#the Joffrey is an amazing company to begin with

[missroserose]

When you’re scrolling through your social media and it’s like cat video, pole tutorial, cat video, cat video, that one snarky gay dude who reviews things, pole video, cat video, and then an ad for—

Okay I Get It You Know I’m On Tumblr

but seriously is anyone taking me to the ballet or

[royal-shinigami]

Dark Secrets (4/?)

The Witcher and Game of Thrones Crossover

 Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Witcher Reader x Ellaria Sand

 Warnings: Some Language, Fighting, Blood

 Word Count: 1.8K

 You stood off to the side as Joffrey and Margaery said their vows to each other. Cerci gave you more feminine clothes the night before much to your dismay. She insisted you would look more approachable. Having to resist taking your sword and beheading her for that you took it and gave a monotone thanks as Cerci walked out the room. You felt odd in the corset like leather armor top, long black pants, leather boots, and your hooded cloak and sword on your back. It felt different from the normal armor you wear. As you stood there barley listening to the ceremony you looked over to where the prince and his paramour sat. They both looked bored and willing to leave. You thought both looked breathtaking even though you would not admit it out loud.

 Suddenly being brought out of your thoughts due to the loud clapping and everyone standing. The newly married couple walked out of the iron throne room with the Lannister family then you follow behind. While walking out you looked over to Oberyn and Ellaria. Oberyn smirked and winked at you while Ellaria looked you up and down not bothering to hide that she was checking you out.

 You were dismissed from walking near the king and queen after following them around their reception saying they will need you later for a surprise. You did not pay much mind even though the last surprise you got at a highborn wedding was the law of surprise no thanks to you brother. Continuing walking there was entertainment and tables full of food scattered everywhere.

 As you walked you came across women from the brothel you were at days ago nearly or completely naked twisting their bodies like acrobats. It did not phase you as you saw Oberyn and Ellaria watching the women.

 “Glad to have finally found you,” you heard from behind you.

 You turned and what you saw made your eyes widen.

 Jaskier stood there a big smile on his face carrying his lute.

 “How are you here?” you asked.

 “Long story so I decided to visit the brothel while you and Geralt were hunting the Striga. The women were amazing,” you cut him off, “Get to the fucking point.”

 “I feel asleep exhausted in the middle of the night then woke up in this place somehow. Geralt’s probably pissed since you are missing as well.” He explained.

 “Yeah and the only way we will most likely get back is if Geralt decides to speak with Yennefer.” You said with disgust not wanting to think of the sorceress.

 “Don’t tell me your part of the entertainment?” knowing Jaskier wouldn’t pass the opportunity of being paid to sing his songs about you and Geralt.

 “Yes I am actually (Y/N) they love my singing.” Jaskier said.

 “They must be tone deaf then,” you smirked hearing the bard gasp, “You need a nap!” he said defensively.

 Jaskier looked behind you seeing two people staring at you and him curiously.

 “Do you know them (Y/N)?”

 You looked over your shoulder knowing who he is talking about then back at him.

 “Yes, I have got along with them. They are amongst the very few sane people in this place.”

 Seeing a grin show up on Jaskier’s face you knew what was coming.

 “Don’t Jaskier,” you growled warning him even though it didn’t do much, “I will make you hunt another Djinn when we get back if you do.”

 “What was that can’t hear you!” he said as he made his way toward Oberyn and Ellaria.

 Sighing you follow him.

 “Hello, I am Jaskier and a friend of (Y/N)”

 “Nice meeting you I’m Prince Oberyn and this is Ellaria my paramour.”

 “Paramour interesting so is (Y/N) part of that as well since she seems to actually take a liking to someone well two someone’s.” With a questioning look on the bard’s face while knowingly embarrassing you.

 “I would not mind having her around for more than friendly company,” Ellaria said walking over and caressing your cheek as she speaks.

 “Yes, it would be exciting to have her around more,” Oberyn replied looking over at your face that started to heat up from the sudden attention.

  Jaskier was biting his lip to keep from laughing never seeing you in this state. He knew you and Geralt had emotions but not to the extent of wanting to be with someone. Geralt may have been with Yennefer but that was not actual feelings he was under a spell while you are not. It made him happy you were falling for people that actually seemed to care but also didn’t care you were a Witcher.

 “Would you like to be with us flower?” Oberyn asked hoping the answer would be yes.

 You went to answer but you were quickly interrupted by Tywin walking up to all of you.

 “It is time for the reception to start if you would follow me (Y/N) you will be standing behind where the king and queen sit.” Tywin explains as he walks off.

 You sigh and look at Oberyn and Ellaria, “I will answer later,” then turning around and following Tywin.

 Jaskier looked at the lovers, “If it’s any help she doesn’t really like the company of anyone but does take an interest in you both that I have never seen before.”

 Ellaria gives a smile as she looks at Jaskier, “Good to know,” she then walks off with the prince.

 You walked up the platform that held a long table with plenty of chairs for the Lannister family. A canopy sat over blocking out the sun and the table has food and wine sitting on top. You made your way over to where Joffrey and Margaery sat and stood there not bothering to interact. Joffrey noticed you behind him and gave you a look that seemed suspicious like he was planning something. Being a Witcher it was easy to tell how unstable this kid was considering his mother seems to be rid of emotions as well.

 The king’s fool was juggling fruit and after a few seconds dropped the fruit on the ground. Joffrey stood up and pointed to the fool.

 “A golden dragon to anyone that can knock my fool’s hat off!” he yelled as fruit was thrown at the poor man as he ran off while most people were laughing.

 You looked over and see Tywin and Cerci talking to Oberyn and Ellaria. As they continued to talk the smile on Ellaria’s face disappeared after Cerci said something to her. Oberyn did not seem pleased about it either considering he stopped eating the berries next to him to stare at her. Feeling your own anger rising and need to kill the former queen and her father for having no empathy for anyone. Oberyn did start to speak back and the more he spoke the less Cerci and Tywin opened their mouths which calmed you down a bit.

 Joffrey stood again and yelled, “Everyone silence! Clear the floor! There has been too much amusement here today. A royal wedding is not an amusement. A royal wedding is history. The time has come for all of us to contemplate our history. My lords,” The giant lion head of to the side opened it’s mouth, “My ladies,” A red and gold carpet rolled out and men as short as Tyrion riding fake animals or people ran out one by one as Joffrey called out names.

 They started to fight like children act like they were doing some sort of play. It was honestly ridiculous, and it seemed to piss off Tyrion and the red head sitting next to him. It did not go well with most in the crowd either.

 After Joffrey spoke to his uncle making fun of him talking about how he could not fight. Tyrion telling him to fight to show what a true king he actually was and making a fool out of him which was pretty entertaining.

 Joffrey ignored him soon after and then turned to you and smirked then back at the crowd, “We do have something else for all of you today! My new appointed knight (Y/N) is going to be fighting some of my best men. Her fighting skills surpassing the hound’s so it should not be hard,” turning to you, “Otherwise they will be cleaning up your blood and guts off the ground.”

 You glared at the boy but did not argue as you walked off the platform and stood in front of the table. Eight knights walked out with four on each side. You looked over at the crowd while taking out your sword seeing a lot of them not wanting to deal with this anymore and then there was Oberyn. if looks could kill you thought then the royal family would feel like they are in hell being killed repeatedly. Turning back to the Lannister’s the word begin was yelled and the soldiers ran toward you.

 With you heightened senses the first one that came close trying to knock you over but you grabbed his arm and flung him toward two of the other men knocking them down. You swiftly turned while swinging your sword sensing one behind you and sliced his head off. Stepping back as another ran toward you and then kicked him in the back of his knees and plunged the sword in the back of his head bringing the sword up and splitting it in two. Turning to the left and one was there with another you ducked as their swords came at you and sliced their stomachs open disemboweling them. You continued taking out the rest not taking much time at all killing them.

 Once it was over you were caked in blood and surrounded by bodies. Pulling out a cloth and cleaning your sword and putting it back in the hilt and looking at the royal family with a murderous look.

 Everyone around you was shocked at your capabilities as a woman who could easily kill multiple men at once. Oberyn and Ellaria being shocked as well but also intrigued with your skills making them want you more.

 “Anything else?” you said with sarcasm toward the king.

 You walked off to the side not wanting to be next to him. Everything was getting cleaned up then a giant pie was rolled in and cut open then pigeons flew out of it. All of a sudden you heard choking and looked over seeing Joffrey holding his neck and seeing blood start to pour from his eyes, nose, and mouth as his face turned purple. He fell to the ground in front of the pie as Cerci ran toward him crying and screaming. Joffrey then pointed at Tyrion as he stopped bleeding as if saying he killed him.

 This is turning out to be a really confusing and fucked up day.

[butterflies-dragons]

— Creating Dark Sansa —

“The first time I saw you, you were just a child. A girl from the North, come to the capital for the first time. You’re not a child anymore.”

—Petyr Baelish

Sansa is reminded to never believe in safety won too easily.

Implicated in the murder of King Joffrey, Sansa Stark (Sophie Turner) escapes the hell of King’s Landing in the company of potentially the most dangerous man she has ever met—Petyr Baelish, or Littlefinger, a man with unclear motives but obvious ambition. Littlefinger once loved Sansa’s mother and claimed to love Sansa’s Aunt Lysa—that is, until he threw her to her death for attacking Sansa in a fit of jealous rage. As the only witness to the crime, Sansa must make a choice—does she allow herself to become a pawn in another man’s game, or does she apply the lessons learned in the Machiavellian world of King’s Landing and become a player herself? After successfully manipulating the hearing that would have condemned Baelish and beginning to take control of the Vale through her cousin, Sansa takes on a dramatic new look to reflect her new attitude.

A newly born warrior chooses her outer armor.

SOPHIE TURNER (SANSA STARK): Sansa has always had an inner strength, but she has been so oppressed for the last three seasons. She has had very little say in her own life. I think that is what makes her decide that the time has come to make her own decisions and to be her own person, rather than to be confined to other people’s expectations of who she should be. It’s a very nice moment when the new look is revealed, and you realize she is a force to be reckoned with. It is the perfect representation of how much other people have underestimated both her strength and intelligence.

MICHELE CLAPTON (COSTUME DESIGNER): David and Dan came to me with the idea of a transformation for Sansa. They wanted her to be her own woman rather than this victim. I loved the idea, but I wasn’t sure how to go about getting there. I hate that fantasy thing where things magically appear. The dress had to be something that could have been adapted from something she already owned, using materials she had access to. So the shape is not radically different. If she’s dying her hair, she can dye some fabric. It’s meant to be as if she is somewhat reborn while mourning for all that she has lost. We know that she has the skill because we have seen her doing needlework from season one, but I liked the idea that after this, she doesn’t want to sew anymore. The metal piece is really a miniature of Arya’s sword, Needle, and the idea is that there’s a ring that you stitch through and then that’s her weapon. I like that she carries it when she descends the stairs; now she’s armed and it’s a link to her family.

It’s so easy to make someone look strong, but if you don’t think about the story, it’s sort of a wasted gesture. She could have probably looked even more amazing if I had put the reasoned arguments of where it could have come from aside, but ultimately, it makes it a stronger look if it’s a more believable transition.

—Inside HBO's Game of Thrones - Seasons 3 & 4

Something happened after Season 4. After all this declarations of Sansa regaining agency they gave her the Jeyne Poole arc???

In the last script that GRRM wrote for the series: GOT S04 E02 ‘The Lion and the Rose’, “substituting Sansa for Jeyne was not yet the plan. Martin has Roose Bolton tell his bastard son: “We have a much better match in mind for you. A match to help House Bolton hold the north. Arya Stark.” It should be noted, however, that in Martin’s script, Sansa isn’t free from menace either. At his own wedding-day breakfast, Joffrey still threatens to rape the older Stark sister—once he’s ‘gotten Margaery with child.’”

I will be forever mad about this...

[xxcorndogxx]

Jon Snow x Reader||Chapter 6

⚠️Sexual Content Warning⚠️

We left before everyone woke up after our talk with the commander. He let me wear my dress since it's our day off. I get on the back on Jon's horse and wrap my arms around him. We ride to a non-frozen forest to go for a walk. When we get there Jon helps me off the horse. We began our walk through the forest. We talk about what his family is like. How his sister is to marry King Joffrey, how his little brother Bran is crippled due to a fall from climbing. He didn't bring Ghost with us. Ghost has been staying with Sam since we got assigned our rooms. Jon says he's going to take him back. Sams just lonely and enjoys Ghosts company. We reach a rocky part in the forest with a waterfall pouring into the beautiful water. I climb the rock up to it. "What are you doing?" Jon asks climbing up after me. "I wish to swim," I say. "Could you help me?" I turn so my back is facing Jon. He slowly undoes the back of my gown. I take it off. I stand naked with my back to him. I blush. I stick my foot in the water. It's warm. I walk in and go to my waist. My arms loosely cover my chest. I turn to Jon. "Come on it's nice," I say. I turn back around and I can hear him taking his clothes off. I soon hear him get in the water. He walks up behind me. I feel his hand softly rest on my shoulder. He lets my hair down from the two pins holding it up. He brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck sweetly. I turn in his arms and face him. His hands rest at my lower back and mine on his chest. He leans and presses his lips to mine. My eyes flutter closed. His hands reach down and he squeezes my ass. We walk into the deeper water. He lifts my legs around his waist. He begins kissing down my neck and his fingers brush against my opening. Jon pushes two of his fingers into me and I moan into his ear. He pumps his fingers into me at a steady pace. At some point, his fingers leave me. He scoops me up farther on him. His face at chest level. He places a hand on the side of my breast. He softly brushes his thumb over my nipple. His lips gently close around my nipple. I grip his hair as he sucks in the perky bud. I feel his tongue tease it in his mouth. He switches nipples and his free hand grabs at the other boob. He kisses down my stomach as far as he can. I slowly am lowered down and I feel his member press to my entrance. "Wait, Jon." He looks at me concerned. "Yes, love?" "If you do this... you know what the commander said." I blush and look away from him. His fingers gently cup my face, turning me to face him. He looks me in the eyes lovingly. "I know." I feel him slip more into me as he lowers me. I moan and rest my face in the crook of his neck. It hurts. He pushes completely into me. He groans at the feeling. He holds me tightly. He moves after a moment and I moan. He thrusts into me. My fingers dig into his shoulders. As he fucks me my nails clawing at his back. He kisses my neck. My fingers curl into his hair. "Jon." I moan. "Y/n." He says through his groans. One of his hands moves. I feel him rub at my clit. I grip his hair tighter. All my moans are next to his ear. "Jon I'm-" he cuts me off with his lips on mine. He stops rubbing my clit and focuses on fucking me. My lips separate from his and my head tilts back. I moan. "Jon." I feel myself release. He continues pounding into me. Not too long after he moans and I feel him release into me. My forehead rests against his and we both pant. He slips out of me. I still rest in his arms. My head lay on his shoulder. He holds me tightly. He takes me out of the water. He lays on his cloak and I rest on him. Our legs tangled and my head on his chest. He pulls my cloak over us. We lay there. Jon softly plays with my hair. "That was amazing," I say not too quiet but just loud enough so he'll hear me. He plants a kiss on my forehead. His finger softly traces down my spine. I close my eyes. "Jon." "Yes, Love?" "Do you love me?" I ask. He sits up and I rest on his lap. His hands grip my back and his face close to mine. He looks me in the eyes very seriously. "I do. With all of me, I love you Y/n." He kisses me with love and passion. My hands rest on his shoulders. He holds me close. We lay back down. "I love you too," I whisper. When I say that he holds me tighter. We stay like that for a long time. The sun rests low in the sky. We get our clothes back on. I drape his cloak over his shoulders and fasten it for him. He kisses my forehead. "Thank you, love." I smile. We began our walk back to our horse. We stop at a little town on our way back. We walk through the market. We grab a bite to eat and we pass by a jeweler. Jon stops. "Stay here." He says. I do. He walks to the jeweler. After a moment he comes back. "Come on, let's go." We ride back to the wall. We have to make sure everyone's asleep when we get back. We sneak in and get to our room safely. We get to the room. I remove my cloak and hang it. I undo the strings and slip out of my dress. I slip into a nightgown.

I turn and Jon is in only his pants as usual. He holds a small cloth. He takes my hand and I softly step closer to him. He has me hold my hands out and he places the cloth in them. He unwraps the cloth in my hand. In my hands rests a necklace. A silver chain and a gorgeous blue gem in a silver teardrop frame. "Jon." I look at him. "I can't." "I insist." I smile at him. He clips the necklace on me and I turn to face him. "It's beautiful Jon." "Not as beautiful as you." He kisses my forehead. "Thank you, Jon." We head to bed.

[megsironthrone]

Taken

Based on this request:  Hello you amazing human! I hope you are well, and I hope that this AU request somewhat makes sense and is viable.. it's an AU idea where when one person gets hurt--their soulmate feels it as well. I was thinking maybe reader is taken from Sandor (I'm obsessed with Sandor sorry >.<), and she is being harmed in some way and Sandor feels her pain as he tries to save her. (This prompt may be rubbish, but maybe it will be somewhat useful?) Much love to you and the blog. You're all amazing <3

AND this one:  Hey Meg! Happy you opened requests again!! I just had an idea - how about a Sandor x reader soulmate AU: Soulmates share the same injuries and of course, the reader has the same scars as him. And when they meet, Sandor is completely thrown off by how badly he had taken care of himself and therefore hurt his soulmate? But they forgive him of course :) by @writing-journeyx-personal

Here you are, lovelies! I do not own Sandor. He belongs to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Soulmate AU! Mentions of kidnapping, violence, and torture. Angst with semi-happy ending.

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x fem!reader

Sandor felt bad for his soulmate. In a world where soulmates shared scars and pain, his soulmate got the worst of the worst. If not for the fact that he had scars from things he hadn't done, Sandor wouldn't have even known he had a soulmate. He felt for them because he knew they had to get the same looks of horror that he did whenever people saw his face. But it was nothing compared to how badly he felt when his soulmate was in trouble.

         He felt the shooting pain out of nowhere. He was working on rebuilding Winterfell as usual when he first felt the pain. He shook it off at first, but it got progressively worse as the day went on. By the time Sandor was heading to the courtyard to train, the pain was getting to him. It nearly brought him to his knees. He swore to himself and headed back inside.

         Sandor threw a few things into a pack then went to the stables to saddle Stranger. The pain he was feeling told him that his soulmate was in trouble. Big trouble. Someone had taken them from their home and was torturing them. The question was, how was he going to find this person? He had absolutely no clue where to begin looking, so he simply followed the intensity of the pain.

Your POV

         Days. That's how long you'd been taken captive. That's how long you'd been being tortured. Hour after hour, day after day. By the end of the third day, you were begging for it to end. You wanted nothing more than to get away, but you didn't have the strength. Still, even with everything you were going through, you couldn't help but think about your soulmate.

         You knew whoever it was had had a rough life. The scars on your face were proof of that. And the added scars and pain over the years told you that it didn't get any better as you both grew up. You hoped that your soulmate would be able to handle the pain you were going through. The pain that was bad enough to make you pass out.

Sandor's POV

         Sandor was nearly weighed down by the pain, but he knew he was getting close. He stood outside an old keep that was falling to ruin. The pain was searing through him. Grabbing his sword, Sandor barged into the keep. At first, he didn't hear or see anything. Then, he heard a voice.

         "Disgusting woman." The sound of someone being hit followed the disparaging comment. "Deformed creature." Another hit. Sandor winced at the feeling. He knew his soulmate was going through hell at that moment. Pushing through the pain, Sandor found the place he was looking for. He broke in the door and came face-to-face with your captor. In a quick second, he killed the man and let his eyes wander to you. You were unconscious on the cold stone floor.

         Sandor scooped you up and carried you out of the room and outside. You whimpered in his arms. "It's alright. I've got ya," he whispered. Your eyes flickered open for a brief second and met his gaze. Sandor wanted to flinch away, but you smiled. "It's you," you said softly before losing consciousness again.

         He took you to the nearest inn. Once you were safe in the bed, Sandor took the time to really study you and your features. Every single scar and old injury on his body was also present on yours. Sandor couldn't help the small twinge of guilt that settled in his stomach.

         He really hadn't been taking very good care of himself. Getting into duels with anyone he felt wronged him. Killing for Joffrey. And the fight with Brienne of Tarth that nearly led to his death. Every single thing recorded on both your bodies. "Y-You're staring." The whispered voice snapped Sandor out of his guilt for a moment.

         "I'm sorry you're hurting," you said. Sandor let out a dark chuckle. "I've had worse. Let's focus on getting ya healed." You nodded and winced. You were quiet for a few minutes. "What's your name?" you finally asked. Sandor arched a brow. "Ya don't know?" You shook your head. Sandor wasn't sure what to make of that. Everyone knew who the scarred man was. Then again, you'd lived with his scars too. But maybe people were kinder to you than they had been to him.

         "Sandor. Clegane." It took a bit of effort, but you managed a smile. "Lady Y/N of House Y/L/N. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Sandor. Though I am sorry it had to be under these circumstances." Sandor laughed again. "Considerin' I never expected to met ya at all, I'd say this is an improvement." It was your turn to chuckle, but  movement hurt you.

         "Stop that. 'M not good with stitches and ya might tear yours." Your eyes watered. It was as if you couldn't believe Sandor had managed to stitch you up without collapsing from the pain. "Thank you, Sandor." He shrugged and you smiled. You carefully reached over and took his hand in yours. "I believe the gods were good to me in giving me a soulmate like you."

         Sandor stared at you in disbelief. You now knew who he was and you were still happy to have him as a soulmate? Surely you'd heard the stories about him. Surely you had to be frightened of him...at least a little. So why did it seem like you weren't? As if reading his mind, you spoke again.

         "I know you must have had a terrible childhood to feel such pain so young. I remember the day these scars appeared on my face. The pain I felt in that moment is something I can never forget as long as I live. Whatever you have done as a result of that was simply your way of staying strong in a world that clearly has no love for you. But I believe that you are a great man, Sandor Clegane."

         "Ya don't know me. I'm a killer. Always have been, always will be." You scoffed. "I'm sure you had your reasons, Sandor. But I don't want to think about that now. We have plenty of time to get to know one another. For now, I just want to enjoy your company while we decide what to do from here. Can we do that?" After a few moments of simply staring at you, Sandor finally nodded. This was turning out to be a very interesting turn of events and one Sandor would never take for granted.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

@brewsthespirit-blog @ghostie-writes @littlemisscaptainfandom @etherealpotter @line-viper @frozenhuntress67 @cd1242

[nightqueendany]

Another submission today:

No one is saying that you should think that they’re the best writers. I think that their work pretty much speaks for itself. Y'all called 7x06 trash and it won an award for best direction. Same with season 7. Won the biggest Emmy for the year. People who claim Emilia can’t act were bitter because she won some prestigious award for acting. Not saying you do these things, but the same people who shit on D&D also shit on the actors.

You can criticize without being nasty. The “Dumb and Dumber” thing is juvenile or calling them hacks or whatever vitriolic shit that people feel the need to spew. Fyi, Benioff is a great writer. He’s written critically acclaimed shit. Google it.

They are the middle men between the HBO execs and the fans. HBO wanted to extend the show to 10 seasons, but D&D stopped that because they know that quality is better than quantity. So many of the things that they’re criticised for are actually shitty because people like to focus on pendatic shit. For example the so called time travel has been there since day one. Catelyn travelled from KL to the Vale in one episode. A raven was sent to Stannis and it got to him in the next scene. Their biggest crime is overestimating some of their audience and thinking that they’ll appreciate the “show don’t tell” approach. 

So they made some changes. So what? It’s only the book readers who care about that shit and considering that many of those book readers swore with all their heart and Daenerys isn’t Jon’s type, they’re not the type of company that you should be proud of keeping. They’re clueless fucks who circlejerk to uncovering the mysteries of a fictional story and then end up being wrong years later. They’re the same people who claim that Jon is stealing Stannis’ plot.

David and Dan have the same bugdet that friends had almost two decades ago and look what they’re delivering to our screens. 

Fyi, they’ve been criticized since the very beginning of the show for not sticking to George’s vision only for George to come out this year and say that most of what happened in S7 was what he planned. Some so called mistakes and plotholes aren’t that at all. Like the chains for Viserion. If people weren’t blind with nerd rage, they would have seen that the Night King shot him down close to a dock that was buried in snow and that dock had chains. The time it took Dany to arrive was ambiguous. They put in a lot of time and effort to make it as close to perfect as possible. It’s not their fault that GRRM couldn’t keep his word and finish the books on time.

There’s no difference between some of y'all and the star wars fans who shit on Kathleen Kennedy for making some changes on the movies. Entitled, bratty, ungrateful fans. Thank God it’s almost over. Unfortunately, the prequels are here and the pretentious book readers are already complaining because of the casting descriptions.

Also, being a woman doesn’t excuse you from being a decent human being. Most of Daenerys’ thoughts are in her head in the book. Unless you wanted a voice over, there’s no way that they would have been able to convey her thoughts. Even with her thoughts, pov and other POVs of her character where people see how great she is, she was one of the most hated characters amongst book readers so you can’t blame D&D for that. Watching reaction videos should tell you all you need to know about how people see her. Even without reading about her compassion, viewers are drawn to her.

Finally, Daenerys is a fictional character no matter how wonderful and amazing she is, she’s not real. The people who work on the show are. It is messed up to focus on what you perceive to be their fuck ups. If people did that to you, you’d never grow

I’m so confused, Dan Weiss, is that you?? I’m half convinced this is Dan Weiss.

1) I’m not a pedantic book reader. I’ve said many times I started with Season 1 of the show, then read the books, then continued with the show as it aired. I’ve never pretended to be a book-expert. There are many of them here and on Reddit and Westeros.org and in the comments sections of Geroge’s Not a Blog but I’ve always admitted my knowledge of the entire WOIAF is limited to a once through read of the books and the show. I’ve certainly never pretended to know the series any better than anyone else.

2) I’ve stuck up for decisions made by D&D PLENTY of times. I got a lot of shit in inbox from anons when I wrote a post defending (or suspending judgement) on their choice to have Sansa replace Jeyne Poole in the Ramsay-Winterfell-rape plot which is decidedly their most controversial decision that was not a matter that wasn’t out of their hands, like network things.

And I’ve defended other storylines from them as well - the wight hunt mission, I’ve talked extensively about how it would have happened any way you slice the story so it wasn’t a “dumb” D&D idea, I’ve talked about their filming & casting limitations and how it’s a result of location and availability and not anything to do with the actual race of the extras in scenes, I’ve talked about how I definitely think Dany will burn the Khals in the books, just as she did in the show, defending that plot, I’ve talked about things I love in terms of book vs show - Battle of Blackwater, Robb&Talisa, how Season 6 is unarguably the best season of Game of Thrones and it’s the one that had to go completely off books because they had surpassed what George had already written, I’ve talked about how I’m glad they left Lady Stoneheart out of the story because I thought it would have cheapened Catelyn’s death and the impact of Jon’s resurrection, I’ve talked about how I like that they changed scenes like Dany’s wedding night and the Jaime/Cersei sex scene next to Joffrey’s body in the Sept because in the books the nature of the ambiguity of “consent” is ridiculous and D&D choosing to present those scenes as rape made it easier for the audience to see what was actually going on vs the books which leave it open to question whether the victims are actually victims, I’ve talked about how I like they aged Missandei up so that Daenerys could have an actual friend as opposed to young Missandei in the books who’s dependent on her and sees her as a mother figure, I’ve praised the show for making Dany more mature when it comes to her relationship with Daario, I’ve talked about how I love Shae and Sansa’s relationship in the show and how they humanized Shae and made her a more lovable character, I’ve praised the show for setting Tyrion and Dany together sooner than in the books because the Tyrion ruling Meereen in Dany’s absence plot worked really well, I’ve defended their depiction of the Jonerys romance to Jonsa and Jonerys shippers alike who say it was rushed or poorly done and praised the way they so closely stuck to both Jon and Dany’s character....so many others, I forget them all.

3) I’ve never called D&D “Dumb and Dumber” or any other rude names and I usually refrain from using insults like that on my entire blog. I also usually refrain from reblogging posts that contain language like that because it’s childish and really insulting.

4) Just because someone’s writing or something is “critically acclaimed” doesn’t mean really anything. Critics nowadays are widely acknowledged as being “out of touch” with the times and the nature of story-telling as a whole and many industry people also admit this - Why do you think the Oscars wanted to include that “Outstanding Popular Film” category for the coming year? So not sure what David Benioff’s critically acclaimed other work has to do with anything.

5) I’ve never really criticized D&D for their plot lines or storytelling as a whole. I think I’ve only pointed out plot holes only twice - once about Jon receiving Tyrion’s raven before Sam’s even though Sam’s was sent an entire episode before Tyrion’s and once about Jon telling Tormund Dany would only fight beside them if he bent the knee when the entire Wight Hunt mission was so Dany could fight beside them and he hadn’t bent the knee.

Aside from that, I’ve never criticized their story choices as they deviate from GRRM.

I’ve criticized their portrayal of women - especially Dany but really women as a whole - throughout the story and I don’t think I need to defend my criticism for that. It’s a HUGE deal.

Because here’s the thing - story changes made by D&D...don’t really matter. They’ve said plenty of times the show will end just as the books will end so I’m happy to tag along with their journey because I know they’ll stay faithful to George’s vision in that respect and I’ve defended them to other fans in this regards.

But when they CONTINUALLY make decisions that cast female characters in a much harsher light than their book counterparts and cast male characters in much better light than their book counterparts, I’m not going to defend that! I’m not going to sit idly by and just pretend I’m okay with that.

If it were one or two isolated incidences, it would be nothing. But that’s not the case. This is a pattern repeated time and time again throughout the entire series. This isn’t a network thing, this isn’t even about “you can’t please everyone.” This is blatant sexism, regardless of whether that was their intention or not.

Just now looking at the IMDB page for GOT, I noticed they’ve only had TWO women work in writing aspects for the show for a total of 4 episodes. The rest were written exclusively by men. Also, only ONE female director has directed a total of 4 episodes throughout the series.

Now I know, as someone who is a film minor and one day wants to work in the industry, that the film and television industry as a whole, is very lacking when it comes to representing women and that’s unfortunate. So it’s not entirely their fault. They just fell into the pattern of the industry.

But again, when it comes to sticking to George’s original dialogue or creating their own, the times they’ve opted to create their own frequently results negatively for female characters...or when a female character’s lines are given to a male character making the man appear the brilliant one in the scene.

I’m really curious to know if this anon is a man or woman...or Dan Weiss. Not that it changes anything but perhaps it’s the reason you’ve yet to either notice the sexism in the writing or just don’t see it as such a big deal.

Yes, these are all fictional characters and the people behind the show are real people.

But the people who watch the show are real people too. And while again, I know there is no possible way for D&D to please every single member of their audience, the least they could do is approach their writing from a more neutral standpoint or, you know, just fucking hire a full-time woman to co-write episodes with.

However, it’s too late for that. The show is finished. There’s no changing what’s already been made.

So I will be here, continuing to defend a female character that wouldn’t need nearly as much defending, had she been translated onto the screen properly and not through a biased lens.

[fourtrisheafanfic]

The Cloak: Chapter 4

Also on Ao3: (x)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A short dive into the beginning of S8 of GoT. Jon and Dany attempt to cloak their love as the great reveal and the tampering of others threatens to tears them apart. This will have romance, angst and smut.  I am not a GoT expert, this is not about plot points or trying to stay perfectly true to character. This fic is emotion centered and written for fun. I hope you enjoy! **I have no rights to these characters, all belong to HBO and Author of GoT** Mostly Unedited

Chapter 4: The Cloak

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Actual GoT Season 8 – Casting call: A sassy/attractive girl, 18-25: GOT would like to find a "sexy and confident" young northern woman for just one scene. The role is "memorable" and will be with leading cast.

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Author’s Note:  Here is chapter 4, enjoy. It is ANGST - but no fear, this will be HEA. I don’t like reading sad endings, let alone writing them. A huge THANK YOU to my fellow GoT fanfic writer,  her work is amazing! - LustOnMyFingers (on Ao3, here she is: @tomakeitbeautifultolive  ) - for her help with how to add images to my chapters on Ao3 and for taking a look at this chapter beforehand.  xoxo

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^^ The next day^^

Sighing softly, Arya finishes getting dressed for the day. Although Jon and his travel party arrived to Winterfell less than twenty-four hours ago, it feels more like a week. So much has happened in such a small amount of time.

My brother, Jon. I don’t care what Bran says…Jon will always be my older brother.  

Always.

Shaking her head, Arya never dreamed Jon would become King of the North.  The brother she loved as early back as she could remember, who was always made to feel as though he was not as good as the rest of their siblings.

Arya remembers the meeting Tyrion led after dinner last night. It was the Stark family members, Davos, and Sam that Tyrion requested to meet with. Jon had stormed in late, he was visibly upset but insisted that Tyrion hurry and get it over with. Tyrion was very factual and calm as he revealed what the Dragon Queen had decided in regards to the North and carving it out of the seven-kingdoms. The North would remain independent, and Jon would remain King of the North.

Rolling her eyes, Arya remembers having to pinch Sansa’s arm to get her to stop gloating with relief. Bran nodded as though he believed it was a good idea, or maybe he knew already from listening in to other’s private conversations earlier.

Davos was on the same page as Arya, both watching their king as the news was relayed. Jon said nothing. From the moment he entered the room after dinner, he was silent and brooding. Arya was starting to worry that Jon’s feelings for Daenerys Targaryen was much more serious than anyone was aware of.

Arya doesn’t care about titles, or who is King or Warden of Winterfell. What she cares about is her brother’s happiness. As much as Arya wants Jon to be content in life, she isn’t convinced that the Dragon Queen is right for him.  Especially with all she has witnessed in the last day, Daenerys came across as very cold and indifferent.

As soon as Tyrion’s meeting ended, Jon said goodnight and walked out. He had made it very clear he didn’t want to talk about anything else that evening. Sansa was very pleased with the new direction and needed to take lead on logistics for Winterfell, as the undead approach many more Northerners are arriving to Winterfell each hour that passes. Sansa was so relieved that Daenerys’s armies were comfortable with the camps that have been set up on the surrounding lands. We are running out of room for all of the Lords, women and children that need refuge.

With time on her hands before it was time to turn in for the night, Arya asked Davos if he would accompany her to visit Gendry. The smirk Davos gave her was enough to make her cheeks flush, but the loyal man happily complied.

Davos did make sure to tell Arya that once she was done spending time with Gendry that he would personally escort her, alone, back to her room…that same evening. Arya laughed at the old man, she could see why Jon appreciated his counsel and company so much.

They found Gendry working hard, helping assemble tools out of dragonglass that Jon had brought back. Arya has enjoyed finding Gendry again, and she finds herself wanting to get to know him again. But also weighing on her mind, is her need for information about Jon. She had known that Gendry traveled with Jon and Daenerys by ship.

Arya recalled what Daenerys had said to Jon in the small counsel room: “Almost everyone in this room got to hear us on the boat. So what if they also get to hear you ending things between us now?”

Of course Arya could guess what types of things people in the travel party had heard, but she wanted details from Gendry, and Davos as well if he was willing to share.

Unfortunately, as close as she and Gendry were becoming again he is very loyal to Davos and Jon. At least when it comes to Jon’s privacy. Neither Gendry nor Davos were willing to spill any private details of Jon’s history with the dragon queen. Arya knew that she would get no further by asking directly.  

Arya smiles at her satchel with her collection of faces, she will find another way to investigate if needed.

Groaning as Arya shuts her bedroom door for the morning – she recalls her late night of sneaking around Winterfell numerous times to keep an eye on Jon.

As Davos had escorted her back to her room, she saw a brooding Jon roaming the halls. She choose not to approach him as he seemed so very sad and unhappy.

It was also last night that Arya begin to think about the incest issue, she hasn’t spoken to Jon about it as he refuses to discuss Daenerys with anyone.

Although not how they are raised. She wants Jon to be happy.  

Arya decides to walk to Sansa’s room before the dining hall.

“Good morning Arya, I am glad you came by. There is a lot to be done today, I was hoping you could help me with some things,” Sansa asks while signing documents at her desk. “Jon has not been…himself. I haven’t bothered to transfer back all of the responsibilities yet.”

“Of course, I actually came here to talk about Jon. I am worried about him,” Arya says cautiously. She decides not to tell Sansa about what she saw in the halls last night. Sansa can be so judgmental at times.  

“If this is about Jon and the queen, it may be hard for him now but it is good they found out early they are related,” Sansa says calmly. “Jon did the right thing.”

Arya’s eyebrows raise. “You know, we have history of incest in the Stark family, not even that far back.”

Scoffing, Sansa frowns while signing. “You seem to have put a lot of thought into this, my question is why?”

“Our own grandparents were cousins, Sansa! Our father’s parents were Rickard Stark and Lyarra Stark,” Arya protests. She doesn’t feel strongly either way, but there is still the part of her that loves to argue with her older sister.

“Arya, I am not concerned with family history. What I can tell you, Joffrey was a monster, he was insane…and his parents were siblings!” Sansa snaps, her irritation growing. “I think Jon is wise to worry about his future, especially since he most likely want children one day.”

“Ramsey was insane, evil even. Was he product of incest?” Arya asks.

Sansa rolls her eyes, shaking her head as a no.

“What about Myrcella and Tommen, were they insane and evil too?”

Sansa puts down her pen, meeting Arya’s eyes. She hasn’t thought of Tommen and Myrcella in ages, but she was flooded with both warmth and sadness.  They were good. They were kind.

And now that, like so many are gone.

“No, they weren’t any of those things,” Sansa concedes, a sad look now on her face.

“Evil exists, whether it is something someone is born with or due to their upbringing…but I don’t think it is fair to assume that children from an aunt and uncle are destined for ruin,” Arya says. “All I know is that I love Jon, and I want him to be happy.”

Sansa nods, she wants the same thing for her brother.

“Jon was so happy yesterday when he first arrived to Winterfell. Which was expected as he was finally reunited with his favorite sister…” Arya laughs at the scowl on Sansa’s face. “Have you really looked at him? I mean since Bran blew up his world...since he ended things with her.”

“I’ve been busy, but yes. I am seeing the same thing you are,” Sansa admits, knowing that Jon is miserable. “Arya, you should talk to Jon. And alone, he bit my head when I asked him about Daenerys. Don’t forget, it is more than just the incest issue. I think he is very upset that father is not actually his…”

“Sansa, father adored Jon. No matter what, he will always be Jon’s father too. In every way that matters,” Arya insists but agrees, she plans to ask Jon the hard questions. No matter how much he wants to avoid it.

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Arya spars with Brienne in the courtyard after breakfast, both are testing out their new swords. Gendry worked throughout the night to finish both Arya and Brienne’s dragonglass weapons. Arya had mentioned that training with Brienne was able to challenge her the best.

Gendry immediately met with both women to gather specifications he needed to make their new swords.

Arya’s cheeks flush with warmth remembering the time she has spent with him, since just finding out he was alive just the day before.

“Arya, do you need a break? You look flushed,” Brienne chastised, a touch of humor in her voice.

Arya is about to push back when she notices Jon across the courtyard, he is speaking with a few of the Northern Lords. Even from a distance she can see his body language, he looks tired and put out. The dark circles under his eyes and preoccupation makes him looks year older than he is.

“I need to speak with Jon, do you mind if we regroup after?” Arya asks, smiling as Brienne agrees and turns to Podrick for his turn to spar.

Arya approaches quietly, Jon is speaking to the Lords to go over the weapon types that are being wielded with dragonglass. There is a dispute on whether the Lords should just pick weapon types or ask their men for their preference.

Arya leans against a wall, observing all those around her. The courtyard is full, Winterfell has had even more arrivals today. As the army of the undead approaches, the most northern houses have begun migrating their people to Winterfell.  

The hope is that it will just be as an unnecessary precaution.

Arya notices a small group of maidens standing on the opposite side of Jon’s group. They are watching Jon’s every move and giggling. At first Arya assumed it was the many young men sparing throughout the courtyard that were drawing the group’s attention, but after a moment it became obvious that it was mainly Jon that has captured their fancy.

Arya notices a young woman in purple cloak, she sticks out from the rest. She seems very confident, and calm. Arya can also admit that her beauty allows her to stand out more than the rest, numerous men are stealing glances at her. She is quite the northern beauty. Arya has no idea who she is, nor has she ever seen her before.

Arya can also clearly see that this young woman only has eyes for Jon.

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Arya approaches Jon as his conversation ends, he is staring intently at the fresh snow on the ground.

“Jon, do you have a minute? Is everything okay?” Arya asks quietly.

“Of course, Arya. I just looking at the snow…we must have gotten a snow fall last night,” Jon mumbles painfully. His mind has been remembering his conversation with Dany from the boat. He misses her so much. Every turn he makes, he is faced with painful memories of things they have talked about, moments together and now broken promises he has made.

“Yes, the season of winter does sometimes result in the falling of snow, brother,” Arya smiles, hoping to get a smile from. It doesn’t come.

“Is everything okay, Arya? Did Gendry finish your new sword?” Jon asks worriedly. He has witnessed how incredibly skilled his little sister now is, but the thought of her facing off with the undead army makes his blood run cold.

“Oh, yeah. Yes, Gendry did an amazing job. Look, Jon. I really wanted to talk to you about Daenerys-” Arya begins.

“No,” Jon snaps, cutting Arya off. “There is nothing to talk about. Leave it alone, Arya. Please.”

Arya places her hand on his arm, “Jon, if not me…who can you talk to you about her? Let’s not pretend that you aren’t in pain, that you don’t have strong feelings for her.”

Jon moves a step away, so that her hand drops to her side. “There is nothing to discuss, Arya. Dany and I are now over…and in case you missed the obvious, she detests me. It’s too late. I am asking you to leave it alone.” He finishes, then turning away from his sister before letting her respond.

Arya frowns, unsure of what to say. She doesn’t know the dragon queen well enough to dispute Jon’s assessment.

“I have to go, I’ll see you at lunch,” Jon gives Arya a quick nod before walking away.

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“And there goes another one, this is painful to watch,” Arya snickers quietly in Sansa’s ear.

The sisters are watching as numerous maidens miserably attempt to flirt with the great King Jon. The comical part being the fact that Jon is completely oblivious to their advances.

“Why would Jon notice anything, he hasn’t torn his eyes away from Daenerys even once since lunch started. It’s almost pathetic,” Sansa says equally as quietly, hoping that no one overhears her. “How did your talk go?”

“Not well,” Arya answers and frowns. As Jon told her that he has no hope with the dragon queen, she seems to be the only thing on his mind. All he does is stare at her and brood.

Arya notices the beautiful young maiden from the courtyard again, she is sitting close to Jon but has not made any attempts to flirt with him. She is discreet and dignified, but Arya still sees the way she watches Jon carefully out of the corner of her eye. She seems to be waiting for the possibility that Jon will notice her great beauty and pay attention to her. Ready to speak to him, but holding back on initiating.

Watching Daenerys Targaryen throughout the meal has also provided insightful. The young queen has not looked in Jon’s general direction even one time. In fact she has been very careful to never look at any of the Starks, Davos or Sam. She seems to be avoiding anyone that has anything to do with Jon. Arya wonders if she has any clue that Jon is basically watching her every move. Arya also wonders if she would even care

Arya reminds herself that Jon ended things between them, fighting her first inclination is to despise the queen for her role in his current unhappiness

“Jon didn’t want to talk about it, he is adamant they are over,” Arya answers Sansa, her mind deciding it is time she investigate more.

It is time to become no one.

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Wanting to blend into the background, Arya choose the face of a plain, older woman. She wore clothes that made her appear to be one of the many servants. With so many additional people at Winterfell, Sansa has been utilizing staff from other houses. No one will find her disguise to be out of place.

Gendry and Davos arrived to the dining hall as lunch was ending, which could not have worked better for Arya. She knew they would be staying late in order to eat and then she could be part of the clean-up staff without them noticing her.

Arya walks over to the men, pretending to be deaf as she motions for them to lift their feet while she rudely sweeps under the table where they are eating. Davos and Gendry do as told before continuing with their conversation. Arya listens quietly while cleaning, pretending to not even notice them.

Davos sighs. “That boy has not even so much as looked at a woman in years. The queen opened his heart to love again. It’s quite tragic how things have played out. Of all of the women in the world, to fall in love with someone that is his blood.”

“I want to feel bad for him, but I really don’t. He has a beautiful queen, that is madly in love with him…and he just dropped her,” Gendry rolls his eyes before continuing. “It seems rather foolish to me. Love is worth fighting for, no matter what!”

Arya is glad she is wearing a mask, she feels her cheeks flush at Gendry’s words about love. She makes sure to be looking in the opposite direction, not wanting to see Gendry’s face. She does look forward to finding him before dinner this evening, they agreed to meet in the courtyard to spend time together.

“Look at you, one day in the presence of Lady Arya Stark and you’re suddenly a bloody love-poet!” Davos laughs wholeheartedly before directing the conversation back to Jon. “The truth is no one can force Jon to accept who and what he is. Just as no one could ever force the dragon queen to forgive the king if he ever tried to win her back…”

Arya cringes, Davos appears to have the same concerns she has. Daenerys was furious and hurt by Jon…but now she seems to be completely done with him.

They say the opposite of love is not hate, instead the opposite of love is complete indifference.

Which is where Queen Daenerys seems to be now.

“No way, Davos. That queen loves him dearly. She risked her life and her dragons to save him. Yes, there were others that needed saving…but her face when it was believed Jon had died beyond the wall. I couldn’t even look at her, I felt so bad for her suffering,” Gendry reminded Davos with confidence.

“Aye, you bring up a good point, son. Eh, speak of the devil…there is our king now. We should best stop gossiping like old women before he hears us. Be ready to give Jon an update on the dragonglass,” Davos says while shoving a large spoon of stew into his mouth.

Arya resumes sweeping, as she turns her back from the men. She has yet to be around Jon when wearing a face. She doesn’t want to risk him recognizing her.

Jon storms over, his face is pulled into a tight frown.

“Davos, I was just informed that the queen has left Winterfell! How did this happen without my approval?!” Jon barks.

“Your grace…my understanding is that Queen Daenerys would only be leaving for the day in order to visit her armies. She isn’t leaving for good…is she?” Davos says, sounding concerned.

“Well no, of course not. She wouldn’t do that. But she will be gone all day, and I would have expected to have been apprised ahead of time. I am king of the North, I should know when the queen is going out on daily excursions!” Jon spits.

“Forgive me, your grace. But did you think the queen would have wanted you to join her?” Davos pushes back. Davos knows he is bringing up a sore subject for his king. But he also knows that if Jon is going to have any chance to fix his love life, he needs to move quickly. That’s if it’s not already too late.

“Obviously not,” Jon snaps, frowning at the question. Even Arya knows that Daenerys would not have wanted his company, she can’t even bear to look at Jon right now. She can only guess how dejected that point made him feel.

“I am the King, and I just feel it is my responsibility to make sure she remains safe while here, in my home.  That is all,” Jon says before turning to leave.

“Understood, I will keep that in mind moving forward,” Davos agrees.

Jon nods in thanks and begins to walk away.

“Oh, Tyrion has been asking. Any word from the south? We are still waiting for Cersei’s armies to arrive,” Jon questions the men.

“No, I will follow up with Varys. He is always in the know,” Davos says.

Jon nods again before walking out of the dining hall.

Arya sighs as she resumes her sweeping. She is worried both Jon and Daenerys are too damned stubborn to ever make up. Even if they do really love each other.

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Jon finishes his plated dinner, he is eating alone in his private study this evening. Being so despondent he decided to dine alone so he could concentrate on work. Daenerys and her small travel party would not be back in time for this evening’s feast. Had she been at dinner he would have tortured himself some more, and watched her every move from across the dining hall.

It’s as if I no longer exist in her world. She won’t even look at me.

Another way he has tortured himself all day long was listening to the comments of men around him, all completely enamored with the dragon’s queen and her beauty. Jon has had to turn away from the many men that have stared at her with lust or appreciation since they arrived to Winterfell.

Jon slowly releases the breath he had been holding. He doesn’t know how he will survive when she marries one day, or even just takes a lover. The thought of her in another man’s arms sends a chill down his spine, a dull feeling in his chest.

Jon resumes reading his papers, Sansa has done an amazing job running Winterfell, but the war needs his attention now.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jon recalls his awful night and then day. Miserable is the only word to describe how he feels. He was unable to sleep his first night in Winterfell, anytime he tried to lay down he would think of Dany. He missed holding her in his arms, he missed being able to love her completely.

And when he wasn’t thinking about Dany, he was agonizing over the fact that Ned Stark was his uncle, and not his father.

So Ned is my uncle, the same way that Daenerys is my aunt.

Groaning Jon dives back into his work. There is so much to be done. Pouring over maps, weapon counts, numbers of men, many hours go by. Jon fights to concentrate on what is needed, worrying about the things that have gone wrong are not going to save his people from the white walkers.

Jon doesn’t even know if he will live past this war, he could easily die. It dawns on him that he can’t imagine a world in which Daenerys isn’t alive. He is so torn about his feelings. There is still a large part of him that wishes he had just waited before bluntly ending things with her. He wishes he had taken the time to think things through.

Fuck, he loves her. He knows he does still. He never doubted for a moment that he would always love her.

He loves her with every part of him that is.

Jon wishes he had never learned the truth from Bran and Sam. None of it.

What he hates most of all, is that Ned is not his father. The biggest part of his identity came from being Ned Stark’s son. Jon feels a pang in his heart. He had been concentrating so much on the incest with Dany, and then losing her…that he hadn’t concentrated on what it meant to not be Ned’s son. Even his own siblings…are really his cousins.

Jon thinks about his childhood at Winterfell. How Catelyn hated him with such a passion. Jon knows that Ned and his wife had a great love between them…why couldn’t Ned have just trusted his own wife to know the truth about him? Surely she loved her husband enough to join him in protecting Jon. It was her deep envy of the unknown, of how Ned had come to father a bastard, that drove her to such hate. How could Ned not have trusted his own wife that way? A wife that he loved so dearly.

                Should Dany trust you now? Look at how you are treating her…

Jon is startled at the revelation his mind made. He realizes that he had been thinking of Dany as his wife, thinking of a marriage with Dany. He wanted to marry her, to have forever with her.

Jon feels completely off kilter, he fears he has ruined everything.

Placing his head in his hands while resting his elbows on his desk, Jon tries to think things through. He doesn’t know if Dany still cares about him, or if he even will have a chance to talk to her again. She wants nothing to do with him. He is lost in thought, wishing he could turn back time to the previous day.

“Your Grace?” a woman’s soft voice rings through his office.

Jon is startled, his eyes snapping up to search the room. He sees a young woman standing a couple of feet away from his desk. After deciding she is no danger, he doesn’t look at her closely. The truth of the matter is he just wants to be alone with his thoughts.

“You startled me,” Jon says. “Why are you here?”

“My apologies, your grace, I was asked to check if you needed anything,” the young maiden purrs softly.

Jon slowly releases a breath to control his emotions. He just wants to be alone but he also doesn’t want to be rude to this woman, one of his subjects. He is still king after all. “I am fine. If you have the time, the plates from my finished dinner can be cleared.”

“Of course, your grace, but maybe later. I am actually here to see is I can assist you in another manner. To relieve your stress,” the young maiden say confidently, stepping closer to Jon as he still sits at his desk.

Jon’s eyes snap up to meet hers, seeing her for the first time. Jon cannot deny that she is very beautiful, she appears to be about his age. He gulps, momentarily wondering if he is reading too much into her words.

“My family joined your travel party the last leg to Winterfell,” the young woman says softly. Jon then studies her, he remembers the trip and he doesn’t recall seeing her before. The only family that joined their travel party was the Karstarks.

“I actually looked for you the night before we arrived, in your tent…it was empty,” she finishes with a small smirk on her face. “I was hoping you could help keep me warm.”

Moving to the front of the desk, the young beauty is now very close to a sitting Jon. She unties the top of her cloak, baring her voluptuous breasts and leaning back seductively against the desk. Her cloak now having fallen around her waist. 

She places her hand to Jon’s cheek and speaks provocatively. “I have desired you for so long my King, and now that we face such eminent danger I want tonight to please you.”

Jon tries to control his scowl, “Desired me? For so long you say? Who are you?” He places his hand over hers.

The maiden keeps her smile firm, “I am Tila of house Karstark. A distant cousin of Alys, Lady of Karhold. I was in Winterfell the day you became King.”

There it is, Jon thinks. It does not escape his attention that this woman probably would have never wanted him as just a bastard.

“Is that the day you speak of, when you say you began to desire me?” Jon asks emotionlessly as he removes her hand from his face.

Tila’s voice falters as she is perplexed by his change in tone and actions. She answers his question honestly, she does lust for him. “Yes, you were so handsome and…”

“And I became The King, no longer the bastard of Winterfell. Isn’t that the most important detail you are leaving out?” Jon interrupts her. He then stands at his desk putting distance between the two.

Tila blushes, her robe still at her waist. She is a very beautiful woman, she is not used to such a cold rejection from a virile man. She is speechless.

“We are done here,” Jon says while trudging to the door of his study and as he is about to open it, he turns to her, seeing that she is still exposed. A look of shock on her pretty face. “My lady, you need to cover yourself up and leave.”

Dejected, Tila pulls up her robe roughly. Realizing a moment of passion with the young king was not going to happen, and she is very disappointed.

Walking towards him with her robe back on her shoulders, but not tied, Jon can see her large breast and that she is not wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. Her eyes meet his, still inviting him to take her. Her eyes are dark with lust and longing. She is a true northern beauty, he will give her that.

Alas, Jon feels no desire for her. She isn’t the woman that he loves. She isn’t the one woman that has made him feel like a man again after so many years.

Jon steps back while pulling open the door to his study, waiting as Tila finally passes. He is just relieved to see her finally go.

As she steps out of his study a loud gasp is heard in the hallway. Jon immediately steps out behind the young woman, his eyes landing on Dany’s stunned face!

Seven hells!

++o+ Chapter End +o++

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got/asoiaf fic: and labor till the work is done

Title: and labor till the work is done Jon & Sansa Remix: Day One/Day Seven - TV Couples - The Office | Jim/Pam/Free Day Characters/Pairings: Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Stark family, Sam, Theon, Margaery etc.; Jon/Sansa, past Sansa/Joffrey Rating: T/R Spoilers/Warnings: (quasi) The Office AU; references to past depression/suicidal ideation, past, mentioned symptoms of anorexia nervosa, past intimate partner violence, past attempted sexual assault, mention of past drug use (not a living character), Petyr Baelish appearance, underage drinking (Arya being 19) Word Count: ~27,500 Disclaimer: Title is from "Be Still" by the Killers. Summary: At twenty-one, Sansa Stark is ready to get her life back on track after over a year of taking online classes and traveling around Europe, beginning with settling down in New York City and working at her father's construction management company – Stark Industries – following with starting college full time again in the fall. Stark Industries is a family legacy she was hoping to avoid: Robb is a project manager, grooming to eventually be a partner, Arya is a summer intern with Bran sure to follow next year and Rickon in another three, and even Jon Snow, who is technically not family but who has been around for as long as Sansa can remember, works as an estimator. But Sansa is not who she was at sixteen or eighteen or even twenty and she's still in the process of learning what's truly important, like who she is, who she wants to be, and what kind of people she wants in her life. A/N: So this was supposed to be posted on day one of the @jonxsansaremix by @jonxsansafanfiction, but I ran out of time and now it'll have to be posted on the last/free day. Thank you to @marlahey for beta'ing as I aggressively tried to finish this in a timely manner you were amazing. Also thank you to everyone who cheered me on – hopefully this isn't pure garbage. I swear despite the warnings, this is primarily a happy fic!!

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Game of Thrones Episode 7.5 Takeaways

1. This episode is just one more awesome example of why Game of Thrones is amazing television!! I usually start from the beginning but!! Gilly read a written account of Rhaegar Targaryen annulling his marriage with Elia Martell and MARRYING LYANNA STARK!! OMFG!! That means that Jon isn’t a bastard at all, but the RIGHTFUL KING OF WESTEROS!! Sam, listen to your woman!!

2. I’m so surprised that Jaime didn’t get captured by Daenerys! He and Bronn only swam across a river for goodness sake! But I guess there just isn’t time left in the series for that to happen.

3. The Tarly’s demise happened pretty quickly, but I guess that means that Sam is the heir now? Or his son is? I’m not sure since he took the black. Doesn’t that make him ineligible to inherit?

4. That scene where Drogon allowed Jon to pet him will go a long way in convincing Daenerys to trust Jon, and also eventually accept that he’s a Targaryen!

5. And! Tyrion has also petted a dragon before, so I do think this confirms that Daenerys’ father raped Tyrion’s mother, making Tyrion half Targaryen as well. Thus the three heads of the dragon are Daenerys, Jon, and Tyrion!

6. Loved Tyrion and Jaime meeting again after so long, especially since Jaime knows that Tyrion didn’t kill Joffrey. Bronn is obviously still a friend to Tyrion, even if he is hanging with Jaime now.

7. I knew that Cersei would dismiss Jaime’s news about Olenna Tyrell being responsible for Joffrey’s death, but I didn’t think that she would lay down a story about a new child to Jaime. And to say that she will claim Jaime as the father! This will make it near impossible for Jaime to betray her now, but I think if he finds out she’s lying, he’ll finally open his eyes to her true nature. I still think he’s the younger brother that will kill her.

8. Holy crap, Gendry is alive! And living in King’s Landing like a badass! He’s even got a war hammer like his father used to use! I like that he was honest with Jon, but I hope that he doesn’t get killed before getting to Winterfell and meeting Arya again.

9. I’m glad that Arya and Sansa are back together, but they really don’t know anything about each other. I know they’ve been apart a long time, but Arya seems to be holding Sansa’s past behavior against her.

10. Really upset that Arya is falling right into Little Finger’s trap! I really hope that she will be able to see through it before she and Sansa are totally turned against each other. That would really suck. Hopefully Bran will make himself useful and warn her.

11. Wow so the Hound and the Brotherhood are finally in the same space as Jon, who Melisandre thinks could be their Lord of Light reincarnated. Also, I’m so nervous about Jon and company crossing the wall. A few of them are guaranteed to die, but I hope Tormund and Jorah live!

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@alexandersbne replied to your post:

the clique six are alive and well and love and support each other unconditionally, and i also love you

they’re great right now aren’t they?

riley? smiling every second, helping topanga and katy out in the cafe and getting to know her usual customers. she loves her community, she really does, and just before they open each day she heads out to their courtyard to share a scone and a hot chocolate with two shoes louie. he prefers chocolate chip but she likes blueberry and sometimes they compromise on cranberry white chocolate, but topanga always makes sure they’re nice and warm

maya? working with her art teacher on some new projects and going to new museum exhibits every week. she went to the costume institute at the met yesterday and riley insisted on coming along and taking photos of the pieces so that maya could get up close and sketch in the moment while they were there and still be able to revisit the outfits later

lucas? pappy joe is about to surprise him with a plane ticket back to texas to work on his farm for the next couple weeks. he’s got a few horses just days away from giving birth and he knows lucas would love to help out. he’s even planning on letting lucas name them since, you know, they’ll be lucas’ one day when he eventually takes over the family ranch (that’s pappy joe’s other surprise. it comes with a massive barn structure that could easily be converted into a vet’s office)

zay? he scored a scholarship to a ballet intensive at the joffrey. he’s coming home sore every day and he’s had about three ice baths in the last 24 hours but he’s loving every second of it. a couple of his instructors have even talked to him about possibly taking more classes at the joffrey during the school year, and he has a broadway audition coming up as well

smackle? the girl managed to score an internship at a local hospital for the summer. at fifteen years old. amazing. she says she wants to explore multiple scientific careers before she eventually decides on one. she’s spending her days shadowing surgeons and psychologists and nurses and pediatricians and she’s even gotten to work with a few patients, just asking them some basic questions while the nurses do their check-ups, but she’s loving it and she’s actually beginning to consider medical school. maybe she’ll change the world with a breakthrough in medicine someday

farkle? he’s at columbia. seriously. he was accepted to their pre-college program and he’s spending his summer taking college-level courses in science. his favorite class traces important scientific discoveries throughout history, since mr. matthews has gotten him quite interested in the past. he’s helping out his father at the company as well, and he’s got his own name plaque on his father’s desk. the other employees insist on calling him “lil genius” even when he rolls his eyes (that just makes them do it more)

so yeah. they love each other and they’re happy and they’re really thriving.

(and i also love you)

[evilsapphyre]

Sapphy’s Spoilerific Review

Season 7 Episode 5

In case the title isn’t specific enough, this will be a very spoiler-filled review for Game of Thrones.

You have been warned!

It seems like just the other day I was writing the review for the last episode. Maybe that’s because I was. Whoops! Word of warning, strap on your seatbelts, or else you may get whiplash from the back and forth of this episode. Anyways, this newest episode answers the burning question of whether or not our noble Ser Jaime survived his drop into the seemingly endless abyss. Thanks to Bronn, Jaime has been hauled out of the waters, looking more than a little haunted by his near-death experience. Bronn quips that Jaime isn’t allowed to die until he gets his castle, but methinks that Bronn has a bit of a mancrush on his would-be dragonslaying buddy. Then again, Bronn is a heartless sellsword, so it’s probably more about the castle. One thing is certain, Bronn is correct that Cersei shall be none to happy about this turn of events. On the other side of the water, just out of sight of where they washed ashore, Tyrion is walking through the ash and carnage that was this latest Field of Fire. He’s a bit horrified at the wanton destruction that has been visited upon the land and the people that technically are his. He still is a Lannister, and those were mostly Lannister men. Nonetheless, the damage is done, and now Dany has rounded up the prisoners of those who weren’t toasted or slaughtered by her Dothraki. They’re given a simple choice… Bend the knee or burn alive. I know what I’d choose, but to be fair, I’d have probably had a heart attack at the start of the battle, if I hadn’t been killed by some enemy years early. I wouldn’t have a long life in Westeros. And neither will Sam’s brother Dickon, who elects to not bend the knee alongside his father. Tyrion makes some feeble attempts to dissuade her from burning the Tarly’s, but alas, Dany will hear none of it. So we must sadly bid adieu to Ser Sternly Tarly and his youngest son. If Sam can get rid of all those pesky vows, he may be able to actually become Lord of Horn Hill. Regardless of my speculation, the rest of the soldiers quickly fall to bended knee. Because who in their right mind after watching that wouldn’t? Back in King’s Landing proper, Jaime marches straight to Cersei, passing a bewildered looking Qyburn briefly in the hall. Jaime doesn’t stop for the pleasantries, barging straight into her room and telling her that they can’t win this war. Cersei talks about hiring more men, like the Golden Company, but Jaime again tells her that they can’t win. He also tells her that Olenna murdered Joffrey, but the only reaction that gains is that Cersei is sorry that she didn’t make Jaime torture Olenna rather than give her a swift and merciful death. Cersei then belittles her traumatized twin, calling him just a ‘soldier’, and saying that she’ll die before she surrenders. I’ll order that then. Up in the North, we watch as a murder of ravens fly from Winterfell to beyond the Wall. We get our first look of the White Walkers in several episodes, and yep, they still look pretty much the same – except the Giants seem to be at least not there now. They’re also moving South towards Eastwatch. Tormund, you can kiss your wildling self goodbye! Back at Dragonstone, Dany returns to a picturesque cliff on Drogon that Jon just happens to be brooding on. At least, that’s how it conveniently looks. Jon decides now is the time to approach the dread beast that she rides, and manages to pet Drogon. It would have been amazing if it had been maybe, I don’t know, Rhaegal that he first touched? I guess that would be too much confirmation of his heritage, and they’re trying to stay away from all that heavy-handed foreshadowing hammers… Or maybe that would have happened had Dothraki guards not interrupted this new moon-eyed session with the return of Ser Friendzone. Jon introduces himself to Jorah, as he actually knew Jorah’s dad, but Jorah is too lost in staring at the woman that he’ll never get. (Although she is very affectionate towards him this time. It is nice to see her seem truly happy and soft in that brief moment.) We take a brief detour to our wizarding school of Westeros and Sam. Old Slughorn himself is sitting with a bunch of other fellow Maesters, discussing a missive that the Maester of Winterfell sent out. Unlike another Sam in a high epic, this Sam is dropping some eaves, overhearing that Bran is back in Winterfell. He tells the Maesters that Bran has to be telling the truth, and where Slughorn gives the idea some merit, he also says it could just be a ploy from fire-roasting Dragon Queen Dany. Sam gives them an impassioned plea to actually do something, and the best Slughorn can offer is to request clarification from Winterfell. Sam leaves in a huff, unsatisfied with their tedious movement. Upon leaving, Slughorn admits that he hasn’t yet told Sam that his Dad and brother were just roasted like overgrown marshmellows! Oops! Inside the keep, Varys and Tyrion commiserate their victory with wine while trying to convince themselves that they’ve done the right thing. Varys seems to be having flashbacks to the days of King Aerys. That’s not a good sign, IMHO. Still, they decide that Tyrion just needs to find a more deft way of maneuvering their queen before she becomes fully fire mad. I think it’s a bit late. This isn’t the first time that she’s used extreme measures to show her justice, and it’s not the first time she’s used fire. Just look back to her conquests in Essos. There’s definitely a pattern starting to emerge. Varys also has a message for the King of the North, and he admits that even though it’s sealed, he’s already read it. I’d not have the Spider operating any other way. When Jon gets the message, which also tells him that both Bran and Arya are alive and back in Winterfell, Jon focuses on the true task at hand – the White Walkers. He’s had enough moon-eyed sessions and must return to his home. When Dany tries to stop him, he tells her that he wasn’t asking, and she can’t keep him. He’s still a King in his own right. She doesn’t even argue with him. However, the rest of her council decides that they can’t wait for the war in the South to end if the Night King is about to invade Eastwatch. Tyrion suggests an armistice, but they have no way to prove that the army of the dead is real. So, the brilliant (or stupid) idea of capturing a live wight is brought up. Jorah decides that he’s going to go with Jon to be Dany’s eyes in the North. Of course, they have to figure out how they’ll smuggle the undead creature into the capital, to which Tyrion looks to Davos. To prove that they can get in now, and to hopefully ensure Cersei will agree to the truce, Davos smuggles Tyrion into King’s Landing. Tyrion goes off to speak with his brother, with the help of the sellsword Bronn. Jaime doesn’t seem very happy to see his little brother, but then again, the last time he saw Tyrion, he freed his brother – only to have his brother thank him by killing their lord father. Patricide is a nasty business that can ruin families. However, Jaime does listen to Tyrion and what he has to say. I’m pretty sure that Jaime is all for a truce since he knows that they can’t win, and maybe this will let them figure out a way to disengage from this affair without being obliterated from the map. Meanwhile, Davos finds his way back to the Street of Steel, looking for a certain blacksmith that he last saw rowing away from Dragonstone after Davos freed him from Mellisandre’s clutches. The humble Gendry has been hiding away right under the nose of Cersei, even though he now knows that his Baratheon heritage was why he had to leave all those years ago. Davos tells him that it’s time for him to leave, and Gendry happily drops everything and grabs his Warhammer. He certainly looks like his father’s son there. They make it back to the boat, and they get found by a couple of guards after Gendry hides his Warhammer. Davos bribes them with some money, but then they go inquiring about what’s in the boat. Never fear, Davos planned for this possibility and loaded up his boat with fermented crab. Where that turned my stomach a bit green at that thought, the two guards not only buy the ruse, but they also sample the fare! Blech! All seems to be going well for Team Smuggler when Tyrion comes walking up to the boat. Sadly, disfigured faces of dwarves are things that two lowly gold cloaks seem to pay attention to, and they are about to blow the cover. However, thankfully, Gendry is prepared. He grabs his Warhammer, and goes smashy-smashy on those two guards. Problem solved! Up in Winterfell again, Arya and Sansa forget that years have passed and begin to bicker like they did before all these horrible things happened to their family. Why? Because Arya thinks that Sansa wants to benefit from all the death and destruction. Well, okay, she has been learning at the hands of Cersei and Littlefinger, but I don’t think Sansa is about to actually betray her family for it. However, Littlefinger seems to be aware of the possible feud and leads Arya around Winterfell on a wild goose chase. Arya thinks she’s the master spy, playing right into hands and discovering the letter that he hid in his chambers. You know, the letter Cersei coerced her into writing after King Robert died and Ned was still alive. Hopefully, the girls aren’t as stupid as Littlefinger thinks they are. Going back to Oldtown and Sam, he’s still working on all that transcription duty that Slughorn assigned to him, but it seems he has to do it while he’s off duty. As he works on writing, his sweet lady love Gilly is working on her reading skills. She’s fascinated with the details of High Septon’s Maynard’s records, with things like how many steps are in the Citadel, and how many windows the Sept of Baelor used to have. She even finds an intriguing detail about a certain Prince Rhaegar and an annulment that the High Septon performed prior to marrying Rhaegar to someone in Dorne. You know, maybe I’ll take back my statement about them laying off the foreshadowing hammer. After all, we know that Ned found his sister Lyanna in Dorne, having just birthed a child that he claimed as his own to protect the child… Of course, Sam nor Gilly realize the importance of anything she read, and Sam has a meltdown about how he’s tired of not getting the information he needs. So, the only responsible thing left for him to do is to quit wizarding school and head back to the Wall. He’ll head back to the school first and steal a bunch more rare books before he leaves. The company from King’s Landing returned back to Dragonstone, whereupon Davos stresses to Gendry that under no circumstances is he to tell anyone who he really is. After all, Gendry’s father is the person that ultimately overthrew the Dragon Queen’s father, and – unbeknownst to all – killed Jon’s actual father. Of course, Gendry listens to nothing that Davos says and upon meeting Jon blurts out who he really is. As a result, Jon and Gendry come to be fast friends. After all, Ned and Robert were fast friends, and Jon is much like his adoptive father, and Gendry is definitely a chip off the Robert block. Not wanting to dally about the island, the new friends head right back to the boats with what looks to be boxes of dragonglass to meet up with the rest of their fellowship heading to the North. Dany sees them all off, but Davos wisely keeps Gendry from approaching her. She has a sweet farewell to Ser Friendzone, which makes me wonder if his days are numbered. I mean, with the speed that he volunteered for this odd job, it makes me wonder if he dies to fulfill his promise by becoming the wight that they need to prove to everyone. Dany then says goodbye to Jon as well, complete with moon-eyes. Heading back to King’s Landing, Jaime tells Cersei of his meeting with Tyrion and the proposed armistice. She wants to know if he’s going to punish Bronn for fooling him about their intent in the bowels of the Red Keep, which puzzles Jaime. She lords over him that she’s aware of everything that happens in capital, and he best not think otherwise. However, she rapidly changes gears and drops the bombshell on him that she’s pregnant again. Excuse me while I go find a way to not vomit…. (Personally, I’m torn on whether she’s telling the truth or not. I’d like to believe it’s a firm no, but who knows with her or these writers.) Jaime, of course, starts to morph back into Pod-Jaime as he is told that she will name him the father. After all, what does the Lion care what the sheep think? I understand that Jaime wants nothing more than to be acknowledged as the father of his children, but there’s a much better candidate to play mother to his offspring. She’s in the North. He’s her fair maiden… Sadly, it seems that Jaime is stuck in Cersei’s claws for awhile longer. The best that we get is her ominous warning to never betray her again. That does seem to jolt Jaime out of his Pod-form, but will it finally have a lasting effect? Finally, we end up in Eastwatch where Tormund greets the Fellowship of the Crazy Stuid Plan. Yes, I’m disappointed to see Tormund, but it seems that the Night King and his army of the undead haven’t quite reached the castle. There’s still hope to get rid of the would-be suitor. After all, Tormund wants to be included on this crazy scheme to capture a live undead. Why should the southerners get all the fun? Oh, and while Jon is recruiting, he has some prisoners who might want to join! They go to the cells to find the Hound and the rest of the Brotherhood without Banners lounging around waiting for Jon to arrive it seems. They want to go along, but it’s quickly deduces that this strange cadre of people will have quite the interpersonal conflicts based on their collected pasts and families. That won’t deter them though, and they head out to the wilderness of the North to complete their quests… But what crazy madness awaits them? I guess we’ll find out soon. (Or I will as I am avoiding the leaks. Sorry folks!)

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Season Eight Episode One “Winterfell”

The first episode of Season 8 did not disappoint. Centered around the title “Winterfell” it could easily have been titled “Reunions.” While there were no battles and no sighting of the Night King, it was filled with hints of things to come. And plenty of reunions.

We even have a new opening with a Gap in the Wall, ice approaching the Last Heart, a frozen Winterfell and King’s Landing. Gone are many of the other castles and sigils. Not important any more.

As we should, we begin in Winterfell with a boy running and climbing a tree to get a glimpse of an army and leaders approaching. He climbs a tree and we see that it is Daenerys, all dressed in white with Jon by her side, dressed in his wolf coat.  To me, this was a marvelous “repeat” of the first episode ever when Bran climbs the castle to get a look at Robert Baratheon and Cersei and their procession approaching Winterfell. But there are subtle differences. Snow on the ground and this time, Arya is watching with a smile in anticipation of reuniting with Jon. In the first episode, she could care less. And as more people approach the castle, we see the reaction through Arya’s eyes. The Hound-puzzlement as she is not sure what to feel; Gendry-joy. We also see the looks the Northerners give Danny and her troops-distrust. A great study of how the eyes tell it all.

Then come the dragons fly over. Again, we need to focus on the peoples reactions to them. The Northerners are scarred while Danny’s people don’t even react. The Mother of Dragons smiles in confidence. Arya smiles in wonderment while Sansa seems nervous. This is followed by the first of many reunions. Jon reuniting with Bran for the first time. Big hug and smile from the big guy. But when Jon says to Bran that he is a man, Jon is taken aback when Bran says “almost.” I think Jon took this to mean that Bran was saying this because he is a cripple,   not realizing that Bran was referring to becoming the Three Eyed Raven. And there was the “eye” exchange between Bran and Daenerys. What was each thinking? How much has Bran seen of Danny’s future? A bit tense as Jon introduces Daenerys as the “Queen” and Sansa says, with some reservations, that Winterfell is hers. You could see the other Northerners do not like this. Again, all in the eyes.

But enough pleasantries, as Bran gets right to the point. The Night King now has one of the dragons, the Wall has fallen, the Army of the Dead is marching South. Good bye to any good news or jokes. The Mother of Dragons smile turns to shock as she realizes what has become of Viserion. Inside the Great Hall, Sansa, sitting next to Jon and Danny, is calling all the Stark’s banner men into Winterfell. But we see them start to turn against Jon for abdicating his position as King of the North. And  when Lyanna Mormont says to Jon do you even have a title anymore? How cool was it that they set that up for what was to come at the end? Marvelous!  And while Jon defends his decision, even smooth tongued Tyrion cannot win them over. What will happen when the North discovers that a Lannister has once more betrayed the North and that the Lannister army is not coming? Will they turn on the Imp? Best line was when questions arose how they intend to feed the armies and what dragons eat, to which the Mother of Dragons replied “Whatever they want.” Classic!

Next we see a clue to how the war may be won-Gendry arrives from Dragonstone with lots of wagons filled with dragon glass. We eventually learn that he knows how to forge them into weapons. I think we all predicted that would happen.

This is followed by another reunion-Tyrion and Sansa. Such a timid “hello” from Tyrion as their eyes meet. The back and forth was terrific. Tyrion telling Sansa that many had underestimated her, and most of them are dead now. Sansa, who clearly understands that that Cersei has no intention of sending her army to the North, tells the Imp that she used to believe that Tyrion was the cleverest man she ever met. Once again, Sansa’s judgment was right and Tyrion’s wrong. Where will that lead us? If everyone has underestimated her, could she be the one to eventually sit on the Iron Throne? We end this scene with Bran staring at Tyrion. One of many Bran stares. Again, the faces said it all, as both looked worried.

Jon alone in Godswood at Winterfell staring at a tree face which has tears of blood. Whose blood was Jon thinking about? I think Ned’s. Arya sneaks up on him and finally, two people really happy about a reunion. For the first time, real hugs and smiles. Jon happy that Arya still has Needle and Jon shows her Longclaw and lets Arya hold it. At that point, I thought to myself that it was a foreboding that Arya will swing a sword made of Valyrian Steel. I think I am right. But things turn serious when the talk turns to Sansa and Jon’s queen. Jon, like Tyrion, underestimates Sansa and that is underscored when Arya tells Jon that Sansa is the smartest person she has ever met. But is there more there? Sansa and Arya are defending their family and Jon says he is too. To which Arya replies “don’t forget that.” Is Arya afraid that Jon will be too swayed by Daenerys? I say no because as we have learned, to the Starks, FAMILY is everything. And Jon’s status is the same as he it always was: half Stark.

Off we go to King’s landing.  Cersei thinks it is good that the dead have broken through the Wall and we see the arrival of Euron’s Greyjoy’s fleet.  We learn that Euron has arrived with 20,000 sell swords of the Golden Company. But alas, no elephants. Could that have been Daario Naharis’ doing? Has to be important and it may lead to their defeat especially since Her Grace says she really wanted those elephants. The only thing I can make of Cersei’s tryst with Euron is that she can deny her baby is Jamie’s. Agree?

Skipping ahead in the scene, another reunion. While Euron is distracted, Theon leads the way to Asha’s escape from Euron. This reunion is the smashing of heads, but it works with Asha and Theon.  Asha intends to take back the Iron Islands as it is a safe place to retreat from the dead. She gives Theon permission to go North and fight with the Starks. Theon, like Jon, has two families. Family hug at the end. Did anyone besides me find it strange that Asha and her troops didn’t destroy Silence which is Euron’s longship and others in the fleet? Stupid!

Next,  Bronn who in a Tyrion like scene, is interrupted by Qyburn who says Cersei wants to make things right by giving Bronn the gold he has earned. Yea right Cersei doing a kind thing! But Bronn is know fool and knows that there is a catch-one that involves killing somebody that the Queen cannot order her soldiers to do. Qyburn gives Bronn a cross bow and the targets are Tyrian and Jamie. That same cross bow was used by Tyrian to kill his father, thus the “poetic justice.” And what “other” plans does Cersei have for the Targaryen girl? My prediction is that Cersei will be killed by that cross bow? Yea or nay on this one? And one more thing. While Joffrey was the most hated character, it there anybody more creepy than Qyburn? Yuck!

Back at Winterfell, troops are arriving by the hoards, including House Karstark. But the Onion Knight is worried because as he says, the Northerners and Free Folk don’t trust outsiders as he tells the always solemn Tyrion that trust has to be earned. Remember that word “TRUST” as it has permeated all seasons. Ser Davos’ solution is for Daenerys and Jon to wed. And for the first time, the Imp doesn’t seem bothered by this. Of course, the Spider has to add, nothing lasts. After all, everyone thought the Wall would last forever.

As for Daenerys, she wants Sansa to respect her and doesn’t care if Sansa doesn’t like her. But it almost sounded like a threat when Danny told Jon “I am her queen.” Jon looked taken aback as Sansa is FAMILY. We then find out the dragons are not eating enough. This could be huge in the war to come as we need the dragons at full strength and not weakened by not having enough food. Too bad they can’t feed on the army of the Golden Company! And then one of the moments which we have been waiting for, Jon rides Rhaegal, and what a beautiful ride it was. The looks of amazement on the faces of the Imp, Lord Varys and Ser Davos told it all. The scenery was majestic and Jon took to riding a dragon very quickly. If only he knew at that time that he was half Targaryen. Was it me or did it seem like the dragon was smiling at him?

Next comes another reunion. This time Gendry,  Arya and the Hound.  First, Gendry gives the Hound an axe made of dragon glass. I predict that is what the Hound uses to kill the Mountain. Afer all, the Mountain is “dead” and dragon glass can kill the dead, again. And Arya has a special request for Gendry. To make a spear with the tip being the Valyrian Steel from the dagger which in some mays, started this mess and which Arya used to kill Littlefinger. Was there a spark between Arya and Gendry and could another romance be in the air? And how true were Arya’s words that Gendry doesn’t know who she is? After all, she has many faces!

Bad news. House Glover will not join the Starks. That leads to an argument between Jon and Sansa, mostly over Daenerys. But we leave with an unanswered question: Did Jon bend the knee to save the North or because he loves Danny? What do you think?

Daenerys wants to reward Sam for saving Jorah, but it turns ugly when Daenerys has to tell Sam she is responsible for the death of his father and brother. Sam exits in tears and the first one he sees is Bran. Can you believe it-another reunion. Could they both see some of the Mad King in the Mother of Dragons? Bran tells Sam he is the one who must tell Jon the truth about his heritage because Jon trusts Sam more than anybody, even though he is not family. What’s up with that? Could it be that Bran thinks that Jon will be more loyal to the Targaryen side than the Starks? I say no way.

And then another scene we have all been waiting for with the game changing reunion between Sam and Jon. Jon is down in the Crypt of Winterfell sort of glaring at Ned. If only he knew what was about to hit him! Sam stumbles in and they are all hugs and smiles until the subject turns to Daenerys killing Sam’s father and brother. Would Jon have done that or spared them? The question isn’t answered but at that moment the scene takes off. ZOOM! Jon says he gave up his crown and is no longer King of the North. Sam’s reply to Jon is at first confusing, as he tells Jon he has always been king.  When Jon scoffs at this, Sam says not King of the North but of the bloody Seven Kingdoms. Jon wheels around and Sam let’s it out. Jon is not a bastard;  his mother is Lyanna Stark and his father is Rhaegar Targaryen. Jon’s real name is Aegon Targaryen, the true heir to the Iron Throne. Jon is bewildered because Ned Stark was the most honorable person he ever met so how could Ned have lied to him all his life? Sam explains the Ned did it to keep his promise to his sister and protect Jon who is Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of Name, protector of the Realm.

Jon doesn’t know what to do as Daenerys is his Queen. And Sam delivers the clincher: Jon gave up his crown to save the Kingdom-will Danny do the same? If not, what will Jon do? As an aside, in the books, after Aegon the First died, there were rivalries within the Targaryen family for the Iron Throne. That led to battles between factions, including riders fighting each other with dragons. Could that be in the cards? We assume that Drogon and Rhaelgal will fight Viserion. But maybe Drogon and Rhaelgal fight as well. And with Drogon being larger, Vegas has Drogon as the favorite. Size matters-LOL!

Now we have real trouble. Tormund and Beric arrive at the ruins of Last Hearth, but no little Lord Umber or anyone else is there. Both looked spooked as they hear footsteps and then they are reunited with Edd and others from the Night Watch. Tormund finally added some comedy with his funny line about always having blue eyes.  But that turns somber when they discover a message from the Night King. Young Ned Umber is stung up with limbs arranged around him in the same patterns as we have seen in many episodes before. The Night King is on the march! Little Umber wakes up screaming with blue eyes and Beric torches him. Ser Shaun sent me a text on what the pattern means, but it seems nobody knows. All we know for sure is that it was first created by the Children of the Forrest and adopted by the Night King. So just maybe, it holds a secret on how to destroy him.

Last but not least, a bearded Jaime arrives at Winterfell after his long journey from King’s Landing. That leads to the last reunion, as his and Bran’s eyes lock. What is Bran thinking? Could he be saying to himself that but for Jamie pushing him off the castle, he would not have become the Three Eyed Raven and instead a prince? Or but for that, the wars would never have started and his father would be still alive and the Wall still standing? To me, yes on the first one, but no on the second one as what was meant to be already happened.

Okay, what did everyone think?  I counted 8 reunions and all had meaning. While no “action” I think it laid the predicate of all that is coming in the final season.

Ser Daniel has a theory that the Night King is Rhaegar Targaryen. I pointed out to him that there has been only one Night King and has been there since the Children of the Forrest created him. Who says there have been many Night Kings. Who is right??

I tried to keep this shorter, but you know me. Until next week!

The Lord of Pinecrest

[khaleesi-in-the-north]

In the Crosshairs (29/?)

@theluthor

She had to make herself scarce. Cersei would arrive within the hour and no one except her family could be spotted. The Martell mob had fled for town, Ygritte was in the attic texting Jon, and Sansa was gone before Margaery woke up. Still, Margaery was adamant about seeing Garlan and Leonette, even if only for a few minutes.

                    The grin on her face is larger than any she’d had in a long time. Leonette may be four months along, but she’s barely showing. Margaery opens her arms wide to embrace her good-sister. “You look amazing, Leonette.”

                    “I look amazing? You look fantastic! Blonde suits you,” Leonette holds up a strand of Margaery’s hair. “I just wish it was under better circumstances.” She frowned.

                    Garlan wraps an arm around his wife’s shoulder. “We all do.”

                    Margaery rubs Leonette’s stomach. “How’s my little niece doing?”

                    “He is a nephew to you and he’s doing very well,” Garlan corrects.

                    Leonette playfully swats his shoulder. “We don’t know the baby’s gender. It is healthy though.”

                    “I’m glad. She’ll have the coolest aunt,” Margaery winks.          

                    “Janyce will be very loving indeed,” Garlan grins. Margaery sticks out her tongue at her brother.

                    Far too soon the Queen of Thorns terminates the family reunion. “Margaery, scat. The waste of a brain bitch will be here soon. Find a place where we won’t find you.”

                    Reluctantly Margaery hugged her brother and his wife one last time.

                    That morning she had figured out where she’d go. The greenhouse was full of crevices to hide in. Even with someone right on her tail, she knew the maze well enough to lose them. It didn’t hurt that the lilacs and azaleas were coming in to bloom. It was peaceful. Out there she may be able to clear her mind enough to figure out what the missing piece of her article is.

                    Things with Sansa hadn’t become any simpler. Sansa had been on the phone for hours the last few days for gods knew what crisis. When they both weren’t busy, they didn’t see each other. Sansa spent much of her time in the shed, which her grandmother had taken to chaining Lady to after she destroyed the flower bed. That had nearly come to a blowout. Fortunately Oberyn had been able to diffuse the bullheaded women’s tempers.

                    She was grasping at straws for reasons to keep Sansa away. Revealing her insecurities and guilt about Renly’s death had been the crack to her dam. When Sansa apologized and pleaded to explain, that was what Margaery held on to: Sansa was responsible. Without that, there was little else. Because she wanted to know the truth, both for herself and for her work. She wanted to believe that this wasn’t all a ruse to make a fool of her or exact revenge on another person. All this pain had to be for a reason.

                    If the truth wasn’t what she wanted to hear though….

                    She’d be better off knowing nothing. It wasn’t worth it.

                    Margaery explores the maze like she had done when she was a child. New entrances and exits, as well as new flower species, were added to the maze since she last wandered it. She eventually finds a little nook between a section of secluded lilies. It’s underneath the metal staircase leading up to the flowers which require more sunlight. The spot provides quick access to shade once the sun peaks in the sky.

                    Thinking about her work gets her nowhere. The scents of flowers mingling together calm her, though. She finds herself drifting away. It all snaps back when she hears rustling in the bushes around the corner from her. No one else is supposed to be here. Her grandmother had given the gardeners leave since she had arrived and the maid would not have wandered to the gardens at this hours, not with company in the home.

                    Margaery bolts to the corner to hide beneath the staircase. She peers around the corner to see… Sansa walking Lady like she was strolling through a neighborhood.

                    “You surprised me,” Margaery mutters.

                    Sansa ignores her and turns her back while Lady sniffs the bush.

                    Margaery watches her stiff shoulers and can imagine her locked jaw. Exactly how she looked when she scolded her for going to Cersei’s party. Had they talked before they could have avoided that mess. So Margaery takes a breath. “I’m ready to talk now.”

                    Sansa doesn’t turn, not even when Lady trots over and sniffs Margaery’s hand.

                    “I said, I want-” Margaery repeats.

                    “No.”

                    “No?” Margaery comes closer and tilts her head. “You’re the one that said-”

                    Sansa turns on her, eyes flashing. “I know what I said! That was before you treated me like shit!”

                    Margaery steps back. She hadn’t been expecting this reaction.

                    Sansa follows her underneath the stairs. “I apologized time after time. I don’t know how many times I have to say it! I’m fucking sorry! That doesn’t mean a thing to you though. I can’t play this game. I’m done going back and forth with you. Either you want me or you don’t.”

                    “You think it’s all so simple don’t you? I should have just cried a little then opened my arms to you. Every time I see your face I think of Renly’s vacant eyes staring back at me. I see every lie you’ve told me. I see Joffrey Baratheon in his casket and I see his sister and his brother watching him buried in the ground. I see every kiss, every time I loved you and I wonder whether it was all real. Excuse me if I’m not sure if I want that for the rest of my life, however long or short it may be. You have no right to play the victim.”

                    “I am not a victim,” Sansa’s voice cools to match her icy glare. She backs Margaery against the wall directly beneath the staircase. Lady tries to nuzzle her head between them with fruitless efforts. “I am no victim. Neither are you. Do you know what I went through before you? While you were gone? Waking up in the middle of the night sweating and panting because I dreamt of being chased by Gregor Clegane. Living a life of solitude because no one could know I was alive. Years having to fight off thoughts that it was all my fault. Every hope and prayer of every poor family in the North on my shoulders because they need food to survive the winter.”

                    Margaery clenches her fist against the wall, ready to bark back about how that’s not her fault, but then releases it. She’s too tired to fight anymore. She wants peace. “I didn’t know,” she murmurs.

                    “How would you? You haven’t given me the chance to tell you,” Sansa’s voice softens as well. It triggers a memory of the way Alayne spoke to her the morning she and Renly discovered the Starks were alive. Sorry, understanding of the pain she’d caused. And Margaery remembered her own words as well.

                    “Remember what I said to you about the party at the Lannister mansion? That I was only trying to protect you?”

                    Sansa nods.

                    “Can we start there? Why have you been lying to me?”

                    Sansa steps back. “The reasoning changed overtime.”

                    “How?”

                    Lady sits in the gap between them.

                    “I couldn’t just tell you who I was when I met you. I didn’t know you. And then I found out you were a reporter and I saw just how much your work meant to you, I knew I couldn’t let you have that information.” Sansa admits. Although the truth of the lack of trust stings, Margaery lets her continue. “By the end I wanted so badly to tell you, but you were finding out too much too soon. It didn’t…I couldn’t tell you the truth without risk of scaring you away, after everything you’d already found out. I was right.”

                    “You love me, but you don’t trust me?” Margaery jerks her head.

                    “I trusted Joffrey and Cersei and look where it got me. I trusted Robb would always be there and he’s not. I trusted my father’s men would support my family and after dad died, they fled. Before you, no one ever gave me reason to trust.”

                    “How deep did it run?” Margaery asks. This distrust. She needs to know how deeply it permeated their relationship.

                    “The mafia? It’s across the country now,” Sansa states.

                    “No. Your distrust of me.”

                    Sansa remains quiet for a moment. “Margaery, I love you. I’ve been falling in love with you since the beginning and it-”

                    “Up to the moment I left the house, you weren’t willing to tell me the truth. I know that, now. You didn’t trust me with the truth.”

                    “I did! I didn’t know how to tell you.” Sansa retreats a step.

                    “You didn’t. If you did, you’d trust me to not overreact about news like this.”

                    Sansa tightens her hold on the leash. “Look at the way you have reacted! I’m worse than a serial killer in your eyes!”

                    “Because I had to learn the truth by looking at a bloody picture of you and your cousin from 20 years ago! You can’t claim you love me, but not trust me to handle your truth. We could-” Margaery stops. There are voices nearby. They shouldn’t be there.

                    She yanks Sansa back under the stairwell and tight against her body. Sansa begins protesting but halts when Margaery points up. The echo has grown louder and the voices are coming from above. Hairs on Lady’s neck stand up, but fortunately the dog doesn’t bark or pant.

                    “My brother, horrid imp he is, is an excellent lawyer. He did help Robert out of a few jams. I’m sure he’d be happy to serve alongside, who is it? Tarly?” Cersei’s voice rings.

                    “With one brother of yours speaking on behalf of the prosecution, you’ll forgive me if I don’t jump at the chance to have the potential of collusion taint my grandson’s case. And Tarly is merely on the advisory board as a way to get his name in the news. I wouldn’t have that man debate the merits of cheesecake frankly,” rambles Olenna.

                    Margaery imagines Cersei rolling her eyes. She also can foresee her grandmother’s wheels turning for how to further irritate the woman.

                    “It was merely an offer. One less thing for you to worry about, especially with your granddaughter still missing.”

                    “I don’t need you to remind me of the trouble my family is in.”

                    “She’s in greater trouble than you know. She’s made quite a few enemies, Senator. Not ideal for a woman working in media, is it?”

                    “Don’t beat around the bush. You and she had no love for each other. Do you think she wouldn’t tell me your plain disdain for her? She hated you as much as you hate her.”

                    From the change in the way their steps echo, they’ve reached the stairs. “Actually Senator, that’s exactly what I’d been expecting.”

                    Her grandmother chokes seconds before something clangs and tumbles down the stairs and hits the ground with a hard thud. Margaery jolts to scramble to her grandmother’s side, but Sansa pins her back against the wall and gags her mouth shut. Cersei’s slow, methodical steps gingerly clink off the stairs.

                    Sansa leans in to whisper, “I’m going to move my hand, babe, but you can’t say a word. It will be far worse for all of us if she knows we’re here. Our trust starts now.”

                    Even with Sansa affording her room to breathe, Margaery feels cramped. She can’t help the woman who has been there all her life, who would give anything to help her. Her breath shakes, but she controls her breathing enough that only Sansa can hear her.

                    Sansa peers around the corner to watch Cersei and an unconscious Olenna.

                    “Please, pass this message to your granddaughter, Senator Tyrell. She’ll listen to you,” Cersei chortled. Like flipping a switch, she composed herself into a state of hysterics and ran down the maze screaming, “Help! Help! The Senator fell!”

                    Once she’s beyond earshot, Sansa releases Margaery. She dashes to her grandmother’s side. Olenna lies face down on the ground, mouth slightly ajar, eyes shut, leg bent awkwardly. She’s not moving. Margaery sniffles back tears and slowly kneels down beside her. “Gran? Grandmother? Can you hear me?”

                    Olenna doesn’t move. Margaery bends down, her ear inches from Olenna’s mouth. Her breaths are shallow and frail.

                    “Don’t touch her, Margaery. We need to go,” Sansa warns.

                    Margaery stays at her grandmother’s side. She needs Margaery. And Margaery needs her.

                    Sansa tugs on Margaery’s arm. Margaery tilts her head up to see the desperation in Sansa’s eyes. Margaery gets up and follows Sansa back to the corner where they left Lady.

                    “How do we get out of here without anyone seeing us?” Sansa asks.

                    “Follow me,” Margaery leads her to the thick of the maze. They both freeze when the worried voices and race by them, Garlan among them. Then they continue on. The path takes them to a sunroom tinted with green windows where only ferns grow. They exit through the door across the room.

                    Near dusk, they finally return to the house. Alayne doesn’t ask questions or say a wordm for which Margaery is thankful. She doesn’t cry. Her grandmother wouldn’t want her to cry. She’d want her to fight back like hell. Lady lays her head in Margaery’s lap. Her fingers mindlessly stroke the dog’s head. It’s near sundown when they hear Cersei’s obnoxious hybrid vehicle roar its engine signaling it was safe to return inside.

                    The Martells, Karstark and Ygritte are gathered in the backyard. Ygritte sprints to meet Margaery and Alayne. “Margaery, something happened to your grandmother,” she blurts.

                    “I know. I saw,” Margaery mutters.

                    “You saw?” Ygritte repeats. The Martells gather around them.

                    “I heard. Same thing,” Margaery mutters. “Cersei did it.”

                    “She did,” Sansa confirms. “I actually did see it. We were both there.”

                    Oberyn shakes his head. He slowly paces with his arms folded over his chest. “This changes our plans. She at least suspects Olenna has been in contact with you. She will increase surveillance in High Garden. My youngest nephew Trystane said she was suspicious of why Quentyn and I did not introduce ourselves to her during her visit.”

                    “She can’t possibly know,” Ygritte says.

                    “It only takes two loose lips to blow our cover. There were hundreds of people on the train, many of whom would be more than happy to accept a generous reward on information of the missing reporter,” Oberyn stops pacing. “We must change course.”

                    “Let’s go north. Alayne has a sweet hide out up there, right?” Ygritte offers.

                    “Please. There is already one Alayne Stone there. Besides, if what the real Alayne said is true, she has more enemies than she thought in Winterfell,” Nymeria smirks. “Forget the frozen wasteland. We can return to Dorne and regroup there. Sun is always good for the mind.”

                    “No, that will not do. Cersei is on higher alert now. King’s Landing is crawling with police and will be holding a man hunt once Obara brings back Loras,” Oberyn rubs his chin.

                    Margaery turns to Sansa. “Are your connections still strong in the Eyrie?”

                    Sansa nods. “Strong as ever. There’s a place in the mountains for us, but it’s small. We would not all be able to fit.”

                    “We do not all need to go,” Oberyn pats his nephew’s shoulder. “Quentyn shall go home. The family business is becoming crowded with buzzards believing they can swoop in while the Viper is away.”

                    “Lucky bastard,” Nymeria murmurs.

                    “You’re the bastard,” Tyene teases.

                    “So are you, you bitch,” Nymeria snaps back.

                    “Not now, girls,” Oberyn separates his daughters.

                    Karstark smiles smugly. “You know, boss, if you need someone in charge of things back home, I’d be more than happy to take charge.”

                    “I trust my sister and Baelish, but thank you Karstark.” Sansa tilts her head. “Actually, perhaps you can do something for me.”

                    Karstark stands tall and proud in expectation.

                    “Visit Petyr in King’s Landing and pick up what is due to the people back home. Deliver it to them. Every cent goes to the right family and not a dragon missing,” Sansa says.

                    Karstark’s smile flips into a frown. “After all of this, I am relegated to being a messenger? I helped you find your southern bitch!”

                    Sansa smacks him, leaving a red mark on his cheek visible under his beard. “I have warned you of your language in the past. Consider this grace for your help. This job is an honor. We shall discuss this once we are done here, but my decision is final. You are going home Karstark.”

                    Karstark tappers back his rage long enough to storm back into the house.

                    “My apologies for him. He’s a hot head,” Alayne explains.

                    “We have many in my family. Me among them,” Oberyn smiles.

                    Margaery cannot find the humor that everyone else seems able to see. “Is this our plan? The six of us going to the Eyrie?”

                    “It will be nine actually,” Tyene corrects. “My sister and your henchman will bring Tyrell too, once they acquire him.”

                    “Ransom me,” Ygritte announces.

                    “Excuse me?” Margaery looks at her perplexed.

                    “They think we’re kidnapped still, yeah? So let’s give the people what they want. We can make a good kidnapping story.” Ygritte explains, bouncing in excitement for her decision.

                    “How will you pull off this grand scheme,” Tyene gestures. “Are we to be the ransomers?”

                    “Yes, you are,” Oberyn smirks. “You two will ransom Ygritte for 3 million dragons.”

                    “Has the lack of sun numbed your brain, father? The Tyrells do not have that money and the government will not pay us. It’s a catastrophe waiting to happen,” Nymeria argues.

                    “We will not actually take the money. Ygritte will escape. We send out a ransom video, the wild one makes a daring escape and she shall be the media darling rather than Loras,” Oberyn draws out the plan.

                    As much of a risk as the scheme is, the benefits could be what they need to throw Cersei off their tails. Still, damage has already been done.

                    “I don’t want Cersei distracted. I want her face-to-face,” Margaery says.

                    “You shall have her. But first we will bring her down. When Ygritte makes her escape, you shall release your article. The news storm will be too much for her and we shall have the element of surprise.”

                    Alayne ponders the notion. “If this fails, we have nothing. Cersei has everyone right where she wants them: my men in jail, your daughters with them, Ygritte within her grasp, and us secluded in the mountains.”

                    “I prefer to think as an optimist, dear girl,” Oberyn winks.

                    “I accept the risks. As long as Cersei bleeds in the end. What of you?” Margaery looks at the rest of them. Ygritte nods her head emphatically. Nymeria and Tyene glance at each then back to their father. “We will do this. We trust you, father.”

                    All eyes are on Sansa. “Cersei already knows the Starks have returned. She has men after my sister in my home. We need a quick strike against her, not a convoluted plan. I think we should secure Loras, then strike immediately.”

                    “A convoluted plan can still be quick, little Stark,” Oberyn assures her.

                    “We make our move within two weeks, or I will take Cersei on my own. And do not call me little. I am as tall as you.” Alayne goes back to the house.

                    Later that night, Margaery washes out what is left of the hair dye in Ygritte’s mane. She needs to look exactly the same as before.

                    “You think they’ll give me free junk food before interviews?” Ygritte asks

                    Margaery strokes her fingers through Ygritte’s curls. The yellow stains her fingernails. “Mhhhmm. I haven’t been behind the camera since college, but with a woman as in demand as you’ll be, they’ll give you anything to talk.”

                    “Would you rather me tell them that you were shipped to Astapor or that I know nothing of your whereabouts?” Ygritte rolls her eyes up to see Margaery.

                    “Tell them I joined some pirates to sail the Volantis seas,” Margaery muses.

                    “They won’t buy that.”

                    “You’d be surprised what some idiots will believe,” Margaery hums. “You’ll be a handful for the make-up crews.”

                    The last of the color drips from Ygritte’s hair. Ygritte swings forward. Water spatters across the tiles.

                    “They better make me look like a pretty princess or else I’ll rip out their fancy gold teeth.”

                    Margaery snatches a towel off the rack and hands it to Ygritte. She helps her wrap it around her head. “Don’t do something else stupid while I’m gone.”

                    “Of course not. I’m just going to lead a protest outside L&C, that’s all,” Ygritte smiles. “Between you and Jon, you’d think I was a daredevil.”

                    “You are a daredevil,” Margaery dries off her arms.

                    “Daredevils have cool bikes. Nope, I’m just your wild, much cooler, much better balanced best friend.”

                    Margaery snorts and higs Ygritte firmly. “I’m going to miss you.”

                    Ygritte squeezes her. “And I you.”

                    The next morning is too rushed. Margaery tells her brother and mother goodbye and leaves them instructions to care for Olenna. Her mother tells her that Olenna is in critical, but stable condition. She suffered a heart attack after the fall, compounding her injuries. At her age, Margaery can only pray the gods take mercy on her, one way or the other. She doesn’t require the gods to ensure Cersei will suffer.

                    She packs her things and says farewell to her friend one last time. It’s with mixed feelings that the rose bushes and  lush green trees of High Garden fade from her view.

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Fandoms: Games of Thrones x Once Upon a Time crossover Characters: Tyrion Lannister x female!reader x Killian Jones/Captain Hook Warnings: swearing (I’m Scottish it’s what I do) Plot: Reader is the only legitimate child (other than newly legitimised Ramsay) of Lord Roose Bolton and is promised to marry Tyrion Lannister after the Bolton’s usurp the North from the Starks. But when the handsome and mysterious Captain Hook arrives in King’s Landing she is forced to decide: are her duties to her house or to her heart?

y/n = your name, e/c = eye colour

Fuck. You looked at Killian wide-eyed.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?!” You whisper-yelled at him.

“Who is it this time? Just hide in the rum cupboard, I’ll get rid of him.” Killian made to walk past you towards Tyrion, but you grabbed his arm to hold him back.

“No, it’s no good. Running and hiding won’t do any good. You see it’s…. it’s my, uh, my fiancé…” You said sheepishly, not looking at Killian, but instead focussing your eyes on your hand where it clutched his bicep.

“Your what!?” Killian stared dumb-founded at you. “you’re engaged!? Oh, you have got to be joking.” Killian was beginning to think he had a type. First Meela, who was married, and now you, who is due to be married. He needed to start falling for single women.

“It’s an arranged marriage, Killian… I don’t have a choice…” You whispered softly.

“Yes, you do, love. Come with me… Join me crew. We gather and leave at sundown.” Killian stepped closer to you, until he stood right in front of you, his face mere inches from yours. “Come on, love. I know you want to. You’re a curious lass. You want to travel the worlds, the realms… everywhere. Your heart yearns to be free. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Y/N!” Tyrion’s voice interrupted once again.

“I-I-I can’t, it’s my duty to my house and my father. I must marry Tyrion…” you took a miniscule step back, not truly wanting to move away from Killian.

“Do you love him?” Killian asked. You snapped you head up to look at him.

“What? I-I I don’t know. No, I suppose… But I could… Maybe… He’s a good man.” You stuttered

“That’s leaving a lot to chance, love. Do you really want to pin your happy ending on such uncertainty?”

“There’s no such thing as a happy ending in Westeros, Killian.” You shook your head slightly as you replied.

“There is in the Enchanted Forest.”

“Killian…” You looked up to see Killian standing close to you again, looking down at you intently. For a moment, everything stopped as you two stared at each other. Until Killian began to lean towards you slowly, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

“Y/N! You’re alright! Thank the gods!” Tyrion saw you and made to walk towards you until he noticed Killian’s proximity to you. He realised what he’d interrupted. And his heart sank. Despite the circumstances of your marriage, Tyrion had grown to love you in the few days you’d spent together. But, foolishly he hoped you would return his feelings. He should have known better. He knew you desired adventure and freedom above all else. Two things he could never truly give you.

“Tyrion! I-I’m sorry. I just. I wanted to…” Your words came out in broken sentences as you desperately tried to explain yourself.

“Y/n, you need not worry, my lady. So long as you are alright. I feared the Kingsguard had got to you first.” Tyrion spoke to you but kept his eyes on Killian, regarding him carefully before extending his small hand towards you. “Come, it’s best you return to the castle with me. It’s your best chance at evading my nephew’s punishment.”

“Wait… This is your fiancé? The Imp that everyone talks about?” Killian interrupted sounding incredulous.

“Yes. Don’t believe tavern talk, Killian. It’s very rarely true.” You stepped back, standing dead centre between the two men. “And I cannot abandon my duty.” You sighed and turned towards Tyrion. But, you looked over your shoulder at Killian, sadness clouding your usually bright e/c eyes. “Thank you, Killian.”

Killian didn’t reply. He simply watched you take Tyrion’s hand and walk away from him. He had only known you for a day and yet, it hurt him to watch you walk away from him with another man. After you left and he heard your footsteps across the deck, he punched the wall next to him. Angry at himself for falling for you so easily. He had no idea what had gotten into him. But he knew he would wait here, on his ship until midnight, to see if you would choose adventure and freedom… if you would choose him…

“Why did you to look for me yourself, if you sent thing Kingsguard after me?” You asked as you and Tyrion clambered from the Jolly Roger. Your heart felt like there was a weight crushing it. You liked Tyrion. You would consider him a close friend and confidant… but love him? You weren’t lying, you could love Tyrion, or at least maybe you could have if you hadn’t have met Killian.

“I didn’t send the Kingsguard after you. Joffrey did. One of the servants saw you launch yourself over the wall and ran to the Joffrey immediately.” Tyrion looked up at you. “You weren’t exactly stealthy with your escape.”

“Oh, I know… I wasn’t trying to be.” You smirked. “But like I said. Those guards couldn’t hit a barn door with a banana.”

“Yes, indeed. You proved that point.” Tyrion chuckled, but there was no happiness in it. “You wanted to go with him, didn’t you? You don’t want to stay here.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want. I have a duty and I must fulfil that duty.” You looked at your feet, a spark of anger igniting within you. Yes, I want freedom. I want to travel the worlds… the realms… I want adventure! Your angry thoughts spat at you.

“Y/n…” Tyrion began.

“No, Tyrion. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t need you to tell me that I’m doing the right thing. That I’m doing what my father would want me to do. I fucking know. Do you know how I know? Because I’m fucking miserable about it. Not that I don’t enjoy your company Tyrion I do, but… I want freedom, and adventure. And marrying you means that’s what I’ll never have. And this whole…”

“Y/N!” Tyrion yelled, grabbing your hand and halting your ranting.

“Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, Tyrion. I just…”

“Y/n! Please let me speak!” Tyrion shouted again, cutting you off. “You didn’t offend me. You’re right. Marrying me means you surrender what little freedom you have. Listen to me Erin, that’s not what I was going to say. I was going to tell you that over these past few days, I have grown to love you for the amazing and beautiful woman that you are. And I love you enough to let you go. Do what’s best for you y/n. If you so desire freedom… take it. Go back to that ship and sail the world.” Tyrion sighed, still holding your hand.

“Wait… what? No… I-I don’t understand. You love me but you want me to return to the ship? To leave you? And Westeros?” You were confused and weren’t sure if this was a trick or a sick joke.

“You deserve to be happy y/n. Go. Take your freedom.” Tyrion gave your hand a slight squeeze, as encouragement. You thought it through in your head. And decided.

“Thank you, Tyrion. You are a good man. Good men are hard to come by in this world.” Without thinking, you leaned down and swiftly kissed Tyrion’s lips. “I will never forget this.”

“I should hope not. Now go.” Tyrion lifted your hand and kissed it gently. “Be happy.”

You made your way back towards the docks in search of the Jolly Roger, fearful that Killian may have already left Blackwater Bay. But, as you got closer you could see that the beautiful galleon was still there, its white sails unfurled and gently flapping in the wind.

As you reached the boat you hesitated, unsure if Killian still wanted you to join him after you left with Tyrion. You cautiously walked up the steps, to find the deck was swarming with men, all tying ropes, climbing rigging, even mopping the deck. They all looked up at you suspiciously.

“I’m looking for the Captain of this vessel.” You said with a lot more confidence than you felt.

“He’s in his quarters… brooding. Doesn’t want to be disturbed he says” One crew member replies.

“Well, he’s going to be disturbed whether he wants to or not.” You strode towards the hatch that would lead you to Killian. None of the crew made to stop you and that made you feel more confident.

You didn’t even knock as you waltzed into Killian’s small quarters and startled him.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? I thought you were away to get married?” Killian stood quickly and strode towards you stopping just in front of you.

“I came to ask if that crew vacancy was still open?” You smirked.

“Oh. Absolutely, love” Killian smirked in return. You both walked out of his quarters and onto deck. “MEN! I WANT YOU TO MEET YOUR NEWEST CREW MEMBER! LADY Y/N BOLTON! TREAT HER WITH THE RESPECT SHE DESERVES!”

“AYE CAPTAIN!” The crew yelled in reply.

“ALL HANDS WEIGH ANCHOR! WE’RE GOING HOME!” Killian commanded. You giggled quietly. “What’s funny?” He looked at you with laughter in his own eyes.

“Nothing… you’re almost regal when you give commands.” You giggled again at the disgusted look on his face.

“Thank you, milady” Sarcasm dripping from his reply as he bowed slightly. You laughed hard at this as you joined Killian at the helm.

Epilogue next week.

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