So I think that we've all established the fact that Nathalia and her coven are not mere humans. That's why she has that kind of reputation in the seven kingdoms.

DISCLAIMER: Game of Thrones does not belong to me. It belongs to George R. R. Martin.

CLAIMER: Nathalia and her coven belong to me *insert evil laugh here*

CHAPTER 2: They Must Not Know

*Nathalia*

The men wearing black cannot stop staring at Nathalia and Alessandra as soon as they arrived in front of the gates without being seen. The gate hasn't been opened yet for they await the command of their Lord Commander. If Nathalia and Alessandra haven't been immune to the cold weather, they would be tearing down the gates by themselves.

"What is taking them so long?" Alessandra impatiently lifts her hand to control the opening of the gates.

"Ally!" Nathalia cries, slapping her friend's hand back down. "We must not let them think that we're a threat. Please. Control yourself" She adjusts her cloak so that it covers her whole body.

"Seven hells! If we haven't been spending time with the wildlings, we would be freezing to death by now"

"Trust me, I know"

"WHERE IN THE WORLD IS YOUR LORD COMMANDER?!" Ally shouts.

Nathalia rolls her dark eyes at her friend's impatience. Alessandra may be forgiving but her temper is the worst.

At the end of her demand, the gates opened emitting a loud crank.

"Looks like your prayers have been answered" Nathalia teases, winking at Ally.

The Lord Commander is accompanied by a couple of blacks when he emerged out of the large gates of the wall. Nathalia remembers when she was hiding in the shadows when he was assigned the title. He was lean and young then. What has happened? Probably the years of service has done his features some wonders. The man looks every bit as dangerous as he is with his white beard and the permanent scowl on his face. It doesn't help the fact that he has taken his sword out when he neared ten feet of them. Did he honestly think that he can kill them?

"What is your purpose?" He cries, stopping five feet away from them.

"What? Does he think we are deaf?" Ally whispers to her friend, already annoyed at the fact that he thinks that they are threats.

A small smile cannot help but escape Nathalia's face when she heard her friend's remark. She doesn't reply and takes her hood down instead. She can almost hear the men's quiet gasps when they found out that she is a girl. "Lord Commander" She sends him a small smile and curtsies with Ally. "We have no purpose here but the hope that you will give us shelter"

He grunts in response and points his sword in Ally's direction. "And who is he? Your lover"

Seeing as her cloak still covered her, Alessandra wasted no time to remove her hood. "I assure you that's not the situation here. We just want shelter. What do you say? We can cook for you"

The Lord Commander frowns but nods. "They are no threat. Follow me inside and we'll see what we can do for both of you"

He starts to leave but Alessandra stops him. "What about our luggage? Surely you don't expect us to bring them all inside. We've been burdened with them long enough"

The Lord Commander barely glances at her and nods at his men to carry the luggage. There are many groans which erupted from the men but none of them dared to speak up. Nathalia shakes her head and walks behind the Lord Commander. She awaits the right time to speak to him in private with Alessandra. Surely he must have some questions for both of them.

The men of the night's watch can barely suppress their surprise when they see Nathalia and Alessandra's appearance. Choosing their eighteenth nameday to start protecting Westeros, Nathalia and Alessandra can be seen as appealing women. Nathalia has taken her father's appearance. Her long wavy black hair and her dark eyes has people describing her as mysterious. She has her mother's height, however, for she has only grown 5 feet in all her years. She has envied Alessandra's tall and thin figure against her voluptuous one.

She ignores the wolf whistles directed at her and walks fast beside the Lord Commander. "Lord Commander, may we speak with you?"

"You are speaking to me" He says.

She ignores his jab "Privately"

He stops walking and looks at her up and down. "I'm not interested in bedding you"

Her eyes almost flew out of her head in disbelief. "What? No. That is not what we are here for"

"Then what are you here for?" He all but growls at her.

"I assume you've heard of the helpers of the realm" She meets his angry gaze.

The Lord Commander's jaw almost falls on the ground at her assumption. He looks at his men's watchful eyes and says, "Bring the ladies' luggage in an empty room. We have guests" Whispers started as soon as the sentence left their lord commander's lips. He turns to Nathalia and Alessandra. "Follow me"

The Lord Commander bolts the door as soon as they entered. "What do you know of the helpers of the Realm?"

"Perhaps you should sit down" Alessandra tells him. "This may come as a bit of a shock to you"

The Lord Commander follows her and sits down in front of his table. Nathalia notes the unread letters piled on top of the crumpled ones. She will have to know the news in King's Landing if she wants to prevent any war from emerging.

She jumped when the lord commander dumps his weapons in his table. "So ladies…what might come as a bit of a shock to me?"

Nathalia takes a deep breath before answering him. "My name is Nathalia"

An acceptable silence shadows their group as the Lord Commander tries to process her words. He has obviously heard of her infamous coven. Nathalia glances at Alessandra to see her looking at her, amused. It always amuses them when they reveal themselves to others. It was a surprise that they do not travel using a large carriage and chanting like an idiot like most others think that they do.

"Seven hells!" the Lord Commander finally said. "What has the night's watch done to deserve the pleasure of your company?"

Nathalia shakes her head when her stood up and tried to bow down to her and Alessandra. "No need for courtesies, my lord. I am not a lady and nor is my friend, Alessandra"

Alessandra nods her head and smiles. "Though we wish to pretend to be one" The old man looks at her curiously. "You have a son. Jorah Mormont, is it?" He nods. "He could have two cousins who wish to spend time in the wall. You could not say no to them because you owe their families a couple of gold and was not able to repay them when you abandoned your post as a lord. This is the payment, if you might be wondering"

"No, I understand what you propose" The lord commander said. "I am still curious, however, on your reason for staying here. It's awfully cold and the food tastes horrible"

A laugh escapes Nathalia "I'm sure we'll be fine" She crosses her arms before asking, "So will you take us in, Lord Commander?"

He stood up then and bowed. Neither Nathalia nor Alessandra stopped him this time. "It will be the Night's Watch's pleasure for the helpers of realm"

*Jon Snow*

Jon Snow is an honorable man and he takes pride in it. Upon realizing it, Tyrion Lannister has made it his mission to take some of Jon's seriousness from him.

And he succeeded.

His Uncle Benjen is certainly amused as he watched Jon put his arm around the imp and belt out the lyrics of the Bear and the Maiden Fair. He didn't know that his nephew would memorize the lyrics of such a scandalizing song.

Jon takes another swig at the large bottle that the imp has given him. He knows that he will suffer at dawn because of it but that was the least of his worries. They have been travelling for days and they can finally see the structure of the wall getting nearer. Of course, for Jon and Tyrion it was a blur of grey getting nearer to them.

"Fucking cunts" Someone spit out as the group of recruits passed by them.

"A cunt who has more gold that you, sir rapist!" Tyrion slurs the words and Jon finds himself laughing for some unknown reason.

"Oh imp! You must be used to hearing such words coming out from their mouths. A lot of people hate the Lannisters" If Tywin Lannister heard him, his head would be on a spike.

"Watch your tongue—" Tyrion stops his threat when they both hit the man in front of them. "What in the seven hells!" Was what he said instead.

Jon laughs again and petted Ghost, who has found his way beside him.

Tyrion and Jon stop making sounds when Benjen Stark knocks on the gate and says, "We're here. Welcome to the brotherhood"

So Jon and Nathalia haven't met yet. Hihi. Sorry.

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