Previously on Player of the Games: Daenerys receives Nathalia and Alessandra's letter. Nathalia gives Thorne what he deserves. Samwell Tarly arrived on the wall. Tyrion and Benjen left the wall. Jon gained two new friends: Pypar and Grenn. Viserys Targaryen died and we learned that he and Alessandra had an affair back in Essos.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Game of Thrones. George R. R. Martin owns everything—yes…even Robb Stark and Jon Snow.
CLAIMER: I own Nathalia and her coven
TAKE NOTE: I changed the age gap of Viserys and Daenerys. Viserys is 8 years older than Daenerys. Daenerys was 10 years old when Annabeth and Alessandra left her in Essos.
WHEN WE TWO PARTED
In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee!—
With silence and tears
-Byron-
Chapter 7: Goodbye, my love
*Alessandra*
"Lady Alessandra" The familiar voice caused a smile to spread on her lovely cheeks. Alessandra turned around and met the lovely purple eyes of her lover. She giggled when he strolled towards her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She loved it when they were alone. When he wasn't pressured by his desire for the throne. When he was just the carefree and handsome man he should be. When he was just hers.
"Viserys" She scolds, losing the angry tone when she felt him kiss her in her weak spot. "We might get caught" She completely lost the anger as she felt his soft lips kiss her collarbone, tracing her neck up, breathing softly on her ear.
"We won't. We've been doing this for days and no one's ever caught us" He said in a silky voice, turning her around to kiss her straight on the mouth.
It has been an unlikely relationship between the two. Alessandra knows that her friend, Thalia, was weary of the older Targaryen. It was enough for her to try and avoid him. Still, she knew that she could not resist the intense and longing stares he would always send her whenever they were at each other's presence. She was quite proud of herself for resisting him for quite a while.
Their tongues fought for dominance. Alessandra was gripping his soft hair roughly, emitting a growl of pleasure from her lover. His hands reached for her buttocks, lifting her and causing her to wrap her legs around his slim waist. Alessandra almost didn't notice that he started moving until she felt the soft mattress of the bed.
She knew that the dragon has found his way inside her heart.
They were five guardians who were left in their coven—including Alessandra and Nathalia. Nathalia called them all inside her room, announcing that they were to leave Essos soon, since the Targaryen girl does not appear to be in danger. Any thoughts of Nathalia growing fond of Viserys went out of the window when she told them of her plans to assign a couple of spies to watch over Viserys' every move. Alessandra didn't want to lash out on her friend and chose to excuse herself from the room. She didn't notice the knowing glances that every guardian exchanged among themselves in the room.
She hid herself for the rest of the day, sitting on the dirty ground under a blossoming yellowbell tree. It was not long before Viserys found her. He had asked her what was wrong and she responded with a cowardly 'nothing, my love' and ran her hands through his soft white hair. It didn't take long before their lips found each other. Alessandra felt a tear slide down her cheeks. She will miss this. She will miss him.
Viserys broke the kiss, staring at her wearily. "I know that there's something that you're not telling me, Alessandra" He took her hands in his and knelt in front of her. "Tell me, love, and I will make sure that it goes away. I do not like seeing you in pain"
She noticed the fire inside his eyes and knew that he was determined to get rid of whoever caused her problem. She kissed his forehead. "Oh my sweet" She stood up, surprising him. She took a deep breath before telling him the truth. "I am leaving soon, Viserys"
He stood up and frowned. "What are you saying?"
She tried to smile. "I am a guardian of the realm. I cannot stay in one place. You know this, Viserys"
Alessandra knew that his Targaryen patience was wearing down when he pressed his hands in his face, exhaling loudly. "Then stay"
It was easy for him to say those words but very hard for Alessandra to obey them. "I cannot, my love. I cannot stay here while my coven finds some other people to help. I am bound to my duty, Viserys. There will be a day where we will meet again. I promise you"
He shook his head roughly and grasped her shoulders roughly. "No no no no no you shall stay here. We—we could get married! Just…just…please do not leave me"
She felt the pool of tears streaming down her face and couldn't resist tracing his beautiful face in his hands. "Please try to understand, my love. I am so sorry"
He pushed her away, his jasmine eyes filled with hurt. Without a word, he walked away. Alessandra collapsed on the ground. He doesn't know what he asks of me, she thought. Guardians may be allowed to mingle with the people, but it was a very rare for one to give up their power and choose to spend their life in Westeros. They live their whole life to serve the realm and to repay the gods for their blessings. As much as Alessandra loved Viserys, the thought of never seeing her home and giving up the gods' gift seemed too hard.
"YOU CANNOT LEAVE! I forbid you to leave Essos. As the true king of Westeros, I command you all to stay and help me take back the throne" Gone was the kind and passionate Viserys that Alessandra deeply loved and in his place is a mad man. For the first time, he reminded her of his father.
She stood beside the other guardians, not daring to make a sound. Nathalia moved forward, her grace and cool aura radiated in the room. Only the guardians knew how she is deeply angry inside. "You do not have the right to command us, Viserys Targaryen. Even if your bloodline is the true ruler of Westeros, we do not answer to you. We choose who we help and we move on if we are confident that our allies are not in danger.
By then, her beloved was already shaking with fury. Ally could faintly see Daenerys cowering in fear of her older brother. A wave of pity hit her. The poor child. She does not deserve to face the wrath of her brother.
"Viserys" The guardians in front of her parted to give the mad Targaryen a good view of her. She saw him waver and a flash of hurt crossed his handsome face. It was gone as soon as she saw it. At that moment, Alessandra knew that she broke him. She was his last chance to find happiness and satisfaction having his family beside him but she refused him for it. Now he's slowly turning into his father.
"Are you finally leaving me, whore?" She flinched at the insult but did not look away. He didn't move forward either. They were both getting their strength by standing far from each other.
She lifted her chin, not wanting to back down. He's only hurt, she told herself. "This is not you, my love"
"Your love?" He spat. "I believe that you would find another man to whore around with as soon as you leave this place"
Her guardian temper arose. "You are not to speak to me that way. We fought alongside your enemies to kill your father and yet we still chose to help you and Dany. Does that not tell you how we do not choose sides?"
"Choose" Somehow his voice has gotten softer and more curious. "You speak to me about choice and yet you do not have the bravery to make one" Now she knew that he was talking about.
She knew that she had to reason with him before he explodes. "Viserys, I—"
"I LOVED YOU!" Apparently her efforts too late. "I still love you and you chose your duties over me…over the life we could have had together!"
"What life?" She didn't care that the conversation was becoming personal. She just wanted to speak her mind. "The life of being together and yet I am expected to help you gain allies for your own pathetic desire for the throne? The life of living peacefully until you grow strong enough to march inside Westeros and starting a war? Do you ever think about what it will do to me if you died in battle?
By then, he was already standing in front of her, eyes filled with anger and determination. "Why do you think that?" Then he took her face in his soft hands. "We will be happy together"
She gently pried his hands away and stared at him coldly. This is the only way, she told herself. "You will never be happy unless you have the iron throne"
His palm made contact with her cheek before Alessandra could take back her words. He's truly gone, she decided. He has always been gentle with her and his madness drove him to physically hurt her. She looked at him, noticing the regret and surprise in his eyes. For a moment, they stared at each other until Gerard and Jericho, the two male guardians left, grabbed his arms and pulled him away from her. Noticing that he was getting father from her, he started apologizing, telling him that he did not mean it. He was so loud that Gerard had to knock him out so that they could leave in peace.
Alessandra didn't know that she was shaking until she felt small arms hugging her waist. She looked down to see a very confused Daenerys.
"Are you all leaving me, Ally?" Her eyes were wide with unshed tears.
Alessandra bent down to hug the little girl. "Oh sweetling"
Nathalia must have sensed that she wasn't in the mood to explain why they were leaving and bent down beside them. "Do you still remember how to send us a letter?"
"I still think you made a mistake of teaching the child of such magic" Rose, a female guardian, said distastefully. The only thing that Alessandra could do was send her a small glare. She has been unsupportive of their decision to save the last living Targaryens and kept badgering them about their decision to trust little Dany. It drove Alessandra insane.
"Watch your tongue, Rose" Nathalia warned her. They may all be equal but Nathalia does not like people questioning her decisions.
Rose only huffed and looked away.
They returned their attention towards little Dany—who was adorably wiping tears from her big violet eyes.
"Do you still remember the chant that we taught you?" Thalia asked her and the little girl nodded her head quickly.
"Well if you ever miss us, just write us a letter and the lord of light will deliver it to us. I believe that we also taught you how to receive the letters?" little Dany nodded for their confirmation.
Thalia and Alessandra gave her kisses on the forehead before standing up. They knew that little Dany was trying her best not to break down in front of them by the way she's biting her quivering bottom lip. Not long after, Gerard and Jericho returned and the five guardians were holding hands.
Alessandra took a deep breath. Goodbye, my love was her last thought before they were whisked away into another land.
*Nathalia*
"Ally, it's been five days. You need to eat something"
Nathalia worries for her friend. Ever since they have received the letter regarding Viserys' death, Ally hasn't come out of their chambers. She had to spread the word that a relative of hers just died and she's in grieving so that no one would knock on their door. For days, Alessandra has been staring at an empty space, occasionally sending prayers for Viserys to the gods.
She always feels the same pinch in her heart whenever she sees the state that her friend was in. Nathalia always noticed the love in Alessandra's eyes whenever she thought that they weren't watching her stare at the older Targaryen. For years, guilt has consumed a part of her heart for not telling her dear friend that she can stay with her beloved. She admits, there was a part of her that was afraid of what would happen to Ally if she chose to stay with Viserys. He was already showing signs of madness like his father and Nathalia might not be there to protect her friend. After all, if Alessandra would choose him, her powers would be revoked and she would be like any other normal person. Nathalia might feel guilty but she knows that Ally would never let go of the blessing given to her by the gods just like that.
"How long is she going to stay in that bloody chamber?" The lord commander gruffed, folding his chubby hands in front of his face.
Since her friend is unavailable, Nathalia spent her time with the lord commander; eventually convincing him to let her read the letters that came from King's Landing. Nothing changed except that Ned Stark was appointed as the Hand of the King and his oldest daughter is betrothed to Prince Joffrey Baratheon. Besides, she is sure that the gods would give her insight on what's happening using her dreams.
"As long as she likes" Nathalia answers formally. "She's not eating that much but you can't blame her. She's in mourning"
He snorts as if he found that amusing. "At least one of my men dies every month. You don't see me with mourning every fuckin' night"
Nathalia startles him by throwing the pile of letters that she was holding on his table, causing a loud thud to echo inside the room. "That's enough. I might look younger but I am older. You forget that I am the one watching over you"
He seems upset by the way she was speaking but did not say anything. They both knew who would win the argument. "If you say so, my lady"
"Do you ever wonder why Alessandra and I are still here in the wall?—even though there is no obvious danger" Nathalia changes the subject, not wanting to speak to the man about mourning anymore.
The Lord Commander nods, still upset that she overpowered him.
"To say it straight…we came here to warn you"
"Warn us about what?" Both of their heads snap in the direction of the door. Leaning heavily on it is Allister Thorne. His curious gaze changes into one of annoyance when he takes in Nathalia. He is still bitter that she broke his wrist in front of his men, making him look weak and old.
"You ever heard of a knock, Thorne?" Lord Commander Mormont growls, displeased by the interruption. Nathalia feels the panic building up inside her but did not let Thorne see it. Instead, she regards him an icy look that could even put Cercei Lannister to shame. For a moment, Nathalia's thoughts drift to her old friend and how she is doing. Then she remembers that they have a problem to solve in the moment.
"Yea I have" Thorne says through gritted teeth. "Now can you please tell me what in the seven hells is going on here?!"
"You have no right to speak to your Lord Commander like that" Nathalia tells him. Her voice is a thousand swords slicing through the tension.
Thorne does not waver in the power of her voice and points an angry finger at her. "You have been a pain in my arse ever since you went here! Tell me girl, what is your warning for the Lord Commander?!"
Nobody calls me girl and gets away with it. Feeling a rush of anger, Nathalia waves her hand fast as if to slap the wind. The wind started to change its course and is revolving around Thorne. The old man tries to get away but is stopped when the door is banged shut. His loud whimpers fill the room causing the familiar fire to show in Nathalia's eyes. I missed the action. She drops her hands on her side, breaking the chant inside her head. Thorne is pulled down on the floor. Everything inside the room rattles as his body makes contact with the hard floor.
Thorne crawls away from her, fear in his eyes. "WHAT ARE YOU?!"
She regards him amusedly. That would show him. "I believe you've heard of my coven, Ser Allister?"
He ponders over her words and studies her for a moment. Nathalia knows that he remembered something when his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. A string of curse words that have not been used in the same sentence fell out of the old man's mouth.
"Shut your mouth Allister. Wouldn't want to hear those words from your filthy mouth" The Lord Commander orders, though he himself cannot believe that he has seen the powers of a helper at work.
Nathalia chuckles and sticks out her hands to help the old man up. He grumbled a few words before taking it. "I believe we haven't been correctly acquainted. I am not a relative of your Lord Commander—same goes for Alessandra. My name is Nathalia. I am here to warn you"
"Warn, you say?" Thorne seems to have recovered from his shocked state and is staring at her coolly—much like everyone who finds out who she truly is. "I thought you were supposed to help?"
She narrows her eyes at him, clasping her fingers in front of her stomach. "Warning is an acceptable counterfeit for helping. It gives you time to prepare"
A deep rumble of laughter fills the room. It didn't even take Nathalia a second to figure out that it came from the Lord Commander. "You piece of shit, Thorne. She's older than us…not to mention have been in more wars than us. You dare question her?"
The old man doesn't reply and scowls at the floor. He must be used to being insulted that the Lord Commander's words do not faze him anymore. "So…your warning then, yea?"
Nathalia, although amused by the situation, takes a deep breath. "We have words from beyond the wall"
Both men take a sharp intake of breath, not expecting the words to come out from her mouth. "What do you mean?"
"The number of White Walkers is rising"
"That's impossible!" By now, the Lord Commander is standing up from his seat, eyes wide in disbelief.
"No one has seen a White Walker in years" Added Thorne.
"That doesn't mean that they are truly gone!" Nathalia has enough. She needs them to listen. "Alessandra and I have been spending time outside of the wall. We've been with the wildlings who could confirm my words. The White Walkers are not a myth! They're clever and they've been spending time trying to lift their population. In the future, they'll probably be so many that they can take all of Westeros without any complication"
"Why would you believe the words of wildlings?" Spits the Lord Commander.
"Because I've made an agreement with Mance Rayder" She says, not afraid to face their disgusted faces. Mance Rayder is twice the man they will ever be and she is not ashamed of their friendship. "And I may have also killed one or two" She adds.
"You've killed a White Walker?" Thorne asks, impressed.
She nods and turns to the Lord Commander. "I had to use my own resources. You, however, have to make a blacksmith out of your men. Dragonglass is the most effective way of killing them. To be sure, you have to burn them afterwards. The dragonglass is hard to find so I'm sure you'll want to send ravens to all your allies. " They are both stunned by the work that they have to do. Nathalia rolls her eyes and walks towards the door. "That is all I have to say gentlemen. Alessandra and I are here to offer our services" She smiles and walks out, meeting the chilly wind of the north.
This is going to be fun.
*Jon Snow*
"The men of the Night's Watch officially hate us" Pypar cheerfully puts his steaming bowl of broth down on their table.
"And that makes us happy…why?" Sam asks, looking up from his food. The Lord Commander assigned him on cooking duties since it appears as if it was the only thing he was good at. Jon has to admit. It was a step up from the slimy substance that they've been serving since he got here. He was quite proud of himself after they told him of the fact.
"Cause that means that they're threatened" Grenn joins them, slipping on the seat beside Jon.
Jon chooses that time to stop chewing and look at them curiously. "Threatened about…what?"
Pypar raises his hands, happy to explain. "Cause' we've got the girls!"
"Pardon me?" Sam is always the polite one.
Grenn jumps up, balancing his feet on his chair while pointing at them. "Think about it, we're the only ones who have a chance to lay one of our 'guests'. We're the only ones they talk to"
Jon scowls but did not say more. He will only get teased if they suspect that he has feelings for them.
You do, Jon. A voice inside his head tells him. He tries his best to ignore it and is losing to his own subconscious. He cannot deny the growing attraction towards a certain dark-haired beauty. Lately, the lady Nathalia has been spending a lot of time with them. Sure it was because her friend was in mourning but Jon could not help but notice the way her eyes will gleam while she watches them spar on the training grounds. He's sure that he's caught her once or twice looking at him but she would always blush and look away. It did not help that she took off her cloak once she assured him that she is warm enough. He tried his best to remove his eyes from the curve of her breast exposed from her gown. He's sure he's probably the only one—except for Sam—who didn't gawk at her wherever she went.
"I'm pretty sure that they won't be happy with that, Grenn" Sam reprimands.
"Who won't be happy with what?" A female voice asks behind them.
Grenn jumps back to his seat, looking down guiltily. Pypar follows suit.
When they don't say anything for a moment, Lady Nathalia pushes Jon for him to make some space for her to sit and raises a perfect eyebrow. "Well?"
Jon clears his throat. "Nothing"
She narrows her eyes but doesn't say anything. It is times like this that Jon doubts Nathalia's constant insistence that she was just merely curious of what it looks like on the wall—that's why she decided to spend some time there. 'Who in their right mind would go to such place filled with criminals?' was what he thought at first. He does not say this but he knows that she must be hiding something. The way she easily broke Thorne's wrist made her even more mysterious. Jon has always liked mysteries.
"So how is the Lady Alessandra?" Sam asks, trying to break the tension.
Nathalia flashes him a smile. "She's well, thank you. I assure you that she'll come out of our chambers soon" Jon swears that he saw a flash of uncertainty cross her eyes but is not sure since it vanished so quickly.
They all eat quietly, eager to finish the better tasting food and go back to the comforts of their rooms. The day has been uneventful but tiring. The one thing that made it harder for Jon is the impending vows to become an official man of the Night's Watch. If Jon has been confused about his decision, he's even more confused now because of the striking lady beside him.
Jon admits it. He's smitten.
"LORD COMMANDER MORMONT CALLS EVERYONE TO COME IN THE TRAINING GROUNDS FOR SOME ANNOUNCEMENT" Allister Thorne appears inside, immediately causing groans of displeasure from the people who haven't yet eaten their daily rations. No one dares to talk back to him and follows him outside. The sooner they all go there, the faster the announcement will go.
Jon is about to stand up before he feels a small hand pulling him back down. He looks down and meets the mischievous smile of Nathalia.
"Stay with me, please?" She pleads him.
He groans playfully, causing a small laugh to escape her. He heard her mutter towards their friends that she was feeling rather odd and he was there to keep her company. He also heard them mutter along the lines of 'lucky cunt' before the room is finally isolated—them being the only two people left.
"You do know that the Lord Commander is going to murder me for missing this announcement?" He asks her, tilting his lips up in a smirk.
She nods. "I know. But he won't. I'll make sure of that" He laughs. There is no doubt in his mind that she's going to overpower her uncle. To his surprise, she lifts her thumb to graze his lips lightly. Jon feels his lips part due to the heat being caused by her touch. When she retrieves her hand, a small blush grazes her cheeks. "There was some broth on your lips"
He clears his throat, hoping that the awkward atmosphere and sexual tension would go away. "T—to what do I owe the pleasure of being alone in your company?"
"Um…" Nathalia looks down. His gaze is transfixed on her long lashes, batting up and down softly. Oh if only she knew the effect that she has on me. He fought hard for the stirring in his breaches to stop. "I—I wanted to talk about what happened on top of the wall"
Jon couldn't help the smirk from arriving in his face. "Whatever do you mean, my Lady?"
She is annoyed by him but he couldn't help it. "You know what I mean, Snow. We haven't had that much time to talk about what has happened and I should tell you that…that…" She trailed off, not knowing to say.
"You mean when I did this?" He doesn't know what came over him and his hands find her slim waist. Nathalia springs up in surprise. Jon chuckles, amused by how she's responding to him and also stands up.
"What are you doing?" She seems startled.
He follows her when she starts backing up from him. "I thought you needed reminding?"
"I do not!" She cries, completely losing her normal stance. Jon decides that he likes seeing this childish side of her.
"You know what?" To his luck, the wall was getting nearer behind her. In a few seconds, she would have no way to escape. "I think I'm the one that needs reminding"
He wasted no time in connecting their lips as soon as her back hit the wall. Nathalia tries to pull away at first but finds that she cannot do so and decides to kiss him back. Their lips battle in a passionate embrace. Her soft hands pulled at his dark curls, causing an animalistic growl to escape from him and he grabs her waist. She wastes no time in wrapping her long legs around him, pressing himself in her.
Their lips disconnect for air. Jon trails his mouth on the soft skin of her neck, roughly sucking. She is obviously please by the way she tilted her head back, giving him better access. Soft moans escapes from her when he trails his tongue dangerously low on her cleavage. Needing more access, Jon carries her to an empty table, climbing on top of her. Her fast hands remove his clothing, leaving his chest exposed for her to trail butterfly kisses. Jon feels himself harden when she leaves a mark on his neck. Seven hells, I need this. I want this. With her legs still wrapped around him, Jon lifts up her skirts and grinds his concealed member at her intimate spot. It caused an electric friction that both of them did not expect. He continues his pace, eager for more while connecting their lips once again. He bites her bottom lip hard, ecstatic when she opens her mouth for him. She tastes of wonderful spices. He wonders what she was eating to keep her mouth tasting that way. Sure as hell isn't the broth in this place. Before he knows what is happening, she has turned them over and is now straddling him. Her body is the one causing the friction between them. Jon has been with a few girls in a brothel but none compare to the beauty in front of her. His hands reach to touch her breast, squeezing them a few times before trying to untie her dress.
That seemed to put her back in her right mind. She stopped him before he could even pull her dress down. "Stop"
His eyes are wide, staring at her guiltily. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" She's going to hate him.
She understands what he is saying and shakes her head repeatedly, laughing softly. She surprises him by giving him a chaste kiss. "You do not need to be. I'm saying that we should probably not do this here. It's highly inappropriate"
Does she mean that she wants to do this again? His eyes are wide and hopeful as she pulls him up from the table. He watches as she tries to hide the marks that he left on her skin with her hair. Her dark eyes are flush with the exercise they did and her cheeks are a wonderful shade of a dark rose.
He is falling. Falling hard. "You know what?" He says, earning her attention.
"What?"
He sits back on the table and raises his arms, not caring that it exposed a big part of his chest and stomach. Nathalia does not seem to mind either on the way her eyes are taking in his bare skin appreciatively. "I think that that was a very great reminder. I would not mind if you want to remind me again"
She narrows her eyes at him for a moment, taking a step towards him. She trails one finger from his neck down to the patch of hair on his lower stomach. Her finger leaves a trail of hot current running through him. He shivers when she leans closer, her teeth nipping on his ear. "I also wouldn't mind, Lord Snow"
Her voice was seductive enough to emit a low groan from him. Jon closes his eyes at the pleasure of her lips on his jaw, his throat, his neck, his collarbone. Her fingers weren't innocent either as they played with his toned muscles. It is gone too soon, and when Jon opens his eyes, only the sound of her roaring laughter and the door closing was keeping him company. Jon looks down on his breaches. He is going to need a very cold bath.
Well that backfired on me, he thought.
Hello lovelies! Sorry that I haven't been updating as much as I used to but I hope that this chapter is enough. Hehe. So we finally learned the nature of Ally and Visery's relationship. It was too perfect that it ended because of the imperfection of the situation.
And what about that scene between Jon and Thalia eh? Hahaha
More to come though *wink* *wink*
UP NEXT: We'll check in with Sansa. More Jon and Thalia moments. Big surprises.
Story fact: Thalia has the voice of Adelaide Kane in Reign and the height of Vanessa Hudgens (5'1).
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