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[donahontes]

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Sansa had already spent too much time pacing the solar; she was certain she'd wear a dip in the floor. Being Queen wasn't exactly what she had imagined, and doing it alone—well, that made it far more difficult. The North was filled with new faces and people she didn't know if she could trust, but it didn't stop her from trusting her best judgment. Her people had already lost so much, and now, their wanting her to provide an heir wasn't exactly a hard ask after the years of uncertainty...

Lord Manderly had been the most persistent, but breaking the news to him that she would not have a King ruling beside her but more of a consort—well, he didn't seem too pleased. Despite her best interests, she kept her mouth shut, though even a fly on the wall could tell that that had been more than enough.

Missing the familiar faces of those she had fought so hard to return for, "Your grace, you've got a visitor," a maid spoke before bowing out of the room; she hadn't even had time to ask who it was.

[incissam]

@fxcdboys sent: Without you there's nothing left to fight for.

The words that he spoke could be taken multiple ways considering her position as she stood with him atop the Wall looking out to where their mutual enemy was. He had seen the others beyond the wall the white walkers they called them an army of frozen undead she could hardly believe the sound of it. Yet when the call for aid came she answered because she felt the pull to do so to protect her kingdom even if she hadn’t claimed it just yet. Her mind flashed back briefly to the visions from the house of the undying and hearing something about the long night and winter coming she felt this was the moment.

Violet eyes looked up at Jon taking him in for a moment and nodding her head understanding the words. Without her and her dragons supporting the men all hope would be lost. “I suppose you’re right, Lord Snow.” She gripped at the side of the wall letting the cold seep into her bones as she strained to look for this impending doom that she hadn’t laid eyes on yet. “Though do not lose hope, I’m not gone and if they mean to take me I will go down fighting.” She gave him a reassuring look before pushing off the wall and putting her hands behind her back addressing him once more. “I suppose you have a plan for the on coming attack?”

[ragnaarson]

fxcdboys:

Jaime smiled at her softly before pulling a chair out for her. "we should sit down first before talking more. Besides the food is also starting to get cold. " He said as he sat down. Jaime grabbed a glass of wine and sipped on it as she asked about her father. It was no surprise that she would. After all she had been separated from her father for so long. And now the old man had passed away. She must have so many questions. Not to mention he knew him better than her. "Your father always talked about how proud and happy he was of you. I didn't know him that much as we hardly had time to be hanging around with each other too much. But from the conversations we had he always talked about you. His wish was that he could see you again but he couldn't sadly because of his duties. He kept talking about how beautiful and smart and strong his little girl had grown up to be. I have also never seen a man who was into his duties so much. He was a true servant to the king and his death has been a big loss for everyone. " He said to her with a nod of his head. At her next words he smiled at her. "hot springs sound lovely. But it is unclear how long we will be here. Don't think it should be too long. It's just a simple visit from the king. We will be back to king's landing in no time. " He shook his head at her next words. "please I mean what I say. I am only telling the truth. Besides your eyes are reminiscent of the people of old valyria. It's strange but intriguing. "

Like the gentlemen that he was not, Jaime pulled out Alayne’s chair, allowing her to fall into its seat with ease. Her skirts swished with the act, creating an oh so beautiful flurry of movement, a flurry that oscillated against the overhead torches, creating an illusion of crisp-white snow. “We shall dig in then lest our food grow as cold as the night,” she responded lightly, knowing that this particular night had been frigid. Snow had been falling for hours, painting the earth in its cold, ivory hues. She had grown accustomed to the weather, had allowed her bones to acclimate to its chill, but that did not mean she liked to let her food go cold, nor that she liked to let her wine sit. That much could be seen in how she picked up her chalice, bringing it to her lips to take a plentiful sip of its rich, mauve liquid. Said liquid made a hasty descent down her throat into her belly, warming her insides all the while.

If only Father was as devoted to his family as he was to the king, she thought somberly as Jaime spoke of Jon, letting her know that the man had been with her in thought, despite rarely being with her in person. “Do you believe that my lord father’s death was as simple as meets the eye, Ser Jaime? There are rather . . . troubling whispers that it was not an accident.” The myriad of whispers surrounding the death of the king’s late hand were troubling, to say the least, but Alayne was not so brazen as to blatantly point any fingers. Not until she found proof of wrongdoing, anyway. That was why the topic was only touched on briefly before she moved on to the hot springs. “A shame. If you find a moment alone and wish to see the springs, I would be honored to show you the way. They’re off the beaten path.”

Heat prickled at the back of Alayne’s neck when Jaime insisted that her eyes were remarkable, so much so that they reminded him of the lost peoples of the Valyrian Freehold. “Yours are intriguing as well. They’re reminiscent of emeralds, the prettiest jewels of the Summer Isles.”

[donahontes]

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Jon has been travelling around lately and hasn’t been to the north for a long time. He knew that the north would be in good hands under Sansa as their new queen. She had all the tools to make a great queen and for a great leader. While he had been traveling around, he started hearing whispers about the challenges Sansa was facing. He knew she would have to take a husband sooner rather than later and have heirs. Not to mention there were many people around her both old and new as always, she didn’t have much idea on who could be trusted. Which was why Jon made his way back to the north because he knew deep down that she would need him.

It took him some time but after a while he finally made it back to Winterfell. Once he did, he quickly started looking around the place to see what had changed before sending a servant to find Sansa. He told the servant to not tell her that it was him who had come to visit him because he wanted it to be a surprise. Once the maid left the room Jon entered with a big smile on his face. He then bowed in front of her. “Your grace.” He simply said before looking up at her eyes again.

A soft breath escaped her as she moved across the room towards him and the first smile in what felt like a century bloomed on her face. Throwing her arms around him she hugged him tightly, “Gods, Jon... I’m so happy to see you,” Her voice cracking, full of emotion.  Ever since Arya had left there hadn’t been a Stark but herself within the walls of Winterfell. To say it bothered her was putting it lightly, it felt as if everyone who knew of the world before now was gone - for they never treated her the same and she felt as if the woman she was before was gone. 

“It’s been... a nightmare,” she whispered then pulled back to get a look at him, “North of the wall suits you well then?”