My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 2: The Calm Part 2

Daenerys

She needed some time to cool down. She finally had the man who ruined her life in front of her and she couldn't do anything. Another thing troubling her was the way Jon was acting, just completely depressed. She decided to go to the library hoping it would result in peace and quiet. She sat down taking a deep breath and clearing her head before being pulled out of her thoughts by a voice behind her.

"Hello Daenerys Targaryen," Daenerys jumped at the voice and turned to see Arya Stark, the youngest Stark sister. "Hello Lady Stark," the girl made Dany uneasy. She seemed calm and collective but like she could slit your throat at a moments notice. "I was hoping I would get a chance to speak with you at some point," Arya said breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Well I would love to know more about you," Daenerys said. "And I you," Arya said pulling out a chair not breaking eye contact. "I grew up on stories about Rhaenys and Visenya Targaryen, the two warrior women who rode into battle on their dragons," Arya's face began to show less coldness and more admiration and Daenerys started to feel she might like this young girl. "What is it like riding a dragon?" she asked. "Wondrous, everything else just pulls away and it's just you and the sky," Daenerys said thinking back to when she first rode Drogon back in the fighting pits of Meereen. The immense power she felt when riding away. "I can only imagine," Arya said with a wide smile on her face. "I've seen you fighting in the courtyard, tell me where did you acquire such skill?" Daenerys asked the young girl. "Braavos, with the faceless men," Arya responded. "The faceless men? I've heard of them, they're some of the deadliest assassins alive," Daenerys was finding it hard to believe that the fun loving girl Jon talked so much about on the boat is possibly this cold hearted assassin. There were a few more seconds of silence before they Arya continued to speak. "I am sorry that your reception here hasn't been pleasant," Arya said. "My sister is less than pleased that Jon so willingly bent the knee."

"I am starting to wonder if that is what's best for the North," Daenerys had been told how much the North had suffered under Southern rule and perhaps they would fare better on their own. "Why is it that Ghost is the only direwolf I see here?" Dany had been told after the great hall meeting that the Starks all had their own direwolves but only saw Jon's and he wasn't the last Stark. "Most of them are dead, my wolf is somewhere out in the wild." Arya responded with some somber in her eyes. "What's her name?" Dany asked. Arya smiled as she answered. "Nymeria," Dany grinned from ear to ear at this, the girl loves her warriors. While Sansa had been fairly cold towards her, Arya was someone Dany could actually see becoming friends with.

Before the conversation could continue any further they were interrupted by Maester Wolkan. "Your grace, my lady. Warden Jon Snow demands your presence in the war room, they need to plan for the defense." They both nodded and rose to follow into the war room.

The table was a map of Winterfell and the field from where the army would be approaching from. Around the table was Brienne, Tyrion, Davos, Bran, Sansa, Jon, Jaime, and Tyrion with Dany and Arya now entering. "Now that everyone's here we should start planning now that we don't have the Lannister forces." Jon began. "We don't have much time, thanks to Bran informing us that we only have till the sun comes up tomorrow." Jon starting placing the pieces on the board. "Without the Lannister forces we will need half the Unsullied to man the castle walls, meaning that we will be shorter in the field." He began placing the Dothraki, Stark, and Arryn forces on the field. "The army of the dead will charge at full force, we will need the Dothraki to meet them head on while the Stark and Arryn forces take them from the sides. Daenerys with Drogon and Rhaegal will be taking out Viserion. The wights aren't the real threat it is the White Walkers. If you take them out then the wights they raised fall along with them meaning that they will be hanging back. We will be assembling a team of the best fighters to take out the White Walkers. I don't want to big a squad to avoid being too noticeable." The plan wasn't the best but without the Lannister forces there wouldn't be an amazing plan. "What about the Night King, since he raised them all wouldn't they all fall if he does?" Beric said from his chair in the corner. "We need a plan to lure him out, he'll never expose himself." "Yes he will," Bran said with everyone turning to him. "He'll come for me." "Why?" Daenerys asked. "For once that is something I don't know," he finished not looking to anyone. "Well we'll need someone to protect you," Jon responded. "Theon will protect me," Bran responded. This confused Daenerys as last time she saw Theon he was on leaving Dragonstone to find his sister. "Theon is not here Bran," Jon responded.  Immediately after saying that Theon bursts into the room with a few Ironborn men behind him. "Sorry to interrupt," he said sincerely. Sansa looked as if she was seeing a ghost and began slowly approaching him. "Hello Theon," Sansa whispered. Before he could say anything else she pulled him into a long hug. After a few more seconds Jon cleared his throat reminding Sansa that there's other people in the room. "Theon, I'm glad you're here. I would be ever so grateful if were to protect Bran," Jon said. Theon looked over to Bran who stared right back towards him and gave him a nod. "It would be an honour," he replied. "Everyone get some rest, we need to be ready," with that everybody began to clear out leaving just Bran and Jaime who chose to linger behind.

Once the last person exited and closed the door Jaime then approached Bran. "I... I wanted to say I'm sorry for what I did to you, I've done horrible things and I'm trying to make it better." Jaime could barely look into his eyes. Even if his eyes weren't resentful or anything really it didn't make it any easier. "It had to happen, so you could be here, as could I," Jaime looked up in surprise that he was so easily able to forget what happened. "That doesn't make it right," Jaime said. "I never said it was right, but it needed to happen." Jaime was completely bewildered by Bran's complete acceptance and even gratefulness of the events that transpired between them. But all he could do was give him a nod and ask for leave which Bran granted him.

Missandei

Missandei stood on the walls observing the Unsullied working tirelessly on the trench surrounding the castle walls of Winterfell. She looked throughout the yards of Winterfell inside and outside seeing men, young and old, training with large assortments of weapons. Axes, swords, spears. Finally after minutes of searching she came across him, training a young boy how to use a spear and shield. However his training with the masters rubbed off on him a little too much and Missandei decided it would probably be best to stop him before he threw the boy off the highest tower in Winterfell.

After she descended the walls and ran out into the field she was immediately hit with a shivering  breeze. The adjustment from the climate of Meereen, to Dragonstone, to Winterfell was excruciatingly difficult. It would have made her more comfortable to know she wasn't the only one but Grey Worm never appeared to sweat from heat or shiver from cold. Of course, why would he. Unsullied have no weakness, or he was freezing and his Unsullied nature didn't allow him to show it. She approached Grey Worm continuing his brutal training of the young boy who, lucky for the little boy, seemed to be a natural talent. Even still, he was being far to hard on him and Missandei decided to calm him before it got out of hand. She placed a hand on his shoulder and his face instantly softened at the sight of her. "You shouldn't be so difficult on him, he is only a boy." Missandei said attempting to sooth him. "I am making strong soldier," he said looking to the boy now collapsed with tiredness. "He seems pretty strong to me, and the young ones won't be the ones doing most of the fighting." she said and Grey Worm's shoulders finally began loosening. "You should take a break and walk with me." Grey Worm nodded and lifted the boy to his feet finally allowing him to go rest but being too tired to move to a resting place he fell right back to the ground staring at the sky. Missandei smiled at this and took Grey Worm by the arm and began guiding him back within the walls.

"How is Westeros?" Grey Worm asked once they reached the gates and entered the castle once more. "A fair bit cold I must say," Missandei responded. "And everywhere we have been thus far has been rather gloomy." While Dragonstone was a impressive and large stronghold it was far from welcoming. King's Landing while a large, glamourous city, their reception there was rather negative. And Winterfell was rather simplistic, a nice looking castle but clearly not a huge, extravagant home. A lot like Jon Snow. Grey Worm suddenly stopped walking and gripped her arm turning her to him. "When the war is won and there are no more fights to fight. Do you want to stay here?" Grey Worm said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "This is not my home, it never will be." "Then where is your home?" Missandei asked raising an eyebrow. "My home is with you, wherever you wish to be, I follow. But I do not believe you wish to grow old in this place." Grey Worm finished now grasping her hands in his. "What about the queen? Are you not loyal to her?" Missandei knew Grey Worm's loyalty to their queen was immense so this suggestion to leave greatly confused her. "I love our queen but she will have no use for me once the wars are won and there is peace." he said. "But if you wish to stay here then I will stay. But if you wish to leave then we will leave." Grey Worm was now finished and waited for her response. "It would be nice to return home, to Naath." Grey Worm then smiled and placed a hand to her face, caressing her cheek. "Then to Naath we will go," finally Missandei brought Grey Worm's lips to hers. "Let's go get some rest."

I was never a huge Grey Worm/Missandei shipper but writing for them kind of made me emotional. I hope the romantic stuff I write isn't too cringe because I don't really know what I'm doing when it comes to writing that stuff. There should be one more part for this episode coming out soon and then I don't know how long it'll be before Battle of Ice and Fire because that's gonna take a while to do it justice. Hope you're enjoying my story so far and if not then oof.