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The Kings Landing Times

Lord of Ice and Fire Trilogy Have Found Their Leads

At long last, after years of searching, the highly anticipated Lord of Ice and Fire films have found the king and queen of the medieval world of Martolkien.

Jaime Lannister of Kingslayer fame has been cast in the role of Elessar, the one true king and the only man who can destroy the Crown of the Dark Lord Saurandyll. Since rumor of his casting was leaked weeks ago many fans have expressed doubt that the actor who perfectly embodies his typecast as the arrogant bad-boy could pull off the humble and noble Elessar. 

The highly coveted role of Asarwen, the mythical mysterious princess who joins seven companions on their perilous journey to destroy the crown and the lover of the king Elessar, will be played by none other than Daenerys Targaryen, a newcomer to King’s Landing and fan favorite for the role ever since the film adaptation of Samwell Tarly’s popular fantasy epic was announced two years ago.

Lannister and Targaryen join previously announced cast members Jorah Mormont as Doromir, steward-prince of Grandeur, Tormund Giantsbane as Gamlee the dwarf prince (another actor who fans rallied for the role as soon as the adaptation was given the green light), Missandei Naath as Froda, a peaceful shepherd whose father unknowingly possessed the crown for years, Barristan Selmy as the ancient wizard Mithrandir, Ygritte Wild as Leggos, a Woodland Elf warrior, and Cersei Lyons as the ethereal Alatáriel, the elf queen. 

Filming for Lord of Ice and Fire is set to begin shooting in the next four months. Pre-Production has been a long nightmare for many involved, from the sheer amount of lore and story packed into each book that could extend each film to well over three hours, to the author and the production team butting heads over creative differences. Fans were unhappy after learning rumors that producer Tywin Lannister planned to make the films much more edgier than what Tarly wrote, even going so far as wanting to change the ending to something less traditionally happy and more cynical and darker. When pressed for comment Lannister stated that, ‘the creative spirit and fantastical essence of Samwell Tarly's massively epic tomes will absolutely be intact. But fans must remember film and the written word are two entirely separate mediums.’

Director Stannis Baratheon has previously acknowledged how grueling and challenging the shoot will be, with filming all three movies in the trilogy and principle production looking to last well over a year, but he has also expressed hope that for fans of the books, ‘the wait will be well worth it…’ 

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TMZ

Actor Drogo Khal In Trouble AGAIN. 

Police were called to a fight at a popular nightclub in Dragonstone after Aqualord Star Drogo Khal got into a fight with a number of people outside the venue. Witnesses on the scene said the actor appeared to be heavily intoxicated. Khal’s longtime girlfriend Daenerys Targaryen, star of the upcoming medieval fantasy epic Lord of Ice and Fire, set to begin shooting next month after nearly two years of pre-production, could not be reached for comment. 

This is not the first time Khal’s bad-boy attitude has landed him in hot water. Click Here for more stories on the actors outlandish behavior.

She tried to maintain the fluttering of nerves in her stomach to a reasonable degree as she walked through the production halls of Casterly Lion Films. After months of auditions, interviews, costume fittings, cruel words on social media and well wishes from her fans, this would be the first time she and the rest of the cast and crew would all come face to face for the read through.

Stannis invited Daenerys for drinks and dinner with the other talent at his home at Storm's End a few weeks earlier but the night she was supposed to get on a plane Drogo called at two in the morning needing bail money. By the time she and him got done arguing after they got home she was in no mood to get on a plane much less put on a well practiced smile she wore far too often.

The hand printed signs on the walls led Daenerys down a long hallway to a heavy wooden door with a black and white printed paper sign on the closed door that simply stated, ‘Lord of Ice and Fire Table Read’. Daenerys could barely contain her excitement as she heard muttering from inside. The crew and cast, some of the best filmmakers and actors Westeros and Esso had to offer was inside that room. 

Cersri Lyons, the femme fatale whose dark and disturbing role in Black Swann gave Daenerys nightmares, Barristan Selmy who made Daenerys weep when he played the title role in the classic Aegon III, a historical drama about a tormented king who had to put together a broken country after civil war, even Jaime Lannister who rose to fame playing the Golden Knight in Kingslayer, an arrogant pompous villain who betrayed his king and country and threw away his honor all so he could wear the crown. Little surprise Jaime was nominated for a coveted Iron Throne, the highest honor someone in their profession could be awarded, for the role considering he was merely playing himself just with far more bloodshed.

Not only was the on screen talent a who's-who of some of the best in the acting business, famous award winning composer Davos Seaworth would be the one to bring the music of the world of Martolkien to life, Tywin Lannister, whose production company produced more Iron Throne winners then the rest of the other big studios combined, would be the producer, and the notoriously meticulous Stannis Baratheon, the genius behind amazing classics such as Jaehaerys’ List , would be the one directing them. 

And the books they were adapting themselves… Lord of Ice and Fire, some of the most ingenious novels Daenerys ever read, took the entire world by storm. Daenerys did not normally read fantasy, thinking it too predictable or childish but when she received over fifty texts and tweets and Ravengram tags a day from fans and friends saying how perfect she would be for the role of the silver haired heroine the day the adaptation was announced, she ordered them, read them all in a week, and fell in love.

Samwell Tarly’s premiere three lore-heavy books told the story of Elessar, the last heir of the king Isildron who defeated the Dark Lord Saurandyll, and Asarwen, the magical dragon-caller immortal daughter of Saurandyll, working together with a group of men and women, elves and dwarves, to destroy the cursed crown that once belonged to Asarwen’s evil father before he could rise again. 

Sword fights, magic, romance, epic highs, heartbreaking lows…These books had it all, but what was more, what drew Daenerys so heavily to them, was Asarwen was terrified of the power of the crown corrupting her, of her fathers malice and cruelty would work its way through her, to become the heir Saurandyll wanted her to be. It was inescapable, she was told, becoming cruel and mad, and it was fruitless trying to use her powers for good instead of evil. But at the end of all things, after all their travels and trials, she proved herself better than prophecy and fate. She helped Elessar destroy the crown, gave up her immortality to save the man she loved, and they both had a long and happy life together ruling the realm of Martolkien together as equals.

Asarwen spoke to Daenerys in a way no other character had before. She too had been abused, she too had a father of less than savory reputation, she too wanted nothing more than to rise above it all. When her agent told her they were FINALLY ready to start casting she pushed hard for the audition. She began wearing corsets and long skirts like her character would be wearing to get used to the way she would move and walk and even took a tai-chi class from a Yiti master so the movements she would use when her character cast magic would look well practiced.

The day she got the call from her agent who only managed to get out three single words, “you got it,” before Daenerys started screaming was the best day of her life. Months later here she was standing outside the table read; ready to meet some of her idols, ready to read the script for the first ever time, and ready to take on the role of a lifetime.

Daenerys took one last deep breath before she steeled her spine, painted a smile on her face and walked in. It was a long, large room, with chairs lining the walls all the way around and a long brown table with bottled waters and a script with a sleek black cover and ‘Lord of Ice and Fire: The Fellowship of Ice and Fire’ emblazoned on front in beautiful and elaborate golden script in front of each chair. People were milling about, talking with one another; crew members, personal assistants, actors with only a few lines apiece… Stannis was already sitting at the head of the table, going through a thick heavy binder with an orange highlighter in hand and a pink, blue and yellow one on standby with Davos looking over his shoulder and pointing to something on one of the pages. Tywin stood in the corner of the room, glowering at something that someone was saying on the phone, and the rest of the more well known talent was moseying about the room in friendly conversation with each other and the actors and crew they knew from previous films. 

Daenerys spotted a girl with beautiful thick curls hiding away in a corner, looking nervously around the room, just as lost as her. Thankfully there would be at least one equally unpracticed talent besides her.

“Hello,” Daenerys greeted her with a friendly smile. The tension melted away and relief flooded her when Missandei realized the same thing Daenerys had when she spotted her.

“I’m Daenerys Targaryen. You’re Missandei Naath right? You’re playing Froda?” Missandei nodded, and took hold of the outstretched hand. “I saw your work in Knights and Order: SVU just last week, you completely blew me away.”

“Thank you,” the girl blushed. And then she added, “I think it’s Union law that you can’t call yourself an actor until you’ve been on one of the Knights and Order .” Daenerys laughed and the girl smiled, and some of the tension left her shoulders. “You were on it yourself, right?”

“I was, it was my second TV show. Do you know I still remember the monologue I had to give in the courtroom?”

“Yours was always one of my favorite episodes.”

“Thank you.” 

Stannis rose to his feet and said they were about to begin. Daenerys gave Missandei one final smile before they both hurried to take their seats, eager to start. Missandei sat further down the table while Daenerys was on the directors left hand side and Jaime Lannister himself sat directly across from her on Stannis’ right. 

He was as every bit obnoxiously handsome as he was in his photos and films, well deserving of Westeros Most Handsome Man award (twice) with an air of pretentious arrogance that already left a sour taste in Daenerys’ mouth. He wore a crimson brace on his right hand, the result of a car crash several months ago, and was talking to a tall ugly girl in bulky clothes with what looked to be a barely healed burn scar on her cheek sitting against the wall behind him, holding a binder, a planner, two cellphones, a pen in one hand and a highlighter in the other. His assistant most likely, the one who pulled Jaime from the wreckage that nearly cost him his hand, the good deed earning her a disfigurement by way of a hideous scar on her cheek. 

Cersei Lyons, classically gorgeous and stunningly beautiful as always, was eyeing the actor with such an hateful gaze it was almost comical. Daenerys recalled how years ago, before she even wanted to be an actor, the two of them played in a low budget CW series called Teen Direwolf . They played rich arrogant siblings, twins actually, but their chemistry was FAR more sexual than it was familial, to the point critics said their scenes were almost uncomfortable to watch. For three whole years they were the Kings Landing It-Couple but eventually they broke it off. There were rumors of abuse and infidelity, drugs and things of a wildly dark and sinister nature, but Cersei would always play innocent, never confirming or denying what he had done to her but always with a well placed tear in her eye. Jaime always refused to talk about it, abruptly ending interviews the moment it was brought up until reporters learned their lessons and the world moved on.

Someone took the seat to her left, drawing Daenerys away from her memories of eagerly reading the supermarket tabloids for the newest update on the golden haired couple. She turned to meet the older man, the actor who died in nearly every feature he was in. 

“Jorah Mormont,” he greeted her in a northern accent, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m Daenerys Targaryen,” she answered, taking his outstretched hand. She tried not to react with anything but a smile when he brought the back of his hand to his lips. Jorah was talented at his craft, of that there was no doubt, and he had never been accused of anything inappropriate but the girls on his arm when he walked the red carpet did tend to favor the younger side.

Stannis cleared his throat and stood, turning every single eye to him. His presence was looming and powerful, and it made Daenerys' stomach start to flutter just by being in the same room with him.

“Welcome, everyone,” Stannis said, looking around the room. “To what I’m sure will be the beginning of something historical, epic and magnificent.” He paused until the applause died down. “Some of you in this room may know of me, others may have worked with me, others may have never heard of me before, but by the end of shooting we will all know one another very well.” He glanced around the room. “I want everyone here to know, I will treat every single one of you fairly. Those with an Iron Throne and 3 pages of monologue, will be treated no better than someone who has a single line and has never appeared on camera before. Every day you will leave your egos at the door and come ready to work.” He looked over at Jaime. “I have no problem replacing anyone who will not do as they're told.” The free eyed man just smirked, and Stannis glowered for a moment before he turned back to the rest of the cast and crew. “Why don’t we take the time to go around the room, introduce ourselves? As I said, I am Stannis Baratheon, I will be the director of these pictures. I have three Iron Throne awards for Jaehaerys’ List , The Kings Speech, and The Essos Patient, and I look forward to getting to know all of you.”

They went around the room, starting with Jaime who was just as obnoxiously arrogant as he appeared to be, and made its way around the table from Cersei, to Barristan, Missandei and all the rest. Some putting on a show, others genuine and sincere, some just said their names and what roles they would be playing, others offering nearly their entire filmography until finally it came to Daenerys. She stood from her chair and smiled at the room. 

“Hello, my name is Daenerys Targaryen. I’m playing the role of Asarwen. This is my first major motion picture role, I’ve mostly done stage and television up until now with a few bit parts in some lesser known movies. I’m just so incredibly excited to be playing this role, and to be able to share this experience and journey with all of you.” 

There , she thought as she sat down to polite applause, short, sweet and genuine…  

Stannis gave a curt nod before he stood again. “Now that we’ve all made our introductions, how about we finally, at long last, open our scripts and begin?”

The cheering filled the room to insurmountable measure. Missandei caught Daenerys’ eye from across the room and the two girls beamed at one another, the excitement bursting at the seams, before they finally opened the scripts.

“Music begins playing,” Stannis read when the excitement dies down. “Nothing is shown but a black screen. Alatáriel voice over begins, a mix of English and whispered Elvish.”

“The world is changed,” Cersei began, her voice soft and eerie and beautiful. “I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.”

“‘Lord of Ice and Fire’ appears on the screen in script,” Stannis said. “The darkness fades to a fire and forge.”

“It began with the forging of the Great Crowns,” Cersei spoke again. “Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine crowns were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these crowns was bound the strength and the will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another crown was made. In the land of Hildor, in the Fires of Mount Bane, the Dark Lord Saurandyll forged in secret a master crown to control all others, and into this crown he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One crown to rule them all…” 

Daenerys read along eagerly, picturing the great battle between man and elves and orcs, the dark lord Saurandyll, and already she had chills and could barely contain her glee. 

“It was in this moment,” Cersei continued the sprawling monologue, “when all hope had faded, that Isildron, son of the king, took up his father’s sword. Saurandyll, enemy of the free peoples of Martolkien, was defeated. 

Stannis spoke again. “Cut to a shot of Asarwen in a billowing black dress, hauntingly beautiful, looking over the battlefield from tall atop a tower. She is utterly blank, emotionless when Saurandyll falls, the first sign of her fathers madness.”

Daenerys furrowed her brow and looked up from the page at Stannis. “I’m… I’m sorry, this is supposed to showcase her madness ?”

“Her father just died and she’s absolutely unfeeling,” Petyr Baelish, the screenwriter said in a snake oil voice. “What would that be other than madness?”

“Well I- I mean, Saurandyll abused her,” another voice, a voice that was small and scared and apprehensive added. They all turned to look at a rather large man with a plump happy face, looking as nervous as a man could be. Samwell Tarly, the author of Lord of Ice and Fire. “He murdered her mother, he corrupted her light magic with darkness, he made her immortal against her will… she never wanted to be the dark lord's puppet.” Sam forced a trembling smile to his face. “Plus that’s- that’s kind of the whole deal, is she isn’t like her father. Asarwen isn’t mad, she chooses good in the end, she chooses love over madness.”

“It’s just a director's note,” Tywin, the only only crew member sitting at the table, declared sharply. The tone of his voice let Samwell know all too well this argument was already over. “The audience will take what they will from that shot.” The large man bowed his head and muttered an apology for the interruption. Tywin looked towards Cersei then and gave a curt nod. “Continue.”

Daenerys face fell as she turned back to the script, all of a sudden feeling a lot less excited than she had been minutes before… 

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“I can’t thank you enough for this, Sam.”

Sam just smiled at his best friend since grade school as he helped Jon carry the large tray of pastries to the long table. “Yes well, it’s the least I could do for the man who inspired the lead character and pushed me to get it published.”

“You already gave me a dedication in the final book, but getting me a job catering to probably one of the biggest movies in history? Saving my restaurant? It’s far more than I could have ever asked for.”

“Well I don’t know about ‘biggest movie in history’ but thank you.”

Jon just grinned as they set the pastries down. “Just like you weren’t sure anyone would read your books? ‘Oh I don’t know if I should even try to get it published, Jon, are people really even into fantasy anymore?’ Three number one best selling titles and millions of fans later…”

Sam blushed and grinned a sheepish little grin as they set it down on the table. “Yes, yes, you and Gilly were right to convince me. But that is why I had them make an official offer to you before I signed the contract.”

Jon made his way down the long table, firing up the chafer dishes and the small grill. “You always were a smart man.” 

He looked up as a familiar gray car pulled up alongside the table, going slow through the thick forests and trees of the Wolfswood that surrounded them, its back seat filled to the brim with paper plates, disposable coffee cups, plastic cutlery and to-go boxes. 

The redheaded girl driving got out and Jon had to bite back a snicker at what she was wearing.

“Don't you laugh,” Sansa, his half-sister and waitress at his restaurant chided. Her dress was pretty but tight and form fitting, her long copper hair was long and flowing, and her heels stood near four inches tall. “You never know if one of the extras don’t show up and they need to use me.”

“It’s going to be just as grueling a day here as it is at the restaurant, and that’s what you’re wearing?”

“You forgot I waited tables at Wolves for over a year.” She grimaced at the foul memories as she carried the plates and cups and the rest of the cutlery to the table. “I know how to bring people food in short skirts and heels.”

“Don't remind me,” Jon grumbled. 

Two years ago his sister told him her boyfriend Ramsey had found her work as a waitress at his father’s ‘restaurant’. What she didn’t tell him was that restaurant was actually a low-class dirty disgusting strip-club called ‘Wolves’. It wasn’t until she called Jon up one night crying and sobbing, begging him to come pick her up and take her to the ER that he discovered where she really worked. When he showed up her dress was torn, bruises littered her body, blood stained the inside of her thighs and all she said was that her boyfriend had ‘gotten rough’ with her when she refused to sleep with one of the establishments most loyal patrons for money. 

Jon spent a week in the hospital with several broken bones in his hand but to this day Ramsey Bolton still needed to eat his meals through a straw.

Sansa poured the grounds into the large industrial coffee maker and shrugged. “I’m just saying, if Stannis needs a pretty elf for a scene for whatever reason I happen to be here already made up… According to TMZ he’s rather fond of redheads.”

“I don’t think they'll need any extras today,” Sam said apologetically, as if he was the one controlling the schedules. “Today they’re shooting Froda and Seanwise hiding from the crownwaiths and then tonight Asarwen gets to have her big romantic scene with Elessar in the Kingswood.”

“So wait, Jaime Lannister is going to be here? Tonight? In a ROMANCE scene ? And I get to watch? Oh my god I’m gonna die. And then cry. Then die again.”

Jon laughed before he poured himself a cup of coffee before straightening out all the creamers and sugars and sweeteners, looking down the table to make sure everything looked perfect. Pastries, crackers, cheese, all types of fruits and vegetables cut up, meats and cheeses for sandwiches and wraps, eggs and their whites, bacon (regular, turkey and soy), a whole assortment of omelet fixings, and sheet pans full of thick fluffy waffles. Nearly all of it was homemade, including several of the dressings. He spent hours last night prepping, and while he knew some days he would need to choose between cooking or being on set serving, it would get to be too much to do both after a while, he wanted to be here for the first day, not just for himself but for his best friend.

Sansa gripped Jon’s arm tight, and when he looked up he saw a large tall and balding man walking towards them. Stannis Baratheon; the first man on set and the first of their customers.

Jon took a deep breath and smiled. “Hello, Sir, what can I get for you?”

“Large coffee, black,” he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat. 

“Right away, Sir.” Jon made note of the order, determined to remember it for next time, and handed the cup to the man. 

“Thank you.” He took a sip and nodded. “That’s good coffee… What's your name?”

“Jon Snow, Sir. This is my sister, Sansa Stark.”

“It is such an honor to make your acquaintance, Mr. Baratheon,” she said with a cool smile as she stuck out her hand. “You know I have a bit of acting experience myself, I played the Barrenness in The Sound of Minstrels at my high school. Everyone said I was one of the best they’d ever seen.

Stannis gave a polite nod and shook her hand, turning to Jon and giving him a firm shake as well. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Samwell,” he greeted the large man with a curt but friendly nod who stammered back a hello in return. 

“Did you see that?” Sansa squealed when the director left. She was beaming with a giddy, girlish excitement, the kind of expression that Jon hadn’t seen since that night at the strip club. “When I mentioned my experience? He DEFINITELY looked like he was interested! When I finally get my big break, they’ll say it all started here.”

Jon smiled. “I’m sure they will, Sansa.”

After that the men and women of the crew started trickling in one by one as the morning wore on, and soon there was a long line that stretched far back and there was no time for Sansa to even breathe much less tall herself up. 

Most wanted coffee, many wanted omelets, some were content with eggs and bacon, a few wanted a whole continental breakfast. One or two would just order for themselves but a lot of them would order two or three breakfasts to take back to their fellow crew mates still working so they could take bites of food and sips of coffee between running around.  It all looked rather frantic and disorganized at first glance, especially for a scene that amounted to little more than two people huddled under a tree while a faceless man in gray and black robes stood menacingly above them, but everyone seemed to know where to go and what to do, and in a chaotic sort of way it all ran quite effectively.

A lot of people introduced themselves to Jon, far too many for him to remember their names just yet but he would try his best, and told them their jobs, most of which he had no idea what on earth that consisted of. There was only one name he recognized, and that had been Stannis. The crownwaith, one of the nine cursed souls of men bound to the dark lord Saurandyll, in this scene was being played by a stuntman of no particular fame, and the two actors Missandei Naath and Podrick Payne, playing Frados dedicated and loyal friend turned eventual lover Seanwise, both of them as friendly enough, had a few shows and small parts in movies between them but nothing particularly memorable.

Jon got to set at 3:30, Stannis at 4:00, it was almost 9 by the time rehearsals started and at around 9:30 he and Sansa were finally given a break. The breakfasts were eaten, the coffees were drunk, and their van was loaded down with empty coolers and dirty aluminum sheet pans, ready to be swapped out with the lunches. 

The two of them sat down on a cooler, enjoying the moment of relaxation they were finally allowed. “You wanna watch the filming and I’ll go and get the lunch stuff then we switch off for dinner?” Sansa asked, eyeing him carefully. 

“Trying to get me to agree to letting you watch night filming?” he asked with a grin. 

“... I mean if it happens to work out that way…”

Jon chuckled as he took a drink of his coffee. “I got Edd coming down with the lunch stuff in about an hour then Grenn is gonna handle the dinner services.”

“So I get to watch all day?!” She wrapped her arms around him, beaming wildly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Quiet on set!” a crewmember gathered around the monitors ordered. Sansa quickly went silent, but nothing could muffle the smile on her face. 

She and Jon turned to watch the filming. There was a small ledge overtop a wide dirt trail, and Missandei and Podrick were laying at the bottom of it as if they had just fell a long distance, her in a simple cotton green dress, him in a brown earthy woolen jacket and pants covered in fresh dirt, and both of them wearing packs on their backs and specially designed shoes designed to make it look like they were barefoot. She was laid out half overtop of him, and their legs were tangled together in a way that looked rather odd at a standstill but would have looked normal if they just rolled down a steep hill.

“Camera ready!” Stannis yelled out, watching the monitor. “Roll on three! And… Action!”

Missandei and Podrick groaned as they sat up wearily, holding each other as if they were in pain. “I told you never trust a Brandybuck and a Took,” the girl groaned as the boy helped her up.

“They were right,” Pod said as they brushed themselves off. “It did end up being a shortcut.”

“A shortcut to what?”

His big brown eyes went wide with excitement. “Mushrooms!”

“Camera two on the mushrooms,” Stannis said, his eyes flickering between the monitors as Pod fell over himself to get to the mushrooms the greens crew planted there two hours or so ago.

“This’ll be great in a nice juicy pie,” Pod said to Missandei who promptly ignored him as she stared down the trail. 

“I think we should get off the road,” she muttered, glancing back at Pod before looking back down the trail. Jon had to bite the inside of his cheek so hard it bled and Sansa had to bury her face in his shoulder and others in the crew also had to keep from laughing as one of the crewmates made a loud screeching sound, presumably to be dubbed in with the sfx later. 

“Bubble lens,” Stannis muttered to the camera operator. “Cue fans.” A large bellowing fan turned on, blowing dry leaves and dirt around Missandei's feet. “Pan up to her face and zoom...”

“Get off the road!” Missandei cried, big brown eyes wide and terrified. “Quick!”

“Cut!” Stannis yelled. “Reset! Naath be a little more angry when you say your opening line. Your friends just made you roll down a hill after being chased by an angry farmer, you’re busted up, you’re in pain… It’s just like a damn Brandybuck and a Took to get you into this kind of a mess. Payne, you just need to sort of shrug it off, ya know yeah they get you in trouble but hey, it got you to the road closer. Also brush her off before yourself, it’s the gentlemanly thing to do. That’s your best friend, you’ve danced together, shepherded together… nothing wrong with you helping her.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright back in position. Dim the lighting a bit. Camera one roll on three… Action!”

It took eighteen different takes before Stannis was satisfied, over two hours of work, all for three lines and perhaps 30 seconds of final product. Sam was beaming the whole time, at one point having to wipe away tears of joy as he watched his characters come to life. 

Sam told Jon that while Elessar and Asarwen were the main characters, fire and ice, the traditional heroes, beautiful and eternal and what everyone loved about the typical fantasy, Frado and Sean was his favorite romance. Frado didn’t care that Sean wasn’t the traditional big strong handsome hero from the stories because he was HER hero, and Sean saw the beauty in the meek, shy kind girl that many wrote off at first glance. They went from friends to lovers, and wound up happily married back in their farm with one plump adorable little son; Little Sean. They weren’t grand prophesied heroes, just two sweet soft innocent shepherds happened to be caught up in the insanity of the larger world, whose fathers were kind loving decent men who would never even dream of hurting their children.

Their next scene was a little further down the trail. What would appear on film as right next to each other was actually a long walk to an area they dug out under an old gnarled tree. They could see Missandei and Podrick jump down, and then they were out of view of Sansa and Jon. They watched as a man in long grey robes and hard armor riding a menacing looking black horse rode overtop of them and paused before he climbed off his mount and got to his hands and knees, right over top of them. They could hear Stannis giving his directions, and the odd screeches. Look more terrified, look more stoic, hold each other tighter, grip the crown closer, look more exhausted, look more alive… But they could only watch for a little while before Edd arrived with the lunch spread and he and Sansa had to do their jobs.

The sandwiches and wraps were still there, but now there was salads with grilled chicken, sliced steak and tuna, crackers, cheeses. He fired up the flat top for burgers and Sansa was in charge of the fryer where tenders and fries went in. Sodas were added to the juices, and, of course, the coffee was refilled.  

Another forty five minutes of shooting passed before Stannis called for lunch, and after an hour they were back at it, filming on the other side of the trail now in some small little hill with tall grass behind them. The actors had to hurry down the hill, gasping and panting, at the last moment Pod slipped, landing flat on his back, staring wide eyed at Missandei. Stannis rolled his hand, a sign to keep going. “What was that thing?” he demanded. Missandei didn’t answer, and instead just stared down at the bag in her hands, running her hands over the jagged edges poking out against the fabric. 

Two hours later, with poor Pod needing to trip and fall now with every take since Stannis decided it worked well for the character, their scenes were done for the day. Pretty soon many of the people started to break down the equipment and after they were done they walked on down the trail to where the busses and cars would talks them back to the hotel. “I thought you were filming two scenes today?” Jon asked one of the crew as he put his sandwich in the press. “With Daenerys and Jaime?”

“Unit two is taking care of that. It’s about a thirty minute drive, only a few of us are on both sets.”

Sansa was heartbroken. Jon too felt disappointment at having to miss the far bigger stars with the far more juicy scene. The crewmember must have noticed their dissatisfaction. “We start shooting in about an hour, hour and half if you guys have anyone you can call to come take your place if you wanna watch.”

“Really?” Sansa beamed. 

“Yeah sure. Just shut down the catering table until your relief gets here and hop in one of the golf carts. No ones gonna take anything, I promise. Fifteen thousand dollar camera, twenty thousand dollar equipment, costumes and props that could be going to museums some day? Security isn't letting ANYONE walk away with what they didn’t come in with.”

So with a call to Edd telling him to ride up with Grenn and telling them both would not only be setting up but also serving, Sansa and Jon headed up with the man not over the nice smooth trail, but through the rough unsteady forest floor. Nearly twice they fell out as the cart shook and bounced when they went over rough patches, and had it not been for the bars they were holding onto they would have. 

Eventually they made it to the set. A small beautiful clearing surrounded by trees, with a brook running through it, with soft blue and white lighting all around them, with almost a spotlight of it in the center of the forest. Jon looked around the set. It was much less crowded than the earlier set, with no horse trailer or stuntmen in sight. Another gulf cart was driving towards them, and when Jon watched as the passenger got off, he took a sharp breath as his eyes fell on what he was sure was the most beautiful woman he ever saw. 

Her dress was long flowing billowing white, near transparent and swaying with every step. Her face was gorgeous, a soft complexion of uninterrupted ivory and long silver hair in loose waves, with only one or two strands pulled behind and bound with a white gems hair piece. A large striking silver jewel hung low between her breasts. He understood now why the fans and even Sam pushed so hard for her casting. Daenerys truly looked otherworldly, ethereal, like something from a dream. If someone told Jon that a supernatural entity existed, he would absolutely believe it was her. But when one of the crew members approached her and said something that made her laugh, Jon couldn’t help but smile as he watched. Her eyes squinted and her nose did the most adorable crinkle he had ever seen as she laughed, looking absolutely human and impossibly cute. 

“Jon!” Sansa squealed, clutching his arm tight and drawing his attention away from Daenerys, her voice a high pitched mess. “Jon, it’s Jaime Lannister! It’s Jaime Lannister!”

He looked and saw another gulf cart pull up, carrying the man his sister had a crush on since she was fourteen and would fight someone if Teen Direwolf happened to be on and the channel was switched to anything but.

Jaime was as handsome as Daenerys was beautiful, with bright green eyes, golden hair and a perfect five o'clock shadow, but there was an arrogance about him from the smirk he wore all the way down to the way he walked that the silver haired girl didn’t seem to possess, at least not as obvious as his. The grey linen shirt and leather trousers fit him well, and on his right arm was something that looked as if it could have been a black fingerless glove from medieval ages but in reality was a brace from when he got into a car wreck several months back. 

The woman following close behind carrying a thick binder was even taller than him, and was bowing her head in hopes of hiding the raised ugly scars on her face. Jon rolled his eyes. If there was ever a type of actor who would need their assistant during a scene that mostly contained a dialogue and kissing, it would be Jaime Lannister.

He turned his attention back to Daenerys, watching as approached Stannis and talked with him for a long while before Jaime came over and joined them. She didn’t look particularly happy with the newcomer joining the conversation… A few minutes later Daenerys and Jaime stood in the middle of the small clearing, the white and blue light shining down on them as they stood inches apart, the ambiance and romance overwhelming. If Frado and Sean’s romance was warm and friendly and classic, then Elessar and Asarwen’s relationship were out of this world, a romance for all the ages, eternal and beautiful…

“Camera ready!” Stannis yelled out, watching the monitor. “Roll on two! And… Action!”

“Why do you fear the past?” Jaime whispered. “You are Saurandyll’s heir, not Saurandyll himself. You are not bound to his fate.”

“The same blood flows in my veins,” Daenerys answered with a tremble in her voice, looking away from him. “The same weakness.”

Jaime lifted her head up so she could look at him. In the monitor was a closeup of his face, and Jon couldn’t help but be impressed at how soft and gentle and loving he was looking at her, as though he truly had loved this girl for a hundred years. There was none of the arrogance or smugness, just a gentle noble humbleness in his love. “Your time will come. You will face the same choice of evil, and you will defeat it. The Shadow does not hold sway yet, not over you and not over me.”

Daenerys smiled, a hint of joy in a world of sorrow. She linked their hands together and brought them between them. “Do you remember when we first met?

“I thought I had strayed into a dream,” Jaime breathed.”

“Long years have passed…” She tenderly stroked his cheek and he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. “We did not have the cares we carry now.  Do you remember what I told you?”

He brushed his fingers up against the silver jewel. “You said you'd bind yourself to me. Forsaking the immortal life of your curse. Your gift.”

“And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

“Freeze, go and get the necklace.” Jaime and Daenerys stood frozen, not even breathing as someone ran to unclasp the necklace and laid it in her outstretched hand before she ran back out of frame. “Camera three close up on his hand, camera one stay on Lannister, camera two on Targaryen. Action!”

“I choose a mortal life,” she whispered. 

Jaime looked at her with wide shocked eyes, shaking his head. “You cannot give me this.”

“It is mine to give to whom I will… like my heart.” Daenerys closed his fingers around the jewel, their eyes gazing into each other for a long while.

“Lean on,” Stannis said, watching the monitors closely. “Slowly… slowly… now kiss.” Their lips met each other and they kissed, slow and soft and beautiful. “Jaime, move your head to the left, Daenerys to the right.” Without breaking the kiss they did as they were told. “Good… okay, Daenerys grab his shirt and take it off.” She gripped the bottom of his shirt and slowly pulled it off, letting it drop to the ground. “Hands come up on the shoulders, lower her dress.”

Jaime’s hands came on her shoulders, the lightest brush of a touch as he lowered the gown from her shoulders, pulling her tight against him to hide even a remote chance of her pasty covered nipples from showing to the camera or the audience. Jon swallowed hard as he watched the woman, now only in a flesh colored pair of panties continue to kiss the golden haired man. “Camera follow his hands, good, just like that, right down her back… wide shot… perfect, cut!”

Something happened then that Jon didn’t expect. Rather than let her go, Jaime shifted them so her back was to the camera and the majority male crew, and holding her tight against him for the same reason he had when the camera was shooting. 

“Hey Stannis, can we get her a robe?” Jaime called out after a few seconds of the director speaking to one of the camera crew. “Stannis!” Jaime yelled louder. “A robe, for Daenerys, now! ”

“We don’t have a robe,” the director answered without turning away from the man he was in conversation with. “She’s gonna have to deal with it.”

“Fucking prick,” he heard Jaime mutter, glancing around before spotting the tall blonde. “Wench, go back to the trailer and grab your coat.”

Jon gnawed at his lip as he watched the assistant hurry into one of the golf carts without a word, taking off like a shot. He wasn’t sure where the trailers were or how long it would be before she got back, but Daenerys looked cold, and uncomfortable and no one else seemed to really care. Without thinking Jon pulled off his jacket and hurried onto the set, holding it open for her. She quickly slipped her arms back into the jacket, pulling it around her and only when she was covered did Jaime let her go, pulling on his shirt.

“What’s your job?” he demanded the shorter man.

“I’m the caterer, sir, Someone said we could come up and watch the filming, I don’t-.”

“Yeah that’s fine, whatever. Your new job is robe guy.” He pointed at Stannis. “He calls cut.” He pointed at Jon. “You run in.” He pointed at Daenerys. “Give her your jacket. When the wench comes back, who you will never call wench but refer to only as Ms. Tarth, you will use her coat seeing as how she’s got a foot on you and two on her. Daenerys puts on her costume again, you run in and take the coat. Lather, rinse, repeat. Got it?”

Jon blinked. “Oh. Um. Sure. Of course.”

“Good. Fucking amateur hour around here I swear to the Gods,” he grumbled, storming away from the two.

Daenerys took a shaky breath, pulling his jacket around her tighter. She looked up at Jon and gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’ve never filmed a scene like this before, so I didn’t know… apparently ‘robe guy’ is a thing.”

“You’re welcome. I mean it is pretty cold out… I’d give you my pants as well but I think that might be a bridge too far.”

She laughed again, that loud adorable laugh that crinkled her nose. “Agree. I’m Daenerys Targaryen, by the way.” 

“Jon Snow.” He shook her outstretched hand. “I’m the onset caterer. And apparently the robe guy.”

“I heard some of the crew talk about your table. Your paninis are VERY popular.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She smiled at him. “I’ll have to come down and check one you.”

Jon smiled back. “I’ll have to make one for you special…”

Before either could say anything else, Stannis called for a reset. Daenerys took off his jacket and handed it back, and he made sure to keep his eyes on her face. She was here to do a job, not be gawked at by some cook.

“I’ll see you next take.” Daenerys winked, sending his heart a flutter. “Robe guy.” 

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“ Nin er a onlui uireb mel ,” Jaime breathed as soft as a whisper in elvish, tilting Daenerys head up just slightly so he could gaze into her eyes before kissing her with a heated fever of passion. 

Sansa clutched her heart, looking positively awe struck as they each hurried to get their clothes off, far more hurried and sensual than several of the other shoots. Daenerys fluttered her eyes closed and gasped as Jaime nuzzled at her neck, pushing the dress from her shoulders, making sure once again to press her right against him to hide her chest from the camera's views, only this time it was her nails that dug into his back and scraped down his flesh before Stannis yelled cut.

Jon ran in, as he had been doing the past hour and a half, holding the long navy blue coat of Jaime’s assistant open. Daenerys smiled as she quickly put her arms into it, pulling it around her. Jons heart thumped wildly in his chest at the sight of her smile that seemed to warm him from the inside out.

“Alright, I think that is going to be a wrap for the night,” Stannis declared to the applause of all. He grabbed his thick and heavy binder and flipped it open, looking though several of the pages. “Lannister, Targaryen; you’re on set tomorrow during first unit, after that Lannister you have fight choreography with Clegane and Targaryen you have another costume fitting.”

“Which fight?” 

“Moria.” Stannis eyed the black brace with uncertainty. “You’re sure you don’t want to use a stunt coordinator?”

The actor just smiled. “Stannis if there’s one thing I’m quite adept at even with a busted hand it’s playing with my sword.” Daenerys rolled her eyes, and pulled the coat around her tighter. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Make sure it is,” said Stannis dryly before turning to the rest of the crew. “Alright, see some of you in…” he turned to look at his watch. “Six hours. Have a good night.” 

Stannis went over to talk to one of the production assistants as most of the crew began to head over to the golf carts, and several others breaking down the equipment and loading it into boxes. Daenerys handed the coat to Jaime’s tall assistant, who Jon later learned was named Brienne rather than ‘Wench’ as Jaime liked to address her as with her thanks, pulling back on her dress but this time not bothering to lace it up since she was just going to be taking it off when she got to the trailers anyway.

“It was no trouble, Ms. Targaryen,” said Brienne with a friendly smile, making the ugly scars stretched tight across her cheek grimace in protest. 

“Please; call me Daenerys.”

“I’m just sorry that they didn’t have a robe prepared for you already.”

“Well when your director is a self important cunt mistakes are bound to happen.” Jaime had pulled back on his shirt and was eating peanuts from a bag he had smuggled onto the set. He stretched his hands to the sky, letting out a loud yawn. “Gods I’m tired. Wench what’s my call time tomorrow?”

“Six AM for hair and makeup, Mr Lannister.”

“Iit’ll take me an hour to get back to the hotel, leaves me five hours to sleep, another twenty minutes to get to location… I might as well just sleep in the trailer. Come on,” he told the tall blonde, motioning her to follow him to one of the golf carts. “You can help me run lines.”

“Have a good night, Jaime,” said Sansa with a bat of her long red eyebrows as he walked by.

“I’m sorry who are you again?”

“Sansa Stark.” She held out her hand, having to bite back a squeal when Jaime stopped to shake it. “I’m one of the caterers. You were absolutely brilliant tonight. I mean I’ve- I’ve been a fan of yours since your Teen Direwolf days,” she admitted with a blush painting her ivory skin. “Seeing you work in person is just a dream come true and- and the way you went from starring in a CW drama to being an Iron Throne nominee, which I definitely think you’re gonna win, is truly inspirational.”

“Well I had to start somewhere.” Jaime flashed her a dashing smile, beautiful and god-like with a flirty edge that left the redhead swooning. She had to hold onto the edge of the chair to keep her knees from buckling. “And thank you for the vote of confidence, Sansa.”

“You’re- you’re welcome,” she squeaked out, practically salivating.

He chuckled a wry little chuckle before he winked, and he and the tall assistant headed off again. 

“I think she might be in love,” Daenerys whispered to him as they watched Sansa’s gaze follow the tall golden man and Jon chuckled.

“Well it’s not every day you get to have a conversation with the man whose character you wrote fan fictions about since you were fourteen.” A beat and then, “but don’t tell her I told you that, she’ll kill me.”

“Her secrets safe with me,” Daenerys laughed, and Jon beamed at the sound. “Thank you, by the way. For not only being ‘robe guy’ but for helping me out earlier. No one else did anything.”

Jon shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. “You looked cold and uncomfortable, I just wanted to get you warm. You said this was your first time doing nudity? That's bullshit that Stannis didn’t have something ready for you.”

“I know. But at least Lannister called him out on it.” They walked over to the golf carts and Daenerys climbed into the one already holding Brienne and Jaime. She gave a soft smile to Jon that left his heart a flutter. “Are you coming to set tomorrow? Big emotional scene, lots of crying…”

“Probably,” he said, doing his best to sound as casual as he could. This time it was Jon’s turn to smile. “I’ll save you a panini.”

“And a coffee,” she begged quickly with wide violet eyes.

Jon laughed and nodded. “And a coffee.”

With one last exchange of smiles her golf cart roared to life. “Have a good night, Jon.”

“You too…” he said as he watched her drive away.

“Gods isn’t he perfect?” Sansa signed as the two of them watched the actors head back through the woods on their carts.

“Beyond measure,” Jon lamented as he stated after the violet eyed woman. 

An hour later he was in his van with Sansa dozing soundly in the passenger seat beside him. He arrived at her apartment and after he gently shook her awake he sent her off to sleep for a few hours with the promise to pick her up in the morning.

After that he drove to his restaurant, a little joint called ‘Ned’s.’ It was small, only seating thirty or so people with grey colored booths, white chairs and unpolished wood tables with sugar, creamer, pepper and salt shakers at every table. Paintings of wolves and snowy landscapes covered the dark wooden walls, and during the day soft country music would be played over the speakers. He thought it was all rather homey and warm, giving the perfect ambiance he was looking for; homemade rib sticking northern comfort food but apparently the people of Winterfell didn’t find it as charming as Jon thought it looked. 

The tables stayed empty, bills were piling up, and he knew if something didn’t change soon he would be forced to sell what he had worked and scrimped and saved for since he was fifteen years old. Then one night Sam had called up weeping tears of joy with the news that his book had been picked up with a contract for the other two. Four years later Lord of Ice and Fire topped the best sellers list and Jon received another late night call from his friend telling him that Lannister Productions was flying him to Kings Landing for a meeting that weekend. It had taken a while, nearly three years from that first call, to where they stood now but Sam’s books were just as popular, even more so if truth be told. His friend was working on a prequel of sorts as well, The Silmarillions Song. Sam had given Jon a few chapters to preview and after reading for about three hours and getting about ten pages in, the book reading more like some epic historical fantasy Bible than some light reading, Jon told Sam he would also need to release a companion book just so people could get through it. His friend took it as the highest compliment he had ever been given.

Jon walked into his kitchen, grateful for Edd and Grenn for cleaning up and doing some of the prep work but there was still a lot to get down and he had less than five hours to get it all done. 

By the time he was done with the eggs, bacon, pastries (and one panini) and the rest of the spread Jon had about an hour before he had to start loading up the van. 

No more late night shoot watching, Jon decided as he leaned back in one of the chairs to rest his eyes. He let his mind drift to the silver haired actress he met earlier in the day. Daenerys was beautiful. She was the most beautiful woman he ever met with a smile that was warm and a laugh that filled him with joy. He pulled out his phone, telling himself this was not stalking and that she was a public figure, and went to Google.

The first thing that popped up when he searched her name was a link to her ravengram so he clicked on it and took a sharp breath as the page loaded. Nearly half a million followers, with millions more to follow the minute the movie was released he wagered and full of photos of her happy, smiling and carefree. He scrolled for a bit, pausing when he came to a photo of Daenerys and a muscular tall, very tall, Dothraki man with long dark hair and tattoos lounging on a beach half naked and smiling at the camera with perfect lighting, the perfect angle, the perfect couple. 

‘Happy birthday to my Khal’ the caption read with a string of heart emojis. Jon frowned at the photo. He knew she had to have been in a relationship, she was far too gorgeous not to be, but her eyes… they looked sad. Her smile was smouldering rather than joyful, designed to get clicks rather than showcase genuine happiness. It was nothing like the smile in the next photo where her long silver hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, little to no makeup and a tiny little dog in her arm. 

In that picture her eyes sparkled. In that picture her face was glowing.

Jon clicked off the Ravengram and went to Hulu, quickly typing in her name. She didn’t appear on many, starring in none, but she did have a few guest starring roles. He clicked on one, House MM, a drama about an arrogant obnoxious genius medical Maester named House who diagnosed what other Maesters couldn’t. Daenerys was playing a brilliant photographer suffering from some heart disease with the illness leading to blindness. In the end they had a cure for the heart problem but the blindness would be permanent.

Jon watched as the slightly younger Daenerys begged the doctor to just let her die, to not let her have the treatment if it meant living without her eyesight.

“Please,” Daenerys was begging in a soft whisper, tears in her violet eyes, reaching blindly for the Maesters hand. “Please… If I can’t see, if I can’t live my life, if I can’t see the beauty of the world… Then I don’t want to live in it at all.”

“You believe death is better than a disability?” the Maester asked, tapping his cane on the floor.

“I think death is better than knowing what it was like to see the world and never seeing it again.”

In the end he convinced her that life was worth living, that her blindness wasn’t the end of the world but even still Jon could see the raw emotional talent in every word she spoke. He felt her panic, her joy, her relief, her grief, her everything…. 

The fans had been right to petition her for the part. She would bring Asarwen to life with the same majesty and grace that Sam wrote her with.

Sooner rather than later Jon was loading his things in the back of his van and on his way to Sansa’s apartment where she emerged just as dolled up as she was the previous day.

“Jaime’s going to be there this morning,” she reminded him when he questioned her wardrobe choices again. “Do you know it’s rumored he’s been single ever since he broke up with Cersei?”

“Seriously? Wasn’t that that ten years ago?”

“Mmm hmm. Obviously there’s been rumors but nothing ever confirmed. The only times he’s seen photographed with a girl it’s that assistant of his, Brienne.”

“And you think you can crack the code?”

“I know I can,” said Sansa checking her lipstick in the mirror. 

Jon laughed, shook his head, and went on his way. It was still pitch black out when they arrived. Several crew members were there as well, even now when they still had hours before the actual shooting rushing around. This time they were by a wide, slow flowing river to film the end of the very first movie. He and Sansa set up their table, Jon set aside a chicken and spin-off panini just for Daenerys, and waited for the breakfast rush. Stannis showed up nearly half an hour later and Jon immediately handed him a black coffee.

“Good morning Snow, Sansa,” the blue eyed man greeted each of them before taking a long cherished sip. 

“Good morning, Sir,” said Jon with a hearty handshake. 

Sansa’s glossy lips curled into what she hoped to be a memorable smile. “How are you doing today?”

“Fine. Good coffee, Snow.”

Jon tried to hide his excitement. If Stannis remembered him (and his coffee) when he was shooting future films in the North that would be a huge help with the money problems. “Thank you, Sir.” 

With a curt nod Stannis went over to talk to one of the crewmen and soon the rush was on. The river was filled with divers, tracks and camera equipment, three different more fixed boats, ropes, and other equipment that Jon had no idea what was what but it still send his head spinning that for the hours of set up in a cold wet river and hours of shooting it would amount to perhaps three or less minutes of screen time. 

The actors were the last to set, and Jon beamed when Daenerys arrived already dressed in a forest green traveling cloak and a dark red gown that she would be wearing for most of the first film. It was loose fitting and comfortable, something she could easily walk and fight and run in, but still made her look utterly magnificent in it. The rising sun caught the subtle jewels in her gown making her shimmer and shine. 

Daenerys caught his eye and smiled, hurrying over to the table where he immediately handed her the panini and a coffee. She took one bite and moaned. “The crew was rifht, this is amazing.” She took a sip of the coffee and moaned louder. “You are a God, Jon Snow.”

“I’ll take half immortal, the coffee maker does half the work.” She laughed and Jon wished he could bottle it up and get drunk on it. 

A boyfriend! he shouted at himself. She has a boyfriend! A large tall muscle bound boyfriend who could throw you!

Daenerys turned to Sansa whose pale blue eyes were looking back and forth between them and smiled. “I don’t know if we officially met, I’m Daenerys Targaryen.”

“Sansa Stark,” said Sansa, taking the shorter woman's outstretched hand. “I’m Jon’s sister,” she added quickly.

“I can see the resemblance, especially in the eyes.”

“Us Northmen do have rather attractive eyes,” said Sansa with a smile. “Though not nearly as pretty as yours. Jon, don't you think Daenerys has pretty eyes?”

I’m going to kill her . 

“I- um- of- yea of course, yes,” he stammered out. “Very pretty.” He expected her to blush but instead her smile softened and those pretty purple eyes almost seemed to glow at the compliment.

“Thank you. I think you have pretty eyes as well, Jon,” said Daenerys with just a kiss of flirt on the edge of her voice.

I’m going to still kill her but I’m going to kiss her first.

The line was backing up significantly so Daenerys bid her goodbyes and headed off to the trailers. 

“Why did you do that?” Jon hissed to Sansa as he handed a grip an egg and bacon sandwich. 

“What?” 

“You know what!”

His sister shrugged and poured some more eggs onto the griddle. “I just thought she had pretty eyes. You agreed with me.”

“Uh huh. Do me a favor Sansa?”

“What?”

“Don’t think a girl has pretty eyes again.” A beat, and then, “but thank you.”

Sansa snickered and neither one spoke much after that, not until Brienne came over.

“Good morning,” said the tall woman with a friendly smile. “I’ll have two coffees with skim and Splenda and one fruit cup.”

“Is that how Jaime takes his coffee?” asked Sansa as she handed the tall blonde the tall plastic cup of fruit and Jon knew he was committing it to memory. “Or are you picking it up for someone else?”

“No this is for Mr. Lannister,” Brienne confirmed. “So is the fruit.”

“Oh yeah I know. I- he- Jaime said in an article once that that’s what he normally eats for breakfast when he’s on set, that’s all,” she added quickly, hoping not to come across as too obsessed but Brienne just smiled.

“Trust me compared to other fans knowing his breakfast habits is minor.” 

With a thanks for the coffee and fruit Brienne walked away somehow juggling two coffees, a thick binder, her purse and a plastic container of fruit without dropping a single drop.

“This is great,” Sansa said with a grin. “Now I know his coffee order.”

“So?”

“So… this gives me the perfect excuse to interact with him. I bring him a coffee one night during a late night shoot, we get to talking, he tells me I’m beautiful, I tell him he’s striking…”

“You’re twenty and still living in a fairytale.”

“Fairytales are all some people have,” she argued. “And stranger things have happened. I know he told some late night talk show host he likes blondes but I bet he never met a redhead where the curtains match the drapes.”

Jon coughed on the sip of water he just took, turning to her with wide eyes. “Sansa!”

“What?”

“I am your brother!”

“Exactly. That’s why you’re safe to talk about these things with.”

He could do nothing but laugh, shake his head and cook.

As it was the other day when the sun came up and shooting began they were finally given a break. They were shooting two scenes on the riverbank that morning. A scene where Sean and Froda left the fellowship with the crown, and then another with Elessar, Asarwen, Gamlee and Leggos heading off to track down Maridox and Perry, two companions of Sean and Froda. 

Gamlee was played by a gruff bearded red headed man called Tormund Giantsbane who talked loudly and laughed louder, the perfect man to play the dwarf prince. Then Leggos was played by a long lean woman named Ygritte Wild. She had long curly red hair that they straightened and extended and a pretty face that coupled well with a friendly smile. Not otherworldly beautiful like Daenerys, but pretty nonetheless, and when she came over to get herself a coffee and a muffin he felt his heart do a little flutter when she smiled at him. 

Jon and Sansa watched as Missandei stood on the edge of the river clutching the black crown to her chest looking out over the horizon. Tears slowly made their way down her face and with a shuddering breaths who climbed into the tiny wooden boat and began to row. 

“Froda!” Podrick yelled as he emerged from the woods besides the river, eyes wide, chest heaving. “Froda! Ms. Froda!”

“No, Sean,” said Missandei softly.

Podrick licked his lips with nervousness before he began to wade into the water, following the same path Stannis had walked earlier to prove it was safe.

“Look back now,” the director told her from his seat on the bank. “Camera three set, fixed on her.”

“Go back, Sean!” Missandei ordered him. “I’m going to Hildor alone!”

“Of course you are! And I’m coming with you!”

Podrick began to flounder in the water and Sansa gripped Jon’s arm right. “He’s acting right?” she whispered to her brother.

“That or everyone on set is okay with him drowning. I mean he might be a prick so who knows.”

Sansa bit back a laugh and turned back to watch. 

“Wide shot from the bank,” said Stannis.”

“Sean!” Shouted Missandei as she watched terrified as Podrick floundered and sank beneath the water. “SEAN!”

Stannis grabbed a small black radio in front of him. “Divers get him up.”

A moment later two men in wet suits were pulling Podrick up by the arms. The actor gave a thumbs up which must have been the signal because Stannis grabbed the radio again. “Pull the boat back, get it into position.”

Two more divers grabbed hold of the two long ropes hidden beneath the small rowboat and pulled it back closer to shore. Podrick crouched and two divers swam below on either side.

“We’ll get the underwater shots in the studio, the waters are too murky here,” Stannis said to a crew member who nodded in agreement. “Okay ready?” he said into the radio, and with two more thumbs up from Missandei and Podrick he called them to action. Podrick took her hand, held his breath and went under the water again, only for him to re-emerge a second later using his own strength and the two divers pushing him up from under the water to get him into the boat sopping wet, making it look like only he and Missandei were responsible for pulling him in.

The two actors stared at each other for a moment, eyes wet, voices shaking. “I made a promise, Ms. Froda. A promise! ‘Don’t you leave her, Seanwell Gamgee!’ And I don’t mean to… I don’t mean too.”

“Oh Sean…” 

The two of them wrapped each other in their arms, crying, sniffling away their tears and holding one another tight. Sansa looked like she might cry as well and even Jon felt his emotions welling as he watched the two pull away and stare into one another’s eyes. They watched the scene a few times with Stannis getting several angles from each camera and different expressions and everything going fine for several takes until Podrick froze midstep. Even from where they stood Jon could see his face scrunched up in pain.

“Cut! Podrick, you alright?” asked Stannis. Without waiting for an answer he got on his radio and ordered the divers to help him back to shore.

“I’m fine,” said Podrick as he limped out of the water, leaving a dark streak of red water in his wake. “I’m okay…” When he put his foot down on the sand he hissed in pain and lifted it again. Stannis ran over and helped him over to a rock, sitting him down and crew members immediately began to cut away the prosthetic around his foot. On every radio Jon could hear calls for a Maester. 

“I’ll be alright,” said Podrick again as a Maester came running over and began examining his foot. 

“You’re gonna need stitches,” the Maester, an elderly man with a friendly face, told the watching group. He turned towards Stannis. “He’s gonna be out of commission for a while.”

Stannis looked less than thrilled. “All next week is the council of Elros so you’ll already be out but I need you healthy when your shooting days come up, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He gave a curt nod. “Good. Get him to the hospital. And someone tell Unit 2 their scene is up in one hour rather than three after you pull in Missandei.”

Once again the set was a bustle of activity and once again Jon and Sansa were busy serving and cooking until the other scene was set up. When Jaime appeared dressed in dark traveling leathers, armed with swords and daggers and his own cloak flowing behind him Sansa grabbed Jon’s arm in tight grip to keep herself standing.

“Gods he’s beautiful,” Sansa breathed, hardly able to take her eyes off him. Even Jon had to admit he was rather becoming and stopped to admire him. He looked more like a rugged god than man standing there, golden hair shining in the sun but lightly tussled and just the perfect amount of five a clock shadow. He looked like a king and ranger both, noble and exulted but with the air of a man from the salt of the earth just as Sam had written him. 

Daenerys, of course, was utterly stunning, just as she had been this morning. The girl, Ygritte looked good as well in clothes that flattered her and made her seem even taller and leaner than she was. Tormund wore rough hard leathers and an odd metal helmet ingraved with dwarf ruins, and looked exactly like what Sam had described. 

Daenerys caught Jon’s eyes and smiled, walking over to him almost seeming to float rather than walk. “No coat guy this time. How are you going to keep yourself occupied?”

Jon laughed. “I’ll just have to watch the scene I suppose.” Before she could answer he yawned, clearing his throat afterwards and apologizing.

“Are you tired?” asked Daenerys.

“I was up rather late,” he answered.

“Yeah I bet and then you were here bright and early for the shoot… You know if you want you can go and stay in my trailer to get some sleep.”

“Oh no, thank you but I couldn’t,” Jon said quickly. The idea of sleeping in her room, being in her home away feom home….

“No it’s fine, really. Here.” She handed him her keys. “Please, go get some sleep. The last thing we need is the guy responsible for the coffee to not be up to his best standard.”

“No really, Thank you but-.”

“But he’s nervous about leaving before the lunch setup,” Sansa interrupted quickly. “But it’s fine, I got it. Edd and Grenn will be down here soon, one of them can stay and help.” She turned back to Daenerys and smiled. “He would be happy to take you up on your offer, Daenerys.”

“I would?” Jon asked.

“You would,” Sansa answered.

“Apparently I would,” he said, turning back to Daenerys who smiled that adorable smile again, crinkling her nose and squelching her eyes. Jon couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well rather you would or not, the offers open. Just tell one of the drivers you need to go to the trailers and then look for the one with my name on it.” Stannis called her over just them so after slapping the key down on the table she smiled and told him that either way she would see him later and went to join her castmates.

“What is wrong with you?!” Sansa hissed once she was out of earshot. “A beautiful actress invites you to use her trailer and you say no?!”

“I barely know her, Sansa.”

“Well she wants to know you .”

“She has a boyfriend.”

“Who is a hot mess and a hundred thousand miles away in Kingslanding.” Sansa shrugged. “All I’m saying is a girl doesn’t offer to let you sleep in her bed unless she wants you to take her to bed.”

Jon rolled his eyes and turned to watch the scene, trying his best to ignore the idea Sansa planted in his head and just how good a sleep in a comfortable bed would feel right about now.

“And… action!” shouted Stannis, drawing him from his fantasies of a good night's rest and back to reality.

“Froda and Sean have reached the eastern shore!” said Ygritte as she grabbed the boat and shoved it forward, looking back at the group when they didn’t follow. Ygritte’s real accent was as far Northern as North gets but the character spoke with a rather stiff upper lip. She spoke it well though. No one would be able to tell the difference. Jaime glanced across the river two stuntmen walked through the woods pretending to be Froda and Sean.

There was a long pause before Ygritte stepped away from the boat. “You mean not to follow them…”

“Frodas fate is no longer in our hands,” said Jaime softly.

“Then it has all been in vein,” Tormund said with a gruff harsh voice, his Northern accent just as strong as Ygritte’s. “The fellowship has failed.”

Daenerys shook her head and took a step towards the two redheads, clasping them on the arms. “Not if we hold true to each other.”

Jaime nodded in agreement “We will not abandon Maridox and Perry to torment and death,” said Jaime. “Not while we have strength left Leave all that can be spared behind.” He picked up a large hunting knife and sheathed it, giving them all a shouldering look that left his sister and probably every other woman on set weak in the knees. “We travel light. Let us hunt some orc,” he half snarled and Sansa whimpered, clutching at her heart.

Jaime ran off into the woods and Tormund shared a grin with Ygritte and let out a loud triumphant shout before the three others followed the man who would be king.

“Cut! Reset! Jaime that was beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” Stannis said as they came back out of the woods. “But I have an idea; Daenerys, would you mind if he kissed you here? You’re both caught up in the moment, your blood is racing, you’re about to go off on an heroic dashing daring rescue mission… we end the movie with a hug from one couple and a kiss from another, the audience will love it.”

She didn't so the next take when Jaime ran off and the rest followed he stopped and turned, taking her in his arms and kissing her with a heated passionate sear that left an ache in Jon’s chest that he told himself wasn’t jealousy and instead was just sleep deprivation. All of a sudden a quick nap sounded quite good. 

Jon told Sansa to wake him if she needed anything but he wagered she was too busy imagining herself in Daenerys shoes to hear him so without another word he left the set and headed towards the trailers, quickly finding Daenerys, the second biggest on the lot after Jaime’s. He was almost surprised when the key worked. 

There were only two rooms, a front and the back. The front of the trailer had a comfortable looking couch facing a flatscreen and a coffee table laden with flowers, all three Fire and Ice books (with nearly every page tagged with different colored sticky notes) and her script open to today’s scene heavily marked with handwritten notes. Jon walked through the tiny living room of sorts into the bedroom, and he took a sharp breath as he looked at the comfortable looking bed with black and red bedding. On the small nightstand there stood a lamp and two framed photos; one of her and Drogo and another of a very young Daenerys, perhaps six or seven, and a boy with the same silver hair and violet eyes and feminine beauty a few years older hugging each other, the two of them smiling at the camera. Jon smiled and set the photo down and looked down at the bed again. He let his fingers trail over the silk sheets, gnawing at his lip for a moment before he hurried back into the front room.

The couch will work perfectly fine for a bed , he decided firmly as he kicked off his shoes and laid down on the plump white cushions. Without another word Jon closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep and dream of Daenerys kissing him with the same fever she had kissed Jaime with on those soft silk sheets…