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WARNING: CHAPTER CROSSES OVER AND CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM MY OTHER GOT FIC, "SINNER"
THE salty waves of the Narrow Sea pulled their boat atop the shores of Dragonstone. It had been a long ride to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, but it had been an even longer sail to Dragonstone. Maia found herself vomiting every time the boat rocked, and it made her unsure of what she was throwing up from. She was so happy to finally be off the boat that she began to walk through the tide at Dragonstone just to rid herself from retching again.
Jon and Davos followed their bannermen up to the shore, allowing the men to carry the boat to land. The wet sand mushed underneath Maia's feet, and she found herself looking around in amazement at actually seeing no snow. Her arm clutched Jon's, which he took willingly, as the two and Davos walked to the company waiting for them on the shore.
Near the uppermost rock formations of the castle before them stood a dwarf man, which Maia could only guess from her research was Tyrion Lannister. Beside him was a dark-skinned woman, with curls that frizzed out and eyes that shined in even dim lighting. Amongst them all were men that looked like savages, which Davos was kind to point out that those were the dragon queen's Dothraki horde, who had never stepped foot in Westeros until she commanded them to.
Tyrion sent Jon a warm smile when they stood in front of each other. "The bastard of Winterfell."
"Dwarf of Casterly Rock," Jon nodded, unlatching his arm from Maia to shake Tyrion's hand. It was no joke to Jon that the man before him had aged greatly.
"I believe we last saw each other atop the Wall," Tyrion said.
Jon agreed. "You were pissing off the edge, if I remember right." He gestured with his chin to Tyrion's features. "Picked up some scars along the road."
"It's been a long road, but we're both still here."
Maia hugged her arms around herself, finding the crash of waves behind them slightly cold. She wasn't used to such a wet climate, let alone one not covered in snow. She pulled her shawl closer to her person, just as Davos took a step closer beside her, trying to keep guard.
The dwarf looked towards the other members of Jon's party, including the bannermen. "I'm Tyrion Lannister."
Davos stepped forward, shaking Tyrion's hand. "Davos Seaworth," he introduced.
"Ah, the Onion Knight." Tyrion nodded quickly. "We fought on opposite sides on the Battle of Blackwater Bay."
Tyrion's eyes were on Maia then, who hesitantly stepped forward. She held out her hand, "My name is Maia Sanders."
Tyrion placed a gentle press of his lips on her hand, a sign of etiquette. Jon's hand immediately locked around Maia's waist the second after. "We've heard a lot about you, Lady Maia. Thank you for your letter. Her Grace is interested in meeting both of you."
