Previously on The Player of the Games: (Yes. I'm doing this.) Sansa's direwolf dies and she flees from the King's tent to be comforted by Jaime Lannsister. (who was waiting for Cercei). Meanwhile, in the wall, Nathalia and Jon have a steamy moment. It was cut short when Alessandra appeared.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES. It belongs to George R. R. Martin. If I had anything to do with it, Robb Stark may not have died and he'd be married to me.

CLAIMER: I own Nathalia and her coven. And maybe other OC's to come in the future hehe

For this chapter, we are going to check in with our favorite girl, Dany.

Chapter 6: Fat Highborn

*Daenerys Targaryen*

Even though they were exiled in Essos, Daenerys has never traveled this way before. Her brother had her marry the Dothraki's leader, Khal Drogo, with the hopes that Drogo would lend him his army to take back the iron throne. Her whole life, Daenerys has been used as a pawn in her older brother's game. She could never speak freely in the fear that he would strike her. It was told that the gods flipped a coin whenever someone from their family was born. Judging her brother's constant mood swings, Daenerys couldn't help but notice some truth on that.

When they stopped for camp, Daenerys quickly slipped into her tent. To her annoyance, the Dothraki handmaidens that Khal Drogo gave her seemed to follow her everywhere. She lets them remove her dirty clothes and bathe her. As much as Daenerys is used to the life of luxury, she didn't want anyone serving her. She tries to speak with her handmaidens-to make them her friends-but she was only starting to learn the Dothraki tongue and is not as fluent as them. She sits on the bath, sighing in relief because her aching body finally has a chance to relax. They have been riding most of the day and Dany kept reassuring herself that they would stop soon. She's is only thankful that her Targaryen temper didn't show when she had first asked Khal Drogo if they would stop soon and his reply was of the only word he knew of the common tongue: "no"

If her handmaidens can see Dany watch the flames, they do not comment on it. It has been a few days since she has last heard from her friends. Yes. She has friends. At least that's what they proved to her for the past few years. She always made sure to be alone when she retrieved the letters that they send her. If Viserys knew who her friends were, he would surely threaten her to send them a letter to demand them for their help. To make him the king of Westeros. As if Daenerys would ever do that. She was not selfish but she does not want to share her allies with her older brother. They may just save her from the bad luck that envelops her whole life.

She stepped out of the bath just as one of her handmaidens pulled a robe on her. Daenerys is sure that they know that her husband will be joining her in her tent soon. Before they could start rubbing oils on her body, she waves them away and tells them to return in the morning. After all, she had much better things to do.

After surveying her tent to see that everyone has left, Daenerys strolls in front of the blazing fire where her dragon eggs were kept warm. She hopes that, when she chants the phrase that her friends have taught her, a piece of paper would appear. It was her only hope that they didn't abandon her. The flames become hotter as usual as she chants the words of the guardians. Dany knew that they took a great risk in teaching her their hidden language. This only showed her their trust. She gifted them with her loyalty. She knew that if they never leave her, she would not turn into a monster—like her brother.

A beautiful smile appears on the Khaleesi's face when she fished out a sealed letter from the fire. She didn't waste any time in opening it. Her eyes greedily drink in all the words.

Sweet dragon,

We fled from beyond.

We are in the highest point in all of Westeros.

A man with hair like yours serves as a healer.

So is another with dark curls fanning his face but with the blood of a dragon.

We pray to the gods for your safety.

We are coming soon, friend.

Your Guardians.

The letter is short but straight to the point. A bubble of hope starts to fill Dany. There were others with dragon blood inside Westeros. And they were safe.

"Sister?"

At her brother's voice she gets rid of the letter by delivering it on the flames. Panic surrounded her vision before she composed herself to face Viserys' angry but curious face. "Viserys" She greets him. Her voice is cool. Confident.

"What did you throw in the fire?" He asks her, walking towards her and grabbing her arm too roughly.

"N—nothing" Dany knew that she had to be better at lying if she wanted Viserys to believe everything that comes out of her mouth. For the sake of her friends.

"It was a letter. Have they been offering to help us? Tell me sister or I will !" He cries. Dany sees the madness in his eyes. Just like their father's. She can't help the feeling of dread that replaced her earlier mood. She knew her brother was no fool when they spent time with them in their earlier days in Essos. Viserys knew that they favored her more than him. He was always interrogating her whenever he finds her standing too close to the fire. That was her brother. Mad, thirsty for power, and paranoid. There was a time when he was loving and caring. Where did that man go?

"Why would I lie to you, brother?" She says, searching his eyes to see if he was wavering with uncertainty.

He grabs her face using his left hand and turns it left and right. She knows that he's trying to figure out if she is lying or not so she keeps her eyes firm, giving away nothing. When he pushes her away roughly, Dany tried to keep the smug smile from her face. She succeeded.

"If I find out you're lying to me, dear sister" He spits, "I will make sure that—"

An angry noise stops his worthless threat. The siblings look at the entrance and sees Khal Drogo glaring at Viserys. These were the times that Daenerys considers herself lucky for receiving Khal Drogo as a husband. Recently, the pair has come up with an understanding. They both use their sexual desires to gain satisfaction in their relationship. Dany knew that she is falling hard for the large man. She likes it when he always tries to please her.

"Make sure that you will—what, Viserys?" She gains her strength from the panic that came in her brother's face when he saw Khal Drogo inside the tent.

He looks down on the ground. "Nothing" He mutters and excuses himself. Dany knows that she will pay for what she did tomorrow. But for now, she succumbs to her passionate lovemaking with her husband. From the looks of him, he is aroused by her Targaryen temper.

*Jon Snow*

Jon doesn't know how he survived the last week. When he went down from supper that night, the first thing he noticed was the new seating arrangement at which Alessandra and Nathalia no longer sits beside the Lord Commander but at the same tables the men of the night's watch eat their daily meals. To make matters even worse, they were sitting with the imp. He wonders if one of the ladies would tell the Lannister what happened. He cursed himself from staring when he saw the Lady Alessandra's smirk. He was confused at first, but when he noticed that Nathalia was avoiding looking in his direction, he knew that the meal would be different from the others he's had. He grabs an empty bowl and quickly pours himself some broth. Another thing he missed from the North? The food. He was about to sit down on one of the empty stools when the Imp called his name and demanded for him to sit down beside them. Every man was staring at him at the jealousy for being granted the opportunity to sit beside the two ladies every man is lusting over.

When he reached their seats, there was an aura of awkwardness before it was replaced by the imp telling tales about his journey around Westeros. Jon Snow is thankful for Tyrion Lannister's big mouth for once. He was almost sad when he left to go back in King's Landing.

It was a simple goodbye between the two unlikely friends. Jon Snow has been on guard duty when the imp came looking for him.

"I guess this is the part where I tell you that I've grown quite fond of you, bastard" The imp told him, balancing himself using his heels. He seems uncomfortable in telling Jon that he's grown fond of him.

Jon, who has never been good with goodbyes, nodded his head stiffly. "Likewise, dwarf." But he couldn't let him go with just that. "I'm sorry to see you leave, Lannister"

Tyrion shivered from the cold and said. "It's either me or this cold. But it doesn't seem to be going anywhere"

Jon laughed. He will miss the imp's witty attitude. "Will you stop at Winterfell on your way south?"

The imp nodded. "I suppose I will"

"My brother Bran…he will never walk again" Jon didn't know why he told him these things. He just knew that the imp is different from his other family members and he is the only one with the surname worth trusting. "Will you tell him that I would try to visit him?"

"If you're going to be a cripple, it's better to be a rich cripple" The imp told him, receiving a large grin from Jon. He turned around and walked away. "By the way" The imp had stopped on his way back. "The Lady Alessandra loves telling stories. The latest one was particularly interesting" Jon's eyes grew wide. He knew that the word would soon reach the imp. "As I remember correctly…it happened here" The last thing that Jon saw of the imp was his overly dramatic wink before he disappeared inside the lift. Jon Snow knew that he would never outlive the embarrassment of the position he and Nathalia were caught in.

It's not like Jon could stop himself. She was too beautiful for her own good. The cold wind blowing in her dark hair made her more alluring in the moment. He didn't know what came over him. Next thing he knew, he had her in his arms and was wrapping his hands around her curvaceous waist. He was most surprised when she had turned around and wrapped her own arms around his neck. They were interrupted too soon—much to his dismay. He had to calm himself for awhile before deciding to get some supper.

He spent the rest of the week readying himself for his vows. His uncle Benjen was doing his duties beyond the wall so he was left alone. He asked for his uncle if he could join him but the older man replied that he had to take his vows first. Without Tyrion and Uncle Benjen, his life in Castle Black seems dull. It did not help that his new 'brothers' either envied him because he gained the fondness of the two ladies present in Castle Black or they hated him because of his title. The only thing that they respected him for is his skill in sword fighting—even that was constantly challenged by Allister Thorne. He did gain some acquaintances though. Their names were Grenn and Pypar. They were the only ones who would willingly talk to him. At least, in the absence of his uncle and Tyrion, he had some people to speak to. They may not be as witty as the imp or as sarcastic as his uncle, but Jon knew that they had good intentions. Perhaps the one thing that he didn't like about them was their objectification of the two ladies. He knew that Pypar is the one who kept on wolf whistling every time Alessandra or Nathalia passed by them. Jon had resorted to balling his hands into a fist once the two started to imagine if one of them came to their room. Like that would ever happen; Jon wanted to say.

It was days before taking his vows that Jon got to speak with Nathalia once again. Both she and Alessandra are watching when they brought in the new recruits. The first thing that the men notice is a fat highborn. Thorne doesn't waste any time in making fun of him for his overgrown body and instructs Grenn to fight with him. Grenn sends Jon and Pypar a look of disbelief before fighting the scared highborn.

Jon's friend is reluctant at first before Thorne commands him to hit the fat boy harder. It doesn't take long for him to fall butt-first on the ground and yell that he yields. Thorne is obviously not pleased and asks for more recruits to torture the poor boy. It isn't before Jon yelled for them to stop did they retreat their weapons. By then the poor boy was trying to hide his large body behind a small wooden shield.

"Protecting Ser Piggy here, aye?" Thorne sneers at him. "Alright, Lord Snow." He motions for Pypar and Grenn to stand beside him. Both comply, not wanting to be on Thorne's angry side. "Let's see you make miss piggy squeal. All you have to do is get past the bastard" He tells them, looking at Jon with that smirk on his wrinkled face.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jon asks his friends.

"Nope" Pypar said.

"Not at all" Added Grenn.

They lunge at him but stops when they hear a powerful voice. Every man stops at their tasks to stare at a fuming Lady Nathalia.

She storms towards them with her head held high and helps the fat boy up. "Are you alright?"

"A lady should stay out of a fight" Allister Thorne reprimands her.

She turns at the older man, fire blazing in her eyes. Jon finds himself impressed by the way she handled herself. "And a commander should not torment his soldiers all because of the soldier's appearance"

A scowl appears on Thorne's face. "How dare you?" He cries.

"AND HOW DARE YOU?" Nathalia cries. Everyone is staring at them, surprised by Nathalia's bravery. "Do not think for once that Lady Alessandra and I were amused by your actions. We thought that the men of the Night's Watch were gallant and brave. How wrong we were! You, ser, are a coward who thinks that he's better than everyone else. I am relieved that no woman had the chance to face such arrogance from a man" Everyone is stunned. No one dared to speak to Allister Thorne like that before.

The old man is obviously not amused as grabs her shoulders roughly with his left hand. "You have some nerve, gal. You may be related to the Lord Commander but you forget…I'm still older and stronger than you"

With a strength that Jon didn't know that she possessed, Nathalia grabs the older man's hand on her shoulder and bends it in a gruesome position. They all watch as their mighty leader screamed in agony. "If you are older, you should have learned by now that a man should not abuse a lady that way"

"Thalia" Jon is confused, not understanding whom Alessandra was talking to. He soon understood when Nathalia lifted her head and raised an eyebrow in her direction. It was the first time that Jon heard Alessandra's endearment for her. It suited her. "Let's not cause trouble—even though Ser Allister deserved it" The men around them chuckle at her friend's teasing. It immediately lights up the atmosphere.

Nathalia nods stiffly but doesn't stop glaring at Thorne. "Be glad that it wasn't your swordhand that I broke. I would hate for you to stop defending the realm just because a gal like me tweaked it a bit" She turns around and whispers something to the fat boy. The highborn nods his head at whatever she said.

Jon knows that every man wanted her as she walked towards the maester's room, swinging her hips as if nothing has happened. It was probably the first time that they have ever seen a woman boss a man before—and a past lord! Jon saw the fat boy follow them and didn't waste any time in copying his movements. He knows that Grenn and Pypar were following him but he isn't in the mood to warn them off. He fastens his pace and stops when he was beside Nathalia. She was speaking softly with Alessandra when she noticed him.

"That was something" Jon is annoyed at his choice to start the conversation.

"Thank you" Is her reply. They don't say more and continue to walk.

The maester is surprised with the company that he has to entertain and asks them what has happened. Lady Alessandra is quick to reply that they wanted the fat boy to be checked for any injuries. When the highborn noticed that they still didn't know his name, he introduced himself as Samwell Tarly. Jon remembers House Tarly from his lessons and wonders why Samwell chose the black instead of living a rich life. When all the introductions were finished, Maester Aemon told them that, apart from a couple of bruising, the new recruit is fine. Sam volunteers to escort Nathalia and Alessandra in their room. Jon follows, Pypar and Grenn not far behind him.

When they reach the entrance, Nathalia turns to Jon, Pypar and Grenn. "I will assume that the three of you will befriend him" Jon could see Pypar and Grenn nod enthusiastically from the corner of his eye and bites back a laugh. His eyes widen when Nathalia reached for his hand and clasped their fingers together. "Thank you for standing up for Samwell, Jon" She lets go of him and gives Samwell a kiss on the cheeks. "Try not to be much of a coward" She teases the red-faced highborn.

"We hope to sit with you for supper, yes?" Alessandra pouts her pretty mouth. He could sense the arousal coming from his friends as they nodded their heads, looking like an obedient pet.

Pypar is the first to release a sigh of longing when the ladies closed the door behind them. "I knew that being friends with you is worth it, Snow"

"I'm in love" Grenn holds his chest dramatically.

Samwell, surprisingly, is the most relaxed. "They're very nice ladies"

"Nice?" Pypar's eyes widen in disbelief. "They're a couple of goddesses, that's what they are!"

"You're lucky you got a kiss in the cheeks" Grenn stares at Sam jealously.

Jon couldn't help but chuckle. If only they knew what happened between him and Nathalia. They would probably try to murder him.

*Alessandra*

"I have never seen you so outraged since the war" Alessandra teases her friend once they managed to spread heat in their room.

"Sir Allister annoys me" Was Thalia's only reply. Alessandra chuckles in amusement. She knew how Thalia would constantly grind her teeth whenever they watch the men train. She always stopped herself from teaching the old man a lesson—until now. Thalia may be better at controlling her temper but she is much worse when the anger comes out of her.

Alessandra walks over to the fireplace and starts chanting in their language. Surely Dany already managed to send a letter to them. She knew that she was right when a piece of parchment appeared. She quickly grabs it, telling Nathalia that Dany finally replied.

"It says here that she's doing very well. Her handmaidens had confirmed that she is with child" Both Nathalia and Alessandra could not stop the gasp from escaping them. "And that—seven hells!" She can feel tears come out of her eyes.

"What is it?" Nathalia demands, fearing that something bad may have happened to Dany.

Alessandra drops the piece of parchment on the blazing fire before looking at Nathalia in the eyes. "Viserys is dead"

The only man that she has ever loved is dead.

I know I know! Alessandra's POV was too short. Don't worry. It will continue in the next chapter. So, Daenerys is finally free of her brother's wrath. For those people who are confused, Dany's POV in this chapter was days before she sent the letter to Ally and Thalia. A lot can happen in a few days, yes? And don't tell me that you liked Viserys. He may have been hot but he was arrogant and is constantly telling Daenerys what to do. He had to go. Poor Ally though! You will all find out her story soon. Don't worry.

This chapter is kind of a filler. I'm sorry if it seems so boring but I'll start writing the highlight soon. At least Thorne got what he deserves.

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