Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the Game of Thrones and A Song of Ice And Fire franchise. I do, however, own any Original Characters I see fit to create and may make an appearance in this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Nadya saved the life of an innocent boy and in exchange his priest father promised to send her to a place where she could become happy. At the brink of death she agrees, thinking the man may have meant heaven. Never did she expect she would land into the land of her mother's favourite tv-show. Can she survive the Game of Thrones?
Rating: PG-13 for now
This is a re-write of my original work of Worlds' apart, but I have improved it massively. I hope you all enjoy this next, official, new chapter.
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Serendipity
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The wind was blowing softly, gently, and took away a slight amount of the scorching heat that was currently cooking Nadya's blood to an impossible temperature. There were a massive amount of things she disliked – hated almost, about this place such as Viserys' domineering attitude, the way all of the magistrates seemed to think she had some bloody amazing superpower or something of the kind and thus constantly tried sucking up to her and the way the people fiercely promised they didn't have slaves but the collars around the fragile necks of the servants told another story, but she couldn't deny that Pentos was an absolutely stunning place.
The air was incredibly fresh and unpolluted, a massive change from the busy city of London where the air was filled with gasses and any other unhealthy, hazardous substances. The greenery in her new home was stunning and thriving in the climate.
Though hot, Nadya welcomed the heat. She had spent hours in the burning sun but never got burned, a feat that couldn't be said for her servants. More often than not they would return with their skin a vivid red and Nadya would feel guilty for losing track of time as much as she had, causing their skins to burn regularly.
It had been a few months since Nadya's chaotic awakening. She had, rather quickly during her recovery, made herself at home in the courtyard and massive library. She passed her time with books and languages, learning as many as she could. She had gotten both Viserys and Dany to teach her High Valyrian, but it was difficult for her. She wasn't quite used to the pronunciation. Dothraki was much the same. A hard, rough language with harsh sounds were something she found very difficult. She managed, but it was most definitely not effortless. Her recovery had gone rapidly and she had only few injuries left to still cause her trouble.
She also found herself with a book from Viserys' private library regularly. It wasn't a massive library, but it had some great books and tomes there. Most wrote about Old Valyria, others about politics, history of the seven kingdoms and lineage. Nadya had recently found her own name written in one of the books along with a description about her looks and what she was like. She figured it wasn't Viserys himself who had updated it, but most likely Illyrio.
Illyrio was the Pentos magistrate Viserys, Daenerys and herself were staying with. He was a nice man, if not a bit submissive. He was frightened of the power of a Targaryen even though they didn't really have all that much power left. They had their name and their claim but besides that they were as regular as anyone else.
More often than not, Nadya would make herself comfortable in one of the immensely soft chairs in the garden along with some tea and snacks, losing herself in her current book. Usually Daenerys would come to her around midday and Nadya would spent the rest of their day, until supper, reading to the purple eyed beauty she had come to see as somewhat of a surrogate daughter. The book of the week this time was a book about the famed dragons, like most of the books the little girl chose as reading material, but Nadya didn't mind. She enjoyed reading it to the girl. Nadya had become Daenerys' mother figure and she felt a surge of pride at that knowledge.
Nadya hummed softly, the familiar sounds of John Lennon's Imagine running through her head as she turned the page of her current book. It was a book about the pronunciation of the Dothraki language. It had taken her some serious begging, but eventually Illyrio wrote his knowledge down in a book. She figured she would have to learn the language eventually if she remembered the story right. Dany would eventually be engaged to one of the Dothraki people, she guessed in a few years, but being prepared never hurt anyone.
Nadya took a hold of the cup in front of her and sipped the tea carefully. The tea was still hot and even though the heat didn't really bother her, she enjoyed drinking her cup of tea slowly, savouring the taste. It's overwhelming cherry-like taste filled her mouth and the savoured the sourness for a short while before swallowing and placing the cup down again. Nadya hummed a song, it was one of her favourites from before, as she turned another page. She had been incredibly fascinated and intrigued by her current source of enjoyment and she somehow couldn't drag herself away from its' pull. The book was amazing. She had read through most of the night and continued almost immediately after the bath she had that morning.
A sigh escaped her lips as she flipped the last page and read the final words, the magical world she had been drawn into ending and now finished. Nadya couldn't help but feel sad, like she almost always did at the end of another book, because it felt like she had left another life.
Nadya looked up to the sky and couldn't suppress the small smile that enchanted her face. Up until now her life here hadn't been all that bad. There were some minor annoyances, but life was good, peaceful even. She had gotten to be known as the gentle mistress amongst the servants, never truly reprimanding and always kindly correcting them. They all loved her and somewhat worshipped her. After waking up, Nadya had gotten Amaryllis, 'I prefer Mary, my lady', as a handmaiden along with two other slave girls (as much as no one wanted to admit to this fact) that had been taken from their homes almost immediately after birth. They never truly had family, but them, Dany and Nadya had created one of their own. A dysfunctional one, yes, but family nonetheless.
The two girls, Heredia and Grandee, were both unique but utterly devoted individuals who loved serving their 'mistress'. With Nadya as their support they were allowed to study whatever she wanted them to study. Languages, cultures, none of those were out of their grasps.
Nadya herself had gotten a massive interest in all these languages in this land and asked the lord of their home for a way to study them all. He had gotten the best books he had off of his shelf and gifted them to the white-haired beauty and offered to teach her the languages that weren't in the book herself. Nadya had almost agreed but also realised that Illyrio also knew most languages himself and had thus kindly declined the offer, instead taking Illyrios. Illyrio had started tutoring her in the languages almost every evening right after. She was managing quite well with the local languages they used overseas in King's Landing and was getting used to the harsh sounds of the Horse Lords language, the Dothraki.
It was a yell, and not a good one, that broke Nadya's train of thoughts. She turned her head towards the side and saw Dany running her way towards her. Nadya made quick work of putting aside everything she was doing and standing up to open her arms for the girl to run and throw herself into. A proper hug was, more often than not, their way of greeting. Dany took a tight hold of Nadya's body and buried her head in her chest. Nadya couldn't stop the small chuckles escaping her and stroked the purple-haired beauty's head in a gentle, motherly way all while placing soft kisses on her hair.
"Hello, dearest. You were in rather a rush! How are you on this beautiful day?" Nadya asked, loosening her grip slightly and softly dragging Dany over to the comfortable chair. She sat down, not letting the girl in her arms go and seating her on her lap. Recently Dany spent entire nights and days in Nadya's company and even slept with the older woman, but they weren't able to the night before. It had saddened Dany intensely and Nadya knew that. They had come to see each other as mother and child for a reason unknown to either of them. Nadya figured it was the influence of whatever, or whomever, brought her here, but she couldn't tell Daenerys that.
Dany simply shrugged and cuddled closer to her mother in all but blood. The golden eyed woman frowned. She never acted like that. No matter what kind of mood she was in, Dany would always respond with words.
Slowly the purple eyes girl extracted herself from Nadya. Tears were filling those beautiful orbs to the brink and the salty water had fallen down her not unlike porcelain skin. Dany sniffed as she started crying.
"He's selling me off."
The words hadn't quite registered to Nadya yet, but shock filled her entire system. She was speechless for a little while.
"Who is selling you off, and to whom?" she asked, her maternal instincts rearing their ugly heads and rising with a stunning speed. Someone was hurting her child and she was not going to stand for it.
"Viserys! He's selling me to some Khal in exchange for an army." The girl sobbed as Nadya's eyes turned icy cold. She knew this was going to happen, she had seen most of the show up until season seven and that was only because it still had to premiere. She knew that it was going to happen, but she didn't know it was going to be this soon! She had been planning on finding a way to stop it too. Dany was only thirteen! A child who had only just gotten her first period, for heavens' sake! Had Viserys finally gone bonkers? Raving mad perhaps? Nadya pulled away from Dany fully, softly pushing her from her lap and standing up. Her anger turned her normally gentle voice into something strangely imitating hissing as she hissed a command at her 'daughter'. "Come, Dany." She said.
With the servants struggling to keep up with the brutal pace Nadya had taken and Daenerys not more than a step behind the older woman she made her way to where she knew Viserys would be. She was on a war path.
Her stunning blue dress was flowing behind her as she took powerful strides towards her destination. Everyone in Pentos had quickly found out that while Nadya was kind, when she wanted something done or was angry at you for any possible reason, you'd best move out of her way. As she arrived at her destination she put her hands on the massive, wooden doors and threw them open, pushing her way inside without bothering to knock.
Viserys was sitting at a desk with Magister Illyrio. She stormed up to them and slammed her hands on said desk harshly. "How could you." Her voice was deadly, filled with venom. She was like a viper ready to strike. "She is thirteen, Viserys, thirteen! She is your sibling, not someone you can just sell off when it pleases you, you selfish twat!" Viserys was looking at her with a slightly stunned look on his face. He raised an eyebrow. Nadya could see the threats burning in his eyes, but she couldn't quite be bothered.
"You cannot possible mean to marry our little sister to that man. He must be around thirty! You cannot do this to her!" Nadya yelled, remembering her own mother forcing her to do things she didn't want to do. She felt like she was on fire. Viserys stood up and raised his hand, his intention to slap her clear but with a speed no one knew she possessed Nadya grabbed his hand, twisting it behind his back and pushing him on the floor all in one fluent movement. She held him on the floor with his face pressed against it and a knee on his back.
"I don't know what you think, Viserys, but I am not someone you can just toy around with. Yes, we may be family and yes, I care for you very much but I will no longer allow you to take control like you have done until now. It seems that you do not understand what a leader truly is, what a king is." Nadya gave him one last push and stood up, looking down upon him coldly. "I know you cannot break the engagement as it will cost you and us our lives as payment but I will not allow you to marry my daughter off." Dany's face lit up at Nadya's acknowledgement but slight fear in what her surrogate mother was going to do. She knew something was wrong, she could feel it in her bones.
Nadya stood up straighter, pulling her shoulders back and chest forward. Her statue was impeccable as a lady should always be.
"I will take her place." She said, her hands folding together delicately in complete contrast to her obvious show of strength before. It was irrational and a spur in the moment, but somehow it felt right. A gasp escaped the mouth of the younger, white-haired princess and she shook her head with vigour. She couldn't quite believe that the words she had heard weren't imagined.
Nadya took a look at Dany from the corners of her eyes and sighed, knowing that she was going to try protesting her decision. She quickly shot her a warning look, but sighed nonetheless. "I will take her place and you will allow it. I will not let you sell her, not my child. However she will be coming with me; I refuse to let her stay here. She will stay with me at my side where I can keep an eye on her and protect her." The golden eyed woman's eyes were burning with ferocity. Viserys, however, had begun shaking his head. He stood up quickly and all but ran towards her, grabbing her shoulder tightly.
He shook her lightly. "No, you are mine, Nadya." He stated matter-of-factly and snarled at her. Nadya raised her eyebrows in surprise. "What are you talking about, Viserys." She asked, ripping herself from his grasp. His grip had been tight, but not so much that she couldn't get herself out of it. Nadya was a strong woman after all. Naïve, yes, but strong. "You are my bride, my queen, the one who will stand by my side as I rule the Seven Kingdoms as many kings before us with their sister-wives. I will not give you to some savage." He was yelling now, his face scrunched up in anger. Nadya looked at him with complete disbelief.
"Yet you will give away your youngest sister, who is still only thirteen might I remind you, to someone you yourself call a savage? If that does not tell people of your cruelty I do not know what else will." She put her arms around Daenerys' shoulders and puller her into her side. "I stand by my decision. You can either allow this and we will all live, or I will take my leave of this place, taking my daughter with me and you will stay her to die. Choose carefully Viserys, I will not repeat myself a third time." Nadya looked him in the eyes. She saw desperation there, along with anger, hate and disdain.
After some time Viserys' angry answer echoed through the chamber. "Fine!" he yelled out a he turned and hurried out through the large doors. Illyrio stood up calmly and smiled slightly at the nineteen years old beauty. He looked her over and shook his head almost as if amused by her antics. "I believe the Khal will be very pleased with a strong, confident wife such as yourself, my lady Nadya." Nadya sighed as she let her head down, her shoulders tight. It was like she was carrying the weight of the world.
"I could not possibly care less, Illyrio. Do not assume that I am not furious with you as well. You were part of this arrangement as much as Viserys was. I may be many things, but a fool is not one of them." The man nodded. "Indeed I was, my lady. Indeed I was."
Having said all she had wanted to, Nadya turned and made her way out to the hallway. Daenerys was following her like a puppy would it's mother and quickly stuck herself snugly into the older woman's side. She led them towards her rooms. The servants would clean up the garden, she knew. Normally she would have done it herself as she never liked depending on servants too much, but Nadya was angry, upset and massively disappointed in Viserys and Illyrio. Right now all she wanted was to be within the walls of her comfortable chamber filled with beautiful coloured fabrics and a soft bed.
She asked Mary to open the doors and as she did her mistress's bidding, they all moved inside. Nadya released the hold she had on Dany's shoulders and sat down on the bed, exhaustion caused by the situation they had found themselves in catching up with her. Mary quickly hurried to her side and kneeled, Dany not taking long to follow her actions. Both hugged the woman around her waist as Nadya stroked their heads gently.
"My lady, please don't do this! You cannot! I have head of this Khal, people say he truly is a barbarian. He will not treat you as you deserve!" Mary cried, holding on to her lady tighter. Mary was only sixteen, three years younger than Nadya herself. She had looked upon the older woman as an older sister ever since day one. She could never allow her lady to hurt and ruin herself like this.
Dany shook her head, frowning. "Please, mother. Do not do this. You cannot!" Nadya smiled softly at Daenerys' name for her and stroked her cheek fondly. "Don't fret, my dear little dragon. Everything shall be well. The Khal isn't as bad as one might think, I'd reckon." Nadya would know, she had seen the man on television after all. She was highly surprised when she saw that she had most likely been put in the television series instead of the books as all the characters looked exactly like their actor counterpart.
Dany's eyes filled with tears once again. "Why did you take my place? I truly do not understand."
Nadya smiled at the girl. "Well how could I possibly let anything happen to my child? I might not have given birth to you myself, but you are my daughter, little one." She sighed. "My daughter who knows nothing of the Dothraki language, who does not know the Dothraki culture and who knows nothing of men. Who is still young and supposed to be running outside, having fun and playing games instead of sitting in a room while worrying about her upcoming marriage. Dany, how could I possibly allow that?"
Mary and Dany looked at each other, frowning, before hugging Nadya tightly around her waist once again. Nadya knew that this meant everything was starting. She knew that starting now her own game of thrones would start, she knew that winter was coming which meant that she had to prepare. She could not possibly let her child be assassinated, or her husband killed, nor was she going to let the Lannisters win. She may not have liked the series, not even close because she practically hated them, but she was there now and to be completely honest, Nadya wanted to live. She had a fierce, burning desire to live. She knew, however, that the coming few years wouldn't be living for her. She'd be surviving. She had to make sure her loved ones would too.
The three sat in a comfortable silence as both of the younger girls were being held by Nadya while she planned. Yes, she could do this. She was positive of it. She tightened her hold on the two children, because that is what they were, now innocently sleeping in her lap and she couldn't help but smile. Seeing as she could not- would not, move she softly sang to them. Nadya knew she had a long way to go, but she had faith. She would take care of those she loved, no matter what happened.
She swore it.
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Serendipity - Finding something good without actually looking for it
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[A/N]
Hello, and welcome back to the magical world of Worlds' apart. I hope all of you have enjoyed this chapter as much as I have enjoyed writing it once again. There was a lot about this chapter that I was, and still am, unhappy with because it didn't quite go the way I wanted it to, but hey, that's the beauty of writing isn't it?
I chose to name this chapter Serendipity because Nadya has found a new family even though she never particularly looked for one,
Now, let me know what all of you think of this chapter, okay? Please review, favourite, follow etc. and share it with your friends!
All the Love,
Sarah Anna Riling.