I am so happy for the reviews, follows and favorites that this fanfic is getting! You guys are wonderful! Thank you so much. Don't worry…After this chapter, I'll make sure to reply to those who reviewed.

So for the previous chapters, you guys have only read the thoughts of my girl Nathalia and the handsome bastard, Jon Snow. I have to let you all know of the many side stories that I am planning for this fic. : ) We'll probably even check on Dany…I know how much you guys all love her.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Game of Thrones. The amazing literature belongs to George R. R. Martin. Also, some of the conversations here are from the television series and are written by the writers of the series.

CLAIMER: I, however, own Nathalia and her coven.

WISH CLAIMER: I hope that I can own Kit Harington and his abs though

Anyway…on with the story!

Chapter 4: The Wrong Side of the Argument

*Sansa Stark*

Sansa is thrilled to be joining her father on King's Landing. It's as if her dream of becoming a princess is slowly and beautifully unraveling because of her betrothal to Prince Joffrey Baratheon. In her childhood, the Septa always managed to gain Sansa's undivided attention with her stories of Knights and true love finding the arranged marriages of lords and ladies. Sansa doesn't care how she is constantly teased by her siblings because of her childish dreams. Who's laughing now? She wants to say to them but she doubts that Robb and her other brothers can hear her far from Winterfell—or, in Jon's case, the wall.

Thinking of her half brother brings pain and sadness to Sansa's gleeful feelings. She often tried to hide her affection for her older brother for the sake of her mother. Seeing him leave for the wall made Sansa regret not spending time with him. She often watched as he attempted to teach Arya how to use a sword and a bow and arrow secretly. After their first week of training, Robb had already joined them along with Bran and Rickon. Sansa often wished that she could join them, but seeing as she didn't want dirt on her clothing, she decided to watch from a distance. It was only the day he left that she expressed her grief of seeing him take the black. He was surprised, of course, when she ran up to him and hugged him with all the strength that she has. When she pulled back, he wiped the tears on her face and told her that he's soon come back home to Winterfell. The last thing that she did was place a soft kiss on his cheek and demanded for him to take care of himself. After watching Jon's retreating back for the last time, Sansa turned around to see her mother gazing at her with disappointment with her eyes. It was the first time that Sansa didn't care what her mother had thought if she showed any affection for Jon.

"Would you like to take a walk with me, my lady?" She glanced up to see her beloved smiling—or rather smirking—at her while stretching his hand for her to take.

She took his hand gladly as any lady in the seven kingdoms would. "Please call me Sansa, your grace. A-and I would be honored to take a walk with you"

When they reached a comfortable pace, she notices how Prince Joffrey liked to talk about himself. He tells her of his plans when they arrive at King's Landing. He tells her of his schedule…when he eats, when he trains… As much as Sansa is delighted to be in his presence, she can't help but feel bored. She wouldn't be surprised if she memorized everything that he does every hour of every day before they even arrive at their destination.

"Would you like some wine?" He asks, paying attention to her for once.

She nervously grabs the container from him and takes a small sip of the bittersweet liquid. He gives her a look of disbelief when she returned it to him as fast as she could. He nods his head, allowing her to take more sips. "I probably shouldn't have any more. Father only lets us drink one cup at feast" Was reply.

Prince Joffrey can't take no as an answer and pressed the container in her hands roughly. The action which is in contrast to his sweet tone, "My princess can drink as much as she wants"

Sansa almost melts at his words and follows his order. She takes a large gulp of the wine and smiles sweetly at her prince. Joffrey smirks in reply and takes his drink back to finish it. Sansa is not sure whether to be impressed that her future husband has such high tolerance for the vile liquid or that he is already showing signs to be a drunkard.

It was the sounds of sword clashing together that stopped Sansa and Joffrey from their walk.

Sansa send a nervous glance towards Joffrey—who only smirks at her in response. "Don't worry. You're safe with me"

She followed him until they reached the flowing river. Sansa didn't think when she cried her sister's name at her shock for finding her sparring with the butcher's boy.

Arya Stark quickly turns around and glares at them. "What are you doing here? Go away!" It is obvious that she and Sansa aren't that close.

"Your sister?" Prince Joffrey asks in an amused tone. "And what is your name, boy?" He asks Arya's sparring partner.

"Mycah, milord" The poor boy looks like he was about to piss his pants.

"He's the butcher's boy" Adds Sansa.

"HE'S MY FRIEND" Arya fires back, glaring at her sister.

They stop glaring at each other when they notice Prince Joffrey unsheathe his sword. "A butcher's boy who wants to be a knight, ey?" He taunts and both the Stark sisters are displeased on how the young prince is acting. Sansa doesn't know if she likes this side of him. "Pick up your sword, butcher's boy, and let's see how good you are"

Mycah backs up nervously. He is fat and he could have easily taken on Joffrey if he caught the prince by surprise. "She asked me to, milord, she asked me to!"

Joffrey seems displeased. "I'm your prince! Not your lord…and I said…pick up your sword"

Sansa watches as Mycah tries to sway Joffrey's challenge. "It's not a sword, my prince! It's only a stick!"

"And you're not a knight" The prince's tone is deadly. Demanding. He glides the edge of his sword on Mycah's red cheeks. "Only a butcher's boy" Then the prince points at Arya. "That was my lady's sister you were hitting, do you know that?"

"STOP IT!" Arya cries.

"Arya, stay out of this" Sansa orders her younger sister strictly. As much as she wants to pull Joffrey away from the poor boy, Sansa is too afraid of the temper the prince was displaying.

She only watched as the prince cuts the butcher's boy's cheeks. Sansa turns her eyes away from a second and everything was already chaotic. She found herself crying for both Joffrey and Arya to stop trying to kill each other using their weapons—Joffrey's more lethal than her sister's. Nymeria, Arya's direwolf, emerges from the clearing and aims for the prince's right hand.

Joffrey cries in anguish at the bite and falls on the ground. Little Arya grabs his sword from the ground and points it at the prince. Sansa is scared for both her sister and her betrothed. It takes a moment of silence before Arya finally walked away to follow her direwolf. Sansa kneels in front of the prince, asking him if he's alright. His only reply is a couple of curse words aimed at her.

Sansa realizes that she might be at the wrong side of the argument.

*Nathalia*

It was at the middle of the day when Nathalia finished her and Alessandra's letter for their friend. After, Alessandra excused herself to pray at heart tree. It left Nathalia with some free time to secretly send their message to their friend beyond Westeros. She rode the lift towards the highest point of the wall. Before Nathalia and her coven left the small girl in Essos with only the guidance of her older brother, Nathalia made sure to teach the young child on how to summon hidden messages from fire. Nathalia didn't trust her older brother, and by the letters that she and Alessandra were receiving, it was the right choice. The helpers of the realm knew that the small girl would become one of the greatest rulers of Westeros when the time comes. That is why Nathalia made sure to keep in touch with her.

"You must be the Lady Nathalia" She jumps at the sound of an old voice behind her. She quickly hides the letter behind her before she faced the man present.

"Maester Aemon" She doesn't hide her surprise at seeing the Targaryen at the wall. Nathalia brings the letter in front of her since she is aware that the old man cannot see.

He looks as if he could see her when he aims his eyes directly at her. "What is your purpose at this part of the wall?"

She takes a deep breath. She knows that the old man has felt deep sadness on the slaughter of his family. Perhaps what she is doing might give him the peace he deserves. "I am to send a letter"

He smiles at her as if he knows what she is implying. "I'm sorry, Lady Nathalia. There are no ravens here"

She stares at the fire in front of her in a trance. "I know" She closes her eyes and starts speaking in the language only known to her and her fellow guardians. It is the only language that gives then the power to control the different elements known to exist. It is how the guardians manage their reputation as helpers of the realm. It is how Nathalia is known. Because she is the strongest helper to come in a long time. Nathalia raises the letter to her lips and whisper the name of which it will be sent to. With a throw to the fire, the piece of paper sizzles for a moment before it disappears completely.

There was silence from both of them—mostly coming for the Targaryen who is at a shock at witnessing the power of a guardian. Nathalia opens her eyes and studies the old man. A teardrop falls from his milky eye as he smiled.

"Do the gods punish them in Essos, Lady Nathalia?" The kind man asks her.

She shakes her head even though he could not see her. "They do not. The gods leave them alone" She rubs her palms together, feeling the cold weather. "She is the rightful heir for the throne. There will come a time when I will help her"

He does not question her preference for the girl instead of the older boy. "If she knows how to respond to the letter, I do not doubt that you placed your whole trust in her already. It seems as if when the gods flipped a coin between her and her brother, she got the wiser side"

She can't help but ask, "Do you still grieve for your lost family, Maester Aemon?"

He doesn't reply. He walks fast towards the opening lift. Before he stepped in, he told her words that melted her heart. "The Lady Nathalia has given me hope and peace"

Nathalia smiles. She thought that she was losing her power to help but it appears that it is as strong as before. Whether it is in times of war or a simple family matter, Nathalia has never felt relieved in such a long time.

"Does the Lady Nathalia wish to keep me company on top of the wall?"

She turns around and sees the smirking face of the imp. "Tyrion Lannister" She greets him. "I didn't know that you plan to be on guard duty" He didn't reply and only walks at the edge and starts removing his breeches. Nathalia blushes in embarrassment. "What are you doing?" She hastily asks him.

"This is my ulterior motive of being in the wall: to be able to piss off the wall" Was his snarky reply.

Nathalia snorts in her fits of laughter. The imp manages to say the most unusual things. She still hasn't stopped laughing when he finished his task. "You manage to amuse me everytime a word comes out of your mouth, Lord Tyrion"

He bows too deeply which causes another fit of laughter to escape Nathalia. "I'm glad, Lady Nathalia"

Nathalia lets out one last chuckle before straightening herself. She could feel the insides of her belly ache because of her loud laughter. "You and I both know that you know how I am not a lady, Lord Tyrion"

He purses his lips. "I've read about your coven in a book or two" It was enough to confirm her and Alessandra's suspicions. Short and simple was the imp's answer. Nathalia could praise him for remembering her coven's name from his former readings. Tyrion's attention reverted at someone behind Nathalia. "Ah! Here to relieve me of my guard duties, bastard?"

She turns around to meet Jon Snow's intense gaze. He seems to be in high spirits as he smirks at the small lord.

"Did you finish pissing off the wall, dwarf?" He says with obvious confidence.

Tyrion clicks his tongue inside his mouth before walking away from Nathalia and Jon. "It was one of the most relaxing things I have ever experienced. See you at supper, bastard" Nathalia takes note that the two have found an unusual ally with each other. They make it obvious with their nicknames for each other. She doubts that one of them is enraged by being called such a word by the other.

When the lift closed, it suddenly hit her that she was alone with Jon. They awkwardly gaze at each other before the other takes his post on the far edge. She never admits it to anyone but, in her existence, Nathalia has very little tolerance for heights. She grows sick at looking at the bottom and images of certain death hits her. She makes sure that it will be years—or maybe never—before she and Alessandra visits the Eyrie.

Her short-lived thoughts died down as soon as they went inside her head. Nathalia finds herself looking at Jon Snow's handsome features. The soft line of his nose, the soft appearance of his lips, his deep grey eyes. She almost wished that she can run her hands through the thickness of his dark hair. He is a lucky one. Taking his mother's hair color instead of his father's. It was easier for Ned Stark to lie about his real identity.

She realizes that she's staring when she hears Jon cough softly. She blushes in her own adolescent thoughts and runs a hand through her own hair. "I should probably go down. I do not wish to disturb you in your watch, Lord Snow"

She doesn't have time to turn around because Jon calls her name.

"Y-yes?" There was a slight hitch on her tone. She's acting like an inexperienced virgin who's getting her first view of a cock. (Excuse the poor simile)

Then he smiles. It is a handsome smile that can make any woman fall on their knees begging for him to take them. "I wouldn't mind your company"

There isn't anything he could say for her to go back down.

Yep! So I guess I've established the fact that Nathalia is attracted to Jon.

We also caught a little glimpse on a familiar scene between Sansa, Joffrey and Arya. I guess I wanted to create a 'Sansa' who is more aware of Joffre's wrongdoings. Oh! And I also have someone in mind for her. It's my crackship and I'm quite addicted to their tandem.

So as promised REVIEW REPLIES:

lilnudger82: Thanks for the great review! :* 'Kind' is always the word that comes in my mind when I ask myself 'what would Thalia do?' hehe. And yes! Me too! I wouldn't want to be stuck in the wall with a bunch of desperate lonely men—as you have put it. I hope you like the story

Gmadriz123: Aaw thanks! That really means a lot! There's a lot more to come, I promise!

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