Chapter 30- Mollen

Weeks of endless snow, that was all that followed the attack. The endless white of winter had the men restless. The dragon queen's army was now settled, but many were not fairing well. Unsurprisingly, her Unsullied and Khalasar were not adapting well to the cold. The clothes from the dead were used to clothe the foreign army, but many still grew ill. That was what usually happened when you put people in an environment so different from their homeland. There were harsh feelings amongst the men, but nobody could deny the advantage the dragons gave them in battle.

Mollen watched as Jon circled the tower on his white dragon. He would dive close to the tower and wave, before he made his scouting rounds. He was enjoying his freedom. She could tell by the smile on his face. She waited until he disappeared from view, before climbing down from the window.

It didn't take long for her to dig through part of the crumbled wall to retrieve her parcel. Mollen sat cross legged on the floor, unwrapped it, and spread out the map. She placed a stone on each corner, before sitting back and closing her eyes. With a few quiet words, images flooded through her mind. Rocks, trees, mill ruins, and frozen streams flashed by quickly. Wights and Others grew in numbers the closer she got. She needed something, anything, to mark their location.

All at once the moving images halted. Mollen, in her mind, stood facing the back of a woman. This was no ordinary woman. Long frost bitten hair flowed down her back. What was left of the light, danced playfully off of her frozen skin. The woman was beautiful, in an unearthly way. She found her self distracted by this Ice Queen. After a mental slap, she forced herself to focus on her task. All around her wights and others moved about; that wasn't what she was looking for.

Pushing past the queen, she found what she needed. There was a large pile of fallen rocks, and a small cliff. That was enough for her. Mollen started to withdraw from her spell, when something stopped her. She was standing in front of the frozen queen once again. "Youuu…" The voice broke into her head as pain shot through her body. "cann… not… winnn…" Every word sliced into her. "Ssstark will return… to meee…" With her mind stuck in her spell, her body managed to grab a small blade and cut deep into her palm. The pain jerked her out of her head, with a gasp of air.

Mollen sat for several minutes replaying what just happened to her. Something was there at the edge of her thoughts, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was. Nothing like that had ever happened before. This Ice Queen was beyond powerful. It took several long moments to regain her composure. Mollen studied the map in front of her. With a coal, she marked the places she saw with her spell. All around them on the map stood small x's. They were almost surrounded, and the Ice Queen was just beyond the lake, waiting. Mollen wrapped her hand and hid her map once again, just in time.

Footsteps ascended the stairs. Mollen stood in the center of the room as Daenerys Targaryen entered. "So this is where you hide." The dragon queen circled her, like a predator does prey.

Mollen tracked her movements, without moving her head. Her twin blades rested on her back; she briefly wondered, how much trouble it would cause if she had to kill the Queen. "You would know what it is to hide." She answered calmly, remembering what Jon told her. Daenerys stared coldly at her for several long moments. Her insult was not lost on the dragon queen. Daenerys dusted off a rock and sat. "How may I help you, your grace?" Mollen bowed, mockingly deep. She didn't remember all of the details, but she knew she would die before serving a Targaryen.

"I believe we should speak, woman to woman."

"I do not believe we have anything to speak of."

Daenerys ignored her words. "You are from Valeria." It wasn't a question, so she waited for the point. "I have only heard of my homeland from histories. Is it what they say?"

This woman had some nerve. "You try to kill me, and then ask of my home?" She had to take several calming breaths.

Daenerys smiled. "That was my mistake."

"You did not know my power." Mollen cut her off. Keeping her emotions under control was getting harder to do.

"That is true, but I let my anger control me. Magic took my husband and my unborn child from me. When I heard there was a witch, I could not let the past repeat itself. Magic is…"

"A curse" She cut the queen off again, finishing the statement.

Daenerys turned her head slightly to the side. "Yes, what does it take from you?"

That answer was something that only Jon knew. "Too much. I am sorry for your loss." She was truly sorry. No mother deserved to lose a child, but that didn't excuse her from trying to kill her.

Daenerys looked down at her hands. "When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the sea goes dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bare a living child. Then he will return, and not before." Daenerys said quietly to herself. Shadow magic had touched the dragon queen. Words tickled the back of her mind, but she brushed them aside. Daenerys problems were not hers. Mollen sat quietly and let the other woman collect her thoughts. "Were our people enemies? I get the feeling your dislike of me came before the dragon fire."

Mollen sat crossed legged in the middle of the room. So far, Daenerys just wanted to talk. Searching her past was difficult. There were so many holes. "Yes and no. Those that walk the fire ruled. Very few controlled it; they had no choice but to serve. My people controlled great beast, made horns to train them, and eventually died for it." She had to fill in holes in her statements, but what she said was most likely true.

"They kept slaves?" Daenerys asked with all of her attention on Mollen.

In all of the memories that remained, she hadn't seen those words. That was what they were though. They were slaves to dragon keepers, and slaves to magic. "Until death."

Daenerys took a deep breath. "Our homeland, what is left?"

"The great cities sunk. What is left of the land slowly returns, but most is charred." Flashes of the rare green oases scattered amongst the waste made her smile. That was home.

"I would like to see it." Daenerys said quietly.

Mollen thought of her people, of the faces she no longer remembered. She thought of the lands she hunted, of the warmth. There was much she would give up to see it one more time. "It is better off without us." To Westerosi, Valaria was a dangerous waste land that was cursed. As long as it stayed cursed, her people were safe in their seclusion. Someone told her that. They were wise words, too bad his face was lost to her now.

"You do not have to like me. I understand if you don't. We are in this battle together. I promise that no person will ever be a slave, during my rule."

"I pray you rule long and well." As much as she disliked what the Targaryen ancestors did to hers, Mollen couldn't deny that Daenerys cared about her people.

Mollen heard footsteps, before Jon appeared at the stairs. "Mollen!" He yelled, coming to a stop when he saw Daenerys. "Is everything well?"

"We were just talking." Daenerys stood. "Thank you for your time Mollen." Daenerys dismissed herself.

"What was that about?" Jon asked, crossing the room.

"She was curious. You are back soon." She didn't want him asking more questions.

"The snow picked up. I couldn't see anything. Are you well?" He kept pushing.

She hated the way he saw through her. "I am."

"Your eyes, they glow when you've used magic." Jon knew her entirely too well. "Mollen, what are you doing?" Her locations were important, but Jon wouldn't see it that way. "Are you trying to lose yourself?" He raised his voice slightly.

"No"

"Why can you not leave magic alone?" Jon was angry. She didn't want to do magic; it was necessary. She stayed quiet too long. "I cannot watch you disappear, not if you do not even care." Jon turned to leave.

"Jon wait!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the rubble. She pulled out her map and spread it out. Jon would know exactly how much magic she had been doing, but she couldn't let him leave without an explanation.

"What is this?"

"Locations of Old Ones." Mollen stared at the map, unable to look at him. "I have been tracking their movements."

"Why would…"

"We have to know Jon. You have lost too many."

Jon wasn't happy, but he was a leader. "What is this mark?" He pointed to the circle among the x's.

"The Queen, she is close."

"You've seen her?" Mollen shook her head. "The others need to see this." Jon grabbed the map and her arm, before dragging her across camp. He ordered for the war counsel to be summoned, as he drug her into Robb's tent.

Jon ignored Robb's protests as he spread out the map. "Jon… what is this?"

Most of the Lords, Gendry and Daenerys arrived by that time. "Locations of our enemy." Jon said quieting the room.

"How do you know?" Daenerys asked first.

Jon looked back at her. She was supposed to speak now. "I have been trying to locate them, so we would not be surprised again." Mollen stayed several paces behind the table.

"Why didn't you say something before now?" Aegon demanded.

She didn't bother looking at him. "I was not certain."

"You are now?" Robb turned to look at her.

Jon tapped the lone circle. "That is her."

"You are certain?" Robb questioned again.

"Yes, she spoke to me." The room went quiet.

"You did not tell me that." Jon said in shock.

"You did not give me time." He did literally drag her down the tower.

Robb stood leaning over the table, staring over the mark. "What did she say?"

"You cannot win. Stark will return to me." She repeated the words.

"What does that mean?" Several asked. She had no idea.

"It means we can kill her." Aegon said as a gust of wind shook the tent.

"We can't go out in this storm." Some other lord countered.

She was stuck listening to them argue. "The snow doubles every half day. We would lose too many men if we attack now." Jon said standing as well.

"So knowing were she is does us no good." Daenerys said at last.

"We can't wait for the storm to end." Gendry finally spoke up.

"Unless you can stop a storm we have to." Aegon interjected.

His jesting remarked brought a spell to mind. It was old and powerful. "I can." She said without thinking.

"No!" Jon almost yelled, giving her a dark look.

"You can stop a winter storm?" Robb asked, looking at Jon.

"I can."

"If we get a break, we can end this." Gendry said, also watching Jon.

"What will it take from you?" Jon asked, ignoring the room. If she answered that, Jon wouldn't allow it. "Mollen?"

"I would have to stop nature itself. It would take everything."

"No!"

"Jon, this may be our only chance." Robb argued for her.

"You do not know what you ask. We find another way." Jon said rather convincingly.

Gendry tried to jump in. "Jon"

Jon slammed his fist into the table. "I said no, You cannot ask this of her."

The room went silent. "We know where she is now, We have some time to come up with another plan." Daenerys reasoned, trying to calm the room.

"The storm could end tomorrow." Some southern lord threw in.

The room broke into multiple discussions. There was name calling and yelling, but nothing would be solved the first night. There was only one true answer. Jon would never agree to it. The only way they had a chance to win this war, was if she stopped the storm. It was just a feeling, but if the sun could break through, it might weaken her enough for someone to kill the queen.

Mollen slipped out of the tent, leaving them to argue amongst themselves. Grabbing and extra fur, she climbed her tower. In one sheltered area, she had a pile of furs and even a straw pillow. She threw the extra fur onto the pile and climbed higher to the window. The snow was letting up slightly, but they were fools if they thought it would end soon. She sat for hours, watching it snow. It wasn't like she wanted to lose herself, to leave Jon. She just couldn't think of another way to end this.

"Do you hate this world so much?" Jon's sad question made her jump. She didn't hear him approach.

"No Jon."

"Why would you put that in their head? They want you to kill yourself."

"I do not know another way." She climbed down. "I want to stay with you, more than anything I have ever wanted." The admission was terrifying, but true.

"Then stay, we will find another way." She believed he believed that. "Stay with me Mollen." His voice was so soft, so sincere. Jon gently ran his knuckles down the side of her cheek. The warmth of his touch weakened her. Mollen kissed the palm of his hand. She didn't want to speak. All she wanted was him.

Stepping into his arms, Mollen stood on her toes to reach his lips. Jon eagerly returned the kiss. His hands cupped her face, surrounding her. Mollen stepped back, pulling him with her. Somewhere behind her was her bed. His kisses became softer, hotter. Kneeling down on the furs, she tried to take him with her. Jon broke away. "Mollen, we cannot." Her breathing was hurried, but her mind was set. She knew he wanted this too. Only his misplaced honor was stopping him.

"We can." She stood and unbuckled her twin blades, setting them on the floor. Slowly she unlaced, unbuckled, and untied the layers of clothing. Jon stood, speechless as each item hit the floor. Never before had she been naked in front of a man. Her heart was hammering in her chest, as she stepped out of the last of her bindings. Her eyes were glued shut; she couldn't look at him.

His hand, grazing her ribs, made her jump. When she finally looked up at him, relief washed over her. The look in Jon's eyes was that of a wolf that just caught prey, hungry. His fingers lightly traced her body, from neck to navel, paying careful attention to each breast. Jon touched every bump, every scar, every inch of her. Dragon fire was ice, compared to how his touch made her feel.

Jon whispered her name before his lips crashed into hers. His furs tickled her skin, as he pressed her body against the cold stone behind her. It wasn't enough; she needed to feel more of him. Mollen pulled frantically at his furs. Jon helped her remove his clothing, only breaking his kiss to remove his tunic. His chest against hers was almost too much. The flames within threatened to break free. She had to break away to breathe, but Jon's hands slipped lower on her body, exploring, taking the breath from her once again. Jon pulled her closer. A whimper escaped her lips when her body brushed against his leather breeches. She had to pull back once again. The feelings were too much. Jon kissed his way down her neck, unaware of her fight for control. The fire inside threatened to consume her, and possibly him.

Jon's magic fingers found a place that only she had touched, and her body shook. "Jon" She pleaded. He simply kissed her navel as his fingers slipped into her folds. He teased her center and her knees threatened to buckle. Jon caught her before she could fall and gently eased her back onto the furs beneath them. Jon's breeches were straining, as he kneeled next to her, staring down at her. Mollen sat up and started tugging at his laces, loosening them.

Jon stepped back and slowly stepped out of them and his small clothes. Mollen watched as he hesitated, unsure, before he joined her on the furs. "Are you…" She kissed him, before he could finish his thought. She had seen men before, but never wanted one so completely, not like this. Gently, Jon laid her back onto the furs. Leaning on his elbow next to her, Jon traced the curves of her body once again. He was so gentle, unlike the world around them. He found the wetness between her thighs and her body arched into his hand as he slipped inside her again.

"Jon please…" She begged for the first time in her life. Jon slowly rolled on top of her. Jon's body pressed against her skin. His length was trapped on her hips and stomach, trapped between them. Jon stared down at her, his grey eyes almost black, before he kissed her. She rocked her hips, needing friction. Jon rolled his head back and groaned, as her wetness ran up the length of his shaft. Unable to take any more, Jon moved lower and positioned himself at her entrance. Before she could prepare herself, Jon kissed her hard and pushed himself inside of her. Her muscles tightened around him in shock.

His head fell onto her chest and his breath seemed labored, but he stayed still above her. When she could bear it no longer, she moved underneath him. His eyes met hers and he pulled almost out, before slowly pushing back in. Her nails scraped down his back and her feet tried to push him further inside of her. She kissed him again, to let him know she was okay. Jon moved inside her again, faster this time. He moved in and out, as she rolled her hips, trying to get used to the feeling. Soon he was moving quickly inside of her. The fire built once again and danced on the stones around them. Her body shook and her muscles clenched around him. Jon groaned and fell against her, spilling his seed inside her.

After their breathing steadied, Jon slowly pulled out and rolled over next to her. They laid side by side in silence for awhile. "Mollen?" He finally broke the spell.

"Yes?"

"Why is the tower smoking?" She looked around and giggled. The room was steaming from the moisture in the stones and the flames from her passion.

Jon pulled the furs around them and she lay on his shoulder. "If you were a normal man that could have killed you." Mollen looked up at him. Jon smiled and squeezed her tighter. There would be no excuses from him to leave tonight. It didn't take long for Jon to fall asleep next to her.

Mollen waited a little while longer, before carefully pulling away from him. Quickly she dressed, making sure not to wake Jon. She couldn't think about what she was about to do. The steam had settled on the floor of the tower. Mollen knelt down, next to a sleeping Jon. Tears slipped down her cheeks and land unnoticed on his face. She kissed him one last time. Mollen left a small dirk next to him on the bed, before slipping out of the tower. She had to get away from him, before she changed her mind.

There was one last stop she had to make. Mollen easily slipped past the guards and into his tent. He was asleep on his pallet. Mollen placed her hand over his mouth. Robb sat up in a panic. Once he calmed, she removed her hand. "What are you doing?" Robb demanded.

"I am leaving."

Robb looked around the tent. "Where is Jon?"

"Asleep. This is our hope. I have to leave."

"Jon.."

"Will not let me go, we both know this." Robb swallowed hard. He knew this was the right decision, but fought the loyalty he had to his brother. "It is my choice." It was a painful choice. She tried to ease his guilt. "In two days, I say the spell. Be ready for my signal."

Robb slowly nodded. "How will I know?"

She smiled and turned to leave. "You will know."

"Will it kill you?" She hoped he wouldn't ask that.

"My mind yes, my body no."

"We will look for you, when this is over." She hadn't thought of that.

"Promise me, if you find me alive, you will kill me."

Robb looked horrified. "I will not."

"Please Robb, Jon will not be able."

"Even if you forget yourself, there is a place for you in Winterfell."

The offer touched her. "No, without my mind, my magic will be uncontrolled. I will be a danger. If you find me, you put a blade through my heart." She couldn't be a danger to the people she grew to love. It took several moments, but Robb slowly agreed. "Tell him… I am sorry."

Mollen hurried out of Robb's tent. She made it to the edge of the forest with a horse in tow. Mounting up, she set out west, at a steady pace. The snow slowed her down, but the horses' footing was true. Soon the camp was behind her, and nothing but the wind and snow lie ahead.

A noise at her back caught her attention. "Go back Jon." She said to the white wolf. Ghost jumped in front of her horse, causing it to stop. She stepped off and went to the giant wolf. "I am sorry." A tear slipped down her cheek. Ghost snarled silently. "This is the only way." It was easier to believe that, when Jon wasn't staring back at her.

She ran her knuckles down the wolf's soft muzzle. "I wanted you to be my last memory. Forgive me." Ghost threw his head back in a silent howl that shattered what was left of her aching heart.

Climbing back on the spooked horse, she continued riding west. She knew Ghost would follow. A quick spell would fix that. It wasn't one she wanted to do, but this was something she had to do alone. Turning her horse, she looked back at Jon in his wolf. "I am sorry." She repeated as tears flowed freely. She said the words that sent the animal part of the wolf running the other direction in fear. Mollen pulled the furs around her as the last of her tears fell. It wasn't until Ghost completely disappeared from sight that she continued alone, to her end.

wow that one was tough. there is only 4 more chapters for this. The end of the story and a one more chapter for each of the guys. Thanks for sticking with me, it's almost there.