The Dragon and the Hawke 34
The day after the first fights of the arena, Dany and her advisors were sitting and relaxing on one of the balconies. Above them the three Dragons bathed in the sunlight, while below the massive lion that Tyrion had named Kevan, after the only adult relative that he actually liked, basked in the shade beneath the balcony.
"I still don't understand how you regrew that beast's hand?" Sansa asks after most casual conversation had stalled. The girl was very carefully not looking in the direction of Marian and Missandei's conjured love seat, as there were several articles of clothing hanging from the edge that would have been required to preserve decency.
"It's a simple matter of a concentrated stasis spell, and then a healing spell to fuse the limb back on," Marian tells her, the goddess's hand popping over the edge of the seat as she explains this, waving negligently
Sansa nods, understanding some of what the woman told her; in her terms, Marian had frozen the paw and then stitched it back on with magic. She had once read of a similar treatment in the legendary Yi Ti, and that it was apparently an incredibly effective could only guess that doing an already effective bit of healing with the added context of magic made the whole process easier.
"What I want to know, is why he listens to me?" Tyrion says, turning his statement into a question as he dropped a slice of meat down to his new lion.
"A bit of mind fuckery," Marian told him
Tyrion nods, and sits back down into his seat next to Sansa.
They managed to relax for a full hour before anything interrupted them. What it was that interrupted them was Varis, stopping just on the inside of the balcony and calmly clearing his throat to grab the Queen's attention.
Turning her eyes to him, the Queen sees that he has news from Westeros for her, ready to be presented. She stands, wraps her robe around herself, and steps inside to hear what the eunuch has to say.
"Your Grace," the spymaster bows
"What do you have?" She asks, moving to a chair and indicating for him to sit as well
The large man sits and gives her a smile, one not filled with the usual daggers, and tells her, "I bring interesting news from King's Landing; the Queen Regent has confessed to having an incestuous affair with her cousin Lancel and taken the walk of shame. Also, it seems that something has set the Boltons in the north into a rage."
The man giggles to himself as he casts an eye out onto the patio, at Sansa, before turning his eyes back to the queen, "As a result, they were unprepared for a sudden attack from King Stannis Baratheon, and it seems they have been pushed from Winterhold and Wintertown, the capital keep and city of the North."
"Interesting," Dany nods, and pours herself some wine so that she can mull over the news. Sipping it, she thinks on how she should proceed with this matter.
Before she can fall too deeply in thought though, Varis gives her one more bit of information, "It also seems, your grace, that something stirs in the Lands of Always Winter."
Dany raises an eyebrow in question
"The new Commander of the Night's Watch, one Jon Snow, has sent letters to all the lords of Westeros, begging for aid against the Long Night."
"Jon Snow?" Sansa perks up, pulls herself out of her chair, and steps into the room, "My brother?"
Varis nods, "Indeed, my Lady."
"Marian," Sansa turns and rushes out to talk to Marian, her excitement helping her ignore the light petting that the near naked Marian and Missandei were indulging in, "Can you take me to my Brother?"
The couple breaks apart and Marian sits up, she looks down at Missandei for permission. When her wife gives it, Marian hops out of the chair, summons her clothing back onto herself, and tells Sansa, "To the White Room!"
"You mean the room we did this in last time?" Tyrion asks
"Of course!"
"It's just, you've never called it that before?" Tyrion gropes for an explanation as he drops out of his own chair to follow the pair.
"I haven't had occasion to call it that before," Marian points out
"Alright, fair enough," Tyrion concedes
They reach the antichamber beside the throne room after a few minutes of walking, and Marian hops up onto her meditation table. Tyrion and Sansa move to sit on the one uncovered chair in the room and wait patiently.
"Alright, what does your brother look like?" She finally asks when she gets into just the right position so that her ass wouldn't itch at a bad moment.
"When last I saw him," Sansa starts, tears dripping down her eyes as she remembers that the last time she had seen Jon she hadn't even said goodbye to him, and that was years ago, when her family was still alive. She gulps down her tears, "When last I saw him, he had long curly hair, grey eyes, a hint of a black beard, his de-" She swallows when she realizes that the expression that Jon had so often carried had been the same that she learnt to wear in King's Landing, "His deadened expression was permanently etched into his face, and- "
"That's enough, I've got him," Marian tells her
Sure enough, the white sheet stuck to the wall was showing a man sitting in front of a desk, writing down notes. Sansa blinked back tears as she looked upon the last of her family and asked, "Can - can I step through?"
Jon looked up sharply at the noise, eyes narrowed. Then they widen at what he sees, "Sansa?"
Sansa jumps out of her chair and rushes to the wall. For a brief second before she hits, she fears that she won't go through, but she does not smash into hard stone. Instead she smashes into warm leather and flesh as she collapses into Jon with a sob.
"Oh, Jon!" She holds him tight, even as he does the same.
"How, how are you here?" He asks
"That would be me," Marian tells him as she and Tyrion step through the wall
Jon's eyes snap up and he eyes Marian, Tyrion, and the shattered wall behind them. He takes it all in, and asks, "Magic?"
"Hey! Cool, got it in one!" Marian notes happily.
"I've seen magic before," Jon tells her, but then his brow furrows, "But never from one of the living."
"Oh snap, you've got undead?" Marian asks in alarm, hoping that she wouldn't have to get close to a walking corpse
"Unfortunately," Jon nods, "The White Walkers and their wights march on the wall as we speak. They have already claimed most of the land beyond the Wall, and we are the next obstacle in their path to victory."
"The White Walkers are real?" Sansa asks in horror.
Before Jon can even nod in agreement, a young boy runs into the room, "Commander, one of the wildlings you brought in says - oh, sorry, I didn-"
"It's alright Olly," Jon assures the boy, "What is it?"
The boy picks himself back up, and then tells Jon, "It's one of the Wildlings you saved, says he knows something about your uncle Benjen."
"What?" Sansa exclaims, and moves so fast it's almost a blurr, and takes the boy by the shoulders, "Are you sure it's our uncle Benjen?"
"Y-yes Ma'am," Olly nods quickly, "Said he was First Ranger."
Sansa looks back to Jon, and a smile spreads across her face. He steps up, takes her by the shoulder, "Take my cloak and meet me outside."
Sansa nods, and moves to grab her brother's cloak at the other end of the office, finally feeling the freezing chill. She grabs it, dons it, and then waves for her husband and Marian to follow as she rushes out the door.
They make it to the courtyard in record time, and see a congregation of Watchmen at the other end of it. Sansa runs to them, but then she hears the sound of metal through flesh, and a voice intone, "For the Watch."
She stutters to a halt, confused.
"Olly?"
Jon's voice, pained and confused comes from the center of the circle, and she can't help but cry out, "Jon!?"
The men of the Night's Watch turn almost in unison, and see the Lady Stark as well as the Lord Lannister and the Lady Hawke taking up the rear, and they leave an opening that lets the trio see Olly holding a knife, ready to stab it into Jon's heart. The only reason he hadn't yet, was because he had turned his gaze to her.
Seeing the would be assassination, Marian extends her power and slams the men and the boy away from Jon. There are shouts of alarm as nearly twenty men and a fourteen year old boy are flung through the air by an unseen force, but those cries are ignored in favor of rushing over to Jon to start casting a healing spell.
The Commander of the Night's Watch blinks up at her, at a loss for words, and then he is given the largest non-sexual hug of his life by Sansa as the girl finally collects her wits and smacks into him with a sob.
"Sansa!" Tyrion scolds, "Let Marian heal him, before you cause the man another injury."
"I'm done, actually," Marian tells him, "With him, at least."
She turns to glare at the Watchmen, and her hands crackle with lightning as she thinks of ways to make these men suffer for such a blatant assassination attempt. She stalks over to the boy, remembering that she had been about his age when she killed her first Templar, and felt no regrets for what she was about to do. He hand raised in a claw, a pop of electricity emphasising the gesture.
"No!" Jon's pained voice intercepts her hand as it descends, and she turns her attention to him, "They will pay for this attempt, but we will not pass judgement."
"And who will, Snow?" An angry ginger haired old man demands, struggling and failing against Marian's power in an attempt to stand.
"We will," A new voice declares, and eyes turn to see a man of about sixty with a salt and pepper beard standing in the lead of twenty or so new men. All of them were glaring at the assassins in anger.
Marian for her part, frowned, "Okay, I think this is gonna take longer than tonight… I'm gonna pop back to Meereen and tell Dany and Missandei that we may take a while."
The mage drops Olly, who lands with a grunt, releases her power over the other men, and strides back towards the Commander's office.
"Isn't Meereen on the other side of the world?" One of the more educated Watchmen who had come to take the assassins into custody asks.
"For her, it may as well be a walk," Tyrion tells them from beside Jon Snow and Sansa Stark
"Oh, hey, look at that! The Dwarf's back!" Another of the Watchmen noted, far more impressed that a southern lord would visit the wall twice of his own volition than that a woman could apparently walk halfway across the world in less than a day