First of all, I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire books and Game of Thrones show, except for my OCs and part of the story.

*sheepishly* Second, I have to warn you that this is my first story in another language. English is my second (foreign) language, Spanish is my first. Sorry for the typos or for not describing very well certain scenes. I will accept any constructive correction you give me.

I'm not going to bother you anymore. Enjoy!

Prologue I

Jeez… Why the fuck I had to accept this job?

Right, to pay my college studies…

I was serving drinks to a group of girls who were celebrating a bachelor party. The girls had a disaster on their table, they were screaming and dancing over the table and chairs, and maybe they were close to a drunken stupor or worse.

I love partying, but not going wild… not counting my wild partying record from five years ago. I was a different Joanna Novak, an immature and stupid girl.

I can understand that one thing is coming here to get fun all night long, and another is to serve the drinks all night long. For some people who work as a waitress or waiter would be fun, but for me it wasn't, is not easy when you have to wear a white (almost translucent) T-shirt, black shorts (which length are the half of my thighs and it had a high waistline) with shiny and thin straps over my shoulders to 'hold' my shorts, and some black high heels. So, imagine you are dressed like this, while men look at you like a juicy beef and throwing at you nasty comments. Yeah... it is not easy working like this.

I would be in this job for two months and done…

I need to pay tuition for my college…

William (or Will, for his friends), one of my best friends and the owner of this place, give me this temporary job. He knew I will working here for a short time on weekends until I have the money to pay the new term; he totally agreed, and it gives him some time to find someone to replace me.

My real jobs are working as a librarian at the college library where I study (which now was closed for summer vacations), an independent professional photographer, and a painter (when I have time to paint, of course). And obviously, I never lose the opportunity to show my work on galleries and art expositions, both photos and paintings.

"I need you to take those drinks to that table." Will ordered me and pointing at one of the VIP tables.

The VIP tables is a room on the second floor, it is almost secluded from the dance floor and the bar. Inside, there were three big tables with beautiful sofas, it was fully decorated with astonishing furniture, and of course, it has colossal bodyguards there. Also, the VIP room has a view of the whole club.

I saw where Will was pointing at, and I noticed a group of guys drinking, laughing and smoking. I began to imagine what would happen when those men see me. I sigh deeply. "Give me that." Gesturing with my hand asking Will to pass me the tray.

Will gave me the tray with the drinks. "If they do something to you, ask for help to the bodyguards." He must have seen the worry pictured on my face. I nodded as I grab the tray and left to the second floor.

When I arrived at the entrance of the VIP room, I greeted the bodyguard, and he let me in. The place was hazy with smoke; the people from the three tables were chatting and some of them laughing loudly, having the music of the club drown by the glasses and walls.

"There you go." I said leaving the tray on the table. "Anything else?"

"No, babe" Answered one of the guys which was devouring me with his eyes.

I nodded, and when I turn around, I felt a smack on my butt. I saw everything in red, and I turn to the guys, who were laughing.

Fuck protocol…

I kicked the table to their direction, the glasses, bottles and the table fall over the floor and to them. I smiled and turn to the exit, hearing behind me the groans and insults from the men.

I went to the employees' toilet to calm myself down before keep working.

I will be in trouble for sure…

And yep… The same guys complained about my terrible service. Of course, I was defending myself from that, but anyways… my excuse was useless.

"One of them slapped my ass, Will!" I complained. "I had to show them a fuckin' respect over me!"

"Is my club Joanna!" said Will with his boss's tone. "You can't do whatever you fuckin' want! You're driving away part of my clients and make some of them sue me!" he breathed deeply and continue speaking. "Take the night off, all right. I know how hard it is working and study at the same time, but you have to control your temper." said scolding me.

"I need the-"

"I'm telling you this as your friend and boss. Take the night off and control your fucking temper."

I left furious from Will's office, without taking care of his complaints about not slamming the door. Once I was outside the club, bad luck was still following me, because at that moment it started to rain, and it was a heavy one. To add a cherry on the cake, I couldn't see any taxi around.

"What the fuck do you want from me?!" I screamed to the sky. I noticed how several people saw me as a crazy woman. "What do you looking at?" I said in an intimidating way towards them, make these people look to another place.

I sighed frustrated and I began to walk home. It was a little bit far from where I live, around five blocks or less. The only thing I have to protect myself from the icy rain was a sweater, and it wasn't protecting me that much. My only solution was walking as fast as my heels let me.

On my way home, a scream rang out and I froze. I searched the source of that cry, ready to run or fight, in the worst of cases. I stayed where I was to confirm that screaming was for help. Seconds later I heard another. This time I could recognize the voice of a woman screaming for help. I walked silently to the place where I was hearing the cries, peeking my head around the corner of a street I had passed a few seconds ago.

I saw a woman cornered by a man, the woman was sobbing, while the man was clearly beating her. I knew it was safer to continue my way, but I couldn't do it, I couldn't leave her alone, being possible beaten to death.

"Hey! What's going on here?" I screamed while I was walking to them.

The man whirled around where I was, and I kept my gaze on him. I wanted the guy to be focused on me, to give time to the woman to run. Don't. Show. Fear. Joanna… "Get out of here bitch, don't mess me around." The man said angrily. After this, the man keeps beating the woman.

I ran to the man and began to beat him with all my strength, remembering what I've learned in several classes of self-defense. The beaten woman, seeing this, began to beat him too, until the man fell to the floor knocked out.

I move towards the beaten woman, I wanted to make sure if she wasn't seriously injured. The woman looked about my age. "Are you okay?" I asked worried and the woman nodded. "Why don't you come to my place, it's safer. You can get cleaned up and rest until morning or until the rain stops." I offered. "It's not far. Would you be okay with that?"

The woman looked around fearfully a couple more times before looking at me and nodded. The woman was taller than me, with dark hair and tanned skin, her eyes were a strange deep brown color with reddish spots.

We arrived at my small apartment. The kitchen, the living room, and my bedroom were together, the only room of the place was a small bathroom. It was perfect for a single college student.

"The bathroom is over there" I indicate to the woman. "I can give you some pants and a T-shirt that are big for me." I told her while I was looking for a towel and clothes for the woman. "If you want a shower..." giving the towel to the woman, then I gave her the clothes."You can keep them."

"Thank you." She replied with a nod. The woman look at the bathroom again. "I'm going to take a shower…" she said as her voice trailed off.

"No problem. Feel free to use it." I told her. "While you are taking your bath, I'm going to prepare something for the cold. Leave your wet clothes outside the bathroom's door, I will pick them and dry them up." The woman nodded before entering the bathroom.

Once she was inside, I began to take off my soaked clothes and put dry ones. I put our wet clothes to the dryer to do its magic and began to prepare hot chocolate.

While I was mixing the ingredients, I wondered about the woman I rescued. There was something strange about her, the color of her eyes were not common, and her clothes seem to be very old.

Why was she doing there all alone? Why was the guy beating her?

The smell of chocolate broke my thoughts and quickly prepared two mugs. I heard the bathroom door being opened, I turned to and I saw the mysterious woman with the clothes she gave her.

"I made hot chocolate." I picked up the mugs and walk where the woman was. I gave her one of the hot mugs, and she smiled softly.

"Thank you, my lady. I owed you my life." she said thankfully and I nodded. "It was very brave what you did for me."

"You were lucky that I appear there." I told her. "My name is Joanna." I presented myself as I was giving one of my hands.

"Kyra" the mysterious woman took my hand, shaking it.

"That's an odd name." I commented curiously.

"Yes, my mother gave me that name." she answered with a soft smile. I saw the woman's eyes looking something behind me. "Do you like Game of Thrones?" she asked.

I look at where she has her eyes on. In the coffee table in front of my TV, there was the first season of Game of Thrones, the TV's control, my drawing notebook, and the first book of A Song of Ice and Fire. "Yes, is one of my favorite shows and saga. The plot and its world are very awesome." I replied cheerfully.

I already saw the show and started to read the book, I was watching the show again and reading, I wanted to compare their differences.

"Which are your favorite characters?" she asked curiously as both were sat on the couch.

"My favorite characters are Arya Stark, Jon Snow, and Tyrion Lannister. But there's one who I fall in love with." I smiled at her.

"Which one?" she asked as her head tilted.

"Jaime Lannister." I said almost embarrassed.

"You know he almost killed Bran because he was fucking Cercei, right?" she look at me as I was crazy.

"I know and I like him since his hand was chopped off. He changed a lot after that." I told her. "The thing I don't like it is when he's behind Cercei. It's like he's under a spell because of Cercei's cunt. " She nodded. "He has a really good heart, the opposite of Cercei who is heartless."

I could change that from him if I were in that world…

"You have a point." She said agreeing with me. She look at me again with her head tilted. "You sound like you wanted to live in that world." she said with a smile.

"Maybe… I don't know." I shrugged. "It keeps me entertained from all the problems and the stress I have." Why I'm telling this to this strange woman? Why I feel so comfortable with her?

"That's good." She said with a soft smile. "Do you like the medieval world?"

"You can say yes, but with a touch of fantasy." I confessed.

"Mm… for what I saw moments ago, you can survive there." The woman whispered strangely, it was almost a mumble.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You'll see soon." The woman replied. She left the mug over the coffee table and stand up as she was looking at me again with a smile. "I have to go now, thank you for saving me. It was a pleasure to meet you, Joanna Novak."

Did I tell her my last name?

The woman walked to the apartment's door and open it. "W-Wait! Your clothes-" the woman got out of the apartment.

I follow her quickly, but when I opened the door and look at the hallway she was gone.

Strange woman…