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How formidable she was, Waymar thought, even as Daenerys moved to the shelter of the battlements. To stand atop the Wall, here at the end of the world, to gaze out into the impenetrable darkness beyond amidst a cold so encompassing it froze whatever warmth and hope lingered on each passing breath in an instant. How sensible too, to have chosen the cover of the taller section of battlements as a break against the wind. The cold and darkness were enough. No need to suffer the wind that licked with tongues of frost and gusts that pierced to the very bone.

For not even the thick, black fur cloak that Waymar wore snug around his shoulders up to the neck served to keep those daggers of cold at bay. Ahhhh, but there were still colder things. For he would never forget the chill of the Haunted Forest that night, when his very blood ought to have frozen. When the shadows of the forest came to life with haunted blue eyes. When death itself had found him…

The very memory evaporated the smile from his lips that had come to roost while he watched Daenerys, and reached his eyes as she spoke. As she offered him something that he’d desired with the whole of his heart, but never knew the words to make it more than mere thought. Even as life carried out such a desire for him even now.

To serve something greater than himself. To serve the realm. To be the shield that guards the powerless and the hands that plant the trees whose shade would be felt by those long after he was gone. To serve her.

There were only two coming outcomes from this coming battle. Either winter would descend upon the realms of men and the flame of life would be snuffed out from the Wall to Dorne, or Daenerys would become cleansing fire incarnate, scouring the great calamity in dragonfire in service of all. Highborn and low. 

“I never believed the stories, you know.” Waymar finally spoke, words breathed out only loud enough for her as the cold turned the warmth of his breath to fog, and the wind threatened to force it back into his throat. Finally he relented, turning away from the sheet of darkness, and stepped alongside Daenerys in the sanctuary that the parapet on the wall provided.

“Of you. For how could someone with such power as dragons not use it for the sake of their own desires? Using it to melt chains. To protect the innocent beneath their wings. Risking all to come…here.” Waymar gestured around them with a half raise of the arms, amusement sparkling across his face as his words were drenched in disbelief edged with humor, as if this were all some sort of dream. That she, choosing to be here, was an impossibility. Could such radiance, selflessness and goodness exist in a world so cruel, cold and selfish?

Waymar had known only terrible rulers. Robert was everything a young lad ought to admire, but in the end he allowed a bloody gash to be torn across the Seven Kingdoms and left it to bleed. Left the threat to the North ignored as he played monarch. The Lannisters and their misrule only allowed the wound to fester, leaving the common people to know misery unlike anything known in generations. And here she was, Daenerys Targaryen, to burn the infection from the wound and patch up the realm. It was like something out of the fables.

“You make a believer out of me.” The chill crept through Waymar’s lowered knee as it rested upon the hard, frozen stone and ice pebbled that served as the walkway of the Wall. How long had it been since he’d knelt? Since he was knighted? That was the memory that swam to the surface now as he knelt before her, accepting her offer of service to her. It was a moment just as pivotal for him. A moment that would crystalize and shape the person he would be, if he survived this coming battle.

“Though your enemies will be numerous and your challenges all the more, I’ll never stray from your cause, your Grace.”

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“If we survive this, I will be your leal man. For now and always. If you would take me.” But what of neutrality? Ignoring the ‘affairs’ of the south. The line that the Night’s Watch followed as strictly as any dogma of the faith did the Seven? How ridiculous such an outlook was in the grand scheme of things. The Watch was sworn to the realm. When the realm bled it was their duty to act. To do something.

She listened intently, watching his face carefully as he spoke. She always watched, when she had the opportunity to speak with someone closely. There was often more information in behavior than in words, and easy to miss if one wasn’t paying attention. Dany missed little.

She took a few steps, however, towards a higher part of the battlements to shield herself from the biting wind. She hated the cold; it left a desperate ache in her, and she here on the Wall was the worst, making her crave only the heat of her dragons. The night brought with it yet harder cold, and rubbing her hands together did little.

She bowed her head in acknowledgement of the truth he spoke, and looked up with a smile, strained only because of the temperature doing its best to conquer her.

“I do not wish to pay with anyone’s life. It is the nature of war that dictates there must be loss, and I lament it. But I do not ask anything of any person that they are not willing to give. All of the people who followed me do so of their own choice. I have liberated cities from oppression, and I will liberate Westeros from the Lannister canker, but only after this more important battle.

"I am grateful for your faith, and I hope to live up to it. I have been trodden upon and denied, lived in poverty, and I would save anyone I may that fate. Too long have the common people of Westeros been neglected for the sake of their ‘betters’.” The disdain in her voice was clear; she thought no such thing of the nobility. “I will give the lords the same choice I gave everyone who has chosen me as their queen; bend the knee, or lose everything.

"You have nothing to offer but your service, Ser Waymar, and I will thank you for it, on the other side of the Great War.” She smiled a little, guessing what was behind his thoughts as he swore his fealty. “I will release you from your vows for your devotion to the realm to join my court, if you wish.”

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Follow her, he did. Down through the halls, out into the courtyard, past the catacombs, the stables and finally to...

The Godswood. Of course a Stark would be taking him there. But who could blame her, after all? For even Waymar could feel a shift in the air as they slipped beneath the canopy of the trees.

There was a certain stillness to the air here. A gravitation of it's own, as if every breath was the most meaningful a man could take in their life. Every word spoken carrying a weight, as laden with sincerity as branches of these magnificent trees most certainly were in front in the heart of winter. For who could speak falsehoods in such a place, beneath the eyes of the Gods?

Waymar kept the Seven, as best as any other Knight of the realm did. He'd stood his vigil, spoken his vows within the sept of Runestone, been anointed in the Seven oils and had the blade of his father touch each of his shoulders, commanding him to be just in the name of the Father and strong in the name of the Warrior.

Why was it that he had never felt such a magnificence in a Sept that was so effortlessly enveloping here before the Weirwood?

Or was it...her?

For those rebellious words left his lips without his leave, and once cast as they were they could never be reined back in. In those words was the truth of an obviousness so unobscured it was akin to remarking that the bark of a Weirwood was white or the leaves red.

It carried with it the truth of just how smitten he was.

A smile crossed his lips in the aftermath, for all one could do after speaking such things was to embrace the truth of them. A truth as enduring as deep as the roots of this most ancient of Northern trees.

"I'm certain she will come out for nothing more than the gift of shining on your face, My Lady."

“I think you’re beautiful” (Both, or either, dealer's choice!)

She’d brought him to the Godswood, though she’d made it seem quite natural. A walk after dinner? How lovely, I will show you around the keep. Perhaps you’d like to see outside? Over there are the crypts, very gloomy, full of cobwebs and stone statues. There are the stables, though you have seen those already. And there is the Godswood. They say it has the oldest heart tree in the North, perhaps you’d like to see. She’d known, of course, that he would not say no. Bless him, his besottedness was not subtle. 

In any case, she got him into the Godswood just as the sun was on the horizon, bathing the whole scene in warm golden light that would soon fade. 

“I look best in moonlight,” she replied with a smile. The smile usually disarmed young men (and certain kinds of older men), and she suspected that it would more than work on Ser Waymar. “It’s a shame she’s not out yet tonight.”

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“Dance With Me, Then.”

“𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝓃𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒��𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉'𝓈 𝒲𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒. “

Ser Waymar Royce - Independent A Song of Ice and Fire Canon Divergent Character. Semi-Selective, Mutual Only. Written By Shaun. Rules Bio

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“Dance With Me, Then.”

“𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝓃𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉'𝓈 𝒲𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒. “

Ser Waymar Royce - Independent A Song of Ice and Fire Canon Divergent Character. Semi-Selective, Mutual Only. Written By Shaun. Rules Bio

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There's too many of them. I can't stem the tide any further.

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Headcanon A-Z

A - Advocate - How do they show their support for others? Are there any causes that they publicly support? Why? B - Boy/Girl - What is their gender? What’s their relationship with their gender? Has this changed over time? How does their gender identify relate to their gender expression? C - Caregiver - How do they give/receive care best? Do they care for everyone or just a small number of people? How do they react to someone in need? D - Director - How much do they feel the need to have control over their life? Do they spend a lot of time telling others what to do or and they more likely to be more obedient to others? E - Entrepreneur - How do they make money? Are they willing to take financial risks? How do they approach making deals with others? F - Friend - What kind of friend are they? How do they judge potential friends? Where do they draw the line between platonic and romantic relationships? How far would they go for a friend? How do they handle conflict in relationships? G - Growing - How have they changed over time? How has their self-image changed? Are they more or less of a risk-taker? Has their approach to romance changed? H - Hero - What makes someone a hero in their eyes? Who is their biggest hero in life? Why? Do they consider themselves to be heroic? I - Inventor - How creative is their thinking? Do they seek out the opinions of others or rely on their own ideas? What’s their problem solving approach? J - Joker - What’s their sense of humour like? Do they enjoy slapstick comedy? What kind of humour do they enjoy in others? K - Know It All - Are they a Know-it-All? Do they actively seek out new knowledge? How do they behave around others how have a great amount of knowledge on a topic? L - Lover - How do they show love? Do they love themselves? Do they believe that all you need is love? M - Miracle Worker - Who or what do they consider to be a miracle? Do they believe in magic? N - Navigator - What’s their sense of direction like? Do they have a set path in life that they’re planning on following? What do they do if they’re knocked off course? O - Organiser - How organised are they? Do they have any unusual organisation systems? What would cause them to be uncharacteristically (dis-)organised? P - Philosopher - Are they particularly philosophic? What do they believe is the purpose of life? Do they have any particularly strong convictions or ideologies? Q - Queen - What kind of leader are they? Are they entitled? What have they inherited from their parents? How powerful are they? Do they act superior towards others? R - Rebel - Do they follow rules, bend or break them? Do they find rebelliousness in others attractive? S - Seeker - How do they go in search of new information? Do they accept ideas on faith or do they need to test out information for themselves? T - Teacher - How often do they have to teach others? How do they go about it? How do they learn best? Do they dive in first and reflect later or study the theory of something new before putting it into practice? U - Ugly - What traits to they find unattractive in others? Do they have any of those traits themselves? V - Visionary - Do they have a plan for their future? How imaginative or creative are they? Do they have vivid dreams? W - Witness - What do they consider the best thing they have ever seen? What would they most like to see in their life? X - Xceptional - Who is the most exceptional person in their life? Are there any rules that they have notable exceptions to? What gets them excited in life? Y - Yes! - Do they believe in luck? What makes them feel lucky/grateful? Z - Zoo - What’s the favourite animal? Do they ever behave animalistically? If they were an animal, what animal would they be? Why?

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Continued RP with @westerosiqueens

The smile reached his eyes then and there in the aftermath of her question, and not even the bite of the wind could vanquish it from Waymar’s face. Ohhh how desperately it tried, a gust carrying all the fury that the lands beyond the Wall could muster, a biting hate that threatened to crack the flesh and bring the mighty low. In that moment Waymar was certain of two things. That such a gale was but the beginning of the onslaught they were likely to face, and that if she hadn’t been standing beside him he would have most definitely faltered.

That was the effect of her on others. On her people.

“Years ago, when I was a lad, one of my Father’s Maesters loved to ask me riddles. Some days I swore it was for nothing but to frustrate me.” Waymar said the jest to the wind, eyes straining against the darkness that was setting in as the sun began to set for the evening, as if the coming threat was enough that even the celestial body preferred retreat as opposed to confronting the horrors that awaited.

“One riddle that stuck with me was, ‘Is the price of a kingdom worth the life of one good man?’. Never knew what it meant. Not until recently.” Not until the realm bled. Not until the news of his brother’s death reached him. Not until he had seen good, brave men torn to shreds by the shambling horrors to the north. Not until he had lost brother, after brother after brother while the kings played their game in the south. How many men, women and children had been exchanged for their dream of a crown and a chair?

“The answer is simple. No kingdom, no chair is worth the life of a good man. Or a woman. Or a child. Anyone cruel enough to make such a trade does not deserve to call themself King. Or Queen.”

Good men would be lost in this battle, and the ones that followed. But they would not be lost for vanity, nor greed nor the selfishness so inherent to the well born. It was in the name of the people of the realm.

“But a life given in the defense of the people of that kingdom? Now that is a worthy price.”

Perhaps that was why the inspiration that Daenerys Targaryen radiated was so infectious. It could be sensed that her purpose for seeking her birthright was not for glory, nor prestige. It was for the benefit of all those who were her people. To stop the bleeding.

“You are different. From all of them. All those false kings. They all told us to believe in them. You make us believe in you, to believe that there is something beyond all of this horror.”

A light in the darkness, and what a darkness it was that awaited them. Yet who could see such darkness when they stood so close to the brilliance of the light?

“If we survive this, I will be your leal man. For now and always. If you would take me.” But what of neutrality? Ignoring the ‘affairs’ of the south. The line that the Night’s Watch followed as strictly as any dogma of the faith did the Seven? How ridiculous such an outlook was in the grand scheme of things. The Watch was sworn to the realm. When the realm bled it was their duty to act. To do something.

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My morning is going beautifully lmfao

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Two dances after dinner. The feeling of their hands clasping, fingers entwined. The warmth of her touch. The feeling of his hand on the curve of her waist in a gown whose texture Waymar could feel lingering on the tips of his fingers in that moment. Simply the way that she moved. With such grace. Such strength and confidence. 

She had led both dances, and he thanked the Seven for that. Waymar remembered how his legs felt as stiff as wood and feet as clumsy as if he were deep in his cups. Ahhh, even the way she had smiled at him that night, and the morning after. How could such a memory have been misplaced until now?

Likely the fact that in the hours before dinner was served that evening Waymar had accepted the invitation of the Master-at-Arms, an old grizzled man with great whiskers whose name had been long forgotten, to join the Stark boys at arms. The sparring had gone well, blunted tourney swords and iron helms for protection. One deflection of sword on sword went wrong and Waymar’s head being in the wrong place at the wrong time had rung his bell.

But he laughed. He remembered that much. Both he and the Stark boy had a good laugh out of it.

The heat of the Great Hall brought Waymar back to the present. To the warmth of the fire, to the low murmur of voices that were two brothers of the Watch dicing in the far corner. To the smell that came from the cauldron of mulled wine over the fire. To the sight of Alara. Yes, even her name came back to him now. Even unspoken it made him feel…funny.

No, that was the heat of the air. Of moving from the bitter cold to the stuffy air of the indoors. That had to be it. 

Waymar carried two cups of the mulled wine over to the table of her choosing, and joined her on the opposite side. Solid oak between them being comforting and distasteful in the very same breath. But it was what it was. 

“Was I dozing at breakfast?” Now that memory did not come springing back, something which he found himself utterly thankful for. But the color that splashed his cheeks and made his face burn hot at the thought of her seeing him like that was certainly memorable. Or was that splash of color from the turn the conversation took, such innocent words as stamina, strength and growing warm? Who could say? “I do not recall if I thanked you and your family for their hospitality. All I can do now is extend the same courtesy to you now.”

“It is a welcome sight, seeing you again. Familiar faces are hard to find at the end of the world.” A smile of his own now, an aftershock of all that reminiscence paired with the moment itself. “But what brought you this far North, especially with the autumn snows?”

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“No, my Lady.” Waymar began, making for the door of the Great Hall, glancing back over the shoulder to check if the Lady of Winterfell was indeed following. “My home is in the South. The Vale to be exact. Wonderful little place called Runestone.” The mere utterance of the name of home brought an almost warm smile to his lips. But it didn’t reach the eyes, and the warmth was stolen from it as quickly as breath turned to mist in this frigid air.

“Never even had seen snow until the ride North. On the road to Winterfell, to be exact. Where your brother hosted my father and I for a night.” The memories were coming back to him now as the door was propped open and the feeling of heat buffeted his face with hands of fleeting warmth. Why was it that sensation, one felt so often at Castle Black, that brought the memories flooding back?

Her name came back to him as well, introduced to one another in the flurry of activity that was meeting all of the Starks at Winterfell. So many there were. But the name of one stuck with him after the memory was thawed.

“There is a strength about you that must help with the cold. Handle it better than any Southron ought to.” A pause, as his exact words came blowing back at him in the chilled air. That same very wind carried realization. “About you Northerners. As a whole. Not JUST you. Well, not that there isn’t a certain fierceness…”

For one of those rare, shining moments Waymar simply chose to close his mouth. Ahhh, how very rare and beautiful those moments were indeed.

[serwaymarroyce]

❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ / Alara :3

“Drew the night watch for this evening…” Waymar studied the stranger for a pause, the orange and yellow flames that danced in the brazier barely enough to study the stranger. But it proved to be enough. Just barely. Entirely too close of a thing for Waymar’s tastes. For reasons the man was unlikely to disclose even if pressed sharply.

“...my Lady.” That much Waymar could tell. From the cut of her clothes, the long, fine cloak that accompanied it in the colors of House Stark. The tiny Direwolf sigil across the breast served to only confirm the growingly obvious. Ahhhh, yes. It had been the sigil he was glancing at, in the play of light and shadow that played across her. Nothing else.

Her name eluded him, nor was it pressed for. Not then, as the chill air coming down from the Wall did more than make the flames dance. It bit through fur, leather and mail as cleanly as a searing knife. The night sky was clear, no threat of snow in the air. But that meant something just as troubling. Cold. A chill that would sap fire from a man’s blood and steal the breath from their lungs.

It was these reasons that inspired Waymar to gesture towards the Great Hall, the promise of warmth seen in the orange glow coming from the windows. The coincidental fact that at this hour the Hall would be all but vacant, leaving only the Lady of Winterfell in his company was but a happy coincidence at that. “Come this way, my Lady. You must be freezing after your journey. We’ll get you a cup of mulled wine and you can tell the tale. As well as to learn what pleasure is owed for such a visit.”

[serwaymarroyce]

𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 :   HERA KOSTOPOULIS 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚒.   𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢.  𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟺.   𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.   ©

[serwaymarroyce]

         𝐎𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

            Independent Original Character of HOTD. Established 2022, penned by Emily

[serwaymarroyce]

“Ohhh, you would not believe the lengths that were went to learn the date of your name day, my friend. Long, candlelit hours scouring forgotten volumes of lore in the Citadel. Bribery of the highest of Bravossi officials. Secret, forgotten rituals with spellsingers undertaken beneath a blood moon at the changing of the season in Asshai-by-the-shadow.”

Waymar fought to keep his tone as serious as an autumn storm, growing quieter and quieter as if some unseen listener may be straining to eavesdrop upon them. To his credit a straight face was kept until the very end. Until, like a sheet of ice that had long been melted beneath the summer sun, the mask of seriousness fell and a wry smile replaced it. “Either that or you mentioned it before, and I’d not forgotten.”

Waymar poured a fresh cup of whatever it was they were drinking that evening, a Dornish red from the look of it as it poured into his, and then into her cup. “Who could possibly forget such an important day?”

Bottle placed back down, and cup claimed, Waymar raised his in a toast to his dear companion. “Happy name day, Hera. May all your dreams come true this year.”

CONTINUATION  WITH:    @serwaymarroyce​    ,    ...    " 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. "

smile  fades  if  only  slightly  at  the  words    ──────    replaced  briefly  by  bewilderment.  lips  attempt  to  form  a  thought,  a  question  ―yet  words  seem  to  dry  upon  her  tongue.  instead  she  watches,  studies  the  mysterious  package  he  handles  so  tenderly,  the  crinkle  of  the  paper  a  surprisingly  pleasant  sound  ―  one  that  sprinkled  memories  all  around,  a  sense  of  warmth  and  nostalgia...  she  blinks  as  the  bouquet  is  revealed,  beautiful  blue  petals  revealed  in  an  exquisite  display,  filling  the  room  with  a  sweet  aroma  ―  thieving  the  very  breath  from  her  lungs.  "  how  did  you    ―    when...?  "  the  smile  returns  to  her  lips,  a  pleasant  surprise  despite  her  disbelief,  however,  confusion  lingering  upon  her  brow.  "  oh,  they're  beautiful  of  course,  but  i...i  do  not  understand...  "  wide,  jade-green  eyes  searching  her  companion  as  if  he  held  some  secret  magic  ―  "  how  did  you  know?  "