LION AMONG WOLVES | GAME OF THRONES

69

PRESENT DAY
DRAGONSTONE

Later that day, Annalys exited the Dragonstone cave with Ser Davos, Jon, and Gendry, ready to head beyond the wall. She looked ahead to see Daenerys standing with Ser Jorah, holding his hands in her own as she stared up into his eyes. She knew the look Ser Jorah was giving Daenerys all too well. He was in love with her, but from what she could tell, Daenerys didn't return those feelings.

Ser Jorah placed a kiss to Daenerys' hands, just before he walked away. A smile found its way onto Annalys' lips as she placed on her leather gloves before walking over to Daenerys.

The Dragon Queen immediately turned to face Annalys, looking up and into her eyes. She looked almost worried for Annalys' sake, seeing as though the woman was leading the men herself up north. She was used to it, though. She became great at leading over the years.

"I must say, even if I don't return, at least you won't have to deal with the Queen in the North any longer," She commented, a small smile on her face, "We all know that's what you want deep down, to be rid of me."

"Actually, I've grown to particularly like the Queen in the North. She's not as bad as I heard she was." Daenerys responded, smiling back at Annalys.

Annalys sent Daenerys one last smile. She turned her head, nodding at Tyrion before turning to leave. Before she could do so, Daenerys was quick to speak up, "Be careful, Annalys," She found herself saying, just as Annalys had said to her several days before.

Annalys looked back at Daenerys, "I'll try my best." She responded quietly before she finally walked toward the boats with Jon.

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About three days later, Annaly arrived at the Wall with the rest of her men. She stopped after picking up the bag of dragonglass. She looked up, staring directly at Castle Black and the Wall. It felt oddly comforting to be back. She grew a fondness to the place, believe it or not.

Moments later, after arriving instead of explaining to Tormund what they were about to do, the redhead Wildlings was quick to make a comment, which Annalys expected, "Isn't it your job to talk him out of stupid fucking ideas like this?" Tormund asked Annalys, clearly believing she was the smarter one between her and Jon.

"Usually, it is," Annalys responded, sighing in defeat, "But on this account, I do agree with him."

Tormund turned to Ser Davos, waiting for him to answer as well, "I've been failing at that job of late," He admitted and Annalys found herself agreeing.

"How many queens are there now?" Tormund complained loudly, feeling as though there was more queen in Westeros than any of them could count.

"Three, technically," Jon responded in a calm tone, gesturing toward Annalys, "If we count the one to the North."

"And you need to convince the one with the dragons or the one who fucks her brother?" Tormund bluntly asked, causing Annalys to stare up at him with wide eyes.

"Both, Tormund," Annalys responded, letting out a small sigh, "Both."

"How many men did you bring?" Tormund asked Annalys, not bothering to look at Jon since he seemed Annalys was the only one with common sense at that moment.

"Not enough, that's for sure," Annalys admitted, an uneasy look on her face.

"The big woman?" Tormund suddenly asked.

Jon and Annalys turned to each other, exchanging a look. They both quietly chuckled, knowing that Tormund was talking about Brienne.

"Sadly for you, no," Annalys replied, still quietly laughing.