"Wind & Words"

The Real North Pt.3

Jon

     I had been soaring over the skies for two days and I could feel my body was weak. I had eaten two days before, but refused to eat yesterday, trying to cover land and find answers. We had only landed for a few hours last night and I felt uneasy especially after that horrid nightmare about Dany. I need answers and if I could get to this ice demon and end her I would not hesitate. I was desperate to go back to my wife and children, I cannot be without them. So early at dawn Rhaegal and I began our flight over the land of always winter. The air was different, the whole of this environment felt—strange and mystical.

The air was freezing and Jon could feel his beard strands developing icicles. Rhaegal was soaring way above the clouds to keep cover incase he ran into unwanted eyes. It was hard keeping focus on anything else besides the freezing temperatures.
   I scanned the vast white tundra below me as best I could. "Rhaegal, I'm not feeling well my—my head..." I felt strange and then my eyes shut and I felt my mind close to consciousness.
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Daenerys

I had come to the shocking conclusion that I hated the "real north." Living in this ridiculously frigid place was madness. There was absolutely nothing I could do to keep warm. No garment, boots or coverings could quench my need for warmth, which was odd because I constantly ran hot. This was the first time ever in my life I felt cold, alone and empty. I blamed this new ailment on Jon's absence. Perhaps I am wrong but I decided that is the cause of this inconvenient feeling.
Walking down the path to gather ice chunks to melt for water, I noticed that the frozen lake was vacant. Not one northerner was in sight, I sighed a breath of relief because I preferred being alone at the moment. I found the free folk to be cold, I could tell they only tolerate me because of Jon but they were always generous with scornful glares. Whether they liked it or not I am their Queen and Jon their king, so I am trying to make the best of it. I placed my two buckets down and stared out at the ice lake before me. This is not at all what I pictured for our venture to the true north. I felt my child flutter in my belly, the feeling brought a smile to my tired face. A year of longing fell down my chafed cheek. "Rhayanna," I whispered to myself, feeling my throat knot up as if I was going to suffocate from my emotions. "Robb, my sweet boy." I placed my hands over my swollen eyes, I had not slept well since my husband had departed either. I was extremely overwhelmed with sadness, I longed for my children and husband. I wept and said prayers for my little ones, that the gods would keep them safe always, with or without me in their presence.

"Why do you weep Queen Daenerys?"

I wiped my tears and turned to see who had discovered me in such a vulnerable state. It was Tormund's woman, that wildling woman who was always glaring at me, Maude.
"I am fine, I will gather my ice and depart." I wanted to leave as quickly as possible. I could tell from her tone that she was mocking me.
She chuckled and stated sarcastically, " Oh do you miss your dearest husband Aegon?"
I stood up and faced her, halting what I was doing. "I am not sure if you comprehend that you are speaking to your Queen. Do not address me in such a casual manner my dear subject and do not ever speak of my husband so informally. He is your King and shall you forget it I shall have to remind you." Drogon roared in the sky, he was descending because he felt my hostility. The wildling woman stared at the black dragon as he landed close by me on a frozen hill top. The ice cracked under his enormous claws, he huffed smoke out of his nostrils in superiority.
"Agreed." Said the woman. "But it is difficult for me to force my respect for the King, we have a bit of a connection he and I."
'A connection?' My brows furrowed in confusion. "What connection do you speak of?" I asked.
She gave a crooked smirk and her mischievous eyes glistened. "Well the King was in love with my sister Ygritte and it was his fault that she died. Hence why every time I see him it brings hate to my heart."
'Ygritte!' I had heard that name before, that was the wildling woman Jon loved before me. My curiosity nudged and I pressed on.
"I know her name." I said, "but what does she have to do with my King? She's dead, is she not? And whether you hate he or I doesn't mean that you are allowed to disrespect."
When I said Ygritte was dead, I noticed her face flinch in anger, this woman is up to something.