It was in the middle of the night as Lyanna waited with Asher and the three wolves just outside an enemy's forces camp. Daenerys had met with the Titan's Bastard as he liked to be called along with 2 other captains. He led the Second Sons, a mercenary group that operated under his rather questionable leadership. Beskha had worked with the group before as a freelance and was the logical choice to go in and get all the information they could.

"What?" Lyanna asked Asher quietly. Ever since Astapor he had been watching her from out of the corner of his eye. As if she was a puzzle that he had to solve. Part of her was grateful that he cared about her wellbeing this much, but the other part was very tired of the stares and the whispers when people thought she wasn't paying attention.

"Nothing, just wondering when your finally going to get around to talking about how your feeling?" Asher replied. And there it was, what he really wanted from her. Lyanna shrugged her shoulders at him and looked back at the Second Sons camp. There was movement at the edge of the camp and Lyanna really didn't want to be caught out here off guard.

Asher looked at her for another moment before watching the camp again. He had hoped that she would talk to him of her own volition but even when asked she wasn't talking about what happened. After Yunkai, Asher and Beskha had planned to stay behind for a few days, Daenerys needed them less now that she had the Unsullied. They weren't part of her Queensguard or her council.

Maybe they could get Lyanna to stay behind with them. After the slaves were freed, the city would probably be basked in the party for several days. The perfect time for them to let loose and have some fun. Yeah, he thought I'll ask her after this is over, if she says no then I'll just get Beskha to 'ask politely'.

It was an hour later that Beskha finally made an appearance again. Asher had heard her coming before Lyanna, however he had been with her longer and knew her tells. She walked up to them and crouched down, disapproval showing clearly on her face. She wasn't happy about whatever she found.

"The camp is quiet but something is going on, they don't seem to be gearing up to fight, but they are getting ready." She told them and then reached for the water pouch. "We need to get back to everyone else and make sure we are ready in case the Second Sons do attack us." Lyanna and Asher followed after her as she left, the wolves leaving with them.

They arrived just before Daenerys was headed for bed. Apparently she had had a visitor during the night. Daario Naharis, once a lieutenant of the Second Sons, now the only leader as he had delivered the heads of the other two leaders to Daenerys' feet while she had been bathing. Lyanna watched the interaction between the leaders of Daenerys' army with mild disinterest.

She really enjoyed spending time with Daenerys, but recently she had begun to question whether or not she really needed to be here. How long since she had seen her father, or her mother for that matter. Was it still summer or had the Maesters declared Winter yet? Too many questions were making themselves known in her head and she needed answers. Something kicked her foot gently and pulled her out of her own mind. Looking up to find a smiling Asher, with Beskha standing not far behind him, the whole thing didn't sit right with Lyanna at all.

"What?" She asked with uncertainty in her voice.


4 days later

Lyanna jerked awake at the sound of something loud hitting the table next to her bed. The bed which was actually padded bench in the back corner of a bar. The bar had been deserted since Daenerys took control of Yunkai. She groaned as she looked over at the table and found an axe buried into the wood.

How had she been dragged into this? After Daenerys had taken the city, Lyanna had been dragged off and into the city. Once the mead had started flowing, Lyanna couldn't remember much until now. Something hot wet streaked over her face and Lyanna jerked again, falling off of the bench and onto the floor, glaring up at Shadow who took up most of the bench from across her.

Stumbling towards the middle of the main room, to the fountain and dunked her head into it. The cold water really brought her back to a more sober state of mind. Pulling her head up, she looked at Beskha and slowly got to her feet. Beskha only smiled and nodded at the bar, where Asher went around a poked at something behind it, stating that 'something was still alive'.

"800 Gold dragons ladies, quite a nice take for something that didn't really take all that much effort. I mean really, what kind of Master with a bounty on his head tries to run away through the front gate. Stupid bastard." Asher said as he came back and handed Lyanna a cup of water and retrieved his axe, pointedly ignoring Beskha jabbed at a Forrester and his axe.

"When did we get a Master?" Lyanna asked as she drank the water and sat down next to Beskha. Beskha only laughed and shook her head.

"First rule for next time, we start you more slowly on the drinking Little Wolf. We caught him not long after Daenerys left towards Meereen. Although that goodbye she gave you was quite the sight." Beskha smiled at her and scratched Nymeria on the head. The good mood was shattered by the door being kicked open.

In walked a man that all three of them had not seen in a very long time. Lyanna didn't know that a man could hold that grudge that long. Black armor and purple clothing underneath. This was the Lost Legion. Never a dull moment with Lyanna whenever Asher and Beskha were involved, luckily for all of them, Lyanna would never have it any other way. Walking over to the woman, Asher looked at Beskha.

"I thought the freed slaves put the bounty on Bezzaq?" He asked Beskha quietly. When she told him that it was true, he looked back at her, troubled. "Then why are the fucking Lost Legion here? And that looks like Tezel?"

"Tazal? From the Volantis job?" Beskha asked.

"Maybe he has forgotten about us." Asher said he as Tazal looked back over at them.

"You!" Tazal exclaimed angrily. Lyanna watched as Asher and Beskha squabbled back and forth with Tazal. First Tazal threatened Asher and then Beskha threatened Tazal and his men with crushing their testicles with her fist, since they made a wet popping noise. Even as a woman, Lyanna shuttered at that imagery.

Things looked like they were getting worse by the second. Standing up and making her presence known, Lyanna whistle for both Shadow and Lady to come into the room. Direwolves were extraordinary animals, and Lyanna had taken care of them to the best of her ability. They were now almost fully grown, big enough now that Lyanna was sure they could take down The Mountain himself given the opportunity.

"400 gold dragons. It's more than you deserve, scum. As for us, we are of the blood of Old Valyria and we are through taking orders from whimpering pigs." Tazal spat and quickly slit the prisoner's throat. Asher was instantly angry, especially when Tazal seemed to change his mind and pull back the chest of gold. Tazal pointed at them and shouted to his men who slowly converged all of them.

Asher thought for two seconds and flipped a table towards them. Everything was just a jumble of motion as steel flashed and blood sprayed. Fortunately, all of the blood belonged to the Lost Legion. Several screamed as they were buried beneath a wave of fur and teeth belonging to the Direwolves. When Lyanna finally looked around the place, the battle was already over it seemed.

Tazal lay on his back at Asher's feet. Stabbed in the back and missing a hand, he made a meager threat that if they killed him, the Lost Legion would never stopped until they were all dead. Asher never so much as blinked when he raised his foot and broke Tazal's neck. Beskha headed for the chest and more Lost Legion entered to find Tazal's lifeless body. Lyanna was about to sick the wolves after them when one was stabbed from behind by a older man who called Asher by name.

"What in all the gods of fire and fuck?" Asher asked comically. Beskha was confused but Lyanna knew him right away. When Asher revealed his identity, he looked back over at Tazal. "That ended well."

The sound of running feet was getting louder and everyone quickly made an exit out the back of the bar. Lyanna and Beskha worked quickly to move a barrel in front of the door to stop any pursuit. Malcolm and Asher moved on ahead and almost out of sight. Lyanna looked at Beskha as she opened the chest that they had grabbed on the way out the door.

She almost laughed when Beskha threw the box to the ground and only stones and poor silverware fell out of it. They had been denied both the original 800 and the smaller 400 dragon prizes, but it was a nice consultation prize to have an entire Sellswords guild after them. Catching up to both Forrester men, Lyanna could only stare in shock as Malcolm revealed that he was there to take Asher home.


A/N: Okay first off, please let me tell you all how very sorry I am about the delay in posting this chapter. *Sticks neck out there* I submit myself to your justice. Life has been crazy, work has been crazy. And I'll admit, Overwatch has had a bad influence on me. I still do plan to keep writing this. I guess I just hoped that I would get a little more support, especially from my friends, ya know? I guess this could have been considered a preview of how long it might take me to update in Nov. when I'm in Kentucky for the Holidays and away from my computer. Hope to hear from you guys(and girls), Leave a review so I can have something to read while I write the next chapter.