Helpless

Helpless

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

Part 8

Chapter 7:

“Dad?!” I open my eyes seeing the fire of the cowboy camp.

“Hey bud. What are you doing awake?” Kaycee climbs down giving Tate a hug.

“We are having fish” He pointed towards the fire and the rest of the cowboys talking around and laughing.

“Where’s grandpa?” Tate looks over and points at a tent. Kayce tells him to go back to the fire and wait for him. “Come on” I move my legs to the same side and jump off.

“Don’t do that again '' I told him, walking off. “John?” I hear him answer and I walk in. “This is cute and warm” Two sleeping bags on the ground and a portable light hanging from above.

“Never would have thought of seeing you in those clothes or out in the woods” I roll my eyes hearing his chuckle as he sits on the ground.

“Don’t get used to it, I almost died coming here” We both laugh this time. “I am leaving tomorrow for a couple of days. Sofie asked me to come back. She doesn’t like the settlement they are pushing on her and her stupid lawyer won’t do anything about it”

“I thought they were settling on only being in the list?” I thought so too until he thought he was smart enough

“When I get finished with him he would beg to only be placed on that list. Not only would he be fighting Sofie but I will go on trial on my part. They told me to go back and fight for what was done to me and that's what I am going to do. He started everything and he will pay for the anger I have stored in me.”

“How's Jamie?”

“I bet he is having fun dealing with what happened, haven’t received a call all day” I shrug.

“And you won’t be receiving one all night” I furrowed my brow looking down at my phone. No service.

“I see I will be back at the ranch before you”

“I like it here” I smile. I finish up talking with John before heading outside. I turn my direction towards the fire camp.

“Would you like some or are you too good for fish over the fire?” Ryan laughs, placing a piece of fish on a cold tinfoil.

“This place change you city girl?” Lloyd said, passing over the fish. I take a seat beside him on the fire as the rest laugh. The laughs die down as I cut open the fish and carefully start eating it with no hesitation

“My family on my mother's side loved to fish. Most of what was in our freezer were fish and I also spent a good amount of my childhood until I moved in the lakes with them” I look over to Ryan. “I have no trouble with a little dirt in my hands but I also won’t say no to the finer things” I shrug hearing a small laugh.

“Do you know how to fish?” I looked over to Tate who for a fact was exhausted. I bet he was enjoying himself.

“No” I shake my head.

“I do. My grandfather taught me and I have caught plenty of them today” He had a big smile on his face as he looked over to Kayce wanting to see his reaction.

“Well thank you for the amazing dinner” All our heads turn as we

hear footsteps coming up towards us.

“We are glad you liked it. Now it's time to clean up and get to bed” John says but mainly directing it towards Tate. “Kayce?” I look over seeing him nod his head towards his father.

“Help them clean this up and straight to bed you go. I will be there to say goodnight in a bit, okay?” Tate nods as Kayce gives him a kiss in the forehead and heads towards John. I finish disposing of what's left of my fish. I walk over covering the remaining cooked fish.

“This is a bad look for you” Lloyd says coming over to me.

“I can make anything work” I laugh as I continue helping clean up.

“Can you help me get water?” I look down at Tate who is handing me an empty bucket.

“Yeah” I dust off my hands and grab the bucket from him. I head behind him not really wanting to touch freezing waters right now.

“Don’t worry, it's totally safe” he turns to take a quick glance at me with a smile.

“Totally” I smiled but behind it I was scared. I know I said I have been around lakes or bodies of water like this one but this one is a rapid moving body of water. Not to mention it was dark and the light of the camp was just a glime when we arrived at the edge.

“Just throw it in but don’t let go of the rope” Tate tells me as I see him following his directions. I move down a bit and do the same. “There you go!” He smiled excitedly. “Oh look” I looked over at him pointing towards something I couldn’t see and I really didn’t care as his sudden movement caused him to slip.

“Shit” I grabbed onto his arm and pulled him towards the ground but causing me to fall into the water.

“Y/N?!”

“Am okay” I tell him in a hurry seeing him get up and walk towards me. “It's okay” I struggled to get up on the edge with it freezing me to the bone and the speed of the water wasn’t helping. “Lets go before we choose to take a dip in the water again”

“Am sorry” Tate looks down as we continue our walk up.

“It's not your fault. People take cold plunges everytime, it's apparently good for you” I smile not wanting him to feel bad about it.

“Why?” he finally says with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Who knows, they are crazy people in my books” A small laugh falls from his mouth as we finally arrive. Most of the cowboys were in their tents I guess.

“Not the time to take a dive in the water” I motioned for him not to go on further knowing Tate was still feeling a little guilty about what happened.

“Lloyd and I will make sure to fire it off, why don’t you get to bed?” he nods setting the bucket down

“Goodnight” I wave him goodbye and watch him go into his tent. I seat down taking in the warmth of the fire.

“He almost fell into the water” Lloyd lets out an oh and takes a seat across from me.

“Heard anything about Jimmy’s problem?” I didn’t take my eyes from the fire as I shook my head no.

“I better not hear anything that has to do with Jimmy good or bad in the next couple of days because I won’t be here to take care of it” We laugh

“That boy needs more work than I have seen anybody needing but sure does know how to take a beating”

“Those are the beating that you can’t avoid, they help bring out the better person in him”

“I thought the older one was supposed to be the wiser one” I laugh looking over.

“You might beat me in age but not in soul.” He throws me something as I avoid it laughing together at the remark. Before he could say anything his eyes looked up and he cleared his thoat.

“Take care of the fire, I am going to get some sleep. Goodnight” I smile

“Goodnight” I wave. I turn over hearing footsteps.

“Tate told me what happened” I look over and nod my head. I see him take a seat down beside me.

“His only 7, things happen” I get up not wanting to hear anything else from him. I grab the bucket and throw the water at the fire.

“I set up a tent”

“Thanks” I grab the other bucket and make a circle around the

already turned off fire.

“They only had one tent to spare” I set down the bucket realising what he was saying.

“Great” I just wanted to get these wet clothes off and go to sleep.

“Also” Fucking great. I sigh walking in so he could follow. “Cowboys aren’t the best prepared.”

“I can see that” I don’t know why I laughed. If it was because of how tired I was and the cold running down my whole body was making it worse or because the circumstance has placed me with a guy who I carred not even a tiny bit to be close to right now. Okay. I say to myself taking off my shoes and socks laying them to dry for tomorrow. I look over and see Kayce taking out his big coat. I turn around and do the same but also take my pants off. The shirt thankfully is long enough to reach my mid thighs.

“Okay” I hear Kayce clear his throat before moving to the only sleeping bag we had. I was freezing so I didn’t take another second to turn off the lights and slip into the bag with him. “You’re shivering” I heard him whisper behind me as I had my back turned towards him.

“Maybe because I was wet and it doesn’t help that I get cold easily and that it's almost below zero right now” I wrap my arms around myself hoping it would help but it doesn’t. Minutes went by but sleep was not coming.

“Turn around” Before I could ask I felt one arm going under my head and unknowingly my body on its own turn to face him. His other arm slips over me and pulls me tighter. I let out a deep breath, getting comfortable. I don’t know if I was getting warmer because of his body heat or because being this close to him was too much for me. “Thank you” I smile. I think I was supposed to say that to him but I know why he was saying it. Definitely getting warmer because I was wrapped up in his arms right now. I was right, he didn’t smell like what I thought a cowboy would. He smelled nice. He is gentle, soft, not what in daylight I would describe him. Yet that somehow was comfortable for sleep to take over. In my head I tried counting the second but after 1219, I gave up. Frustrated and not only because I couldn’t sleep. “It's been almost 30 minutes and you can’t sleep?”

“It's been 21” I said annoyingly. I wanted to move to be more comfortable but I was currently in a stick position. My legs were straight and so were my arms.

“No wonder you’re not a morning person” Moving was the wrong choice. I only wanted to get out of the sleeping bag.

“Sorry” I whimper, pulling my hand up all the way not wanting to rub it against him any longer. I didn’t know where to go from there. The awkward tension was overtaking my anxiety and I needed to move.

“Wait” He whispers, taking hold of my hip with one hand. Second mistake was not moving after that. I closed my eyes trying to not let his touch affect me but that diffenetly didn’t help. I could feel even the warmth of his fingertips as they traveled along my back.

“Kayce” It was my last plea. The last piece of strength I had in me to leave. He pulled me even closer and the fire in my stomach ignited even more. I wanted to touch him. How close his face was to my hand.

“Tell me to stop” Those words left me breathless. My hands moved up his chest, cursing at the jacket he still had on. His other hand still under my head moved to push me closer just barely touching his lips. I touch up to his neck until I get to his face. The only thing being heard was the noise of our silent breaths. The shivers in my bones wanting and pulling towards him. When he finally comes closer brushing against my lips with his it wasn’t enough. I took hold of his jacket and pulled him to meet. At first it was only one kiss. Then another, and another. Until my fingers were wrapped in his hair gripping, wanting him to catch on to my wants. We explored our mouth what seemed like forever, not that I mind but I wanted more. I start grinning my body and I feel him put some distance with his other hand on my hip. “Do you-” I rolled my eyes. Of couse he tries to be a gentleman right now. I cut him mid sentence as I unzipped the bag but not to leave. No, he did this and now he is going to fix it. I climb on top of him to capture his lips again. Moving my hip trying to control a little of my urges.

“Don’t try to be nice right now” I say trailing kisses on his jaw and down his neck. “I need this jacket off” I mumbled frustrated.

“Yes ma’am” He grabs my face, kissing me as he pulls us up to a sitting position. What am I doing? The cold wasn’t bothering me anymore. As he takes his time taking his jacket off I can’t help but stop to think. What the hell am I doing right now? He just got out of a marriage. He has a child he must focus on. Was this just something to pass time? Why did I care? Surely it wouldn't be anything more. I didn’ let him take a look after pulling my shirt off. My lips attach to his as my hand works his belt.

“Can you help a little?” I look up hearing a slight chuckle from him. I lift my hip a little as he slides his pants off. I couldn’t focus any longer. Once I lowered myself knowing the only thing that separated us was the bare fabrice of my panties. “God” I moaned as he started kissing and sucking on my neck. His hands cared for my back before fiddling with the band. I huffed a little before moving them to the side and gently placing him where I wanted.

“Fuck” I tried. I wrap my arms around his shoulder trying to restrain myself. “Honey,” He whimpers grabbing fistful of my hair. I tried. My breathing was getting heavy as the bottom half of me couldn’t relax from squeezing him.

“I can't,” I whisper. He was big. Jesus was he. Where was all the confidence I had before?

“I won’t last long” He moves over to kiss my cheek. The sweat already forming was making my hair sticky. He moved it out the way to attach his lips to mine gently. “I want to cum” This was a plea and a whine together and damn did it take me to the peak. He continud to kiss me as his hands moved down to my hips to help me move.

“Shit.” I could feel tears swelling my eyes. “Jesus fuck” I didn’t know what to hold on to as his pace fasten. Slowly I feel his strength weaken. I follow my own rhythm up and down as fast as I need to.

“Honey..” My eyes roll back along with my head feeling my arousal almost reach its peak.

“Kayce” I moaned. To my surprise he attaches his mouth on one breast. “Fuck!”Jesus. I know it's wrong. I have spoken his name in tears, he must think I was praying to him hard.

“Mm. y/n?” I got out my thoughts looking down at him. My pace slowed down, putting more pressure on reaching my spot. God did he look beautiful. The slight shadow the moon casted I could see his messy hair. His pleaing eyes and swollen lips. Glimming. I grabbed his face to kiss him but he latched himself to my other breast giving it attention. Correcting myself, he looked the most beautiful right now. I kept on looking at him as his eyes never left mine. As the pace never slowed. The pressure is building up. Cumming on only fucusing on his eyes on mine. How the warmth of him and the kindness in his eyes has made me feel. His lips detach himself but not before leaving one last kiss. I hiss as they are sensitive.

“Tired?” I roll my eyes tracing my fingers down his shoulders onto my thighs. “I can make those eyes roll back for other reason now”

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 15:

I could feel my father’s stare on me from the moment I passed through the doors. The guards placed me and tied me up to the chair right beside Gris. He looked badly beaten up. Once the guards moved I could finally see my fathers face again. Some of his right hand men were beside him. The room was some kind of dungeon except there were windows and we were certainly on the main floor of the castle. I stared directly into my father's eyes trying to get anything out of him, he seemed lost. His beard has grown longer than before. His eyes filled with sadness and pain. A cane present on the hand that never needed one before. He was young but now he could pass as a Walker. He scoffs, directing his eyes away from mine and begins to walk out. “Can’t even stand there and look into my eyes to tell me what the hell you have become?!” I didn’t want to be the first one to talk but he left me no choice. He was going to just walk out? Leave me and his son tied up in a chair while he seems half dead? “The man I admire the most” A lump stuck in my throat but I continued. “The man who taught me everything I know” My mouth is so dry. “The man who built a place people years ago couldn’t imagine just-”

“I AM NOT THAT MAN ANYMORE!” His loud voice pushed me back in my seat. The fire in his eyes got bigger but I knew I couldn’t stop there. He was either going to burn himself down or this whole kingdom down, but I wasn’t going to let either go down. “They took that from me!” I shake my head. The Dothraki did something terrible yes but nothing like he is doing right now. “She made me a better person and you!” he paused, taking a hold of his chest. “You, the one who was supposed to stay here, the one who swore to protect them left!”

“You can’t hold that against me! You taught me to do what I most desire and that's what I did! I got out of here!”

“AND NOW YOUR MOTHER AND SISTER ARE DEAD!” I shake my head. It wasn’t my fault. He is hurt and in pain but it wasn’t my fault. I feel his rough hand grab my chin to look up at him. “You can tell yourself anything you want but It is all your fault. If you hadn’t intervened to save your so-called queen they would have respected the treaty. They wouldn’t have attacked and your mother and sister would be alive” He pushes me away harshly. The tears sting my eyes wanting to be let out.

“What they were doing was wrong and you know that. You know I had a right to fulfill in Dothraki. I don’t regret what I did” He struts to me, landing a hand on my cheek and then the other.

“You had an obligation here! You always had and never did you take such pleasure in fulfilling that obligation like you did for the Dothraki” I look up not fazed by his words. He always knew I was no one to fill his shoes. He told me to run and do what I wanted as long as I always came back to see them. To not live an unhappy life doing things just because people expect things from me. To never promise when in my heart there was an obvious choice. “You never stepped up to accept your responsibility or own up to it. You always did what you liked and never apologized for your actions. Those are some things you never took up from your mother”

“I am not her!” That one stinged. “I was never and will never be her. No matter how many times people say I am her. No matter if all I did was follow her around until the day I left. I WILL NEVER BE HER. As for me being selfish you are so wrong. All I ever did was try to make you happy. Maybe I wasn’t as happy about it but I was there. I was there going to consuels with you. Taking a trip to the people to hear their complaints. I took a class about what every ruler should know. I STEPPED UP!. I didn’t want to but I was there. I never did one thing from me until I left. I know I had my doubts but up until the point I got the news about Drogo and you told me to follow what I believe in. That it was finally my time to live. I thought you were okay with it, because until then I was going to accept the crown. For you and for everyone, I was doing it for everyone else but me! So who is the selfish one?” He comes closer taking out his knife and slowly running it down my face.

“You will never be her. You will never suffice anyone. No matter what words you try to use to explain yourself you know deep down you will never be good enough for nothing” My eyes stare blankly at him as the blade continues to trace down until it reaches the end. With that he stands up straight and walks out as do the rest of the people in the room. When the door closed I rapidly tried to wake Gris up. “Come on, we need to get out of here!” I whisper yell knowing there were guards outside the door. Damnit. The rope around my wrist was painful but I pulled and pulled until I finally released myself. I drained my body from most of my energy. My bones ached and my eyelids felt heavier than it ever did before. I look out the window and see the sun coming down. I hurry to untie my legs and continue on with Gris but stop mid untying. He can barely move, he is better off staying here. I look around only to see a torch. I guess that has to work. “Can I get some water?!” I hid behind the door and as the first one came in I knocked him out and that the other one out with a hit in the throat. I tie their hands together and gag them before continuing down the hall. It was a secluded hall. A hall we were not welcomed to go into and now I can see why. I make my way down to the cells and see an image I wish to erase from my memory. Dothraki all piled up. The smell came from some who were surrounded by their own blood.

“Princess” One says in their tongue. I turn over, nodding my head. I hurriedly opened up the cells so let them out.

“We need to free the rest and then get out of here” This night can go any which way. I just hope whatever happens, we do the right thing. I watched the Dothraki unlock the rest until there was no cell left locked. “We will take the night to our advantage. We work better with our hands anyways” I speak to them at the bottom of the stairs. “There are guards everywhere guarding every inch of this castle. There are more cells and I will take a group to free the rest of our people and for the rest, you will take care of every guard” I motioned them to follow.

“My name is Iter” A dothraki beside me whispers. “I heard many things about the Drogo Princess”

“Call me Y/N” I smile towards him while avoiding any guards. We get to the cells below and I send men to unlock the cells and to tell them my orders.

“Is it true we traveled the sea?” He was young. Not an adult young, he was still a child. Dothraki grew big and tall and it was hard to tell the different in ages but the way he spoke so unexpericence, he hads to still be child.

“Yes” Calmly I continued along most of the cells without coming in contact with a guard or two. Most of them stayed outside the doors but by using the walls we could get in and out. We used the walls to continue our way to gather weapons. Gris was brough out and once I knew he was out of harm's way we stood outside the gate of the castle. Dothaki men, women and children stood beside me.

“We stand with you Drogo Princess. Lady of the Night. Our Khalessi” I look over to the man beside me. His name was Rohno. I don’t deserve any of those names.

“Y/N” He looked unfazed. He stood up straight looking at the motions on the gates walls. I look over and by the figure thanks to the many nights I sneaked arounded in the castle unable to sleep I can tell it was my father.

“You can try to run but I will continue to chase until all of you are dead!” He screamed from ontop of the walls.

“You got us mistaken, father! We are not running away, we are here to fight!” The Dothraki starts screaming. “Unless you want to talk it through and agree to stop all this tyranny” It hurt my heart to let those words out to my father. The man I once looked up to. I know he is hurting and needs help but he isn’t allowing us to do that. His pain has created a dark hole in him and is trying to fix it with killing innocent people. Not all were Dothraki in the field. They were our people too. People from Omnis.

“I am doing what is right. I was blind a long time ago to think these people could live in peace. It caused me the greatest pain and I am not going to allow them to cause anymore. Call it whatever you want but I will never again rule in peace as long as they are still alive!”

“They are not the problem. They were following their leader, one who they swore their loyalty to!. Sounds familiar? He was the problem, not all of them” I pointed at the Dothraki behind me.

“You are so naive!” I see his figure move away. I look up around as the archers take their stand. “I will avenge your death, my daughter!” I hear his faint voice but I can no longer see him.

“We will stand by you,” Rohno says. The only noise other than our quicken breath is the string in the bows.

“Fire!” I close my eyes, holding my breath.

“We need to move” I open my eyes. I nod, taking hold of my sword and rushing forward. I missed the arrows and now we are running towards the food. Dothraki are screaming behind me, ready to fight for their freedom. We make noise on the door and they open. Not because my father felt kind enough to but because I left men inside for this moment. The doors open and we are met by guards, not enough. I look over and make my way towards the stairs. I need to find my father.

“I want him alive, no one kills him,” Rohno nods, rushing up ahead. I avoid a sword to my head, kneel down and stash it in the guards stomach. The Dothraki moves most of the guards out of the way as my vision is just focused on catching my father. Once the crowd that covered him is cleared he just stands there. No weapon. Not even his cane in hand. His fierce eyes only looked at me.

“You wouldn’t kill me.” He laughs, turning around to walk away. I take out the knife in my belt and throw it towards him. “Oh!” he screams, falling to the ground. He twisted his leg, taking out the knife and throwing it out the way.

“You’re right, I would never. I love you too much”

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 17:

Ghost lays down probably over the whole situation. While my hands were shaking and my head spinning I tried to open my mouth. “My Queen, you need us to arrest this man?” I look back and there were 2 guardsmen there.

“No. Leave us, go back to the castle”

“Yes your grace” My gaze fell to the ground. I took a deep breath breaking down in my minute what I needed to get out before anything else happened.

“Queen?” I turn to him and give him a small shrug.

“Not officially. Just filling in until Stella is old enough.” I walk closer to him. He was close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him even in the summer weather. He had gotten rid of his fur but the leather armour is still on. “Or maybe if someone kills me” I let out a chuckle which only covered the tears that were threatening to come out. “Some people will fight it” How can anxiety fill me up so quickly? “ I know for a fact one of the council members will” That's when I feel his hand on my chin and he lifts it up so we are looking eye to eye. “I don’t want any of this and I don’t know what I am trying to prove anymore” Looking into his brown eyes only made me feel vulnerable in his presence. I look away but am pulled back to him.

“You don’t need to have all the answers, just a goal.”

“But what goal is that? Place Stella in the throne? Give Omnis the ruler they deserve? Give into every request to make them happy? You know they want to sentence my father to death?! I can’t do that. I can’t stand infront of everyone especially Gris and Stella and pretend I know what I am doing because I don’t!” My heart was speeding up.

“You are a natural leader. I know it can be sufficating but you have to remember who you are doing this for.” Then it hit me. His words and what Bran told me the day I left. I hadn’t gotten the chance to stop and think about it but the signs were there. It has been a month and nothing. “If anyone can deal under pressure is you” I took a second to just look at him. He was here. How was he here? Well I have an idea on how but, how? And why? What happened at Kings Landing? “Can you get out of that little head of yours?” I playfully hit his chest.

“Shut up. I didn’t know what I want to know first” One hand drops down and wraps around me to pull us closer.

“You know what I want to know?” The other hand moves my hair away and pulls my face closer. “Did you miss me?” I stare blankly at his grin. Of course I missed him. I thought about him all night and day. Whether he had survived Cersei. I know for a fact he would have told Daenerys about his true heritage and she probably didn’t take it lightly. I wished and prayed for him to be saafe and in no harm's way. Hoped for the day I will see him again. Hold him again “Am just going to kiss you already” And what a kiss it was. My arms finally wrapped around him. A part of me was scared that if I touched him he might not have been real. Maybe a part of my imagination. But he was truly here. His lips moved in sync with mine. I tangled my hands in his hair. “So you did miss me?” I roll my eyes pulling backwards towards the trees.

“Can you just kiss me again?” I didn’t wait for an answer and pulled him in. My back hits the tree and a moan leaves my mouth. His lips move over my jaw and down my neck. “It's hot. I think you should get rid of all this leather”

“I agree, it's hot even for this silk” I looked down and my knees buckled seeing the sight of his hand wrapping my clothing in his fist pulling on it.

“I agree.” He pulls me up straight as I gain the strength back on my legs. I pull the clips out and his armour falls. The cotten white undershirt caused another issue for me. I caress his chest slowly untying it. I felt his quicken heart and my movement stopped. “Jon” he picks up his head to look at me. His smile dropped at my whisper tone. “Its no you and I anymore”

“What?” A smile appeared on my face. It was probably a bad time to bring it up but I needed him to know. What if he has other feelings about it? I want to be able to walk away with nothing but his loving memory in Westoros. I wouldn’t bear losing him after I lose myself with him again.

“I’m pregnant” I looked into his eyes for any sign of life but no emotion was there. I realize he wasn’t looking at me but a haze was probably blocking his eyes. I ignored every question and doubt to fill my thoughts. I needed to give him some time to think. I ball my hand and move it away.

“No” He catches my wrist. Pulling my hand gently so it finds his shoulder just like the other and as soon as he lets go he pulls me closer into a hug. “Bran told me to come find you” I hear him whisper. “I wanted to give you time and let time bring us together. Daenerys attacked King's Landing. She did the thing she said she wouldn’t become.” He pulls away, grabbing my cheeks with both hands. “I knew if she was still here she wouldn’t stop fighting for the throne” I gasped. Daenerys is dead?. “I accepted whatever came after my actions. Bran became the protector of the six kingdoms. Sansa, Queen of Winterfell. For my action they exile me to the wall, per the request of the unsullied. Arya brought me over to begin her travels”

“Hey” It was my turn to get his attention. “I know your actions had their reasons. I know it wasn’t something you wanted on your hands”

“I gave my word” His eyes moved down to my stomach. “I must travel to the wall. I know I can wait for you but now,” He looks up to me again “I love you and now Its not longer you and I”

“Everything is going to be okay. We don’t need to have all the answers right now” I smile taking a hold of his hands. “Let's go and get some food for you and figure everything out. It's still you and I, this little person is just going to have to step aside for a bit” He chuckles.

“Hey” He pulls me back holding on to my hand. “Don’t get lost in that mind of yours. This is nothing to think about with this. It's still us” He places both hands on my stomach. “This is us. You and I”

Helpless

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

A/N: This chapter is going to be short. I want to focus more of the main character than the plot. In the next chapters that’s what it will be but here and there it will include the plot because it affects them as well. Thank you❤️.

Part 5

Chapter 4

The next day, or so I hoped it was, feeling how tired and sleep deprived I felt I woke up to my phone ringing. “Hello?”

“Y/N, This is Donnie. Tell John Jenkins is dead” I got dressed in a hurry finishing the call with the sheriff and rushing downstairs.

“Where’s John?” I ask Beth as I see her walking down the hallway

“Office” Beth's eyes seemed to want to tell me something but I ignored it as I walked towards John’s office. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I rush in until I notice Jamie and Kayce there too.

“I heard you had a long night” He sits in his chair. “We have matters to discuss so if you can give us a minute” He motions to the doors.

“Jenkins is dead” I flat out said. “Donnie doesn't know how long he can keep it a secret but he can get you a day” I could feel Kayce’s stare as I walked mid center infront of John’s desk. I want to look at him and tell him I was sorry. For what? That won’t help. I didn’t have anything to be sorry for but I felt bad, no one should be going through this.

“We can’t worry about it now. We will take care of it. I need to get a warrant” I nod.

“Donnie agreed to keep his cousins down since when off duty they get extra work as Becks security”

“Get me that warrant” I nod again walking out of the office and to get changed into real clothes this time. I rush over to the office and get everything situated and set over to John.

“Hello?” I answer my phone wanting nothing else than to get back to the ranch and help evey way possible.

“Hey Y/N. Just wanted to check in to see if we were still on for drinks?” Shit.I forgot it was today.

“Cassidy” I tried not to sound so surprised and chipper. “I am actually in a rush right now. Didn’t see it coming, we will have to reschedule. I hope that's not a problem?”

“That's okay. I know we will have a chance soon enough to have dinner or atleast coffee together”

“Thank you for being so understanding. I will call you to reschedule” I didn’t wait to hear her respond before saying goodbye and ending the phone call. I got to the ranch and felt useless just walking around the living room. Getting news little by little. Like how Kayce was sent out with a warrant to the Becks and got information on a milita that knew where Tate was. It was evening now and John and the rest of the cowboys were out. This was the worst part. Knowing in any second or maybe it was happening now but that Rip was getting sent out as practically bait.

“What is going on?” I hear the door open to see a red eyed Monica still with fresh tears in her face. I offer her seat and tell her everything I knew up to this point. We watch the sun start rising as we, including Beth, sit on the couch watching the glass doors.

“Do you want coffee?” I looked over to Monica who was laying her head on Beth’s lap. We havent closed our eyes since the last morning. She tried to speak but her rough voice didn’t allow her to. I only nod, getting up to go towards the kitchen. I wait for the coffee to finish and look up towards the window and see John getting out of his truck. I place the coffee in a cup and walk out to see Monica huggin John.

“He's okay?” she sobbed in his arms. She asked it as a question, doubting until she could finally hold him in his arms again.

“The sheriff is driving them over at this moment” Monica whips some tears pulling away from John. I hear the front door open to see Beth walking out and a few seconds later John follows.

“Here. You are going to need some energy” I handed her the cup and gently made sure she sat back on the couch. I watch as she finishes the coffee and sets it down. How she closes her eyes slowly fighting to keep awake but sleep wins. Finally allowing herself to let most of her worry go away. I don’t know how long it was until I saw John walking in with Tate in his arms. He looks over at Monica and then at me.

“Give me a minute” I nod, getting up and picking the cup to set it in the sink. I take a deep breath and go back into the living room. Seeing Tate gives me some relief from the past day, but I can’t imagine how much Monica is going to feel. I look up seeing Kayce walking down the stairs. “How long?” I look over to Monica and back at Kayce.

“10 minutes?” I am unsure on how long Monica had closed her eyes. Kayce nods, walking closer to the couch. “I’ll be outside” I walk out and wrap myself with my arms embracing the cold air of the morning. I walk over and take a seat on the rocking chair and close my eyes. I don’t know how long it passed but I didn't open my eyes until I heard the door open again. “How is he?” I spoke first seeing Kayce looking at the distance.

“He will be okay,” He whispered, shaking his head. It seemed like he was trying to convince himself of that too. “Look..” I wave my hand stopping him.

“Let's talk tomorrow. You have a lot of things to do and catch up on some sleep” I smile, giving him a pat on the shoulder before entering the house and going straight to bed. I slept until 1. Got a quick shower done and off to find John I went. I saw him walking past me to his office. Jamie in his suit again.

“Goodmorning” He smiles walking past me. I guess his cowboying days are over.

“We need to talk” John motions for me to sit down. He wears a black suit and tired eyes.

“I am no longer livestock commissioner” All I have to say is wow. “People are going to figure out the person kidnapped is my blood and it will not look good for me”

“Am guessing Jamie wasn’t your first option” He shakes his head directing his view outside.

“Kayce didn’t want any part of it” He sits up in his chair looking over at me now. “Me and the the rest of the wranglers are going to set camp to make sure the cattle can go back for summer”

“What?Do you need me to keep watch?” I chuckle

“You have never even touched a horse from the day you’ve been here, if you can ride a horse you can be a foreman” We laugh feeling some relief but of course that always ends quickly. “But I do need you to keep watch on loose strands here and especially on Jamie”

“How long are you going to be out there for?” John shrugs

“Until it all makes sense again” I nod. I know he knows what he is doing all of this for. What his purpose of fighting and breathing is for. This is his land and he wants to keep it that way so he can pass it on.

The next day I watched them depart for camp. Monica decided it was best for Tate to go with them since he loved being a cowboy. It included fishing, horse riding, spending time with his grandfather and father but especially not going to school. For the next few days things are going to take a turn. With Jamie in office now and Beck's death. The new company taking over Jenkins land and wanting to stop Rainwater’s construction. The Duttons are strong but when it comes to getting help with something they think they can take care of, God, they are stubborn.

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 11:

“I have to go” Pulling back from Jon I start missing the warmth he radiates. “The sun is close” I look over to the horizon and know soon enough that although it's dark, I can imagine how it looked in the morning, praying to see that again. I look back to Jon and try to take as much of him in. “You hold on tight to that dragon”

“Yes Princess” The only thing holding onto him were my hands. When I removed them I walked towards him pulling him closer as my hands touched his cheeks. Atleast one last kiss. It was a simple one. A simple goodbye. A simple see you soon. A simple stay safe. A simple, don’t do anything stupid because I will be fighting to stay here with you. A simple, I love you. I pulled away, turned around and kept on walking. Love was always the thing that held me together. To be honest I never cared about dying. Never cared about leaving anyone behind. Yes I have people I loved who I would be crushed to see suffer because I am no longer here but at the end of the day they would be fine. Yet I get this overwhelming feeling now, that no matter what happens, I have to stay alive. I can’t not be afraid of death. I need to see what the future holds for me, I have to know. Once I reach the gates I mount my horse and wait for the Dothraki to take their stance behind me.

“Move forward” I yell in Dothraki. The horde rides out in between the unsullied to form themselves up infront of them.

“Lady Y/N” I look down and see a young girl there.

“Am no Lady” I say, mounting off my horse.

“My apologies, Princess” I laugh, shaking my head.

“Just Y/N. What can I do for you Lady Mormont?” She is a strong girl. I shake my head from going deep into a hole thinking about how she got to be a lady in this war.

“My cousin is out there” Jorah. “I-” She shakes her head. Her hands fall to the side as she tries to get her words out.

“I will stand with him, fight alongside him, '' Lady Mormont nods. I give her a smile before mounting on my horse and riding out to find Greyworm. My horse stops as it stands beside Arya. “If anything goes wrong, you are to go behind the gate” I look at both Arya and Greyworm. He nods knowing it was an order towards him to keep Arya safe. “Lead them Arya. Lead them well. They have their orders. Those catapults and trenches are yours to use” She nods. With a final glance I continue on riding. I see a figure coming closer on a horse. The rider's cloak falls back from their face and it's the redhead woman, Mellisandra. I keep on riding until I reach Jorah.

“You brought company” I looked confused as he pointed something behind me. I look back and see Ghost marching up to stand in the middle of us.

“Only because I threatened to make a fur coat of him” His low growl was heard and I only smiled. “Are you ready?” I look down again and see him focus on the darkness.

“I guess that everyone” Jorah jokes. He pulls out his sword as I do mine. My attention moves to the swishing sounds and growls above us. Daenerys and Jon are surveying the area. Their shadows can be seen thanks to the moon shining through the clouds above. I look down and give the signal. The soldiers start yelling and the Dothraki start wailing. I spur my horse forwad knowing the Dothraki was right behind me. The flaming swords allow us to see a bit of the onslaught as the Dothraki pull far away from the rest of the forces. Above us the stone from the catapults are seen behind the throne. The fire helps us with view as we come upon the dead.

The flaming stones crash to the ground in front of us. The snarls of the undead army precede them. We see the ferocious undead emerging from the darkness, massive in size and in numbers. The fire starts to quit and no matter how many we stick our swords in, the double amount shows up. Our forces are getting thinner and thinner by the minute. I look around to see Jorah struggling.

“Everyone! Back!” I yell in Dothraki. I rush to Jorah off my horse. Pushing the undead back and stabbing it. “We are getting mudered!” I yell. Jorah gets on his horse and rides off. I start running back and alongside me I see Ghost. The sound around me was made of horse whinnies in the darkness followed by the footsteps of retreating Dothraki on foot. We catch up to the unsullied and watch the Dothraki come in. Greyworm’s face twists in anger. I go to say something but Arya beats me to it. Greyworm nods to her command as he places on his helmet.The wind blows stronger. A soft pattern becomes a rumble of running feet as the undead army starts to boil forth the darkness, running at full tilt. Once visible, they come in like a tidal wave.

“Take your stance!” Greyworm shouts. The Unsullied take their braced battle stance, spears pointed forward. I stand back and watch the army of wights crash over them, shrieking and snarling. They stab and slice the Unsullied as they barrel through. I ran up to renforce. I watch as soldiers run from their stance towards the wall. The undead crash into their cadre at full speed and the battle begins. One after the other comes rushing towards us. A blow to the head, another to their spin and the rest wherever my sword catches them.

“Arya gets back into the gate!”Just then, the dragons above shoot forth a wall of flame as they dive past, disintegrating the undead. The dragons continue to do this until a white smoke of winter covers them. Fuck!. I rush towards Arya and pull her back, phishing her towards the gates. “Get back in the castle!” With a straight glance she nods. I am not pushing her away from the war. A war can’t be fought if the leader is dead. After a couple of minutes the archers above the wall start helping. I keep on fighting until the wind is knocked out of me. My sword is the only thing keeping me alive as one undead stays above me. With all my strength I pushed him back but not quick enough to see another coming towards me. I turn over and see Ghost taking care of him as I jab my sword into another. “I might be rethinking the fur coat”

“Fall back! Fall back! Tormund screams. The northman follows the command to retreat.

“Protect the retreat!” I yell in Valaryian. The northman makes it to the gate and the doors open. The undead continue to fight with an unhinged rage.

“Stand your ground!” Greyworm’s voice can be heard. Other than the grunts of the unsullied in the front line you can hear the northman behind us taking their stance. Spears pointed forward as we stood as the undead continued to swarm into us with great force.

“Retreat!” I hear a voice overboard in Valaryian. I can make it out to be Arya. Another soldier from afar yells to retreat. The Unsullied begin to fall back. “Light the trenches!” We watch as the last line of the Unsullied is being crossed. The undead making slow but constant progress against us. I look up seeing Davos wave a torch around.

“Light the trench!” A worried soldier screams out. I look over to Greyworm who continues to pant as he watches the ferocious undead army battle against the last man in the line.

“She can’t see the light, the snow is too strong” I scream over to Greyworm “Light the trenches!” The archers on the wall start shooting flaming torches at the palisade in the trenches. I watch as each arrow burns out each time it reaches its target, some don’t even make it as the harsh winds blow them out. The northenman try to light it with torches but it no use. I walk towards the gate and send out a line of Unsullied to take a stance. The weather gets worse by the second and our exhaustion will soon take over us. The sound of the Unsullied making a passageway catches my attention. Melisandre walks up giving me a quick glance before reaching the trenches. She lifts up her hand and starts chanting in Valaryian.

“Lord of Light, cast your light upon us. Lord of Light, defend us. For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Nothing. The winds keep blowing harder and the undead twice as strong forward. “Lord of Light, cast your light upon us! Lord of Light, defend us! For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Flaming arrows streak down from the ramparts into the darkness beyond the trench. The growls of the undead creep out of the darkness. I run up to help the Unsullied protect her. “Lord of Light, cast your light upon us! Lord of Light, defend us! For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Her chant became louder and in a second the trenches spark into flames. We take a step back watching as the fire consumes the attacking ghoul and those behind it. The trench erupts into a blinding wall of flame, stopping the swarm of undead attackers. They shriek in surprise and pain. For now, Winterfell is protected from the charge. I don’t know how long it has been but I wish it had lasted longer. The undead stood motionless now. One steps calmly forward into the trench falling face first.Then another joins him, and another still. They pile on top of one another at a quickening pace.

“Guard the walls”I pull back, continuing watching as the undead sacrifice themselves, one by one.Other groups of undead tumble into the trench, building other pathways with their bodies. They fall like dominoes until they have spanned the trench. “Man the walls”I scream out a warning again.The first wave of undead forge across the corpse bridge. We move forward to attack. Northernman from inside the walls march out to help with the alarming growing number of undead now crossing the trenches.

“Get behind the wall!” I didn’t turn around until I was running in the same direction as the person pulling me. I look up seeing nothernmen fighting up high in the wall.

“Where is Arya?” Tormund looks around, not being able to find her eithier. I didn’t wait for an answer. I ran along the wall trying to find her and help as much as possible. One after another undead, I come to a corner to see the man they call the Hound. Jon told me about him, and how he helped or tried to help Arya. “Get up! I need you to find Arya!”I stand in alert infront of him making sure the undead doesn’t get to me.

“He's a coward! Afraid of a little fire!” Beric screams over

“Fuck off! We can't beat them. Don't you see that, you stupid whore? We're fighting Death! They can't beat Death” I turn over and see more pileing up into the courtyard.

“Why don’t you tell her that?!” His eyes turn to what I am seeing. Arya rolling down to the ground fighting the undead with such force.

“I found her for you! Now you only have to keep her alive”There is a grunt from his direction but he gets up and makes his way towards her and Beric. I turn over, slashing an undead with my sword. My vision clears off the distance to see Daenerys in the middle of the field. I make my way through the undead but stop in my tracks seeing Jon running into Winterfell. His eyes fell on me and we shared a sigh of relief. He wanted to say something but I shook my head. “Go” I whisper, grasping his hand really quickly before making my way towards Daenerys. Just in time I pulled her away. Drogon flies up shaking the undead who start to mount him. They now turn their direction towards us and charge.

“Let's go!” Jorah takes hold of Daenerys as we try to make our way to safer ground.HE leads her through the burning wreckage of the battlefield outside the walls of Winterfell as I follow close behind. I slash two more until we come to a halt. The undead surrounding us from all sides. I hear a grunt to my side and stab the undead who stabbed Jorah in the side.

“We need to keep going!” I tell them. I look around but there is no end to this. We just have to continue fighting. Jorah takes his stance again. I turn and rage towards the ones coming forward. A slash in my arm causes my sword to fall. I trip over and grab another one on the ground and stab it on the undeads back before turning and slashing another.

“NO!’ Daenerys cries as a sword penetrates Jorahs heart. She takes a sword and stabs the undead in return. I rush over but fall as an undead grabs my ankle. I cut his wrist and gathered myself up. Daenerys cradles Jorah but I have to time to look any longer. I take another sword in my hand and protect them. I gained a slash in my right arm again, one in my shoulder and another in the other arm.

“Y/N!” I turned early enough to slash the undead behind me but not quick enough that blocked him from creating a line across my stomach. The pain became unbearable. My vision was cloudy. Far away I could see the horizon again as the sun kissed the sky. As the undead went down, so did I.

NOT A CHAPTER

This will be insert of storylines that happens in the future if Yn and Kayce

Chapter 16:- Part 3

Chapter 15:-Part 2

The following morning after spending all night painting Tate’s room, we went straight to bed after getting somthing in our stomachs. I was up before the sun was up and around here it's pretty early. “Where are you going?” Kayce sits up trying to bother Tate. I was already dressed just getting my phone from beside him. I kneel down to see him eye to eye.

“I need to get to the office and deal with this” I nudge at the envelope. “I can’t count this over until Jennifer files this away” I faintly smile giving him a kiss before standing up.

“Wait” He quietly shouted. I turn around seeing him rush up towards me. He stalked closer and I walked backward out the room seeing him follow me and close the door. “Are you going to be okay? I mean-”He walks much closer placing his hands on my hip. “I know you will be okay but Jaime can be there to help if needed” I smile looking down. I understand where his worry is coming from, but I didn’t need anyones help on this. I look up, placing my things down on the island and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I will take him in account” I enterwine my fingers together pushing him head forward.

“Promise?” He whispered leaning into the side still enough to look perfectly into his eyes.

“Kayce” I warned. He knows I hate making promises. If I were to make one it meant there would be a way to disappoint someone. And I didn’t want to do that to people I care about.

“This is the first time you have dealt with your parents so closely after many years. I just want you to know that this family you have now will be beside you when you need them. You have us on the sideline to pick.” I chuckle a little.

“You have been getting into sports too much” His smile gets bigger before nudging at me.

“Am serious”

“I know cowboy” I move in to kiss him but he pulls back. I groan, rolling my eyes. “Okay” I move in again but he pulls back again!. “Kayce!” I groan. I see a faint smile but other than that he continues to stand there not saying another word. “Fine” I stomp my foot slightly. “I promise if it becomes too much I will put someone in the play to help” It sounded like a question more than a statement. But I look back at him and I guess he accepted what I was giving him since there was a smile on his face. I pull my hand looking at the time. “I have to go” I push away grabbing my things

“What? What about my kiss?” I smile walking towards the door.

“I gave you a second chance and you know I don’t do that” Before I could reach the door he was on me. I dropped my things, grabbing onto what I could. My body pressed against the door, his hands entangled in my hair. “Kayce!” I groaned wanting to push him back but my hands were pulling on the fabric of his shirt. He groaned, moving his kisses down to my neck.

“We should christien the guest room” He whispers and I only shake my head quickly.

“What are you doing to mom!?” We pull apart, frantic to the expression on Tate’s face. He must have heard groans and mistaked it for pain. I was horrified seeing him come rushing inbetween us pushin Kayce away.

“Bud I was only kissing her goodbye” Kayce whispers kneeling infront of him with a smile.

“No you weren’t!” He turns around wrapping his arms around me into a hug. Thankfully he didn’t ask or said anything else. I smile a bit, rubbing his back. “You can’t hurt her! She might have my little sibling in here” I smile lifting him up.

“Bud, he wasn’t hurting me” I whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arm tightly around my neck. “And he definitely would never hurt your little sibling” I wasn’t pregnat. Tate knew that and Kayce knew that. Tate and I had been talking in the present tense of a baby since he asked for one. He understands it won’t be soon but it became a habit, I am just thankful he won’t have anything against one when it decides to show up.

“Can we go back to sleep?” Tate looks over to Kayce and then turns to me.

“Can’t” I put him down grabbing onto his hand. “I have work but I will be back early today so we can be lazy all afternoon” I lead him back to the room and tuck him in again.

“Can you bring pizza?” I look over to Kayce and he nods.

“I think that would be a yes” I turned over to Tate who had a big smile on his face as he turned to the side and cuddled into the mattress. I get up walking out the bedroom door and closing it. I look over to Kayce before walking towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. “I will text you when I am on my way home!” I quietly scream before grabbing my things and walking out the door. When I got to the office it was 10 minutes till 6. I took a moment to sit down peacefully before work began. I open the file and read it word per word. She was asking for my share that was given to me once I turned 18. Legally you cannot take hold of it after and since she waited years to do so she needs my permission. It also states that I should agree to never sue them and that my last name should never be connected to them or I could choose to change it. I can’t do anything until I have the right and full legal suit here. My father said there would be some changes and I bet it will be here soon.