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argentvive · 6 years

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Brienne, Still Conjoined with Jaime

When I reached the end of ASOS, I wondered how GRRM would be able to keep Jaime and Brienne’s Chemical Wedding connection going when they were far apart. In Brienne III of A Feast for Crows, he did it through Brienne’s memories, as I explain here:

https://argentvive.tumblr.com/post/175558769035/jaime-and-brienne-baby-fever

In Brienne IV, GRRM gives us Brienne’s memories of Jaime again, but he adds an action that recalls their time together, especially Jaime’s maiming: he shows us Brienne deploying Oathkeeper lethally for the first time, in self-defense but also to avenge Jaime.

The scene is not on the show, but this screencap gives you the general idea. (Podrick is an eight-year-old boy in the book, however.)

Brienne is still in search of Sansa and Arya when she gets news of a sighting of two girls accompanied by a fool, who she thinks might be Dontos. (She doesn’t know that Dontos has already been killed by Littlefinger.) So she enlists the help of a local rogue, Nimble Dick, to guide her to the Whispers at Crackclaw Point.

The days-long ride to the castle gives Brienne lots of time to ponder her distant and recent past. After a couple of incidental references to Jaime, we get her point of view on the critical duel with Loras, which led to Renly naming her to his Kingsguard:

This is pretty obvious: in her dream, Brienne has now replaced Renly, the first man she loved, the man she pledged to die for, with Jaime. Note, again, the similar theme in Jaime and Brienne’s dreams of each other. In Jaime’s descending to the abyss dream the first night out of Harrenhal, he dreams of Brienne defending and protecting him. In Brienne’s dream, she has the same role. Neither of these dreams are in the show. The writers have to find other ways to show how Jaime and Brienne fill each other’s thoughts.

As Brienne’s party slog on through the rain, she thinks of Jaime again.

More confusing Jaime and Renly here. She’s not ready to admit to herself that she wants Jaime now, so she tells herself “it was Renly that she wanted.” She recalls that she failed in her duties to protect and avenge Renly. That’s a bit of foreshadowing that she WILL protect and avenge Jaime.

The rain is relentless in this chapter. As I explain in my long post about the rain in Pullman’s La Belle Sauvage and in Arya and Sandor’s trek to the Twins, the flood is a symbol for the nigredo, the first stage of the Opus alchymicum, so perhaps we are to think Brienne is beginning her own set of trials at this point.

The next reminder of Jaime actually comes from Nimble Dick, who starts singing “The Bear and the Maiden Fair,” which surely has to be considered Jaime and Brienne’s song at this point.

Brienne starts to think back on her training.

Most obviously, this is foreshadowing that Brienne’s “softness” will soon be tested. But also, alchemically, this is the first time I’ve noticed her being marked as heart. Incidental mention, perhaps?

They finally reach the Whispers. GRRM lays out the geometry for squaring the circle, signaling that a transformative moment is coming.

Recall this alchemy emblem from Atalanta fugiens, which I’ve posted many times:

Brienne senses danger and tells Podrick to bring her Oathkeeper.

Pyg and Shagwell and the remnant of the Brave Companions appear. (Shagwell is the fool who had been sighted, not Dontos.) Shagwell kills Dick with a Morningstar.

This is the second marker of heart for Brienne. Perhaps not incidental then, though has Jaime ever been marked as mind?

In the ensuing conversation Timeon tells Brienne that her biting of Vargo Hoat’s ear has led to putrefaction--”His ear turned black and started leaking pus.” Even more satisfying, the Mountain “killed him piece by piece...a hand one day, a foot the next, lopped off neat and clean.”

So Vargo Hoat, the brigand who had ordered Jaime’s maiming just for sport, suffers the same fate, but even worse, and is finally killed.

When the gang start to threaten Brienne with rape, she finally attacks. Pyg is her first kill.

Next comes Timeon.

Timeon pulls out a dagger, “so Brienne cut his hand off. That one was for Jaime.”

So there it is. Brienne has avenged Jaime--consciously and deliberately. She has acted for him, in his stead, with the sword he gave her. They remain conjoined by Oathkeeper.

Shagwell is still alive, so she orders him to dig a grave for Nimble Dick.

<”I have no spade.”

“You have two hands.” One more than you left Jaime.

“Why bother? Leave them for the crows.”

“Timeon and Pyg can feed the crows.”>

This short conversation gives us one more reminder of Jaime’s maiming and a repeat allusion to the book’s title, A Feast for Crows. This is Shagwell’s last bit of dialogue--when he tries to hit her with a rock, she stabs him to death. But she is crying; killing brings her no joy;

Two references to the moon--”the moon was rising” and “the moon rose higher in the sky”-- complete the alchemy in the chapter. Brienne is marked as the moon, and the moon presides over her care and kindness in giving Nimble Dick a proper burial.

#game of thrones meta #alchemy #brienne of tarth #braime #jaime x brienne #asoiaf #a feast for crows #oathkeeper #atalanta fugiens #squaringthecircle #chemical wedding #flood #nigredo #jaime lannister

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joanna-lannister · 5 years

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margaret-rhee replied to your post : margaret-rhee replied to your post :...

Oh I think my favorite theory is that Bran somehow messes something up in time and makes the mad king mad (like saying burn them all is referring to the white walkers) kind of like Hodor. This is my favorite mostly because Bran annoys me and I would believe that this whole show is his fault somehow 😂 What about you?

I just hope they do Maggie justice whatever happens. I really liked how they wrote her this season (and how she was actually in scenes) so I’m hopeful that she might get a good end If she has to be written off at all

Oh, I love that one too! Some people hate and tried to debunk it but if that's true, it's pure genius imo! I don't hate Bran but I understand what you say, I think he will have a big part to play against the Night King tho. I love this theory too : Bran=The Night King. Still don't really get how it works but I love it.

Oh my dear I have so many theories, for almost everything! The GoT/ASOIAF world is so rich! I always wanted to write down my favorites somewhere but I'm kinda afraid to receive hate because the fandom is so messed up, but now it's the right time, I guess? It will be long and I'm so sorry, if you read everything : THANK YOU ❤️ So... let's go!

the Night King & the White Walkers win: everybody dies and everyone is sad lol

no more Wall: and no more Night Watch, the White Walkers are totally annihilated and the human race survives

the Iron Throne will be melt down: by wildfire? dragon fire? not sure. they fought so many years over this ugly piece of shit metal, it would be cool in the end if no one sit on it and if the human survives, they symbolically destroy it to rebuild a better world. as for Westeros, they are either united under one King or Queen or each Kingdoms are ruled by noble family, just like before Aegon's Conquest (the North=Stark, the Westerlands=Lannister...)

Sansa is queen: in her own right? consort? in the North? of Westeros? I don't know but I truly believe she will survive and be in charge one way or another, the Sansa queen imagery is too strong and it would be such a waste to kill her just for shock value so she will be happy in the end i hope or i will hunt D&D

Sansa marries Jon: my shipper heart talks here but i believe to unite the North or Westeros these two are the perfect match

Arya marries Gendry: okay I have big doubts about Arya survival, don't know, a bad feeling but I think she will marry him, maybe not in a tradional way but some kind. We still have Robert quote "I have a son, you have a daughter. We’ll join our Houses." I always tought it was a foreshadowing for these two. So maybe she marries him before the big battle and dies here or she marries him at the end and they have somehow a happy ending. honestly i just want her to be happy with Sansa 😊

Melisandre dies saving Davos: oooh the sweet irony...

Daenerys dies beyond the Wall: (or what's left) when I watched GoT the first time, I thought "She is going to win and will be the queen" but then, the Red Wedding happened and it totally change my perception of the show and more I watched it more I realise her visions in the House of the Undying are a metaphore : she never touch the throne, she hear her dragons, follow the sound and pass the Wall and find Drogo & Rhaego. (And here people will hate me) I think when she's gonna learn Jon has a better claim than her to the throne, she will get angry. Jeez, she fought men for years, she survived in their world, and just like that, one man has more claim than her because of a piece of paper ? She will lose control and make a huge mistake and when she realise it, it will be too late and she will try to fix it because at her core, she's a nice girl. maybe by killing Viserion? but she will die with Drogon (like Rhaego, he's her baby and he carry Drogo's name) and she will find some peace because even if she fail, she did the right thing in the end if i'm right, i will cry my ass off for days lol

Alliance Lannister-Stark: okay if the Dark!Daenerys or Dany is the Night Queen theory happen and Winterfell destroyed, i want the Starks to ask for help to the Lannisters. This alliance would be so ironic but in the end, the Starks betray the Lannisters and execute them like Ned

Cersei dies in childbirth: i know most of her fans hate this idea but this is probably my favorite. her love for her children made her do terrible things, she wanted their safety but it backfired her. she blamed Tyrion for Joanna's death (jeez, i understand). it's kind of poetic, tragic and ironic. i can see her sacrifice herself in order to save her baby, maybe Qyburn performing a c-section like Maggie did to Lori? D&D could totally write this for shock value plus it somehow fulfills the Valonqar prophecy twice: Jaime, her little brother, got her pregnant and indirectly caused her death and baby!Lannister, the little brother/sister of her children, caused her death

Baby!Lannister survives: two possibilities here : 1) he's raised by the Starks, he know nothing about his birth parents and hates the Lannisters. I think about this quote : "If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya." It would be funny that Sansa save the last Lannister and raise him as his own. 2) Tyrion promises Cersei to take care of the child, just like Ned with Lyanna, and escape with him. And because History repeats itself, they end up like Daenerys & Viserys. Flashforward 16 years later : baby!Lannister is all grown up, wants to avenge his family and say "I will take what is mine and they will hear me roar". Black screen. End of the show. LOL And then they can make another spin-off

Jaime & Cersei die in fire: If Cersei don't die in childbirth, I can see her burned with Jaime. Maybe by Daenerys or, imo, the White Walkers attack King's Landing (like Stannis in Blackwater), they have no way to escape, Cersei uses wildfire and burns the city. They exchange one last kiss and turn into ashes... "A day will come when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth" I mean... it's pretty poetic and romantic

Cersei kills the Night King: As above : the White Walkers attack King's Landing, Cersei uses wildfire and burns the city. Like, she saves the world by accident 😂

Jon dies: no comes back, no magic, he dies. Period. LOL

Sam wrote ASOIAF: cliché but i love it!

OMG! I have so many others ideas but I stop here, this is so long! I'm so so sorry... If you have read this big mess, BIG THAAANK YOU. If you haven't, it's okay I understand 😂

Same! I really liked her too this season (Lauren is so goooood), guess it's the Angela Kang effect (hell I even liked N*gan dialog but i still hate him lol). Maggie deserves a happy ending with baby!Gleggie and all the love in the world, she has already suffered enough. And even if she unfortunately don't come back, I'll tell myself she's okay, she's safe and she's doing good like this 😊

#margaret-rhee #reply #long post

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artisticvicu · 4 years

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Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober 2020 - Day 20: Coral

Everything was heavy and he hated the fact that he was waking up. It took a moment before he realized that he couldn’t remember taking whatever the healer had wanted to give him, let alone actually falling under its sedation. At least his head didn’t hurt and his thoughts seemed rather clear compared to the last time he had done this.

There was something on the edge of his hearing that he didn’t quite understand until the voices became discernible. It took the words a bit longer to make sense.

“...seen him that shaken before.” Elias’s voice was low, rough, but he took comfort in the fact that they had done their best to keep their promise to him.

A voice he didn’t recognize drifted through the room. “You asked him what had happened, then?”

Elias snorted. “Of course I asked. Sheer curiosity would have driven me to ask had my duty not.” There was a heavy pause. “I’m going to write up a report but I don’t think I can repeat what he had told me. If you want the story, you’ll have to ask him or Artemis.”

“Do you think he remembers?”

Elias sighed. “I’m not sure. I never verified if there had been any memory loss the last time he had sustained a similar injury but a whole hour?” There was the sound of fabric shifting. “The healer’s not even sure if the two injuries can be compared at this point so we’re going into this blind.”

“If he doesn’t, is Torra-”

“Shhhh.” Silence fell at Elias’s command. A part of him that didn’t dare breathe. “Do you hear that?”

The silence stretched through the room. There was a spark to it, a touch of adrenaline as those in the room waited for whatever Elias had heard to get clearer. A noise started to leak through the door and very quickly it started to sound like shouting.

“What’s going on out there?” Elias questioned. There was the sound of footfall against the floor as the shouting started to sound oddly familiar. He opened his eyes in time to watch Elias open the door.

“-my brother right now or so help me-”

“Bethany?” Elias inquired, sounding skeptical.

Artemis was skeptical. There was no way his older sister was there but as he pushed himself up, he could barely make out his sister around Elias. The woman Elias had been walking with got up from her chair and walked over to the side of the bed. She didn’t force him to lay back down but she did get him to lean back on some pillows as they both watched the confrontation between Elias and Bethany.

“YOU,” Bethany snarled. “Where’s Artemis. And don’t say you don’t have any idea. Lora called me in a panic almost four days ago now about some stranger having kidnapped Artemis and, lo and behold, I recognized the description of the man who had taken him.”

“Bethany, let me explain-”

“No! How bout you listen because, God damn it, Mom may have forgotten but I couldn’t. I still remember every little thing she deemed worthy to teach me and every little trick you had shown me. But when all of that changed after Artemis was born, I left this all behind and now I’m being forced to look back to get my brother out of here. You had no right bringing him here. Especially not like that.”

“He didn’t give me much choice-”

“Bullshit he-”

“He was attacked by a Kret!” Elias’s bellow made the silence that followed deafening. He watched the man’s chest expand with a breath that shook. “A strong one. Beth, if I hadn’t brought him here, he probably would have died from the mental damage it had dealt him. He slept through the last three days and only woke up because the medication the healers were giving him worked to keep him from going brain dead or suffering anything worse. So don’t tell me I was in the wrong bringing him here. Not when you won’t hear me out.”

“Elias?”

Tolnoran’s voice drifted in from down the hallway. Elias took a step into the hallway clearing Artemis’s line of sight to his sister. She looked fierce but he could make out the exhaustion at the edge of her pissed expression. “Tolnoran-” Elias started breathlessly.

“Is everything alright?” Tolnoran asked, voice a bit louder due to proximity alone.

“More or less.” Elias gestured to Artemis’s sister. “This is Bethany, Artemis’s older sister.”

“And his niece,” she added with a pointed glare at Elias. She turned a more neutral expression towards Tolnoran. “He’s our mom’s older brother but he doesn’t care much about being around family anymore.”

Elias let out a sharp breath. “I told you when I left that it was better that I didn’t associate with you or Artemis after-” The words stopped but Artemis - and clearly Bethany - knew exactly what he was referring to.

“So you just abandoned me to deal with everything that came our way on my own!” Bethany shot back, infuriated. “Dad never saw the damn things - couldn’t even feel them! - and there was no way Mom was going to be able to even know how to start helping him!”

“You were plenty strong enough-” he tried but she cut him off viciously.

“I was still a kid!”

“You were 14!”

“I was barely old enough to take care of myself, let alone try and protect my kid brother from things that still give me nightmares! I ran away from all of it as soon as I could because I couldn’t do it anymore! I couldn’t protect my little brother because you dropped that responsibility into my lap before I was ready and now you’re acting like you care now?!”

“Bethany-”

“No! I’m taking Artemis home, and that’s final!”

There was a faint ringing in his ears when silence fell in the room. The woman was still standing at his bedside but he didn’t care. He shifted to the edge of the bed, his movement drawing his sister and his uncle’s attention. Both spoke his name, though Bethany’s was far more frantic than relieved. She closed the distance between them faster than Elias and Artemis wasn’t sure he was happy to see her or simply confused.

He went with the confused while it was there. “Why are you here?”

Bethany pulled back, hands gently gripping his shoulders. “I’m taking you home. Lora called me in a fit when you were kidnapped.”

He shook his head. “No. In the Second Plane. You know how to get here?”

Confusion bled into her expression. “Of course I do. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

“So you’re a Walker, then?”

A dark look pushed the confusion out before she managed a neutral expression. “Was a Walker. I gave that lifestyle up a long time ago and you’ll be able to do the same. Whatever he’s told you-” she sent Elias a glare- “has been lies.”

“Now see here, miss,” Tolnoran started, now in the doorway. Elias put his arm out, stopping the other man.

“Beth,” Elias spoke up, voice soft. “Where’s your Jaun? Toll-something, right?”

Bethany’s entire demeanor turned to ice. “Touley.” She turned a hard glare onto Elias. “And they’ve been dead for years. Died protecting my brother somewhere around the two year mark.”

Pain laced through Elias’s expression. “I’m so sorry.”

“Are you?” she challenged. “Do you know the pain a Walker feels when their bond is broken like that? I thought I was dying when their core was crushed between teeth. Probably would have if Artemis’s Dlmor hadn’t finally stepped in.”

“I distinctly remember being told to go handle the little guys while you took care of the large one, Walker,” Dlmor remarked, voice drifting up from under the bed and startling him. Bethany and the others seemed to already know Dlmor had been there.

It may have been years since he had seen his sister but she still had the same signs as their mom and dad when getting riled up. He stepped closer to her, drawing her attention away from Dlmor. “You knew this entire time? Of what I was? What Mom did?”

Several emotions flickered across her face and he caught the flicker of regret and anger. “Of course I knew. I was 14, old enough to be bonded, old enough to know. She didn’t tell me her plan, though.” She turned a glare to Elias but standing that close allowed Artemis to see the hurt that was under the anger. “She just up and didn’t remember any of it one day. Couldn’t even see Toley. Broke their heart when she didn’t even respond to them.”

Elias shook his head. “I couldn’t convince her to not go through with it.” He opened his arms wide, expression closed off. “I never want anyone to become what I am.”

Annoyance flittered across her face. “Yeah, well. Look at where that’s gotten us.”

“You had a Jaun?” he asked, wondering if his attempt to change the subject was too obvious or would be fought.

Bethany smiled weakly at him. “Yeah. You liked Toley. You could see them for the first few months before the pact fully settled. They had coral colored fur and you had taken to anything coral colored when you weren’t able to see Toley anymore. I managed to convince Mom and Dad to let me buy you a stuffed monkey in the color. You wouldn’t do anything without it.” A slight frown pulled at her lips as her expression turned thoughtful. “I’m not sure what happened to that stuffed monkey. I hated it after Toley was taken and I left a few years after anyways.”

“I don’t remember it,” he offered honestly. “Sorry.”

She smiled at him again. “It’s alright.” She gestured towards the door where Elias and Tolnoran were still standing. Elias looked defeated with Tolnoran’s hands on either shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

He couldn’t get Elias’s gaze so he met his sister’s instead. “I want to stay.”

Bethany rolled her eyes. “You can’t be serious. Artemis, this is nothing more than a bunch of people playing war. Let’s go and get you out of this nonsense.”

He shook his head, taking a step back towards the bed. “No. I can’t leave yet. You didn’t see what I saw yesterday, what I fought yesterday.”

Her face paled even as her rising anger colored her cheeks. “You’ve got to be joking. You’re joking, right?”

“Why would I joke about that?” he asked, genuinely confused by her comment. “Bethany, I went up against a…” The word - like Dlmor or Jaun - wouldn’t form right on his tongue so he translated it… “against an Echo, a shadow being that no one else could see until we brought it to light.”

“Are you sure?” Elias spoke up, weight shifting as if he wanted to step towards them. “There were plenty of accounts from the soldiers and Tolnoran saw it.”

“Very clearly,” the large man confirmed, shuddering.

He shook his head, adamant. “But not before we collided with it. Ask the medical staff. They’ll tell you there was nothing there until I was already leaping over the person it had attached to.”

“I can go do that.” He looked over his shoulder at the stranger he had forgotten about. Her expression was curious but there was a seriousness to it that made her look fierce. “I’ve got a few things to ask them about all this anyways. Colonel wants to know how it got in in the first place.”

Elias nodded. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” The woman moved around the bed and came to a stop at his and Bethany’s side, offering her hand. “Seems right I introduce myself before I dip out. Lieutenant Colonel Cass, Second in Command to Colonel Albert Conner.”

Bethany shook her hand, demeanor shifting into a professional one that was probably a tad colder than needed. “Bethany Augustus, nee Lorncroft. Thank you for your assistance.”

“My pleasure,” the other woman assured her with a smirk before offering her hand to him.

He shook it politely. “Artemis Lorncroft. Pleasure to finally be acquainted.”

This pulled her smirk into a grin. “I hope my reputation precedes me well.”

He shrugged finding a small smile pulling at his lips. “Seeing as there has only been mention of you and high praise from Torra, I would hope it did with accuracy.”

She laughed at that. “I’ll take it.” She stepped back and gave them both a nod. “Hopefully I will be able to see you both off. If not, have a good rest of your day.”

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ladyninjaa · 7 years

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Guilt and Loss

Imagine: Being the last true Tyrell alive and managing to escape High Garden during the Lannister invasion.

Your home was gone. You were covered in mud and blood and tears. You couldn’t believe what had happened not even days ago. You whimpered as you hunched over your horse. Dragonstone was almost within reach…you just needed to push a little further.

Your life had been ruined once more because of that bitch Cersei. First, she had taken the lives of your older siblings—Loras and Margaery and now she has taken your home and killed your grandmother Olenna. Your handmaidens had died so that you would have enough time to escape and then your knight, the man you loved, was dead as well. He had died to so that the last Tyrell would live.

Everything seemed so bleak now.

You straightened your back and looked up. The sun was beginning to rise and you hadn’t stopped riding for days now…you were afraid that if you stopped the Lannisters would find you. You had no idea what Cersei would do to you….the last breathing Tyrell.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and shudder at the thought.

You were only a young girl of sixteen and you had lost everything. Your home was gone, your family was gone, and now you were alone. Your people were most likely dead because the Tyrell’s were shit at fighting and war. The white stone walls of your home would be forever stained red.

You wiped at your dirtied face and wondered what would happen to you.

You were a highborn…pampered and spoiled by those who cared about you. You admit that you tried to stay humble as best as possible but where had that gotten you?

You shake your head as you see the beginning of the small village near the waters. You hope that they would grant you passage to Dragonstone but if not, you would send a raven and await the Queen’s reply.

You had some money that your handmaidens managed to slip into your pack that was strapped securely on your mare. Your grandmother knew something like this would happen and gracefully accepted defeat but she did not accept defeat for you. She made the heir of High Garden; given you the letter sealed by her, and told you the whereabouts about the Tyrell fortune.

You managed to stumble across an inn and brought a room for the night—though you weren’t sure if you needed more nights considering the position you were in. You managed to buy some ratty dress from across the street and take a bath.

You had never bathed on your own but didn’t find it too difficult. It was odd bathing without any bath salts or any creams for your hair or even any scented oils for your skin. You shouldn’t complain…you were alive….your family wasn’t so lucky.

You are depressed about everything that has happened but you try to look on the positive.

That night, sleep doesn’t come easy but eventually after hours of tossing and turning…you do fall asleep. In the morning, you head straight to the docks and beg the men to grant you ferry to Dragonstone. Most of wary…and refuse. You are upset but do not give up. You want to curse these men but realize that they are afraid of the dragons…and what were to happen if they did grant you a ferry to Dragonstone unannounced.

You cringe to yourself as you make way to the ravens. You pay for a raven, scribble down your plea to the Queen, and send the bird off. You watch the black bird glide across the sky with ease and you feel your stomach grumble with hunger.

Knowing that there wasn’t anything else to do but wait, you headed towards the stables of the inn you were staying at. You rent a room for a week, pay, and head to see your hose. This mare belonged to the man who gave up his life for you….you would try your best to keep her alive. You weren’t sure of the care of a horse…you just stood there unsure as the mare stared at you almost pitifully.

“Do you need help tending to your horse?” A stable-boy asks.

He looks very young but his round face is friendly and there is a smile he is showing. You wring your hands together and shake your head. He leaves hesitantly and begins working on another horse. You watch him work closely and although you aren’t happy with shoveling horse shit, you follow his example.

After almost an hour of tending to the mare, you leave the stables tiredly. It was probably the hardest thing to do in a long time…and you were somewhat proud of your work. The mare looked considerably happy and was even happier when you gave her a whole apple as a treat.

It wouldn’t be days until a knock raised you from your sleep. You rub at your eyes tiredly and wondered who would be at your door. For a moment, you wonder if someone had ratted you out and the Lannisters managed to find you.

You don’t take the chance and wield a dagger given to you by your father. You hide it within reach and open the door.

You are surprised to see Tyrion. A Lannister had found you indeed. You are relieved, “Queen Daenerys has saved me.” You mumble as you allowed Tyrion inside.

“We were surprised to hear that someone had survived the attack on High Garden…we were even more surprised that it was you, Lady Y/N.” Tyrion smiled at you looking sincerely happy that you were alive.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” You told him shyly.

He chuckles, “You went to the right place. The Queen is happy to receive you. She sent me to come retrieve you and your belongings….if you have anything.” He tries not to sound rude and you smile ever so slightly.

“I do not carry much but I do have my horse that I wish to bring with me.” You inform him.

“A horse?” He says as if he didn’t hear you right, “Is the horse that important?”

You nod, “I wouldn’t have asked if the horse wasn’t.” You remark smartly.

Tyrion’s lips twitch into an amused smile and nods, “Then hurry up and pack and we will travel back to Dragonstone.” He says with a slight bow of his head signaling that he was going to leave, “We’ll be downstairs when you are ready.” He backs out from your room and leaves down the hall.

You close your door and are quick to gather your belongings, even though they are few. You change into something more modest then the sleeping gown, stuff that gown into your pack, and hurriedly put your hair up in a similar way you saw a girl downstairs do.

The up-do wasn’t as tight as the girl’s but it keeps your hair out of your face. You try your best to make the bed—you have seen the young girl’s at the inn making the bed and do your best with what you could remember. You smile at your handiwork before grabbing your pack and going downstairs.

Tyrion is sitting with foreign men in dark armor—these must be the Unsullied. The dwarf is cringing as he drinks the wine some young maiden has given him. Tyrion pays for his drink and leads you to the large ship docked and you begin the journey to Dragonstone.

The journey is long but Tyrion keeps you company. He feels guilty because of your loss…you do not blame him. Tyrion Lannister was a clever man…but Jamie was a man of expert military capability…Tyrion wasn’t meant for war. You wished that perhaps this could’ve been avoided but this was war.

You missed your brothers and your sister so much.

There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t think about them. You had lost your entire family…and Queen Daenerys knew that. The day grew dark and it was around night time that you arrived at the familiar and beautiful castle of Dragonstone. Tyrion leads you to the throne room and to the strategy room. Even though the hour is late there is the Queen staring at the map table in front of her.

She looks up and you stare at her before bowing your head, “Your Grace,” You greet her with a weak smile, “I am grateful that you responded to my cry for help.” You say with gratitude.

She stands tall and proud. Her violet eyes are staring at your very soul…you feel the need to shy away but you were taught better than that. She does not reply but she looks deep in thought and it isn’t until she is walking your way that you start to feel some panic build up in you.

“I wanted to apologize for my mistake,” Daenerys stood in front of you and you felt so small compared to her…it made you miss your family and home, “You lost your home and the only family you had left because of my error.” She looks sad and even though she tries to hide away the guilt and pain, you can see it. It was the same look Tyrion carried the entire day.

You shake your head and find your voice, “I don’t blame you.” Your voice is but a night whisper but the stone in this room echoes with your voice, “I don’t blame anybody but Cersei and Jaime Lannister.” There is loathing in your voice and you feel your hands clench in anger, “But I can never blame you or Tyrion.”

The Queen smiles ever so slightly—a rare sight.

“I know your pain,” She speaks softly and gently reaches out to hold your clenched hand, “And I will not let you suffer in anyway like I did.”

You are surprised when she Queen squeezes your hand, “Would you like some dinner? You look famished.”

You feel your heart fill with relief and gratitude towards the Queen and vow to help her claim what rightfully belongs to her. Besides, if you were lucky you would see Cersei and Jaime burn.

maybe a part 2?

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