A/N: Hiya! So yeah, this is going to be a version of what could happen in the book sin the future, though probably wont. All those dead are still dead. (Also found on ) (Ships will happen. ie. AryaxGendry. possibly Jon/Dany) Enjoy!

Prologue

The room she was led to was simple and plain, nothing to mark it as anything but a room. A simple wooden table occupied most of the space, with two chairs seated opposite each other. A large window took up most of one of the walls, overlooking the sea and ships below. There was no sound, other than her breath and the distant trickle of water.

She turned around when the great oak door behind her opened, an elderly man stepping into the room, a cloak drawn around his shoulders much too big for him.

"I am sorry to have kept you waiting Your Grace. It is not always a simple task to reach this room." He said, his voice as whispery thin as his skin looked.

"It is of no concern Ser, I am glad to have had such a view to enjoy while I waited." Daenerys Targaryen said a smile on her lips as she gestured with one hand to the window.

"Indeed, it is near as beautiful as you. Though I believe you are not here to speak of the sights one can see." He put it bluntly; like a man who didn't have time to waste. The old rarely like to waste time, she thought.
"You have the right of it Ser. I was told I could find help here." She said stepping towards him, the table the only thing between.

"Many can find help here, but whether or not we can help you depends upon what help you require."

"I need someone who can tell me about Westeros. Who can help me once I am there, who knows the lands even a little bit." The man was silent, looking at her, his eyes hiding his thoughts.

"There is a girl who can help you, yes. But I fear she will not join your cause without persuasion." He said after some time.

"I can pay her." Daenerys said, not missing a beat.

"It is not money she will require, no. Something you may be able to give, something you may not. I cannot say what she will ask for, but I know this, if you win her trust she will serve you loyally until she finds her way home." As he spoke he stepped closer to the table, only the meter of wood between them.

"What is her name? Where will I find her?" Dany demanded to know; if this girl agreed to help her, her plans would seem more real.

"I can tell you her name, but I cannot say it's the right one. No, if she agrees to help you and believes in your words she will tell you her name. If you would be kind enough to wait here Your Grace, I shall bring her." He didn't wait for her response, instead he turned around with more speed then she'd have thought and left the room.

I have nothing to do but wait and hope this girl will help me.