AUTHOR'S NOTE PLEASE READ: THIS came outta nowhere. This is yet another Fem!Jon and Male!Daenerys AU that I've become addicted to. This follows from 7x3 and onwards with some changes that will hopefully make you all happy. This fic mainly centers on the side effects of Melisandre resurrecting Fem!Jon and Male!Daenerys' feelings for her throughout the Season. I also recommend writing down your thoughts when you read this chapter, take time to sort out what surprised you and/or intrigued you throughout this chapter.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to their rightful owners in the HBO network and George R.R. Martin.
Davos knocked on the Northern Queen's cabin door before hearing the soft feminine voice grant him permission to enter. Opening the door, he was met with the sight of the young beautiful dark haired woman sitting cross legged on the floor sharpening with Ghost, her Direwolf, sitting behind her as support, warmth, and company while she sharpened Long Claw with slow and careful strokes. But she wasn't looking at her sword, bangs fell over her eyes as she faced forward, staring into the space in front of her.
"Ser Davos." Lyra greeted, but didn't turn to face her advisor as she cleaned her sword with a cloth. The Onion Knight stared at her with pity and sadness, but concealed it fore she knew how she despised pity.
"Your Grace, we just arrived at Dragonstone, the boat is waiting and our men are ready to leave for shore." Ser Davos informed her with his hands behind his back as the Queen continued staring into space.
"I see." she said as her hand searched for the scabbard before sheathing her sword and standing up, her Direwolf following her lead, the top of his ears reaching just above her hair. "Let us go then. I want to be back on land again." she added, getting tired of being on the swaying boat for days, it made her coordination and footing quite difficult since she was more used to solid ground.
Ser Davos smiled a little at that, "After a while, you get used to it." he assured her as she and Ghost walked out of the cabin before they made their way above deck.
"As you say." Lyra replied as the chilled air hit her face the moment they stepped onto deck, her hand found Ghost's soft fur, holding onto her companion as Ser Davos led them to the boat that would take them to the island fortress. Once they were settled in the boat, with much difficulty given Ghost's size, they paddled towards the shore.
"Ser Davos, how does the sky look?" The Northern Queen asked her advisor, turning her distant eyes to the sky as she stroked an uneasy Ghost throughout the rocking of the boat.
The Onion Knight smiled sadly at Lyra's faraway expression, "It is cloudy, but I see a little bit of blue skies peaking through."
Lyra nodded with her ever sullen unsmiling face, "Thank you."
The rest of the ride was spent in silence, the sound of the sea and wind being the only sound that accompanied them on their journey.
Tyrion stood with Missandei and the Dothraki as they watched the boat touch upon their shore. The dwarf could see the young bastard inside the boat, her face older more mature, yet at the same time, more sullen and brooding since the last tame they saw each other. He watched the men hop out of their boat and pull said boat onto the beach with Lyra still inside. Once the men stopped, the oldest of the bunch, the Onion Knight, stepped to the side of the boat to help Lyra out, her movements slow and steady as she allowed the knight to assist her.
Lyra turned back to the boat and spoke to someone who was hiding from everyone's view. Tyrion was confused by her action until a white furry giant leapt out of the boat, startling the dwarf, Missandei and the Dothraki where they stood, making them back away as the beast padded around Lyra who seemed unaffected and didn't react to anything around her.
Lyra faced their welcoming committee, her blank stare peeking from beneath her long bangs froze anyone who met her gaze as she raised a hand in the air beside her, her Direwolf placing his head in her palm, her fingers stroked his fur before finding his neck, holding onto the white fur as they walked away from the water to greet their welcoming committee. She stopped with her Direwolf when they were in front of Tyrion and Missandei, the latter staring into the bright red eyes in shock and surprise.
Tyrion nodded to the Direwolf before turning his attention to Lyra, "The Bastard of Winterfell." he declared, earning a glare from Ser Davos and a look of bemusement from Missandei.
"The Dwarf of Casterly Rock." Lyra responded, gaze unwavering and unaffected as she stroked Ghost's fur, feeling him tense up at the words Tyrion used.
Lyra and Tyrion smiled at each other before the former stepped forward to shake the dwarf's hand, to which he shook in comradeship before they each stepped back. "I believe we last saw each other atop the wall." Tyrion stated as Lyra stood beside the Onion Knight. "You were pissing off the edge as I recall." Lyra replied, smiling lightly at the memory.
Tyrion nodded before glancing at the large Direwolf that stood out among the group, "Your Direwolf seems to have doubled to enormous size since the last time I saw him." he said, feeling much smaller in comparison to the horse sized creature.
Lyra turned her blank half-lidded gaze to her companion, "He's also gotten stronger in our battles together." she said with a fond enigmatic smile as she stroked Ghost's fur.
Missandei watched the Northern Queen's interaction with her giant companion and couldn't help but be reminded of the King's interactions with his dragons. Yet the way this woman speaks, it sent a chill down her spine, and the way she stares at everyone made her tense up, as though she was looking straight into your soul. Her gaze was sullen and empty, cold even, as though someone sucked the life right out of her.
"I'm Tyrion Lannister." The dwarf broke the advisor out of her thoughts on the woman as the former shook hands with the older knight who introduced himself, "Davos Seaworth."
"Ah, the Onion Knight." Tyrion stated in recognition of the name. "We fought on opposite sides on the Battle of Blackwater Bay." he added, remembering that this man fought alongside Stannis in that battle.
"Unlucky for me." Ser Davos replied shaking his head.
Tyrion turned to introduce the advisor, "Missandei is the King's most trusted advisor."
Missandei bowed her head in greeting, "Welcome to Dragonstone. Our King knows you had a long journey, he appreciates the efforts you made on his behalf." she cordially said as the Northern Queen turned her eyes in her direction, making the foreigner tense up slightly at her blank icy gaze.
"And we will appreciate having an audience with him." Lyra said, her voice cool and wispy like her stare as she absentmindedly scratched under Ghost's jaw.
Missandei tried not to shiver under her hidden stare before requesting, "If you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons."
Lyra stared at her without a hint of expression, making her seem almost like an ice statue before nodding her head, "Of course." she said as her hand left Ghost to remove her sword from her person, her men begrudgingly following her lead. The Dothraki stepped forward to take their weapons, but they tensed up when they came close to Ghost who would stare at them, as though he was daring them to do something to his fellow Northerners.
Lyra could tell that they were frightened of her Direwolf as she handed her weapon to the Dothraki that approached her, not letting go of the previous Lord Commander's weapon until another hand grasped the scabbard. She caught the sound movement of the boat being disturbed, but didn't turn around like her advisor to see the foreign warriors take away their only means of transportation to the ship.
"Please, this way." Missandei said with a smile as she turned to walk away from the beach as Ser Davos came to her side and asked, "Where are you from? I can't place the accent."
"I was born in the island of Naath." Missandei answered with a hint of melancholy. "Ah, I hear it's beautiful down there." Ser Davos stated with interest, trying to make conversation, "Palm trees and butterflies. I haven't been there myself." Missandei gave him a polite smile before walking ahead, leaving the old knight with Lyra and Ghost who caught up to her advisor.
"This place has changed." Ser Davos said to the Northern Queen who didn't turn to face him, but nodded in understanding as they followed Missandei up the stony pathway that led to the fortress.
To pass the time, Tyrion struck up a conversation with Lyra, "Lady Sansa, I hear she's alive and well."
"She is." Lyra answered, walking beside Ghost with her right hand buried in his fur and her left trailing the stone of the pathway.
"Does she miss me terribly?" Tyrion asked with some sarcasm, turning to Lyra who didn't respond to his question. "A sham marriage. Unconsummated." he added, wanting to clear things with the Queen who was known to be protective of her pack...or what remains of them at least.
"She told me." Lyra stated, eyes focused in front of her, but her mind was on her sister. "You were kind to her in her captivity in King's Landing, and you guarded her to the best of your abilities from that inbred bastard. For that, I thank you." she said to the dwarf who nodded solemnly, "I wish I had done more. She's a lot smarter than she lets on."
"All the same, thank you. And while we're on the subject, you were a far better husband to her than the swine she was saddled with." Lyra said, her voice turning cold when she remembered that particular unpleasant creature.
Tyrion nodded, "Hmm, Bolton's legitimized bastard, Ramsay Snow. You killed him in the Battle of Bastards if I heard right." he said, remembering the Spider's reports.
"I didn't kill him." Lyra corrected, making Tyrion look at her in surprise as a small yet scary smile came onto her face, "Sansa and I locked him in the kennel and she fed him to his starving hunting dogs...while he was still alive. Winter came for House Bolton as was intended, now the North has one less foul disease to deal with." All those who heard and understood her stared at her in shock and surprise at the coldness in her voice.
"Fed him to the dogs he was so fond of." Tyrion said, mildly impressed and frightened by the idea of Sansa doing such a thing.
"He was Sansa's husband, so he was hers to kill. Though I will be lying if I said I never delighted in that monster's screams of agony when his dogs tore him to bloody pieces." Lyra added with a faint smirk on her face.
Tyrion could see that this woman has changed quite a bit from the young adolescent child who snuck her way into the Night's Watch dressed as a young man. But the woman beside him was definitely different from that child years ago. This current Lyra had a distant, cold and empty gaze, and her words were equally as chilling like the North she grew up in.
"At some point I want to hear how a Night's Watch recruit became Queen in the North." Tyrion said, steering away from the previous conversation.
"As long as you tell me how a Lannister became the Hand to Aegon Targaryen." Lyra responded, equally curious to how he came to be here in the first place.
"A long and bloody tale. To be honest I was drunk for most of the time." Tyrion added as a jest, hoping to break the Queen out of her icy expression, but all he got was the slight quirk at the corner of her lips before it quickly disappeared.
"My bannermen think I'm a fool for coming here." Lyra said, her mind flashing to that meeting as she listened to their disagreements and Sansa's disapproval as she silently begged her not leave the North, not to leave her.
"Of course they do. If I was your hand I would've advised against it." Tyrion bluntly said as they climbed some stairs before looking back at the Queen. "General rule of thumb, Starks don't fare well when they travel South." he added, silently reminding her of what happened to the previous generation of her House and what that could mean for her.
"True. But I'm not a Stark." Lyra stated, grateful that lack of a name doesn't deter her from making this trip.
Ghost stopped to growl, his hackles raise, halting her in their journey on the pathway as a loud inhuman screech sounded to their left above them before a gust of wind flew over their heads. While Ser Davos ducked down to avoid the large dragon, Tyrion, Missandei and the Dothraki calmly stayed standing. Lyra, however, remained unmoving as she stared in the direction of the flapping wings, her Direwolf growling at the fire breathing creature in warning and displeasure as though to say, 'Hey, I'm walking here!'
Tyrion and Missandei were surprised at the calm intrigue that settled in Lyra's eyes as she stared at where the dragon was last seen. "That was a dragon, wasn't it?" Lyra asked in curiosity, the wind blow the bangs from her distant eyes that did not leave the space in front of her.
The Hand and the advisor glanced at one another in surprise at her lack of reaction to seeing the legendary creature for the first time. "How come you didn't duck like Ser Davos?" Tyrion asked as said knight stood up and brushed himself off.
Lyra craned her neck to look in their direction, giving them her half-lidded empty stare that gave them vague impression of a corpse. "I didn't see it coming." she answered in a low haunting voice that sent shivers down their spines.
Tyrion shook his head to rid himself of that spooky feeling before resuming their journey, "I'd say you get used to them. But you never really do." he added, glancing up at the three dragons that circled the fortress.
Lyra returned her gaze to the sound, her hand never leaving Ghost's fur as a feeling welled up within her at the dragons above them. Tyrion glanced behind him to see her standing still like a statue as she fixated her wandering gaze up at the sky. Just as he was about to call for her attention, Ser Davos beat him to it as the Onion Knight came to her side, "Your Grace." His Flea Bottom accent seemed to pull her from whatever trance she was under as she slowly blinked her eyes before slowly turning her gaze to her advisor. Ser Davos stared into the grey empty eyes of the Queen, her lips parted slightly as she took in calm steady breaths.
"I am fine." she finally breathed out after a pause, her words coming out slow and cryptic, as though she had difficulty trying to form a sentence. Ser Davos, though uncertain, nodded his head as Lyra slowly returned her attention to the front.
Tyrion decided not to comment on Lyra's strange behavior, no matter how curious he was. "Come, their Father is waiting for you." The dwarf beckoned them to follow before Lyra resumed her walk up the pathway with Ghost and Ser Davos. As they continued their journey, she tilted her gaze at the dragon sounds, her soul feeling peace and relief when she heard them.
What are your thoughts? What do you think happened to Lyra upon resurrection? Like it, fave it! I'm going to bed.
