Chapter 16:

Bronn

From the look on Alyssa's face he could tell that she was angry. She had left King's Landing, and with that her warm and comfortable life, to search for the man she truly loved, to find him in the freezing cold with a red haired naked woman on his lap.

Eleonor looked uneasy at him, he knew she wanted him to do something, probably because Alyssa would attack the woman if he didn't stop her.

Finally, that bloke called Jon Snow started to talk.

"Alyssa. I-I.." he sighed. "I didn't know that you would be here so soon."

He felt sorry for the kid. He really seemed sorry for what happened and looked really uncomfortable as the woman still sat on his lap.

He saw Alyssa's gaze turning from Jon to the woman.

"Wouldn't she be on your lap if we would have come later?" She said with the most dangerous smile that he had ever seen. It reminded Bronn of how Cersei used to look at Tyrion.

"I will leave you alone to talk." The woman said as she covered herself.

"You can stay, we'll go." Alyssa said as she turned around to walk out of the room.

"No." Jon said as he stepped up from his seat. "No. Alyssa, please." He tried.

Alyssa turned around as she rested her hand on the door opening. "I have got nothing to say to you."

"Lys. We need to talk." Jon said as he sounded seriously. Bronn inspected him carefully and saw that there was something wrong and that they indeed needed to talk.

But not now. Alyssa was too fucking pissed and he knew that she would not listen to a word Jon had to say now.

"You have heard the Lady, lad." He grinned as he looked at Jon. "A bath and a nice soft bed would do though." He tried.

Jon sighed but then nodded. "Yes. I'll get you some comfortable rooms to rest."

Bronn thanked him as he looked to Alyssa, who tried to kill the woman with her looks. The woman, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. Before she could make a complete fool out of herself he pulled her out of the room, as they followed Jon into the cold to their rooms.

Alyssa did not say a word as Bronn talked to Jon about their journey and the weather as Alyssa glanced angrily at him for talking to the man she hated so much right now.

Jon stopped at a door in the tower next to his own. "It's a bit small for two, but I think it will do."

"Three." Alyssa corrected him.

"Your room is somewhere else." Jon said as he did not dare to look at her.

Alyssa started to laugh. "Is this some kind of joke to you?" She said as she could not believe him.

"Do you see me laughing?" Jon said seriously.

"It's alright, Lyssie, go with him. I'll go and see you after we rested." Eleonor tried to calm her down.

Alyssa looked at Bronn and saw no support on his face as well. She growled as she stormed back into the cold, leaving them alone. Eleonor smiled quickly at Jon before she walked into their room.

Bronn slapped Jon on the shoulder as he wanted to go as well. When he turned around, Jon stopped him.

"I messed up didn't I?" He said.

He sighed. "No lad. She'll come around. It was a long journey and she did go through a hard time y'know. With her brother killin' her father." He paused as he sighed again. "Jus', don't invite women with nice tits into your rooms anymore." He ended as he slapped him on the shoulder once more and made his leave.

He had a long journey and it had been too long since he felt Eleonor's warm body underneath him.

Tyrion

He stretched himself as he got off the boat after too many weeks being locked up on a boat. He knew he smelled, but he did not care. Tysha…

"'Where do whores go, father?" he thought as he thought of what his father had said to him.

By the looks of what he saw around him, the ship had sailed to Pentos. He remembered what he had read about Pentos and the view was similar. He wondered who would welcome him, if he could even call it a welcome.

Knowing Varys, he would have a plan. Tyrion did not know if it would do any good for him or for Cersei. He would find out soon enough.

An overweight man who you could call easily 'fat', wearing luxurious clothes waited for him at the harbor.

"My lord." The man whispered. "My name is Illyrio Mopatis. There is no time to speak right now, so I will take you to my home so that we can speak in private."

Tyrion has read his books well and knew that this man was a loyal man to the Targaryens. He was careful, but was curious about what the man wanted to tell him so he followed Mopatis to a carriage. Mopatis helped him in as he seated himself as well. The carriage started to ride and stopped at a gracious home. The two men did not exchange a word during the ride.

"Can I speak openly now?" Tyrion giggled. He had too much wine on his journey and the wine still worked.

"No you can't. Speak when we're inside." Mopatis smiled as he helped Tyrion out.

He shrugged as he followed the fat man into his house. For a fat man he was still able to walk fast and it took Tyrion some effort to keep up with him.

Mopatis walked him into a room, which could easily do for a council room. He looked at all the books as he recognized a few titles, as Mopatis showed him a chair to sit in. he sat down and immediately tried to fill a glass of wine, when Mopatis stopped him gently.

"I think you have had enough, my Lord." He said to Tyrion.

"There is not enough wine in the world to suit my needs." Tyrion tried, but Mopatis put the goblet away.

Tyrion sighed. "Alright, you wanted to speak with me."

"I did." Mopatis said, but did not continue.

"Well…?" Tyrion said as he raised an eyebrow.

"You won't be staying here for too long, my Lord."

"Really? A pity, I kind of started to like it here." He said as he looked around. "The only thing I miss is wine."

"You'll be going to the Queen." Mopatis continued, as Tyrion swallowed.

"Very well then," he said as he stood up from his chair. "I shall go immediately to my sweet sister. I will send her your regards."

"Queen Daenerys." Mopatis pointed out.

Tyrion stopped to a halt. "And what will I be doing there?" he said as he had thought for a moment.

"Claiming your birthright and help her to win the Iron Throne." Mopatis said seriously.

Tyrion paused for a moment before he started to laugh out loud. He didn't know why but it sounded hilarious to him.

"What's so funny, my Lord?" Mopatis asked him.

Tyrion tried to catch some breath and find the right words. "Do you honestly think that she will accept my help?"

"She will when she hears the information that you are going to tell her." Mopatis spoke calmly. "You can trust me."

Tyrion giggled. "I have trusted the wrong people in my past so forgive me that I am not convinced just yet."

"I can trust you with the fact that your Lady sister Alyssa had reached the Wall safely, like you've whished."

Tyrion stopped laughing. How did the man knew about this?

"We have little birds everywhere, my Lord." Mopatis said as he looked to the empty chair in front of him. "Now, please, sit."

Hesitated for a moment but he wanted to hear what the man had to say so he sat back into his chair.

"As I was saying, you are going to the Queen and you will help her to win the Iron Throne." Mopatis continued, "And claim your birthright."

"I am sure that Queen Daenerys is more suitable to sit on the Iron Throne than many others are, but I will hurt some that I love if I will help her."

"Your sister Alyssa? She is part of the plan." Mopatis said like he read Tyrion's mind.

"Is she, now?" Tyrion sounded surprised, "Then I can't wait to hear your plan. Please, continue."

Mopatis smiled as some servants came in to bring them some plates of food. Figs and dates, Tyrion saw as his mouth started to water, but he waited until he had heard what the man had to say.

"Queen Daenerys could use a wise advisor and I think you will be suitable as you are a wise Lord with knowledge and you both share a dislike towards your sister. The Queen is seated in Mereen now but the city is in great danger because of the Golden Company. The young Queen needs to know that she is ready to aim on Westeros now and leave Mereen behind her, and save it once more as she has won the Iron Throne."

Tyrion started to giggle again. "You want me to tell her, a man from a family that she disgusts and she has every reason to, that she should leave the city she had conquered and leave to fight my family and many others?" He didn't sound convinced.

"She won't be alone." Mopatis said.

Tyrion sighed. "Three half-grown dragons won't be enough."

"No. But an army of sellswords and wildlings will do." Mopatis smiled.

"I beg your pardon?" Tyrion laughed in disbelief.

"Do you remember the story of the Tower of Joy, my Lord?" Mopatis asked him gently.

"I do. Rhaegar Targaryen kept Lyanna Stark in that Tower during Robert Baratheon's Rebellion." Tyrion nodded.

"He did. But it was not against her will. Lyanna Stark did not love Robert Baratheon, as he always told, but she loved Prince Rhaegar. And he loved her back. The only way that they could be together was in that Tower where they led their lives together. Do you know the last words that Lady Lyanna spoke to her brother Lord Eddard?"

"'Promise me, Ned.'" Tyrion replied as he tried to figure out what Mopatis wanted to tell him.

"Promise me, Ned." Mopatis nodded in agreement. "Rhaegar Targaryen did not kill Lyanna Stark. The reason why she was covered in blood was because she had received his child."

"Impossible." Tyrion stated.

"Is it? They have been there long enough to receive a child that was his. As I told you, they have loved each other. Lady Lyanna let Eddard Stark promise her to look after her child, and take it as his own."

"Jon Snow…" Tyrion thought absent-minded.

"Jon Snow." Mopatis nodded once more. "I think our Queen would like to know that some of her relatives are still alive. And you are going to tell her that."

"Is there some evidence? It still sounds like a tale I used to tell my sister when she was little." Tyrion asked as he allowed himself to eat some of the figs. The wine had worked out by now as his mind needed him more than ever.

"Jon Connington will lead you to the Queen. He was a friend of Prince Rhaegar and he can agree to this story. When Queen Daenerys believes you, you will sail for the Wall where you will find your sister and Jon Snow."

"And then?" Tyrion asked.

"Then you will complete her army with the Wildlings. Your sister will stay alive because she is the Queen's love and they can live the life they had always wanted. You will reclaim Casterly Rock and Queen Daenerys will have the Iron Throne." Mopatis ended.

"When will I leave?" Tyrion asked.

A smile appeared on Mopatis' face. "Do you trust me now?"

"I'm trying." Tyrion ended as he ate another fig.

Jaime

"She is a pretty girl, for a Frey." He said with a smirk as he looked at the tortured Edmure. "A pity she will end up with such a horrific faith."

"Please, let her out of this. She is innocent. She's got nothing to do with it!" Edmure tried as he sounded exhausted.

"You could have it all, you know. A pretty wife, a child. You just need to give me Riverrun and then she's all yours. Well, you will stay at Casterly Rock but at least you all will live." He said as he inspected Edmure's face. He knew he got him, Edmure just needed a little more conviction.

"You there, run a bath for our Lord Edmure. And please, play a nice song to him while he baths." He said as he walked out of the room.

A painful smirk appeared on his face as he heard Edmure cry and scream while the artist played 'The Rains of Castamere'. He had always hated the song and he hated that he needed to use this against Edmure, after everything that had happened the last time he had heard it. But Jaime was out of time, as he wanted to travel North to search Alyssa. This was the oncly way to convince Edmure to give up Riverrun.

Ser Payne was waiting for him in his tent as he handed him a letter. He opened it curiously as he quickly read the content.

When he had finished, he started to smile.

"Have you ever been to the Wall, Ser Payne?" He said as he walked out of his tent again.

Alyssa

She was happy to see her golden hair again dancing on her shoulders as she was combing it after finishing her bath. It was only a quick bath: the water was warm, when she had entered, but because of the cold the water quickly turned cold, making Alyssa to finish her bath a lot sooner than she had hoped.

Jon had got her the room next to his, and she didn't like it at all. Knowing that he was in the room next to her killed her. The walls were thick but she could hear his heavy boots walking on the floor. She could hear him when he left his room and for a moment she thought that he rested at her door and wanted to come in, but she could hear the footsteps walking further.

She didn't know if she wanted him to come in or not. Yes, because she wanted to yell at him and hit him. No, because she was hurt and she didn't want him to see her like that. She didn't want him to know that it had bothered her that another beautiful woman tried to seduce the man that she loved. It made her feel insecure.

It was unfair to think like that, she knew that. She didn't exactly stay true to Jon herself over the couple of years, but somehow she hoped that he would be, as he had way more honor than she will ever have.

Another sound of footsteps reached her ears. She knew they didn't belong to Jon as they were softer and slower. A woman, Alyssa thought, as she reminded that Eleonor would visit her after they had rested.

The door opened as Alyssa turned around to welcome her friend. She tried to smile but the smile faded quickly once she saw that the red haired woman entered and closed the door behind her.

"Did I told you it was alright for you to enter?" Alyssa asked her as she pretended to think. "I can't fully remember."

The woman smiled. "You didn't."

"Then why do you?" Alyssa wondered.

"I remembered that I didn't introduce myself to you," the woman said as she walked forward and handed out her hand to Alyssa. "My name is Melisandre of Asshai, my Lady."

Alyssa did not take her hand. "I would lie if I told you that it is a pleasure to meet you." She answered.

Melisandre grinned as she seemed unimpressed by Alyssa's words. "King Stannis would like to speak with you."

"I did not know that Stannis Baratheon had a whore in his company." Alyssa answered.

Melisandre smiled. "I am not a whore, my Lady. I am a Priestess, for the Lord of Light."

Alyssa smiled back sweetly. "You're not very decent for a Priestess."

"And you're not very decent for a Lady." Melisandre said back as she made Alyssa angry.

"We shouldn't fight, my Lady. We are two of the few women at Castle Black. We should be friends." Melisandre said softly as she touched Alyssa's cheek with her hand.

Her hand felt warm, almost hot against her cold skin. Alyssa looked Melisandre in the eye as the thought for a moment to see flames in them. Then her eyes went downwards, towards the thick ruby that rested on her neck. It seemed to pulse which made Alyssa feel uncomfortable.

But she would not show it to her. She would let Melisandre of Asshai see what she was capable of.

"Do you know the song 'The Rains of Castamere, Melisandre?" She asked sweetly as she ran one of her own hands through the red hair that felt hot as well.

"I do, my Lady." Melisandre answered

"Do you happen to know the story of House Reyne of Castamere?"

"Not as well as you, I'm sure."

"House Reyne was a powerful family, very wealthy, the second wealthiest family in Westeros. Of course, ambitious climbers don't want to stop on the second highest rung, if only you could take that final step. You could see further than all the rest, with nothing but blue skies above you. So Lord Reyne built a castle, as grand as Casterly Rock. He gave his wife diamonds, larger than any my mother ever wore. And finally, one day, he rebelled against my father. Do you know where House Reyne is now?" Alyssa said as she waited for Melisandre to answer.

"Gone." Melisandre said taken aback.

Alyssa smirked. "Gone. A gentle word. I would rather say slaughtered. Every man, woman and child, put to the sword. Some remember seeing their bodies hanging high above the gates of Casterly Rock. My father let them rot up there all summer. It was a long summer. 'And now the rains weep o'er their halls, and not a soul to hear.' If you ever call me "friend" again, I'll strangle you in your sleep."

Melisandre smirked back but did not answer as the door opened again. It was Jon who walked in and Alyssa could see that he was surprised to see that Melisandre was there as well.

"Lord Commander, Melisandre was just leaving." Alyssa said sweetly to him.

"I was. Lady Alyssa, we will talk again, as I said: King Stannis is waiting for you." Melisandre said as she looked to Alyssa.

"He can wait. I know he can be such a patient man." She smiled sweetly as she saw Melisandre leaving her room and closing the door behind her.

"What can I do for you, Lord Commander?" she asked Jon as she walked to her bed and rested on it.

Jon looked down to her but immediately looked away. "We need to talk about what happened."

"Do we now, Lord Commander?" She tried to sound surprised.

"Stop calling me that." Jon said as he sounded annoyed. "It never should have happened."

"No it shouldn't." Alyssa said but immediately regretted how harsh she sounded. She patted on the spot next to her, inviting Jon to sit on her bed.

Jon hesitated as he looked at Alyssa.

"I promise I won't do anything. Promise." She smiled, making Jon to smile back as he sat down next to her.

"So, here we are." Alyssa sighed.

"I never thought that I would see you again." Jon told her in all honesty. "And then I received a letter, a few weeks ago, telling me that you were on your way. Who wrote that? His handwriting was rubbish." He laughed and the sound of his laughter made Alyssa feel warm inside.

Gods, she had missed him.

"Probably my brother Jaime's, he had lost his writing hand." Alyssa smirked.

"He did? The victorious Jaime Lannister?" Jon said surprised.

"Yes. But that is a story for some other time. Tell me what happened."

Jon sighed. "King Stannis Baratheon is at Castle Black and with him his followers Ser Daavos and the Lady Melisandre, who you just met." He paused, but then continued. "They want to attack the North to free the people, hoping they will follow him in his war against your family. He hoped that I would aid him, that I would fight with him. He would give me Winterfell and make me the Lord. I declined. My place is here with my Brothers and Sansa is the rightful Lady of Winterfell."

"I understand." Alyssa said comforting as she took his hand in hers.

Jon looked at how their hands locked before he continued. "They also knew that you were coming. Melisandre can see things through her fires and she saw you riding towards the Wall. They told me that once you were here, you would have to make a choice. Choose for Stannis and live, choose for your nephew and burn." He sighed as he looked her in the eyes. "At first, they wanted to burn you straight away when you would get to the Wall but Melisandre convinced Stannis to not do so."

"I guess I should thank her for that." Alyssa giggled.

"And this day, she came into my room. I don't know if she knew you would arrive today, but she tried to seduce me. If you would have come in only a few moments earlier, you would have heard that I declined her as well, telling her that I still loved you and that I would wait for you, even if it's impossible for us to be together."

"It's not impossible, Jon," she said with a small voice, "we can still be together. Stannis can give you your title if I swear fealty to him."

"Winterfell belongs to Sansa. And I am not a Stark, not truly. And I will never ask of you to betray your family. " Jon spoke firmly.

"You don't have to be the Lord of Winterfell. Casterly Rock belongs to me now. We could rule the Westlands together." She sighed. "As for Tommen and the rest that I love, I'll figure something out. I can be very persuasive, you know."

"I remember." Jon smirked.

They laughed and were silent for a few moments.

"Jon?" She asked as she stroke his hair.

Jon looked up at her questionly.

"Kiss me."

Jon sighed. "I can't, Alyssa. I am a man of the Night's Watch now. I cannot break my vows."

"Your vow tells you to not take a wife. I am not your wife." Alyssa tried.

"I can't kiss you because if I do, I won't be able to stop." Jon added firmly, making Alyssa blush.

"Alright, not even a kiss on the lips?" She smirked.

"Not even a kiss on the lips." Jon answered and he started to laugh when he saw Alyssa was getting frustrated.

He put an arm around her and put her close to his chest. She could hear his heart beating as he kissed her hair. She could hear him taking in the scent of her hair.

"I love you, Jon." She said as she stroked his chest.

"I love you too." Jon said as he kissed her on the head once more.

A/N: Here's your next update after a long time! Thank you for being so patient. I can't tell you when I will update again but I hope to be able to do it more frequently now!

Next time: Alyssa and Jon talk to Stannis, Tyrion and Jaime are travelling and Cersei will do anything to be with her son again!

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