Previously on POTG: Dany finds trouble in leading the Khalasar. Robb Stark threatens Jaime Lannister. Sansa receives a letter from Jaime and finally meets Natasha.

I just want to clarify the changes regarding the age of the characters.

Jon Snow = 17

Nathalia = looks like 17

Alessandra = 17

Daenerys = 17

Robb Stark = 18

Arya Stark = 13

Sansa Stark = 16

Jaime Lannister = 33

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES.

Chapter 16 A New Coven

*Alessandra*

Having nothing else to do except oversee the training of the men, Ally has taken it upon herself to make a proper lady out of Ygritte. She had grabbed whatever Nathalia had left behind, promising the wildling that she would thank Alessandra as soon as she's done with her. The guardian has dressed the wildling in a simple green dress, a little worried that Nathalia's clothes may be too short for her. She is relieved to find out that the dress became a bit longer in the absence of curves.

"Hold still," She warns, holding Ygritte's head as she tries to smooth out the rough exterior of her flaming red hair. The wildling cries out from the pain of her hair being constantly pulled. "Seven hells, do you not have a comb for your hair beneath the wall?"

"Well we've been busy trying to survive to 'ave time to pamper ourselves like you lot," This time, Alessandra makes sure that she pulls really hard on Ygritte's hair. She felt a tinge of satisfaction when the wildling cried out in pain. Finally untangling the horror that is Ygritte's hair, Alessandra starts to grab each strand to form intricate braids.

"The guardians are preoccupied too, you know? No—don't turn around! Honestly! Can't you just stay still for a moment?" She grits her teeth and combs her hand through the wildling's hair, annoyed that she has to start all over again.

"Guardians," Ygritte says, testing the word. "Is dat what you call yourselves?"

A small laugh escapes Alessandra. "Yes, that's what we are called. I do not know where you got the word 'helpers' from. It's very—" She purses her lips, trying to find the right word. "—common."

Ygritte makes an unladylike snort. "I'll blem da old ones for dat one"

"You're humorous. Nathalia would like you" Ally finds herself saying, happy that the wildling woman does not move her head this time.

"I've never met 'er"

She raises her eyebrows at the statement. She and Alessandra have spent moons with the wildlings. How could they not find the time to meet Ygritte? "How could that be possible? I was sure that we've met all the free folk"

"Must have been doin' some sort of order from Mance," Ygritte shrugs, not interested in the subject. "Dis Nathalia...why isn't she 'ere?"

Can she really trust a wildling to keep the fact that realm has weaknesses a secret? Thinking better of it, Alessandra decides to leave some details. "There is trouble brewing King's Landing. Nathalia is there to…fix it"

"Alone?"

She smiles, thinking of Thalia's handsome, curly-haired lover. "No, not alone"

"Who was wid 'er?"

Alessandra opens her mouth to reply but is cut off by Samwell Tarly on their doorstep. She sends him a small smile before focusing on the almost done braid. "Is there something you need, Sam?"

The fat nobleman wipes the sweat off his brow before speaking, "The Lord Commander requires your presence, my lady."

She fastens her pace on braiding, "Hold on a moment, Sam…there!" She smirks in triumph. Looks like the wildling lady's hair can be tamed. She grabs a silk ribbon from the nearby dresser and uses it to tie the ends of the intricate patterns she created. "Let's show you off," She squeals and wastes no time in grabbing Ygritte's pale arm and dragging her out of the bedchamber. The cold air of the north hits her face, making Ally contemplate if their should have brought their cloaks with them. Even though their dresses had long sleeves, the air is still colder than normal. She shakes her head. Would be much warmer in the Lord Commander's room.

Ally hooks her arm with Ygritte's then turns to the lordling behind them. "Doesn't she look marvelous?" It's obvious that she's having too much fun using the wildling as a doll.

Sam smiles nervously, not knowing what to say. "I—I…y—yes…s—she does." His fat cheeks would shame even the ripest of tomatoes.

The smug guardian sends a wink to the wildling. The only reply she gets is rolling of the eyes. Alessandra is glad that her efforts had paid off. Necks turned at the new sight of a woman in the wall. Looks like my efforts to make Ygritte more ladylike will only make her more cautious. Alessandra fastens her pace, tightening her hold on the other woman's arm. The other wildlings are circled around a fire, seeming oblivious to their surroundings—well, until Styr lays eyes on Ygritte. A quiet murmur of amusement fills their small group, eliciting a pretty blush to fill the wildling woman's cheeks. Ally has to admit: she does look very beautiful. Her pale face is exposed from the tangles that her hair was before Alessandra had her way. Nathalia's green dress is hugging Ygritte's very small and straight figure. Being a lot smaller in the bust and the bottom, the dress is in the exact length, lightly feathering the floor like a lady of a court.

Alessandra enters the Lord Commander's office alone. Ygritte was called off by her fellow wildlings while Sam thought it would be inappropriate to hear a conversation that he isn't called for. Any feelings of abandonment left her emotions as soon as she lays eyes on a familiar young man.

"Gabriel," The name slips from her tongue before she can process the scene. It can't possibly be him. He's left their coven to return to the kingdom years before the mad king was slain.

"That's my father, yes" The man says, his eyes shining with recognition. "I am called Dyllon, Gabriel's eldest"

Ally raises her eyebrows at the monotone voice he is presenting. He is certainly the spitting image of his father—from the looks as well as the attitude. Has she really been in Westeros for that long? "Please to meet you. I'm Alessandra."

He nods, saying nothing else.

Thalia has always like brooding men. The same could not be said for Ally. She grits her teeth in annoyance of not being replied to. With her mouth in a straight line, she turns to the Lord Commander. "You called for my presence?"

He nods, making small grumbling noises at the back of his throat. "Yes, yes. This young man here…he's a helper, is he not?"

She nods, not understanding the situation. "Yes, he is"

"The gods bless us this day," Jeor Mormont's husky guffaws fill his large office.

"What do you mean?" Ally looks at him strangely, wondering what was happening.

"Your whispers proved to be a challenge to the guardians. They are sending out a ten to build a coven. Their first mission is going to be on this wall," Dyllon, crosses his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall.

She does not falter at his heavy gaze. "Why are you here, then?"

"To overlook their training,"

Snap. She does not realize that she is holding the Lord Commander's quill. It broke in half on the hard pressure that she is applying. "And they find me unfit to train these new guardians myself?"

"No offense is to be directed but I have never seen you act unless it is on the command of Nathalia," His eyes are filled with indifference and the gestures that he does with his hands appear sloppy and uninterested.

Her mouth falls open in surprise. "And you think that you can do a better job than me?"

"Yes," Is his clipped reply.

"HOW DARE YOU—!" She starts but is cut off by the Lord Commander banging his meaty hands on the table. The heavy clang of the weapons piled up fill the silence. The two guardians size up each other. Dyllon looking at Ally up and down with his brooding persona while Alessandra glares at him, seething from the insult.

Mormont sighs deeply, massaging his temples. "Lady Alessandra, I think it would be best if we let go of these…uhm…insults and accept the fact that we will need all the help we can get," His eyes shine with the knowledge that he has gathered in his many years.

"You're right," She concedes before sending an icy look towards Dyllon. "You are welcomed at the wall and are free to use the king's tower"

A ghostly smile plays on his lips. Gabriel has always been handsome, Alessandra bitterly confesses. "Isn't the Lord Commander supposed to be making these queries?"

"Look at that. I decided on something without anyone ordering me to do so," She can have the sharpest of tongues when she dislikes something…or, in this case, someone. Jeor Mormont covers his laugh with overly dramatic coughs, overly patting his large belly.

"This is going to be rather fun," Looks like Dyllon did not inherit all of his father's good graces after all.

*Sansa Stark*

"You're leaving," Are the first words that Sansa releases from her mouth. Jon looks at the ground, almost bashful at the obvious reason why he's there. She has known that the next time that she sees her half brother will also be the last.

"You are still free to come with us," Lady Nathalia interjects.

Jon silently sends her a look of pleading but Sansa is sure of her choice. "I can't. People will notice."

"And you will have your brother's army to protect you," Sansa would have agreed immediately but a nagging voice inside her head tells her that there is another reason why she is choosing to stay in King's Landing.

Sansa is not that much of a fool to believe that she can get inside Cersei's devious plans easily. The queen still thinks of her as the moony-eyed girl that she was when she left Winterfell. As much cruelty she experiences in King's Landing, there is one person who is behind all of the reasons for her decision…Jaime Lannister. She remembers the way he promised her his return to King's Landing, how his lips softly caressed her forehead before walking away. The letter that he sent only added to the longing that Sansa had felt. She knows that Jon will never let her stay for such a reason; that's why she kept it quiet.

"I—I," She is at lost for words. Suddenly, she feels small under the scrutinizing gaze of Lady Nathalia.

"Let her stay, Sister." Natasha walks across the room, placing two gentle hands on Sansa's shoulders. "The lady wolf will be quite safe in my hands." The nickname used on her is one that Sansa will never forget. It is supposed to be for her mother, but Catelyn Tully has never really accepted being part of the North. Sansa knows that her mother still longs for the wet, humid air of Riverun.

"Alright," Lady Nathalia nods, surprising Sansa when she takes her into her arms and gives her a deep hug. Pulling away, she traces a smooth palm on Sansa's pale cheeks. "Take care of yourself, Sansa Stark. King's Landing is a place that changes people. Do not let the extravagance and gossips fool you."

Unable to know what to reply, the young lady gives a slight nod. She will never get over the intimidation that the older girl exuberates. The two sisters walk out of the room, leaving her with her half-brother.

Jon is in front of her in an instant. "Sansa, come with us"

She shakes her head. "You know I won't, Jon. Arya might come back and I want to be here when it happens."

He nods, face clouding with disappointment.

The dread of saying goodbye fills Sansa's chest. She sets her palm on Jon's cheeks. These few moons have been good to her half-brother. The training that he received from the wall has helped with his physique, turning from slender to buff. She thought that she would never see him again, seeing as they rarely spend time with their uncle Benjen Stark. A wave of shame fills Sansa. How can someone, hated and ignored all his life, be so caring and understanding? How can Sansa let her mother's own judgments cloud her own? Jon never did anything wrong to her. "I am very sorry, Jon…for all the stupid misconceptions that I might have unknowingly directed at you."

"Sansa—," He starts to say but she cuts him.

"You will always be my brother. Bastard or not, I will never repeat what has happened in the past. My mother's judgments are her own. I am sorry if it has ever crossed your mind that I do not welcome you to our family. I have never hated you, brother." Tears begin to form on her eyes. This is the first time that she admits those thoughts out loud. She has always feared her mother's reaction so she settled for a hostile relationship with Jon.

He fiercely hugs her, squeezing until she wheezes in protest. "I know that you do not hate me, Sansa," He tells her.

The soft creaking of the door interrupts their goodbyes. Lady Nathalia pokes her head inside the room, her dark eyes shining with regret. "We have to go, Jon"

Jon nods, a small smile gracing his lips.

Sansa notes how the smile lingers on his face for a moment before it returns to neutral. "You are smitten," She observes as soon as Nathalia closes the door.

Her half brother blushes and absentmindedly rubs the back of his neck.

A smirk finds its way to Sansa's face, despite the sadness of parting. "I never thought that I will see the day when you finally show some emotions in that handsome face of yours. You look so much like a Stark when you smile."

Jon doesn't say anything and regards her with an affectionate stare instead. "Take care of yourself, little sister"

A grin breaks through her face at the nickname. "And you, brother"

So this is the new chapter hehe. I really am such a snail when it comes to updating, aren't I? Sorry if the events aren't really that interesting. What do you guys think of Dyllon? Ain't he mysterious?

Do you guys have any suggestions for the names of the new guardians?

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