DIANA had wandered the Tower of the Lord Commander late at night. Such a practice was not unusual for the Amazon. She felt like she thrived best when the moon was out and the winter winds blowing.

After exiting the room she was a guest at, she rounded the spiraling staircase to come face to face with a massive white wolf. Standing on all fours it nearly looked her straight in the face. Its red eyes stared at her with such intelligence, she thought she was looking into the eyes of another person.

They looked at each other for a few moments, each respecting the others need for distance. Diana gathered her courage and took a step forward. The wolf eyed her suspiciously, pulling its muzzle back to reveal sharp teeth. Very sharp teeth.

Diana thought back to what Jon called him when they reunited.

"Your name is Ghost, isn't it?" She whispered.

He seemed to recognize his name, and relaxed. The wolf still gazed at her suspiciously, as if she could attack at any time. She held out her hand for him to sniff.

Ghost smelled her hand, quickly nuzzling it. He knocked her down with his massive head, trying to lick her face. Her body was pushed back futher against the stones of the wall as she felt the force of the pup's body land on her thighs. Diana heard quiet sniffles and felt the wet tip of its nose meet her cheek as it sniffed heavily. And then she felt its wet tongue lick her cheek gently as the pup just continued to sniffle. Slowly, she opened her eyes to meet a pair of blood red eyes.

The pup continued to sniff her face in a friendly manner of greeting as she looked down and saw its stubby tail swooping back and forth excitedly.

Diana gently moved her hand to scratch behind behind his ear. She laughed and pet his soft fur. Its huge, inquisitive red eyes were quite adorable.

"Well, hello to you, too. You're very friendly, huh?"

Jon had now reached Diana, and he was completely relieved to see that Ghost was only eager to make friends with the young woman. Although, the sight of the ferocious beast; who was always wary of strangers, rubbing its nose and tongue against the woman's porcelain cheek came as a shock to him.

Diana was leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Ghosts nose, as he licked her face. She was smiling at him, not a trace of fear on her face. Her slender fingers ran through his direwolf's white fur. 

The sight was so shockingly lovely. She was crouching down to pet Ghost, her hair reached just above her hips. Falling like silk in waves down her back. Her soft full lips were pulled up at the corners.

He proceeded towards them both. Ghost sat satisfied with himself at her feet.

"Diana." Jon said, stopping a few meters away from her.

The named woman reciprocated the greeting with a bow of her head, before looking up to his face. "Jon."

"I didn't think you'd be awake." He exclaimed, crouching down beside her.

Jon's hair was messy. His look was lost and dark, the exhaustion began to notice in his features.

Diana shook her head slowly, in amused delight. "It's my first night in a castle I've heard so much about growing up, I simply couldn't sleep." Jon let a soft smile take residence in his tired face. Both he and Diana diverted their attention from each other and back to the snowy direwolf.

"His name suits him well. He is quite soundless—and he has such white fur." Diana commented with a grin that showcased her pearly teeth.

A smile graced the man's handsome-albeit tired- face. "I'm not sure that he will want to part from you now, though. He seems fond of you," Jon laughed quietly as Ghost nuzzled his head further into one of her thighs, his left ear twitching occasionally.

"Have you decided on what you're going to do with the prisoners?"

The tiny bit of sparkle in Jon's grey eyes faded as their conversation took on a darker note. "No, I have not." He answered.

Jon clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles clearly straining in thought. He had his own doubts of what he was about to do. Olly, especially, he was younger than his brother Bran.

"Most likely an execution will take place." He calmy said with a stoic expression.

Diana felt a weight settle on her chest and a knot bending in her stomach. "Surely there's another way."

At her exclamation, Jon's dark brows furrowed. They murdered him, their Lord Commander in cold blood then threw my body into the sea. They admitted to the crime. What would she have him do?

"Have you considered sparing them on a probationary period." She suggested. It didn't seem right to her to kill a young boy. "One of them is only a child, Jon."

Jon harshly exhaled, almost growing frustrated at the princess' innocence. She didn't know those men like he did. She never knew what went on outside her island, what men like them were capable of.

"He knew what he was doing, they all did. They don't regret it. If I gave them the chance, they'd have no problem stabbing me in the heart for a second time."

"But they are clearly under the Night King's control." She said. Diana believed that once she rid this world of the destructive creature, those men would see the error of their ways.

Winterfell's Bastard shook his head in disbelief. "Everyone has their own free will, Diana. These men made their choice, they have to face the consequences."

They were murderers, they did the crime, they had to pay the price.

Diana didn't know what to say next. She closed her eyes, remembering words her mother repeated on numerous occasions. 'The mother forgives those who kneel before her and ask for it, but the warrior punishes those who believe themselves beyond the reach of justice'.

It was crucial to punish those who have broken the law. And while the gods can forgive those who ask for mercy, they cannot force mortals to do so.

Diana exhaled sharply. "I understand." She muttered.

It was something he had to do.

⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

Princess Diana loved when the cold wind hit her face, blowing her silky locks off her shoulders. In all honesty, the cold climate agreed with her, the structures surrounding her all looked slightly snowed. She calmly watched the men attend to their duties down below.

Jon had done exactly what he was going to do; he executed the men that had betrayed and killed him. Diana didn't leave her room at the the time, only watching the scene play out from the chamber's window. She had closely monitored each and every expression on the guilty men's faces, and it bared no remorse-only fear.

A sound of a horn blared throughout the courtyard, grabbing her attention. Men shouted, commanding the ones who guarded the southern gate to open it.

The Amazon began to make her descent on the wooden stairs as she saw three new faces, mounted on horses, she hadn't encountered them in her brief stay.

The most noticeable one was a blonde female, very tall and muscular. With a physique that only a numbered few of the amazons possessed. Her built was truly impressive, armor wrapped a her sturdy body. The great woman managed to intrigue her for some seconds.

The other two were a short male and a tall red haired girl; not as tall as the well built blonde. All three seemed tired and run down from their travels.

The Princess noted that the redhead frantically dismounted from her horse and started spinning around slowly, drinking in the faces of all the men in the courtyard, like she was looking for someone. With her gaze landing on someone, said girl halted her search, Diana followed her line of sight and found that it was Jon.

The former Lord commander- he had just renounced his title earlier to his friend Ed- ran down the stairs and stopped before the blue eyed girl.

The two paused for a moment, too stunned to even speak when they saw each other, but quickly shared a loving embrace after their long and tragic separation, tightly holding one another for dear life.

"Who's that?" Diana curiously asked Ed who made his way down, as well. Jon's friend looked up to the gorgeous female and held back a blush, swearing off of women for god knows how long and then seeing such beauty was physically hard for a man. Diana turned her head to him, her long wavy hair swaying as she did. She waited for his answer.

"That's Jon's half sister." Ed answered, having calmed down. His answer made the Amazon beam in delight, she was absolutely happy for them both, the two clearly having been through a lot. Jon placed his hands on his sister's shoulders, giving her warmth and leading her inside the castle.

"Good for them." she whispered to herself.

⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

Diana walked through the training grounds, observing as the men of the watch dueled with one another. They were no where near the level of the Amazons when it came to strength, agility, technique, or speed, but they certainly worked hard. She watched as the burly woman from before training with the boy who came with her and Jon's sister, Sansa. The Princess approached the two, and placed her hands on her hips, the movement pushing back her black cloak and revealing her legs that her armor failed to conceal.

Podrick Payne held the sparring sword in hand and moved sideways to find an opening to attack Brienne, when the foreign beauty came into view. Eyes widened when he saw her, his lips parted. She was not only beautiful but tall with a lovely figure that her cloak couldn't hide, he let his eyes trail down to gaze at her lengthy legs.

"Focus, Podrick!" Lady Brienne's shouting voice snapped the young squire from his thoughts, he tried his best to do as told and keep focus. The tall blonde swinged her sword at Podrick and he successfully blocked her blow, but she took an advantage of his unsteady stance and kicked him in the shin, tripping him. She approached the young boy, offering him her hand. "You were moving your feet, plant them next time." The squire nodded, thankful for her advice.

"The more still you are the easier you become a target, don't you agree?" Diana finally spoke, holding back earlier in fear of distracting them-not knowing her appearance was already a distraction to begin with.

"I'm sorry, and you are?"

Diana was sure that the taller woman's scowl was just a force of habit, not particularly trying to intimidate her, not that she could.

"Diana of Themiscyra." The amazon greeted with short bow of her head, and extended her hand to shake the blonde's.

"Brienne of Tarth." Brienne said, shaking Diana's hand.

"I can't say I've heard of The Miscyra before, my lady." Brienne spoke. The raven haired had the appearance of a foreigner, from Volantis or the other free cities perhaps.

Diana smiled, "It's an island beyond what known to man." She answered.

The former Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon furrowed her brows in question. "Is it north of the Wall?"

Diana nodded.

"Would you care for a duel, Lady Brienne? I haven't trained in days and I'm getting quite restless." Diana offered, beginning to shed off her coat and revealing her bare shoulders and armor. Brienne's eyes went wide open before she sprinted to close the cloak around the tanned female's form once more. Diana titled her head, not comprehending what she had done wrong.

"You can't, my lady-" Brienne hurriedly began, but what she saw made her freeze, more like who she saw.

It was the red woman who killed Renly Baratheon with blood magic.

The blonde stepped back from the amazon who looked at her in pure confusion.

"Excuse me." Brienne darkly mumbled before grabbing her sword and walked towards Ser Davos and Lady Melisandre.

A frown came to the princess' lips as she stared at the tall woman's back, she radiated such sorrowful bloodlust.

Diana turned to Podrick who awkwardly smiled at her, and she returned the grin.

"Greetings, M'lady, I'm Lady Brienne's squire." Pod introduced, still mesmerized by the tanned female. Diana only tilted her head. "What is a squire?"

"Oh I just do as what M'lady commands and I go where she tells me to go." He answered, a squire being an unpaid attendant to a knight.

"Well where I'm from that's called slavery." Her response made the younger man chuckle.

⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

Diana was restless.

She impatiently tapped her booted foot on the stony floors. Her reason for leaving her home and island was to slay the Night King and end his reign of terror. But here she sat, no where near the dark creature and doing nothing.

The Amazon's enhanced hearing allowed her to recognize the light footsteps heading towards her room. Jumping to her feet off the bed, Diana walked across the room and opened the large door to see Jon's sister. Sansa had her right arm raised and hand in form of a fist about to knock on the door before it flew open. A look of surprise flashed on Sansa's before she replaced it with a courteous grin.

"Hello. Diana, I believe." Sansa trailed, looking at the dark haired female. She was still wary of the taller woman, even after Jon rambled on how she saved his life.

Said female's lips stretched into a wide smile. "Yes, and you're Sansa, Jon's sister. Please do come in." She gestured.

Sansa took the invitation. The girl looked better since Diana last saw her, earlier she was covered in dirt and her hair was knotted and not as well combed as it is now. Now she was more beautiful and radiant.

"Jon sent me. He told me what you've done for him. How you brought him back..." Sansa declared, halting in the middle of the room.

"It was my pleasure. But I'm still waiting for him to take me to the Night King. Once he's done doing what he needs to of course." Said the Amazon, her words visibly affecting the young lady. Jon told her what he'd seen, what he'd fought, being killed, and how he was brought back to life by the Themiscyran Princess.

It was a lot to process. It was a dream that went beyond their reality. Walking dead men, an army of them led by a living dead king. And the woman who claimed to know how to defeat him.

"You said Jon sent you?" Diana’s inquiry broke Sansa from her thoughts.

"Yes," she began, laying the dress she had hugged closely to her chest on her arms for display. "he thought it would be best if you dressed in something a bit more... conservative." Explained the redhead, attempting her best not to offend the taller woman.

There'd be no nicer way of telling her that her 'armor' was only something to be worn by harlots.

Diana licked her lips in thought, before she nodded. "Perhaps you're right. I can see that your style greatly differs from of where I'm from." She gratefully received the dark green gown, inspecting it.

"Where you're from? Themiscyra?" Sansa questioned, sitting down. "Jon said it was north of the Wall. " She trailed, her half brother told her of the green lands and majestic looking hills, from how he described it, he seemed like he didn't want to leave. It was difficult to believe that a tropical paradise existed beyond those icy structures. But then again, the true North has never been properly explored, perhaps it did house places similar to the place the raven haired woman came from.

"It's a beautiful place, Sansa. Always sunny, always bright. The sea around is so blue, full of colorful fishes. The city is made of rock, full of statues and septs." The princess could feel the nostalgia washing over her already.

"You miss it very much, don't you?" Sansa asked, sitting by Diana's side.

Diana sighed. "I do. When I was there, there was nothing I wanted more than to leave, to see the rest of the world. And I still do, but… It's my home. It's where my mother, aunt and sisters are."

Lady Bolton couldn't help but notice the similarities between her and Diana; they both were in a rush to leave their nests. She just hoped the dark haired woman doesn't suffer from her same fate.

"And where are you from, Sansa?"

"Winterfell is my home." The blue eyed girl answered, a bitter look settling on her face. "It was taken from us by the Boltons and that bastard, Ramsay." She spat out, her aggressive tone surprising Diana. The latter frowned at the misfortunes the girl had suffered through, perhaps just like her brother. "I'm so sorry. Would you like talk about it?"

Sansa cleared her throat, not yet ready to delve back into the horrors Ramsay put her through with a stranger. "That's a tale for another time. For now, why don't you try this on." She suggested, in an attempt to change the subject.

"Very well" With a reluctant sigh, the raven haired took off her cloak.

It was evident to Sansa that she had her work cut out for her, what with Diana’s red, blue and golden armor that covered so little.

Themiscyra's Princess reached a hand to her back to remove the sword and the Valriyan stone shield from their holster. Sansa, in act of kindness, offered a hand to put away the items for the Amazon so she can put on the dress. Diana pursed her lips before reluctantly handing the gifts of the gods to the younger girl, whom by the looks of it, couldn't handle the weight of said weapons.

That's heavy. Sansa thought, trying to lift the shield that had dropped to the floor with a loud clang and dragged her down with it.

"Here, let me." Said Diana before easily lifting the protective shield and placing it on the bed. Her strength amazed the red haired girl. Sure she'd met her fair share of strong women, Brienne mostly, but the latter's build explained it. Diana, however, only being tall and having slightly muscled upper arms, didn't appear all that strong.

Diana had never felt so trapped before in her entire life. She couldn't breathe, her entire body felt constricted and too hot. She could barely move; it was a kind of torture she had never experienced before

With an attempt to raise her leg in a kick after she'd put on the dress, Diana questioned incredulously. "How can a woman possibly fight in this?"

What was the point of covering themselves with so many clothes that even walking became a difficult thing to do? And what was their problem with showing skin?

In spite of her uncomfortable stance and fidgety posture, Sansa had to admit to her self how good the gown looked on the older girl. If it had been herself from six years go, Sansa would have scowled and scorned the female for being more beautiful than she was
Appearances were the only things running through her childish mind back then.

"It's quite beautiful, though." The Amazon complimented. Sansa's lips raised into a smile. "I made it, actually."

"You should be very proud." Said Diana, admiring the red head's sewing skills. "I just believe that gowns aren't for me."

"You sound just like my sister Arya. She never did like dresses." A nostalgic smile raised on the blue eyed girl's lips, remembering her little sister. Sansa's devotion to the traditional, refined "feminine virtues" caused friction between her and her blunt, tomboyish younger sister, with whom she had a sibling rivalry.

"And where is she now?" Grinned Diana.

Lady Bolton sulked, gulping harshly. "I don't know, I haven't seen her since our father was beheaded for a crime he didn't commit."

Hearing those words, Diana gulped in distress, her mind unable to comprehend the injustice.

Man was supposed to be just. This sort of thing wasn't natural, but the Night King was at fault, and she was going to fix it.

The Princess approached Sansa, she took both her cold hands and enveloped them in her warm ones, her lips forming a sympathetic smile. Sansa had to admit that the small gesture did slightly make her feel better.

"But I do know she's well and that's what matters." She announced after clearing her throat. Her angst remained in her response and made Diana give her hands a squeeze.

"My aunt used to say, a scorpion's sting, if it doesn't kill you, it shall protect you from a snake's venom." She began, remembering Antiope. "All the losses you've endured, I'm sure that it made you the person standing here. A warrior."

Sansa raised her brows, and held back a smile. "I don't know how to fight or use a sword." Her humored response made Diana release a laugh.

"We are all fighting our own battles, just as I'm fighting mine, you are fighting yours. The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be, remember that."

The two females exited the chamber and headed towards the dinning hall, arms interlocked with one another. Walking in the large, room, their eyes landed on Jon who stood there alone. Sansa walked to her brother, grabbing his attention.

Winterfell's bastard glanced in front of him to see Diana who still stood by the threshold of the hall's entryway. He let out a deep breath once he got a good look of her.

She was absolutely breathtaking.

Her shoulders and collarbones were exposed, revealing her tanned skin while the mossy green piece of clothing fit each delicate curve of her body.

Jon felt slightly relieved as she wore this dress. Now that her legs were covered, he felt he could safely gaze upon the girl without such tainted thoughts. However, now that he had been given a brief taste of what was hidden underneath the length of her skirts, he could not help but let his mind wonder what the rest of her tender body looked like beneath the winter cloth.

Her luscious hair which had been down for most their travels, was now pulled into a loose bun, a few strands framing her cheeks, flaccidly kissing it with every step she made.

Walking towards the two siblings, Diana gave Jon a 'What do you think?' look, as he had been the one to suggest her change of clothing. His lips raised into a smile before he looked down to the floor for a few seconds.

"Lovely." Answered the man and realized Diana didn't stick around for his answer as she now paced around the room and looked around her.

A look of disappointment was sent from Jon to his sister. "The whole point was to make her less.. distracting." His voice faded out as he gazed at the princess.

"What will you have me do?" Questioned his sister, mouth half-open in amusement. She could tell that Jon was mesmerized by the foreign beauty.

"Here. Tell her to put it on." He demanded, throwing his winter coat to Sansa.

"Oh really? A coat? She suddenly won't be the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?" Sansa teased sarcastically, and finally released the smile she'd been holding back.