good queen. I think she deserves being a queen, but she can't prove herself in person while fighting in the north. I have a stupid idea.

I climbed on the rubble, higher than the priestess and took my phone out. I'll have to make the sacrifice of my last twenty percent, probably, but I hope that 'miracle' will convince those people to shut up and think good of Daenerys. People started to get quiet. I felt the looks on me. "This is a word from the Gods of Rock!" I yelled. "They shall not haveth yar squabbling at times of war! Thou shall be united and strong, for our Queen Daenerys, the Unburnt, the Mother of Dragons, the Breaker of Chains," I'm sure there are more titles but ain't nobody got time for that, "fights the great Winter in the north, for the safety of thou and thay children!" Nnow everybody started to be quite. I hope it's going to work.

I set up my phone on the loudest volume possible and on the song I wanted them to hear. It's cheesy, but I like the message either way. "Those are the words of the Gods of Rock, the great and mighty Beatles!"

Then I hit play and the beginning of the French national anthem started, followed by the Beatles' singing.

"There's nothing you can't do that can't be done,

Nothing you can sing that can't be sung,

Nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game, it's easy."

The words were vague enough, but the bottom line clear. People were staring at me and my phone with their mouths wide open, including the priestess that was shocked herself. With my hood still on, many people will not know who I am.

"All you need is love, love. Love is all you need."

The song ended and people looked at me, waiting probably for explanation.

I looked down to them and turned off my phone. I had ten percent left. "The Gods of Rock said their word! Thou shall stop the hate, stop the envy. Thou shall not hurt or lie or steal, for there is a war-the War of Wars in the north, and we cannot war among ourselves. Love, my friends. Help and build a temple for love." There were whispers. I jumped of the pile of rubble.

"Sorcery!"

"Magic!"

"Unnatural!"

And then, there were more of the nice ones-

"These are the true gods!"

"The gods have spoken to us!"

"Who is that great prophet of the Gods of Rock!"

"What did they mean by 'nothing you can sing that can't be sung'? Oh, what a mystery!"

"Who are you?" I heard the priestess yell behind me. "How have you-"

"With the power of technology." I yelled back. "And John Lennon."

I ran back until no one saw me, to the Red Keep. It was getting dark, and I think I saw enough and caused enough damage. Or did I help?

I got to the castle. Tyrion asked me if I saw anything interesting today. I shrugged the question off. "It's a nice city." I said. "I got a necklace."

/Jon/

"Any word from the south?" Jon asked Sam at his study. Sam fumbled with his fingers with some scrolls. "I was about to give those to the queen's servants." He never looked up from his desk.

Jon sighed and leaned his sword against the door frame. He sat before his best friend. "Talk to me, Sam."

"I am talking to you. Theirs is so much work to be done, all of the letters that were sent here while Tyrion was on the road…"

"No," Jon insisted. "Talk to me like the friends we are."

Sam lifted his eyes from the parchment. "I am sorry, Jon. I can't blame you, but you did swear fealty to Daenerys."

"I am sorry," Jon said. "I did not know before then." He knew Sam never had a good relationship with his father, who forced him to join the watch and give up his claim for Horn Hill. But his brother, he was a good lad, Jon believed. Sam was mourning both of them and sent letters to his mother and sisters, that were well.

Sam nodded his head. "I'm over sensitive, I guess. You had to, didn't you? She's our only chance in defeating the army of the dead, and she's beautiful."

Jon sighed again, "It's not just that, but yes. She is both our only hope and a very beautiful woman." He found himself smiling almost. "I want you to be strong, Sam. For Gilly, for Little Sam, for me and for yourself. I know you can do it." He stood up and took the scrolls. "I'll deliver these to the queen." He said and took his sword on his way out.

There were scrolls for him too that came from the south. A seal with the Hand's symbol on it, and another with a seal of blue wax and no sigil. Jon smiled and broke the seal as he looked at the messy hand writing.

"I'm out of King's Landing. Maybe caused some stirring among the smallfolk and the Red Priestesses. Don't tell Dany. I think they'll figure it out in the end. Don't get yourself killed."

She didn't signed her name, but it was easy to guess who the writer was. Jon shoved the little piece of parchment into his pocket and entered Daenerys' chambers.

She opened the newest letter from Tyrion and blinked three times.

"What is wrong?" Jon asked.

"The red priestesses are in a conflict among themselves and the smallfolk. They found new gods to worship. Some say it's the God of Light in a costume, but some say these are different gods. The true gods."

Jon was curious and remembered Andie's message. "What gods?"

"The Gods of Rock."

This time he couldn't stop his laugh.

A/N:

Hi guys!

Just letting you know, the updates are going to come slower now. I feel a bit stuck with the story (even though I already have most of the plot planned out). Also, I'm really busy.

I will finish it n the end, of course, because I want to and because of you, me readers, who are devoted to read and review since Snow in NY.

Thanks a lot for your support, guys!

~A Girl Has Many Names~