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vassia-sparta · 1 year

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Daemon Targaryen x OC Soulmate AU - Part 2

So, I received a request after I posted my last fic, and this one was created. In this, the bond between Daemon and his wife is explored a little bit more.

Trigger warnings: mentions of violence, child abuse

Part one here

Daemon was never known for his calm demeanor, that much was true. Most of those at court knew not to rile him up, lest they wake the dragon. Much like his Red Wyrm, once angered, Daemon could not be tamed or reasoned with. Yet there was always someone who tried his very best to drive him to his very limits, maybe even over them.

There was no love lost between Daemon and Otto Hightower, the King’s Hand. From the very first moment those two met, you could feel the hostility, the anger gathering in the room like a poisonous smoke. Otto always did everything he could to bring up the volatile and rogue nature of the Targaryen Prince, advising the King to remove him from court, for the good of the realm. Daemon, on the other hand, never lost the chance to tease and taunt his adversary, either through his weak spots, or simply ignoring everything the other man said and doing as he thought best. And in the middle of it all the King and the rest of the small council, trying to keep things from going out of hand.

Today was just one such day, only the scene was unfolding in front of the entire court. The two men were arguing about another bout of harsh punishments Daemon had delivered throughout the city. From what the rumors spoke of, he had maimed or killed at least 30 people, delivering each punishment himself, personally.

“Your Grace, this unchecked behavior of the prince cannot go any further. Reports show that him and his gold-cloaked thugs made a festival of the slaughter, teasing those about to be punished with sneers and jests. There were even some who claimed that one of the soldiers dismembered a man down at the docks, while the prince watched and drank wine with his friends.”

Everyone in the room stood aghast of such a revelation, and you tried your very best not to stumble when the wave of absolute fury hit you like a wall.

Lord Otto ignored the whispers coming from the crowd gathered to hear today’s proceedings, and turned towards the King sitting on the Iron Throne.

“Are we really supposed to let a wild animal like him roam free through the city, doing what he wants to the innocent people of King’s Landing without getting punished for it? Already there are several merchants and tradesmen complaining about the damages done to their shops during the raid. If we let this go on, we will have a riot in our hands.”

Several courtiers agreed with the Hand, while you kept your eyes on your husband. He looked absolutely murderous, his hand twitching on the handle of his Valyrian sword. You knew that, if this went on any further, Daemon would draw his sword, and things would go downhill from then on.

You stood near the front of the crowd, your mind reeling, trying to find a way to ease the tension. It seemed impossible, Daemon was one word away from turning his enemy into pieces before the entire court, and the smug expression on lord Otto’s face didn’t help with the matter.

Then you remembered something you had read in that book from Old Valyria about the magic of the soulmate bond. It was observed among soulmates that, when one of them were in some sort of distress, the other could have a calming effect on them if they could focus on it. You had read about a young dragonlord who had managed to calm down his wife during her labor. The child was descending feet first, causing so much pain to its mother that she had seized the healer’s knife and tried to cut through her belly to get the baby out. The young lord had managed to stop her and held her in her arms, whispering soothing words to her as the midwife tried her best to turn the baby around and deliver it safely. He had been successful, and both the mother and her child had made it through the ordeal.

You knew that you couldn’t just go and hug your husband in order to do the same, but you could at least try to use the bond to somehow ease his anger. You took a few deep breaths, letting everything else around you fade and focus on your connection. The fiery waves of anger still came through, one stronger than the other. You closed your eyes, bringing to mind one of the most treasured memories you shared with your husband.

A few months into your marriage, Daemon had taken you for your first flight on his dragon. Caraxes had taken quite a liking to you, and the two of you had flown on his back all over Blackwater Bay, before landing on a small island within sight of Dragonstone. Daemon told you that he used to come here as a kid after his parents died, to escape the tediousness of court life and the many women who wanted him for their husband.

“It’s my resting place, the one place I can be myself, without anyone judging me or glaring at me,” your husband had whispered as you both lay on the grass staring at the clouds passing over you. It really was a small paradise, with a small patch of trees to the south, some rocky hills with caves under them, and a small beach with white sand and small seashells spread all over it. You really could see yourself living here for the rest of your life, just you, Daemon and all the children you would have. No courtiers, no fights with devious men who sought to hurt your husband, only peace, clear skies and the endless sea surrounding your home.

You felt the anger slowly fading away, a sense of calmness and peace replacing it. It was as if a gentle sea wave washed over you, putting out the fire, leaving you cool and refreshed. You opened your eyes and looked at your husband. He looked calm, but also surprised. He glanced at you, and you gave him an encouraging smile. His eyes shined with joy, a small smile gracing his face.

Then he turned to his adversary, but there was no anger this time. Instead, the sense of calm was reinforced somehow, stabilizing it.

“I think you are missing a few key pieces of information my lord Hand, allow me to enlighten you,” Daemon simply stated, his voice steady.

Otto Hightower looked at him with distrust, but said nothing.

“The raid I conducted last night was not like the one I led some years ago. That time I had punished all the criminals I could find, yes, but last night has specific targets.”

“And what targets were those?” the lord Hand questioned.

“Ever since I returned from the Stepstones, I have been trying to restore the Watch back to the standards I set when I was in charge. Though most of the men are honorable, dedicated to their duty, there are some among them who have been corrupted by bribes, paid to look the other way so criminals can continue conducting their business without interruption. One such criminal is a man named Timeon Black, so nicknamed for his rotten heart. He was one of the last men I arrested last night, and the only one I left for the King to decide his fate.”

“And what has that man done to deserve punishment?” the King asked his brother.

“He is the leader of a pack of thugs who have been trying to rule over most of Flea Bottom, one way or another. Some are paid by the traders to make sure their shops are not damaged, others kidnap people to enslave, including girls to be sold to the Street of Silk, as well as orphans from the motherhouses, to be trained and used as fighters in fighting pits, either against animals or each other.”

“Gods be good,” the King gasped, as did several of those amongst the crowd.

“After I made sure the goldcloaks in league with that monster were detained and locked up in the Black Cells, me and ser Harwin took 100 of our best men and hunted down each and every one of Black’s men, delivering to each of them the punishment they deserved for their crimes. Yes, if you don’t know what those men did, the punishments I delivered sound harsh. What do you think now that you know the entire story?”

Lord Otto stood speechless, his lips pressed together tightly.

“As for the man we dismembered, he was the gatekeeper of the fighting pits, in charge of keeping the children fighters locked in their cages, like wild animals. When we burst into the building, he had been beating a 10 year-old girl with a walking stick for losing him a lot of money. When he saw us he just smiled, kicking her back in her cage before he tried to attack my men. I ask you, what would you have done, give him a slap on the wrist?”

The Hand had absolutely nothing to say. You could feel the glee enveloping your mate, bright and sparkling.

“You have performed your duties with excellence,” the King glanced at his brother, his gaze full of pride. “I do recognize that such acts of violence may sound cruel, but against such heinous criminals, it was exactly what should have been done. Continue to perform your duties as you see fit, and I will see to it personally that the men that assisted you to this raid are given rewards for their actions. My lord Hand,” he turned to the other man, “perhaps you should make sure you have all the information before you start making accusations. Your relentless campaign to sully my opinion of my brother is becoming tiresome.”

Daemon bowed to his brother, then turned to leave, not even glancing at Otto Hightower. The Hand bowed to the King as well, then disappeared through a back door, ignoring the whispers of everyone around him.

Your husband approached you, his eyes shining. You could feel the happiness filling him, and that in turn made you happy.

“May we take a walk in the gardens my lady?” he enquired, offering his arm.

“Of course my dear husband,” you nodded, taking his arm and letting him walk you out of the throne room.

He led you to a secluded spot in the gardens, away from prying eyes and ears.

“What did you do to me?” he asked when you both sat on a stone bench near a rose bush.

“I tried to calm you down,” you shrugged, smiling softly at him.

“But how?”

“You were about to attack that bitter excuse of a man, and I was not going to let him take advantage of your temper. You might be a monster to him, but to me you are my hero, my dragon knight. I simply used our bond to ease your anger and help you think more clearly.”

Your mate took your face in his hands and kissed you softly, filling you with warmth and joy.

“What have I done to deserve you?” he whispered, his violet eyes staring into your very soul.

“You are an honorable man with a good heart my love, and don’t you forget it. Now, let us put the events of this day behind us. How about we go take Caraxes for a flight, maybe visit Driftmark?”

“That sounds lovely,” Daemon smiled.

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Hope you enjoyed it!

Taglist: @alexandra-001, @the-mechanical-angel

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parviocula · 2 years

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Yavi, Elder Empyrean.

Yavi of many names & consort to Radahn, is an ancient dragon who has since laid her draconic appearance to rest & roams as a human woman to always stand by the side of her partner.

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collegeburnoutsuperstar · 4 years

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Social Distancing Book Recs

I’ve been getting tons of book recommendations from friends and family to help get through social distancing/self-quarantine, so I thought I should share some of my favorite books with everybody!

Horror/Apocalyptic: *all books are ADULT*

- The Stand by Stephen King “This is the way the world ends: with a nanosecond of computer error in a Defense Department laboratory and a million casual contacts that form the links in a chain letter of death. And here is the bleak new world of the day after: a world stripped of its institutions and emptied of 99 percent of its people. A world in which a handful of panicky survivors choose sides -- or are chosen” (Goodreads Summary).

- Inferno by Dan Brown “Harvard professor of symbology Robert Langdon awakens in an Italian hospital, disorientated and with no recollection of the past thirty-six hours, including the origin of the macabre object hidden in his belongings. With a relentless female assassin tailing them through Florence, he and his resourceful doctor, Sienna Brooks, are forced to flee. Embarking on a harrowing journey, they must unravel a series of codes, which are the work of a brilliant scientist whose obsession with the end of the world is matched only by his passion for one of the most influential masterpieces ever written, Dante Alighieri’s The Inferno” (Goodreads Summary).

- World War Z by Max Brooks “The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors from those apocalyptic years, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, form decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet. He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years” (Goodreads summary).

- It by Stephen King “It’s a small city, a place as hauntingly familiar as your own hometown. Only in Derry the haunting is real... They were seven teenagers when they first stumbled upon the horror. Now they are grown-up men and women who have gone out into the big world to gain success and happiness. But none of them can withstand the force that has drawn them back to Derry to face the nightmare without an end, and the evil without a name” (Goodreads summary).

- The Shining by Stephen King “Jack Torrance’s new job at the Overlook Hotel is the perfect chance for a fresh start. As the off-season caretaker at the atmospheric old hotel, he’ll have plenty of time to spend reconnecting with his family and working on his writing. But as the harsh winter weather sets in, the idyllic locations feels ever more remote... and more sinister. And the only one to notice the strange and terrible forces gathering around the Overlook is Danny Torrance, a uniquely gifted five-year-old” (Goodreads summary).

- House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski “[House of Leaves] focuses on a young family that moves into a small home on Ash Tree Lane where they discover something is terribly wrong: their house is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. Of course, neither Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist Will Navidson nor his companion Karen Green was prepared to face the consequences of the impossibility, until the day their two little children wandered off and their voices eerily began to return another story -- of creature darkness, of an ever-growing abyss behind a closet door, and of the unholy growl which soon enough would tear through their walls and consume all their dreams” (Goodreads summary).

Comedy:

- Good Omens by Neil Gaimen and Terry Pratchett “People have been predicting the end of the world almost from its very beginning, so it’s only natural to be skeptical when a new date is set for Judgement Day. But what if, for once, the predictions are right, and the apocalypse really is due to arrive next Saturday, just after tea? You could spend the time left drowning your sorrows, giving away all your possessions in preparation for the rapture, or laughing it off as (hopefully) just another hoax. Or you could just try to do something about it. It’s a predicament that Aziraphale, a somewhat fussy angel, and Crowley, a fast-living demon now finds themselves in. They’ve been living amongst Earth’s mortals since The Beginning and, truth be told, have grown rather fond of the lifestyle and, in all honesty, are not actually looking forward to the coming Apocalypse. And then there’s the small matter that someone appears to have misplaced the Antichrist... “ (Goodreads summary).

- Dad Is Fat by Jim Gaffigan *PG-13* Dad is Fat is a comedic memoir that details Jim Gaffigan’s life growing up in a large Catholic family to his experiences as a husband and father (specifically parenting his five young children while living in a tiny walk-up apartment in New York). I highly recommend the audiobook (which is narrated by Jim Gaffigan), my family and I always listen to it during road trips. It never stops being funny.

- Bored of the Rings: A Parody of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings by The Harvard Lampoon *ADULT* “A quest, a war, a ring that would be grounds for calling any wedding off, a king without a kingdom, and a little, furry ‘hero’ named Frito, ready -- or maybe just forced by the wizard of Goodgulf-- to undertake the one mission which can save Lower Middle Earth from enslavement by the evil Sorhed… Luscious Elfmaidens, a roller-skating dragon, ugly plants that can soul-kiss the unwary to death-- these are just some of the ingredients in the wildest, wackiest, most irreverent excursion into fantasy realms that anyone has ever dared to undertake” (Goodreads summary).

Middle-Grade:

- Percy Jackson and the Olympians series by Rick Riordan (book 1: The Lightning Thief) “Percy Jackson is a good kid, but he can’t seem to focus on his schoolwork or control his temper. And lately, being away at boarding school is only getting worse - Percy could have sworn his pre-algebra teacher turned into a monster and tried to kill him. When Percy’s mom finds out, she knows it’s time that he knew the truth about where he came from, and that he go to the one place he’ll be safe. She sends Percy to Camp Half Blood, a summer camp for demigods. Soon a mystery unfolds and together with his friends-- one a satyr and the other the demigod daughter of Athena-- Percy sets out on a quest across the United States to reach the gates of the Underworld and prevent a catastrophic war between the gods” (Goodreads summary).

- The Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan (book 1: The Lost Hero) “Jason has a problem. He doesn’t remember anything before waking up in a bus full of kids on a field trip. Apparently he has a girlfriend named Piper, and a best friend named Leo. They’re all students at a boarding school for ‘bad kids.’ What id Jason do to end up here? And where is here, exactly? Piper has a secret. Her father has been missing for three days, ever since she had that terrifying nightmare about his being in trouble. Piper doesn’t understand her dream, or why her boyfriend suddenly doesn’t recognize her. When a freak storm hits during the school trip, unleashing strange creatures and whisking her, Jason, and Leo away to someplace called Camp Half-Blood, she has a feeling she’s going to find out. Leo has a way with tools. When he sees his cabin at Camp Half-Blood, filled with power tools and machine parts, he feels right at home. But there’s weird stuff, too-- like the curse everyone keeps talking about, and some camper who’s gone missing. Weirdest of all, his bunkmates insist that each of them--including Leo-- is related to a god. Does this have anything to do with Jason’s amnesia, or the fact that Leo keeps seeing ghosts?” (Goodreads summary)

- The Children of the Red King series by Jenny Nimmo (book 1: Midnight for Charlie Bone) “Charlie Bone has a special gift-- he can hear people in photographs talking! The fabulous powers of the Red King were passed down through his descendants, after turning up quite unexpectedly, in someone who had no idea where they came from. This is what happened to Charlie Bone, and to some of the children he met behind the grim, gray walls of Bloor’s Academy. His scheming aunts decide to send him to Bloor’s Academy, a school for geniuses where he uses his grifts to discover the truth despite all the dangers that lie ahead” (Goodreads summary).

- Things Not Seen by Andrew Clements “Bobby Phillips is an average fifteen-year-old boy. Until the morning he wakes up and can’t see himself in the mirror. Not blind, not dreaming. Bobby is just plain invisible... There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to Bobby’s new conditions; even his dad the physicist can’t figure it out. For Bobby that means no school, no friends, no life. He’s a missing person” (Goodreads summary).

Science Fiction:

- Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick *Adult* “It was January 2021, and Rick Deckard had a license to kill. Somewhere among the hordes of humans out there, lurked several rogue androids. Deckard’s assignment-- find them and then... ‘retire’ them. Trouble was, the androids all looked exactly like humans, and they didn’t want to be found!” (Goodreads summary).

- Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton * Suitable for Young Adults* “An astonishing technique for recovering and cloning dinosaur DNA has been discovered. Now humankind’s most thrilling fantasies have come true. Creatures extinct for eons roam Jurassic Park with their awesome presence and profound mystery, and all the world can visit them-- for a price. Until something goes wrong...” (Goodreads summary).

Fantasy:

- The Magicians trilogy by Lev Grossman *ADULT* (book 1: The Magicians) “Quentin Coldwater is brilliant but miserable. A senior in high school, he’s still secretly preoccupied with a series of fantasy novels he read as a child, set in a magical land called Fillory. Imagine his surprise when he finds himself unexpectedly admitted to a very secret, very exclusive college of magic in upstate New York, where he receives a thorough and rigorous education in the craft of modern sorcery. He also discovers all the other things people learn in college: friendship, love, sex, booze, and boredom. Something is missing, though. Magic doesn’t bring Quentin the happiness and adventure he dreamed it would. After graduation he and his friends make a stunning discovery: Fillory is real. But the land of Quentin’s fantasies turns out to be much darker and more dangerous than he could have imagined. His childhood dream becomes a nightmare with a shocking truth at its heart” (Goodreads summary).

- The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater *YA* (book 1: The Raven Boys) “What do you know about Welsh kings?” This incredibly atmospheric story centers on a seemingly random group of teens as they uncover the mysterious and magical secrets of their small Virginia town.

- A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab *Suitable for Young Adults* “Kell is one of the last Antari-- magicians with a rare, coveted ability to travel between parallel Londons; Red, Grey, White, and, once upon a time, Black. Kell was raised in Arnes-- Red London-- and officially serves the Maresh Empire as an ambassador, traveling between the frequent bloody regime changes in White London and the court of George III in the dullest of Londons, the one without any magic left to see. Unofficially, Kell is a smuggler, servicing people willing to pay for even the smallest glimpses of a world they’ll never see. After an exchange goes awry, Kell escapes to Grey London and runs into Delilah Bard, a cut-purse with lofty aspirations. She first robs him, then saves him from a deadly enemy, and finally forces Kell to spirit her to another world for a proper adventure. Now perilous magic is afoot, and treacher lurks at every turn. To save all of the worlds, they’ll first need to stay alive” (Goodreads summary).

- The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien *Suitable for middle-grade through adult* “In ancient times the Rings of Power were crafted by the Elven-smiths, and Sauron, the Dark Lord. forged the One Ring, filling it with his own power so that he could rule all others. But the One Ring was taken form him, and though he sought it throughout Middle-earth, it remained lost to him. After many ages it fell by chance into the hands of the hobbit Bilbo Baggins. When Bilbo reached his eleventy-first birthday he disappeared, bequeathing to his young cousin Frodo the Ruling Ring and a perilous quest: to journey across Middle-earth, deep into the shadow of the Dark Lord, and destroy the Ring by casting it into the Cracks of Doom” (Goodreads summary).

- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss *Adult* “Told in Kvothe’s own voice, this is the tale of the magically gifted young man who grows to be the most notorious wizard his world has ever seen. The intimate narrative of his childhood in a troupe of traveling players, his years spent as a near-feral orphan in a crime-ridden city, his daringly brazen yet successful bit to enter a legendary school of magic, and his life as a fugitive, and his life as a fugitive after the murder of a king form a gripping coming-of-age story” (Goodreads summary).

- The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch *Adult* “An orphan’s life is harsh-- and often short-- in the mysterious island city of Camorr. But youge Locke Lamora dodges death and slavery, becoming a thief under the tutelage of a gifted con artist. As leader of the band of light-fingered brothers known as the Gentleman Bastards, Loke is soon infamous, fooling even the underworld’s most feared ruler. But in the shadows lurks someone still more ambitious and deadly. Faced with a bloody coup that threatens to destroy everyone and everything that holds meaning in his mercenary life, Locke vows to beat the enemy at his own brutal game-- or die trying” (Goodreads summary).

Fiction:

- The Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich *ADULT mystery-thrillers/romance* (book 1: One for the Money) “You’ve lost your job as a department store lingerie buyer, your car’s been repossessed, and most of your furniture and small appliances have been sold off to pay last month’s rent. Now the rent is due again. And you live in New Jersey. What do you do? If you’re Stephanie Plum, you become a bounty hunter. But not just a nickel-and-dime bounty hunter; you go after the big money. That means a cop gone bad. And not just any cop. She goes after Joe Morelli, a disgraced former vice cop who is also the man who took Stephanie’s virginity at age 16 and the wrote details on a bathroom wall. With pride and rent money on the line, Plum plunges headlong into her first case, one that pits her against ruthless adversaries - people who’d rather kill than lose” (Goodreads summary).

- The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown *Adult* “While in Paris, Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon is awakened by a phone call in the dead of the night. The elderly curator of the Louvre has been murdered inside the museum, his body covered in baffling symbols. As Langdon and gifted French cryptologist Sophie Neveu sort through the bizarre riddles, they are stunned to discover a trail of clues hidden in the works of Leonardo da Vinci-- clues visible for all to see and yet ingeniously disguised by the painter. Even more startling, the late curator was involved in the Priory of Sion-- a secret society whose members included Sir Isaac Newton, Victory Hugo, and Da Vici-- and he guarded a breathtaking historical secret. Unless Landon and Neveu can decipher the labyrinthine puzzle-- while avoiding the faceless adversary who shadows their every move-- the explosive, ancient truth will be lost forever” (Goodreads summary).

- Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle *Adult* Sherlock Holmes stories are always fun when stuck at home.

- 11/22/63 by Stephen King *Adult* “Life can turn on a dime-- or stumble into the extraordinary, as it does for Jake Epping, a high school English teacher in Lisbon Falls, Maine. While grading essays by his GED students, Jake reads a gruesome, enthralling piece penned by janitor Harry Dunning: fifty years ago, Harry somehow survived his father’s sledgehammer slaughter of his entire family, Jake is blown away... but an even more bizarre secret comes to light when Jake’s friend Al, owner of the local diner, enlists Jake to take over the mission that has become his obsession-- to prevent the Kennedy assassination. How? By stepping through a portal in the diner’s storeroom, and into the ear of Ike and Elvis, or big American cars, sock hops, and cigarette smoke... Finding himself in warmhearted Jodie, Texas, Jake begins a new life. But all turns in the road lead to a troubled loner named Lee Harvey Oswald. The course of history is about to be rewritten... and become heart-stoppingly suspenseful” (Goodreads summary).

Non-Fiction:

- The Men Who Stare at Goats by Jon Ronson *Adult* “In 1979 a secret unit was established by the most gifted minds within the U.S. Army. Defying all known accepted military practice-- and indeed, the laws of physics-- they believed that a soldier could adopt a cloak of invisibility, pass cleanly through walls, and, perhaps most chillingly, kill goats just by staring at them. Entrusted with defending America from all known adversaries, they were the First Earth Battalion. And they really weren’t joking. What’s more, they’re back and fighting the War on Terror. With firsthand access to the leading players in the story, Ronson traces the evolution of these bizarre activities over the past three decades and shows how they are alive today within the U.S. Department of Homeland Security and in postwar Iraq. Why are they blasting Iraqi prisoners of war with the theme tune to Barney the Purple Dinosaur? Why have 100 debleated goats been secretly placed inside the Special Forces Command Center at Fort Bragg, North Carolina? How was the U.S. military associated with the mysterious mass suicide of a strange cult form San Diego? The Men Who Stare at Goats answers these and many more questions” (Goodreads summary).

- Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert *Adult* (I recommend listening to the audiobook, which is narrated by Elizabeth Gilbert) “To recover from [an early midlife crisis, divorce, and depression], Gilbert took a radical step. In order to give herself the time and space to find out who she really was and what she really wanted, she got rid of her belongings, quit her job, and undertook a yearlong journey around the world-- all alone. Eat, Pray, Love is the absorbing chronicle of that year. Her aim was to visit three places where she could examine one aspect of her own nature set against the backdrop of a culture that has traditionally done that one thing very well. In Rome, she studied the art of pleasure, learning to speak Italian and gaining the twenty-three happiest pounds of her life. India was for the art of devotion, and with the help of a native guru and a surprisingly wise cowboy from Texas, she embarked on four uninterrupted months of spiritual exploration. In Bali, she studied the art of balance between worldly enjoyment and divine transcendence. She became the pupil of an elderly medicine man and also fell in love the best way-- unexpectedly” (Goodreads summary).

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thesilkenlair · 4 years

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(Casey Here!)

As much D&D as I play, you'd imagine I would eventually get around to illustrating some of their most iconic monsters! Which is to say, the ones that I personally find the most iconic. Which is to say, the ones I memorized when I was reading my dad's monster manual at age nine. Purple worm - Sandworms never go out of style. I've seen a lot of rad designs for this bugger over the editions, but I favor the slightly less reptilian older takes for this particular critter. It's kinda basic, but sometimes that's what you want. It's like a shark or a crocodile: Just flat out unchanged across the ages. Hook horror - I've heard it rumored that Gygax used a small Gigan figure to represent this monster. I can't verify that, but it definitely sounds right. Hook horrors are one of the very first things you meet when you play around in the caves, and they kind of remind me of the Father Deep monsters of the Hork Bajir homeworld that way. Mind flayer - Mind flayers! Basically, take all of your Dracula conventions and dip them in a fresh coat of Lovecraft. There's that old "decadent aristocratic upper caste system who literally eats the poor, but still somehow comes across as less evil than the actual real life 1%" setup that will never stop being relevant. Though personally, I see mind flayers as the first alternative for folks who want to play that monster-who-feels-the-urge-to-eat-their-friends-but-refuses-to-do-it shtick but don't want to deal with vampire baggage. You know, the furry option! ... Slimy? Rubbery? Do we have a word for anthro-cephalopods? I'm only a casual furry. Gelatinous cube - I'm not apologizing for giving this one a slot. Froghemoth - So, back when I participated in my very first long-term campaign, I played a druid. You've met Talia before. Naturally, I was chomping at the bit for the day I finally got to turn her into a froghemoth, and celebrated the day my wish was finally granted and she was allowed to chug human-supremacist-cultists like popcorn. Yeah, okay, the froghemoth is one of the classic vore-monsters. But it's a charming design in its own right. Kind of a freaky Hanna Barbara critter, like you'd see Space Ghost fighting. No matter how many artists draw it, they can never shake that inherent goofiness that third edition tried so hard to purge. I would probably cram them somewhere onto Fronterra if I was sure they were public domain. As is, I'm 99% certain that this is what Visser Three turned into when he ate Elfangor. Tarrasque - D&D's original kaiju! Kind of just takes the name and nothing else when it comes to its mythological origins, but I don't mind. The Tarrasque is that endgame "let's test the players" final boss monster... Or at least it's supposed to be. My DM reskinned it for our final Pathfinder session, and one of the PCs still nearly killed it in a single turn. Also, he let Talia turn into one, so maybe Pathfinder is just bullshit? Regardless, the Tarrasque has one of those simple, iconic designs. I've heard rumors it was based on the concept art for Fallout's deathclaws, and like the Gigan-figure, I can't verify this in any way. With its reptilian features, twin horns, spiny carapace and grabby fingies, it has an undeniable lizardlike quality that I can't help but find charming. Kinda feels like a more refined version of Zilla? Though for an insatiable eating machine, I notice a lot of artists give it very little belly to work with. Come on, this guy eats entire cities! Give him somewhere to put it! Rust monster - An icon of icons, the rust monster! Drawing its origin from a bizarre Chinese "dinosaur" toy, later designs have made it more insectoid in appearance, but never feeling QUITE like anything Earthly. It's the four limbs. Between the four limbs and the tail, it's hard to tell if it's an arthropod mimicking a vertebrate or the other way around. I'm pretty sure this is part of what inspired my ossaderm creatures for Fronterra. Also, Ryla can turn into one in our campaign. I have no shortage of havoc to wreak when the opportunity comes. Behir - Dragons in D&D are kind of... extra. Godlike beings, paragons of whatever personality trait they represent. Whenever there's something uber powerful in D&D, it gets compared to dragons. It makes them kind of unapproachable. Behirs provide all the essentials of a dragon - Serpentine body, scaly skin, horns, sapience, breath weapon, taste for human flesh - wrapped up in a smaller, weirder, IMO cooler package. You know, your Lambton Worms. A lot easier to port in and out of adventures, a lot less of an event when they show up, but still a formidable force in their own right. I like the behir. The behir knows how to taunt me just the right amount. Bulette - Another Chinese "dinosaur" figure monster, the bulette is actually another one I associate with Talia. Whenever we faced a problem that didn't have a glaringly and immediately obvious solution, she would turn into a bulette, whether it was for beating up robots, digging through obstacles, trampling smurfs, navigating labyrinths, distracting slashers with cute dog tricks... it was kind of her signature form. But shenanigans aside, the bulette is just an excellent monster. While the "land shark" shtick may be common, there's a lot more going on with the bulette's design. It's rumored to be a mad wizard's creation, as he combined a snapping turtle with an armadillo and mixed in a helping of demon blood to taste. Personally, I always considered that to be a neat little rumor to flesh out the world, but never assumed it to be true. The bulette just feels too naturalistic for that. Like some kind of protomammal or crocodylomorph, or weird triassic monstrosity. Magic and demons and dragons and so on DO affect the ecosystem. I always figured the bulette was just something that evolved to compete in this new biosphere. Owlbear - This one, on the other hand, I fully believe the "mad wizard was bored" explanation. Another chinasaur critter, the owlbear is frequently made fun of. What makes it scarier than a regular bear? It can't fly, so why have owl parts at all? Why trade fangs for a beak in what is at best a latural move? Well, first of all, fuck you, owls are creepy motherfuckers, and that alone is enough to justify it. But secondly, that's part of its charm. Besides some improved vision, the owl DOESN'T make it more dangerous. What makes the owlbear dangerous is that it's an insane, Frankensteinian monstrosity roaming uncontrolled through the wilderness! It doesn't need weaponry, its sheer temperament is enough to make it a worthy opponent. Sure, the practical threat might not be hugely above that of a bear, but storytelling isn't about numbers. Any asshole can go outside and get eaten by a bear. The owlbear is part of this world. The owlbear is a reminder of what magic can do. Someone somewhere actually made this thing, for whatever reason, and now the world is irrevocably changed because of it. Owlbears go beyond practicality. They bring the lore! Also, bears don't have very good eyesight, so the big owl eyes probably make them better hunters. Flumph - Is that a Japanese-style martian? Do we just have aliens in D&D? Dear lord, I love them! Okay, the flumph has got a sizable hatedom. And that hatedom can eat my ass, because the flumph is precious and perfect just the way it is! Flumphs are designed as a sort of sidekick-type creature. They're not very good fighters, but they bring knowledge and lore to the table. Whether they're aliens from some far off star, seeking your aid to prevent catastrophe, or psionic natives of the Underdark eager to bask in your positivity and hopefully stick it to the tyrants they're forced to share real estate with. My group generally treats them as straight up aliens, benevolent but strange. Course, we're all pretty strange, so we get along just fine. Otyugh - Okay so, the aberration creature type implies that this is something from another world that doesn't belong. And yet otyughs, which are aberrations, are an essential part of this world's ecosystem? Okay, I can buy the idea that an alien organism adapted to our world and is now a key part of it. Fronterra's got a TON of that. It just feels like after a point, the otyugh would be considered a beast? Otyughs are great. Every ecosystem needs a decomposer, and every fantasy story needs at least one dive into the sewers. Otyughs provide both, and are intelligent enough to keep the plot moving if it hits a snag. There's always going to be garbage, refuse, carrion, decay, things that need to be broken down and processed. Carrion crawler - The carrion crawler is pretty similar to the otyugh in that it's technically not considered a beast, and therefor must have its origins elsewhere, but feels so integrated into the ecosystem that it just feels like it belongs. They usually can't talk, so they're not just reskinned otyughs, but I still consider them pretty essential. Otyughs find a singular spot where waste is dumped and shovel it down at their leisure, while carrion crawlers skulk through the tunnels, actively seeking their food. The crawler got one of the most radical redesigns on the transition from second to third edition, but I can't really choose a single favorite. The oldschool tentacle-faced cutworm looks like it could be a real animal, while the googly-eyed Halloween decoration feels like it could be from another world, merely having set up shop here. Could there name apply to two wholly different creatures? If so, then I'm not sure which one mine would be considered. I kinda mashed them together into something that doesn't quite feel like either. But I like it for what it is. Maybe I'll sneak it onto Fronterra. Aboleth - Tentacled, telepathic sea creatures who turn humans into slimy minions, who remember everything their race has ever seen, and who are always plotting something behind the scenes. Yeah, the aboleths really crank up the Lovecraft elements. Actually, between the mind flayers, the flumphs and the aboleths, even the most oldschool D&D covered quite a few essential Lovecraftian bases. The flayers are your corrupt yet still recognizable humanoids who can be considered truly evil, the flumphs are benevolent-yet-bizarre guardians who know more than you, and the aboleths are the truly unknowable, sinister intellects. The fact that they can barely function on land honestly only adds to that, IMO. They're inherently difficult for a party to reach, and they offer some nice underwater adventure seeds. Not enough adventures go underwater. There's this perception that the ocean is bad for storytelling because so many writers lack the creativity to make it work. I wanna run an underwater adventure now. Beholder - Icon of icons! THE D&D monster! The beholder! Paranoid, jumpy, always five steps ahead and twenty steps perpendicular! Beholds are fun in just about every way. Between their wacky, diverse designs, their elaborate lairs, their eccentric personalities, their bizarre powers, you're never gonna run out of fun with beholders. Remorhaz - It's always been a thing that bothered me with environment-based monsters. Why does the ice monster who lives in the cold use ice as a weapon? Aren't most of the things it encounters going to be resistant to the cold? Sure, a cone of cold will still kill a polar bear, but a lot of the monsters in the tundra are outright immune to cold. A while dragon's not going to get much use out of its breath weapon fighting frost worms and frost giants. That's one reason the remorhaz sticks out to be. We have an icy tundra beast whose insides are a scorching furnace, which it can intensify and weaponize as it sees fit. Which also conveniently explains why its design - a sort of cobra-esque centipede - invokes warm-weather creatures, despite its icy environment. It's a nice subversion of the usual tropes, plus it's just a memorable, cool looking critter to begin with. On a smaller note, the remorhaz feels like a good loophole for Ryla's "no cold weather morphs" rule. Turning into something elementally affiliated with ice is no good, but a non-magical monster that survives the cold by superheating its insides? That seems perfectly viable to me!

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onemistresstorulethemall · 4 years

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Chapter I. The Deal

This is my first series and oc piece that I'm working on. Not all of this is canon as I had to tweak some things to fit my narrative, but I hope it will be an enjoyable read for you. I hope you like Rose's story and you'll come back for more.

Word count: 2007

Spicy level: 0/10 jalapenos

This chapter has no smut at all, not even a kiss on the cheek. But stay tuned, your thirst will be quenched, little sinners.

She never thought this day would actually come. Every time she thought about it, it always seemed so far away. A future so distant she'd never get to live it. However, it came true and reality hit Rose in the face like a brick. In less than twenty four hours she was supposed to leave Devildom and return to the human realm. Most people in her place would've been thrilled to return home, however there was nothing for her back there. Truth be told, she didn't necessarily miss anyone enough to return. Not to mention that she never got around to doing what she wanted.

Although she longed for the touch of the demon brothers, it was forbidden. Oh such a cruel fate to be face to face to the ones you love but banned from sharing an intimate bond. Apparently, during intercourse, demons had the ability to literally fuck the soul out of you, consuming it. So, obviously, she was banned from doing so. It wouldn't have looked so great for Diavolo. However, Rose was over it. What did her soul help with anyway?

She excused herself from the little attic party under the pretence she was bringing more snacks and drinks when, in reality, she went to search for Lucifer.

Eventually, she passed his study and heard music coming from there, so she knocked and received permission to come in.

It truly seemed like Lucifer wanted to tell her something, but she was faster than him.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but I'd like to request of you to escort me to Diavolo's castle. It is of maximum importance and I wouldn't have asked this of you if it wasn't", she spoke loud and clear while looking him straight in the eyes.

At first, he was visibility shocked by the human's request. It was clearly not what he expected to hear. Quickly, he recovered. After all, he wasn't the powerful first born for nothing.

"What could be important enough to disturb Diavolo at this hour, hmm?", he asked with a slight disbelief in his tone.

"I am afraid my reasons for this visit can be discussed with Lord Diavolo only. Plus, he already approved of my visit", Rose unlocked her d.d.d to show Lucifer the text messages exchanged between her and the next ruler of Devildom.

Defeated, Lucifer had no choice but to indulge her the privilege.

The walk was quick as both of them wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. To create an alibi, she messaged Beel saying that they ran out of snacks and she went out with Lucifer to buy some. It was pretty credible, so she thought.

As soon as Rose stepped into Diavolo's residence Lucifer and her were greeted by his ever so loyal butler, who lead her to Diavolo's study before taking Lucifer to a guest room to drink a tea with him while waiting for her little visit to be over.

Rose took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Fuck it, it's now or never", she thought.

Another deep breath. Her heart started beating faster.

"Well, here I go to sell my soul."

With a heart that almost jumped out of her chest with every beat, she knocked on the door.

"Come on in, I've been expecting you.", the demon's tone was as cheerful as ever.

When she opened the door she was greeted by the brightest smile she had ever seen.

"Thank you for having me. I know it was not programmed and you're extremely busy", she bowed slightly to show him how grateful she was.

"Oh, it's nothing, Rose. Please, take a seat", he gestured towards a vintage looking chair set in front of his desk.

As she were told to, Rose sat down, one leg over the other, hands on her knee.

"So, tell me. What is it that you wanted to talk to me about? It certainly seemed urgent.", he rested his chin on one of his palms, looking at the redhead with interest.

"Well, I have a proposal for you", her gaze dropped to the floor for a second while she was rethinking her choice of words, "Actually, let me rephrase that. I have an offer you cannot refuse", her eyes travelled back to Diavolo's and her voice stopped shaking so badly.

"Oh well then, by all means, go on", a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"I'm here to offer you two things. The world and my soul", Rose stopped in her tracks to analyze the demon's reaction, he seemed taken aback by her comment, "As the ruler of Devildom, the King of Demons, however, you should know best that everything comes at a price", she smirked regaining her confidence, "I'll exchange my soul for immortality and the world I can help you conquer if you allow me to remain here in Devildom", she changed the position of her feet, alternating which gets to sit on top and her right elbow sat now on the armrest and her hand framed the side of her face, with her thumb under her chin and the other fingers cupping her cheek.

"How would you manage to that, Rose?", he looked more interested than surprised, as if he already knew this was going to happen.

"Well", Rose grinned, "The soul exchange would remain between us until everything is finished. As for how to conquer the world, it's quite simple actually. Allow me to be the human ambassador of Devildom. People would be more inclined to listen to you if the one regular human who came here wanted to stay. Eventually, I'd go to diplomatic meetings in the human world which I'd bring Lucifer and his brothers to, in order to show humans that demons aren't all that bad. It would help you win their trust. They'd want to have a powerful ally like you, so would eventually allow you to live among us. With their trust gained and troops on the inside, you could easily attack. You're far stronger than any weapons we have.", she explained her plan.

Diavolo seemed to be seriously considering this plan, thing which gave her hope. Eventually, she received her answer.

"It's a deal, Rose", he held his hand out waiting for the human to shake it, "If you pledge allegiance to me."

"I, Dragon Rose of the human relam hereby pledge my allegiance to you, Lord Diavolo of Devildom, from now until the end of my days", she reached out and grabbed his hand in order to shake it.

"I knew Lucifer made the right choice brining you here", his smile got wider and his grip stronger.

The moment Diavolo let go of her hand, her body felt slightly lighter. You know what they say, the soul weights twenty one grams.

Her visit only lasted a couple more minutes as they discussed the formalities of what was about to happen the next day additionally to laying a spell on her that would mask the fact that she, as of now, had no soul. Afterwards, Rose headed towards the direction in which Lucifer and Barbatos could be last seen walking in.

Hearing their voice, she located the room which they were in and announced that her visit was over. She thanked Barbatos for the help as he escorted her and Lucifer to the exist.

"So, did you obtain what it was you were looking for?", the demon asked.

"Yes, I did. Thank you for escorting me.", she smiled, "Also, we have to grab snacks on the way, that's what I told your brothers we were going out for...", Rose scratched the back of her neck.

"Quite inconvenient, but if it needs to be done...", Lucifer sighed.

The walk seemed to be relatively quiet until the demon's voice could be heard again.

"Is your job here done now? No unfinished business, no loose ends?"

"Hmm... I guess I still haven't made a pact with you", she already felt cocky from making a deal with Diavolo, so she thought that may be her lucky night.

"A pact, you say?", he looked baffled, "I see. You've made pacts with all of my brothers, which just leaves me..."

Lucifer stopped in his tracks. Fortunately for the both of them, the street was empty. No demon roamed around. Maybe that's exactly why Lucifer stopped. His pride wouldn't let him talk about this in front of others. His gaze met Rose's and he came towards her, closing off the distance between them.

"Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly?", he was inches away, smirking, but soon the smirk faded away, "I don't know how my brothers felt about making a pact with you, but I am more than a name to be crossed off of your list."

Rose felt offended he even insinuated such a thing. It was low, even for him. Was his thinking always his distorted?

"I can't have you lumping me together with everyone else. That won't do."

Rose opened her mouth to contradict him, but before she got the chance to speak her mind, Lucifer shifted into his demon form. Not entirely sure what he was trying to accomplish, Rose didn't flinch. She lost her soul and mortality that night. It wasn't like she had anything left to lose. In fact, she felt sad for Lucifer. His own thoughts were poisoning him.

In order to transform, he had to step away from her, so he had enough space to spread his jet black wings.

"You aren't going to run? You've certainly got guts, don't you?, he seemed surprised, "I've always found that aspect of you irritating.", he coldly said, "But as irritating as it is, it's even more endearing.", his expression softened.

After he finished the sentence, once again he stepped closer to her.

"Now listen, and listen well", he managed to step on all of her nerves at once, "I will not be your possession. I won't belong to you. You will belong to me.", he smirked, "So what will it be? Will you make a pact with me, Rose?"

All she could do was laugh. That night she confronted the price of hell and received his badge of approval. She had a plan which was going to help Diavolo claim the human realm and eventually rule over all of the three. Yet, he wanted her to belong to him? And she thought Asmodeus was the narcissistic one.

"Honestly, I'd rather die", not like that was possible anymore anyway.

"How dare you talk like that to me you pathetic little-"

"I would never abuse the bond I have with your brothers. I never thought of them as my possession and just the fact that you suggested that I do makes this twisted. They belong to me just as much as I belong to them. It's mutual, it's a bond. But you couldn't ever understand that, could you? You're much more concerned with your own self to even think about how the ones around you might feel."

"What do you even know about me and my-", he tried to defend himself but Rose didn't want to hear it.

"Look, don't get me wrong. I respect you as a host and I'll continue to be civil with you. After all, you provided me with shelter, sustenance and protection. That doesn't mean I'll allow you to degrade me, however. I won't stand for that."

"As the first born and-", he tried to say something, but Rose thought it wasn't worth listening to as it seemed to be following the same pattern as before.

"You're really high on that pedestal, be careful not to fall off of it", she coldly said.

Without further ado, Rose began walking towards the store they were heading to in the first place.

"I'm coming home by myself, so don't worry about me. Also, I'll bring back the rest of the money. You can keep the change", she took one last look at him before turning around.

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Gods/Mortals

Title: Gods/Mortals Fandom: League of Legends (KDA AU / AU of an AU????) Summary: The lord of death, Kai'sa, has fallen into despair. Her wife, Ahri, a trickster fox shapeshifter, carted down into hell against her will, has gone missing. And Evelynn, the lord of death's most trusted companion, will do anything to find that stupid fox. Even strike a deal with a dangerous Hellhound like Akali.

Written for day five of @kdaweek. This one was weird and was supposed to be PWP but I got tired.

You can also read this story on AO3.

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Humans died. It was a fact of life. It was the only thing they had in common. The well-fed and the soft, who lay awake at night fearing the things they could not ken. The sunbaked beggars on the streets, those who others would prefer were not human at all, so they could pretend that they had nothing in common.

The gods of death collected them all, shepherding them across the river and into the dark.

Evelynn did not take her responsibilities very seriously. She lapsed in judgement and in duty, preferring to spend her time among the humans and tricking them into games and ploys to deliver their souls into her hands. Sometimes a literal gamble. Your life for a game of chance. Or something it was a measure of talent. Sing a song powerful enough, play your instrument well enough, write a poem beautiful enough, and maybe she would spare you.

She did not; she never did. Humans died, and she came to collect them.

She did it for Kai'sa. Even if her partner often reminded her that the grapes harvested later in the season were all the sweeter for it.

That partner, everything Evelynn was not. A lord among gods, a figure on a gemstone throne. Kai'sa ruled from the Underworld and she had earned that position through her own merit and through the power that ran thick in her blood. Evelynn hung onto her coattails and rode it all the way to the end, and repaid Kai'sa's patience with absolute loyalty.

So it was loyalty that brought Evelynn to the Hellhound's lair, looking for a hunter who could find what she needed. And more importantly, keep her mouth shut.

That was easy for this particular god: she didn't even have a mouth.

"You need me to find a fox," Akali repeated the request. All the gemstone teeth on her jet-black mask glittered with the movement. "Three centuries you've held onto the favor I owe you and you want me to hunt down a fox?"

"Not just any fox." Evelynn stepped deeper into the lair. The walls were warm and wet, like a mouth that seemed to breathe harder in anticipation of her movements. Hanging from the ceilings were charms and mementos from hunts and kills, skulls and teeth and bones and feathers. Akali's little nest. "She's the bride of Hades."

Sitting cross legged in her hammock, the Hellhound listened with her head quirked to the side. Evelynn laid out the whole sordid story: there was a village in the mountains that sacrificed one of their young girls every ten years. This year they found a strange woman wandering in the woods and abducted her, thinking that any young girl would do, and better to kill a stranger than one of their girls.

Evelyn had arrived. It was part of her job to collect tributes to the lord of death, a job she enjoyed very much because she was never one to pass an opportunity to have fun. Kai'sa was less than thrilled by a chance to explore the surface. They both preferred the dark of course, but Evelynn never shied away from being the focus of everyone's attention.

That clawed, fiery figure, that whip-tailed beast. That monster with teeth. That was the one who ventured onto the surface. So people called her Devil's Child, they called her vampire. They called her Lilith and Grendel and Ah Puch and Echidna.

Kai'sa stayed below, solid and morose, and they called her Hades and they called her Anubis and they called her Macha and Ereshkigal and Thanatos.

It was all true; it was all not true. It didn't matter. The point was there was always girl to be sacrificed and Evelynn would have to decide what to do with her every ten years.

"This one is different," the priest promised, and unveiled a gilded cage, and inside the cage was a tattered, shredded wedding dress... and a pure white fox.

Evelynn had laughed so hard she cried, and accepted the fox in her torn white dress and said she had never seen a more beautiful bride. Obviously whoever the fools kidnapped had escaped, and left a present in her place. The death god was too amused to be insulted.

Thinking Kai'sa would appreciate the joke, she brought the beast down no matter how it howled and snarled and tried to escape. Deep in caverns of gemstones and darkness, where nothing living grew, she let the fox loose and watched it run until its little legs gave out.

Once she caught up to it, Evelynn grabbed it by the scruff and dragged it the rest of the way into hell.

"It wasn't a fox," Akali guessed.

"She is," Evelynn insisted. "Most of the time. I never felt anything off about her at first."

When Kai'sa saw what Evelynn dragged in— literally— she was not amused at all. She took her bride and as far as Evelynn could tell, fell in love with it at first sight. She had never seen the lord of death so moved by a living creature. Besotted with the fox, Kai'sa tamed the fierce snarling beast into something like a lapdog, well-groomed and affectionate. It slept in her bed. She stroked the fox over its triangle ears, fingers getting lost in thick fur, and Evelynn tried not to be jealous of an animal.

The fox grew restless. So the lord bid a sibling come down to grow a forest in her glittering gemstone caverns. Dark tree trunks stayed eerily still, no breeze to rustle them and no animals to shiver in the thick brush. None save for one, a fleeting ghostly shape running in the maze constructed for her. But the fox grew restless again, and even Evelynn could see this place deep underground was no suitable home for any living being.

Whether through stubbornness or fear, Kai'sa refused to acknowledge that. She kept it even as the fox's fur began to lose its luster, and the savage fire left its eyes, and it didn't even muster up a half-hearted growl whenever Evelynn came near it.

"And you lost her." Drawing one knee up to her chest, Akali watched Evelynn carefully. "You let her out onto the world of the living again. Didn't you?"

Clear answers weren't Evelynn's style. The fact that she was explaining herself at all should have been seen as a gift. So, irritated, Evelynn withdrew a shard of pure white gem from the sleeves of her robes. The Hellhound sat up, feeling the energies radiating from the shard.

"That's not supposed to leave the Underworld," she said. "Does the lord know you're carting around a piece of her heartstone?"

"Have you ever seen the heartstone look like this?" Evelynn shot back.

Heavy-lidded eyes dropped down, examining the heartstone. Normally it was purple, swirling with specks of black and blue and thick with power. Instead it was cloudy white as common quartz.

With her mouth replaced by a mask of pure jet, it was often hard to tell what the goddess of hunt was thinking.

"No," Akali said at last. "I haven't."

"The lord wants her wife back." Evelynn pocketed the gem. She couldn't keep the pain out of her voice. "Please. I can't stand seeing Kai'sa this miserable."

"You'd think you'd be happy, having any rivals out of the way." Akali's yellow eyes scanned her over. "Don't you want her all to yourself?"

"I can have Kai'sa whenever I want her. What I can't seem to have is her smile, and only her wife seems to be able to draw it out of her these days."

"Then I'll do it. For the lord's sake," Akali said. "Your favor remains unclaimed, friend."

"This isn't an easy task. She's not different from any other fox, most of the time. Of all the foxes in all the worlds—"

Akali cut in, impatient. "Please. Who do you take me for?"

The mouth of the cave swelled. Suddenly, Evelynn realized she was not standing on solid ground at all, and she scrambled back as the jaws of the Hellhound nearly snapped shut over her. Standing back, she looked up as the great beast unwound itself, scales glittering like bronze and steel.

Her mouth was still pure jet, but the dragon did not need her teeth to hunt. A knife, or her claws, or the thorns in the thickest part of the woods would suffice.

Centuries ago, a hero had bested the Hellhound. The hero took her mouth, ripped her teeth out one by one and used them to forge weapons for a mighty army. Her jaw was placed in the font of a river, and from her mouth flowed nothing but water blessed by a holy man. There was no way for Akali to even get close, lest the waters burn her and kill her. So the jawbones calcified into a hard mountainside, and if Akali ever wanted them back, she'd have to deal with some hero herself.

But rather than trust fickle humans, she went to Evelynn and traded a favor for a mouth full of gems and jet. Close to the Underworld as she was, Evelynn happily provided her new mouth, with teeth that shone in the dark.

"I'll get your fox wife," the Hellhound promised, slinking around her once. Draconic claws scrabbled on the earth, gouging deep lines with every idle movement. Idly, Evelynn stroked Akali's head on the next pass. "I'll do it in three days."

"I'll hold you to that," Evelynn said, blowing her a kiss, and the Hellhound lifted off, and flew away into the night.

But of course when Akali found Ahri, the fox told her that she did not 'escape' hell.

The lord of death let her go. Willingly.

Kai'sa could not bear to keep her wife in a place that made her so miserable. So instead she roamed the halls of the dead, listless and heartbroken for doing the right thing, until Ahri dragged Evelynn and Akali back down to hell with her and deposited the scheming gods at Kai'sa's feet.

Ahri did not enjoy being in hell any more than most living creatures, but for Kai'sa, maybe, perhaps, a compromise could be made.

#KDAWeek #fanfiction

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jackoshadows · 5 years

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Jon and Arya

Seeing him go beyond the wall back to something true, something honest, something pure with these people he was always told he belongs with - the Free Folk - it felt to me like he was finally free.- Kit Harington

Yeah, absolutely. The idea is really that he stops and he looks back, and then the main title starts, and it's the idea of a new beginning. It's supposed to be positive and yeah, like you said, the fact that there are children around and [other] people — he's not just by himself - Ramin Djawadi

In the end, I think Jon and Arya embody ‘A Dream Of Spring’ on the show and I am finally at peace with that for my favorite characters.

The characters who want power and want to rule end up in charge of a Westeros that will no doubt descent pretty soon into civil war, chaos, manipulations and power plays as Bran sits in his chair day dreaming, Bronn steals all the money in the coffers for his own personal endeavors, Dorne and the Iron Islands break off and continue raiding and attacking the rest of the 7K and Sansa all alone up North struggling to keep the North running with her ‘weather vane’ lords probably trying to overthrow her behind her back. We ended up with the status quo. After all, Westeros was stable for just 15 years under Robert Baratheon before everything went to hell. There is no longer the Targaryen ‘nuclear/dragon deterrent’ to maintain peace.

The final scenes of the small council moving around chairs and sitting down to talk business as usual and Sansa in the dark/gloomy great hall being hailed and surrounded by a bunch of disloyal ‘weather vane’ lords is in stark contrast to the characters who are actually free of this mess.

Jon and Arya, on the show, are ‘A Dream of Spring’. New beginnings. Jon finally having something pure and honest. There is no back-stabbing and betrayal here. He is not a bastard, a king, a lord. He is accepted as just a man, for who he is, by the free folk, a people he loves. He finally belongs - something he has wanted all his life. He is surrounded by the likes of loyal Tormund and someone he considers part of himself - Ghost.

It’s the same with Arya. She too realizes that Westeros is a not so nice place and that the North/WF is no longer what it was under Ned Stark. The teachings of her father that she remembers and upholds no longer holds true under the new ruler who thinks that Ned is stupid and easily breaks oaths sworn in front of the Old Gods. Nymeria is roaming around free and untethered and Arya realizes that she wants the same. Arya’s story in the last two seasons reminds me of this little scene between two characters Ashford and Naomi on the TV show The Expanse and a beautiful bit of dialogue where they talk about nostalgia:

Ashford :I miss my old crew too. "Tynan" was a good ship, good people.

Naomi: Why did you leave them?

Ashford: I outgrew them, the way you outgrew your old ship. But then something happens, doesn't it? Hm? Makes us forget. Remember only the good times, and we start thinking, oh, maybe we can get them back, be who we used to be, or the prettied-up version we remember.

Naomi: It's not so wrong to try.

Ashford: Nah, it never works. You let nostalgia trick you, and you'll regret it badly.

The brothers that she loves dearly are no longer in WF and it’s just a sister that she has nothing in common with. The place and the home that Arya loved and wished for is not what Arya gets when she finally makes it back home on the show. D&D’s North on the show from season 5 onwards is completely different - they are no different to any of the other kingdoms. They supported the Boltons against the Starks, they are constantly disloyal - Glover even refuses to fight with the Starks against the White Walkers despite Sansa pleading for his help. They are xenophobic and ungrateful. There is nothing special about the North anymore - they are just as miserable and traitorous as the rest. All these things?

The North remembers

Our way is the Old Way

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.

No longer holds true in the New North on the show.

And in the end it’s Jon and Arya - the characters that most embody Ned and eschew power and all the tribulations that come with it - who finally close behind these chapters of their lives and dream of spring.

And considering that we are never going to get the last book and an ending for these characters from GRRM, I am satisfied with this ending for my two favorite characters in the books. Go forth and be happy! The End.

#Jon Snow #Arya Stark #GOT #ASoIaF #A Dream Of Spring

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damn-stark · 5 years

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Lost Dragon Ch.18

A/N- finally.

Episode- 7x07

Warning- none

Pairing- Podrick Payne.

I stand in the front of the ship with my Valeryian steel daggers that the sand snakes gave to me before I last saw them. The only thing I have left of them. I admire them and look at both of them. Daenerys had one handle changed into a dragon. While the other one had a snake heads and spear pierced into the sun. Now it reminds me of both my families.

“You know all great swords....or in your case daggers have names.” I recognize the thick northern accent approach me. Jon snow. From the corner of my eye I see him stand next to me. “Are they Valeryian steel?” He asks. I hand both of them to him so he could take a better look at them. “A dragon,Targaryen and a Spear pierced into a sun and a snake, Martell.” He says as he looks at the handles and hands them back.

“Well I haven’t named any of my weapons but now that you say it then....the dragon one Is Aegon and the other one is Rheanys. After my siblings.” My expression falters into a sad one but I quickly get over it. He stays quiet for a couple of minutes.

“Thank you....For saving me, you risked your life for me when you didn’t have to. You went back and saved me Thank you.” He says I turn to face him this time and I smile at him.

“It was nothing but you’re welcome.” He returns my smile.

“Why? Why did you turn back?” He asks his smile leaving his lips and a concerned look appearing on his face. I try to find words to say to him. The reasonings still not very known to me either. I shrug my shoulders bite the bottom of my lip as my eyes flicker to the ground and then at him.

“I couldn’t leave you out there die.... and because if we went to the north without the king in north then what would happen to us?” I ask a smug smile growing on my face. He chuckles in response and we both turn to look at the red keep. It’s once more quiet between us but it’s not an umcomfortable silence but more comforting.

“You’ve ever been here before?” I ask him finally breaking the silence.

“No never.” He says as shakes his head.

“When I first came here I was excited.... I thought this was a beautiful sight.... it made me happy to come here.... it made me happy to come to where my father once roamed the streets singing to the people and where my mother used to live with me and siblings..... but after everything happened it opened my eyes. I opened my eyes about this place and the horrors that happened here and now I get sad and angry.” I felt anger, sadness I felt like I wanted to cry and scream all at the same time. But I tightened my fist turning my knuckles white and a deep breath. I don’t know why I told him that but I did. And it felt good to say it. It felt to get that weight off my shoulders. He sighed and he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

“I’m sorry.” He says sincerely I smile a smile that doesn’t reach me eyes but I do it and give him a quick thankful nod. “This place is where my father was killed and where my sisters were tortured so we both don’t really find any pleasure in being here but we need too.”

“I know.” I sigh. We stay quiet again watching as we both get closer and closer to the red keep. We both hear approaching footsteps and turn our heads to see who the person was standing next to us.

“How many people live here?” Jon asks Tyrion as he stands next to him.

“A million give or take.” Tyrion resounds.

“That’s more people then the entire north crammed into the that why would anyone want live that way?”

“There’s more work in the city and the brothels are far superior.”

“Why did they build it?” Missandei asks referring to the dragon pit. Where the meeting was going to take place.

“Dragons don’t understand the difference between what is there’s and what isn’t Land, livestock, children letting them roam free around the city was a problem.” Jorah answered.

“I imagine it was a sad joke at the end an entire arena for a few sickly creatures smaller than dogs.”

“But In the beginning when it belonged to Balerion the dread it must have been the most dangerous place in the world.” I inturrpted. These are the stories I loved to read when I was a child. I loved to read all about the dragons and their dragon riders. When I was younger I always wanted a dragon like the Visenya Targaryen I was named after. And I would always ask my uncle Doran or my uncle Oberyn for one for my name day but they would laugh and smile at me and tell me how their was no more living dragons. Or my uncle Oberyn would always say ‘you are the dragon’. I would always get disappointed when I never got the gift I wanted.

“Maybe it still is.” Ser Davos said as we all saw the Lannister soilders approach as we met up in the cross path.

The same man who I recognized from when I arrived at Kingslanding was the one that greeted us. He wasn’t in Lannister armor so I don’t know why he was the one greeting us. I also noticed a very tall women dressed in armor. I’ve never seen a women knight. And it was especially rare to see one in Kingslanding. I liked it though. Seeing her in armor. She looked tougher than all the man beside her. I small smile grew on my lips when I saw the same guy that was also there to greet me when I first got to Kingslanding. It was Podrick. He looked quite the same. Nothing had really changed about him. Only that he did look a little older then before. But he still looked the same. handsome.

He seemed to have notice me not seconds later after I saw him. We made eye contact and I saw that his cheeks had turned a light shade of pink and I could feel mine begin to warm up as well. A small smile was also on his face. I felt the same way I did when I first saw him and by the looks of it he did too.

“ Welcome, my lords and Lady your friend arrived before you did. I’ve been to escort you all to the meeting.” The man greeted snapping my attention back to what was going on. They stepped apart to give us room to walk. I looked at Qhono and nodded giving him a sign that it was okay for him and the rest of the Dothraki to walk ahead of us. We followed shortly after they were all ahead of us.

Podrick passed by us a lingering look between the both of us before he was gone behind the crowd heading to talk Tyrion who had stayed behind. I wanted so badly to also walk back and talk to him but I decided to let them have their time. It was beginning to be a quiet walk as we were heading to the meeting. That is until I felt three people walk by me. I looked to my side and it was Podrick and Tyrion and the other man.

“I think it’s time Introduce you two. Podrick this is Princess Visenya Targaryen. Princess this is Podrick a good friend of my mine.” I looked over at Podrick and he his cheeks were red and he seemed to be nervous just like the time I talked to him at the wedding.

“I’ve had the chance to talk to him once thank you Tyrion.”

“Princess.” Podrick said as he swallowed thickly obiviously nervous.

“Please just Visenya the title is not nessescary.” I tell him as we slow down are walk to be behind Tyrion and the man that I heard his name was Bronn. “You know Last time we talked I do believe we were supposed to take a walk together... this isn’t really at all how it would go but It works.” I tell him the smile never faltering. “How have you been Podrick?” I ask him. He stumbles with his words at first but then finds what he wanted to say.

“I’ve been good how have you been?” He asks bashfully.

“I’ve been doing good.... I do want to tell you that I was really looking forward for that walk before but I never found you.”

“I was too... I’m sorry princess that I never have the time to explain why I—-“

“It’s fine I understand why you didn’t and please just Visenya.” I tell him inturrupting him from his rambling. It makes me giggle the way he rambled on.

“I do have to ask you, I’ve heard that you went into a battle on dragon is that true?” He asks curiously. I knew excatly what he was talking about. It was not really that much of a battle at all.

“It’s true I did ride a dragon his name was Rheagal. What else have YOU heard about me?” I ask raising an eyebrow he clears his throat and he fumbled with his hands.

“I’ve heard that you are brave and strong and that you’re a very skilled fighter and I’ve also heard that... you’re beautiful and your beauty can’t compare to any other.” His new gain of confidence was admiring. I knew that, that was something he didn’t hear but instead thought himself. I felt cheeks turn hot and not it was me who was fumbling with my words. I just wanted to grab by his collar and pull him into a kiss but I know it wasn’t the right time to do that now.

“You know I’ve also heard a lot about you and how you fought in the battle of Blackwater and how you fought bravely.... and I’ve heard among other things.” I told with a smirk. Tyrion had spoken to me about him a lot but it never bothered me at all. The rest of our conversation continued naturally. It was like we had known eachother for a very a long time. I wanted to continue talking to him but we had arrived at the dragon pit and we couldn’t. Before I went to take my seat I stepped aside with him.

“We’ll see eachother again.” I tell him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. I turned to walk away and I could tell he was still looking at me. We shared one last lingering look before he left with Bronn.

We didn’t wait that long for Queen Cersei and her men to arrive. All dressed in black like if it was her house color. Her hair was short now compared to before where she had long beautiful gold hair. Her scowl was very present on her face she didn’t try to hide it all. She looked at her younger brother with hate and disgust. And we should looked at me she smirked. Before I thought much of it my eyes shifted to another. The mountain. I felt as if my breath had been caught in my throat. The memories of what he did to Oberyn rushed in. Anger rushed through me all I wanted to do was run and kill him but that wasn’t a wise idea. I took a deep breath and sat down even if everything in me was telling me to go and kill him.

Daenerys made her arrival known. Cersei had arrived late to show some sort of importance to herself but Daenerys beat her. Everyone looked amazed and suprised when she arrived on top of Drogon. She showed her power and her importance to them. Even if Cersei didn’t look amazed or suprised I could tell she was. It would be hard to be amazed at something so incredible.

Cersei’s ignorance to believing us was annoying . Then again why would she believe us. We are just people trying to take back the throne. And she’s never seen these dead men like we have all she’s known about them was all In books. That is why the reason we made this meeting. The scared look she had was amazing they all look terrified. Even the coaward that left Cersei side was afraid. He might have an island but that won’t save him.

“The crown accepts your truce, until the dead are defeated they are the true enemy.” Cersei finally said. A sigh of relief escaped through Jon’s lips as he stood there In the center. Everything relied on this plan to work. Viserion was killed for this plan. I would feel the relief but theirs always something more to this. “In return the king In the north will extend this truce, he will remain in the north where he belongs. He will not take up arms against the Lannister’s he will not choose sides.”

“Just the king in the north not me.” Daenerys Inturrpted.

“I would never ask it of you, you would never agree to it even if you did I would trust you even less then I do now, I ask only of Ned Starks son I know Ned Starks son will be true to his word.” Cersei finished. I looked over at Jon to see his reaction and to hear what he would say. He looked troubled like he was battling the decision in his head. But when he shared a look with Daenerys I knew he wasn’t making a decision he just couldn’t find a way to say it. He bent the knee.

“I am true to my word or I try to be, that is why I can’t give you what you ask I cannot serve two queens and I’ve already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of house Targaryen.” I sighed at his words. Idiot. He was an idiot. And by the looks on everyone’s face they all thought it too. Cersei left and we didn’t have her armys back. That means Viserion died for nothing. Even if Tyrion did go back to Cersei it’s going to be hard to convince her.

“My armies will not stand down, I will not pull them back to the capital , I will march them north to fight alongside you to fight in the great war, the darkness is coming for us all we’ll face it together and when the Great War is over, perhaps you’ll remember I chose to help with no promises or assurences from any of you. I expect not. call our banners all of them.” Cersei said. I didn’t trust her. Even Tyrion did talk to her I cant trust her. After saw her leave I turned to Daenerys and Tyrion.

“Why should we trust her?” I ask the doubt feeling my mind. Tyrion lets his shoulders fall.

“We have too. We need too.” Tyrion said.

“And why should we? Because you’re her brother? Because last time I remember she hates you.”

“You Just have to. You have to trust me.”

“You better be right.” I huff. I could never trust her. And we shouldn’t either. It’s like she put it to Daenerys before about if she were to accept truce. She would never trust Daenerys if she did. Then why should we trust Cersei and her truce.

“If we have the Dothraki ride hard on the kingsroad they’ll arrive at winterfell between the fortnight.” Jon explained pointing at the map.

“And the unsullied?” Daenerys asked him.

“We can sail with them to white harbor meet the Dothraki here on the kingsroad then ride together to winterfell.” Jon continued explaining.

“Perhaps you should fly to winterfell your grace you have many enemies in the north, thousands fell fighting your father all it takes is one angry man with a crossbow he’ll see your silver hair on the kingsroad and know that one well placed bow will make him a hero. The man who killed the conquer.” Jorah explained having some truth behind his words. But we also had to think of how the people would react to her arriving in a dragon. The north dont like us already. Arriving sepreratly in a dragon makes things worse.

“Even if you are right. What will the northerners thinks of her arriving in a dragon? We don’t want them to fear her and hate her all at the same time. She needs to ride alongside her ally.” I tell them.

“It’s true if we’re going to be allies in this war it’s important the northerners see us as allies. If we sail alongside white harbor together I think it sends a better message.” Jon tells her. We all look at Daenerys to wait for her to say something in response.

“I’ve come not to conquer the north.” She pauses and looks at me with a small smile on her lips. “We’ve come to save the north.... we sail together.”

#game of thrones #game of thrones imagines #podrick payne #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #tyrion lannister #cersei lannister #ser jorah mormont #bronn of the blackwater #the moutain #brienne of tarth #missandei

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GOT Virtues AU: The Lions and Their Cubs

N/: Finally, something not Jon related😅. So in this AU, the Lannisters own Lions and I wanted to make a drabble showing how they got them. I’d like to think that here, animal relationships are important. So expect some direwolf and dragon drabbles on the way. And maybe even a kraken one. *gasp* Have I said too much?😆

Tywin Lannister was a man to be feared, that much was known. His presence alone was enough for an entire hall of men to stand in silence and listen to this proud lion roar. The Warden of the West was currently at a matter of business with the lords of the Westerlands.

His three children: Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion were all waiting out in the halls of the Golden Tooth where Tywin had been sent to resolve the matter. Jaime and Tyrion sat side by side, while Cersei stood by the door, listening to her father’s every word.

“Why are you still standing over there?” Jaime called to his sister “A political meeting is no place for children”

“Shush!” Cersei said, hushing Jaime “I’m trying to listen! Unlike you, I actually pay attention to what father has to say. You might learn something from it”

“Well sure. Learn that father could never loosen up when he was a child”

Tyrion snickered alongside Jaime, earning a nasty stink eye from Cersei

“Unlike you, I actually listen to father. Properly” Cersei sneered “I’m sure if you’ve remembered, but there’s a reason father has us practice every day with our virtue”

“Oh of course, I remember. I especially remember the scrapes on my knees I earned afterwards”

“And don’t forget about that one time you got a cut lip and battered knuckles” Tyrion said, addressing Cersei not so subtly

Cersei simply scoffed at her imp brother “Like you would ever know or understand what it’s like to live with such power”

“And I do not wish to know” Tyrion said “I think will all those bruises, it shows that your place should be in the court and not the field”

“We’re not meant to use them for fighting” Cersei snapped back “The eldest child holds The Dusk and we’re learning how to control them. Not for petty fights, but for survival”

“Perhaps fighting and survival are more or less in the same context” Tyrion said

Jaime simply sat idly by, watching his siblings argue. For a child of eight years old, Tyrion knew how to use his words cleverly. Sometimes, he even sounded smarter than his fifteen year old sister.

The sound of chairs pushing in and footsteps were heard, and Cersei moved from the doors as they opened. Men walked out of the room, with Tywin coming out last.

“Were you waiting for an invitation to the meeting?” Tywin said, looking down at his daughter “Or have you been missing my lessons that much?”

Cersei didn’t answer, and instead followed her father along with Jaime and Tyrion.

“Father, can we go to the marketplace? Just for a bit?” Cersei asked

“And what would you hope to find there? A new dress for your closet?” Tywin said, never looking over his shoulder

Cersei scoffed at that “No, I could just get the tailors back home to make one for me”

Jaime stepped in “I believe what Cersei’s trying to say, Father, is that she saw something in the marketplace that peaked her interest”

Tywin stopped in his tracks, and turned to his children. He sighed deeply “We’ll stop at the marketplace for a moment, and you can use your money to get... whatever you considered special enough to be in your delicate hands”

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The Lannisters stopped their horses at the marketplace in the Golden Tooth. It was rowdy and all the stands were full of food, cloth, or steel. Tywin offered Cersei gold coins that he had in his saddle.

“Don’t think I’ll be the one paying for it. Now go on, show us what was so eye catching that you had to stop me on this endeavor of mine”

Cersei rolled her eyes, walking towards the stand she had seen while on horseback. Jaime and Tyrion followed her, not knowing what she was doing.

“Did she secretly drink wine while on the way here?” Tyrion asked Jaime. The older boy simply shrugged, walking behind Cersei who stopped at a stand with a large pen in it. It held a litter of kittens, each piling up on each other. The Lannisters stared at the cats, with the male members eyeing Cersei in a not-so-fond way.

“Cats?” Jaime said “That’s what you thought was so amazing? Cats that father could buy in Lannisport?”

“No, you idiot!” Cersei said, grabbing Jaime’s arm and pointing behind the kittens “Look behind there! Don’t you see them?”

“See what?” Jaime turned his head, tarting to catch a glimpse of what she was looking at.

Cersei scoffed frustratingly. She walked up to the salesclerk “Sir, could you open these gates for me and my family? I’d like to make a purchase for your finest felines”

“But my lady?” The salesclerk said, easy with his words “The creatures you speak of are right before your very eyes. Wouldn’t you like to purchase them? They come at a good price”

“I don’t want to buy any of these cats” Cersei said “They’re boring. The ones I saw are all the way in the back. Open these gates or I’ll have your stand removed”

The salesclerk hesitated, but opened the gates for Cersei. She walked into the pen, ignoring all the kittens begging for her attention. Instead, she strolled pass them and stopped to where her prize was. Three felines lay together: one black, another white, and the last cream.

“These are ones that I saw” Cersei said to her father “They’re not ordinary cats. Their-“

“Lion cubs” Tyrion finished for her “The white one appears to be a hrakkar. They’re only found across the Narrow Sea where the Dothraki live”

“I want one” Cersei stated “A lion will be perfect for the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms”

“You’re not Queen yet, young lady” Tywin said “And a lion would be far too dangerous to keep in a confined space. What could these cubs bring to the table that would be of any use to us?”

“What if...?” Jaime stepped in “They were to be trained?”

Tywin turned to his eldest son “What are you suggesting?”

“What if we took all three of the cubs, one for each of your children, and they were trained to be guards. Think about it, there are people out there who want to steal our virtue. The lions could protect Casterly Rock if someone were to steal The Dusk from me or Cersei”

Tywin thought for a moment. Jaime had a point. The Dusk was the pillar of Casterly Rock, and if someone were to steal it, they’d need another pillar to hold the castle in place. Lions were perfect for the Rock. And they’d provide the best security, more so than regular knights or guards.

“You’ll make sure stay fed and well trained. I will not have rampant pets under my roof” Tywin said, walking out of the pen while the children grabbed the cubs. Cersei grabbed the black one, Jaime the white one, and Tyrion the cream one.

Cersei gave the coins to the salesclerk, and climbed atop her mount alongside the other Lannisters. She looked down at the black cub, and smiled “Your name will be Everan. You’ll be the most feared lion in all of Westeros, and men shall tremble at your feet”

The cub now named Everan simply stared at his new owner, not knowing that what she said would become true in the years to come.

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While on their journey back to Casterly Rock, Tywin insisted that the cubs be put through their first test. A test to see how each lion would survive on their own.

“But they’re only babies” Tyrion said “They won’t be able to wander out there on their own”

“They won’t be alone” Tywin said “We’ll be right here behind them, observing to see what kind of training they’ll have to endure”

The cubs were dropped from the children’s arms and walked aimlessly around the fields. Everan snarled at his younger siblings, and lead the pack with pride of that of a king.

Cersei held her head high and smirked proudly “It appears I’ve picked right cub. Everan may be young, but he holds himself like a true pack leader”

The white cub, instead of backing down, snarled back at Everan and ran through the grass carelessly.

“He seems a bit reckless” Jaime said “But my cub seems to hold his ground quite well. He’ll be as fearless as the Rhoynar and the First Men” He stopped for a second, and then his eyes lit up “Hmmm, perhaps Rohar would be a good name for him. To remind the people of where his strength comes from”

Tywin looked at the cubs. This test seemed to be working well for the first two, but the last lion was having trouble catching up. The cream one was nearly at the heels of the horses they were riding, barely making an effort to catch up to Everan and Rohar.

“She doesn’t seem to be moving much” Tyrion said, looking over his horses head to watch the lion walk “There’s something wrong with her”

“If she can’t learn to make a move, she’ll be left in the dirt while her brothers roam the world” Tywin said, as he signaled on of the guards to come up

The guard grabbed the sheath of his sword and struck the cub, making it tumble on the ground. The lion could be heard giving a yelp of disapproval, and the dirt became red with the blood of her wound.

“You hurt her!” Tyrion yelled, getting off his horse and grabbing the cub “She’s bleeding! Why would you do that?!”

“Because she needs to learn” Tywin said “If she’s going to protect the Rock, then she needs to be prepared for any threats. She can’t be walking aimlessly around the castle while a stranger walks into its walls”

Tyrion looked at his father with hatred, but stopped as he turned to the lion in his hands. The sheath has struck her face, leaving a scar on her face that went from her left eye to the bottom of her right cheek. The wound was reassuringly not deep. Has the sword gotten deeper, the cub would’ve not have been able to get on her feet or make her cry of anguish.

“I’ll take care of her” Tyrion said to his father “Whatever’s wrong with her, I’ll try and fix it. She’ll protect Casterly Rock proudly, I promise. You may not see it, but she’ll be the strongest and biggest of them all. I know it”

A scoff could be heard from Cersei, but Tywin paid no mind to it. Tyrion was so determined to keep his new pet, and Tywin had no interest in starting an argument with the dwarf.

Tywin turned to his other children “You too, grab the other cubs. We’re done with their tests. For now”

Jaime and Cersei grabbed Everan and Rohar, while Tyrion climbed back onto his horse. The female cub could be heard purring into Tyrion’s chest, her wound no longer bleeding. The cut would affect her sight on her eye greatly, but it wouldn’t stop her from living.

Tyrion looked down at the cub, smiling fondly “I shall name you Cira. You will wear your name proudly, and you will wear it like armor. You’ll be stronger than any of the First Men or even any of the Unsullied across the Narrow Sea”

Cira looked up at Tyrion, licking his face lovingly. Tyrion giggled softly “You are my cub. And I’ll be your momma. Not your master or your owner, but your momma and your friend. And you shall be mine. From this day, until my last day”

Cira settled into Tyrion’s lap, accepting that this boy was her home. And she’d do anything to protect it. The same could be said for Everan and Rohar, who would make their owners proud.

Very proud.

#game of thrones #my writing #virtues au #tyrion lannister #jaime lannister #cersei lannister

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jedicreed-fr · 5 years

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Further and Further Away

((All dragons are in gijinka’d forms!))

Azarhi quickly realized that things were not going to go back to normal. Now that Daasdrei was Janto’s Empress, everything had changed. He spent more time with her, than Azarhi. Their interactions were brief and short, and didn’t hold the same warmth as they did before. It was as if they were never lovers to begin with. Janto even started getting angry with him, which he’d never did before. He never raised his voice against Azarhi...

Until Daasdrei came into the picture.

Azarhi knew that a Empress would come, sooner or later. But he had Janto’s word, that they would still be close. That Janto would hold him close at night, and chase the nightmares away with chaste kisses along his neck. Would stroke along his scars, comforting him and telling him how pretty he was. An Empress was just a symbol, nothing more.

...So why had Janto started acting differently? Why was he going back on his words?

Why?

The questions were tearing Azarhi apart. He found himself sleeping alone, more often than not. During the nights he did get to sleep with Janto, again they were brief and he was asked to leave before the sun came up. Their nightly sessions became...less heart-felt, and more-so used as an outlet for Janto to vent his frustrations. The gentle lovemaking was gone, and Janto’s touch was now rough on Azarhi’s skin, leaving behind bruises on his hips, arms and shoulders. The sudden change made Azarhi loose his appetite, and he started eating less, his clothes feeling looser and looser on him by the day. Sleep hardly came to him, either because nightmares woke him up, with no comfort in sight, or he cried himself to sleep.

But he held onto a glimmer of hope. Maybe Janto would come around. They had spent years together, surely that meant something, right? Perhaps...Perhaps he was just frustrated. ...Yes, that had to be it. When he went on his trip outside of the Empire, and met Daasdrei. He had to be stressed from that. Maybe that was why he was acting so differently. He would come around. He had to come around. Azarhi did his best to not let his weaknesses show through; he put make-up on to hide the bags under his eyes, and the puffiness from crying all night long. He did his best to look gorgeous for his Emperor, dressing in the jewelry and silks Janto bought him over the years, using his beauty to distract Janto from how thin he was becoming. And if he continued to smile, maybe Janto would assuming nothing was bothering Azarhi, and he would come back around.

That had to work...That had to work...

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With Janto at meetings with his advisers today, Azarhi was left to wander the palace. Even before the change, he never did get invited to said meetings. They were usually rather stressful, with heated words being thrown about. Janto didn’t forbid him, per se, but he didn’t bring him along.

“These talks should be my burden to bear. Be a dear and wait for me after? Wander the palace as you like. I’ll find you soon.”

Azarhi smiled, recalling those words. Janto would always find him afterwards, true to his word. And they got to spend a few hours together in each others arms, or perhaps do something even more...

He was torn out of his fantasy by a cold voice.

“And there he is...”

Daasdrei looked at Azarhi cooly, Shadow eyes glistening with some unknown intent. She was dressed to the best, as per usual. Being the Empress, one could never be under-dressed in the presence of anyone. Her billowing robes, and train from her mantle trailed behind her, as she approached Azarhi.

Not wanting to be disrespectful, Azarhi took a knee, bowing low, “Empress Daasdrei. It’s lovely to see you this afternoon.”

It was odd to see her outside of her and Janto’s shared chambers, during this time. But the skies outside were overcast; a storm was brewing. Azarhi could feel it in his bones. Wounds from abuse past made going through storms rough. He often felt like an old man, when the weather would change, being so sore and achy.

Daasdrei looked down on Azarhi for a moment, just studying him. Azarhi could feel her stare on the back of his neck, and he barely repressed a shudder. It wasn’t a well-known fact...but the Empress was a vampire. She took liberties with specialized UV gels, so that she could be present by Janto’s side, no matter the weather or time. But they always left a peculiar smell. Not a bad one, but it was a cloying scent of flowers. ...Azarhi began to dislike the scent.

He associated the scent with Daasdrei--the one who took his Janto away.

He swallowed down his emotions though, nearly jumping when Daasdrei talked once more.

“Rise. What are you doing, wandering around?”

“I...” started Azarhi, slowly getting to his feet, “I am merely wandering. Emperor Janto is busy with talks. He comes to find me afterwards, so I roam around, until then. He always finds me.” he said, giving her a small smile.

Daasdrei looked him over, before snorting softly, folding her arms across her chest, “...Really. I still cannot wrap my mind around why you still think it’s okay to go after the Emperor, like a mindless pet.”

Azarhi couldn’t help but jolt at that, “I-I beg your pard--”

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you.” purred Daasdrei, letting her arms fall to her side, as she slowly walked around the Imperial. He couldn’t move--he didn’t dare move, “You follow him around, eyes wide and full of hope and admiration. You long for his touch, and get so stupidly happy when he gives you attention. Have you always acted so foolishly around him? I’m surprised he’s let you carry on that act for as long as you have.”

Azarhi felt his heart pounding in his chest, making him dizzy. But he couldn’t show any weakness. Not in front of her, “I...I...” he stammered, trying to find the right words. Overstepping his boundaries now would just put him in hot water...with both her, and Janto. And he couldn’t betray Janto. Not now. Not ever.

Daasdrei snorted, reaching out and roughly taking Azarhi’s chin, tilting it up until he was looking right at her. He could see a glimpse of a sharp fang underneath of her lips, even more so when she spoke, “...You’re jealous of me. You think I took Emperor Janto away from you, don’t you?”

She hit the nail right on the head. Apparently he didn’t school his expression enough, as she smirked, “...I thought so.”

Before he could even react, he was thrown up against the cold, stone wall of the palace, hard enough to make him gasp out in pain. A hand was on his throat, pinning him there, her other hand reaching out and pulling the collar down on his shirt. A cool claw scraped along his skin, causing a cold chill to go through him.

But he couldn’t hold back a frightened yelp, as Daasdrei bared her fangs and went right for his exposed neck.

Azarhi screwed his eyes shut, expecting pain from her fangs digging into her neck...but nothing came. No pain. Nothing.

Only Daasdrei chuckling softly, her breath tickling his skin.

“As if I’d drink the blood of a cheap whore like you.” she whispered into his ear, “Listen carefully. Janto is mine. He only bought you to have a pretty thing to fuck, while he was on his throne. There was no connection, between the two of you. You’re delusional if you think so. So...”

Daasdrei pulled back, leveling Azarhi with a cruel glare, “...Stay away from my Emperor.”

Before Azarhi could react, she pulled a hand back and slapped him across the face. Claws dug into his skin and, as he fell to the ground, landing hard on his knees, he could feel blood trickling out of the wounds. She purposely scratched him. Maimed him. The cuts were deep enough, to where he could see droplets on the ground underneath of him.

Trembling, he cupped his bleeding cheek with one hand, as he looked up at her, eyes wide. But she was no longer in front of him. Looking around, he spotted her down the hallway some...

With Janto by her side.

“M--My Lord...” choked out Azarhi, his heart thudding in his chest hard enough, he could swear Janto could hear it. He tried to say more, to plead to him to help him...but no words came out. He was shaking too badly, his heart pounding too fast--

And he practically felt it stop, when Janto simply turned around, Daasdrei’s arm in his.

The Empress threw a cruel smile over her shoulder, before she and Janto disappeared around the corner, leaving Azarhi alone, on the floor, bleeding and staring after them.

Azarhi felt numb. The pain in his cheek was gone, the pain in his chest was gone...he felt completely numb. As if he had just gotten dunked into a pool of ice, and everything had froze.

....So it was true. Janto was gone. The Janto he knew and loved was gone. He had been nothing more than a pretty thing to sit on his lap, on the throne. A nice, warm body to fuck at night. He spun a fair tale, indulging in Azarhi’s fantasies of staying together. ...Only to crush them cruelly, into a million pieces. His delusions were crashing down on him, and the cold, hard truth was piercing him through.

He hadn’t even realized he was crying, until he felt more wetness on his face that wasn’t from the wounds on his cheek.

“...Azarhi?”

Letting out a choked gasp, Azarhi whirled around at the familiar voice.

Solomon had just turned the corner, his eyes on the sad sight. He and Azarhi hadn’t interacted much. Azarhi knew he was Janto’s personal assassin...but there had almost been something defiant about him. Azarhi couldn’t put his finger on it, and he was honestly a bit scared of the assassin, to tell the truth. He never smiled, and had such a cold gaze...

But right now, his gaze wasn’t cold at all. In fact, he looked almost worried and...sympathetic?

He moved in closer, kneeling down by Azarhi on the cold floor. Azarhi didn’t know what he would do. Would he leave him too, broken, crying and bleeding? Or would he put him out of his misery? To end the numbing that threatened to overcome him?

Solomon, instead, wrapped his arms around Azarhi, pulling him into a gentle embrace.

It was the first gentle touch he had had in months.

Azarhi collapsed against Solomon...and wept.

#Clan Lore #c: Azarhi #c: Daasdrei #c: Janto #c: Solomon #Flight Rising #HERE'S SOME PAIN MY FELLOWS #TOLD YOU THINGS WERE GOING TO GET WORSE BEFORE THEY WILL GET BETTER

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Random Town Encounters (1d100)

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[1] An enormous bear stumbles around town wearing human clothing. They’re attempting to order drinks at the local tavern, but so far they haven’t had much luck [2] You arrive early morning into a quiet little village. Unfortunately nobody is around to greet you because they have all been turned into candy [3] A festival is taking place in the center of town. They seem to be celebrating a historical figure that looks oddly similar to someone in the party [4] Dashing through the streets, a bandit has stolen a powerful magic artifact. Anyone they pass by are turned to stone. A hefty reward will be given to anyone who can catch them [5] Hm? In your back pocket there’s a piece of paper with directions to somewhere in town. If asked about the location, nobody seems to know where it is [6] While walking through the streets a child runs into the party at full speed, falling to the ground. They apologize profusely as they begin to collect their dropped goods. This includes a baby dragon [7] Rumor: The guards in this town are not human, they never sleep. Most people speculate they are from another realm [8] Enticing smells fill the air, there seems to be a cooking competition in town. And it looks like it’s not too late to sign up. Anybody know how to make a killer quiche? [9] Rumor: Beneath the city lies an ancient tunnel leading to a thief’s lost treasure. But everyone is too afraid to look for themselves. When prompted on what is down there, people dance around the question [10] Sentient vegetables rebel against the local chef. At first glance it seems to be a harmless prank, but anyone bit by the veggies begin morphing into vicious vegetables themselves [11] Magic is outlawed in this district of town. Anyone who casts any spell begins to glow [12] Little ducklings follow behind the party, quacking merrily. They are perfectly harmless but without their mother. Did somebody order 8 new beautiful children? [13] Ghosts have driven out the living from the town leaving behind a literal Ghost Town. The Ghosts are actually quite friendly, too friendly [14] Rumor: Grandma Crabapple, a sweet old lady who lives alone in her cottage up on the hill is actually a Doppelganger. Looks like we’re going to have to eat her famous cherry pie and get to the bottom of this mystery [15] The local tavern has been recently reconstructed, a group of rowdy adventurers burned it down a few months back. The locals don’t take kindly to any adventurers now [16] Every year in spring a nearby lake floods, threatening the village’s safety. But every year the cobblestone wall surrounding them keeps them safe. But this year, something goes horribly wrong. And it’s probably one of your player’s fault [17] Rumor: The local school is teaching children to summon demons and worship the devil [18] Rotten tomatoes fly as an Orc Bard attempts to perform in the streets for gold [19] A potion brewer has set up shop in town, they have an extra special brew that grants anyone who drinks it invisibility. But the effect happens randomly and without warning [20] Perched upon a crumbling building, a gargantuan bird watches the town silently. The villagers claim that wishing upon one of the bird’s feathers can grant a wish. Unfortunately the bird doesn’t shed very often and doesn’t like to be bothered [21] Rumor: The alcohol in the bar is watered down with a substitute that creates intense cravings for more alcohol [22] Transcending space and time, you cat appears. They are to scale with your figurines and demand your attention [23] Goblins have invaded! Oh, looks like they’re just selling baked goods at reasonable prices. You win this time Goblins… [24] The water wells have frozen over unexpectedly. A sentient ice elemental is passing through [25] You have entered into a town created with sand and dirt, there is a lone tower in the center. A wizard has created their own town by controlling local ants. The wizard smells really bad [26] A real life celebrity has a look-alike in your campaign, and they are the bartender at a small tavern with dreams of being famous [27] A Magic Shop is selling the most illegitimate looking magic items you’ve ever seen. But for some reason people are flooding to their stand and buying all of their merch. Do they not realize? [28] Rumor: In this small farming town, the Scarecrows are said to awaken at night looking to exchange bodies with anyone who loses to them at their game. The game is hopscotch [29] You’ve been handed a flyer for a local religious group. It seems they worship an Insect god. Surely they are up to no good! Oooh, look! They have a buffet! [30] A horse cart race is under way, are you in? [31] Out of the sewers, four turtles emerge. They have varying magical mutations. One can turn invisible, another has super speed, the remaining turtle’s powers are unknown. They are causing quite a ruckus in town [32] Rumor: Eerie whistling is heard by the graveyard every night. The townspeople believe it is a restless spirit [33] Tap dancing frogs, followed by synchronized flying ravens appear. A local swamp witch is accomplishing her dream. She expects applause and tips, or else [34] A group of local teens are attempting to fundraise a dangerous project. They promise that it will revolutionize the world [35] Rumor: The leader of this town is actually a dozen frogs in a trenchcoat [36] You are given a free lotion sample at a stand. The lotion has strange side effects including but not limited to, sprouting wings [37] A villager appears to the party, they are an obvious caricature of your favorite video game character [38] Servants of a local noble rebel. They are protesting outside the castle [39] There is a college within the town that holds forgotten history. It’s a favorite among the world’s most powerful magicians. Surely you’ll meet someone interesting inside? [40] Many clues lead you to believe that there are witches hiding in the city. The truth is, the entire town is a coven, everyone is a witch. Can you trust this coven? [41] There is a flea-market in town with hundreds of vendors selling everything from valuable artisan goods to worthless junk. If you’re lucky you may find a neglected magic item for sale [42] A thieves guild takeover is currently underway and somehow you’ve managed to get involved [43] An earthquake ravages the city, within the rubble ancient prophetic texts are discovered [44] Rumor: Beneath the meat shop there is an illegal underground fighting ring. What will you do? Stop it from getting out of hand, make some bets, or sign up as a fighter yourself? [45] Riots in the streets spark as an unjust ruler is appointed into a position of great power [46] Taco Bell is real and Baja Blast is now canon [47] Rumor: An unknown infant Monster is roaming the streets. It is incredibly dangerous and there is a bounty for its capture. People believe it is a Basilisk [48] Twin scientists advertise around town for their Monster business. They buy and sell monster parts and some interesting Monster related goods [49] The town drunk happens to know a lot of interesting/important information but nobody seems to be listening [50] The world’s first train operates within this bustling city. While visiting a catastrophic event occurs involving a busted engine [51] Rumor: Pranksters have animated the children’s toys and stuffed animals at the local General Store causing some traumatic memories for the local kids. People believe the culprits are the store owners themselves. But how true is this claim? [52] Rumor: The abandoned castle on the hill is full of tremendous treasure and wealth. But so far nobody has discovered where it is hidden [53] Local crime lord strolls around town with their new love interest. Everyone is afraid of this criminal but do nothing to stop them from taking advantage of their town [54] An industrialized revolution is happening! Lots of unique goods and services are all over the city. But this massive urban development comes with a steep cost. Nature spirits are planning an attack on the city for invading their homeland [55] You are in a town blessed by nature. Colorful fauna is everywhere and on every building. It is a beautiful culmination of nature and society. They also grow rare and exotic crops [56] Yup. It finally happened. The most chaotic member of the party has a bounty. Good luck [57] This town is inhabited entirely by avian beings. They are friendly, but most places are inaccessible if you can’t fly [58] A local Barber is willing to give your party’s pet a cool new haircut. What’s that? They have no hair you say? No problem! Stylish wigs are also an option [59] “Welcome! Tonight is the big game! The Bardic and Wizarding colleges are going to face off! Be sure to buy your tickets now!” [60] Zelda-esque mini games are all over the place! Smash pots, hit some targets, win some rupees! [61] A town of sentient horses. An equestrian experience nobody will forget [62] Stone guardians have become animated and are rampaging through the town. First we must stop the guardians. Second we have to figure out who did this [63] Rumor: Buildings are falling apart as bricks and stones are disappearing randomly. Some believe the bricks are alive. It’s the curse of the Were-Bricks! [64] A special promotion for a local tavern is given to anyone who can catch and dispose of the rats from their basement. Problem is, these rats aren’t just simple street rats [65] Did somebody say, Shopping montage? A trendy fashion store has opened up, it’s the perfect to accessorize! Maybe some new outfits for the next campaign arc? [66] Just put your players in the town of Whiterun from Skyrim. Perfect [67] And while I’m talking Skyrim, instead of stealing Whiterun. Instead you should just quote the Skyrim NPC’s constantly. “Let me guess… someone stole your sweetroll.” [68] Rumor: A mad scientist has created life, but the being has escaped and stalks the dark alleyways [69] A bird delivers an important letter to a member of the party… That or it’s a 25% off coupon for a local Costume store [70] The circus is in town! But something’s not quite right. The attendants of the shows can never recall what happens during the performances but are always dying to go back [71] A knock off group of Fantasy Avengers appear and take credit for the party’s heroic deeds. They do this multiple times throughout the campaign. I’d suggest settling this debacle once and for all in battle! [72] “Welcome! Have you checked out our main attraction? It’s our pride and joy! People come from all over the world to catch a glimpse of this spectacle!” Examples: House made entirely out of food. A skyscraper that can reach space. A wishing well that supposedly grants one word wishes. A captivating glowing orb of pure hatred and hellfire [73] Rumor: During a full moon a store opens up for business selling strange artifacts. Rumors also suggest the owner of this business is the Devil himself [74] Giant Snail races are being hosted tonight, care to make a wager? [75] Rumor: The local fortune teller has been warning the village of some ominous futures. Surely this is just a ploy to snag some extra profit? [76] A carnival you say? Introduce a bunch of sleazy carnies to con your party into massive debt. A debt so large that it can only be repaid with even sleazier side quests [77] A FUN carnival you say? Let your players participate in some fun games to show off their strengths and clever skills (AKA cheating) [78] Local orphans take a liking to your party, they are very sweet [79] Roll initiative! A mugger has attacked- Oh! False alarm. It’s only a knife salesman [80] A bored god appears within the city demanding the town’s finest ales and to battle an honorable adversary [81] The local Odditorium* is an enticing tourist trap that is offering a questionable new promotion (Think, The Mystery Shack from Gravity Falls or Ripley’s Believe It or Not!) [82] The most unlikely individual offers the party an assassin job. Unfortunately, this job is wacky and requires dressing up like members of a circus [83] A blessing! Local flower shop gifts a player a lucky daffodil. Good fortune and prosperity is in their future [84] A curse! One of your players has been struck with a curse of familiarity. In every town you enter someone will swear they look just like someone else and mistake them for said person [85] Rumor: There’s a rumor going around about your party. A bad one. Nobody trusts you [86] It is migrating season for Unicorns and this town is in the middle of their migration path. Despite their beauty, these Unicorns are dangerous and untrusting [87] The entire town is riddled with traps and wires, be careful where you step [88] As your party travels through the town, one member of the party seems to be teleported to another realm. In reality they haven’t moved at all. Stranger things have happened I’m sure. It’s probably nothing (It’s definitely something) [89] Rumor: A man known as the Master of Riddles lives in town. He will reward anyone for solving his riddles. But the rewards are unlike anything anyone’s ever seen [90] Taxidermied animals rampage through the streets, a Necromancer is to blame [91] Your reoccurring “Big Bad Villain” just happens to be in town. They don’t immediately recognize the party and seem to be doing some pretty domestic stuff. Is this their hometown or is this just a pit stop in their travels? [92] This river settlement is quite large. They have just begun developing this area, most buildings are still being constructed. The tavern, inn and a few shops are open. Trouble looms in the distance as a large beast’s home is directly below [93] Local pants thieves begin messing with the party and it is hilarious [94] Rumor: Inside the oldest building in town there is an ancient door that is said to lead to the heavens. Nobody has ever been able to open the door, not even with magic. The key’s location is an unsolved mystery. Some say the key is buried somewhere nearby [95] Rumor: Local inventor claims to have created a machine that can fly and is willing to pay anyone to give it a test run [96] Dozens of missing person and lost item posters are all around the town (For an extra twist, one of the missing people is someone in the party) [97] In the center of town lies a guild of mice adventurers. They protect this town and make sure all outsiders are trustworthy [98] Take all the snacks and drinks you and your players brought to today’s session and create a boss fight out of it! It emerges from the earth with little to no warning [99] A group of teens run around the city role playing their favorite book characters. Unfortunately these characters are swashbuckling looters. Time to put these kids in time out [100] A traveling merchant sells odd wooden closets, drawers, and chests. When opened, these objects lead to portals between dimensions. Suddenly, one of the closets tip over and the doors swing open

#dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #pathfinder #tabletop #xanth the wizard #dm stuff #random encounters #1d100

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The Cloak: Chapter 4

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Rating: Mature

Summary: A short dive into the beginning of S8 of GoT. Jon and Dany attempt to cloak their love as the great reveal and the tampering of others threatens to tears them apart. This will have romance, angst and smut. I am not a GoT expert, this is not about plot points or trying to stay perfectly true to character. This fic is emotion centered and written for fun. I hope you enjoy! **I have no rights to these characters, all belong to HBO and Author of GoT** Mostly Unedited

Chapter 4: The Cloak

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Actual GoT Season 8 – Casting call: A sassy/attractive girl, 18-25: GOT would like to find a "sexy and confident" young northern woman for just one scene. The role is "memorable" and will be with leading cast.

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Author’s Note: Here is chapter 4, enjoy. It is ANGST - but no fear, this will be HEA. I don’t like reading sad endings, let alone writing them. A huge THANK YOU to my fellow GoT fanfic writer, her work is amazing! - LustOnMyFingers (on Ao3, here she is: @tomakeitbeautifultolive ) - for her help with how to add images to my chapters on Ao3 and for taking a look at this chapter beforehand. xoxo

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Sighing softly, Arya finishes getting dressed for the day. Although Jon and his travel party arrived to Winterfell less than twenty-four hours ago, it feels more like a week. So much has happened in such a small amount of time.

My brother, Jon. I don’t care what Bran says…Jon will always be my older brother.

Always.

Shaking her head, Arya never dreamed Jon would become King of the North. The brother she loved as early back as she could remember, who was always made to feel as though he was not as good as the rest of their siblings.

Arya remembers the meeting Tyrion led after dinner last night. It was the Stark family members, Davos, and Sam that Tyrion requested to meet with. Jon had stormed in late, he was visibly upset but insisted that Tyrion hurry and get it over with. Tyrion was very factual and calm as he revealed what the Dragon Queen had decided in regards to the North and carving it out of the seven-kingdoms. The North would remain independent, and Jon would remain King of the North.

Rolling her eyes, Arya remembers having to pinch Sansa’s arm to get her to stop gloating with relief. Bran nodded as though he believed it was a good idea, or maybe he knew already from listening in to other’s private conversations earlier.

Davos was on the same page as Arya, both watching their king as the news was relayed. Jon said nothing. From the moment he entered the room after dinner, he was silent and brooding. Arya was starting to worry that Jon’s feelings for Daenerys Targaryen was much more serious than anyone was aware of.

Arya doesn’t care about titles, or who is King or Warden of Winterfell. What she cares about is her brother’s happiness. As much as Arya wants Jon to be content in life, she isn’t convinced that the Dragon Queen is right for him. Especially with all she has witnessed in the last day, Daenerys came across as very cold and indifferent.

As soon as Tyrion’s meeting ended, Jon said goodnight and walked out. He had made it very clear he didn’t want to talk about anything else that evening. Sansa was very pleased with the new direction and needed to take lead on logistics for Winterfell, as the undead approach many more Northerners are arriving to Winterfell each hour that passes. Sansa was so relieved that Daenerys’s armies were comfortable with the camps that have been set up on the surrounding lands. We are running out of room for all of the Lords, women and children that need refuge.

With time on her hands before it was time to turn in for the night, Arya asked Davos if he would accompany her to visit Gendry. The smirk Davos gave her was enough to make her cheeks flush, but the loyal man happily complied.

Davos did make sure to tell Arya that once she was done spending time with Gendry that he would personally escort her, alone, back to her room…that same evening. Arya laughed at the old man, she could see why Jon appreciated his counsel and company so much.

They found Gendry working hard, helping assemble tools out of dragonglass that Jon had brought back. Arya has enjoyed finding Gendry again, and she finds herself wanting to get to know him again. But also weighing on her mind, is her need for information about Jon. She had known that Gendry traveled with Jon and Daenerys by ship.

Arya recalled what Daenerys had said to Jon in the small counsel room: “Almost everyone in this room got to hear us on the boat. So what if they also get to hear you ending things between us now?”

Of course Arya could guess what types of things people in the travel party had heard, but she wanted details from Gendry, and Davos as well if he was willing to share.

Unfortunately, as close as she and Gendry were becoming again he is very loyal to Davos and Jon. At least when it comes to Jon’s privacy. Neither Gendry nor Davos were willing to spill any private details of Jon’s history with the dragon queen. Arya knew that she would get no further by asking directly.

Arya smiles at her satchel with her collection of faces, she will find another way to investigate if needed.

Groaning as Arya shuts her bedroom door for the morning – she recalls her late night of sneaking around Winterfell numerous times to keep an eye on Jon.

As Davos had escorted her back to her room, she saw a brooding Jon roaming the halls. She choose not to approach him as he seemed so very sad and unhappy.

It was also last night that Arya begin to think about the incest issue, she hasn’t spoken to Jon about it as he refuses to discuss Daenerys with anyone.

Although not how they are raised. She wants Jon to be happy.

Arya decides to walk to Sansa’s room before the dining hall.

“Good morning Arya, I am glad you came by. There is a lot to be done today, I was hoping you could help me with some things,” Sansa asks while signing documents at her desk. “Jon has not been…himself. I haven’t bothered to transfer back all of the responsibilities yet.”

“Of course, I actually came here to talk about Jon. I am worried about him,” Arya says cautiously. She decides not to tell Sansa about what she saw in the halls last night. Sansa can be so judgmental at times.

“If this is about Jon and the queen, it may be hard for him now but it is good they found out early they are related,” Sansa says calmly. “Jon did the right thing.”

Arya’s eyebrows raise. “You know, we have history of incest in the Stark family, not even that far back.”

Scoffing, Sansa frowns while signing. “You seem to have put a lot of thought into this, my question is why?”

“Our own grandparents were cousins, Sansa! Our father’s parents were Rickard Stark and Lyarra Stark,” Arya protests. She doesn’t feel strongly either way, but there is still the part of her that loves to argue with her older sister.

“Arya, I am not concerned with family history. What I can tell you, Joffrey was a monster, he was insane…and his parents were siblings!” Sansa snaps, her irritation growing. “I think Jon is wise to worry about his future, especially since he most likely want children one day.”

“Ramsey was insane, evil even. Was he product of incest?” Arya asks.

Sansa rolls her eyes, shaking her head as a no.

“What about Myrcella and Tommen, were they insane and evil too?”

Sansa puts down her pen, meeting Arya’s eyes. She hasn’t thought of Tommen and Myrcella in ages, but she was flooded with both warmth and sadness. They were good. They were kind.

And now that, like so many are gone.

“No, they weren’t any of those things,” Sansa concedes, a sad look now on her face.

“Evil exists, whether it is something someone is born with or due to their upbringing…but I don’t think it is fair to assume that children from an aunt and uncle are destined for ruin,” Arya says. “All I know is that I love Jon, and I want him to be happy.”

Sansa nods, she wants the same thing for her brother.

“Jon was so happy yesterday when he first arrived to Winterfell. Which was expected as he was finally reunited with his favorite sister…” Arya laughs at the scowl on Sansa’s face. “Have you really looked at him? I mean since Bran blew up his world...since he ended things with her.”

“I’ve been busy, but yes. I am seeing the same thing you are,” Sansa admits, knowing that Jon is miserable. “Arya, you should talk to Jon. And alone, he bit my head when I asked him about Daenerys. Don’t forget, it is more than just the incest issue. I think he is very upset that father is not actually his…”

“Sansa, father adored Jon. No matter what, he will always be Jon’s father too. In every way that matters,” Arya insists but agrees, she plans to ask Jon the hard questions. No matter how much he wants to avoid it.

+++o+++

Arya spars with Brienne in the courtyard after breakfast, both are testing out their new swords. Gendry worked throughout the night to finish both Arya and Brienne’s dragonglass weapons. Arya had mentioned that training with Brienne was able to challenge her the best.

Gendry immediately met with both women to gather specifications he needed to make their new swords.

Arya’s cheeks flush with warmth remembering the time she has spent with him, since just finding out he was alive just the day before.

“Arya, do you need a break? You look flushed,” Brienne chastised, a touch of humor in her voice.

Arya is about to push back when she notices Jon across the courtyard, he is speaking with a few of the Northern Lords. Even from a distance she can see his body language, he looks tired and put out. The dark circles under his eyes and preoccupation makes him looks year older than he is.

“I need to speak with Jon, do you mind if we regroup after?” Arya asks, smiling as Brienne agrees and turns to Podrick for his turn to spar.

Arya approaches quietly, Jon is speaking to the Lords to go over the weapon types that are being wielded with dragonglass. There is a dispute on whether the Lords should just pick weapon types or ask their men for their preference.

Arya leans against a wall, observing all those around her. The courtyard is full, Winterfell has had even more arrivals today. As the army of the undead approaches, the most northern houses have begun migrating their people to Winterfell.

The hope is that it will just be as an unnecessary precaution.

Arya notices a small group of maidens standing on the opposite side of Jon’s group. They are watching Jon’s every move and giggling. At first Arya assumed it was the many young men sparing throughout the courtyard that were drawing the group’s attention, but after a moment it became obvious that it was mainly Jon that has captured their fancy.

Arya notices a young woman in purple cloak, she sticks out from the rest. She seems very confident, and calm. Arya can also admit that her beauty allows her to stand out more than the rest, numerous men are stealing glances at her. She is quite the northern beauty. Arya has no idea who she is, nor has she ever seen her before.

Arya can also clearly see that this young woman only has eyes for Jon.

+++o+++

Arya approaches Jon as his conversation ends, he is staring intently at the fresh snow on the ground.

“Jon, do you have a minute? Is everything okay?” Arya asks quietly.

“Of course, Arya. I just looking at the snow…we must have gotten a snow fall last night,” Jon mumbles painfully. His mind has been remembering his conversation with Dany from the boat. He misses her so much. Every turn he makes, he is faced with painful memories of things they have talked about, moments together and now broken promises he has made.

“Yes, the season of winter does sometimes result in the falling of snow, brother,” Arya smiles, hoping to get a smile from. It doesn’t come.

“Is everything okay, Arya? Did Gendry finish your new sword?” Jon asks worriedly. He has witnessed how incredibly skilled his little sister now is, but the thought of her facing off with the undead army makes his blood run cold.

“Oh, yeah. Yes, Gendry did an amazing job. Look, Jon. I really wanted to talk to you about Daenerys-” Arya begins.

“No,” Jon snaps, cutting Arya off. “There is nothing to talk about. Leave it alone, Arya. Please.”

Arya places her hand on his arm, “Jon, if not me…who can you talk to you about her? Let’s not pretend that you aren’t in pain, that you don’t have strong feelings for her.”

Jon moves a step away, so that her hand drops to her side. “There is nothing to discuss, Arya. Dany and I are now over…and in case you missed the obvious, she detests me. It’s too late. I am asking you to leave it alone.” He finishes, then turning away from his sister before letting her respond.

Arya frowns, unsure of what to say. She doesn’t know the dragon queen well enough to dispute Jon’s assessment.

“I have to go, I’ll see you at lunch,” Jon gives Arya a quick nod before walking away.

+++o+++

“And there goes another one, this is painful to watch,” Arya snickers quietly in Sansa’s ear.

The sisters are watching as numerous maidens miserably attempt to flirt with the great King Jon. The comical part being the fact that Jon is completely oblivious to their advances.

“Why would Jon notice anything, he hasn’t torn his eyes away from Daenerys even once since lunch started. It’s almost pathetic,” Sansa says equally as quietly, hoping that no one overhears her. “How did your talk go?”

“Not well,” Arya answers and frowns. As Jon told her that he has no hope with the dragon queen, she seems to be the only thing on his mind. All he does is stare at her and brood.

Arya notices the beautiful young maiden from the courtyard again, she is sitting close to Jon but has not made any attempts to flirt with him. She is discreet and dignified, but Arya still sees the way she watches Jon carefully out of the corner of her eye. She seems to be waiting for the possibility that Jon will notice her great beauty and pay attention to her. Ready to speak to him, but holding back on initiating.

Watching Daenerys Targaryen throughout the meal has also provided insightful. The young queen has not looked in Jon’s general direction even one time. In fact she has been very careful to never look at any of the Starks, Davos or Sam. She seems to be avoiding anyone that has anything to do with Jon. Arya wonders if she has any clue that Jon is basically watching her every move. Arya also wonders if she would even care

Arya reminds herself that Jon ended things between them, fighting her first inclination is to despise the queen for her role in his current unhappiness

“Jon didn’t want to talk about it, he is adamant they are over,” Arya answers Sansa, her mind deciding it is time she investigate more.

It is time to become no one.

+++o+++

Wanting to blend into the background, Arya choose the face of a plain, older woman. She wore clothes that made her appear to be one of the many servants. With so many additional people at Winterfell, Sansa has been utilizing staff from other houses. No one will find her disguise to be out of place.

Gendry and Davos arrived to the dining hall as lunch was ending, which could not have worked better for Arya. She knew they would be staying late in order to eat and then she could be part of the clean-up staff without them noticing her.

Arya walks over to the men, pretending to be deaf as she motions for them to lift their feet while she rudely sweeps under the table where they are eating. Davos and Gendry do as told before continuing with their conversation. Arya listens quietly while cleaning, pretending to not even notice them.

Davos sighs. “That boy has not even so much as looked at a woman in years. The queen opened his heart to love again. It’s quite tragic how things have played out. Of all of the women in the world, to fall in love with someone that is his blood.”

“I want to feel bad for him, but I really don’t. He has a beautiful queen, that is madly in love with him…and he just dropped her,” Gendry rolls his eyes before continuing. “It seems rather foolish to me. Love is worth fighting for, no matter what!”

Arya is glad she is wearing a mask, she feels her cheeks flush at Gendry’s words about love. She makes sure to be looking in the opposite direction, not wanting to see Gendry’s face. She does look forward to finding him before dinner this evening, they agreed to meet in the courtyard to spend time together.

“Look at you, one day in the presence of Lady Arya Stark and you’re suddenly a bloody love-poet!” Davos laughs wholeheartedly before directing the conversation back to Jon. “The truth is no one can force Jon to accept who and what he is. Just as no one could ever force the dragon queen to forgive the king if he ever tried to win her back…”

Arya cringes, Davos appears to have the same concerns she has. Daenerys was furious and hurt by Jon…but now she seems to be completely done with him.

They say the opposite of love is not hate, instead the opposite of love is complete indifference.

Which is where Queen Daenerys seems to be now.

“No way, Davos. That queen loves him dearly. She risked her life and her dragons to save him. Yes, there were others that needed saving…but her face when it was believed Jon had died beyond the wall. I couldn’t even look at her, I felt so bad for her suffering,” Gendry reminded Davos with confidence.

“Aye, you bring up a good point, son. Eh, speak of the devil…there is our king now. We should best stop gossiping like old women before he hears us. Be ready to give Jon an update on the dragonglass,” Davos says while shoving a large spoon of stew into his mouth.

Arya resumes sweeping, as she turns her back from the men. She has yet to be around Jon when wearing a face. She doesn’t want to risk him recognizing her.

Jon storms over, his face is pulled into a tight frown.

“Davos, I was just informed that the queen has left Winterfell! How did this happen without my approval?!” Jon barks.

“Your grace…my understanding is that Queen Daenerys would only be leaving for the day in order to visit her armies. She isn’t leaving for good…is she?” Davos says, sounding concerned.

“Well no, of course not. She wouldn’t do that. But she will be gone all day, and I would have expected to have been apprised ahead of time. I am king of the North, I should know when the queen is going out on daily excursions!” Jon spits.

“Forgive me, your grace. But did you think the queen would have wanted you to join her?” Davos pushes back. Davos knows he is bringing up a sore subject for his king. But he also knows that if Jon is going to have any chance to fix his love life, he needs to move quickly. That’s if it’s not already too late.

“Obviously not,” Jon snaps, frowning at the question. Even Arya knows that Daenerys would not have wanted his company, she can’t even bear to look at Jon right now. She can only guess how dejected that point made him feel.

“I am the King, and I just feel it is my responsibility to make sure she remains safe while here, in my home. That is all,” Jon says before turning to leave.

“Understood, I will keep that in mind moving forward,” Davos agrees.

Jon nods in thanks and begins to walk away.

“Oh, Tyrion has been asking. Any word from the south? We are still waiting for Cersei’s armies to arrive,” Jon questions the men.

“No, I will follow up with Varys. He is always in the know,” Davos says.

Jon nods again before walking out of the dining hall.

Arya sighs as she resumes her sweeping. She is worried both Jon and Daenerys are too damned stubborn to ever make up. Even if they do really love each other.

++o++ ++o++ ++o++

Jon finishes his plated dinner, he is eating alone in his private study this evening. Being so despondent he decided to dine alone so he could concentrate on work. Daenerys and her small travel party would not be back in time for this evening’s feast. Had she been at dinner he would have tortured himself some more, and watched her every move from across the dining hall.

It’s as if I no longer exist in her world. She won’t even look at me.

Another way he has tortured himself all day long was listening to the comments of men around him, all completely enamored with the dragon’s queen and her beauty. Jon has had to turn away from the many men that have stared at her with lust or appreciation since they arrived to Winterfell.

Jon slowly releases the breath he had been holding. He doesn’t know how he will survive when she marries one day, or even just takes a lover. The thought of her in another man’s arms sends a chill down his spine, a dull feeling in his chest.

Jon resumes reading his papers, Sansa has done an amazing job running Winterfell, but the war needs his attention now.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jon recalls his awful night and then day. Miserable is the only word to describe how he feels. He was unable to sleep his first night in Winterfell, anytime he tried to lay down he would think of Dany. He missed holding her in his arms, he missed being able to love her completely.

And when he wasn’t thinking about Dany, he was agonizing over the fact that Ned Stark was his uncle, and not his father.

So Ned is my uncle, the same way that Daenerys is my aunt.

Groaning Jon dives back into his work. There is so much to be done. Pouring over maps, weapon counts, numbers of men, many hours go by. Jon fights to concentrate on what is needed, worrying about the things that have gone wrong are not going to save his people from the white walkers.

Jon doesn’t even know if he will live past this war, he could easily die. It dawns on him that he can’t imagine a world in which Daenerys isn’t alive. He is so torn about his feelings. There is still a large part of him that wishes he had just waited before bluntly ending things with her. He wishes he had taken the time to think things through.

Fuck, he loves her. He knows he does still. He never doubted for a moment that he would always love her.

He loves her with every part of him that is.

Jon wishes he had never learned the truth from Bran and Sam. None of it.

What he hates most of all, is that Ned is not his father. The biggest part of his identity came from being Ned Stark’s son. Jon feels a pang in his heart. He had been concentrating so much on the incest with Dany, and then losing her…that he hadn’t concentrated on what it meant to not be Ned’s son. Even his own siblings…are really his cousins.

Jon thinks about his childhood at Winterfell. How Catelyn hated him with such a passion. Jon knows that Ned and his wife had a great love between them…why couldn’t Ned have just trusted his own wife to know the truth about him? Surely she loved her husband enough to join him in protecting Jon. It was her deep envy of the unknown, of how Ned had come to father a bastard, that drove her to such hate. How could Ned not have trusted his own wife that way? A wife that he loved so dearly.

Should Dany trust you now? Look at how you are treating her…

Jon is startled at the revelation his mind made. He realizes that he had been thinking of Dany as his wife, thinking of a marriage with Dany. He wanted to marry her, to have forever with her.

Jon feels completely off kilter, he fears he has ruined everything.

Placing his head in his hands while resting his elbows on his desk, Jon tries to think things through. He doesn’t know if Dany still cares about him, or if he even will have a chance to talk to her again. She wants nothing to do with him. He is lost in thought, wishing he could turn back time to the previous day.

“Your Grace?” a woman’s soft voice rings through his office.

Jon is startled, his eyes snapping up to search the room. He sees a young woman standing a couple of feet away from his desk. After deciding she is no danger, he doesn’t look at her closely. The truth of the matter is he just wants to be alone with his thoughts.

“You startled me,” Jon says. “Why are you here?”

“My apologies, your grace, I was asked to check if you needed anything,” the young maiden purrs softly.

Jon slowly releases a breath to control his emotions. He just wants to be alone but he also doesn’t want to be rude to this woman, one of his subjects. He is still king after all. “I am fine. If you have the time, the plates from my finished dinner can be cleared.”

“Of course, your grace, but maybe later. I am actually here to see is I can assist you in another manner. To relieve your stress,” the young maiden say confidently, stepping closer to Jon as he still sits at his desk.

Jon’s eyes snap up to meet hers, seeing her for the first time. Jon cannot deny that she is very beautiful, she appears to be about his age. He gulps, momentarily wondering if he is reading too much into her words.

“My family joined your travel party the last leg to Winterfell,” the young woman says softly. Jon then studies her, he remembers the trip and he doesn’t recall seeing her before. The only family that joined their travel party was the Karstarks.

“I actually looked for you the night before we arrived, in your tent…it was empty,” she finishes with a small smirk on her face. “I was hoping you could help keep me warm.”

Moving to the front of the desk, the young beauty is now very close to a sitting Jon. She unties the top of her cloak, baring her voluptuous breasts and leaning back seductively against the desk. Her cloak now having fallen around her waist.

She places her hand to Jon’s cheek and speaks provocatively. “I have desired you for so long my King, and now that we face such eminent danger I want tonight to please you.”

Jon tries to control his scowl, “Desired me? For so long you say? Who are you?” He places his hand over hers.

The maiden keeps her smile firm, “I am Tila of house Karstark. A distant cousin of Alys, Lady of Karhold. I was in Winterfell the day you became King.”

There it is, Jon thinks. It does not escape his attention that this woman probably would have never wanted him as just a bastard.

“Is that the day you speak of, when you say you began to desire me?” Jon asks emotionlessly as he removes her hand from his face.

Tila’s voice falters as she is perplexed by his change in tone and actions. She answers his question honestly, she does lust for him. “Yes, you were so handsome and…”

“And I became The King, no longer the bastard of Winterfell. Isn’t that the most important detail you are leaving out?” Jon interrupts her. He then stands at his desk putting distance between the two.

Tila blushes, her robe still at her waist. She is a very beautiful woman, she is not used to such a cold rejection from a virile man. She is speechless.

“We are done here,” Jon says while trudging to the door of his study and as he is about to open it, he turns to her, seeing that she is still exposed. A look of shock on her pretty face. “My lady, you need to cover yourself up and leave.”

Dejected, Tila pulls up her robe roughly. Realizing a moment of passion with the young king was not going to happen, and she is very disappointed.

Walking towards him with her robe back on her shoulders, but not tied, Jon can see her large breast and that she is not wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. Her eyes meet his, still inviting him to take her. Her eyes are dark with lust and longing. She is a true northern beauty, he will give her that.

Alas, Jon feels no desire for her. She isn’t the woman that he loves. She isn’t the one woman that has made him feel like a man again after so many years.

Jon steps back while pulling open the door to his study, waiting as Tila finally passes. He is just relieved to see her finally go.

As she steps out of his study a loud gasp is heard in the hallway. Jon immediately steps out behind the young woman, his eyes landing on Dany’s stunned face!

Seven hells!

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The ashen one

PROLOGUE

When the age of the ancients ended and the fire was born, three creatures rised and within the flames discovered the lords souls of power, Nito the first of the dead claimed the soul of the death, the witch of Izalith and her daughters of chaos claimed the soul of life and lastly Gwyn the lord of sunlight who claimed the soul of light.

But it is said a fourth soul was later found by the furtive Pygmy, the ancestor of humankind and god of darkness, It is said that he hid the soul away and has passed it down to his ancestors for centuries, tough this we are unsertain of since his story is mostly forgotten by time.

the soul of the three lords challenged the ancients in a war that vanquished the dragons and brought in the golden age of fire. When Seath the scaleless betrayed his own and brought fort the knowledge of dragonscales,the source for immortality.

But the power of the lord souls began to soon fade away as Gwyn's unwillingness to end the age of fire gave birth to the hollows, those that became undead soon became insane and now roam the lands in search for blood and flesh to sate their hunger.

But from the darkest of dungeons an undead rose to ring the bells of awakening and rekindle the flame to prevent the dark age. Many challenges and creatures of horrors would the undead face, the journey was not an easy one as the lords one by one tried to end the undead, but were met with their own ends as a result.

At the end only one lord was left standing, Gwyn. Tough his former glory had been long lost after ages of protecting the flame,he made a worthy battle for the undead, but ultimately had to fall as all the others.

But then the unthinkable happened, the undead consumed by power and bloodlust would not link the flame as the prophecy had told, but instead left it to burn out into ashes and became a dark lord.

And so only darkness remain and with it the wait for the end of the world. This is our fate unless a new undead will rise and rekindle the flame again, thus the prophecy will be completed and the age of darkness will be prevented.

And so a new undead will rise to light the flame, but will it end this long night or prolong it? Only the undead will know.

CHAPTER 1

I woke up, dazed and confused and covered with ash, could my deepest fear be true? Had I rised again as an undead? I pray the gods will be merciful, only in legends from long ago had I hoped they would stay, but nay this fate had now bestowed me. In my deepest despair their came a sound from above my prison cell wich I had woken from, a voice clear as it could be. « are you not yet hollow? Then we are in luck, here grab this key and meet me outside, but be careful there are other undead nearby, altough I fear they may not have their wits about them as you seem to have. There was a sound of metal hitting the floor and I could see clear infront of me a key, I knew not if this voice was friendly or not, but I kew I had no other choice, If I die then maybe this curse will end and I might stay dead.

I picked up the key and tried it on the lock on the door to my cell, It swung open as the key gave away a faint clicking sound. The hallway was dark and empty, but in the far distance I could hear the moans of the undead nearby. In fear of giving my position away I walked with slow and steady steps down the hallway, searching for the voice I had heard in the prison cell when suddenly a ball of fire came rushing down, hitting me with full force and bringing me down to the ground. My journey had only begun and I was already dying. As I lost conciusnes I could hear that voice again from earlier « such a pity, I guess I should have warned you about the traps»

CHAPTER 2

As an undead you will rise and as an undead you will die, but death will never grant you your freedom, only the madness and bloodlust that follows truly will.

I awoke from my slumber with the feeling of death on my mind, I could literally taste it in my mouth at the tip of my tongue, but death had not grasped me, I was again alive, how could this be? I faintly remembered being struck by a barell in flames just a few moments ago. What I saw around me reminded me of a camp, what I saw were ruins made of stone and in the midle on the ground was a sword engulfed in flames, as I moved towards it, a familiar voice I had heard before came from my left side. « hello there my friend» As I turned around I could see where that voice came from, it was a knight or what was left of one, cause the knight was not as heroic or muscular as one would imagine, but instead a broken man, a knight that had fallen from grace long ago, I did not believe he could lift a sword into battle even if he wanted to, those days was long past him.

« dont you worry, first time you awake from death is always the strangest, but it wont be the first time I promise you that, just look at it as waking up from a bad dream, a bad dream indeed»

« I believe we have not yet been introduced to each other, oh how silly of me, my name is Eon, former knight and protector of Gwynewere the princess of sunlight, you may not have heard of me, I can't really blame you, I was overtroned by Ornstein and Smough, but I can't be mad, why should I? To be overtroned by such honored knights should be an honor to me, but yet I feel nothing. It may be the curse slowly creeping in,it does take us all in the end, it always does, but you may wonder why did I rescue you from that prison cell, why are you an undead? So many questions and so little time, time you really dont have, unless the tought of being a bloodthirsty hollow interests you, then by all means just wait it out or you could maybe do something for me, after all why not use the time you have on something useful while your mind is still strong.?

Confused by this knight that went by the name of Eon I struggled to decide if he spoke of reason or was simply mad, insane or both. Yet I only asked « why me?»

Eon laughed heartidly before he replied. « If not you then who else? Do you think I am in any shape to take on any adventure? Those days are sadly behind me, short it may have been, maybe not even worth bragging about.....werry well you do as you wish, but should the wait for the curse to settle in be to tiresome, then consider ringing two bells. The first one lies high up on a tower beyond the undead parish, the other one deep below the labyrinth of Blighttown, but be ware I hear it is particularly poisonous this time of the year wich if im completely honest cant even remember, strange isnt it...to forget both time and place, a strange feeling indeed...now be on your way and maybe our paths may meet again.»

And in a flash of light and smoke he was gone. Two bells, why did it sound so familiar? Like a tale I had been told long ago. I could not be sure if the knight had spoken the truth, but I had a feeling that ringing the bells would only be the beginning of my adventure.

Two bells of awekening needs to chime for only then the undeads fate in this world will be known.

CHAPTER 3

I needed a weapon, a sword, an axe or anything in between, going out in the fields without anything would just leed to another death and the feeling of waking up again with the smell and taste of death was something I would not want to experience again, but what Eon had said about waking up from the dead would be common in time, I still wondered if it could be true, by the gods I hoped not.

In my search for a weapon fit enough to atleast bash some skulls I came upon what looked like to once have been a forge, there was steel hammers, iron and coul scattered around a big muscular body that once must have been the blacksmith that owned this forge. He could not make me a weapon anymore I am sad to say, but among the rubble of stones and bones I did find a usable steel sword, a brown cloak and an iron shield, luck was with me it would seem.

I had not travelled far until I met my first victim. An undead was standing around the corner, spitting and making gargly sounds. I moved slowly behind it, making sure it did not hear me. When I stood directly behind the undeads back I trhust my sword trough it, It happened naturally and I never gave it much tought, as an untrained man of combat I found the common feeling of the killing to be strange, but did I have any sympethy for the undead? I can not say I did, the beast was once human, true, but as an undead was it still to be considered human or not?

The dead body fell on the ground, smuldering into ashes and with it came a glow of light surrounding my hand before it vanished. What kind of black magic was this? I wondered in my solitude that was suddenly broken from a voice from above, with the sunlight in my eyes I could faintly see what in my mind resembled a woman, She wore a heavy armor, a greatsword on her back, but no helmet, her black raven hair was flowing free in the light wind.

« Well met friend, I see you are experiencing the souls power for the first time, dont worry, it will make you stronger and you are gonna need it, there is a giant beast in that castle not far from here, I guess you are seeking to ring the bells, you will have to slay the beast in order to move on, I wish you luck.»

I called for her as she dissapeared wanting to know what kind of beast she was talking about, but to also ask who she was and why she could not come with me. The castle was not far away and with steady and firm steps I moved forward to face the beast I had to kill.

The entrance door was big, really big, shattered and broken, so the way in would not be something I had to figure out since there was a big crack I could shimmy my way trough. Well inside I was met with a big empty room, the air was tick and only the faint sound of some crows resting on the beam high above could be heard. Then there was a loud crash as the beast I had been told about crashed its bottom on the ground infront of me. It was a hideous beast, fat and covered with loose skin and scars. On its back were wings so small that they could have been on a fairy, like those I was told about when I was a young kid.

In its solid and muscular arms it was carrying a big hammer and as my eyes adjusted and took in the huge beast's presence it swung the hammer sideways, hitting me with great force, the air went out of me as I hit the ground. Weak and beaten I got up, holding my sword in my shivering and sweaty hands, waiting for the next attack.

The swing came hard and low as I managed to jump away, This gave me a free path to the beast's legs, I took my advantage without thinking, stabbing my sword in the heel of one of the legs, bringing it down to its knees. I climbed up its back and with great power and strenght managed to stick my blade into the beast's head. With a growl it fell down with a loud bang and stayed still.

I had been lucky, there were no other explenation for why I had survived, the beast crumbled away in ash and just as the undead from before, gave away a light that dissapeared in my hand. Oddly enough I felt stronger, I was no longer tired from the battle,it felt like it had never happened.

« Good work my friend» a voice said. I searched the room to find the source of that voice and was met with the presence of Eon. « You are the first one to kill the beast in one try, normally other ashen ones I have seen dies atleast three times before they slay it, but we have no time to celebrate, the first bell awaits»

he was gone in a flash of smoke and left me wondering why he named me an ashen one and that he mentioned other ones before me. I was eager for answers and moved up the tower were the first bell was waiting, I moved the mecanism and it rang loud and clear, but when the sound began to fade I was still just as confused as I had been before.

CHAPTER 4

Ding dong the bell will ring, but will it bring a new beginning or an even bitter end?

The air was still, everything was quiet and my body was as tense as it could be. I waited for the answers I had been seeking, but none came. I could not be dissapointed, altough the gods know how much I wanted to be. This was after all just the first bell, but there was another one waiting deep below the swamps and I had a feeling the path to that bell would not be as easy as this one.

With heavy steps I moved down the stairs and out of the castle, I was wondering about where to go next, when my eyes lay opon the woman I had met earlier. She was standing against a pillar, arms crossed, her eyes were shining with a clear blue color,something I found unusual considering that everything else I had seen so far was either dead or undead. This woman was none of that, she was the most beatiful thing I had seen.

« We meet again friend, You fought well and now the first bell has been rung. I wanted to congratulate you and I wish we could celebrate, but that would be impossible, Nor do I have any drinks and nor do we have any time to drink it if I by some coincidence did have some.»

She gave away a faint smile, I admired her, to be so positive in a dead world as this. How did she do it? How could anyone do it?

« Who are you? The first words I had uttered to anyone, came out like a whisper, I was even shocked to hear my own voice, since it was normally heard in my own mind.

« I am Evelyn. A fellow undead as you,we share the same path, but as you seek to either link or burn out the flame, my path is far more personal. My brother once was an undead like us, he too was destined to find the flame, he came so close only to find it and then just dissapear, I am here to find out what happened, to get a closure and maybe even find peace.»

« Then....would you join me?» I asked

« Im afraid not, but please do not despair, I will still help as best I can, but the journey must be yours alone, its hard to explain, but that is the way it has always been, Many chosen undead's have linked the flame for centuries,but everytime the dark age returns and a new undead is chosen.»

« but, why Link the flame If it is only to prolong the inevitable?» I asked.

Evelyn got quiet, deep in tough it seemed before she answered

« I have never tought about it that way. You may be right, but why then have you ringed the bell and why do you still continue? You could just stop and let the curse take you. Im afraid that is a choice for you to take, my path is set and I know why I am here.»

I was unsure, conflicted with my mind, but she was right why did I continue, was there something else I did not see? Or was it as hopeless as I had tought?

« what ever you decide to do, decide quickly. I do hope our path meets again, it is not everyday you meet an undead, still willing to talk and even ask questions about their meaning in this world, so long.»

And with that we parted ways. I considered turning back and forget everything, leave this quest behind, but why stop now when I had already started and the power I felt was good. I had never felt so strong before, was this the curse or was I going mad? If I stopped now there was a chance I would never find out.

And then my journey led me to the swamps and the horrors within, many a death I was faced with, but each time,I woke up near a campfire made by a sword, but strange as that was with each death I got weaker, but when I got back to what had killed me I found to my suprise a glowing light, not like the ones from before, this one was bigger and when it dissapeared in my hand I again felt stronger, much stronger than before, I was now convinced that this had to be the curse and that maybe my quest was somehow linked to lift it. Altough I had few answers one thing became painfully clear. what Eon had said about death becomming common was indeed true.

CHAPTER 5

No man can claim to have been truly afraid until he have seen death in the eye and survived. If that was true then I was the bravest man in this land, but the feeling of fear never came to me, for with each death I suffered and the stronger I got with each creature I killed, my feelings and memories slowly faded. It was like my essence of humanity slowly got erased from my mind. It is a terrefying feeling and even more terrefying, I started to forget the simple things, wich day was it? Had I eaten or not and what was my name? Why had this happened to me? Why did I have to be the chosen one?

The more I ventured into the depths, the more unhuman I became, my killings became quicker and easier, and my lust for blood was now instead becomming a lust for power, a power I did not know,but a power I wanted and needed desperately. When I reached the depths beyond the swamp full of poison, gigantic crabs and rats, only darkness surrounded me. It was clear that no one either dead, undead or alive had been here for a long time.

Suddenly in the distance there came a faint light, much like those I wanted. I moved closer, sword in hand and ready to kill when I met the eyes of a small and naked little creature. It was hairless and skinny. It looked at me with a look not of fear, but of sadness, it was like it knew it was beaten and just waited for me to give it the killing blow. My hearth sinks when I write this, but blind with lust for the light the creature held I slayed it without thinking and claimed the power it had protected.

But it was something different with this one, It made me not stronger, but weaker or dare I say normal. I felt cold and hurt from all my wounds and to my horror I could now for the first time see I was bleeding, something I never had felt or seen in my battles so far. But the time for wondering was soon disrupted by cryes from the undead as the whole place got swarmed with them. I raised my sword, but it felt heavier than usual, I started killing them as they rushed towards me, but their numbers soon overcame me and I was knocked out.

« are you alright my friend? Came a voice that made me wake up. I was alive, but it did not feel like I had died, stranngely it felt like I had woken from a dream and not a bad one. Had I been sleeping?

« Take it easy, you have been out for the last hour, when I found you, you were bleeding and uncouncius, I dragged you to the nearest bonfire and just waited for you to wake up.»

My wounds made me feel sour, but as I lay my eyes upon my savoir I saw the woman I admired, It was Evelyn.

« thank you» I managed to say trough my bloodied jaw.

She moved beside me, took a good and curious look at me before she asked « why are you not undead anymore? You look alive.»

I told her about the creature I had killed, about how greedy for power I was and how I could feel everything now, even my feelings for her wich I did not dare tell for fear of what she might say. She listened patiently to every word I said and when I finished, the silence lasted a long while, It was strange, I felt safe and at peace.

« Can you feel it too?» I asked.

She looked at me with a disturbed look, « feel what? I can't feel anything»

« Do you not feel the peace, the warmt from the fire?»

« as I said I can't feel anything, it is strange that you have all these feelings all of a sudden, whatever that creature you killed protected it was not a normal soul, it must have been far more powerful.»

I dont know why, but the more we talked the more I wanted to be with her, I did not want to be alone again, I was tired from it, but if she truly could not feel anything, did that mean she could not feel love?

« Can you tell me more about your brother?» I asked

« I cant remember much sadly, but he was kind and wise.»

« do you love him?» I asked

I could see she got uncomfortable as she fikled with her hands and starting poking the fire with a stick.

« I dont know, should I? Love, that's something I can't remember if I have ever felt.

Saddened by this answer I decided not to ask her anymore questions, It was clear the undead curse was taking its toll on her. I wanted to do something, but what could I do?

« I should get going, the bell is not far from here.»

She stood up and was about to leave when I shouted « wait!»

She turned around and looked at me

« I will find a cure you know, I can maybe save us both.» I wanted to believe it, but her answer made things painfully clear.

« dont give promises you may not be able to keep.»

She was right, how could I know if there was a cure or not?

« before you leave, do you remember the name of your brother?» I asked

« that is strangely the only one clear thing I can remember of him. His name is Eon.»

She left and I could not get that name out of my mind. Where had I heard it before?

CHAPTER 6

The second bell chimed clear and loud. I felt accomplished and proud to have come so far, but my answers was still not in sight. I began questioning my meaning here yet again, but not as much as before. For I understood better now than ever with this new power I had obtained that my quest was not simply to save the world, but maybe save myself and those that was still alive. I wanted to lift the curse, I wanted to help and I wanted to be with Evelyn. Every tought I had about her made me feel both warm and sad, why did the curse have to take her aswell? Was there no one that was spared?

I came upon a cliffside and my path seemed to end at first untill with a scream like a thousand dead souls there infront me was the biggest crow I had ever seen. It swiftly came down and grabbed me with its claws, I tought my end was near for good this time, but when it dropped me on a long stairwell leading up to a castle I was both relieved to be alive and amazed by the arcithecture and scope of the building.

This must have been the old castle of a once great king, but all I saw now was the remains of a fallen glory, nearly destroyed and covered with death and sorrow. As I entered the halls, no guards was there to stop me, no festivities or royalties of any kind, all I saw was skeletons of once great soldiers, One was big and one was skinny. The big one lay beside a great hammer and the other a greatsword was stabbed in its back. What could have killed them I wondered as there was no marks or cuts to be seen, It simply looked like they were both in a deep sleep.

I entered another big door and what I saw was both majestic and different from everything else I had seen. On a big couch there lay a woman. She had a beautiful white dress and a Tiara on her head. She looked at me with a calm and reassuring smile as I knelt before her, knowing that this must be the queen of this castle, but why rule a castle were there were no one to command?

« Rise, ashen one, it has been centuries since I last saw one of your kind, but you look different then any other that has come before you. Are you alive? How can this be? If not the gods of darkness has granted you the soul of humankind?

« I....dont know what you are talking about your majesty.»

« It is strange indeed, but you would not have come this far if the gods did not have a bigger plan for you, one I myself cant answer im afraid, but I will tell you what I know, but first an introduction is at place, my name is Gwynewere, princess of sunlight and ruler of Anor Londo, this castle you now are in, what is your name oh chosen one?»

« my name is Adolin your majesty» I did not know how I remembered my name, but I did.

« greetings Adolin, you may speak your mind freely»

I kept kneeling, not knowing if that was the righ thing to do or not, but asked her my questions:

« I want to know if I can lift this undead curse and what my true purpose in this world is»

« You are not the first one to ask me this Adolin, but I can only tell you what I have told those before you. You are an chosen undead, your destiny is to link the flame and prevent the dark ages return. You must ultimately succeed our lord Gwyn and avert further undead sacrifices, It is your duty in fact and all the other chosen undeads that have come before you has fulfilled that duty with great success, but the dark age always returns no matter what, It is an evil dark cycle, but what else can we do but the same thing we have done for centuries? I do not know if this will lift the curse you are talking about, since no one has been conserned or even asked about such a curse, I hope this answers some of your questions.»

It did answer some, but I was still confused and dissapointed that the princess did not have any answer for the curse and I began to fear that I was doomed.

« Your majesty, If what you say is true, then how can you be alive? Are you an undead aswell, does the curse affect you?»

« I am just an illusion of what I used to be. I am indead dead, but no curse have ever affected me. You see me only because you are the chosen one, I can only guide those that are chosen undeads. You may not get all your questions answered,but the duty is yours to fulfill none the less. I will send you to the kiln of the first flame and there you will have to face your greatest choice,

but that is a choice only you can make. Normally you would have to seek out the souls of the chaos lords, but as I see you are no ordinary undead and equipped with the soul of humankind, things have changed.»

I bowed deep, showing my gratitude for the answers as she spoke again: «I beg you Adolin, succeed lord Gwyn, and inheriteth the worlds fire. We have only thee.»

As she spoke those words a circle of light surrounded my feets and in the next moment I stood infront of the entrance of a great tower or atleast what was left of it, the structures were beyond repair and the roof had collapsed, but from that roof it came a faint beam of light, it had to be the flame. I was about to enter the entrance and was ready to face the ultimate choice, when I saw to my right, under a rock an armor I recognised. I moved closer, lifted the rock away and was met with the face of the woman I loved.

CHAPTER 7

« Evelyn! Please wake up, dont leave me!» I screamed , holding her lifeless body in my arms. Tears were falling down my face, I could not let her die, she could not die. Not now when I was so close to end it all.

A sudden gasp came from her and in joy I was relieved to see her alive, but that joy soon got crushed as I in horror could see that the woman I loved had become hollow. She waved uncontrollably with her arms as I tried to calm her to no avail. Her eyes met mine and they were no longer a sight of beauty, but a sight of true hate and bloodlust.

I would not belive it, This could not be reality, but the more I sat there, fighting for control, the more I realised that she was now just an another creature like all the others I had killed. I managed to grab her dagger from her belt and as my hearth broke in true sadness I slit her troath. I could not see her like this, but I took solitude in knowing that her soul would be a part of me as she crumbled away in my hands until only her ashes remained.

My quest was nearly complete, but why should I even complete it now? Evelyn, I realised, had been the true reason for why I had pushed forward despite my doubtness. I wanted to save her and myself, but mostly her. I wished I had told her my feelings for her, now it was too late and my quest seemed pointless to finish, but I could not fail the princess, I could not fail the human kind, I was destined to save them. In the end I really had no other choice.

As I entered the entrance to the tower I could see the flame burning faintly. I had decided to sacrifice myself so that others could live, my life was pointless anyway, This had been my purpose all along, to die for the human kind. As I was about to complete the task a figure emarged from the shadows and it was then I remembered the name of the one Evelyn had searched for, her long lost brother Eon.

« So here you are my friend, You finally are at your journeys end. Now tell me, what will you do? Will you sacrifice yourself and prevent the dark age, despite that it will no matter what return? Or will you just walk away and become a dark lord and rule this werry land? A land that is only inhabited by death and tragedy? It is a hopeless choice no matter what isnt it? I made my choice long ago, I became a dark lord, because why would I leave such power behind? Why save a world that cannot be saved either way?

« Eon, the power has consumed you, you are a ruler of nothing as you say, so why then are you still here? Why do you prevent the chosen ones to succeed, why did you even free me from my cell?

« I am a ruler of death, that is clear, but the power I have I cannot erase, I am nothing without it and the reason for me freeing you was simply to have another worthy opponent, You really think I helped you all this way to succeed, no, I helped you to get so far only so that I could kill you for sport, but now as I can see you have regained your humanity I will give you an offer. Join me and we can rule together, we will create a new world, the way we want it to be. Why save the humankind the old way as it is clearly not helping? The world needs to change, the rules need to change, the old ways must be changed»

« I dont believe you Eon, with a dark lord as a leader you would surely bring the humankind to its knees just for your amusement and lust for power»

« You fool! Have you not heard anything of what I have told you? Dont you see I am trying to save the humankind? Just as you are seeking to do aswell? We have the same goal, I am just offering another way. You cannot be as blind as I think you are.»

« I am sorry Eon, but I cannot join you. I will not rule a world just for power, my way may not prevent the dark age forever, but atleast then the humankind will not be forced into a leadership they may not want. And when the time comes for a new chosen undead to take this journey It will have to make the same choise as me, as everyone that has walked this path. The human race should be able to choose and handle on their own terms.»

« Then why may I ask you does the human race let it be up to only one chosen undead, why could not all choose?

« Because Eon, they have no choice and how can you know for sure that what you are offering will prevent the dark age for ever? Maybe there are no better ways here.

« then why should it matter what you choose to do oh chosen one? Why not take a chance?

I lowered my head, knowing it was pointless, my quest was pointless, this world was doomed no matter what, but would I give it away to a corrupt leader like Eon?

I raised my sword in a fighting stance as I said: « then we should fight for it, it is clear we can not come to an agreement and a world with two leaders both corrupted with power can only lead to even a longer tragic period and with even more innocent lives going to waste.»

« By the gods you are indeed blind, the power is destroying you aswell, you may be right that the world is doomed no matter what, but I cannot be sure untill I have tried my way. I will make your death swift, no one has beaten me in combat and you will not be the one to finish the job»

Eon raised his sword from his scabbard and raised it high in a glorius stance as it became engulfed in flames. His eyes returned to me, his look gave me a cold sweat and as our swords clashed with each other, flames and sparks flew all around us, burning our clothes and skins, but as I tried to avoid the heat, it never seemed to bother Eon, nor did any of my attacks as he swiftly dodged away every swing I thrust at him. As the battle went on I got more and more tired, I was no longer an invincible undead that could wake up from death after all, I was a human being with flesh and blood and the disadvanteges it came with in a deadly battle. I felt like Eon was a wall that could not be broken, for every planned attack I had he always saw it comming, in fact he was most likely three steps ahead of me as every attempt of getting a hit in resulted in a cut across my arms, legs or chest.

« You are weak oh chosen one, soon you will die and this time you will not wake up, the human soul will be mine and with it my power will become even greater. Atleast maybe in your death you can join my sister. Oh I knew about her quest and how pointless it was, I saw how you looked at her from far away and I knew you had feelings for her, oh how fun it was to see, a love that could never be and all it led to was for you to now be killed by me»

I hated the way he dared to say it like a mocking rhyme, I had tought him evil before, but now he was only cold blooded, Evelyn had sacrificed so much to find him only to never reach him and run out of time as the curse ultimately took her, she died thinking she had failed Eon when the truth was that he never wanted to be found by her in the first place.

« you....you god damn bastard!” I screamed as Hatred consumed me. I hit his sword hard with mine. With every blow he got pushed a little way back and he struggled to get any returning strike on me as my blows got faster and harder each time. With a heavy swing I knocked his sword out of his hand and not wasting my chance I stabbed my sword right trough his chest and left it there,stuck in his body.

He fell on his kness and started coughing up dark blood. « Curse you.....how is this possible? How can a mortal human kill me?» he muttured his words trough blood and a feeling of hate as I picked up his own sword from the ground and moved beside him.

« I tought I could never feel this again, but your sister showed me it was still possible, even in a world as dead as this one»

Eon looked up on me coughing,holding his chest with one hand and steadying himself with the other « What are you talking about? Is the curse finally taking you too? He started laughing as I raised the sword and spoke the last words he would ever hear: « Love conquers all»

And with that I swong the sword in a clear downward strike, leaving his body headless.

CHAPTER 8

The flame is getting fainter now as I am writing these last words. Ever since I killed Eon my purpose here has been in constant conflict. I want to to do the right thing, but after all I have been trough I am starting to wonder if there is no right thing to do, it is hopeless no matter what. At first I wanted to fulfill my duty as I had been told by the princess, but then I started to think about what Eon had told me before our fight, making my choice even harder, damn it all . If only I did not have to do this alone, if only Evelyn could be here.

I will leave my story behind, hiding it under a rock in hope that someone else walking this path may find the answers that I never got. With this I take my farewell and hope my sacrifice will do some good for the world. I am tired of being alone. I hope with my death that I can join my forefathers and the woman that showed me that love still could exist when everything seemed hopeless.

I Collected the notes I had written, hid them under a rock and reached my hand out to the flame. As my body got engulfed and the fire started to burn my flesh I uttered my last words: may death finally free me.

EPILOGUE

And so the prophecy was completed. The dark age had been prevented and again the humankjnd could live in a world without darkness. They could not know how long this would last, but the age of fire was indeed long, so long infact that the fear of the dark age soon faded away from their minds. That was until the story of the chosen undead who claimed the soul of humankind was found.

Trough the notes written long ago the humans understood how this long age of fire had came. It was not an undead who had kindled the flame, but a living human with a beating hearth, thus the prophecy had changed and with it the world.

Baffled by this new wisdom the humans started to send a willing living being to rekindle the flame when the signs of the dark age slowly returned. This worked for a while until their couriusness got the better of them, they started wondering if the age of fire would be even longer if a newborn was sacrificed instead of a living person that had already lived out most of its life.

This angered the mothers and fathers of the world as was expected, since no parent wanted to bring their newborns to the flame.

soon after, a war broke out, not against any gods or beast's, but against those that believed in this new prophecy and those that didn't. This war went on for so long that the humans, blind with fear and hatred could not see the dark ages return before it was too late.

And thus the circle has started again, the world had been saved, but ultimately the human kind could not save it from themselves, the darkness has consumed us all. This is our fate.

But as we now are yet again waiting for the end of the world we are asking ourselves if this could have truly been prevented or if it was always meant to be.

THE END

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The Gift

Summary: Daenerys was told she'd never have children, not until the sun rises in the weest and sets in the east, when the seas run dry and the mountains blow in the winds like leaves. So when she realises she has not bled in three months; all she can do is thank the reason why she is with child.

Rating: Explicit

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11981115

Daenerys hadn't seen Jon since arriving at Winterfell; more over since he found out his true heritage from his brother Bran and loyal friend Sam. It hadn't bothered Daenerys that they were both related; for centuries the Targaryens and Valyrians before her inter-married to keep the magic within them strong; to keep the bond with the Dragons alive. But Jon; he'd become distant; not just from her, from everyone as he tried to process this information. If Daenerys was honest with herself; she was slightly angry at Rhaegar for causing all the pain he had. She couldn't help but feel for both of the woman that fell for him and bore him children.

Lord Tyrion had told her that Jon would eventually come around; he's been told his whole life is a lie and that he's never been a bastard. He has the most sort after lineage in Westerosi history. He was a man of bother fire and ice, and he held such power within him that even Daenerys had been drawn too. Tyrion had confided in her that he was worried she'd be mad and turn on Jon for having a stronger claim than she does but she did not. Instead; she felt a longing, a sensing of loneliness being quelled. She was not the last Targaryen; she had never been. It just supported her idea of having a marriage alliance between them both to secure power and alliances and defeat both Night King and Cersei Lannister together.

As Daenerys sat in the hot bath that was drawn from her in the depth of Winterfell's walls; Missandei was mindlessly playing with her hair. "Greyworm said that he heard some of the young boys speaking of your beauty"

"Which young boys?" Daenerys couldn't help but smile; some of the young men from House Manderley had been following her around entranced and it had made her feel special. As Jon had not been seen by a living human the last few days she didn't mind a little attention where it was otherwise missing. "The Manderleys?"

"No your grace, the Glovers" Missandei brushed Daenerys hair as she bathed in the hot water, her skin being cleared from the heat which would effect others so. Daenerys had to smile at Missandei's words, at least someone was getting something out of this war. Let boys be boys and men be men; for soon no one would have anything.

There was a silence which passed between the two as Missandei continued to brush and wash Daenerys' hair. The heat starting to dissipate slowly. This meant it was time to wash Daenerys' body before she shivered in the water when it got too cold. Missandei swept the cloth across Dany's skin, bits of mud and stuff unknown stuck to her as she had flown Drogon in the early morning. As the small council had not met she took her dragons out for a fly to keep them exercised.

Suddenly Missandei stopped and stared at Daenerys' naked flesh and body. Dany felt uncomfortable as Missandei stared at her breasts and felt her own arms cross her body. Missandei looked up and smiled. "Forgive me, Your Grace, but when did you last bleed?"

"When did I last bleed, whatever makes you ask such a question?" Dany said in shock, a question she had not been asked in a long time.

"Your breasts have grown and your belly looks swollen"

These were the last words she expected to come from Missandei's mouth; words Irri had uttered to her all those years ago when she became with child to Drogo. But the woman had said she could not have children until the sun rose in the the west and sets in the east, when the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. Never. But when she thought on it; she had not bled since before King's Landing; nearing three months since her last bleed. She had not thought about it; for she had been too busy with the war and the threat above the wall.

But sat in the drawn bath she thought about what had happened to her body. She looked down at herself and saw Missandei was right, her breasts had grown slightly and her belly was indeed ever-so slightly swollen with life. Her hand fell to her stomach and pressed it to feel the life inside it, the hope and joy it was to represent. Her womb had quickened and she was with child.

Daenerys was overwhelmed. A child; for her and Jon. This was something she'd dreamed of for longer than the dream of having the Iron Throne. Having that hope taken away from her had drove her to love her Dragon's unconditionally; but to be given a second chance, to be given the opportunity to be a mother... Daenerys felt the tears stream her face as the reality set in. She was thankful, thankful to the old gods for they had blessed their son, Jon Snow with the seed to quicken her womb.

Missandei helped her out of the bathtub. "My queen, are you happy?"

"Yes" She beamed as the tears wouldn't stop. "I never thought I would be given another chance to be a mother to a human; I thought that was over when my dragons were born. But I have been blessed and I've been given the seed to launch a dynasty; for a future worth saving"

Daenerys dressed in her evening clothes and left the bathtubs immediately to find Jon. She needed to tell him first; it would not be right to tell others before and risk him alienating himself from her further. She knew his feelings on fathering a bastard after all the years he suffered, even if it was for nothing. Daenerys wanted nothing more now than to marry him to secure their alliance and their reign over the kingdom. They had something to be together for; and no child of Daenerys was going to grow up in a world where the dead roamed and the Lannisters were in power. Missandei let her be as she roamed the castle by herself and looked for her King.

She saw Lady Arya in her quest to find Jon; she said she'd seen him in the Godswood a few hours back; praying to the old gods for an answer. Daenerys had just bowed her head and continued on her search. She saw Brandon but thought better than to seek his council, for he probably already knew of her pregnancy and may be able to even see whether she had it in the future; he was a strange creature. She crossed paths with Lady Sansa and Ser Davos who had pointed her in the direction of his chambers in which they'd just seen Ghost wander towards. She should've checked their first but she had not found him in their earlier in the day. He had very much wanted to be alone.

As her shoes could be heard walking across the stone floors of the Winterfell halls she was suddenly filled with dread; what if he wants nothing to do with me, or the baby. What if he's not comfortable to be with me since he's my relative. All these thoughts flashed across her mind before the Targaryen in her told her she was being stupid and that Jon would come round to both his lineage and his role in her womb being quickened.

She came to his chambers, the guards at the end of his halls nodding as they let her by. She stood for a full ten minutes, her hand raised as if she wanted to knock but not being able to actually connect her hand with the wood of the door. You're being stupid, she rationalised in her mind. And so, with a quick curse to herself, she knocked and waited.

Nothing.

She knew he was in there as the guards at the end of the hall were patrolling. And she knew he wasn't in that much of a mood as otherwise he'd have said no one, including her, would be able to knock on the door. So she knocked again and waited some more. It wasn't until a full two or three minutes after that she heard the shuffling of feet and the bolts on the door being unlocked. As the heavy duty door swung open and revealed him to her; she felt her breath skip. He was breath-taking. His curls were all out and his eyes were hungry with questions and lust. He didn't say a word, just pushed his door open slightly wider and allowed her to step through.

And so she did; her courage only taking her a few steps in. It was then she noticed Ghost sprawled out by the fire, taking up half of the floor with his gigantic body. He was asleep, his tongue hanging out of his mouth with a peaceful look on his face as he dreamed.

"What is it?" He said rather too rudely for Daenerys liking. He immediately realised his mistake and his eyes became softer. "Sorry, still adjusting to... certain things"

"Understandable" She uttered with a smile on her face. "You know that nothing had really changed for us, however"

"I guess not in some ways. Sansa, Arya and Bran are still my siblings" His gruff accent sounded like music to Dany; as if someone was playing a harp and she could pick out which chords were his voice. "And you... you are still Dany to me"

"Is that all I am?" Daenerys asked accusingly, unsure of what he meant. "Do you not wish to be my lover anymore? My husband?"

"Daenerys, we've never spoke about a marriage alliance. I thought that maybe you did not wish to be with me since we found out about...our lineage" Jon Snow was being stupid, Daenerys concluded. And she found it endearing. She didn't answer his question with words, she just began to undo the clasp at the back of her evening dress. Jon looked at her with such a longing that Daenerys found herself becoming instantly wet. It is okay to engage in sex while being with child, wasn't it? She and Drogo had many times. "Daenerys..."

The way he said her name was like a warning, and Daenerys never listened to warnings. She wanted to show him her swollen belly, the life he'd given her. And so with a swift action, her dress fell to the floor revealing her body to him in all it's wonder. Jon's throat tightened visibly as he looked at her. Daenerys eyes filled with tears as she looked at this man looking at her with longing. She wanted him inside her more than anything; but she could not bed him without telling him.

He saw her tears and instantly crossed to her and enveloped her into an embrace that was so filled with love and passion it meant Daenerys tears did not stop; they only flowed more. He brought her over to the bed where they sat down together, her naked body lent against his. She felt safe; like she never wanted to be anywhere ever again. "What is it, my Queen?"

She was given the courage in that moment; his words of support, of knowing that he was still hers, that he wanted her in the way she wanted him. They were Daenerys of House Targaryen and Jon of Houses Stark and Targaryen. She felt more confident then and there that he'd love her and their child unconditionally; from this day until the end of their days. She finally mustered the courage to speak, and when she did, it was as if there was no one else in the world but the three of them. "I'm with child"

She moved so she could see his face. His eyes spoke first, shock and confusion; she had told him she was barren, that the witch who murdered her husband had told her she would not have children. She then saw surprise; it was bad timing in terms of the wars to come. Then came the love and adoration that she'd felt while he'd looked into her eyes when spilling his seed into her on the boat for the first time.

Daenerys stood up while Jon was sat on the bed and moved to be in front of him; her body the only thing he could see. She took his hand from off of his own lap; his shock and surprise still stopping him from formulating words. She placed his hand on her belly and began to cry at his touch. It was then she remembered her sex was slick and waiting. "Love me unconditionally, love our child unconditionally"

"A babe" Jon managed to stutter. Daenerys nodded; her own tears pooling her eyes.

"You've quickened my womb; you've given me the one thing I've always wanted, what I was told I could not have" The emotion began to pour out of her and she couldn't stop. "For years I thought I was the last Dragon, alone in Slaver's bay surrounded by enemies who wanted to destroy me and my dragons. But I kept going; I did not know what for but I kept going all the same. And then I met you and I fell in love as you told me I wasn't like my family that came before me; that I was different, that I was special. You held me in your arms as you made love to me, as you pledged your allegiance to me. You released inside me and gave me the one gift I could never thank you enough for. Your seed is inside me; and it is strong"

"Daenerys" He whispers as he pulls her gently onto his lap and meets her forehead with his own. Jon kissed her so softly it moved Dany. He wanted her and she wanted him. "All my life I wanted a child of my own; this seems all too surreal"

"It's real; I know you would not want a babe to grow up a bastard in this world, but if we marry..." She whispers quietly. "I am so thankful to you, you've returned a child to me. If it's a boy, we can call it Eddard"

Daenerys saw tears pool at the rims of Jon's eyes, a smile so large spread on his face that Dany knew he was happy about it. And this was confirmed to her when Jon then says something so out of the blue; that any uneasy tension in Daenerys disappears as she realises Jon wants their child too.

"If it's a girl, we should name it Rhaella. Would you like that?"

She did like that, she really did.

And so she wanted to show Jon how happy it made her. Usually, Jon teased her for hours, his tongue would roam her folds and flicker at her click, his hands would fondle her breasts and tweak at her nipples. But tonight; she needed him straight away. She released his cock from his trousers and helped shuffle them down to the floor; they were both naked and suddenly the room was quiet, only Ghost's soft breathing could be heard and even that was silent. Their kisses were eager and filled with such animalistic passion that when Jon took one of Dany's breasts in her mouth as she sat astride his lap, her fingers clawed into his back.

"Jon" His name had escaped her mouth before she could even control herself; but it spurred Jon on to make her moan even more. Finding Dany's entrance, his cock pressing against her inner thigh as she lingered over him in heated anticipation. Jon gave her one finale kiss on her breast before gently pulling her as close as possible and sliding his cock into her slick sex.

He grunted at Daenerys tightness around him; they hadn't in a while and he knew she'd been with no one else. Daenerys knew he'd been with no one else and it turned her on even more as Jon filled her up and she sank onto his lap fully. Daenerys wanted to moan her name so loud that all of Winterfell could hear as her lover filled her up. But she held it back; she wanted to concentrate on riding out her release with him. "Dany"

The way he said her name was pure ecstasy for Daenerys, and she hadn't even started to shift up and down to create their rythmn yet. So when she did and he moaned again, his gruff, northern accent turning her on; she couldn't help but push him so he was lying on his back and she was fully ready to ride the wolf. Slowly she began to ride his cock as it slide three forth's of the way out of her and back in to her hilt.

Her folds was on fire now; the friction causing so much pleasure Daenerys thought she was gonna release all over Jon within seconds. But she kept going, the thought of seeing Jon's own face come undone with her driving her. The thought of their babe being made; that night on the boat, flooding her mind as she sped up her rythmn. She couldn't hold back the moans now. "Oh, Jon. You feel so good inside me"

"Daenerys, gods you are breathtaking" He moaned, throwing his head back, not wanted to break eye contact with her but not being able to help it as the sensation takes over him. He switches back to look at Dany as she rides his cock and he can feel him coming to an end. But he holds it; they're both holding back, wanting to spill their love together. "Dany, gods"

"Jon, yes, yes, yes" Dany breathes in short raspy breaths as she feels herself begin to tighten around Jon's erect cock. She looks him directly in the eyes and brings him back up to meet her, her speed becoming faster and faster as he practically slams into her. One of his hands roam her breasts once again and rubs her nipples in a circular motion; the other, smacks her left buttock as she rides him and grabs at the flesh there.

"Daenerys, my good girl" Jon's uttered words turned her own even more, he'd never spanked her before and gods did it feel good. She was crying now at how good all the touching felt and how powerful she felt in that moment; and as she looked into her king's eyes he became rattled and his eyes burned into hers. His hand that was on her buttock moves over her stomach and travels to her clit, he rubs it slowly at first eliciting moans from her that he didn't think she could make. He thought she'd made every sound but as he flicked and teased her clit Jon's ears burned with the noise of Daenerys Targaryen, his queen.

As his rubs got faster; she started shouting, she couldn't help it but it just felt do good to feel the King In The North inside her and pleasing her the was he did. She rode his length hard and fast and her walls started to shake and tighten around his erect penis; wetter and wetter until she began he release with him. "Yes, Jon yes, yes, OH GODS YES"

Jon grunted as he spilled his seed in Dany, still rubbing her clit even though she stop the friction and began to shake with her orgasm. She released all over him, and heavens it was beautiful. He wanted to taste her, but perhaps another time, for now they were laid down, her on top of him as they quake in the aftermath of their love making.

"I love you, Jon Snow"

"And I you, Daenerys Targaryen"

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The Wolf Who Preyed On The Dragon

Daenerys watched him during their small council meeting. His brows creased as they discussed battle strategies and plans of evacuating people from the most northern part of the region. Every so often he would glance her way or stroke his beard as they tried to come to a final plan. The King in the North listened to Davos and Jorah throwing around ideas, such as using the underground crypts at Winterfell as a safe haven for some or retreating to the Neck. Either way, no one found a substantial solution just yet.

Everyone was on edge, after leaving the Dragon Pit, their little group made it via boat back to the North, the horror they saw beyond the wall still fresh in their minds. What was to come? Would they make it? If so, what would be left of the world? These were the thoughts of almost each person sitting in the room. What plagued everyone’s conscience the most was their very new, very fragile alliance with Cersei. Almost every single person in this room was wronged by one of her actions. When they reached Winterfell, the inhabitants there were not happy about this new arrangement, however their king assured them that they had a plan. They didn’t, but they all made an unspoken pact to be weary of the new queen in the capital. Daenerys could see something in Arya’s eyes when Jon mentioned this alliance, it seemed to be ambition, as if she was working towards some sort of internal goal and it was finally in reach.

As the meeting went on, she noticed Jon tense up more and more. His eyes would narrow and his hand would clench around his goblet. She gave her opinion and he said nothing, which was unusual, normally he’d be quick to side with her or point out all the flaws in her plan.

Everyone knew Jon Snow was a different man after taking back his home, yes he was still honourable, yet there was something more intense and dark lurking underneath the surface. He was more determined now, more confident and took more control. According to the people who knew him before her, Jon Snow the King in the North truly became the white wolf after he was declared king.

The meeting drew to a close and the large group huddled out of the small solar. As she reached the door, she turned and saw him still hunched over his books. You’re going to kill yourself before the White Walkers reach us, she thought to herself. Jon’s head snapped up, his face hard, then she realised her thoughts came out as words. Letting out a huff, she closed the door and walked back towards the table.

“It’s true though,” she sat down opposite him, the fire still blazing, warming the room enough that there was no need for their thick cloaks, yet Jon still wore his.

“I can’t just sit back and wait for the world to end,” she could tell that he was frustrated and stressed.

“You can’t go into battle tired and dazed either,” she shot back, “you haven’t slept in three days, every night I wake up to find you sitting by the fire, you barely touch your food and you don’t even listen to anyone else’s suggestions.”

“Reminds me of someone else in this room,” he gritted back, he didn’t look up from book her was reading. Daenerys could feel her fury rising, remaining silent she calmed herself. The King in the North was stressed, it was time for her to help release the wolf and relieve some of that tension, before he does something irrational that will get them all killed. Maybe if he succumbs to all the emotions inside of him, he’ll be more focused afterwards, she thought. Jon had to relax and somehow be grounded in order to lead, he was the most experienced person when it came to the White Walkers and they needed him. Her next move was a dangerous one, but she had to try.

“Fine,” lifting herself off her seat, holding a goblet of wine, “for all the stories I heard and what I’ve seen, I’m rather disappointed, the great White Wolf can’t look after himself,” she walked around the table until she stood close to him, she could tell she had his attention, “makes me wonder if he can truly look after his people,” he was looking into the flames now, his face hard, “where’s the honour?”

Jon shot up, about to explode, when he saw the look on her face, her smirk, he played right into her hands. She moved closer to him, her hands resting on his chest, “ We need you to be focused,” she looked up, his eyes were narrowed, his jaw tense, gently she pushed him back into the armchair, “I need you. Out of all of us, you’re the leader, the one person who can actually make a difference, we need you to lead us now.” It was true, yes he was not the best politician and could be irrational at times, but when it came to practicality and actually putting plans into action, Jon excelled. She was sitting on his lap, her hands cupping his face, if anyone were to walk in now, it would not leave a good impression, the North was still wary of the Dragon queen at times and some of the lesser lords made it clear that they did not approve of Jon being so amicable towards her. Amicable, she found that amusing, if they only knew what good allies we really are, she told him one night, while they lay naked in his chambers.

“Let the wolf out Jon,” she whispered as she sunk deeper into him, “show us the true king in the North.” She saw something ignite in him. Suddenly his lips were on hers, this was different to other times they’ve kissed, it was hard, possessive, claiming. Pushing the cloak off his shoulders, she started loosening his jerkin. before she could succeed in her task, he pulled away, lifting them both up and walking them towards the rugs close to the hearth. They tore at each others clothes, removing the layers of insulating fabrics.

Daenerys felt him place her on the rugs, after nearly tearing her black and grey ensemble off of her, he had an animalistic look in his eyes, as if she was his prey. A wolf hunting a dragon, she thought. He covered his body with hers, kissing her neck and moving down, as he moved lower, she tugged at his hair, loosening it from the knot. Moving further down he claimed his prey, usually he’d be sensual and slowly work his way to her core and lick and kiss until she was lost in the sensation. The first time he ever kissed her there was on the boat, it was the first time she was every kissed there, it seemed as if the men in Essos were unfamiliar with this practice. Tonight, however, he was rough, this was him letting go of the last bit of restraint he possessed. As he ate, his hands roamed her thighs, legs, spreading them apart.

“My king,” she moaned, Jon froze and so did she, never did either one of them expect that to come out of her mouth. He looked at her, knowing fully well that her one goal was to still rule the Seven Kingdoms, which included the North.

Moving up, until her was inline with her, pinning her hands above her head, “Were you swearing fealty to me, Your Grace?” he bit her neck, making her squeal in surprise, his free hand grazing her breast, running over the nipple.

“Do you want to be ruled by the King in the North, Daenerys?” he slowly entered her.

“Jon,” she groaned against his lips, before he bit lower lip. They moved together, passion and fire burning them as they clung to one another. He stopped and flipped them over. He placed open mouth kisses all over her exposed shoulder and neck.

“Whose are you?” the question surprised her, but also excited her, it’s been a long time since she was claimed in such a primal way. She was the ruler, the queen and no man commanded her, yet for some odd reason she did not mind being his.

“Yours,” she whispered, neither one expected her response. She turned her head to the back, her hand grasping the side of his head, fingers tangling into his hair. They kissed as they both reached their peak.

Laying on the plush furs, he threw his cloak over them haphazardly. His face was buried in her hair,

“Jon we need you,” she whispered, “it won’t matter anymore if you’re not there,” she felt him tense up, “but as long as you’re still here with us, we have a fighting chance.” At that moment she didn’t given a damn about ruling, all she cared about was them, they’ve come so far, individually and together, if they lost, everything they did would have been for nothing.

He lifted her chin up and captured her lips, “We’ll survive, together.”

I’m going to hell for all the filth in my head. I really don’t know where this came from, it was definitely not suppose to be this long. I like to add a few of my theories into my fics, for example, I do think they’ll all be weary of Cersei and part of me feels as if Arya will be plotting her revenge, only for it to be stolen by one of the Lannister brothers. Let me know what you all think and whether you’d like my opinion on anything related to Season 7. It’s almost here, so excited!

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