Duty or Desire // Jon Snow // Robb Stark

66. They are real

'Welcome to Dragon Stone,' Missandei said once they got ashore. Odie had never been to dragon stone. It was beautiful. Jon kept a firm hold of her hand as they waited on the beaches for the rest of their crew to get onto the shores.  'the queen knows it's a long journey and she thank you on your behalf' jon glanced back at the soldiers surrounding them. 'if you won't mind turning over your weapons...'

'Of course' Jon said slightly hesitant, they pass them off to the Dothraki men begrudgingly they also talking boat they had rowed in on... they were now trapped, he kept a tight hold of Odie's hand as they walked.

'Please this way' Missandei said. Then Odie saw Tyrion, she nudged Jon as Tyrion approached. 

''The bastard of Winterfell' Tyrion said smiling over at them. 'And little Clegane, or is it Stark? Or Snow now?' he teased, he thought back to the note they received, had it spoke of Odetta? Surely it did. Word had spread that the King of the North and his mother and wife had all perished.

'The dwarf of Castlerly rock.'

'I'm glad you alive Tyrion.' Odie told him softly smiling down at him.

'You too... I heard...' Tyrion began. 'I heard you were dead.'

'Cleganes are hard to kill.' Odie told him as they walked.

'Trust me I know...' tyrion told her.

'I heard you were accused of killing Joffrey.' Odie added.

'Yes. I wish I had.' Tyrion told her. 'your brother Gregor killed my champion in a trial by combat.' Tyrion informed her.

'shit luck. I could have warned you... it is futile to go up against a Clegane.' Odie told him as she admired the castle ahead of them.

'Yes... it seems so.' Tyrion said turning his attention back to jon. 'I believe we last saw each other the wall.' Tyrion remarked.

'I believe you were pissing off the wall.' Jon agreed.

'It's been a long road'

'It certainly has' Tyrion glanced over at Odie, 'you have become a beautiful young woman.' Tyrion told Odie, she glanced over at him. She reached out a finger, touching the scar along his face.

'I like the beard Tyrion, it suits you.' Odie told him. Tyrion nodded smiling to himself before clearing his throat. 

'I would like to know how the bastard became king of the north'

'As long as you tell me how a dwarf became hand of the queen.'

'Fair warning northern men don't travel well in the south, neither do starks.'

'I'm not a stark-' jon reminded him. A dragon swooped down over them and everyone ducked but they didn't hurt them, just flying down, like a warning.

'dragons.' Odie muttered. 'They are real... Fucking hell.' She said breathlessly, Tyrion offered her hand up which she gratefully took.

'I would say you get used to them, but you really never do.' Tyrion told them.

'dragons.' Jon muttered.

'Come she's waiting for you.'