Ella Snow and her twin brother are outsiders in the house of their father, Lord Eddard Stark. Ella has no one else in the world, except her brother Jon. Join Ella on her journey as she uncovers truths that could destroy her and those she loves.
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Later that day, Jon and Ella were instructed to meet with Daenerys and her advisors. A scroll from Winterfell came for the twins, carrying important news for the King in the North.
Ella stood next to her brother as their eyes read over the words on the small slip of paper. Ella couldn't believe what she read. She nearly fainted, only being caught by Ser Davos. He placed the small girl in a chair, allowing her to catch her breath as she processed the information.
Tears welled in her eyes as she began to think of the contents of the letter. Bran and Arya were alive and well. Her two younger siblings whom she thought were dead. Alive and at home with Sansa.
"I thought Bran was dead. I thought Arya was dead," Jon said, throwing the tiny scroll to the map table in the war room of Dragonstone.
Ella drew in slow breaths as Davos and Jon stood in front of the roaring fireplace. Daenerys sat at the head of the map table, with Varys sitting to her right, and Jorah standing directly by her side. Tyrion stood across from Varys, as they discussed their plans for moving forward.
"I'm happy for you," Daenerys smiled to the White Wolf. "You don't look happy."
"Bran saw the Night King and his army marching towards East Watch. If they make it past the Wall, we're all fucked," Jon sighed.
"The Wall has kept them out for thousands of years," Varys said, not looking concerned with the impending invasion from the dead.
"My sister and I need to go home," Jon stated.
"You said you don't have enough men," Daenerys reminded Jon.
"Then we'll fight with the men we have," Jon stated. "Unless you'll join us."
"And give the country to Cersei?" Daenerys questioned the White Wolf. "As soon as I march away, she marches in."
"Perhaps not," Tyrion spoke up. "Cersei thinks that the Army of the Dead is nothing but a children's story meant to scare those with weak minds. What if we prove her wrong?"
"I don't think she'll come see the dead at my invitation," Jon joked.
"So we will bring the dead to her," Tyrion said, strolling over to Jon.
"I thought that is what we were trying to avoid," Daenerys said.
"We don't have to bring the whole army," Tyrion reasoned with the Dragon Queen. "Just one soldier."
"Is that possible?" Davos questioned.
"The first time I saw one was brought into Castle Black from beyond the Wall," Jon answered.
"Bring one of these things down to King's Landing and show her the truth," Tyrion urged the White Wolf.
"Anything you bring back will be useless unless Cersei grants us an audience and is somehow convinced not to murder us the moment we step foot in the Capital," Varys said.
