the little wolf // Game Of Thrones

thirty four



LYANNA WAS WALKING OVER ASH COVERED GROUND. THERE WERE BURNT BODIES AND CARGO STREWN ABOUT. DOTHRAKI WERE LOOTING DEAD LANNISTER SOLDIERS.

"Looks like I have fewer enemies today than I did yesterday." Daenerys smiled over to Lyanna as the Snow woman joined her beside the two dragons. Lyanna paused and didn't say anything. "You're not sure how you feel about that?"

"No, I'm not." She shook her head.

"How many men did your army kill taking Winterfell back from the Boltons?" She asked.

"Thousands." Lyanna shrugged her shoulders.

"We both want to help people. We can only help them from a position of strength. Sometimes strength is terrible." Daenerys watched Lyanna carefully. "When you first came here, Pod said you took a knife the heart-"

"Podrick gets carried away sometimes." Lyanna rolled her eyes.

"So it was a figure of speech?" Lyanna didn't answer her question. "Come, let's go back to Dragonstone."

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Lyanna, who was on Rhaegal, flew back to Dragonstone with Daenerys and Drogon. As they both mounted the dragons, a group of Dothraki guards approached Daenerys, speaking in their native tongue. "This man says he's your friend, Khaleesi."

The guard stepped to the side and Jorah Mormont stood behind him. Daenerys answered the guard in Dothraki. "He is my friend." She smiled.

Jorah kneeled before Daenerys. "Your Grace." He stood.

"Lyanna Snow, this is Ser Jorah Mormont, an old friend." Daenerys introduced them to one another.

"My brother, Jon, served with your father." Lyanna shook his hand. "Said he was a great man." Jorah nodded to Lyanna.

"You look strong." Daenerys hugged Jorah. "You found a cure?"

"I wouldn't be here if I hadn't." He bowed his head at Daenerys. "I return to your service, my queen, if you'll have me."

Inside the Chamber of the Painted Table, Daenerys and Varys were seated at the painted table. Tyrion and Jorah stood near their queen. Davos and Pod were standing at the other side of the table as Lyanna and Jon read a scroll from Winterfell.

"I thought Arya was dead." Lyanna exclaimed. "I thought Bran was dead."

"I'm happy for you both." Daenerys smiled, but it quickly disappeared once she saw both the twins' expressions. "You two don't look happy."

"Bran saw the Night King and his army." Jon turned to them. "Marching towards Eastwatch. If they make it past the wall-"

"The Wall has kept them out for thousands of years." Varys interrupted him. "Presumably-"

"I need to go home." Lyanna interrupted Varys, looking at Daenerys.

"You said you don't have enough men." Daenerys reminded her.

"We'll fight with the men we have." Lyanna raised an eyebrow at Daenerys. "Unless you'll join us."

"And give the country to Cersei?" She scoffed. "As soon as I march away she marches in."

"Perhaps not." Tyrion spoke up. "Cersei thinks the Army of the Dead is nothing but a story made up by wet nurses to frighten children. What if we prove her wrong?"

"I don't think she'll come see the dead at my invitation." Lyanna laughed.

Tyrion began walking around the table, closer to Lyanna. "So bring the dead to her."