A/N: So I felt last chapter wasn't my best work. However, I'm looking to correct that with this chapter. Hope you like it.


Lyanna shook the captain's hand one last time, thanking him for bringing her here to Volantis. The 'girls' were already sniffing the air of this new land with excitement. It had been a long trip, for all of them. She stepped off the ship and whistled for them to follow, being stuck on a ship had granted her enormous time to practice with her weapon and her direwolves.

Her first stop was a coin exchanger, while gold could be used everywhere, having the currency of the land would draw less attention. With her purse, she found a trader and managed to trade most of her cold weather gear for something that wouldn't kill her in the sun. She bought 3 pairs of dark pants, not new but well made and would last quite a while, 3 pairs of light shirts of red, blue and green as were the popular choices on this side of the world. Finally, she bought a slightly heavier over coat which would give her some protection from the wind and weather but grant her the speed to stay out of harm's way.

Her needlework was nowhere near Sansa's level but she had made due on her voyage here. She sewed a direwolf patch, much like the one she gave to Jon, onto the belt which held her sword's scabbard. It hanged just over her right breast. It could be hidden under her cloak if she wanted to, but she preferred people to know where she came from. Finding the information for her next step, she thought back to what the captain had told her as they sailed into Essos.

They were just sailing past Lys when the captain pointed to shipyard that contained possible 30 or more ships. He had seen her needlework and thought she should know. She couldn't make out a flag on the ships but they were all uniformed the same way.

"That is the Company of Roses, my dear lady. Founded by the men and some say women of your home in Winterfell. Stark people who left the north because the last King in the North surrendered. Those are your blood and your country men. Last I heard, they were doing very well for themselves." He had said no more as they passed Lys by, maybe if she had time, she would stop by the headquarters and see what her cousins had done with themselves.

Lyanna stopped and looked to the northwest. She had made it across the Narrow Sea, not she had to get to the Targaryen girl before anyone else did. A merchant was scheduled to be going directly to Vaes Dothrak and she would just barter to go with him. Soon, she thought soon I'll be there and then I can find out what's really happening.

Someone from the crew had heard a rumor that her father had been taken prisoner. But why would King Robert imprison his friend. It made no sense and it had been hounding after her like a hunting dog. She shook her head to dismiss such thoughts, they would only distract her. A shout from a local tavern caught her attention just as a body was thrown through the front door.

Lyanna had to take a second look at the man now lying on the ground. It can't be she thought with a hint of surprise and excitement. A woman in her mid 20's came barreling out of the tavern after him followed immediately by several men in a standard uniform. Black and blue armor, helmets and they were carrying a lot of weapons. The woman knelt next to the man and checked to make sure he was okay but looking back at the group.

"Fuck off Tazal, it was a fair bet and you know it. Don't be a little shit just because you aren't strong enough." The woman said. She was strong for her age, carrying two swords across her back. Her right cheek was scarred, and she had two claw marks going from forehead to her left cheek through her eye. Lyanna thought she looked fierce with them, they didn't detract from her looks but enhanced them with primal power.

"Really Tazal?" The man stated as he got to his feet "I said 10 gold dragons to the man who could put me on the ground with one punch. Not one throw through the front door. Now be a good man and pay up so this doesn't have to get ugly." He was Westerosi accent, dirty blonde hair and bread, carrying a sword and a small hand axe. There was no mistaking this man, a man she had met many times in her own childhood. Pulling up the hood of her cloak to cover her face and her sigil, making sure the girls would stay put, she walked up to the crowd.

"I'll take that bet," She shouted to get everyone's attention, she pulled out her coin purse before throwing them on the ground "I'll knock you back down."

The man laughed "See here Tazal, this girl has got more balls than you, you sure you're not Unsullied. Alright, little lady, lets-"she caught him midway through his speaking right in the jaw whilst he was unprepared. He wobbled back and forth for a moment and nobody knew if he was staying or falling. Finally he dropped to his knees so he could catch his breath. His female companion looked shocked at first and then gave a full bellied laugh at his misfortune, grabbing Lyanna's arm and hoisting it into the air.

"See here Tazal" the woman told him "this little girl did what you could not, now pay up and fuck off." The armored man growled in anger and threw his coin purse to the ground before walking away with the rest of his group. Lowering her hand, Lyanna bent down and offered her victim an arm to pull himself up. Grasping it tightly, she helped him up and rearranging his jaw he spoke to her.

"Seven hells, you hit like an anvil when a man is unprepared. At least tell me the name of the woman who made me see the stars." He didn't sound upset with her, if she remembered right, Asher was always one for a good fight, win or lose. She pulled down her hood and moved her cloak, showing her face and her sigil.

"To be fair Asher Forrester," he was shocked by her face "I'm probably the only person on this side of the world who knows about the horse clipping you in the jaw when you were younger, I see it's still a sensitive spot." She grinned at his slack jaw expression.

Asher Forrester could not believe Lyanna Stark was here of all the places of the world. He laughed and pulled her into a hug, swinging her around much to everyone's surprise, especially his companion. Putting her down, he waved over Beskha to come meet his early childhood friend. He couldn't stop smiling as he introduced them.

"Beskha, meet Lyanna Stark of Winterfell. Lyanna, meet Beskha, my closest companion and life saver ten times over." They smiled and nodded at each other. Lyanna could overhear Beskha mutter about how she'd saved his life a hundred times over in truth.

Lyanna whistled for her companions and watched with a smile as the three large direwolves came straight had them. Asher and Beskha were unprepared for them and almost reached for their weapons before Lyanna laughed at them and the girls stopped next to her. Lyanna stroked Shadow's fur as Asher and Beskha regained their composer.

"Don't worry, they are good girls, they only attack what I say to attack." She explained how she and her family had come into them. Beskha was unconvinced that they were anything other than freaks of nature, but Asher was there to reassure her, these were Direwolves. Lyanna bent down and spoke to all 3 wolves, telling them that Asher and Beskha were friends, and that they all protect their friends.

Beskha almost cried out when she felt fur beneath her fingers as one of the direwolves had somehow gotten next to her and was pushing her hand up so she would pet her. Lyanna laughed at the scene. "She must like you, or you reminder her of my younger sister. Nymeria is the wilder one of these three."

Asher wrapped his arms around both of his friend's shoulders and proceeded to walk them into the tavern he had been thrown out of. He wanted to get drunk and swap stories between the three of them. She was a small part of the life that he had been exiled from. All because his heart chose to fall in love with the wrong girl.

Lyanna would have very much like nothing more than to catch up with Asher and get to know Beskha a lot better, but she still had her mission to complete. Stopping just before the door, she pulled herself from Asher's arms and looked at him with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry Asher, but right now I have a mission to complete." He laughed at her.

"What kind of mission could you Lyanna Stark have half way across the world." Lyanna pulled out the scroll and showed him the seal. The Hand of the King seal was still placed on there. His laughter died pretty quick after that.

"What kind of fucked up mission would the Hand of the King have for you? Surely there was someone else over there that could handle this kind of thing?" He asked. Lyanna glared at him for a moment.

"Oh a woman can't handle a mission, is that it? Asher Forrester, I should beat the crap out of you right now for saying such a thing." Lyanna got right up into his face, she didn't know who would win, but she would give as well as she got.

"She's got a point Little Brother, you should listen to her, and obviously they are letting woman do a lot more in your homeland now." Beskha decided to weigh in on this conversation, making it a risky move to contradict either of them. He raised his hands in defeat and chose to live another day then fight every girl who was present, including the direwolves.

"Actually I am headed to Vaes Dothrak, I've been charged with warning the new Khaleesi Daenerys Targaryen that an assassination attempt is coming her way. King Robert wanted her dead when he found out that she married a Khal and became pregnant with his child. But father couldn't allow this to happen if he still wanted to retain his honor. I was just about to leave with a merchant when I heard the commotion. Unfortunately it sounds like my time is up." She hugged him quickly, she could already hear the merchant convoy shouting to get things going.

She shook hands with Beskha and was about to turn around so she could get to the convoy when a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She looked back and found the smirking face of Asher looking at her. He turned to Beskha "Well Beskha, how about it? We ever have the opportunity to save a Khaleesi, a Targaryen one at that." When she shook her head, he went on."What do you say we join this wolf pack and maybe we can get paid after we are done?" He was still so carefree with his life, he was quick to anger and would attack an enemy like a force of nature. But still, he was a man that just wanted to drink and fight and live merrily as long as he could.

"I couldn't ask you to get involved with this Asher. I may be killed as soon as I walk into the Dothraki camp carrying this letter. I don't even know what type of person she is, she may ask for my head just for being a Stark. My father did rebel against her family." She was about to go on when Beskha wrapped her arm around her and just shook her head.

"No use trying to talk Little Brother out of this little wolfgirl. Once he sets his mind to something, damn near impossible to change it. Best we can do is go along and make sure that he doesn't lose his head doing something foolish." Beskha explained to the newest addition of their group with a smile. "Believe me, keeping his head attach is a full time job." Asher gave a shout of irritation, which Beskha ignored "But he's right, we've never had the chance to save a Khaleesi and I hear they reward those who protect what's theirs very nicely. Come on, we will saddle up our horses and then we can beat the merchant convoy by 3 days." She was already pulling Lyanna in the direction of their horses.

Lyanna couldn't believe it Well she thought at least I'll have someone who can finally talk back to me. She could hear Asher complaining that he wasn't that foolish and Beskha was quick to bring up Lys, which promptly shut Asher up. She would have to get the whole story later from Beskha. She imagined that they had some amazing stories to tell.

A/N: Alright, so now Asher and Beskha have joined the fray. I really hope I got them right. Asher wasn't serious unless he was in a fight, even then he still made jokes. Beskha tended to look after and follow Asher, like a big sister. Well be sure to review so I can know.