THE shadows living in the interior of the boat escaped from the fire of small candles hung from the walls emanated quietly.

They've been sailing to Dragonstone for a fortnight. Thankfully, the winds that carried them from White Harbor were kind, they would arrive soon.

Diana walked through the long corridor with small steps, adjusted to the strange movement in which the ship danced on water. She halted once she came to a door larger than the others.

She tapped softly on the door of the cabin where Jon stayed in.

"Come in." The northerner's exclamation was muffled by the thick wood from which the door was made. Her slender fingers turned the knob of the door, opening it slowly, and when it was completely open, she found Jon Snow with his back to her, resting his hands lightly on a desk on which a large number of unraveled scrolls and pieces of parchment covered its surface. Everything was in perfect order inside his chambers- except for the messy table.

He turned his head to see who was interrupting him with a somewhat serious expression, but at seeing Diana standing in the threshold of the room, his frowning quickly dissipated and his face softened, eyes basically crinkled with happiness. "Diana."

"Enter, please."

At his indication, the woman entered the room and then closed the door behind her, walking towards him. "Jon, I hope I'm not interrupting."

The moonlight came in through a large round window that was high up on the wall. The illumination allowed the king to take note of her outfit. Her warm and loose night dress displaying her tanned shoulders; upon which her dark silky tresses fell. The lace white dress the ravenette adorned wrapped seductively around every curve of her womanly body.

A short stutter left his parted lips before he spoke correctly. "N-no, not all. In fact, I could use your help."

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked with something of amusement and pity in his tongue.

"Not particularly." She answered.

He gave her a smile that didn't reach the end of the right corner of his lips. "We should rest, we'll soon be in enemy territory for all we know." He explained.

He was not wearing his usual Stark armor or the dark direwolf cloak, but instead he was covered by a gray cloth camisole and loose pants. On his face, Diana could see a swirl of emotions, in which restlessness shone above all. The exhaustion becoming prominent on his features.

"What are you doing?" She asked, looking over at the papers splayed upon the wooden desk.

"I asked Maester Wolkan to search for every faded scroll we had about the Long Night. We may find something that lets us defeat the Army of the Dead for good." He said, his hands leaning against the table in front of him.

She took a scroll in her hands and carefully examined it, the words were fading and somewhat incomprehensible. "I see no one took their time to properly chronicle your history." Diana's humorous words were breezy, her voice calm.

The King in the North let out a soft chuckle, making sure it wasn't too loud, and Diana also joined him in his laughter. "You're right about that, yes." He agreed, amusement fluttering in his tongue.

"Please, sit down." He quickly moved to her side of the table and pulled one of the two chairs that were under it, prompting the Princess to sit elegantly as he offered. "Would you like something to drink?"

Diana raised her head to look at him. "I'm good, thank you." She declined, and smiled at him with gratitude.

"What exactly is it that you need to know?" Diana asked.

"Anything we can get our hands on, really." The Snow replied. "In every war, we must know the enemy, but we're completely in the dark when it comes to them."

"No, we're not." The Princess readily interjected, promoting Jon to send her a quizzical look.

"My mother used to tell me stories of our people and her days of battle; about the Long Night." Declared Diana. Hippolyta and Antiope always narrated the story of their people and the War for the Dawn to her as a young child. At the moment, Diana prided herself with the knowledge of their history, it was another way she could help by revealing so she was glad.

But she didn't know the full truth of the past. Her past. And how she came to be.

Jon somehow focused on the part where she said that her mother fought in the Long Night, his eyes widening in disbelief. If Queen Hippolyta fought in the Great War long ago, just how old was she supposed to be.

He truly knew nothing.

"What did she tell you?" The northern king asked before sitting down by her side.

"That long ago, a war ensued between the First men and the Children of the Forest."

Jon readily nodded in recognition. "I know of it, yes."

"They had so many differences, they led different lives, believed in different gods. A time came where they couldn't coexist." Diana explained.

"And then what happened?"

Jon's inquiry caused Diana to pause for a moment, thinking back to the sin the Forest people committed. The Children possessed strong magic powers, but the First Men were stronger, better armed with bronze weapons, and simply more numerous. They realized they couldn't hope to overcome the sheer numbers of humans - but came upon an idea to turn those very numbers against them.

"In desperation, the Children created him, the first White Walker." She announced; her words inducing a soft gasp from the Bastard.

"What?"

"They made him to be their weapon, to fight mankind and protect themselves. But he was a monster of their own making."

Realization then hit Jon Snow, he was the Night King. "It's him, isn't it?"

Diana confirmed with a nod.

"They called him the Night King, the End of Worlds, he lived only to destroy. Thousands fell before his icy blade, and rose again as the Wights, soldiers in his army.

A great winter that lasted a generation descended on the world, followed by a night that went for years. Under the cover of darkness, the White Walkers invaded the realm from the uttermost north, causing immense suffering and destruction."

Jon listened intently to every word she said-some of which he already knew from the stories he heard growing up, but of course this was different. This wasn't a story.

"We all should've died, but we all worked together. Amazons, the Children of the Forest, all the tribes of Man fought side by side. Even the gods themselves acted as one, helped and guided them drive the Night King away, but he was too powerful to defeat. He swore our alliance would crumble. The darkness would cover the realm, and that he would return when it did."

Jon couldn't stop the goosebumps he felt as Diana narrated, the thought of everyone, despite their differences, to unite and defeat their common enemy was surreal.

He recalled what Sam had told him years ago when they first encountered a white in Castle Black, he had read it in a very old book in Maester Aemon's library. 'The White Walkers sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years.' He always wondered what they were waiting for; now he knew.

"Something tells me we won't be able to unite our forces as they once did." Jon exclaimed with a humorless grin. The world still didn't believe in their common enemy, they just wouldn't be able to act as one as their ancestors did.

At the notion, the Warrior Princess pursed her lips. "From what I know, the Children are near extinction living beyond the wall, and the Amazons are on an island they could never leave." She explained.

"And I wouldn't count so much on the tribes of man, we tend to prefer killing each other over working together." Jon bitterly exclaimed.

With a shimmer of hope in her eyes, she met Jon's shadowed ones. "But we can fix that."

"I don't think that's possible." Jon dejectedly retorted, shaking his head.

"You've already achieved the impossible, Jon." Said Diana, a soft smile gracing her eyes and cheeks. "You saved the Free Folks' lives and united them with the northern houses, people who for the longest time despised them."

Jon's lips parted, he felt unworthy of the faith she had placed in him, and didn't know what to say.

He swallowed nervously, feeling trapped in the eyes of the woman sitting in front of him. "You exaggerate, Diana, I didn't do much, really."

"Yes, you did." Unconsciously, she raised one of her hands and placed it on top of Jon's, which was on the armrest of the chair. Her touch was comfortable and warm.

"The Night King not only can raise the dead, but he also raises hate, suspicion, and doubt in people's hearts. Even here within the walls, he sways people to his own destructive will, he distracts man from what's really important." Diana explained. His strategy was divide and conquer, bringing war and havoc to the Father's beloved creation, mankind.

"So, he's making us do his work for him?" Jon asked, distressed as he processed the new information.

Diana sent him a quick nod. "We must convince people to live above the influence. That is how we will prevail."

Her velvety voice spread warmth that only she could provide on the coldest of days.

"And how do we do that?" He softly breathed out.

Diana's hand rose with subtlety from his hand to softly place on his cheek.

Jon didn't know if was it the gentle touch or her voice, but he felt the anxiety leaving him, like poison being drained. He smiled at her, content to just feel her skin for a minute; then she spoke.

"Together."

There she was. The woman who saved his life, who fought by his side against the Boltons, who helped save his little brother from the clutches of death.

They had become extremely close over the many months they spent together, confortable with one another, to the point Jon was having trouble sleeping because she wasn't by his side. She was one of the purest souls he had ever seen, not one grain of evil in her, and Jon could honestly say he admired her.

Diana saw him for what he was and he saw in her an incredible woman, with whom he realized he had quickly fallen in love with.

When he first saw that slip of her and saw a goddess, it was checkmate for him.

They looked at each other, blinkless.
The only sound audible was the creaking caused by waves hitting the surface wood of the ship.

Being the first to come to from their haze, Diana licked her lips before hastily getting to her feet. "I should go."

Jon flinched at how quickly she attempted to leave, but he reacted just in time, standing up to reach for her hand. "Diana" The whisper barely left his throat and slipped through his teeth.

Hearing her name pronounced with such gentleness slightly stunned the dark haired woman. She sighed before hesitantly turning around to face Jon. "Yes?"

He was so close.

Her heart seemed to stop in her chest for a fraction of a second at the proximity of Jon Snow. She felt terrified with Jon's heavy look on her, it showcased a mixture of admiration and adoration.

Their chests almost rested against each other. Her hand finding its way to his shoulder, while his rested on her lower back.

Jon decided that being in this room, with this woman, was right where he wanted to be. He was content.

He couldn't just tell her how he felt, the words wouldn't form on his tongue but he needed to show her that. His hand moved to her chin and guided along her jawline before curling around her neck.

Jon drew himself in, trying to express everything that he couldn't say to Diana with his eyes.

Diana blinked because he seemed closer than before, only a few inches separating their faces. It felt as if the atmosphere had shifted, it was heavy, intense and raw. Diana almost gave in, knowing that deep down, she wanted this.

But a switch flipped deep in her mind; one she tried her hardest to control. This was not what she was supposed to be doing, not where she was supposed to be. It was her duty to kill the Night King, there was no time for romance or distractions.

As the two of them leaned closer to one another, inching closer, Diana jerked back, clearing her throat as cover.

She stepped backwards, out of his reach, her heart broke inside her chest as she saw Jon's crushed face and she had to look away.

"Goodnight, Diana." Jon said, his face scrunched in sullen defeat.

She left his cabin in a rush, and they didn't speak of it afterwards.

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Dragonstone stood majestically on the horizon, and Diana admired the landscape that surrounded them. Her honey orbs guided themselves beyond the small waves that crashed against them and traveled through the ripples of the mountains, the black color of the castle and then down to the yellowish clear and out the shore.

As they approached Dragonstone, they shifted to a smaller boat and were sailing it to the shore.

The Amazon Princess-sitting on one of the benches of the boat- heard the quiet complaint that Jon uttered regarding her change of attire; she was once again dressed in her trusted armor.

"You said so yourself, we're in enemy territory. And the weather is appropriate enough." She argued with wit fluttering in her tongue, a smile stretched on her face as the island reminded her of Themiscyra. Her nose was fully accustomed to the high level of salinity that the whole place emanated.

Diana could see in the distance of the sand that a group of people came out from between the gigantic gate, she supposed they were the welcoming party expecting Jon Snow's arrival.

"Nevermind." Jon shook his head and looked away from the taller woman, a limp and false smile rising to his lips. Undoubtedly, things were slightly awkward between the two after the events occurring the previous night. While Jon attempted his best to not showcase his disappointment, Diana flawlessly pretended as if nothing had happened.

The King in the North watched as the four guards held the oars and rowed in unison. He anxiously observed how the ship in which the had traveled previously moved further and further away from them.

Now, the shore was meters from them, so the guards paddled until the bottom of the boat hit the sand, and stopped. They waited for the northern king to get off, and when he did, he offered a gentle hand to help her off the boat, holding her hand until both her feet were placed on the wet sand.

The Themiscyran Princess raised her gaze from the wet sand so she could stare at the group before her, one of whom was a bearded dwarf, who she deduced to be Tyrion Lannister.

Diana was so busy taking in the people surrounding her and she failed to advance forward along Jon and Davos, so she was positioned just behind them.

Men with course features and clothing, copper skin and tall stature -warriors- guarded the Lord and his companion, a dark skinned woman.

Those men were the Dothraki, without a doubt, Diana thought. She recalled the long conversation she had with See Davos once about these men, apparently one of the best armies in the realm. "Dothraki" literally meant "riders" in their language.

"The Bastard of Winterfell."

To Diana's surprise, Jon's face held no signs of anger at what was presumed to be an offensive greeting.

"The Dwarf of Casterly Rock." Jon retorted with seriousness.

Tyrion smiled with warmth and approached Jon, raising his hand to elicit a handshake.

"I believe we last saw each other atop the wall."

The two then greeted each other properly. And Diana watched their expressions closely, the two men evidently had history together.

"You were pissing off the edge, if I remember right." Jon affirmed in a jestful tone of voice, but his face remained serious as he did. "Picked up some scars along the road."

Since her arrival, Diana felt as most of pair of eyes the savage men, if not all, alighted on her, on her face and figure which her cloak failed to mask, she chose to ignore it at first, but it was slowly aggravating her. Unconsciously, Diana walked from behind Jon and stopped to stand by his side.

"It's been a long road, but we're both still here." The half-man snorted with melancholy and nodded his head. Just as he did it, he saw the woman walk from behind Jon Snow; his jaw slightly dropped. There was a sudden silence around, the men, without exception, turning to look at the dark-haired angel that was standing amongst them.

That had to be the most beautiful woman in the world, Tyrion thought. He had never, in all his life, seen a woman so stunning. He felt his mouth go dry.

Tyrion noticed something... weird about her. She wasn't wearing a dress or even pants, like he'd seen Missandei use sometimes; instead, she was using some kind of cape, made of fur, around her body.

Well, beautiful as she was, she could wear anything she wanted, the half-man supposed.

"There weren't women like her on the other side of the poison water."

One of the Dothraki men exclaimed to his comrade, his eyes licking Diana's form.

"Do all women of this country look like this one? I regret not coming sooner."

Qhono, the current leader of the Dothraki didn't partake in their talk, but he didn't care to stop it either.

Jon narrowed his eyes at the savages who kept leering at Diana with anything but decent eyes. He didn't understand what they were saying, but their eyes looked like they wanted something.

"You think Khalessi will let us have a taste?"

Tyrion, feeling confused at the men's continuous talk, looked up to Missandei to ask her what they were talking about. He understood it was something offensive by seeing the cringe on the translator's face.

"This one has a name." To everyone's astonishment, Diana snapped at the vulgar men in their tongue. As an Amazon, she had the ability to fluently speak, read, and understand all human languages; even currently dead ones. "And I'm afraid you will not be getting a taste of anything."

Missandei of Naath expressed the surprise and amusement in the form of widely parted lips.

"And who might that be?" Tyrion asked after noticing that whatever she said to the intimidating men made them simply look away. Of course, they did not expect her to understand them, now they could be in trouble with their queen.

Grey eyes shone with merriment at Diana's display of her Amazonian knowledge, almost proud of her. Jon pondered for a moment on what he could say in answer to Tyrion's question. "She's my....advisor."

"And she can speak Dothraki?"
The Lannister's awe and Missandei's understandable, afterall Dothraki was difficult for the mouth to master, so gutteral and harsh.

Jon looked over to Diana who smiled beautifully at him, shrugging, he directed his eyes back to the dwarf. "She's a very good advisor." He answered humorously.

"It appears so."

With a nod, Tyrion approached the much taller woman to properly greet her. "I'm Tyrion Lannister."

"Diana of Themiscyra." She said, in an accent he couldn't identify, her voice musical. Diana willingly chose to omit the fact that she was a princess, in order to prevent any confusion in their introductions.

"I never heard of it." He admitted.

"You wouldn't."

He wasn't sure what to think of that statement.

A few seconds later he realized her hand was still raised, so he hurried to shake it; she smiled.

"Pleasure." He said.

"And I'm Davos Seaworth." The Onion Knight announced.

Tyrion's eyes lingered on Diana for a few seconds before turning to Ser Davos, his eyes glinting in recognition. "Ah, the Onion Knight, we fought on opposite sides on the Battle of Blackwater Bay."

"Unluckily for me." Boasted Ser Davos.

The blonde man looked to the woman who was standing in silence all this time. "Missandei is the queen's most trusted advisor."

The woman clasped her hands together and began to speak. "Welcome to Dragonstone. Our queen knows it's a long journey, she appreciates the effort you've made on her behalf. If you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons."

At her last words, Jon and Diana shared a look, and the former briefly looked over to his men before turning back to Missandei, sending her a tight lipped smile. "Of course."

Jon and Davos began unbuckling their belts which held their swords, and his guards did the same. While Diana remained stiff.

Some of the Dothraki approached them and all of them handed over their swords.

The Princess couldn't simply just give away her most prized possessions.

"Diana" Ser Davos said expectantly.

Reluctantly undoing the clasps of her fur cloak to reveal her short armor; much to everyone's surprise. She grabbed the lasso strapped to her waist, and her hand moved to her back, reaching for her sword and shield.

After taking Jon's sword and looked him up and down, Qhono approached Diana and did the same. Not intimidated in the slightest at his proximity, she gave him her weapons, not before dedicating a warning glare to him. "Protect it with your life."

He said nothing in return and left.

Tyrion raised his eyebrows amusedly at the interaction, the fact that she carried such weapons intriguing him.

"Please, this way." Smiling sweetly, Missandei indicated. They all followed her.

Tyrion, walking between both Jon and Diana gave a quick look over the two. "How did you two come to meet?" He questioned.

Diana readily began to answer. "I plucked him from the sea-"

She was quickly interrupted by the dark haired man, he didn't wish to openly speak of his death and resurrection, and knowing Diana, she would spare no details. "It's a long story. We don't have to talk about it right now"

The regal castle of Dragonstone was high upon the hill, overlooking the island.

They climbed the narrow stone stairs that rose up on the cliff of the island and led directly to the its dark color among the minority of blue color that was painted to the cloud sky. Diana of Themiscyra walked just behind Jon and Tyrion, Missandei beside her. She observed everything around her in a nostalgic way, everything of the island seemed to remind her of her home.

She could hear the two men in front of her conversing but chose to drown out their voices as she breathed in the warm air surrounding them. The winds were fierce, but kind all the same.

Just then, a screech was heard from the left in the heights, Diana was first to turn to see the source and she gasped. Feeling her entire being shook when she saw a giant dark dragon flapping its wings furiously towards them and passing over their heads.

Jon Snow and Ser Davos both threw themselves unconsciously to the ground and shielded themselves, but Diana; she stood tall, frozen in place, watching in mesmerized wonder as the dragons flew towards the castle, majestically moving their wings. Diana simply couldn't take her eyes off them until they disappeared beind the gigantic structure.

She never thought in her long years of life that she would see a dragon.

The Amazon then instantaneously shared a look with Jon, who had just gotten off the ground, embarrassment floating in his face.

Tyrion looked at the two with a smile on his face, and then turned his gaze to where the dragons had flown. "I'd say you get used to them, but you never really do."

Diana's head was raised and watched aa now, the three dragons were flying around the top of the castle, dancing in the air as they guarded the structure. "They're magical."

The half-man looked back to the raven haired beauty, slightly surprised at her composed stance, unlike Jon's and Ser Davos nervous looks. "Indeed they are, terrifyingly so, but still." He said.

"Come, their mother is waiting for you."

A/N:-

Eyyyy you guys XD We're finally at Dragonstone!! What are your thoughts so far??