Underdressed in a far away land

1 month later

"Rabi this is where we go our separate ways," We now stood outside of one of the free cities closer to the Khalasar.

"I'll be sure to accomplish the task you've assigned me," Rabi turned around heading into the city. He had a simple but important task, locate Daenerys and Viserys I was sure they were close by. I had promised Drogo I would return before the birth of his first child and now with this new ability, I could travel anywhere as long as I could imagine that place clearly. Time was no longer a problem, if I wanted to travel to the wall I'd do it in the blink of an eye.

Unknown to both Rabi and Kyra I practiced this ability in secret if what I could do before was magical I was sure this new ability would seem demonic. I had focused on being able to travel anywhere in my sight if someone caught me off guard it'd be nice if I could jump somewhere in my sight on command instead of ending up somewhere halfway across the world.

The reason I was sending Rabi off alone was simple, he would look for Daenerys while I decided whether or not I wanted to risk going somewhere like Dorne. Being in Dorne wouldn't be risky but to get there I would have to rely on the memories from the show and I wasn't sure I could trust them.

The show was just a show, a fictional reality although they seemed to get most of the Dothraki locations correct I couldn't be sure it would be the same for other places. Luckily there was a way to figure it all out, jump somewhere using my memories from the show.

"Kyra send a message to Dorne, my time with the Dothraki will be ending soon."

As she turned to leave I walked in the opposite direction, the constant influx of people entering and leaving the free city made it easy to disappear into the crowd. Splitting from them I set off in a random direction, once I was sure I was out of sight I closed my eyes.

The wind blew striking my skin, sweat dripped down my brow as I took a deep breath.

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The cloud-like fog left my nostrils as the cool wind became chilling, looking around a smile appeared on my face. Green grass fluttered in the wind as I thanked my luck winter hadn't yet arrived. The gray castle standing before was where it all began for most of the characters in the show.

Winterfell, a beautiful castle It seemed today was a quiet day as it lacked the number of people I had seen entering the free city. The leaves of the Weirwood tree immediately drew my attention, I hadn't yet had the chance of seeing it in person.

Looking down I knew I was severely underdressed, I hadn't actually expected It to work. My excitement momentarily trumped my sense of logic as I began rubbing my hands together I began my walk towards the entrance to Winterfell.

But first I needed to make a pit stop, It wasn't a very good idea to walk around with a Dragon Egg on your person.

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The Tower of Joy

Looking around I realized the stark difference between this place and Winterfell, the tower of Joy is located in Dorne so it made sense. I had only seen this place a couple of times in the show, it was the birthplace of Jon Snow. Where Lyanna Stark died, the tower was abandoned now I doubted anyone would dare enter the place considering it was named by my father. No one wanted to incur the wrath of Robert Baratheon. Ned had to have spun a tale about the place to make sure no one inhabited it in the future.

It was the perfect place to place the dragon egg and sword while I explored Winterfell, I didn't have to worry about being in danger being able to teleport and all not to mention I could move things with my mind. Placing both items down I walked to one of the windows of the tower, the fresh air of Dorne filled my nostrils. I would return to this place after exploring Winterfell, maybe then I would have the chance to admire its beauty.

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Winterfell

Walking towards the gate I was stopped by a brown-haired man wearing a black cloak, "You just come from Dorne or something Lad?"

Looking down I realized what he meant, people from the north dressed differently from most people especially the Dothraki.

"Even the dumbest of folks, no not to dress like that in this weather."

"Let the boy in," A voice drew my attention, standing not too far away, there he was The Lord Of Winterfell.

"Yes My Lord," The guard bowed before motioning for me to enter.

"You should head to the laborer I'm sure he has something in stock for you to wear, It's just through there." Eddard Stark took a long look at my face before continuing on his way. I had a feeling he had seen something maybe the resemblance between Jon snow and myself we were in fact brothers, it wasn't like he could tell anyone. I was sure I could reveal myself without a problem, he wouldn't risk Jon's life even though he wasn't his son he had raised him sort of like one.

Turning in the direction he had pointed me to I quickly entered the run-down wooden building. A man stood off to the side sowing away at a brown shirt.

"What do ya want boy?" He asked without looking up from his work.

"The Lord Of Winterfell has sent me here, he says you may have something more cozy in stock."

The Laborer looked up from the shirt he was working on surprised to see the clothes I was currently wearing.

"Take a look," He walked over to a shelf pulling out a selection of clothes ranging from underclothes, pants, shirts, and cloaks.

I quickly took a look through them before choosing a black shirt and a cloak, reaching to my waist I removed a bag of coins. I wasn't like the Dothraki I didn't mind paying for things, I'd made sure not to buy anything in their presence.

"That'll be 3 silver stags," Looking through my bad I only had Golden dragons taking one out I handed it to the laborer ignoring the look of shock on his face.

"Keep the change," Throwing on the shirt and the cloak I exited the shop ready to continue my exploration of Winterfell.

Stepping outside that cold air felt a lot more welcoming, the Cloak didn't look the best but it did its job. In the distance I could two boys around my age sparring, walking towards them I noticed another guy off two the side watching the spar with a grin on his face.

The two boys sparring seemed to know each other well and I quickly recognized them as Robb Stark and Jon Snow. Robb seemed to have the upper hand as did an overhead swing causing Jon to take a step backward. Jon's eyes narrowed before he could react Robb used his sword to smack Jon's wrist causing him to drop his sword.

"Seems I win this time Jon," Robb held his sword inches away from Jon's neck as a smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, watcher how about me and you go next?"

The voice of Theon Greyjoy pulled me away from the sparring match looking to him I realized he was talking to me. "No need" He wouldn't stand a chance they were training to be lords but I had been trained to kill. I had spent the last few months taking on the greyscaled, one mistake could mean being infected. I was sure I would dismantle Theon swiftly, not to mention I had other things to do.

"Coward," Theon turned his attention back to Robb and Jon and I wouldn't usually react to such a taunt but Theon was simply a dick.

The spar was blocked by a wooden fence resembling something you would place horses inside.

Hopping over the fence I looked to Theon "well come on I don't have all day."

"I can't wait to destroy that pretty face of yours," Theon smirked jumping over the fence in a similar fashion. "Robb, Jon mind lending us your practice swords?"

"What's going on," Jon turned his attention to me pausing for a second before turning back to Theon. "You know we're not supposed to spar against the common folk."

"Don't worry bastard," I watched as Jon frowned but quickly hid his emotion.

"He's right Theon," Robb stepped forward standing in for Jon who seemed to lack the self-esteem to defend himself.

"Don't worry Lord Stark won't mind me teaching this cunt a lesson," Theon smiled grabbing one of the practice sword tossing it to me before grabbing the other one.

"Are you ready, I promise I'll end it quickly," Theon smirked readying his stance.

Holding the practice sword I realized it felt lighter than both the Arakh and the sword I had found in old Valyria. Turning to Theon I smiled, "Anyone ever tell you that you talk a tad bit too much?"

Theon frowned before charging forward swinging his sword brazenly, it was obvious he had never been in a real battle in his life. Parrying his sword strike I stepped closer into his chest before stabbing him in the stomach with the handle of my sword.

He coughed as fell to the ground holding his stomach in anguish looking at him I couldn't help but shake his head. Leaning down I looked into his eyes as he stared into mine, "So much for being ironborne," I whispered just loud enough so that he could hear me before turning towards the duo of Robb and Jon.

They seemed surprised at my quick victory but it was to be expected Theon was nothing like the Starks. His existence was better off being compared to a weasel or maybe an otter. I didn't feel much for the guy, although I most certainly felt pity for the future him or him from the T.V. show.

Walking towards Jon I turn the practice sword around allowing him to grip its handle, "Seems he wasn't worth the time," Jon smiled as he took the practice sword I could tell he took some bit of pleasure in the pain of Theon. Now I needed to visit two more places, the second place would be relatively harder to get inside at least for anyone else.