Part 1

I was standing in my patchy spot of burned grass, with the hills of snow surrounding me. The snow was falling in heavy fat flakes, and for the first time in a while, I could feel them as they hit my cheeks. The wind was picking up and started to whip at my hair. I was dressed in a white fur dress with my silver white hair pulled back in a braid.

I could see a figure in the distance wearing a brown fur cloak. I couldn't completely make out his face, but he had dark hair and was tall.

"Jon?"

I was confused. Why would I be here? Why would Jon be here? We were together again, and I hadn't had a dream like this since then. The figure was getting closer and as he got closer the wind became more violent and the snow became almost blinding. I held a hand up to my eyes and squinted as the man came closer.

"No, not Jon," the man said almost teasingly. How did his voice not get drowned out by the sound of the wind? He stood in front of me and I could feel my chest tense up at the sight.

"Robb? What are you doing here?" I asked and the snow, and wind immediately stopped and froze in mid-air.

"To warn you. Do not go beyond the wall" he says in what used to be his Lord's voice.

"Why?"

"You will not return the same," he tells me pointedly.

"But I will come back?"

"Yes...but you will wish you hadn't" he warns, turning to walk away. As he walks away the winds pick back up. The snow starts to fall like sideways rain. I'm blinded and my patch of burnt grass shrinks as the snow creeps towards me. It crawls up my legs and entraps them in ice. I tried to summon my dragon fire to burn it away, but I couldn't. I couldn't move, and my breath was no longer visible. I screamed in a broken voice as the cold snow made its way up my chest. The ice was starting to burn.

"Emelya!"

I woke up, gasping for breath. I brought my hands to my throat as I started to cough, feeling the need to pull the snow off of me, but it was gone. Everything was gone. I was sitting up in a bed, on the ship to Eastwatch. Jon was sitting up on my right, holding his right hand in his left. It was red and looked swollen.

"D-Did I burn you?" I ask as I catch my breath.

"Only a little. Are you alright?" he asks, looking me over.

"Fine...it was only a dream" I mumble. I pull the sheets up to cover my chest and push my hair back.

"We should take care of that," I say taking a deep breath. I move to get out of the bed but he places a hand on my arm and stops me.

"What was it about?" he asks. I stay silent.

"You don't have to tell me, but if you want to talk about it I'm here," he says softly. I nod.

"Thank you," I tell him. He smiles and gets out of the bed, exposing his bare body as he walks across the room to the wash basin. I can see his muscles tense up as he places his hand on the basin of water. I'm about to apologize to him again when I notice two small circular scars on his back.

"What are those scars from?" I ask. He turns around and starts wrapping his hand up.

"Arrows"

"When did you get shot in the back with arrows?" I ask curiously.

"When I was with the free folk. I ran away and Ygritte tracked me down. Then she shot me in the back, twice, and once in the leg" he admits as he walks back over to me.

"Why didn't she kill you?"

"We..." he trails off.

"You two were in love?" I ask. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it and nods instead.

"What happened to her?"

"She died...during the free folks' siege of Castle Black...an arrow to the heart," he says, the tone in his voice changing to a sad one.

"I'm sorry"

"It was years ago..."

"But you loved her"

"I did...but not the way she deserved or needed..." he mumbles, staying silent for a moment.

"But I love you, and that's all that matters now," he says, looking into my eyes lovingly. I lean forward and kiss his soft lips.

"I wish it was all that mattered," I say as I break away.

We arrived at Eastwatch in the morning. I dressed in my furs, as did Jon and everyone else. Jon and I stood at the front gate with the others standing behind us.

"Who goes there?" a man shouted from the top of the gate.

"Jon Snow" Jon called. The gates immediately opened and there stood Tormund, dressed in sheepskins with snow scattered about his hair and beard.

"Well if it isn't the fucking King," Tormund said teasingly. We all walked in and I moved to stand by Jon's side.

"Why do I have a feeling you aren't all just here for a visit?" he says with a bit of a groan in his voice.

"Come on then," Tormund said, leading us towards a large building.

We set our things down near the entrance of the building as Tormund beckoned us to sit around the table. He sat at the head, Jon sitting on his left with me sitting beside Jon. Davos and Jorah sat opposite of us with Gendry at the bottom of the table.

A wildling walked in with mugs of ale and another followed behind him with plates of food. I thanked them and good a large drink out of my cup.

"I didn't think you could drink" Tormund remarks as I set down my cup.

"I didn't think your ale would taste like horse piss" I retorted, making him chuckle.

"Your woman's a feisty one, Jon Snow, I like it," Tormund said eyeing me with a smirk on his lips. I smiled at his comment and turned my attention back towards the small meal.

"We've come to retrieve a White Walker to prove to the Queens that they exist and hopefully get help in the war to come" Jon explains as I poke at the meal.

"Which Queen do you need to convince, the one with the dragons or the one who murdered your father?" Tormund asks.

"Both"

"Isn't your job to advise him against doing something stupid like this?" Tormund asks turning to Davos.

"Yes, but I haven't been doing a good job of it as of late" Davos says with a heavy sigh, taking a long sip out of his cup.

"How many men did you bring?" Tormund asks turning back to Jon. Jon looks around, gesturing towards everyone who was seated at the table.

"We were hoping that some of the free folk would accompany us"

"We'll help you. There are also some men down in the cells. Our rangers spotted them a few miles south of the wall. They claim they want to go beyond the wall" Tormund explains.

"Show me"

Everyone rose from their seats and prepared to follow Tormund towards the cells, but I placed a hand on Jon's back to stop him. He turned around and gave me a curious look.

"I'm going to go see the wall" I state.

"Are you sure now is the best time?"

"It may be my only time. I want to go see it now while I've got the chance" I explain. He nods.

"Be careful, it can be slippery up there. I'll come to meet you after" he says with a sigh and soft smile. I smile back and turn to exit the room on the opposite side of where everyone else was leaving.

I made my way towards the wall where there was a set of stairs zigzagging up the wall. Next to the stairs was what appeared to be a box-like platform that went up and down the wall. I opened up the gate and stepped onto the platform. As soon as I closed the gate behind me a bell rang and it started moving up. I stood with my back to the wall and watched as the world got smaller and became more visible.

My heart jolted in my chest when the platform jerked to a stop at the top. I hesitantly opened the gate and slowly took a step onto the wall. I gasped as my boot made contact with the wall. I could feel the cold radiating off the wall, and how it felt like something was humming underneath me. The wall felt alive.

I continued forward and turned right, walking towards one of the nests that hung slightly over the edge of the wall. I slowly stepped onto the overhang and stared in wonder at the vast land before me.

There was a large forest of trees near the wall and beyond that, it was hills and hills of snow. The sun caused the snow to shimmer and the wall seemed to almost glow under the sun's light. It was beautiful. It reminded me of the mornings I used to spend in the broken tower, looking out over Winterfell. How the rising sun would just peak over the trees and the sky would turn a lovely orange color.

For the first time in a while, my shoulders relaxed. I didn't feel like I was carrying the people or the world with me. All the terrible things that had ever happened, faded away into nothingness. If I stared for much longer, I would fade away with it. But I couldn't bring myself to look away. I stood there for quite some time and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Jon says as I turn around to face him.

"It's alright. I guess I was too caught up in the scenery to hear you coming" I reply, turning back to look out over the wall.

"I remember the first time I saw the view from the wall...it's still breathtaking" he mumbles as he moves to stand beside me on the overhang.

"I could stand here for hours...and never get tired of it. It's beautiful" I mumble back.

"It reminded me of the broken tower...and the last time the two of us were there," he says, which makes me smile.

"I was thinking of that too" I reply. We stand in silence for a few moments more, just enjoying one another's company.

"We should go. Everyone is gathering up supplies and preparing to leave" he says. I nod and follow him off of the overhang and towards the platform. We make our way down the wall and walk towards the others who are gathering at the gate.

A man with an eye patch and his companion started to approach me and Jon as we got closer to the gate. I could see them glance at one another as they got closer.

"Rhaella, this is Beric Dondarrion and Thoros. Their Lord of Light led them here" Jon says introducing us. I move to shake their hands but before I do, Beric grabs my hand and kneels before me with a look of reverence on his face. He brings my ungloved hand to his lips and places a soft kiss that lasted a bit too long for my liking.

"My Queen, it is an honor to be in your presence," he says with a smile, giving my hand a squeeze.

"Oh I think you must be mistaken I'm not that Queen," I say with a nervous laugh.

"I can feel the Lord of Light's Light in your hand. You radiate heat...you are the Queen of Light" he says with a soft smile as he rises to his feet. Thoros only continues to look at me wide-eyed.

I stay silent as they both continue to stare. Jon glances at me and looks back at the men.

"We should get going if we want to make it before dark" Jon says moving to walk towards the gate.

"It was nice to meet you," I tell the men before I follow Jon to the gate. Jorah hands me my small pack of things as I make my way towards Jon at the front. I knew that Jorah was trying to talk to me, it was all I could do to avoid him on the boat ride over.

I walk on Jon's left as we make our way down the tunnel and towards the outer gate. Everyone was silent as we walked through the dark tunnel with only a few torches in hand amongst us. No doubt we were all thinking the same thing. This was a suicide mission and we very well may not return. We stopped in front of the outer gate as one of the free folk waved his torch.

I could hear the gears grinding together and the creaking of the gate as it was lifted up to let us through. The light reflecting off the snow was blinding compared to the dark tunnel we were in. I could feel the wind the moment the gate rose and it was cold. I was tempted to pull my gloves out from my pocket, but I didn't. Once the gate was fully lifted up Jon took a step forward and glanced back to look at us all. He then turned back forward and continued out of the tunnel.

I followed and the moment I crossed that line from the cave into the snow, I gasped. Jon turned around at my noise and raised his eyebrows at me.

"Sorry, just stepped weird" I reply, forcing a smile onto my lips. He turned back around and we continued forward.

I could feel the cold, but not in the normal sense. I could feel my heat and fire being smothered inside of me. The cold was choking me, in a way only I could feel apparently. I struggled to bring my heat to the palms of my hands. My hands started to tremble at the action, but I was able to summon it.

We began marching through the snow. I walked up front with Jon and Tormund and the boy Gendry was trailing just a little bit behind us.

"How can you stand the cold? My balls are freezing" Gendry asks.

"Haven't experienced Winter before?" Tormund replies with a chuckle.

"I've never seen snow before" Gendry admits, looking around the vast landscape.

"Walking helps. Fighting is better. Fucking is best" Tormund explains as we continue to walk. Tormund glances at me and gives me an exaggerated wink, causing me to laugh.

"Don't even think about it" I chuckle.

"What? The little crow doesn't feel like sharing?" Tormund asks glancing at Jon.

"You're not nearly pretty enough for me" I reply with a smile, making the men laugh and Jon grin next to me.

"Here, take my hand," I say, falling behind a little so I was walking in stride with Gendry. I offered him my bare right hand but he glanced at me in confusion.

"You want me to hold your hand?"

"No, use it to warm you up. But I swear if you put my hand on your balls I'll cut them off" I threaten. Tormund and Jon chuckle as Gendry hesitantly takes my hand and places it against his cheek. I can hear him sigh in relief next to me.

"How is it your so warm?" Gendry asks.

"I'm a Targaryen...it's in my blood I suppose"

"Why isn't your hair red?" Tormund asks glancing back to look at me.

"Why would my hair be red?"

"Red hair is kissed by fire. Why would you have snow-kissed hair if you're a dragon queen?"

"I don't know. It's just how it's always been. And I'm not the queen" I answer, feeling a bit puzzled by the question. Gendry let's go of my hand and thanks me as we continue to walk.

I start to fall behind a little and end up walking near Jorah Mormont.

"Princess," he says in greeting.

"Jorah, How are you doing?" I ask, knowing that he would attempt to talk with me at some point. It may as well be now.

"Well, for an old man that is. You?" he asks with a slight chuckle.

"Good" I answer. We stand in awkward silence for a few moments before he begins to speak.

"Your sister told me about what happened" he begins.

"Of course she did...and let me guess she asked you to talk to me about it?"

"No, she didn't ask. I offered to" he says with a smile.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?" I ask.

"You shouldn't be too hard on your sister"

"I knew you would say that" I grumble as we continue to walk.

"She told you what she did right? How she wanted to use me against him" I snap, feeling the heat attempt to radiate off my body.

"You did tell your sister that you were fine with bettering her rule through marriage" he points out.

"Yes. Through marriage. Not through blackmail and deceit and lies"

"I'm sure that wasn't her intention"

"Of course it wasn't. She can do no wrong in your eyes" I state as I glance at him. He goes silent. I slow down my pace so he ends up ahead of me, our conversation over.

As I start to trail a bit behind the others, I end up falling in step with Beric. I stay silent as he smiles at me.

"My Queen," he says in greeting, breaking the silence.

"I'm not a Queen, I'm a princess actually" I reply a bit awkwardly.

"You are a Queen to me. The Queen of Light. The Lord of Light has chosen you and sent you here, fate caused our paths to meet"

"Why would the Lord of Light chose me?" I ask, unable to think that anyone, let alone a god would choose me to be a Queen.

"I don't know. He does many things for many reasons, all of which are not always clear" he says. We stay silent for a bit as we march until Jon falls into step beside us.

"I believe the Lord of Light wants something with you both" Beric says. Jon and I glance at each as Beric looks between the two of us.

"The Lord of Light blessed you with the gift of fire. And he gave you back your life. He must want you both for something important" Beric continues.

"And what would that be?" Jon asks.

"I don't know. But maybe we'll know soon enough" Beric replies with a smile, picking his pace up a little so that Jon and I are left at the back of our party.

"He keeps calling me a Queen..." I mumble to Jon.

"It's not a hard thing to picture, my Queen," he says with a teasing smile. I smile back and nudge him with my elbow.

"I'm not a ruler Jon, I'm a fighter. What good is a Queen if she's only a warrior?" I reply.

"You are much more than just a warrior," he says, grabbing my hand in his gloved one and giving it a squeeze.

"Right, I'm the daughter of the Mad King" I joke, but Jon pulls me aside so he's standing in front of me.

"You're smart. You think things out, like planning for a battle. You're stubborn, which can be a bit difficult at times, but it means that you're passionate and you trust yourself and your judgment" he says with a soft smile, making me smile as well. I raise my hand up to cup his cheek.

"How is it you're always so cold...your skin is like ice most of the time" I mumble as I gently move my thumb across his skin.

"Probably for the same reason you're always so warm" he replies his smile growing a little bigger for a moment.

"Thank you...for saying those things" I mumble, slowly lowering my hand back to my side. But before I can completely lower my hand he grabs it and pulls me closer to his chest, giving me an almost teasing smile. He leans down a bit and connects his lips with mine. His lips are freezing and taste of ale, but they're his lips all the same. His soft, sweet lips that cool the fire in my body.

We break away and smile at one another.

"We should catch up," he says, his chocolate eyes shifting between my violet ones.

"Just one more" I mumble and lean up to kiss him. My hands grasp the front of his fur coat to try and pull him closer. One of his gloved hands moves to the back of my neck and I'm lost in him. When we break away the fog from our breath mingles together as we softly breathe.

"I love you" he whispers, leaning his forehead down to press against mine.

"I love you too" I whisper back, the words feeling a bit awkward on my tongue. There's no doubt that we love each other, but we've never felt like we needed to voice the emotion.

We quickly catch up to the rest of the party, moving to walk towards the front as a storm starts to set in. The sky starts to turn dark and the wind begins to howl. Almost instantly we begin walking through a blizzard. Jon moves his hand to grasp mine and I clasp onto him tightly. I couldn't see more than a foot or two in front of me, and once the torches were lit it wasn't much better.

I was looking down, trying to concentrate on my steps when suddenly I was jerked to a halt. I bumped into Jon's shoulder and looked up. One of the free folk ventured forward with a torch in hand with his other hand trying to block the blinding snow. Off in the distance, a large dark shadow could be seen, slowly moving to the right. The man with the torch slowly seemed to disappear as he walked further and further away.

The large dark shadow seemed to get closer and closer.

"Ohh, I think it's a bear. We'll be feasting tonight" one of the guys says cheerfully. A few of the other men mumbled in agreement. But the wildling man who ventured forward with a torch came sprinting back, and following behind him, briefly illuminated by the torch, was a large, undead, polar bear.

I let go of Jon's hand and immediately pulled out my sword. Jon did the same as did the rest of the others. We all watched for a moment in honor as the wildling man was taken by the undead bear. After that split second, we all leaped into action.

Beric ran his hand over his sword and it immediately lit on fire. Everyone was running towards the undead bear. I moved to go towards the bear as well, but I was held back by Jon.

"Don't"

"But I-"

"Stay put" he orders and moves towards the bear.

Every bone in my body wants to follow him. To help fight against the bear and prove that I'm more than just his doe-eyed woman. But, for one of the very few times in my life, I listen. I watch as the bear starts swinging his large paws at the men and advances on Clegane. Clegane ends up on his back with his sword in the bear's mouth. They wrestle for a few moments before he is able to break away and is pushed aside by Thoros.

Thoros then ends up on his back with a flaming sword in the bear's mouth. They continue to wrestle and the bear ends up throwing Thoro's sword aside and begins attacking him. I immediately run forward towards the bear's right. I do my best to avoid the bear as he was thrashing about and I plunge my sword into the space above the bear's shoulder just a Jorah stabs the bear on the other side. The bear stops and in that small space of time the others drag Thoros out from under the bear and to safety.

Once I'm sure the bear is dead, I pull my sword out from it and turn to walk over towards the others as some of the other men begin to light the bear on fire. I walk towards the circle that has formed around Thoros. Beric rips open his shirt to expose a large tooth mark the bear left behind. Blood was oozing out of the wound and beginning to coat his chest in blood.

"We need to get him back to Eastwatch," Gendry says looking around at the others.

"There's no time" Thoros coughs.

"Hand me a skin and let's get this over with," Thoros says in a tired voice. I turn and moved to walk back over towards Jon.

"Some help you were" I grumble as I move to stand at his side as he watches the bear ignite into flames.

"We need to get moving. They could have heard the bear. And if they did we'll all be dead soon" Jon says almost absently.

"Thoros need some time to rest" I argue, gesturing towards the muffled screaming man to our left.

"We don't have time"

"Well, then we'll just have to fucking make some!" I snap, causing Jon to turn to me with his arms crossed. I feel myself glare at him as he gives me a shocked confused look. For good reason. I only use "foul" language like that when I'm really angry.

"What?" he asks.

"I came along to help. To help catch a wight and bring it back to my sister and then Cersei for proof. But you keep fighting me on this! You won't let me help or fight! I don't want to go against what you ask of me but it's starting to look like I'll have to if you keep insisting I stay away from all this. " I snap, fogging seeming to rise off of my body.

"I was trying to prote-"

"I don't care what your reasons are! But you can't keep me from this. You can't ask me not to fight! You can't ask me to just step aside and let you do what needs to be done. I'm not a little girl anymore Jon" I continue, trying my best to curb my anger. He was becoming my sister. Next, he would ask me to betray my sister, and then...and then who knows what. His gaze turns into a defeated one and I can feel my glare soften.

I was becoming paranoid. Everything was starting to feel like a trap and I was powerless to do anything to stop it. Maybe Robb was right, I wouldn't return from this the same.

"You're right..." he replies softly, shifting his gaze from me back to the horizon that was becoming visible in the calming storm, "We'll stay here for a little while and then we keep moving"

"That won't be necessary" Thoros calls from behind us. We both turn around and see him stumbling over to us clutching a skin of wine, "Let's keep moving before the rest come for us"

Jon and I glance at each other.

"Alright, let's get going then," Jon says and starts walking, causing everyone else to continue forward. I sheath my sword and continue marching forward after Jon.