TYRION Lannister was a thinking man. When he looked at the world, he didn't see the certainty provided by faith. No. He saw possibilities, questions, puzzles to be solved. He didn't want to hear that it rained because the gods wanted it to rain, no, he despised that simplistic answer with a passion; he wanted to know how it happened. He wanted to understand every single thing that happened in this world, and for the most part, he could do it, with variant degrees of success.

And yet, no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't comprehend Diana of Themiscyra.

Her rumored strength, speed and resistance, so incredibly off the charts that The Mountain would look like a simple man at her side. Jon Snow's own household guards and Ser Davos spoke incessantly about the way she could fight, always in complete control of everything that happened around her, to the point that she could deflect arrows with her bracelets. Of course, he didn't believe in that. To him, it was bloody nonsense. But the truth remained that she was one big mystery to him.

That fascinated him.

Her possession of a piece of glowing rope that could force people to tell the truth; add to that her mastery of every single language in existence, be it her capacity to speak them or understand their written form.

He was present when Missandei-acting on the queen's command- provided Jon and Diana with the men and tools they needed to dig for the dragonglass. The Naathi woman found that the Amazon was fully capable of speaking High Valriyan to the unsullied soldiers, and was pleasantly surprised at her beautifully fluent way of speaking the dying language.

In a lighthearted attempt to compare the languages they mastered, the two women began to speak to one another in the foreign tongues.

However, the Queen's handmaiden and advisor was astonished when Diana continued to speak in languages she had never encountered before.

Missandei, who spoke nineteen languages, fell behind to Diana. So naturally, Tyrion had a long list of questions he didn't know how to answer.

And the fact that she was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen -and he had seen lots of beautiful women all over the world- didn't hurt his desire to know her better either.

The half-man treaded lightly, entering the Chamber of the Painted Table to discuss his strategies with Daenerys. But to his surprise, the same woman he thought so incessantly of was present in the hall instead.

When he met his eyes with hers, stupefaction added to the range of emotions on his face. Gorgeous as she was, Diana was not like other women at all and that made it awkward to try and speak to her while they were alone- especially after the embarrassing stuff he shouted about her under the effects of her glowing lasso two days prior. 

"Lady Diana," He acknowledged her presence, nodding curtly. "Pardon me, Princess Diana." He corrected himself, approaching the taller woman.

The Chamber of the Painted Table was the main hall in the castle of Dragonstone. It is accessed through a passageway located just behind the right hand of Dragonstone's throne.

The room was named after the table that dominated the room, carved in the shape of Westeros and engraved with its major cities and landmarks. Diana took her time to admire it as she had waited to meet with the Targaryen Queen and attempt to convince her to fight alongside them in the Great War to come.

Smiling, the Amazon gently shook her head, her silkly hair cascading with the motion. "We're not in Themiscyra, so I'm not a princess here."

The Lannister was surprised at how humble she was. Of all the unbelievable things Diana said, the fact that she was a princess was the thing that made so much sense. She was truly the picture of of royalty, with her regal presence and eloquent beauty, there was no doubt in Tyrion's mind.

Diana sat by a chair near the fireplace, her eyes following Tyrion as he moved to sit beside her. He was wrapped in dark ropes, the color of House Targaryen. The pin of the Hand of the Queen that was perched on the right side of his chest shone in the sunlight that entered the hall from the giant window.

"From what I hear, you have some very interesting stories to tell." The Dwarf began after settling down on the wooden chair. He was eager to discuss what he'd heard from Jon Snow and his Household Guards.

"Do I?" She asked, smiling softly.

"I hear the island you come from is only populated by women, is there any truth to that rumor?" Tyrion was practically gushing as he questioned the woman.

"It is true, only Amazons are allowed on Themiscyra."

Tyrion's blond eyebrows furrowed, displaying his curiosity. "Well then how do you breed?"

"We don't." Was her simple reply.

"Shouldn't you all have gone instinct thousands of years ago if that were the case." Tyrion said, his logical tone fluttering in his tongue.

"Amazons are different from humankind, the aging process is awfully slow when it comes to us."

Tyrion paused. He didn't know what to make of her statement. It had been approximately eight thousand years since the Long Night. Was she saying that they lived that long?

"So your people are immortal?" His disbelief peaked throughout his facial expression. And he held back his suspicion that was urging him to declare her words to be nonsense.

"No," The Princess shook her head. "No one truly is. We can be killed but not as easily as your kind is."

"Fascinating."

That was all he could say. And the room went quiet for a moment afterwards.

The Lannister thought to himself for the entirety of the silence and once he found a peculiar inquiry, he was quick to ask it. "Well then, how were you born?"

"I wasn't. My mother sculpted from clay and I was given life in the light of the Seven. Unfortunately there are no children in Themyscira. Well, except me, I was the last one. So in truth, I'm not really a true Amazon."

"Huh..." The Imp paused for a moment before saying, "Well around here, babies are made differently."

Tyrion tried to explain, while she kept staring at him in curiosity. Diana was peculiar, no doubt- she possessed quite an intelligence but had a naivety that had left him wondering if she's ever been outside.

After comprehending what he was hinting at, Diana scoffed. "You refer to reproductive biology?"

"Yes, yes." He was quick to nod.

"Yes, I know. I know all about that." She said.

"I mean, I refer to that among... Other things." Now Tyrion was red, which was very weird; he had never been embarrassed when talking to a woman. But Diana really was one of a kind.

Diana raised both her dark eyebrows, amusement apparent on her face. "The pleasures of the flesh?"

"Do you know about that?" He asked, his voice out of tune.

Diana answered. "I've read all twelve volumes of Clio's Treatises on Bodily Pleasure."

"Wow, all twelve, huh." Tyrion brought the cup of wine closer to his lips to drink. "Did you bring any of those with you?" He began to smile after taking a sip.

Diana suddenly smiled too; and she looked smug for some reason. "You would not enjoy them."

"I don't know, maybe I would. I like to read." He said, smiling.

"No, you wouldn't." She maintained.

"Why do you say that?"

Diana's smile got wider.

"They came to the conclusion that men were essential for procreation, but when it comes to pleasure..." The Amazon opened her arms, shrugging with a sigh. "unnecessary."

"No, no, no." He protested, looking in shock at her. "That is far from the truth."

A soft laughter rolled off her tongue like a melody. Not like a minstrell's bawdy ballads, but light and airy, like fairy song meant to soften people's hearts and ignite wonder in minds- making Tyrion chuckle, as well.

"So you've never..." He began to ask, attempting to insinuate any sexual activity on her part, the curiosity was entangled in his tone.

She just scrunched her eyebrows.

Tyrion sighed. "You and Jon never...?"

She still didn't seem to know what he was talking about, and for some reason, he was too shy to use any specific words to ask her. "I-I meant if you are together."

Diana looked at him, finally; but not the kind of look he wanted, she was looking at him as if he was an idiot.

"He's not here."

Tyrion closed his eyes for a moment and sighed.

"I mean, are you lovers?" He tried to explain. He had suspected that there was something going on between the two of them. There was the way she looked at Jon; and the way he looked at her. All the signs were there for him to notice. Lingering eyes, small touches, always together. He would smile sadly for himself with the little actions of affection between the two.

By the look of understanding on her face, she had finally got it.

"No," She denied, almost to herself, as well. "There are far more important things at hand." Her face seemed to look sullen after her last words, and Tyrion hoped he didn't offend her.

"I hope I didn't cross a line. I just noticed how very close you and Jon Snow are." The Lannister exclaimed.

"We work well together." She declared, smiling to herself.

"So I've heard." He nodded.

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The meadow was a glorious expanse of grass and wildflower, the sage grass rustling gently in the light breeze. The land seemed to roll in for miles, the landscape beautiful and vast.

Themiscyra's Princess never got the chance to meet with Daenerys earlier, but she was told that the queen would be taking a stroll at the moment. And she figured if she were to wander around the island, she was bound to meet with her.

Awaiting patiently, Diana's brows raised as a dangerous shadow appeared in the distance, followed by a mighty roar.

Teeth bared ferociously, one the dragons landed, flapping his wings proudly as the ground shuddered beneath his powerful body, a cloud of dust rising from the impact.

Letting out a ferocious snarl, Viserion reared his head downwards, the setting sun catching his scales ever so beautifully in the light.

And Diana smiled brightly, practically gushing in awe.

Eyes a piercing red, slit pupils holding a spark of intelligence, scales as bright as the sun, teeth as sharp her blade, and skin thicker than any armor created, this dragon was strong and terrifying, but not to Diana.

Her hand slowly raised and reached out to rub the creature's nose. Once she did, she felt the toughened scales coarse beneath her soft fingertips.

Meanwhile, the Targaryan Queen was approaching the area, Missandei walking by her side and guards following suit. She smiled once she saw one of her children and went to closer to it.

Pausing, Daenerys peeked around the mighty beast's head; stood tall and proud was Diana, her black cloak bellowing rather dramatically behind her. And Daenerys' fair brows furrowed in concentration.

"Not many people can approach my children so readily, Lady Diana." She announced, walking softly towards the Amazon. While Missandei stood in place, astounded by Diana's courage.

"Is that a polite way of calling me reckless, Your Grace?" Diana quipped, her lips in a small smile as Daenerys beamed back at her. "Perhaps." She mused.

The setting sun lit up the Queen's silver, rather complex braid.

Low pitched rumbles left Viserion's mouth, nose puffing air as he crooned almost affectionately. It was practically purring at Diana's delicate touch, and that astonished Daenerys. She took hint of Diana's inquisitive look and began to explain her bewildered expression.

"I've never seen him so affectionate to someone other than me before. It comes as quite a shock, believe me." Daenerys spoke of Viserion who moved his beady gaze from Diana, then to his mother.

The loathing fiery glare that always lingered in his eyes to strangers was long gone, now replaced by warmth and affection to the Amazonian Princess. It was different to how he acted around Daenerys' advisors and the people surrounding her. It wasn't that he was tolerating Diana's presence for the sake of his mother.

Viserion actually liked her.

"From what I gather, you're the first person in centuries to ever hatch dragon eggs. I didn't think you'd be surprised at anything." Diana said, a soft grin gracing her lips.

The rising breeze continued to rustle the skirt of Daenerys' dress, and her silver braid swayed ever so slightly. She looked back at Diana, studying her with more attention. Daenerys knew she was a beautiful woman; she wasn't arrogant about it, but she knew. Compared to Diana, she felt, maybe for the first time, normal. Completely average. And she imagined most women would feel like that, or worse, by Diana's side.

Nimble fingers of the Targaryen moved to rub the scales above the nostrils, pressing firmly as Viserion's eyes flickered back in satisfaction. The beast huffed lazily, the hot air he puffed out of his nose tickled the queen's hand. Daenerys stroked the underside of his jaw as she met his gaze.

"I named him after my brother, his name is-" Daenerys was interrupted by Diana’s voice.

"Viserion." She said, surprising the silver haired woman. "He told me. He loves you very much."

"How?" Daenerys' breathing hitched, stupefaction taking over her features.

A soft sigh left Diana's petal lips. "My mother always said that I was blessed by the gods with a unity with beasts, the ability to communicate with them."

Interest peaking, the Queen smirked. "That's a quite useful gift. But they're not just beasts to me, you know. They're my children. They're the only children I'll ever have."

Diana didn't know how to answer, but gazed gently at the fair woman.

After giving him one last caress, Daenerys turned on her heel, taking place by Diana's side.

Viserion let out a growl before he took several steps forward, clawed wings digging into the ground before he lifted, releasing a roar as he joined his siblings.

"He's beautiful, isn't he." Daenerys beamed proudly, her bright eyes and Diana's chocolate ones fixated on the dragon's retreating large figure as he soared through the sky.

"Indeed he is."

The Last Targaryen's pearly smile fell as she turned her attention away from Viserion, her silver braid swinging with her swift movement. "When Ser Davos said that you fought by their side..." She began, hesitant. "He said you defeated men by the thousands in battle." Even though she was beginning to believe them, the Queen still had a hard time fathoming what Davos had said. That part in specific, intrigued her.

"I'm an Amazon... We were raised to be warriors. Although I believe Ser. Davos was exaggerating a bit." Diana said, a forced smile creeping up to her lips.

Daenerys looked at her questioningly. "You don't seem very proud of being called the heroine of a battle."

"Fighting doesn't always make you a hero." Diana said, exhaling sharply.

Realizing that she now had an opportunity to convince Daenerys to help them, an idea popped in the dark haired woman's head. "Would you mind coming with me, your grace? I was wondering if you'd like to see something that might interest you."

With a lick of her lips, Daenerys reluctantly nodded. "Very well."

And then they walked across the field towards the beach.

Daenerys, Missandei and Diana all walked in front of the queen's dothraki men. Diana was no longer greeted with lust-filled and degrading glances from the bodyguards. Which was understandable, since the Dothraki respected force, and thus only respect those who are able to successfully resist them. And once the Amazon made that display and successfully fought off one of their strongest, they came to begrudgingly respect her, as well.

Prancing to the beach and almost approaching the cave, the group were greeted by Jon- who smiled politely upon seeing them. "It's good to see you here, your grace, we had something to show you." He exclaimed.

Diana watched as Daenerys ordered her Queensguard to wait for her there and continued on with the path towards the King in the North, the other two females followed. She didn't take note of the soft gaze Jon's onyx eyes were sending her. The dark haired man found that Diana could make all the tiredness of his day being wash off of him just by a quick look at her beautiful smile. Even if she didn't make his heart flutter every second.

The four of them then walked in silence on the humid sand that made up the beach.

"We wanted you to see something before we start hacking it to bits." Jon glanced from Diana to the last Targaryen.

As they entered the cave, the darkness caused Diana to slightly shudder. She was thankful when Jon brought in a torch that was offered to him by one of his northern guards.
"Well, this is it. All we'll ever need."

They walked deeper and deeper into the cave, its walls shone like stars on a night sky due to the dragonglass. The King in the North looked at Daenerys briefly who took a couple of meters ahead of them, the more he stopped, causing Diana to copy his action.

"Is this all you wanted to show me?" Asked Daenerys, turning to the two, she was clearly captivated by the stones.

"No, there's something else, your grace." Jon retorted.

The three again started walking, now Diana and Jon ahead of Daenerys who was looking around in awe, she apparently didn't know how beautiful the dragonglass could really be.

Diana froze once her surroundings were illuminated and her eyes fell on the giant mural with the drawings she and Jon had found earlier.

"The children of the forest made these." The dark haired male declared to inform the queen.

"When?" Asked Daenerys. She raised her hand, fingers nearly touching the lines drawn on the walls

"A very long time ago." Jon Snow answered, his voice almost in a whisper.

"They were right here, standing where we're standing. Before there were Targaryens or Starks or Lannisters. Maybe even before there were men." Daenerys commented.

"No," Jon seriously said, approaching another part of the mural, and the two women followed him soundlessly.

The three of them examined the drawm walls, finding representation of three figures.

"They were here together, the Amazons, children and the First Men." Diana exclaimed.

"Doing what? Fighting each other?"
Now Daenerys was beyond intrigued, and why wouldn't she be. This was a chronicle of history older than time.

"They all fought together In the War for the Dawn." Diana replied, smiling softly. "Such harmony out of such horror. It was truly an age of heroes."

Jon nodded. "We need to do the same if we're going to survive. Because the enemy is real. It's always been real."

Daenerys tore her eyes from the walls and moved them to Jon. "And you say you can't defeat them without my armies and my dragons?"

"No, I don't think we can." Was Jon's truthful answer, throwing a concise look at Diana.

"We can't do this alone. We need you"

"I will fight for you. I will fight for the North." At the queen's words, Jon and Diana exchanged elated glances, which quickly died down by the Targaryen's next words.

"When you bend the knee."

A/N:

Okay so just to say, this update was long over due 😂💔 It's just been so hard with this pandemic, especially with me being a medical worker, so there's basically no time for me to properly sit down and do this nowadays 😭

But any who, I hope you enjoyed this update!

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