Lost Artefacts

Beyond the Wall

Jon, Tyene, and Missandei ventured into the haunted forest beyond the Wall, their determined footsteps crunching on the frost-kissed ground. Clad in fur-lined cloaks, they huddled closer, seeking solace from the biting cold.

As they made their way through the twisted trees, the air grew thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the rustle of skeletal branches and the distant howl of a wolf. Jon's gaze darted between the shadowy figures lurking in the undergrowth, his hand tightly clutching his axe.

Tyene, her breath forming icy plumes, shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. Her voice, laced with annoyance, carried through the frigid air. "By the Seven, it's even colder here than it was in Castle Black! I can hardly feel my toes anymore. Couldn't Ned have spared us a couple of horses?"

Missandei, her dark skin glistening with frost, cast a sympathetic glance toward Tyene. "The Nights Watch have their own worries, Tyene. Horses might have been in short supply. We must endure the cold for now."

Their path meandered deeper into the forest, where gnarled roots twisted like ancient bones beneath their feet. The haunted whispers of the trees echoed in their ears, adding an ominous tone to the already chilling surroundings. Yet, the trio pressed on.

With each step they took, the icy grip of winter tightened around them, testing their resolve.

As the trio trudged through the snowy expanse, Tyene's teeth chattered from the cold, but her mischievous spirit remained undeterred. She mustered a playful grin and teased Jon, her words tinged with sarcasm. "You know, Jon, once we survive this freezing ordeal, we'll swear off snow forever. No more snowflakes, no more white landscapes. I'll gladly trade it all for warm sands and sunny beaches."

Jon chuckled, his breath forming tiny clouds in the frigid air. "I can't say I'd mind that, Tyene. The idea of never having to scrape ice off my boots again sounds rather appealing."

Missandei, her face displaying a hint of amusement, joined in the banter. "Oh, the thought of endless summers and no more shivering would be a dream come true. It makes me miss home" she adds at the end feeling a bit somber.

Jon, his eyes gleaming with determination, turned to Missandei and offered reassurance. "Fear not, Missandei. We will find the Chalice of Winter. we'll save your home and ensure that the fiery mountain is once again quelled into slumber."

Missandei's gaze met Jon's, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Jon."

Tyene, seizing the opportunity for a lighthearted moment, playfully teased Missandei, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, Missandei, when you're tired of being a queen, you can always come live with Jon and me in our keep in Sunspear. We'll trade icy walls for sandy shores and share endless tales under the Dornish sun."

Missandei's laughter resonated through the wintry air, momentarily lifting the weight of their perilous journey. "That sounds enticing, Tyene. I can just imagine the warmth and the vibrant life of Dorne, I do sometimes think maybe I'm more suited to that than to be queen" She admits.

Tyene puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder and smiles at her "You're too kind of a person to ever be burdened with such a responsibility"

"And after last night I wouldn't be surprised if your belly swells with Jon's child, it would be nice if mine had a sibling to play with" She whispers making Missandei blush.

Jon's mind drifted back to the solemn conversation he had with his father, Ned, before setting off on this treacherous quest. The memory of Ned's wise words echoed in his thoughts, grounding him in the reality of their mission.