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follow-my-literature · 11 months ago
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CALLING ALL READERS. I NEED YOUR HELP
VOTING ENDS IN 6 HOURS - as of 2:51 on Dec 28
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I'm back from my hiatus, and I've decided to reorganize my writings. I have pulled them all and have picked the best ones to keep. Now, I need you to pick which story you want to read first. Make sure to check out the synopsis before you make your choice.
I do apologize, there was an issue with the last poll I had created. Please if you voted before, just take a moment to revote.
*Poll is open for O N E W E E K *One-shots are not included in this list.
all story synopses are located here.
To those who are seeing this and don't enjoy "𝕩 Reader" fanfictions:
I apologize. I just want to reach as many people as possible. I have been away for a long time. Perhaps suggest another way for me to tag if it bothers you since this wasn't an issue when I used to write.
Again:
all story synopses are located here.
VOTING IS OVER.
First story will be
A Palace Full of Cranks
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theredquill · 11 months ago
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fic: i will never die — bloodraven has his ghosts and now bran has his. Heistia Umber, no trace of blood but her hair, like she was trying to dye it red, her white shift, like losing the sight of her in the snow . Jojen Reed, with his terrifying green eyes and haunting dreams. They would haunt him now, all he had to do was wait.
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lovebaela · 7 months ago
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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH - MASTERLIST
(Bran Stark x Fem!Targaryen OC)
A/N - Not gonna lie yall, I’m more productive with this story on Wattpad 😭😭 I think I might stick with posting on there instead. The chapters I’ve posted here have been slightly changed there too. I’ll put the link of it below.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/367425499?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=lovebaela
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“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒏’𝒕 𝒃�� 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 .”
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⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
Rhaella is the daughter of Mad King Aerys’ younger brother. Before the rebellion of Robert Baratheon, he fled to the Summer Isles, where he fell in love with a woman. He married her and they both consummated their marriage. Rhaella doesn’t know much about her parents, and always struggled with having a true home. One fateful day, her cousin Viserys sent her away to the Starks. Little did he know, that was the start of her journey of self-discovery.
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“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 , 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 . 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 .”
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⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
Bran is the fourth child of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. All he ever wanted was to become a knight. He always thought one day he would join the kingsguard. That was until the day he found out he was betrothed to Rhaella. He didn’t think much of it, still able to be a warrior…until the day he became broken. All he wants is to find a purpose now in his life.
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✮ ₊ Chapters ✧ ᵔ₊ 𓆪
1, 2, 3, 4
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Disclaimer: I don’t own asoiaf, any pictures, or gifs that I use in the series🤍
Art by eleneyaart, fredrickruntu
Dividers by @saradika-graphics @saradika
Taglist: @lover-of-books-and-tea
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the-fiction-witch · 5 days ago
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Poor Thing
Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Jojen Reed Couple - Jojen X Reader Reader - (OC) Lyanna Rating - 18 + hj/ bj/ nudity/ secret sex / fingering/ eating out/ pinv / full sex /Ejaculate Word Count - 2687 Requested- Can you do Jojen Reed for Thomas Brodie-Sangster? Jojen Reed for Thomas Brodie Sangster
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Jojen sat beside the campfire with his blanket across his lap, everyone else had long since fallen asleep for the night but jojen stayed up watching the flames and listening to the sounds of the woods around him,
"You’re still up?" Lyanna Stark asked as she sat down beside him,
“I'm just...thinking,” Jojen replied softly, his eyes fixed on the flames dancing in the fire pit. “I had another dream last night.” His gaze drifted towards Lyanna, his expression serious. “A raven came to me, and it spoke of a great darkness spreading across the land.”
she smiled sadly "you poor thing, I can imagine you don't sleep much ..."
“It's not so bad,” Jojen said quietly, his brow furrowed in thought. “The dreams help me understand what's coming.” He glanced at Lyanna, his eyes deepening with concern. “But sometimes they're hard to decipher, and that makes it harder to rest.”
she nodded "I cannot imagine how hard it is for you ... I can guess you likely don't want to sleep unsure the horrors you may be seeing,"
“That's exactly it,” Jojen's voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes clouding over with a mix of fear and resignation. “When I sleep, the Three-Eyed Crow comes to me, and it shows me... terrible things.” He hesitated, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “Battles fought and lost, cities burning, people dying…” Jojen's gaze drifted back to the fire, his face etched with a sense of foreboding. “It's always something dark and ominous, Lyanna. And it leaves me feeling... trapped.”
"if you like... Your always welcome to sleep next to me? Maybe I could help, if you start to have bad dreams I could cuddle you until you feel better?" she gently smiled,
A faint smile played on Jojen's lips as he looked at Lyanna, his eyes softening with gratitude.
That would mean a lot to me,
He reached out and gently took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle grasp. “Sometimes, just having someone there helps calm my mind.” Jojen's gaze held Lyanna's, his expression sincere. “Thank you for offering,” He squeezed her hand lightly before releasing it,
she smiled and softly kissed his cheek
Jojen's cheeks flushed slightly as he felt Lyanna's warm breath on his skin, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he turned his head, his eyes meeting Lyanna's in a gentle gaze. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the only sound the crackling of the fire between them. Then, without thinking, Jojen leaned forward, his lips brushing against Lyanna's in a soft, sweet kiss.
Lyanna kissed him back happily moving closer until they where snuggled up beside the fire together,
As they kissed, Jojen's hands slipped around Lyanna's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together, warm and intimate beside the fire. His tongue danced with hers, sending shivers down his spine as she nuzzled deeper into his chest. Their breathing grew heavier, synchronized as they wrapped themselves tighter around each other, the flames dancing across their faces in a golden glow.
Jojen's fingers trailed down Lyanna's back, tracing the curves of her spine as she arched against him, her moans muffled by his mouth.
In this moment, everything else faded away the darkness of the world beyond the firelight, the weight of his visions and prophecies leaving only the warmth and comfort of Lyanna's presence, and the thrill of discovery that came with exploring their love together.
she slowly pulls back from their kiss to catch her breath and lays her head on his chest "I worry jojen..."
Jojen's arms tightened around Lyanna, holding her close as he listened to the concern etched in her voice. He stroked her hair, his fingers weaving through the tangled locks as he whispered reassurances. “Don't worry, I'm strong enough,” His words were laced with conviction, though a hint of vulnerability crept into his tone. “I'll face whatever comes our way, together,”
she softly nodded and laid her head on his shoulder the two sharing the silence beside the fire, Until she smiled sweetly "In your visions... Do you ever see us?"
Jojen's eyes clouded, his gaze drifting inward as he searched the depths of his own mind. He hesitated, unsure of how to answer, before finally speaking in a hushed tone. “Yes... I've seen us together,” His fingers continued to stroke Lyanna's hair, the motion soothing as he recalled the fragmented images that danced in his mind. “In my dreams, I see us standing side by side, facing challenges and triumphs together.” A small smile played on his lips as he remembered the fleeting glimpses of their future. “You're always there, Lyanna strong, brave, and beautiful.”
"... Humm have you ever seen anything... You shouldn't?" She hinted in a sly whisper
Jojen's eyes snapped back to Lyanna's, a flicker of curiosity sparking within them. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he asked, “What do you mean?” His fingers stilled in Lyanna's hair, his entire body tensing with anticipation as he waited for her response.
A sly smile spread across Lyanna's face, and she glanced around the clearing, ensuring they were truly alone before leaning in closer still. “I mean...have you ever seen us together...in a different way?”
Jojen's pupils dilated, his breathing growing slightly labored as he considered Lyanna's words. He glanced around the clearing once more, ensuring they remained alone, before turning his attention back to her. His voice was low and husky, filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he spoke. “The Three-Eyed Crow... showed me things,” He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “Things that haven't happened yet.”
she chuckled "and has the three eyed raven ever let you see ... Me. Perhaps in the baths of winterfell?" She cooed nuzzling into his neck and sliding her hand down his chest,
Jojen's eyes widened, his heart racing as Lyanna's words dripped with seduction. He felt a surge of heat course through his veins, his skin prickling with gooseflesh as her breath caressed his ear. His fingers instinctively dropped to the hem of her tunic, slipping beneath the fabric to claim her hip, pulling her closer as he growled low in his throat. “The baths... yes…” His voice was barely audible, lost amidst the pounding of his heart, as he envisioned the steam-shrouded pools and the promise of intimacy that lingered within them.
she smirked up at him "Naughty boy," she cooed "using your sight to perv on pretty girls," she smirked her hand slipping under his trousers laces and gently cupping his half hard cock
Jojen's eyes flashed with desire, his hips jerking involuntarily as Lyanna's touch ignited a spar of wildfire within him. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as her fingers wrapped around his erection, sending shivers coursing through every nerve ending in his body. “Oh...Lyanna…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. His hands rose to frame her face, his thumbs tracing the curve of her cheeks as he drew her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and urgent.
she happily kissed him back keeping her hand slowly and gentle as she stroked his cock
Jojen's head spun, his senses overwhelmed by the dual assault of Lyanna's kisses and her gentle strokes. He moaned, his hips bucking upward in time with her movements as he lost himself in the sensation. “More... please…”
she smirked deepening their kiss letting his tounge battle with hers as she unlaced his trousers pulling out his cock "humm such a big boy" she cooed before she began to jerk him off
Jojen's world narrowed to the sensation of Lyanna's mouth on his, her tongue tangling with his in a fierce dance. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she released him from her grasp, his cock springing free from its confinement, “Ah...god…” he whispered, his eyes rolling back in his head as she began to stroke him, her grip firm and confident. Her words, a husky purr of approval, sent shivers down his spine, and he felt himself climbing higher and higher, the pressure building, “Lyanna…” His vision began to blur, colors bleeding together as he teetered on the edge of release. But then, something shifted inside him a sudden jolt of awareness, a sense of connection to the world beyond the confines of their passion. He opened his eyes, focusing intently on Lyanna's face, her features blurred by the haze of desire. “Wait…” he whispered urgently, his hand reaching out to still her motions.
“What is it?”
"not here..." He whispered to pulling himself up and concealing himself so Lyanna happily took his hand and the two ran off into the woods to find somewhere more private
They fled into the trees, leaves crunching beneath their feet as they vanished from view. The sounds of the castle grew fainter, replaced by the rustle of branches and the distant call of a bird. Jojen's heart pounded in his chest, excitement and fear entwining like the vines that crawled up ancient stone walls. As they walked, Lyanna's hand remained clasped in his, her grip warm and reassuring. They moved deeper into the forest, the canopy overhead growing denser, filtering the sunlight into dappled shadows. A clearing emerged ahead, a small pool glinting like polished silver in the center. Water lilies floated on its surface, petals unfolding like tiny white stars. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth.
she smirked and pulled him Into a heavy kiss,
Their mouths clashed, tongues tangling in a frenzy of desire. Jojen's hands roamed her body, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as she struggled to shed his clothes. Her nails scraped against his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He stumbled backward, tripping over roots hidden beneath the underbrush.
Lyanna laughed, her voice husky and seductive, as she pinned him to the ground. Her lips left his, trailing kisses down his neck and across his chest.
Jojen's head fell back, exposing his throat to her ministrations. His eyes rolled closed, surrendering to the onslaught of sensation.
she kissed down his exposed chest and pulled out his cock once more "humm has a girl ever done this to you before jojen?" She cooed stroking his cock and kissing his tip
A shiver coursed through his body, his muscles tensing as she wrapped her lips around the base of his cock. Her tongue danced across the sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she began to suckle. “No...no one…” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart, His eyes snapped open, locking onto hers as she gazed up at him with a mischievous grin. She hummed, the vibration resonating deep within him, as she continued to tease and torment him with her lips and tongue.
she made sure to be slow and gentle with him wrapping her lips around him and sucking
His eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back in ecstasy as she enveloped him in her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was almost too much to bear, her gentle suction teasing out every last drop of pleasure from his body. “Oh... god…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need, as she continued to worship him with her lips and tongue.
Her hands cradled the base of his cock, holding him steady as she worked her magic.
He felt himself growing harder, his senses narrowing to a single point of pure bliss.
she felt he was getting close so she pulled back and unlaced her dress tossing it to the grass to reveal her naked body, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her nipples hard and inviting. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, glowing in the dappled light of the forest.
Jojen's gaze roved over her, drinking in the sight of her naked form. His eyes lingered on the curve of her hips, the slope of her shoulders, and the delicate folds of her pussy. He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the soft flesh between her legs.
She giggled and spread her legs for him, revealing the tender flesh within.
“Please…” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper, as he sought permission to claim what was offered.
"Gentle sweet boy" she cooed guiding his fingers inside her
His fingers sank into her warmth, the feeling of her slick flesh surrounding him sending a jolt of electricity through his entire body. He gasped, his eyes snapping open as he gazed up at her face, drinking in the sight of her rapturous expression. “Yes...yes…” he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement, as he explored the depths of her pussy.
Her hips lifted, pressing herself against his probing fingers, urging him deeper into her core.
As he delved deeper, his fingers dancing across her sensitive tissues, she began to move against him, her hips undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm. His eyes locked onto hers, drinking in the sight of her pleasure, as he stroked her inner walls with increasing confidence.
“More... please…” she moaned softly and took his hair in her hand guiding his lips to her clit "suck... Gently"
His lips closed around her swollen nub, his tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of her desire. He sucked gently, his mouth working in tandem with her movements as she rode his face “Mmm... oh god…” As he licked and sucked her clit, she grew more insistent, her hips bucking against his face with increasing urgency. He held fast, his grip on her thighs tightening as he devoured her, his own desire spiking in response to her passion.
Suddenly, she froze, her body tensing as a shuddering orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing through the forest, as Jojen's tongue danced across her sensitive flesh, prolonging her pleasure. Breathless and spent, she collapsed against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. "fuck... Your too good at that" she teased "aww my poor baby" she cooed stroking his still throbbing cock "humm how do you want to do it? Have me on my back? Have me ontop of you?" She suggested
He groaned, his cock twitching in her gentle touch, as he considered her options. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and husky with desire. “On top of me... I want to feel you ride me…”
"humm I figured you would" she smirked happily getting him settled against the tree before she moved to his lap softly rubbing herself against him "you ready?"
He nodded, his eyes fixed on hers as she positioned herself above him. With a subtle shift of her weight, she slid down onto his waiting cock, her warm flesh enveloping him in a snug, velvety grasp. “Ah…” he breathed, his head falling back against the tree trunk as she began to rise and fall, her hips moving in a slow, seductive dance, “Yes...just like that…”
Her movements quickened, her breathing growing more ragged as she picked up speed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as she rode him with abandon. As they moved together, the sounds of the forest seemed to fade away, leaving only the pounding of their hearts and the soft rustle of leaves beneath them.
His fingers dug deeper into her skin, his nails scraping against her tender flesh as he struggled to hold on to control. Suddenly, he felt pressure building inside him that threatened to burst free at any moment. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but it was no use. With a cry of release, he came hard, his seed shooting deep into her as she continued to move above him. For a moment, they hung there, frozen in time, as the world around them melted away.
she softly Giggled "guess now you'll have to marry me. If I get pregnant with a little reed. Our father's will be thrilled" she chuckled
A slow smile spread across his face as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her close. “I suppose I have no choice,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “But I'm glad cause I wouldn’t wanna marry anyone else,” he cooed pulling her into a kiss, 
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acidlashes · 5 years ago
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Bran x Reader
Chapter One
Lost in the Wolves
The cold never agreed with you. Though, it was all you'd ever known you knew in your blood you were meant for something different. Even if you never felt it, you knew you could never belong here. Not in Winterfell. Sometimes you thought maybe not anywhere in the world.
Though you never cared for politics they sure did have a cruel way of controlling your life. Before you were ever born your destiny was decided. Your father, a son of the mad kings brother was a Targaryen. Your mother was a lady of Dorne. You had fire in your blood. Blonde in your hair. It was obvious what you were.
The only reason you can thank the gods for your existence was your father, a skilled swordsman, swearing allegiance to Robert Baratheon early on in the rebellion. Once the mad king was murdered by Jaime Lannister Robert allowed your father to live. Even though he hated the Targaryens your father was only a bastard. Who could never claim the iron throne. You were told Cersei demanded your fathers head. To assure no future rebellions threaten their reign. She would get her wish many years later.
Your father was sent to Dorne and given a wife and a small castle on the beach for his services. You were born years after the rebellion. Always being told your mother had trouble conceiving. Many cruel kids told you it was because of how unclean your fathers genes were. How unclean you were. Your father took a Dornish name. But, after his death the monster known as Queen Cersei gave you a bastard name.
You hated sand. Though, you don't remember how it felt. The name left a bitter taste in your tongue. Even after you were sent north to live with the Starks it was still used to insult you.
Ned. The kind and honorable man he was, felt pity for you. He hated how Robert treated the Targaryens. When your father was killed and your mother abandoned you he ordered the Karstarks to take you in. And, then your destiny was set. You were forever a southern bastard of a mad king on northern soil.
Though you were not a Stark they were the closest thing you could consider a family. Bran and Arya were your only true friends. And, they proved to be helpful people to be friends with. Even though other kids would tease you they never did so when a stark was around.
At 7 you had a crush on Robb and Jon. Jon taught you how to survive in the north as a bastard. Robb. Well, Robb was just handsome. You never spoke to him much. Sansa was kind to you, but, you were too wild for her likings. Arya was closer to you in age and in spirit. She let you ride her horse and shoot her bow, when no one was watching of course.
Little Bran, or, Little Lord as they liked to call him seemed to look at you the way you looked at Jon and Robb. He tried to impress you with almost everything he did. Riding, shooting a bow, and swinging a sword, which he was never big enough to achieve. Though, with Aryas teaching you were better than him at almost everything. That is, until he showed you how to climb.
At first you were scared. Bran never seemed to be scared. He loved climbing the walls and trees of Winterfell. With every passing day you began to love it too. And, even as children he was so patient and caring when it came to your fears. That really helped you overcome them.
You often wondered if you had been climbing that day would he have fallen?
After that day everything changed. You were too young to fully understand. Ned, Sansa, and Arya had already left you. Then you lost Bran for a while. Robb left to go fight a war you didn't understand. Jon left for a wall off ice Bran always claimed he would climb one day. Rickon was sad a lot at first. Then he didn't talk much. It was sad to see a child lose himself so early.
When Bran awoke he was different. He spoke of dying. Without the use of his legs he could never be a knight. You remembered him always talking about wearing armor and riding a horse to battle, and all the honor that came with knighthood. You envied him then. You had wanted to dream of that honor. If only you had not been a girl. Now, being a cripple, Bran could better understand the lack of honor that comes with being different.
Theon has betrayed the north that fall. You saw Maester Lumin die before you. You, Bran, Rickon and Summer left with a wildling and Hodor. Though winterfell was never your home, it was the closest thing you had gotten to one. Now even that was gone.
The bitter cold of the North had always depressed you. Even though the Northern man told you it was only summer. You had told yourself, at the age of only seven, that if winter were to come then you would rather die.
Now, you were headed even more north.
Winter is truly Coming.
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theredquill · 2 years ago
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⠀゜・. HEISTIA UMBER ; keepers of the flame, she/ her, lone daughter of the lord of last hearth. the last hold before the night’s watch lands and the wall.
helaine was a child of old tales and snow, and blood. there’s always blood in the old tales isn’t it? she imagines the others and the winds turning. she was born on coldest day of that summer, howling airs and infant cries sound so similar at a distance. she can always tell something bad in about to happen, taste it in the air almost, metallic and unstoppable and there’s nothing she can do but sit still and watch as everything goes wrong. it’s a kind of useless magic. she woke up in the godswood that one time, barefoot in the snow, crying like the faces in trees. she couldn’t stop. wouldn’t stop. something was moving her to till the salt tears reddened and her face stained with blood. she sees a boy in her dreams. he talks her in a swamp, the water is blood. it’s always blood. they are both messengers, knees deep in mud and curses and there’s nothing beautiful about it. they will always be half covered in death.
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lovebaela · 2 years ago
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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 6 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)
⋇ Chapter 6: Journey to the Wall ⋇
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Tsireya’s POV
As we were all relaxing under our tent, Meera came back from exploring.
“Hodor!” Hodor cheered. “Hodor!”
“Guys,” Meera said. “I found a river! We can all bathe in it!”
“Good eye, Meera!” I tell her.
“We can’t take too long though,” Jojen said. “We will separate ourselves, the guys on one side of the river, and the girls the other side.”
We all agreed and followed Meera to the river.
Once we got to our sides, we began removing our clothes and walk in. At first, the water was cold. I never really had a girl-to-girl talk with Meera before. We started to chat, getting to know each other more. We told our stories and about where we came from.
I was curious about her brother so I asked, “Jojen, he seems extremely wise and sometimes very serious. Why is that?”
“It’s because of his greendreams. Well, that’s what I think. His dreams are what led us to Winterfell. It’s a huge responsibility to carry.”
“So,” she whispered. “Do you like my brother?”
I instantly blushed, “I…I’m not sure.”
“I’m just teasing, but he seems to like you too.”
“Really?”
“I know it, the way he looks and speaks to you.”
I blushed even harder, “I don’t know how to feel about him…I think Bran might like you.”
“Seriously?”
“I think so?”
She laughed, “well he’s too young for me..besides I don’t think it’s me that he likes.”
“You really think so?”
“Mhm,” she replied. “You’re a boy magnet.”
“I…I think I’m going to just swim for a bit.”
I almost forgot my love for water, and how it felt swimming in it. I go deeper and deeper into the turquoise water. It’s been so long since I’ve actually swam in water. I felt like I was flying! To my fascination, I see a school of fish swim by. I giggle as they playfully circle me and swim through my hair. To my surprise, I see Bran as I continued to swim. We were both a little embarrassed at first, but we quickly pushed our nakedness aside and swam around more.
If it were Jojen and Meera that saw us, we would have reacted differently. But Bran and I knew each other well. We had a deep trust in each other.
Bran’s POV
I followed Tsireya’s lead holding her hand, swimming beside her. It was weird for me to see her naked and her seeing me, but for some reason I just didn’t care anymore.
Wow, her hair looks really pretty when it’s in the water, I thought to myself. I continued to stare at her hair, not realizing that I needed to get more air. I let go of her hand, to her confusion. I point up letting her know I needed air. Panicking, I swim as fast as I could to the top. I gasp once I make it, startling Jojen and Meera.
“Hodor?” The giant man said in concern.
“Are you okay?” Jojen asked me.
“Yeah,” I answer, breathing hard. “I’m okay.”
“Where’s Tsireya?” Meera yelled out to me.
“She’s in the water!”
“We need to keep going,” Jojen said. “She needs to get out from down there.”
I nod, obviously not wanting to leave. I take a deep breath and let myself float on top of the water, facing down. I scan the water to see where Tsireya is. I finally spot her, she’s with river otters! She giggles as two of them swim around her. A baby otter starts doing underwater backflips. Tsireya copies the baby and does a flip too. I didn’t realize how hard I was smiling at her like a fool.
She looks up at me and signals me to come down to her. I shake my head and point up, signaling that we had to leave. She nods and starts to swim back up.
I catch up with Jojen and we sit as we wait for our clothes to dry a little longer.
“We can’t have any distractions or set backs,” he reminds me. “We have to keep moving.”
“I know, I know.” I replied. Sometimes Jojen can be so annoying. “We were just having some fun.”
I watch as Tsireya gracefully walked out of the water, using her hands to comb through her wavy, wet hair.
“I know it is fun,” Jojen said. “To swim around, feeling free. I get it…Bran, are you listening?”
“Tsireya,” I said. “There was something different about her, Jojen. When she was in the water. It was like she was connected to the river and everything around her. The way she looked fascinated with even the smallest fish. It was a new side of her. A side that was more sure of herself. It was beautiful, she’s beautiful.”
Tsireya’s POV
Once our clothes were dry, we continued on our adventure to Castle Black. We found a place to stay in called Tumbledown Tower. We liked to hear Meera tell stories while we stayed there. Especially Hodor, he loved stories. As we continued to travel deeper in the northern mountains, the colder it became. With the help of Summer, we found shelter and a man there that gave us warm clothes and food. He warned us how dangerous it would be for us to travel the kings road.
To our shock, Jojen starts to shake hard. Bran, Hodor, and I freaked out.
“Hodor!”
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked Meera, as she helped him.
“He’s experiencing a greendream,” she told me. “The visions take their toll…”
“That looks so painful…” Bran said.
Jojen quickly sat up and told us, “We need to head for the Nightfort.”
“But I thought we were going to Castle Black,” Bran said. “Where Jon is?”
“Not anymore.”
While on our way to the Nightfort, we find a tower.
The tower stood upon an island, its twin reected on the still bluewaters. When the wind blew, ripples moved across the surface of the lake, chasing one another like boys at play. Oak trees grew thick along the lakeshore, a dense stand of them with a litter of fallen acorns on the ground beneath. Beyond them was the village, or what remained of it. (A storm of Swords: Bran III)
Meera went ahead of us to scout out for any sign of threats. She scared away three red deer, which had Summer chase right after them. I notice the apple trees around us and go pick one. I show it to Meera, “I guess these aren’t good to eat anymore.” The apple was almost brown and wormy. It’s been so long since I’ve had fruit.
“This is some good land,” Jojen said, feeling the dirt. “A village, even an inn, yet there’s no people. Why is that?”
“Must have been wildlings,” Bran said. “They are very dangerous, coming over the wall or through the mountains. They raid, steal, carry off women. Old Nan told us that if you were caught, they would use your skull as a cup to drink blood…”
I felt a raindrop fall on my nose, “it looks like it’s about to rain.”
“We have to find shelter,” Jojen said. “A storm is coming, a bad one from the looks of it.”
Bran suggested that we stay in the Gift, an abandoned holdfast that was surrounded by water.
I start to shiver, “I’m cold.”
“Me too,” Bran agreed. “I saw some broken furniture, maybe Hodor could start a fire with it for us.”
“Hodor!” Hodor said, agreeing.
“We can’t,” Jojen said. “Fire means smoke. And if people see smoke…”
“We will get caught…” Meera said.
Bran and I sighed, “okay.”
After eating duck, a thunderbolt suddenly struck making all of us jump. “Hodor!” Hodor shouted, frightened. “I hope Summer isn’t scared out there.” Bran said to me.
“I see people!” Meera said as she looked out the window. “They’re wildlings!”
Thunder came after a couple of lightning bolts, scaring Hodor even more.
“HODOR! HODOR!” He shouted.
“Can you shut him up?” Jojen asked us. “If they hear us-.”
“HODOR!”
“Come on Hodor,” Bran said. “No more Hodoring please-.”
“HODOR!”
“It’s only thunder, sweet giant.” I said, trying to calm him. I started to get scared too, I held my bag close to me as I sat next to Bran. My egg was in there, holding it brought also brought me comfort.
He just couldn’t stop. He was starting to test Bran’s patience. “Be quiet, now!” He commanded. Out of no where, Bran’s eyes went white, so did Hodor’s. I place my hand on Bran’s shoulder, “Bran, are you okay?” Hodor drops to the floor and goes out like a baby. Bran’s eyes went back to normal, looking just as shocked as the rest of us.
“What did you do?” Meera asked.
“Nothing!” Bran replied. “I-I don’t know…I just wanted Hodor to be quiet.”
Jojen walked up to the window to see the wildlings out there, “Jon Snow is out there!”
Bran’s face lightened up with joy so did mine’s, “Jon?”
“Yes, but I think he’s in trouble. They are fighting him.”
Bran decided to warg Summer and attack some of the men to help Jon. During the fight, Summer got wounded by an arrow.
We watch as Summer made his way towards us. He walked up to me whining. “You poor thing,” I tell the direwolf, petting him. “I’ll fix you right up.”
We were finally able to get to the Wall at the Nightfort. We even met a brother of the Night’s Watch named Samwell Tarly with a woman named Gilly. They helped us go past the wall and gave us dragon glass to fight off Wight Walkers. I guess this is just the beginning…
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Ice & Fire ༄ pt. 7 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)
⋇ Chapter 7: Craster’s Keep ⋇
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Tsireya’s POV
I don’t even know how many days we’ve been walking for. It’s been so long, I didn’t realize how much I’ve grown.
My skin got darker, and my eyes were more clearly brown. My body was more developed as well. I’m slowly becoming a woman, more like my mother. I think the others started to notice too. At times I’d catch the boys staring at me.
I wasn’t the only one growing though. Bran was growing taller, looking more mature. He was taller than me now as well. He was 14 now, only older than me by a month. His skills in warging grew stronger as well, even warging in Hodor at times, a human. With him being gone so much, I grew closer with the Reeds, especially Jojen. We liked to talk about history, specifically Targaryen history.
We continued on with our journey, Jojen said that we had to go find the three-eyed raven Bran saw in his dreams. The farther North we got, the more colder it was. Osha was also right, we’ve seen different creatures that she mentioned was beyond the wall.
I’ve been scared for Bran recently. He likes to warg into Summer a lot. At times, it’s like he would rather be Summer than human. One day, Bran warged into Summer far too long.“You can wake him up now,” Jojen told me. “He’s been gone far too long.”
I quickly get up and start shaking Bran’s body. “Bran.” There’s no response. I shake him harder, “Bran!” Still nothing. “Bran!” I screamed. He suddenly wakened, panting. He got angry with me, “why did you wake me?”
“You were gone for days!” I shout.
“I was hungry…”
“We’re all hungry,” Meera states.
“Well I was just eating!”
“No,” Jojen corrects him. “Summer was eating. Your body can't live on the food your wolf consumes. Spending too much time in Summer's skin is dangerous. You're not a direwolf, Bran.”
Meera offers Bran morsels to eat. He quickly snatched them from her hands and devoured them.
“Bran, if you stay inside Summer for too long you’ll forget what it is to be human…” Jojen warns him.
Bran continued chewing, as if he wasn’t listening to Jojen at all. Angry, I sit in front of Bran making him look me in the eyes.
“Bran, Rȳbagon naejot zirȳla, (Bran, listen to him)” I said. “Kesā nārhēdegon tolvie run, tolvys. Aōha raqirossa. Aōha lentor. Nyke, gaomagon ao drējī jaelagon bona? (You will forget every thing, everyone. Your friends. Your family. Me, do you truly want that?)”
We haven’t spoken in Valyrian to each other in a while, he knew I was being serious. He stared deeply into my eyes, realizing how he’s been acting. “Daor, dōrī,” he replied, placing his hand on mine. “I’m sorry, I just got carried away…” He promised me that he wouldn’t warg into Summer for too long anymore.
I’ve had my own fair share of magic abilities. Recently, I’ve been finding myself hearing voices in my dreams sometimes. I keep seeing dragons in my dreams too. Now, the dreams were back stronger.
In the middle of walking, we find a weirwood tree with a face on it. It reminded me of the one that was in the godswood in Winterfell. Bran reached his hand out to the tree and touched it, making him have a vision. After the vision was done, he lead the rest of the way.
One night, I couldn’t sleep. “What’s wrong?” I heard a voice ask. My eyes leave the fire and I turn to see Jojen. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m just lost.”
“About what?”
“Myself.”
“What’s there to be lost about? You are Tsireya Targaryen. The daughter of dragons. You are blood of the houses that survived the doom! Blood of Old Valyria.”
“I feel them Jojen, I can hear them, see them.”
“Who?”
“Dragons,” I whisper. “I see them them in my sleep. I can feel the flames of their fire and the cold of their ice breath. I don’t know. I’ve always been seeing that same strange dream, since the fall. It’s even more powerful and feels more real now. I want to learn what they mean.”
“You are more powerful than you think,” he tells me, moving closer. “Your egg knows it too.”
“How did you-.”
“I just know,” he answered. “It won’t be an egg forever.” I take my egg out of the bag and stare at it. “When we get to the raven, I’m sure he’ll explain everything.”
“So, you really think I’m special?”
“I know so,” he said, he placed his hand on my cheek. “My princess..”
Jojen leaned his face closer to mine and kissed me. I was surprised, but I didn’t want to push away. As soon as I close my eyes, I saw something strange. I saw Bran! Shocked, I pushed away from him, blushing extremely hard.
“I’m sorry…” I apologize.
“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said wrapping his arm around me. “I apologize.”
“I didn’t hate it though…” I smile, blushing.
Jojen chuckled, “we should get some rest, okay?”
“Okay.”
We both go to sleep. Ever since that night, I was a lot more shy with Jojen and he liked to flirt to tease me. Bran has also been a bit cold towards me though, I wonder what’s wrong. As we set up our camp, I ask Bran if we could talk.
We go a bit farther into the cold forest so we can be alone.
“Skoros iksis jāre va? (What’s going on)” I ask him. “skoro syt issi ao issare hae bisa? (Why are you being like this)”
“Pār skori gōntan ao rȳbagon? (Since when did you care)” he snapped back. “You were talking with Jojen just fine before but all of a sudden you’re thinking of me?”
“What does Jojen have to do with this?”
“I saw- well- ugh!” He said, starting to walk away. “Just forget it..”
“No!” I said, stopping his tracks. “No, Bran I want to talk-.”
We hear a strange noise. It sounded like…a baby?
“Did you hear that?” He asked. I nod, “We should go back to the others.”
We go back to the camp and ask them if they heard the same thing. They all agreed.
“I’m going to go check it out,” Bran said.
“Wait,” I tell him, placing my hand on his chest. “What if it’s dangerous?”
“I’ll be okay, trust me.”
Bran wargs into Summer and we watch as the wolf disappeared into the darkness. After a couple of minutes, Bran jumps out of no where. I run to him, holding his hand, “are you okay? What happened?”
“I-It’s Summer, he’s hurt in a trap!” He tells me. “I think they have Jon’s direwolf too, they have Ghost!”
We left the camp to find Summer. Bran led the way, knowing where to go. We finally found the location that was holding Summer and Ghost captive. We hide where no one could see us.
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“It’s the Night’s Watch,” Bran said. “Look. Jon might be here.”
“If he were here, why would they have his wolf locked up?” Meera asked.
I stayed silent as I watched the women there, they looked absolutely miserable! Meera and I got the chills as we watched a woman whimpering as one of the men grabbed her.
“I don’t think this place is safe.” I whisper, feeling scared.
Jojen remained silent, he was more quiet than usual.
“We need to go.” Meera said.
“No!” Bran protested.
“Bran, we need to leave.”
“Not without Summer!”
“Bran’s right,” I agreed. “We can’t leave him here!”
Meera sighed, “do you remember where he was?”
“The east side of the keep.” Bran answered.
Meera gets up, “if I’m not back soon, we’ll meet-.” Meera suddenly gets knocked out, dropping to the ground.
“Hodor!” Hodor said, standing up. Before he could do anything, two men pointed their swords at him.
Oh great, we’re surrounded.
The men throw us into the hall tying our hands and legs together. Bran and I were placed against the wall while Meera and Jojen were more in the middle.
We could all hear poor Hodor getting tortured right outside. I start to breath hard, trying not to panic. I am Tsireya Targaryen. I am blood of the dragon, blood of Old Valyria, blood of the Conqueror himself.
Saying that in my head reminded me of someone, Daenerys. I haven’t heard from her in so long. The last time we wrote to each other I was only 10. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were dead, us Targaryen can’t be happy in this world.
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I heard Bran whisper, “hey, it’s going to be okay.”
“Bran, I’m so scared.” I confessed. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “In case we don’t make it…I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way earlier. You didn’t deserve that, I’m so sorry. I was the one who was always gone, pushing you away, yet I lashed out on you. I’m a horrible friend.”
“No Bran,” I tell him. “I wasn’t talking to you as much as I did before and I am sorry. You are my family, my Prince…”
Before Bran could respond, the men drag Hodor inside with us. A man, holding a skull in his hand like a wine cup, walks in. One of his minions, it seemed, called him Karl. Karl bends his knees to lower his level to Bran’s. He notices what Bran was wearing under his fur, “this is nice,” he said, touching it. “Fine leather, you’re definitely no wildling.”
I look around the room and see some of the women. A lot of them were bruised badly.
“You’re important, highborn,” Karl continued. “Who are you?”
Bran remained silent with a slight smirk on his face.
Turning quick to anger, Karl stood up and then slapped Bran on the face hard, making his lip bleed, “You see, where I come from, a commoner like me slaps a little lord like you, I’d lose my right hand..”
“Hey!” I yelled. “Leave him alone!”
“Look what we have here,” he said, moving in front of me, “and the little lord’s lady I assume.”
I didn’t respond.
“You look important too,” he chuckled. “You don’t sound like you are from around here…untie her.” The men did as he said and brought me up to my feet. They had a tight grip on me so I wouldn’t try anything. He looked at my hair, “I like your hair.” He began to stroke it with a creepy smirk on his face, “beautiful, silver hair…I could have sons with hair like yours…” chills travelled down my spine.
I look over at Bran, he looked furious, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.
Karl looks at Meera, “you’re hair reminds me of my mother, beautiful, soft curls…” Meera didn’t say anything. “Tell me ladies, what are you fancy looking folks doing this far in the woods?” My eyes stared into his, not saying a word.
“Four highborn hostages,” he said, walking away from me, circling us. “That’s a lot of mouths to feed-.”
Jojen starts to shake violently again, freaking the men out. This can’t be good. Meera started to move towards her brother until Karl dragged her back by the hair, “come here!”
“Let me help him,” she pleaded. “Please!”
“Who are you?”
Karl signaled for one of the men to point their sword at me, “who are you?!”
“I’m Brandon Stark!” Bran shouted. “Prince Brandon Stark of Winterfell!”
“He’s Jon Snow’s brother,” one of the men said. Karl drops Meera and she quickly goes to Jojen.
“This is going to be interesting…” Karl smirked. He looks over at me, “you would make a nice addition to my women here. A foreign slave…”
“I am not your slave or your anything!” I snap back, “I am blood of the dragon, Aegon the Conqueror, blood of Old Valyria! If you even try to raise a hand to me, it will be the last time that you have hands and fire will reign upon you!”
The men went silent until they all bursted out laughing at me. I roll my eyes.
“I like her,” Karl told them. “She’s got that fire in her…take her to the other room.” The men yank me to follow them.
“No!” Bran yelled. “Don’t you dare touch her!”
My eyes don’t leave Bran’s, “Bran!” I shout on fear.
“Tsireya!”
Bran’s POV
Oh no, they took Tsireya away…what am I going to do? I never should have yelled at her earlier like that. If I knew this would happen, I never would have spoken to her that way…
The four of us remained in the hall, thinking. I could have sworn I heard a noise, but once I turned my head, it was only the lantern outside moving.
“We must let nothing stop you,” Jojen said.
“They’ve already stopped me,” I replied. “I mean look at me, a Prince who yielded his kingdom, and now a Prince who can’t even protect his friends…Tsireya..”
“She’ll be fine,” he told me. “She’s stronger than you think.”
“I’m still worried for her…” I said. “We need to get her out of there…if that man were to…to…you know, I’d never forgive myself. Because I-I care for her.”
Jojen begins to cough. “You need water,” Meera said.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters!”
“This isn’t about me,” Jojen told Meera. “It’s about getting Bran to the three-eyed raven…Tsireya too.” He looks at me, “you’re far from here, at the hill. A great weirwood tree. The three of us in here are only to guide you. You have to make it, both of you.”
I nod, starting to have more hope, “we will.”
Tsireya’s POV
I was taken to a different room with a whole lot more women. They all gasped once they saw m get thrown to the ground. After the men left, I asked the women, “what is this place?”
“Craster’s Keep…we’ll it used to be his until Karl took over,” the eldest woman told me, “I’m so sorry child, he’ll come soon and take you as his.”
“No,” I refused, “I’ll fight him if I have to!”
“He’s too strong…”
I didn’t want to cry, but tears started to form in my eyes. There wasn’t any point in running out, his men are everywhere! Maybe this is the end…I desperately look for anything to defend myself with. The best I could see was a rock, so I grabbed it and put it in my pocket.
Karl walks into the room, “Now where were we?”
I don’t say a word.
“I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?” He asked me, holding a bowl of chicken.
I was actually pretty hungry. Without saying a word, I nod in response.
“If you be a good girl for me I’ll let you have one, can you do that?”
I nod again, standing up slowly. He chuckled, “good, now come here.”
I walk slowly to him and get very close, not breaking eye contact, “thank you for the food sir..” I slowly reach into my pocket.
He smirks creepily and placed his hand on my cheek, “there’s the respect I want..” he leans in closer for a kiss.
Before our mouths touched, I whacked him across the head with the rock. He screamed alerting two of his men to run inside. He slapped me across the face so hard I fell down.
“You little bitch!” He shouted. “Grab her now!” The two men grabbed both of my arms.
“Take her back to her friends, they’ll be in for a treat,” he said.
The women gasped saying, “no!”
“You all shut it!”
They dragged me back into the room with the others.
Bran’s face immediately went scared, noticing the red hand mark on my cheek, “Tsireya!”
“Bran!” I yell.
The men chain my hands above my head, letting the rest of my body hang.
“Hodor!” Hodor yelled in concern.
“Leave her alone!” Meera said.
“When I’m through with this one, you’ll be next,” Karl replied to her. He then turned to Bran saying, “your little silver haired lady over here disobeyed me, so now, you’re going to sit there…and watch what I’m going to do to her..”
I was shocked to see the look on Bran’s face, he looked like he wanted to commit murder.
“You will do no such thing,” Bran threatened him, “your time will be up soon.”
“We saw you,” Jojen joined in, “we saw you burn in a fire…the snow falling to bury your bones…” I could tell Karl was a bit shaken up from what they said.
Karl turns back to me with lust in his eyes, “be a good girl and don’t squirm.” I shut my eyes, preparing for what would happen.
Before he could take my clothes off, one of his men from outside barged in, “It’s the Night’s Watch!” They both immediately leave to go fight.
I let out a huge sigh of relief, so did Bran. “Are you okay?” He asked me.
“Yes, I’m okay..” I smile, “but if we don’t get out of here, he’ll come back!”
“But how?” Meera asked.
Suddenly, a man of the Night’s Watch comes in and goes to Bran to untie him, The rescue party is here lads…and ladies.”
“Is Jon with you?” Bran asked.
“Aye,” he answered. “I’ll take you to him.”
We all look at each other, not sure what to think.
“You’re Brandon Stark?” He asked. Bran didn’t respond.
“We’re going to go ride-.”
Bran started yelling Jon’s name until the man cut his leg and covered his mouth, “keep talking, and I’ll cut your friends’ throats. Starting with the girl.” He said looking over at me, “Do you understand?” Bran nods. He started to carry Bran away as I screamed for him.
Hodor started moving back and forth, panicking.
“What do we do?” I asked Meera looking down at her.
“I…I don’t know.”
Hodor’s eyes for a moment go white and then back to normal. Though, it didn’t seem like it was Hodor. It was Bran! I have to admit, Hodor with an angry face was extremely scary. He was able to break loose from his chains and he quickly unchained me before going after his body.
I untie Meera and Jojen, “I’ll be right back!” I run to the other women to warn them, “you all need to leave!”
They all remained still, scared. “Do you guys want to live in this hell hole or do you want to be free? Come on!” I yell. They all start to run outside together. I follow after them until I hear a man go, “hey, you there!” Before I knew it, he tackled me to the ground and straddled me. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked me. “You’re going to pay-.” A sword goes right through his mouth, making his blood go on my face. After I pushed the lifeless body off of me, I look up and see Bran! He honestly looked just as shocked as I was. “Bran?” I asked. For once, instead of his eyes being cold, I saw fire. I didn’t even notice how much I was blushing.
“I-Issi ao sȳz?” He asked me, dropping the bloody sword. He grabbed my shoulders, “Gōntan ziry ōdrikagon ao, Tsireya?!”
“Daor…” I answer. Before he could say anything else, the rest of the gang comes over.
“We need to leave,” Jojen said.
“But Jon is here!” Bran protested, “I want to talk to him-.”
“He’d never let you go see the raven,” Jojen said.
“But..he’s my brother.”
“I know it’s hard Bran, but you need to make your choice.”
Bran stood in silence and then said, “we need to let Summer out of the trap. Then we need to go.”
We all nod and go back to our camp. It was hard for all of us to sleep after all of that. The others finally went to sleep, but I was still awake. I held my egg close to the fire, staring at the flames.
“What’s wrong?” Bran asked me, “can’t sleep?”
“No.” I answer.
“How are you feeling.?”
“I’m still a bit shaken up,” I replied. “For a moment I really thought it was the end.”
“When he took you away, I was so afraid,” he confessed. “Afraid that he would…would- and I just sat there.”
“Oh Bran don’t-.”
“No, he was going to have his way with you as I sat there! When there was nothing I could even do about it…gods he was so close..ever since I was little all I wanted to be was a knight. How can I even be one if I can’t always protect you?”
“Sure, you weren’t able to help me, but that wasn’t your fault Bran!” I tell him, moving closer to take his hand. “But then you saved me from that other man, no one has ever done anything like that for me before…you were so brave,” I lightly blush, “my brave Prince…my knight” I look down at Bran’s cut and rip a piece of my cloth to wrap it around his thigh.
Bran started to turn red, “well w-who wouldn’t have done it…? Just seeing him on top of you like that, I don’t know, something just came over me.”
I place my head on his shoulder and whisper, “I don’t know what I’d do without you Bran.”
He smiled and wrapped his arm around me, “same here, you were with me every step of the way. I appreciate you so much for that.”
I held my egg close to me as I slept on Bran’s shoulder, he fell asleep with his arm around me, keeping me warm.
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