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iamyourdailydoseofbi · 6 months ago

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OH, WHO IS SHE? ( HOTD x Reader )

author notes: thanks so much for the love! stay happy and safe! pairing: King Aegon ii Targaryen x Death! Reader key words: h/c = hair color, e/c = eye color prompt: You've been haunting Aegon since Rook's Rest. word count: 600+ words

Aegon did not know who or what you were. You always came at the same time, wearing the small hooded cloak that hid your face, a soft linen with little gold embroidery on the trim. You are always whispering to him, most of the time he did not hear what you were saying, your words coming out like a gust of wind. Too fast and too gentle for him to cling onto until it was too late.

Sometimes you did not speak at all, just standing like a ghost at the foot of his bed, the dark shadows of the room keeping your face hidden. He craved to know more. To even get a glimpse of your features, like a hint of your hair color or just the outline of your face. What were you? Who were you? Were you a part of the staff? Someone that he had never met before? Or were you just a figment of his imagination, fueled by the heavy doses of milk of the poppy?

Tonight, he would get an answer.

Staring droopy eyed at the foot of his bed, he waited for you to appear, the heavy dose of milk of the poppy keeping his injuries numb and stated. He was still forced on bed rest, the left side of his body tender and healing from the burns of dragonfire of Meleys. Hearing a gust of wind slam against the window, he tilts his head to the side, watching the curtains blow and rattle.

Licking his chapped bottom lip, he catches a soft whisper filling the room, his head turning back to look at the foot of his bed. Seeing you stand there, he slightly perks up as much as he could with his injuries, his eyes no longer as droopy as before. His fingers twitch, brushing against the soft linen bed sheet, longing to reach out for you. Inspecting you, you looked the same as always.

“It’s you.” He croaks out, his throat dry.

“Upsurger King, chokes on wine.” You whisper nonsense, “Dies like a rat, oh, so divine.”

“Won’t you come closer?” He croaks out, licking his lip with his tongue.

“No.”

Watching you turn your head to the side, he catches a glimpse of wispy strands of hair peeking out, his eyes fixating on the strands of ( h/c ). It would be something that he clings onto for the rest of his days. Your hair was ( h/c ). You had ( h/c ) hair. His mind reeling with a new thousand questions, was your hair curly? Or straight? Or wavy? Was it long? Or short? Did you style it like other Ladies in the Court, with jewels and braids? Or were you more simple and let it flow loose and freely? Seeing you take a step back from the foot of his bed, he cursed his injuries, wanting to reach out and stop you from leaving.

“No? Please, come to me.” He begs, his voice trembling as tears build up.

“You will die.” You babble on nonsense, “Wine. Fall. Sword. Fire. Four children with Hightower blood, yes, yes, shall die.”

“No, no, just come to me. Please, do not leave me alone.” He whimpers, hoping to get you closer.

Surprisingly, you obey and saunter over to him. Watching you slowly stalk towards him like a predator stalking its prey, you pull down the hood of your cloak, the shadows hiding most of your features. The only thing he could see as clear as day was two ( e/ c ) eyes staring deep into his soul. He shivers in his place on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

He was sure now, that this had to be a dream of some kind. There was no other reason for your strange babbles and the darkness perfectly hiding your face from his view, even though the moonlight filled his chambers. If you were nothing but a dream? Why did you feel so real? Like if he reached out, he would be able to touch you.

“You came.” He whimpered out, his bottom lip trembling.

“I must.” You breathe out, “I must come to you. Tis’ my duty to do so.”

“Who are you?” He breathes out, his fingers twitching against the bedsheet.

“You walked with me once, twas’ in a dream. You danced with dragon flames.” You whisper, “You called for me as they took you from Rook’s Rest.”

Shivering at you, raising your voice more clearly, there was something so soothing about it, like honey dripping down his throat. He faintly remembered his Mother had mentioned that the Stranger would be like this, so mysterious and soothing, meant to guide those to eternal rest. Is that what you were doing? Had you come to take him to a peaceful eternal rest?

“Are you the Stranger?” He whispers, “Have you come to take me?”

“No.” You state, no longer whispering.

“No?”

“When the sun rises, on the sixth moon of 131, your line shall end.” You state, vanishing into thin air.

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dumbkiri · 15 days ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 2

𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗫 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘!𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

Part One

We arrive in Winterfell!

You woke up with a killer headache and covered in sticky sweat. All your efforts to calm your raging hard on yesterday painted your bedsheets and pillows. You groaned in disgust at the sight that greeted you and you felt bad for the maids that would clean up in here soon. You never knew you could release so much, but you blamed it on the fact you had a wine that urged you forth.

You threw the sheet on your body off to the side and stood up to stretch your sore body. One glance at the ajar window told you that dawn had approached. You woke up at a good time to freshen up and get ready for the trip up North.

The fire in the hearth died out as soon as you looked at it as if the entity in it disappeared. The crackle of the dying light barely noticeable, yet enough to get you moving. It sensed your decision to follow its unending order thus darkening your room a little bit more with its absence.

After cleaning yourself up, you dressed yourself in red and gold, the colors of your house before attaching your scabbard to your belt. The weight of your sword gave you comfort as you never left yourself unarmed in any given situation. You went as far as arming yourself with a dagger up the sleeve of your [dominant] hand.

The letter by your bedside table captured your attention remembering the contents in it. Your father wrote to you about a potential marriage prospect. The idea of marriage wasn’t entirely new to you, especially if your future lady was going to be Sansa Stark, the eldest daughter of the Stark Family.

Marrying Sansa Stark wasn’t a matter of consequences or anything of the sort. Actually you fell for the girl, but she fell much harder for you. Spending time with the Stark family could do that to a boy who was new to his feelings.

You spent many of your winters having fun in Winterfell while Jon and Robb spent their summers training with you at Casterly Rock. The time spent in Winterfell allowed you to get to know the entire Stark Family. You recalled the times Arya and Sansa would watch you and their brothers spar.

Meanwhile, Robb and Jon were your childhood friends and you had many stories to tell your siblings about them when you returned home. Cersei never really cared for the Stark boys, but she listened to your enthusiasm. She was especially interested in the look you had in your eyes when you watched Sansa work on her newest embroidery project.

Thus Cersei actually engaged in a conversation with you regarding your crush on the eldest Stark girl. You didn’t tell her much despite her pestering. You had this feeling that Cersei was up to something, the familiarity of her cunning eyes warned you from giving her any straight answer.

You focused your gaze onto your door and walked out of your room, wanting to prepare your horse for a long journey to Winterfell. It has been a year since you visited the Stark Family, but you received an occasional letter from Robb and Jon. Many letters were actually exchanged between you and Sansa.

She shared her newest creations with you and you sent her new material from all around the world for her to experiment with. You felt bad that you haven’t visited her in awhile, but the voice in the fire pushed you away. You grew tense when it told you to visit the north because you had no idea what awaited you there.

So far you did your best to navigate away from the north.

Now with company, you could do so without the lingering fear. This betrothal between you and Sansa has been put off for too long. You were wondering when Eddard Stark would demand your presence. You could hear him talking about honor already and you have yet to saddle your horse.

“My Lord, a letter from Winterfell,” Your squire hastily walked up to you with his head bowed. He hands you a small bound scroll with the Stark sigil on it. You fear that you spoke too soon.

He walked away giving you personal space to read the scroll. Breaking the seal, you carefully unraveled the parchment waiting for the demand to hit you like a horse’s kick.

[Name],

When can we expect you to arrive in Winterfell? It’s been a long time since the North has been graced by your oh so warmth. Seriously, my mother has been chewing off my head as much as Sansa has asking about your whereabouts. If you don’t arrive in Winterfell soon, they might just send my father to come fetch you.

And no, they do not know you’re at King’s Landing like I do. I expect you will tell them soon?

Robb

You smiled at the sarcasm painting the parchment, but frowned at the threat of Ned coming to get you. You wouldn’t want the Lord of Winterfell to waste resources traveling to Casterly Rock when you were stationed at King’s Landing.

You knew the King was best friends with Ned and he must have received word that the King would be making his way up North. This means that Ned wouldn’t be traveling to Casterly Rock when he has to greet the King in Winterfell. Especially after the King’s most recent Hand has passed away…unexpectedly. You had your suspicions on what Jon Arryn got to and who ended him, but kept to yourself like you’ve always done.

After all, it was your family that was involved in it.

You pocketed the letter in your bag settled on the side of your black mare with a pat. Then you watched the Royal Family walk into their respectful carriages. Surprisingly the King made his way over to you with a small frown on his face.

Cersei looked over her shoulder to see her husband make his way to you. Her eyes are asking you for an answer as to why you garnered attention from her husband. Only to get no answer from your mismatched eyes. She urged her children into the carriage then followed after them with regal authority reminding you exactly who was in charge. If it’s an answer she wants, she’ll get it one way or another.

“Why haven’t you married Sansa yet?” The King questioned with a heavy huff, he towered over you in strength and size, but you were still a growing boy. You had two more years to reach his height being six and a half feet tall. You stood at a proud 6 foot at the age of 16, already taller than his first born son; Joffrey. And more toned as you're trained for the days you would command an army.

Patiently, you responded to him with utmost respect. Cersei may have some hatred for Robert, but you held no ill will to the man that brought the Targaryens down. Robert was a legendary figure on the battlefield, you admire his strength.

You bowed your head and said, “My father is in the process of handling the wedding as we speak. While waiting patiently for his word, I have been communicating with my lady easing her worry. I apologize if our timeline does not fit with yours, your grace.”

Robert scoffed and gestured around him, “Just have the wedding here, boy. I’ll let your father know of my plans and I will finally have the Starks off my ass about this “long awaited” wedding.”

“Your grace that is very kind of you, but-”

“Not another word,” Robert threatened then lowly said, “I respect you for your strength and how you hold yourself up. Unlike Joffrey, you don’t have your guards punish someone. You do it yourself and fight like a man. So don’t tarnish your reputation with me by rejecting my offer. You and Sansa will marry under my roof and that’s final.”

You bowed your head and said, “Thank you, your grace. We will be honored to have our wedding here.”

You watched him walk away with approval of your submissive nature. Not that you wanted to back down in the first place. You wanted the wedding to be small and with the two families that will join together soon.

“You hear that, Rain?” With ease you mounted your horse and combed your fingers through the mane, “The wedding is going to be here.”

Rain huffed and threw his head back as a response. What did that mean?

It could mean a number of things and you’d like to think Rain hated the idea of the wedding being held here too.

…

“Really, he said that?” Jaime chuckled seeing the displeased look on your face. His golden horse and your black mare neighed at one another while you two conversed in the outskirts of the camp. The two animals watching some soldiers wake up from the groggy sleep at the crack of dawn.

You never confided with your other siblings about your marriage with Sansa, but for some reason you spoke to Jaime about it. He knew all about the duties of marrying someone. After all they shared a father that drilled into their head the importance of passing down a legacy. A legacy Tywin stopped forcing down Jaime’s throat and instead focused on the new lion that came along.

You also shared the details of the wedding between you and Sansa in King’s Landing with your oldest brother because he didn’t think very highly of the King. He didn’t have great opinions about the King in general, so hearing his thoughts on your wedding would make you feel better. At least someone would be honest with you.

“Yes, I believe if I married Sansa a lot earlier than maybe I could have avoided all of this. Now my wedding will be a spectacle for the people of the court and let’s not forget about the bedding ceremony. I don’t think I can do it. She’s only 13 and I heard she hasn’t flowered.”

Which was a good thing to you. You can’t think to bed Sansa at such a young age although many couples have done so before. Even Targaryens weren’t against the idea of marrying between their inner circle. The bedding ceremony was tradition, a tradition you cannot partake in.

Jaime hummed and loosened the hold on his reins, “Maybe you don’t have to, I mean if she hasn’t bled yet. Although people will question whether the marriage has been consummated and we’ll just have to take your word.”

He gave you a wink knowing that this would bother you even more.

You rolled your eyes and swiftly said, “When she does flower, I will take my time with her. Sansa is a very gentle girl and I have no intentions in ruining her. She will be my lady and I will show her respect.”

“Sometimes women like to be-”

“We’re children, Jaime,” You bit before he could chew some more, “Intimacy should be discussed between the man and the woman, we have yet to become that. I will take my time with her and not tarnish a girl of becoming a lady.”

Jaime surrendered with a heavy sigh, but not completely. The oldest Lannister brother wanted to tease a bit more, “I’m surprised you kept your chastity for so long, you must have a desire to bed Sansa as soon as possible. You are a boy growing into a man soon.”

You felt compelled to slap the back of Jaime’s head with your hand. To watch that shit eating grin on his face turn into a surprised look would make your day. But you could not do it because you felt a hungry stare on your body. Like someone was feasting on your oblivious state of mind.

Jaime watched you look around the settlement with a guarded gaze and your black mare neighing at the discomfort from your unease. He settled his hand on his pommel just in time for you to snap at him, “Ambush!”

As soon as the word left your mouth, a loose tip of an arrow grazed the bridge of your nose and cheek. It snapped into the tree next to you and you pulled your horse into a sprint. Going into the opposite direction of Jaime, you heard him shout, alarming the rest of the soldiers of the impending attack.

You could feel the blood run down your face and you pulled your sword out from its sheath. A man dressed in rags ran out from the bushes with a rusted dagger high into the air. He aimed for your horse’s neck and you were quick to swing your sword. His attacking arm came clean off with a cry of agony leaving his mouth.

The man fell to the floor clutching his wounded arm to his chest and you turned around to finish the job. Your horse ran at him and you struck him with a fatal blow, ending his miserable life.

“I have gold! Plenty of gold for you to have!”

“Then hand it over, dwarf!”

You heard a commotion going on in front of you just a few feet away. In the dim light nature provided you, you saw Tyrion in his night clothes throw a bag of gold on the floor. His attacker picked it up with haste and sliced the air with his dagger, “I know you have more! You’re a Lannister and…”

You drowned his voice out and slid the dagger from your sleeve into your hand. Your breathing slowed into a calm rhythm and you held the blade between your fingertips. Raising your arm up, you flicked downward and watched the dagger cut through the air as fast as lightning.

Tyrion raised his hands in surrender and said, “Of course, I can get you more! I just need-”

SQUELCH!

Tyrion flinched as the stream of blood flew out of the robber’s head, a dagger with a gold hilt deeply wedged inside the body part. He looked to the left to see you on top of your horse hidden in the shadows of the trees. You looked like some type of demon with the darkness covering your barely noticeable form.

“Tyr, you okay?”

Your horse trotted up to him and you dismounted with ease. Tyrion noted that you didn’t have to kneel down to check if he had injuries like he was some child. But you were a giant compared to him and the dead body at your horse’s hooves.

“He almost had you there.”

When Tyrion’s initial shock washed away, he saw the blood cover the right side of your face. It started below your eye and reached the bridge of your nose. He wanted to ask if you were alright, but you beat him to it, “Just an arrow.”

You stood up from the dirt and wiped your bloody face. Then you looked down at him, “This is going to scar, isn’t it?”

Tyrion nodded his head, “Yes, but the ladies will still swoon over you.”

You scoffed and just as the morning light touched the earth, you witnessed the knights have captured and slained the bandits that threatened the Royal Family. Word reached the North fast about the King visiting Winterfell, which must have made hungry bandits dumb enough to try and rob the carriages.

“Seems like everyone is still alive and doing well.” Tyrion picked up his bag of gold from the grubby hands of the dead man, “Except you, go get that wound stitched up or something. It could get infected.”

You put your sword away and pressed your foot on the dead man’s head. Leaning over you pulled your dagger from his head and wiped the blood on your pant leg twice to clean it. “Aren’t you going to thank me first? I saved you from a gruesome death.”

You weren’t into praise, but for some reason today felt like you deserved one. Probably because you almost died. Luckily for you, the arrow missed its mark.

Tyrion watched you and shrugged his shoulders, “Would you like me to relish the idea of being alive or that man dying at your deadly dagger?”

Your attention brought Tyrion’s eyes away from the dead man and to you standing over it like a lion over its deceased prey. But something else radiated off your body, the sneaking feeling crawling up his spine when your eyes glared at him. You slid the dagger back up your arm and he tilted his head at the secret you kept up your sleeve.

“Why not both? They could be stated together,” Your wound didn’t stop bleeding and you paid no mind to the taste of iron in your mouth as you spoke, “‘Thank you [Name] because you killed that man, you saved my life and I am grateful’. Not that difficult to say.”

“He was only robbing us because he’s obviously poor,” Tyrion argued back.

You rolled your eyes and countered back, “He would have killed you the moment you gave him more gold. Men like him don’t care for the lives of the rich. One day you’ll encounter a man who will kill you because someone paid him.”

“Then I’ll offer him more than what the person offered to spare my life.”

“You aren’t getting the point which is fine, it’s your life to live and die for,” You grabbed the reins and led your horse to one of the traveling maesters' carriage to stitch up your wound. To the side, you watched Jaime comfort Cersei with his hands on her face. You stopped in your path and barely heard him whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

“Ned Stark would be a fool to accept the King’s proposal,” You told your horse quietly, “A wolf doesn’t make a home in the lion’s den.” Your horse nudged his head into your chest reminding you that soon a wolf will make a home in the lion’s den, your home.

“Ah, of course, my lady is a different case.” You smiled despite the pain it brought to your new wound.

…

The arrival in Winterfell is a stark contrast to the arrival in King’s Landing. The air was cooler and it didn’t smell like piss or shit. You always loved the area Winterfell was surrounded by. You found peace in the north more than you did in the south. But Casterly Rock will always be your home and you couldn’t wait to expand it with Sansa as your wife.

As Lord of Casterly Rock, you will protect your family with the Lannister army and the gold belonging to your family. Your father helped you with most of it, but when he is gone you will rely on his teachings.

And change the way he taught you. You wouldn’t beat knowledge into your children. You knew the pain and you promised yourself that no child of yours would go through that too.

When you dismounted your horse and heard the Royal Family being announced to the King, you felt a body tackle your legs in a tight hug. Looking down at the small child, you laughed at the excitement on the little girl’s face looking up at you.

“Arya!” You looked around the courtyard at the soldiers moving around then back to her, “you little daredevil! You’re supposed to be meeting the King and his family. Your mother is going to kill you and me when she finds out you snuck around to greet me first.”

Arya smirked and released your leg with her hands behind her back, “I just wanted to make Sansa jealous! She can’t wait to see you, but I saw you first! Are you really marrying my sister? She’s not someone I’d choose. Also where did you get that new cut?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her joke. Then you grabbed her gloved hand in yours, leading the girl back to her family, “Yes, I am and I like to think she’s the only lady for me. When we do marry, you can train with me at Casterly Rock. I can teach you all my cool moves. As for this cut, we fought some bandits on the way here. One guy was quick enough to nick me, two others weren't so lucky to live.”

“You said that the last time and it’s been forever since you last visited us. You were supposed to marry Sansa awhile ago already,” Arya yanked your arm as a punishment and you sighed. She completely dismissed the bandit story telling you she hopes to hear more during dinner.

“I would like to apologize for taking forever, I just needed to prepare my home to become Sansa’s home. She’s going to miss the north and most of all, her family. You do realize I’m taking your sister away right?”

“Good riddance,” Arya huffed out and you shook your head at her reaction. You had the privilege of having one sister, you couldn’t imagine two that would fight with one another every day. You remember these two, Arya and Sansa, bickering back and forth while the boys just spar with one another.

“Has your father ever let you and Sansa battle it out with one another?” You asked with a mischievous look on your face. Not that you wanted Sansa to endure the wrath from Arya, but it’ll be good for the girls to let out some pent up anger. “It’ll be good for the two of you to fight with nothing holding you back. No mannerisms or familial relations to tie you down.”

Arya’s eyes lit up in excitement and she gripped your hand tighter, “What a great idea! I’ll propose it to father when-”

Your bout of laughter cut her off and you two rounded around the royal carriage with it dying down. King Robert, his family and the Starks were all looking at you with a lone wolf in your grasp.

“It seems like one of your wolves left the pack a little too early, Lord Stark,” You playfully pushed Arya towards her family with a charming smile that killed the ladies. The little girl blushed at your soft expression and ran towards her mother’s arms.

“Lord Lannister, finally upholding your honor to marry my daughter?” Ned’s voice cut like ice and you knew you weren’t going to be easily accepted for putting the wedding off for as long as you did.

“I look forward to making Sansa my wife, Lord Stark,” You stepped up and respectfully bowed your head to the King who acknowledged you with respect, “I would like to make an announcement if you don’t mind?”

Ned nodded his head and Catelyn looked at you with anticipation. You looked at the parents of your fiance and smiled, “Our wedding should be held in King’s Landing with King Robert’s blessing. He is most excited about our union and he offered to handle everything including costs, but of course I will handle some of it as well.”

“This is true?” Ned looked at his old friend and Robert nodded his head with a smile.

“When you keep prattling about this boy and your daughter, I had to force his hand. No one can reject a King’s offer though he did try.”

Robert patted your shoulder with a huff and smile. Meanwhile you ignored the look from Cersei. You could feel the lioness’ jealousy.

“Wow, how did you land a royal wedding before any of us?” A new voice spoke up and a big hand landed on your shoulder. Red hair entered your line of vision and your best friend gave you a grin along with a welcoming hug, “Welcome back, little lion, did my letter reach you?”

You hugged Robb back and chuckled, “Just in time, I was worried your father was going to hunt me down. Perhaps Lady Stark would join him.”

You heard Catelyn scoff from the side as her hand brushed your back, her voice held with content, “You are a kind boy, don’t ruin your image by breaking my daughter’s heart or I will come after you. Although it seems like someone else ruined your perfectly handsome face. The King has told us about the lot of you running into bandits.”

Robb released you so you could give Catelyn a formal greeting. You picked up her hand that touched you and kissed the top of her glove, promising her, “Sansa will be protected and satisfied, Lady Stark. I will love her for all my days. And yes, the bandits were handled swiftly, no one can defeat the Kingsguard.”

Catelyn huffed with her small smile and Robb stepped in saying, “Don’t speak your vows to my mother, Sansa looks to be jealous already.”

You chuckled and straightened out your back to greet Sansa. Her blue eyes were settled onto you from the moment she saw Arya’s hand in yours. Your house colors always fascinated her and you looked so handsome standing there greeting her family like an old friend. Which you were, but to her, you have always been the boy she grew up to have a crush on.

She would even dare say that the newly stitched wound on your face fit you. A man strong enough to face death and conquer it.

To her, you were the man she wanted to marry. You were becoming a man her father will become great allies with in the future, a best friend to her older brother, and another big brother to her younger siblings.

“My lady?”

Your voice brought her from her trance and her eyes focused on your worried form. You didn’t step any closer towards her direction afraid that she was giving you the silent treatment. All eyes were on her and Sansa took one step forward then threw herself into your arms.

“Damn I owe Jon some coins.”

You heard Robb mutter to you with a teasing tone while Sansa swatted him away from the cute reunion she was trying to have with you. Before you could question Robb by what he meant, Sansa pulled away with a blush, “They made a bet whether or not I would forgive you.”

You laughed at the Stark siblings and embraced her back, with as much love for her as she did you, maybe even more so. You missed the way she smelled, she reminded you of the godswood and winter in general.

She cools you down. Sometimes you have your bouts of disagreements. But she was your winter breeze in your afternoon sun.

“Uncle, please introduce me to your lovely lady and her family. You did interrupt our introductions.”

Joffrey’s voice caught your attention away from Sansa and you pulled away from her gently. Allowing her to hold your arm with hers as you nodded your head, “Of course, Sansa this is Prince Joffrey and I’m sure her family can introduce themselves to you. I still need to unpack my things, I’m afraid the lone wolf stopped me from doing so with a tackle.”

From a distance, you heard Arya laugh from behind her mother’s cloak of deep blue and gray. You looked down to see the young Stark girl stick her tongue at you to which Catelyn swiped at her face with a disapproving gaze.

You chuckled at the girl and looked back at Robert asking for dismissal and he nodded his head, “Aye, go on. Ned, let’s have a word whilst we visit your sister.”

Sansa regrettably released you from her hold and you gave her a warm smile, “I won’t be gone long. I will be back before you know it.”

“Of course,” She whispered and focused on the other royal family, your family. Sansa would do anything to appease your sister to make sure you knew she did her best to get along with them.

Yet you never warned her to stray away from Cersei. And it was too late as the Queen had a plan in motion. To diminish Sansa’s character and get you to focus on herself. After all, Cersei could not lose a Lion to a Wolf.

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