Previously on Player of the Games: Sansa makes the decision to stay in King's Landing.

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A few notes for this chapter: Jeor Mormont does not join the men out of the wall…I guess you all know where those men will go.

Chapter 13 Natasha

*Alessandra*

"Where do you want this, miss?" Grenn asks her, lifting a heavy crate filled with dragonglass. The helpers who have received Nathalia's message have kept sending the precious rare glasses—a fact that Alessandra is touched for.

She gestures towards the armory, sending a smile towards her friend. Ever since she and Nathalia have revealed their true selves, the men have kept their distance from her…treating her like one of the gods. The only people who dared to speak with her are Pypar, Grenn, and Sam. It is one of the side effects that she loathed. Just because she is a helper, it does not mean that she is of higher stature than them. Without the gods, even the helpers wouldn't exist.

The white walkers are taking their time in raising their numbers. In fact, a small number of men have been tasked to venture outside of the wall. Alessandra would have joined them but she cannot leave the wall in fear of wights getting inside once more. Besides, they have Allister Thorne to keep them company.

It was in the peak of the day when a horn is blown by the one guarding the highest point. It takes longer than Alessandra would have wanted before every man has as weapon on his hand. Clearly they have some work to do. She accompanies the Lord Commander walking towards the gate. Not a word is said as the men help each other to open the large steel.

The first thing that Alessandra sees is the familiar clothing of the wildlings. It baffled her how them men of the Night's Watch have not attempted to kill them until she sees the while flag raised by a giant. She walks forward, ignoring the warning that the Jeor Mormont gave her. As if the wildlings will attempt to hurt her. She has spent the last few moons with them.

"Miss Alessandra" Someone from their small group gasps in surprise.

She sends them a smile—an action that relaxes both the wildlings and the men of the Night's Watch. "It's good to see you again"

They attempt to bow but she holds a hand to stop such formal greetings.

"What is your purpose on this wall?" Ever since Nathalia has left, she has taken to become the spokesperson for their quest on the wall.

A man with a bird perched on his shoulder comes forward, making every man turn their weapon towards him. "We know about your problem with the others"

"The others?" She raises an eyebrow at his term. "What do you know of them?"

"They attacked us in our camp" A feminine voice answers before the man can speak for himself. He is clearly displeased by the action.

"How many attacked you?" She questions, looking at the pale girl.

The woman steps forward, closer than the man has gotten towards Alessandra. "Lots…but not all of them. We were the lucky ones who survived the sudden attack"

"And Mance Rayder?"

"He's alive…but barely"

Alessandra nods, turning her head around to look at a curious Lord Commander. "Lord Commander, I believe that these men—and woman—mean no harm. However, they have a story to tell that shall be of use to you"

Jeor Mormont looks uncomfortable under the intense gaze of his men. Even though it is his decision to make when it comes to the business going on inside the wall, word could immediately get towards King's Landing about wildlings inside the wall. Alessandra nods her head, gazing intensely at the men of the Night's Watch that Nathalia will surely be proud of her. "If any of you wishes to send a raven to King's Landing, do so. But know this, I stayed in this part of Westeros to help you from those brutal creatures beyond the wall. I think it's fine for us to admit that we need as much men as we can recruit—seeing as these wildlings seem to know more about fighting that you all do" Some men seem to have the decency to bow their heads in submission to her short speech. Nathalia would definitely be proud.

"Step inside and follow me" The Lord Commander's gruff voice is the one that breaks the silence.

The man with the bird on his shoulder waves his hand, sending the bird flying away. He steps forward and the rest of his crew follows him. Alessandra lets them walk forward and studies the bird flying circles in the dark sky. The bird looks down at her, studying her with its sharp eyes before squawking loudly. She feels her eyes narrow at the formerly able man who is being guided towards the Lord Commander's office.

A warg. How interesting.

She arrives inside the Lord Commander's office a few minutes, dusting off the snow that managed to get in her skirt. She groans when she feels the cold wetness of melted ice on her feet. The wildling girl looks at her amusedly, probably wondering how she can deliver a powerful speech and yet she gets annoyed by the prospect of her dress getting ruined. Alessandra sends her a small wink, already liking the girl.

"I think we should start with names" She says.

The wildlings look at each other, a silent conversation going on with their eyes.

"I won't bite" Alessandra teases, attempting to make them comfortable.

"Ygritte"

Alessandra decides that she likes the girl. She's a spirited one. Their names come quickly. Orell is the warg; Styr is a man with a ruined face—Alessandra remembers him walking broodingly around Mance Rayder's camp; and Kyron is a huge man that can easily be mistaken as a giant—Alessandra notices him as the one who has recognized her so she sends him a small smile.

"What happened beyond the wall?" She starts asking.

"The others attacked us suddenly—we didn't even see 'em comin'" The girl, Ygritte, answers while removing her large hood. Alessandra admits that Ygritte is a very beautiful woman.

"And how did they attack you?"

This time, it is Styr who answers "At night. They were quiet. We didn't even know what was happening until we heard a piercing scream" His stiff voice manages to raise tension around them. The Lord Commander buries his head on the palm of his hands and releases a heavy sigh. The least he expected from the creatures is their cunning tactics.

"Why are you here? On the wall? With men that you consider your enemies?" Alessandra knows that she did not need to ask. She already knows the answer.

For the first time since the wall was built, the wildlings and the men of the Night's Watch will fight…together.

*Jon Snow*

Jon follows Nathalia as she walks quickly through the narrow streets of King's Landing. He is still angry about Sansa's decision but could not help ponder on Nathalia's words. In his time with Sansa Stark, he has never seen her so determined. She always followed her mother's orders and carried on with life as the proper lady she should be. Needless to say, Jon was very much surprised when he heard her forceful voice as soon as Nathalia suggested that they hurry. He isn't sure whether he likes the new Sansa. He always thought of her as his shy little sister.

He stopped walking when he sees Nathalia turn and stop in front of a small bungalow in the sidewalk selling clothing. He takes this opportunity to look up at the blinding sun. The hot weather makes him remove his tunic. Beads of sweat start dripping down his forehead to his neck. He's always preferred the cold from the heat—a fact that is proven as he grimaces at the sticky feeling of dripping sweat.

"Jon" He hears Nathalia's curious voice. He lowers his gaze, wincing at the sudden popping in his neck. She holds out a small sack, telling him to take it. He takes it and is surprised to see a set of clothes inside it. She sends him a small wink, gesturing her head for him to follow her.

They stop in front of a small bricked structure—the kind that would have killed the people of the North from the cold seeping through the large windows. He is surprised by the amount of people walking aimlessly around the large room. Jon almost curses out loud because of the hotter air inside. While Nathalia talks with an inappropriately dressed woman, Jon takes his time to look around the crowded room. Empty containers of strong wine can be seen all over, men are laughing and talking nonsense while taking advantage of the half-dressed women, and the revolting smell of vomit and sweat surrounds the room. It takes him half a second to realize that he is in a brothel. He feels that he has to speak with Nathalia to get the reason on why she would know such a place.

"Dear, this very kind lady has a room for us"

His eyes almost bulge out of his head because of Nathalia's endearment. "W—what…a—are…?"

Nathalia smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist and patting his chest since he is still too stunned to speak properly. "My husband's very shy"

Jon almost chokes on his spit when the woman sizes him up, licking her lips as if she was deprived of water for so long. It is only this time that Jon notices that one of her breasts is falling out of her unclasped gown.

Nathalia must have noticed him tense since she gives the woman a small glare. "Don't even think about it" She lets go of her sweet tone from before and replaces it with hostile.

The woman sneers, "Ye go up to yer room now, wouldn't want some whores taking advantage of your pretty husband now, would you?"

Nathalia lifts up her chin, nodding. "Gladly"

Their room is as small as his room on the wall. A small, made bed on far side of the room, an old lamp standing on a small table, a small fireplace—though he doesn't really know how they would need one. The only luxury it has is a small window that lets some air seep in the hot room. Jon wastes no time in removing the buttons of his coat, leaving him in a thin tunic. His body welcomes the small rush of wind on his back, glad that the sweat is evaporating.

"Jon?" He turns to see Nathalia trying to reach for the ribbons holding her dress together from the back. "Will you help me?" He immediately complies, suddenly turned on by her request. He grabs hold of the end of the soft material, pulling slowly. He smirks when he hears her catch her breath. There is something erotic as he feels her soft skin beneath his fingertips with every pull of the ribbon. Slowly, her gown becomes unlaced. He uses his thumbs to trace her expose back before wrapping his arms around her from behind. His lips find the soft spot between her neck and shoulder, eliciting a moan to come out from her mouth. His tongue pokes up, leaving a hot, wet trail from her shoulder to her neck. Jon pulls on her gown, successfully freeing her concealed breasts. He takes on in his palms, pinching her nipple teasingly—making her groan his name out loud. He is about to rip off her gown before she grabs a hold of his wandering hand.

"Not now" Her voice is not as firm as she probably would like. Nathalia turns around, kissing him softly before pulling away. She playfully smiles at him, grabbing the ends of his tunic, lifting it. Jon complies, removing the material from his body. He runs a tongue on his front teeth as he watches her put it on, steeping out of her dress in the process. This leaves her tanned, elongated legs exposed. Jon always knew that he is beautiful, but Nathalia in his tunic makes her look like a love goddess. Maybe it is the primal male instinct, but he can't help but think of her as his Nathalia. She made love with him, she wore his tunic, she comforted him as he sobbed in her arms. She is his.

"Lay with me" Seeing her there, laying teasingly on the small bed in their room with her legs exposed…how could Jon say no to her?

He quickly removes his boots, plopping himself on the bed beside her. He says the question that he's wanted to ask out loud since they came here. "So you're a helper?"

She smiles at him, apparently not surprised with the question. " Yes" The she frowns. "Though I don't know how you came up with that title to call us. We've always known ourselves as guardians"

He balances himself using his arms, crawling nearer. "Guardians?"

She giggles, "Yes. Guardians. That's what we call ourselves—though I do not know why I have told you that"

He smiles, seeing her bite her lip nervously. It is the first time that he sees her in such a state. Gone was the powerful and daring helper that she was and the shy, conscious, and beautiful lady replaced her. If it is possible, Jon likes her even more. "It's alright" He grabs hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together. He presses a kiss on her palm before letting their intertwined hands fall on her stomach. All this time, Nathalia is watching him with interest—a small glint in her eyes. He uses his free hand to tuck the lose curls behind her ear. "Tell me about your life before"

Her eyebrows furrow in response. "Before?"

"When you first came to Westeros" He explains.

She stares at the ceiling, a thoughtful expression overtakes her face. "It was so long ago…I do not even know how many moons went by" She looks at him, a childlike wonder on her dark eyes. "We were twelve in our coven when we arrived to Westeros by a whirlwind" He chuckles at the way she pointedly looks at him on the mention of their means of transportation. "Annabeth, Larissa, Carolina, Rose, Gerard, Jericho, Daemon, Vincent, Antoine, Gabriel, Alessandra…and myself. We were new in Westeros so we decided to spend our first days in a fishing village near Lannisport. They had a small issue about the treatment of women. It took us only one moon before we were able to fix the problem and learn all that we can about the modern life of Westeros. After, we just started going from place to place…we were nomads. Wherever we went, there is always something to fix. Eventually, we lost some of our companions—some died and some went back home. We learned of the mad king's plots. It wasn't before Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon announced a rebellion that we were really able to help the people. Songs were made about my coven and myself. When I tell my name, people immediately recognize me. I still don't know what to make of my immortal name"

Jon gazes at the beautiful woman, squeezing her hand affectionately. Nathalia has been through so much that he is surprised that she does not get tired of the politics. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you bring me with you?" He asks her.

"It is the first time that Alessandra is not accompanying me" She tells him. Her dark eyes are bare, unconcealed. Jon is surprised by how vulnerable she looks. "I don't want to be alone"

He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her. She will never be alone.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*PLAYER OF THE GAMES~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jon doesn't know how long he has been sleeping. He expected that Nathalia would be waking up in his arms, but when he spreads his arms wide on the small bed, she is gone. Replacing her is a small pile of clothes obviously prepared for him. He puts on the thin trousers and puts his old clothes inside the small sack that she has provided for him yesterday. He washes his face and chest using the small basin of water on the bedside table before putting on the robe-like garment that is supposed to replace his thick Northern jacket.

He finds Nathalia sharing a cup of tea with the whore from last night. They are both too engrossed with their conversation to notice him appear behind her.

"Can I have some of that?" He asks, surprising them both.

Nathalia looks nervous while the whore could not stop the loud laugh escaping from her, "No, you can't" Nathalia exclaims, the words coming out in a nervous babble. Before he can ask why, she gulps the beverage, leaving not a single drop from him.

"Looks like yer wife don't want any babes, yea?" The whore suddenly says, confusing Jon.

"WHAT?"

"Nothing!" Nathalia suddenly screeches, standing up from her seat and grabbing the huge loaf of bread from the middle of the table. "I bought this for you" She hands him the hot loaf. "We must go. It is almost noon"

Has he really slept that long? "Thank you" Jon never forgets his manners, seeing as they were guests at this retched place.

The whore nods, now preoccupied with another 'guest'.

Jon feels much lighter than he had the day before, satisfied with the sleep he got. The clothes that Nathalia provided help with the hot climate, pleasing him. He takes large bites of the fresh bread that she bought while he follows her turn quickly from corridor to corridor. He has certainly missed the warm edible food outside of the wall. The gods know how much Jon is close to fasting to avoid the water broth that they are serving—though Sam has managed to manipulate the taste a little bit to make it more pleasant.

He almost forgets that they have already stopped before he collides roughly with Nathalia. She gives him an annoyed look—which he answered by giving her a small shrug. Jon knows that he is forgiven when he spots a small smile forming on her mouth.

Jon looks at the painted structure in front of him. The moans and screams coming out from the building make Jon uncomfortable. He has a pretty good idea on their current location.

"Nathalia, are we in a whore—" She pulls him in before he can even finish his sentence. The smell of sex overcomes him senses, making him frown in disgust.

"BAELISH!" He winces at Nathalia's loud cry.

A man dressed in leather robes comes out. Everything in his appearance does not agree with Jon. The dangerous look in his eyes depicts him as a threat for Jon. Two underdressed whores are glued to his side, each taking turn in giving him wet kisses on his neck or cheek. He doesn't seem to be reacting with their attempts and releases a small gasp at the sight of Nathalia. Jon watches as the man licks his lips, studying her body thoroughly. On instinct, Jon grabs Nathalia waist, pulling her carefully towards him.

This time, the man snaps his eyes towards Jon. A look of recognition crosses his eyes before he chuckles. Jon feels a burst of panic inside him. Has this man recognized him as Ned Stark's bastard son? "Lady Nathalia, you're back" The man says in a silky voice. Too silky, in fact, that Jon tenses up with his secretive tone.

This doesn't seem to affect Nathalia since she fixes him a cold gaze. "Baelish, still the perverted charmer" Jon has to press his lips in a thin line to keep a smile from his face. He frowns when she pulls from his arms and walks directly in front of the man. "Where is she?"

The man, Baelish, seemed to pretend to look innocent. "Who, my lady?"

Sensing that their Baelish is not paying them any attention, the whores start advancing towards Jon. They grab each of his arms, giggling when he tenses up.

"You're a handsome one"

"Do you want to give us a go?"

"You can have both of us"

"We won't wind"

"I'll stay on top"

He doesn't pay them any attention. His thoughts are in Nathalia—who is now quietly conversing with Baelish. Jon doesn't trust the man. Just his first look on the cocky way he brings himself, Baelish is not a man you should trust. So why is Nathalia talking to him?"

"Get off him" Nathalia suddenly orders, her dark eyes flashing with annoyance and…is that jealousy? The two whores pout childishly, as if they've been neglected a toy, before releasing him. Jon could not help but smirk at Nathalia. He kind of likes this possessive side of her. She rolls her eyes, catching his suggestive look. "Let's go, Snow" She suddenly uses her old nickname for him, giving him what he wanted.

Jon ignores the suggestive comments that naked whores throw in his way, only focused on following Nathalia inside the whorehouse. Besides, he doesn't need to tell them off since they are immediately silenced by Nathalia's cold glare. A large grin stays on Jon's face the whole time, liking her sudden jealousy.

They enter a blocked room. He considers knocking before Nathalia raises her hand to use her talent to open the door. A large bang is caused by her forceful pressure, causing the surprised gasps by the whores near them. Jon is sure that Nathalia has done that on purpose to torment them. The naked fat man inside the room does not appear to be surprised by the noise. He is too engrossed in pleasuring himself, unaware that no whore is currently occupying the same bed as he is.

"What the fuck is the noise?" An annoyed voice asks. Jon watches as a striking young woman comes out of another room.

"Natasha" Nathalia suddenly says, striding forward and grabbing the girl in a forceful hug.

The girl hugs her back. Jon awkwardly watches as they exchange pleasantries. He clears his throat, implying that he is in the room.

"Who's this?" The girl asks Nathalia. Jon is surprised by similarities of the two women in front of him. Their dark eyes look at him—one with curiosity and one with happiness.

"Jon Snow" Nathalia says, grabbing the girls hand and pulling her forward. The smile never left her face as she introduced him to her—as if she has been waiting for this a long while. "Jon, this is Natasha. She is my sister"

Dun Dun Dun… hehe Don't be surprised. Guardians can have siblings ;)

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