Previously on POTG: Alessandra finally speaks. Jon and Thalia did it. Jaime saved Sansa from Joffrey.
Did everyone watch the latest episode? The way Gregor Clegane smashed Oberyn's head was just nasty! Sansa's gown and Arya's laugh tho haha
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Game of Thrones. My imagination isn't that original.
CLAIMER: I own Nathalia and her coven, though.
Chapter 9: Whispers
*Sansa Stark*
Jaime Lannister is my savior. Sansa is beginning to think highly of the man known as the Kingslayer. She doesn't know how he does it but he is always there to save her from Joffrey everytime that the young prince had another one of his temper tantrums. It is beginning to annoy Sansa that the young prince thought that he was already the king of Westeros—ordering the servants to do the tasks that he could do himself. There was a time when she was invited to supper by the queen and Sansa had to stop herself from slapping him when he made a rude comment about his plans in their bedchamber after they were married. The only thing—or person—that stopped her from doing so was Ser Jaime shaking his head in amusement. He obviously saw her lift up her hands.
There wasn't a day where they wouldn't take a walk in the gardens and talk to one another. As time passed, Sansa found herself liking the older man more and more. She constantly asked herself why she didn't pay much attention to him when they were back at Winterfell.
"If that Stark girl wasn't betrothed to Prince Joffrey, she would be whoring herself to the Kingslayer"
Sansa lets a gasp escape from her and closes her book. The hidden window hid her from the servant's view—in this case Joffrey. Is that really what the servants think of her relationship with Ser Jaime? The tears spring in her eyes before she could even stop them. If only they knew of Joffrey's treatment of her, they would not judge so quickly. Sansa isn't a fool. She knows that she will forever be stuck in King's Landing and would probably spend her whole life trying to please the spoiled prince.
Her time in King's Landing isn't what she thought it would be. The queen was trying to be cordial but is obviously annoyed by her. Joffrey is a pompous arse. The only friend she has is Ser Jaime and even he has to leave her since he has duties to attend to. Not to mention that her father is injured because of his mysterious quest as the hand of the king. A wave of longing invaded her senses. She terribly missed Winterfell and the comforts of the noises her siblings made.
Sansa lets a sigh escape her lips. She absentmindedly strokes the thick pages of her book and stares outside of the window. The first thing that she saw was her father, sitting on one of the benches with that grim look in his face. He's been too serious since they arrived at King's Landing and that fact saddened her. It wasn't long before he was joined by the queen. Sansa watched as her father got into a heated conversation with her. She knew him well enough that he was accusing the queen of something. Her father stopped speaking while he listened at something that the queen was saying. Cercei sneered at her father and said something before walking away with perfect grace. Sansa frowned in curiosity. Did her father unravel a truth that involves the queen?
"SANSA!" Her sister's familiar voice had her springing up from her seat. She absentmindedly wipes her face to see if any tears escaped and straightens her gown.
She moved out from the confinements of the hidden window and smiled at her sister. "What do you want, Arya?"
Her sister jumped in surprise and frowned at her. "Where did you come from?"
"Does it matter?" She replies in annoyance.
"I suppose it doesn't" The smaller girl mumbles. It pleases Sansa that the south hasn't changed her sister much—though she still disapproves of her choice of male clothing. She knew of Arya's 'dance lessons' that her father has instructed. Arya looks up with her big doe eyes. "Septa Mordane is looking for you"
"Why?" It confused her since her lessons are finished for the day.
Arya shrugs. "Dunno. I must be off. I have dancing lessons"
Sansa rolls her eyes at the way her sister was skipping through the halls and calls out a loud goodbye before walking towards their usual study room. I wonder why she's calling for me. She never really does unless it is something important.
A hand suddenly covers her mouth and pulls her towards the secluded corners of the castle. Sansa was about to scream in fright when she notices the golden armor of the Kingslayer. Without hesitation, she bites down his hand and slaps him hard on his shoulders.
"You frightened me, Ser Jaime!" She accuses him.
"And you're still angry with me" He fights back, pinning both of her hands against the wall.
It was no secret that Ser Jaime and her father had crossed swords on the street a while back. Her Septa even told her that the Kingslayer had the pride to threaten her father because of her mother's decision to make the imp her hostage. Sansa hid from him most of the day when she heard the news. It wasn't until he found her walking in the gardens that he cornered her and explained his reason to take such actions. Although it angered Sansa that he would point a sword towards her father, she couldn't resist the vulnerability that she saw in those green orbs of his. It was as if he also thought of her as his only friend in the city. The fact pleased her so much that she told him that his reason was acceptable and that she forgave him—just a little bit. Her reward was a dazzling smile that caused the weakness of her legs and a churn in her belly.
"Maybe" She sassily replies, even though her face was burning caused by their current position. "I do have a reason"
He exhales as if he was tired of talking about the subject. "I thought that we were over this, young wolf?"
"You did pull a sword towards my father, you know?" She raises an eyebrow.
"I suppose I do deserve an icy attitude after what I have done. I will surely miss your fire, Lady Sansa" He lets go of her hands but places another hand in her waist.
"What do you mean?" It confused her how he said that he will miss her. "Are you going somewhere?"
He nods, not saying anything.
Her heart broke in a million pieces in that moment. The tears started rising in her eyes. Her only companion—her rock, her knight in shining armor—is leaving her. "Where are you going, Jaime?" She did not use formalities. It didn't feel needed since it was goodbye.
"I must save my brother and take care of some things for my father"
Now it was her turn to be silent. She understands his need to save Tyrion Lannister. From the stories that he told her of him, anyone can guess how much he loved his younger brother. Though Jaime Lannister had the looks and pride of a Lannister, his heart is a different matter. His desires for power are very little compared to his family—even Tyrion. Without saying anything about it, Sansa figured out that he didn't want anything that he has right now.
"Perhaps you'll be queen once I come back here" She winces at the hatred in his voice. He knows that he won't be there to save her from Joffrey anymore. Sansa would have to take care of herself.
In haste, she places her soft hands on his perfect face. His green eyes meet her blue ones and, for the first time, they both knew that they felt the same loneliness of their parting. "Take care of yourself, Ser Jaime. Come back to King's Landing" Come back to me.
He leans forward and brushes his lips on her forehead. "I will, young wolf"
"I will miss you, Jaime"
"And I you"
*Nathalia*
Nathalia looks down at her big belly, stroking it with her fingers. She's been pregnant for moons and is expecting the child to come any time. She begins to hum a tune for her unborn child and gazes at the deep blue sea in comfort. Lorath is a wonderful place to live. She and her husband have purchased a big house, secluded from the people and have been living there peacefully for many years.
"Momma!" Someone calls from a distance and the sound of small feet thumping on the ground tore her eyes away from the view.
Nathalia stands up and opens her arms for the small boy coming towards her. "Erik!"
The young boy embraced her waist happily and kisses her belly. He has her dark eyes and his father's long curls.
"Careful with your mother, Erik! She has your future brother or sister in her very big belly" Her husband comes in the room, playfully grinning at his frowning wife.
"Jon!" She scolds. She hated it when she was told of her large figure.
He chuckles and places a chaste kiss in her lips before picking up their son. "I was jesting, love"
"Momma, where do babes come from?" Erik was staring seriously at her belly, probably wondering how his future sibling found its way inside of her.
Her husband looks at her with his signature smirk, no doubt waiting for her to answer their child's question. Thalia rolls her eyes and pinches Erik's rosy cheeks, making the child squeal in delight. "You'll know when the time comes, my sweet"
She doesn't know how long they stood there. Gazing at each other happily. Thalia gave up her blessings from the gods and chose to live as a mortal. It was hard at first since she only saw her friends when they take their tour of the free cities but she knows that she wouldn't trade her new life for anything. This is what she always wanted. A war-free home and a wonderful family.
A sudden explosion shoved them out from their happy atmosphere. Nathalia looks up and sees cracks form from the ceiling to the wall until it breaks down into a million pieces. Smoke and ash surround them and it was becoming harder for Thalia to inhale. She moves closer to her husband and wraps her arm on her protruding stomach. Please gods do not do this to my family. Erik is crying, repeatedly asking them what was happening while Jon held both of them in his arms securely. The ground is shaking hard, making it hard for them to stand erect. There is only one exit that they could find since the entrance was blocked by stones on top of each other. It dawned on her how it was not likely that they will survive—well maybe Jon and Erik can by jumping out of the window and into the deep sea. It would only leave her inside since she cannot do anything extreme in the fear of losing her unborn babe. Everything is becoming hazy. They gasp at the wall of water forming from the once-calm sea of Lorath. The last thing she heard was Jon and Erik yelling for her before the sea water engulfed them completely.
She wakes on cold ground and notices the cold walls surrounding her. Droplets of water falls on her head before she realizes that she is inside a cave. Nathalia pushes herself from the ground, trying to balance herself on the sloppy rocks. Her hand surveys her flat stomach, bringing tears to her dark eyes. No no no no no. Her family is gone. Erik is gone. Jon is gone. Their unborn child didn't even get to have its first glance of their peaceful home in Lyss.
"Ygritte"
Nathalia's chin jerks up in surprise. That was Jon! Is he here? Is Erick with them? Did she faint when she bore their child? Without thinking, she runs towards the direction of his voice, eager to be reunited with him. She doesn't care that she's scraping her body with her slips on the rocks. She only wants to see her beloved.
"I want you to see me. All of me"
She stops when she hears the female voice that didn't belong to her. It was too late before she could avert her eyes. Jon is kissing a naked girl with fiery hair like he did when he was back in the wall with her.
Nathalia opens her mouth to scream but no sound comes out. The horror of seeing her husband making love to another woman is too much for her to bear.
Choose is the last word she hears before she awakens in the middle of the night, holding her chest. Alessandra is sleeping peacefully on her former bed, not noticing her friend breathing heavily. Nathalia closes her eyes and falls back on her soft mattress. "Gods help me"
~*~*~*PLAYER OF THE GAMES!~*~*~*~*~
Nathalia manages to get her bearings in the noon and finds herself in the forgery with Alessandra. It was no time for her to think of confusing dreams. It was time for her to help the people of the realm.
"Are ye sure that ye should be doing this, miladies?" A former blacksmith asks her and Alessandra as their appeared in the forgery wearing a uniform of the Knight's Watch.
"Oh we wouldn't have it any other way" Nathalia couldn't help but smirk at her friend's bold statement. Gathering the supplies, they start helping to forge weapons made of dragonglass.
It took Alessandra and Nathalia a few moments to send whispers to the guardians scattered along the realm. Imagine the surprise of every man when crates of dragonglass appeared at dawn outside of the gates. Thalia swears that ever man started thanking the gods when they saw what was sent to the Wall.
It was odd for the men to be ordered to make weapons since there was a whole stash of them in their armory—much more that they had to put a rare kind of stone in them—but they didn't dare question their Lord Commander. Nathalia found out that Mormont and Thorne decided to withdraw some of the information that she gave them to avoid panic. It was a wise choice against the chaos that the threat would give them but Nathalia does not entirely approve of keeping the White Walkers a secret. She knows how dangerous they are. She didn't tell the Lord Commander how she and Alessandra barely survived when fighting with them. The only thing that could stop them were dragonglass and fire—two things that are lacking with the wildlings. It was also hard for both of them to chant while Mance Rayder and his men's life were in danger. All in all, she isn't sure that the men of the Night's Watch could prevent themselves from panicking when they see the cold and dead eyes of the creatures that they are supposed to battle soon.
A loud scream brought her out of her thoughts. Nathalia and Alessandra's eyes meet before they run to the training grounds. The gates are being opened while the Lord Commander shouted for his men to disperse. Men coming from their quest started coming in through the gates, carrying the men they have lost. From her peripheral vision, Nathalia could see the worried face of Jon. Then she remembers Benjen Stark has been one of them men selected for this.
"Call for Maester Aemon!" Someone shouts but all Thalia could see were the veins growing on the men's body starting from their white eyes.
"What happened?" She asks one of the men.
They looked up at her and all she could see were the scared look in their eyes. "There was somethin' that attacked us, milady…"
"…we dunno what it was"
"…it just came outta nowhere"
"…next thing we know, three of us were on the ground"
Jon suddenly appears beside her, his eyes wide. "And Benjen Stark? Where is he?"
A man shook his head and looked down on the ground. "I dunno milord. He was gone days before this happened"
Alessandra kneels on the ground, her finger hovering on the veins of the dead men's body. It took one look at Nathalia and they both knew what has caused this.
"Bring em up to the maester"
Alessandra opens her mouth to protest before Nathalia shushes her. "Aren't you going to warn them?"
She shakes her head. "They need to know what they're dealing with"
Her friend nods, understanding the situation.
Nathalia turns to Jon. "I'm so sorry about your uncle"
He turned his head towards her and nods. She knows how much he was hurting inside. From what she could remember from his stories, Benjen treated him like family whenever he visited Winterfell and he was the reason why Jon has chosen to be on the wall and serve as a man of the Night's Watch.
Without caring who sees them, she cups his cheek in her palms and pulls him to her. His arms wrap around her to receive comfort as he quietly sobbed in her shoulders. His weakness drove him to his knees and he clutches her waist like a sobbing child. She doesn't care of the whispers surrounding them and of Alessandra's knowing gaze from the corner. All she could think of is her satisfaction of being the one to whom he finds such comfort. She closes her eyes and runs a hand through his thick curls. Jon might think that he is alone in this world but he is wrong. For now, he has her. She will always be there for him and it scares her how much she doesn't want to let him go. She remembers her dream vividly like it was from another life. The gods wanted her to choose.
~*~*~*~*PLAYER OF THE GAMES~*~*~*~*~
"I don't deserve him" She tells Alessandra in their room that night. Jon wanted to be alone and has surrendered to his quarters. All she could do now is wait for the dead men to come alive and for the men of the night's watch to know what they're dealing with beyond the walls.
Alessandra takes one look at her distraught face and walks over to her bed—in this case Alessandra's former bed. "What do you mean?"
Thalia felt a lone tear escape from her eye. "Jon. I don't deserve him"
"What are you talking about? Of course you do, Thalia"
Her eyes turn into slits, gazing at her friend worriedly. "The gods wanted me to choose" She swallows a thick ball of saliva before continuing. "They gave me a dream where Jon and I are happy and living peacefully from the danger of the games"
"And if you didn't choose him?"
"Jon finds himself with a wildling girl" She snorts as a small laugh escapes her. "He looked happy"
She receives a small slap in the face from her friend, surprising her. "Do not think like that, Thalia! You and I both know that he is always going to happy"
"With her" She cuts bitterly.
"With you!" Alessandra stands up, pacing back and forth across their small room. "Can't you see it? The gods gave you a choice! They wanted you to know that there will be a better life for you if you choose Jon. You said so yourself that they gave us a free will. That we can choose our own paths! I know you, Thalia. Of all the years we've been together, this is the first time that you find yourself stuttering in front of a man. The first time that you let go of your duties to be in bed—my bed—with him. The first time that you openly showed that you cared for a man in front of other people. You've fallen for him"
"So what if I've fallen for him?" Nathalia cries back, standing from her sitting position. "The realm needs us. We are its protectors. It will be selfish of me to choose my own desires over the needs of Westeros"
"No it won't be, Thalia!" She jumps back from the anger in Alessandra's tone. "It won't be selfish for you because the gods gave you a choice…in your dream! They know that you did your best for the good of the realm and are giving you the obvious choice. Do you know how lucky you are? How I would have given anything to have that dream when I was leaving Viserys?"
"How am I lucky, Ally? We are in the middle of a war against undead creatures beyond the wall. If I choose Jon, I would lose the gods' blessings and I would not be able to help you"
"I didn't mean for you to choose now" Ally softens her tone. "I meant for you to choose after everything is in peace"
"It isn't that simple" She counters. "There will always be a danger of war"
"Of course there will be! This is Westeros" They both crack a smile at her attempt to change the subject. "You'll help, like you always do. You just choose to be happy in the end and settle peacefully in your life"
*Jon Snow*
He didn't sleep a wink that night. All her could think of is his uncle's disappearance and, most likely, death. Jon Snow is used to the feeling of abandonment. When he was a child, his father would go with King Robert to negotiate with different houses, leaving him in the mercy of the icy Lady Stark. Robb was there for him, but even he cannot sway his mother in letting Jon sit with them in dining room for supper. Then Benjen Stark arrives in Winterfell one day. He was nice to Jon and didn't leave him out of his activities with Robb. It was when he told Jon of stories about the wall that Jon dreamed of becoming a protector of the realm. He was Jon's idol.
Now he's gone.
A small whining noise brings him back to reality. Jon furrows his eyebrows when he sees Ghost, his direwolf, scratching the surface of his door.
"Ghost, what's wrong? Is something out there?" He asks, feeling a bit stupid since the wolf isn't obviously going to answer him. Instead, he continued the yapping noise until Jon came over and opened the door.
Jon had to run fast to catch up to his pet. Why is he acting like this? He's never been this irritable before. Ghost continues to run past the halls before eventually running towards the Lord Commander's door. He looks at Jon as if he was demanding him to open the door.
Jon lets a small chuckle escape his lips and prays to the gods that the Lord Commander won't bring his head in a spike if he intrudes inside his bedchambers.
The first thing that Jon sees is a torch lighting the empty chambers. Ghost's soft footsteps had him coming inside without an invitation. It intrigued him how the room was too quiet. The fire blazed on the fireplace, indicating that the Lord Commander was recently inside the room but, now, is nowhere to be seen.
"Lord Commander?" He calls, hoping that Ghost would get his restlessness out of his system before he gets caught trespassing.
It happens in a blink of his eyes. Ghost starts barking out loud, making Jon turn around and come face to face with one of the men who came back from beyond the wall. Except this man was brought in dead. Jon tries to remove the man's cold hands from his throat, eyes widening in disbelief as he sees the milky white pupils and the veins surrounding his whole face. He thanks the gods that he didn't remove his sword from his hip and slashes angrily through the dead man's stomach. It scares Jon how the blade didn't seem to affect him. He manages to push the dead man and send him stumbling a few steps. His hands immediately fly to soothe his scorching throat as he coughs loudly. No doubt that bruises will form on his neck soon. His disbelief is obvious in his face. Being a child of the North, Jon has heard of stories told by father about dead men coming alive. When he grew up, he knew that it was all nonsense and wasn't real. How wrong he was.
Ghost starts barking loudly, exiting the room. His desperate howls echo on every corridor, making Jon hope that someone will hear him and help with his current problem. He watches as the dead man advances towards him, arms limping and aiming for his throat again. It was only a short amount of time before the man runs in his direction that Jon positioned his sword in front of him, stabbing the dead man through his large stomach. A loud thud followed as it falls on the floor.
"Snow?" The Lord Commander appears from the entrance, eyes wide at the display he just witnessed.
"Lord Commander!" Jon cries, stepping over the dead man laying on the ground and walking towards Mormont.
Ghost starts barking again, seeing the dead man rise. Seven hells. What does it take to kill the bloody creature other than a sword through him? Jon grabs the lamp held by the commander, not caring about the burns he will endure in his hands, and tosses it towards the dead man. It wailed loudly as it was engulfed by the flames.
"Jon, give me your hands" A feminine voice interrupts him from watching the man suffer. He looks down and sees the worried gaze of Nathalia.
"What are you doing here? It's dangerous" He scolds her, noticing her in her nothing but her open robe and thin nightgown.
She rolls her eyes and grabs his hands, examining them. "You aren't hurt" She observes, turning his hand from inside out. It completely took him by surprise that Nathalia is so calm with seeing a man burn to death.
He opens his mouth to ask her if she was alright when another female voice screeches from outside. Jon follows the commander and Nathalia outside just in time to see the other bodies coming alive and attacking men of the night's watch.
Wights. Jon remembers the name given to them.
"Ally!" Nathalia starts to run down the stairs and into the training grounds to save her friend. Everyone immediately follows her, worried how dangerous it would be for a woman to battle an unknown creature.
"Nathalia, stop!" Jon grabs her arm harshly, sending her flying to his chest. "This is foolish. You cannot save Alessandra by your own"
She growls at him, yanking her arm off with a surprising strength before chanting in an unknown language. Alessandra follows her words, both of them raising their hands. Jon takes a step forward, persevered to help them before a strong wind knocks him from the ground. He can vaguely see through the thick snow surrounding the ladies. Flicks of yellow starts coming out from the sky, sending a circle of fire to surround the two wights. It takes him a second to realize that the power that they're currently witnessing came from the Nathalia and Alessandra—who are still chanting loudly. Every man's jaw drops when they point their palms towards the two wights, engulfing them in flames. He hears the wights release an agonized scream before turning into a pile of ashes.
The silence that followed is evident. Everyone is staring at the two ladies, amazed at what they saw. Jon meets the dark eyes of his beloved, seeing the guilt expressed on her face. He shakes his head in disbelief. It was Ghost who breaks the deafening silence as he runs towards Alessandra, rubbing his head on her legs. He watches as the two women kneeled on the dirty ground and start petting the direwolf. It is as if the previous even hasn't happened.
"I suppose your secret is exposed now" Thorne walks down from his side of the wall, grinning at them. If possible, Jon became even more confused. Nathalia broke his wrist and yet he treats her like a friend?
"I suppose so" Was the reply of Nathalia, grinning back at the old man.
"Dark magic!" Someone yells, effectively joined by other voices declaring their theories about what happened. The two women only roll their eyes at their horrible accusations.
A large hand is outstretched in front of him. Jon looks up and sees the Lord Commander, looking at him expectantly. He allows himself to be yanked off the ground and follows the old bear towards the annoyed-looking ladies.
"Out of all the things that they could call us" Alessandra huffs, standing up.
Jon watches as Nathalia chuckles and places a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'll take care of it, Ally" She makes a fist out of her other hand and raises it in the air. It amuses Jon how quickly the men followed her gesture and became quiet. "My name is Nathalia. I believe you've all heard of my coven?" Whispers started to erupt as soon as everyone learns the truth.
The truth hits Jon hard. If the wights were told to give him nightmares, stories of the helpers of the realm and their covens all around Westeros were told to give him security and comfort that there's always someone to save him. His father once told him and Robb a story about the powerful people who helped him and King Robert win the rebellion against the Targaryens. Jon cannot believe that he's standing in front of two of those powerful people right now.
"You're the one who helped King Robert to gain the throne?" Someone asks. Jon looks around to see Sam smiling at the ladies, no doubt ecstatic that he gets to meet someone who appears in a book he's read.
"Yes. We were the ones that helped King Robert and his men overthrow the mad king" Alessandra answers.
Jon never knew that he could feel as betrayed as he does now. "When were you planning to tell me?" His question bursts out from his mouth before he could stop them. They both turn to him, surprised by his question.
Nathalia's eyes widen. Jon notices the tears arriving in her eyes and feels a small pang of guilt. "Jon, I—"
"What?" He asks harshly.
"Please, you need to understand" Was her desperate answer.
"Understand that you lied to me? That I do not know a thing about who you are?" Then he looks shortly at Alessandra before adding, "Who you both are? You know, I thought we were friends" Pypar and Grenn were behind him as he turns around. They both have hurt and confused looks on their faces. Jon immediately feels sorry for them. They've been betrayed too.
"Jon, please listen to me! I—" A loud gasp escapes her lips. Panic surges through him and he turns around to see her fall limp on Alessandra's arm, appearing dazed.
"What's happened?" He asks, grabbing her from the other lady's arm and cradling her body in his. He props one knee on the ground, adjusting her so she sat on his lap. Nathalia still isn't talking, blankly looking in front of her. Jon doesn't know what to do and slaps her softly to get her away from the hallucination. "Nathalia, can you hear me?"
"Don't!" Alessandra cries harshly, glaring at him.
"What am I supposed to do then?" He impatiently asks. "What's happening to her?"
The tall girl exhales softly, closing her eyes. "The whispers are being told in her ear. You cannot do anything to wake her. There must be something bad happening in Westeros if the whispers continue to report in her ear"
"WHISPERS?" The Lord Commander curiously asks. By now, the men start to gather around them, eager to see what the commotion was about. Jon rolls his eyes, annoyed at how they seem eager for gossip like some underpaid whore.
"They come from other guar—helpers" Seeing the baffled expression on their faces, she widens her explanation. "We manipulate the wind to carry out the messages that we want the other guardians to hear. Nathalia gets most of them since she's well known and is looked up by the other helpers"
It surprised Jon how she's built a reputation for herself…though that did not seem to be the case with the others. They looked impressed with them—none of them caring of the fact that they could send messages in a small amount of time using the wind while they stick to ravens that can take moons to be sent to the right place.
A sudden gasp escapes Nathalia, making Jon wrap his arms tighter around her waist. She starts to make a fuss and scrambles out of his arms.
"No no no no no no no no no" They all look at her wide eyes as she paces back and forth.
"What's the news?" Alessandra asks worriedly, putting both of her hands on Nathalia's shoulders to stop her from walking.
"King Robert was killed in a hunting trip and Ned Stark is imprisoned by Cercei Lannister" She declares stiffly. Jon stilled at the mention of his father's fate. He wants to ask of Sansa and Arya but he was cut off by Alessandra.
"What does it mean?"
"It means that there's war within Westeros" Were the words that they didn't expect to hear from her.
Bam bam baaaaaaaaam… So the war is starting! What did you think of this chapter? I added a little bit of fluff from Jaime and Sansa before dropping the bomb. Hehe.
If any of you are wondering why Alessandra corrected herself when she was about to say "guardians" instead of helpers, you should know that the people in Westeros did not know where they came from when they first started helping them. Since they 'help', they called them 'helpers'.
Anyway…is anyone watching Suits on USA? It's so amazing! I want a Harvey Specter!
So please review if you have any violent reactions or requests and I'll get back to you.
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