Chapter 5: The dragon,the tiger and the deserter

It had been some days since the wedding between Daenerys and Khal Drogo, Shijirra rode her horse along side the new khaleesi and her new adviser Ser Jorah Mormont. "Are you from same lands as Lord stark's sworn sword?" Jorah asked "what do you mean?" she replied "decades ago an unknown warrior washed up on the northern shores of Westeros, he had the features of a reptile and stood and talked like a man he also bore a large scar over his left eye." he told her "you speak of the one know as Scar-face, he lives?" the khajiit replied "aye, I've seen him once he is a skilled warrior." Jorah said "if he is alive, then so is his brother." Shijirra said thinking that there might be more survivors of the ship wreak.

It wasn't long till the horde stopped, Daenerys had went into a small clearing followed by Shijirra. Before either of the two could speak the sound of a blade cutting through the trees, "you give command to me!" Viserys said as he got off his horse but as he went straight for his sister Shijirra got in front of her to defend the youngest of the siblings. As he continued he was caught off guard as Rakharo's wipe cracked and wrapped around Viseryes neck causing him to fall on his back, he released shortly after Daenerys told the blood rider to release him the group the returned to the horde with the exception of Viseryes who was made to walk.

Within king's landing:

Scar-face was roaming the halls of the red keep, as he walked through the keep he heard many sounds but none were as loud as the howls of Lady and Nymeria. As he listened to the wind and the dire wolfs he did not notice the person who followed him, "greetings me'lord." the argonian turned to see who the person was. Once he saw the person they were covered in grayish black clothing wearing a hood that covered his face, the man then took out a sword and began to walk up to him the argonian then unsheathed his sword as well. The two blades clashed and caused some of the keeps residents to see what was happening, one of the spectators to this fight was Cersei. The two continued to swing their blades with Scar-face's attacker trying his best to kill the argonian, both were trying to end the fight as quickly as they could but the attack was as good as dead. He tried to thrust his blade into Scar-face only for the skilled warrior to sever the mans four arm, the assassin fell to his knees screaming in agony but before Scar-face said anything a bolt was shot into the man's neck.

Almost two hours had passed since the attempt on his life, Scar-face was in his thoughts till he heard a nock on his door. "Who is it?" he asked "it's your lord Scar." lord stark said as Scar-face went to open the door, "greets Ned." he said to the new hand of the king "I heard what happened, thank the gods you still live." this earned a light chuckle from the argonian "indeed but I still don't know who sent him." he replied "best course of action now is to keep your guard up." the lord of winterfell said to his sworn sword.

Winterfell:

The day went on as any other day, Catelyn still sat by her son's bed as he was still unconscious. But the rest of winterfell continued their daily routines with Robb ruling for his father, both he and Jon had spoken to Will to learn more of what had transpired beyond the wall only to learn that he was the only survivor of a whitewalker attack. Although still a prisoner Will was well taken care of, he had earned some trust from Robb and Jon. As for Theon he would often spend time with Ros, though the two had a form of a relationship Ros more into her work.

Jon was training for he was in par with lord starks sworn sword, over the years he trained with both Scar-face and Ser Rodrik. Even after training with such skilled warriors Jon was still determined to become a warrior like them, but he was still haunted by what he was even though many showed him great respect he was still just a bastard in the eyes of those not of the north even lady stark saw him as such and has always despised him. After his training Jon went to his room, sitting beside the door sat the gift Scar-face had given him. Jon knew it was a sword but Scar had told him to only use it when the right time called for it meaning it wasn't a regular sword, there had been times when he was tempted to see the blade but something told him to reveal it when house stark need him.

Vaes Dothrak:

The horde had reached the city of Vaes Dothrak, this was Daenerys's first time seeing the city. Her brother was less pleased when they first reached the hors statues, over the weeks prior to reaching the city Shijirra chose to remain close to her to make sure her brother wouldn't harm her ever. As they got further into the city it wasn't long till they attracted some attention, the khajiit was ready to pull her sword out as a cloaked hooded figure came close "is that any way to welcome an old friend." the man said to Shijirra, "who are you?" Daenerys asked he then removed his hood "my name is Oraa." the argonian said. Jorah immediately recognized the stranger's look "your an argonian." he said to him "half actually, one of my parents was an argonian the other was orc. How do you of my kind new comer?" he asked "Jorah has met Scar-face." Shijirra answered.

It was mid day when everyone had settled into the huts, Oraa was told about his brother and how he was aiding lord Eddard stark. Although Oraa was Scar-face's brother he shared both physical characteristics to both races that made him, he told the group of how he ended up in Vaes Dothrak. Oraa like the others washed up on the shore and wondered into the dothraki sea where he was found by the dothraki, it took a great deal of men to capture him. After his capture however the khal of the khalasar that captured him chose to use him as one of their warriors, over the years he earned respect for his skills in battle and earned his freedom. "If it's alright with you khaleesi I wish to join your khalasar in hopes to reunite with my brother." Oraa asked to which Daenerys accepted, the large argonian smiled and rose to fetch himself something from outside.

A/N: That's the end of chapter 5, as before I apologize for any errors I made. And for those wondering Oraa looks like a brutish argonian.