with fire ; with blood.

   A bright, JOYFUL smile appears on Hermione’s face as a silvery OTTER spurts out of her wand. It bounces around THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT, leaving a trail of smokey white behind it. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she could conjure up her own patronus! And a CORPOREAL one, at that! It makes her chest swell with PRIDE, and that smile never quite leaves her face again, not even when the otter disappears into nothing but wispy smoke.

   She turns her head towards Daenerys, whom she had been talking to just moments before they had all begun to practice their PATRONUS CHARM. A couple more patroni started to appear around them. Harry truly was a good teacher. She thinks he could make it a career path if he changed his mind about becoming AN AUROR — but she doesn’t see that happening.

      “Is everything alright?” she asks, once she notices her friend’s expression.

     happy memories ---- that the core of a patronus wasn’t it?  yet she struggled to hold that memory.  her mind crowded with her brother’s fists and kicks when she’d displeased him.  the betrayal of the people who had promised to protect them.  the way she’d disappointed her brother over and over again... her mother’s jewels being sold off one by one,  her father’s horrible reputation following her... instead of finding joy,  a single tear rolls down her cheek. 

     the red door ----- the feeling of home.  how happy she’d been.  how free.  that memory solidifies -- a flicker at first.  growing as she honed in on the feeling.  from the tip of her wand grew an enormous shape.  a glimmering green dragon stood proudly.  her eyes opening as she watched it.   it’s maw opened,  flames bursting forth as it took off.  finally dissipating.  when hermoine turns to her,  there are tears on the targaryen’s cheek.  but she’s smiling.  

                      Oh, good             she was FUNNY. Not that he minded the snark, but it usually meant they were better at detecting BULLSHIT than someone more straight-laced and naive and easier to manipulate. He had scuffed up his elbow pretty badly, but thankfully, it didn’t look like anything that needed stitches. Her want to HELP was well-appreciated, but this wasn’t his first time going down and getting hurt in the process. 

                      The call never went through and he thought about texting someone instead, but he slipped his phone back into his front jean pocket and grabbed a cigarette instead; propping it in the corner of his mouth and speaking with an air of certainty as he lit up.

❝ No offense, but your car can’t hold my Harley and I’m not about to leave it on the side of the road for the sake of a ride back home. ❞

         this time she really did roll her eyes.   ‘   well.   that’s going to be interesting. ‘   especially considering she hadn’t had cell service for a good thirty minutes drive.   ‘  i’m guessing it didn’t go through?  mine didn’t earlier either.  ‘  her arms were crossed.  of course he’d smoke,  he just seemed the type didn’t he?  maybe she wouldn’t mind so much except the damn things just --- annoyed her. 

      ‘   so your theory is sit here beside it until someone you like comes and you decide to let them help you?  or if you walk then it will take probably twenty minutes.  if you let me drive you -- fifteen max and you can get in town and get back before anyone hurts your precious motorcycle.  ‘    

             ❛ Aye, we will. ❜       A WARM feeling invades the northerner———— hope, he would call it. Hope in her promise to defend the north, hope in his choice to be the best chance for his people, in his sacrifice being, after all events surrounding it, WORTH it.  That he did not make the wrong choice by pledging his sword to her.

             Brown eyes glance at the silver-haired queen, wondering how many times he would find himself secretly ADMIRING the strange beauty she carried, whether on purpose or not  ( more the latter, probably ). This, everything she represented for the greater good, perhaps  asking for her help wasn’t a foolish idea, as many northmen believed————– he wishes both of them can be able to change their minds, in order to SURVIVE.            ❛ Thank you. For believing. ❜

      there is some fear that she may not be enough to halt the tides,  would her aide be too late?  yet such tension was pushed aside.  she could not look back.  forward.. only ever forward..  she could not afford to be lost now.. hands brushed against the thick furs of her cloak as she sent a glance in his direction.   while she had been almost cruelly stubborn in her demanding he take the knee... it had been a surprise none the less when he had.

      my writing aesthetic in one icon.  pig in lipstick.

  ok but for real. HOW DARE YOU BE SO GOOD TO ME. HOW DARE. I NEED TO LIE ON TOP OF YOU AND WEEP TEARS OF AGONY. bc a;lsdkjflkj. i just. you. just. i just. *lyddy rebooting in 5..4..3..2..1..*

he nodded his head in agreement, the room had become quite intense and he was sure the other men would also be thankful for the break. as they walked, he couldn’t help but notice the odd stare from the queen’s men, still they had little trust in leaving her alone. “are they always so.. charming?” he asked with a chuckle, his eyes glancing to the two dothraki that stood nearby. “how did you do it? how did one woman come to obtain an army of unsullied and dothraki?” since his arrival in dragonstone, tyrion had told him some about daenerys past, but not enough to satisfy his curiosity.

dragons were just tales the elders of bear island used to scare children ; dacey thought they were fascinating but never wrapped her head around the idea of fire breathing monsters actually walking the soil before them. whether it be true or not, she decided that she would only believe when her eyes landed on them. the creature in front of her was enough proof that they, indeed, were real. her guards were up and held her weapon high, hoping to block any attack but also knowing that she stood no chance against a dragon.

❛ we don’t have those around here.  ❜ she told the other, gesturing to the dragon, looking into her eyes. ❛ tell your dragon to stand down and i will tell my men the same, no bear islander blood spilled on our soil. ❜ dacey did not know what to address the so-called queen because she certainly was not hers; bear island will stand true to their vow of only recognising the king in the north whose name is stark.

[ @dragonryse​ tapped for a starter ]

           ‘   he only protects his mother.  as you protect your land.   ‘   she reached to sooth drogon,  the beast unhappy that calm was needed.  yet a few words murmured in valyrian.. .and the hulking creature flung himself forward and with a few beats of massive wings... to the air as he made his way back to sea.   ‘   i do not come in war,  i come in peace.   long have i cherished the service of a mormont.  and now -- i ally with the king you recognize.  i have agreed to assist jon snow.. in his war against winter itself. ‘ 

        there was something peaceful about her tones.  a kindness and simplicity in the way she worded it.  jorah mormont may have been disgraced,  justly so -- but there were many times he had saved her.  offered her advice she could learn from.  and while their relationship was never easy and doubtlessly complex.  she had a fondness for the bear that had remained with her for so long.

                                       “Y-YOUR GRACE ! My apologies.” The YOUNG girl sniffled, her brown eyes avoiding the beautiful dragon queen’s. She and her VICIOUS husband were visiting Dragonstone, as her HUSBAND wanted to see what the dragon whore could offer him. Jeyne thought she was SO BEAUTIFUL, intimidating – and she felt insecurity and FEAR settle within her vein. Her husband had beaten her, and DEMANDED that she go and fetch them wine. Jeyne was TRYING to cover her face — but she had bumped into the dragon queen. “I was ju-just — fetching wine for m-my SWEET husband and I.” 

                                                       @dragonryse LIKED for a starter !!

—————- “ It all lies in embellishment, Dany,” A grin in response to her smile, “ Home will always feel like home, no matter what, I suppose. I felt the same when I returned after years abroad in Essos. To my greatest surprise, I found my favourite meat skewer stall in the same place it has always been – it’s still there now in fact. It’s little things like that that tell you that you’re home, no matter what may change,”

After a few moments and a street later, he leaned close to her, ignoring the crowd around them that sought to catch their attention, “ So what are your plans from now on, young conquerer?” His tone remained light and cheerful, despite the weight behind his question, “ Three dragons, a handful of cities, what will Daenerys Targaryen lay her eyes upon next?”

    the forgiveness the martell’s offered her was not taken lightly nor forgotten.  she was always present in the fact that all she did --- was for the honor of the boy who had died by her negligence.  for all those she had burned.  perhaps now the rightful heirs sat upon the throne,  and perhaps there were less slaves.  but the cost of it had dirtied her.  survival had been unkind to her,  it had made her less suited to rule the seven kingdom’s she had hoped to make her own.

“We were ambushed from the east - - however it nothing the knights of the Vale are used to.” nor himself, Lord Petyr thought, he poured himself a cup before speaking again. “Lady Sansa and her sister are safely tucked away at Moat Cailin though the girl finds it most distasteful of a place.” The Lady had refused to go to White Harbor to sail to the Capital, noting that her last visit was less then preferable. 

Drinking modestly, he walked over to the table covered in the maps and parchments of her latest conquest. “I will have to return to the Eyrie soon, I am afraid Lord Robin grows restless and the cold does not suit him well. I would not be a dutiful Lord Protector nor a proper Father if I leave him unattended too long.” A note of disinterest could be found in his tone but he knew he would have to ensure that he was at least attended to properly. His death would surely dismount Petyr’s hold onto that part of the kingdom. “Unless my Queen has a need of me further?”

       ‘  lady sansa --- how long before we can ensure her place in winterfell?  brother’s or not -- starks’ belong there.  and to have a base that far north would be a boon.  ‘   she speaks quickly,  in truth she can hardly blame sansa for not wishing to return to king’s landing.  it was hardly a place daenerys wished to visit. 

      there is a pause as she watches the man who has made himself so invaluable.  ‘  is he still so unwell that he could not join us?  surely his bannermen would be bouyed by their lord’s nearness.  ‘   reports were of the fact the boy seemed perhaps weak in the mind and spirit more than the body.  his mother’s death had hit him hard,  and the loss of lady sansa at his side.  

@dragonryse gets Samuel Sullivan

               ring  clad  fingers  skimmed  lightly  along  the  cracked  plaster  of  the  wall,  tune  idly  hummed  under  his  breath.  it  was  his  first  time  visiting  another  special  without  his  brother  by  his  side.  AN  UNFORTUNATE  ACCIDENT  HAD  TAKEN  HIM  TOO  SOON.  it  was  two  weeks  after  that  he  heard  of  the  fire.  many  dead  &&  injured,  yet  somehow  a  girl  on  the  top  floor  walks  out  unharmed.  he  could  only  assume  she  was  gifted,  perhaps  the  ability  to  regenerate.  he  could  use  someone  like  that ….

 final  steps  were  taken  till  he  stood  outside  a  door,  hand  raised  &&  knuckles  rapped  three  times  on  the  wood.  posture  held  straight,  yet  relaxed.  air  of  calm  &&  confidence  surrounding  him  as  he  patiently  awaited.  his  smile  polite  &&  oh  so  charming.

           viserys wasn’t home --- he wouldn’t approve... yet she paused as she went to answer the door.  viserys wouldn’t be coming home anymore.  viserys was dead.   and so now was the man she’d been forced to marry.   what path would her life take now?   she’d survived a house fire,  she’d walked out of it unburnt.  unscarred.  uninjured.  yet her brother hadn’t.  her husband hadn’t.  the news had called her a miracle,  but was she?

       at only eighteen she was now alone in this world.  more alone than she had even understood she could be.  more alone than she wanted to be.  perhaps -- that inner loneliness is what lead her to open the door.  hand on the knob as she hesitated.. even as the door slowly opened.

Waited on baited breath, Lord Petyr had let his body finally relax slightly at her words - - though the action was not to be seen through his thick cloak covering his body. There was a certain thrill he found in not knowing how your investments would turn out, so it would seem his influence in the Vale was worth while in allowing him audience to this new and rising queen. Beautiful, was not a word he would describe her as his spies had informed him a week prior. Exquisite and even so far as bewitching. He had known of the spoken beauty that was of House Targaryen, men and women alike. With their porcelain skin and their silver hair - - more so their violet eyes as smooth as satin. 

The woman standing before him was no different, nor did she disappoint. His mind caught up with the present and he bowed partly at the waist. “I shall send for word to my Lord Robin immediately - - he will want to know that his sword and loyalty lie now.” He paused, gaze flickering to the guards before returning. A fake display of wariness on his part, he didn’t quite wish to leave just yet. 

“My Lord has also sent me with a gift - - I told him of the stories I’ve heard of your Dothraki army and their fondness for horses. War is long and hard for men and animal alike so he has provided some of his best horses as well as a few supplies.” It was easy enough, though Robin was not keen on sending his best horses, he had convinced the boy that a gift to a beautiful queen would win her favor. While the Vale was the few last places to be touched by war, it would not remain so if dragons were to fly to the keep.

Lord Petyr chanced at taking a step closer, not knowing quite how the men around them would react. In experience not many would be so wary of such a small and feeble man such as he, Petyr was no knight and although his poise reflected that of noble birth, he was far from it. “I may ask that we may stay for a day or so, I am afraid that my men and I did not quite experience a smooth a course here then we expected. If that is alright with you, your grace.”

         his wariness -- or seeming act thereof would not be wholly foolish.  two men stood near her,  her bloodriders.  men she had sworn to her,  and her to them.  it was a custom she had learned from her late husband -- and one she had opted to keep.  while their culture denied women any claim to the title of khalessi once their husband’s passed.. daenerys kept her title.  added to a growing list.  many taken by herself versus given.  but she had been the woman to bear the stallion who would mount the world,  she had walked into fire and lived to walk out.  she had taken what her husband had given her,  confidence,  strength,  power,  fierceness... and it had become her own.  and so when she called herself khaleesi,  it was in honor of her khal.   the men stepped forward,  blades glinting in the light. 

        yet they backed away the second she spoke a single harsh word in their native tongue.  while perhaps she had not at first taken to the guttural language,  soon it had become as easy as the common or valyrian for her to manage.  

     violet eyes met his gaze as he spoke of a gift, there was a harshness to the renowned beauty.  a regality that was not bespoke.  a coolness of coloring and nature that seemed almost to oppose the fire within.   ‘  your lord is gracious --,  many horses were lost during out journey.  they were not well suited to sea travel.  i am sure the men will enjoy seeing the horses.  ‘   when he speaks again - her brow arches.