#aclashofmuses

The woman is greeted by open jaws. Not a threat, but a sign of the dragon’s weariness. So far they have traveled, miles upon miles. Days turned to months turned to years, and their journey has not come to an end. How much longer will it last?

They’d ridden hard, harder than was probably fair to the horses they were riding. If Ned stopped to think about it for too long he could mannage to feel bad, he’d always respected his horses but this- he saw both his daughters out of the corner of his eyes, they were more important than these horses, gods forgive him they were more important than honor or anything else. 

Now though, they had slowed. They hadn’t managed to run into any Lannister men, now they were could see Riverrun, his son had been named king, had probably been told Ned was dead, Ned was proud of him, was looking forward to seeing his son, but perhaps, he was most looking forward to seeing his wife, he’d always known his son would do well without him, but his wife-

They had to argue with the guards for just a moment, Ned, after all, was claiming to be a dead man, his daughters were supposed to be in the hands of the Lannisters. Luckily a Northman saw the argument, recognized them and took them straight to Robb and Cat.

His son stood tall, proud, he looked more like a King than his name sake had ever looked while Ned was in Kings Landing, and gods his wolf was huge. But then his eyes left his son, the boy turned man who was running towards his daughters. And they found his wife, the woman he’d longed to hold for as many nights as he’d been away from her.

        the fire was crackling, blankets were laid out carefully on the floor, everything was in order. briefly, an image flashed across her mind, like a fire’s brief spark, of a different room where two girls, one dark haired with brown eyes while the other’s hair matched the fire, giggled and gossiped; it felt like a memory . . . but that was impossible. alayne had no such memories. she’d lived with the faith until her father had brought her here. the name jeyne poole meant nothing to her, though it echoed in her mind.

@aclashofmuses for Sansa and Lollys

Lollys knew what people said about her, about her being a lackwit or simple. She didn’t feel stupid, it was just that some things were harder for her to do. Words mixed up on her tongue and the words people said became jumbled in her head as she tried to understand them. She tried her best to be clear, but her mother and sister just kept her pushed away from everyone and alone.

But they also used her to get close to any opportunity, using her as a pity case. She knew of the multiple marriage offers rejected and people whispering about how old she was and still unmarried. And now her mother saw her as a chance to get close to the new boy king since his soon to be bride was alone with her family’s household declared traitors.

They whispered into someone’s ear that the girl needed someone to watch her, and that while Lollys was simple she didn’t know how to lie and thus meant she would tell the truth if Sansa was saying anything traitorous as well.

Her mother was wrong, Lollys lied every time she told the woman she loved her.

Still someone agreed to it and now Lollys would be staying with Sansa Stark as a friend and guard and supposed to be ears for others, but she didn’t feel like doing that.

Entering the room Lollys looked around, wondering if she would come into the girl crying because of what had just happened with her family and household. “My Lady Stark?” She called as she came further into the room. So far the rooms were silent and she came all the way in, chewing on her bottom lip and twisting her fingers around themselves.

@aclashofmuses​

This was certainly not how Margaery had expected her visit to her aunt to go. The Hightowers watched over the port town of Oldtown, so she had gone there to visit her Aunt Malora. In between, she’d decided to visit Oldtown itself and meet the common folk, to find out more about their region, and what they might have lacked for. Margaery liked to find out about the world from unbias views, and that meant talking to the common folk.

It had been foggy and overcast. That was why no one realized the Ironborn were upon them. Oh, Margaery was terrified. She’d heard the stories. But she was also a Hightower on her mother’s side, just as much a Tyrell. So when the danger appeared, she worked to help the common folk elude notice, to hide, to survive. It was utter chaos, but she tried to do what she could to help.

And her skirts had trapped her. She couldn’t move fast enough, and Iron Born raiders had seized her. She’d expected the worst-she’d screamed and tried to fight. But a voice had warned the men not to harm her. A woman’s voice. And now Margaery sat in locked room on the ship.

Violence. Violation. Murder. That’s what I expected. I’m hardly one to complain I didn’t go through those things. At those thoughts, Margaery bit her lip. She had maintained her maidenhead, and while she didn’t have romantic notions about the loss of it, she rather favored it be a consensual experience.

She sat on a chair, hands in her lap. And when the door opened, she was surprised to see a woman enter. But there was no question-she was Ironborn. She was dressed as the others. She also got the feeling that this woman was in charge.

Sansa stayed with Theon, she stayed close after the pair of them escaped from Ramsay. Pulling her hood up, she looked down and sighed gently. “Are you alright Theon?” She asked gently as they stepped onto a boat that she’d just managed to barter safe passage on. They took a room and sat together. She comforted him as they sailed togther, she hoped that once they were on the Ironislands that he’d be in a better state. 

They’d managed to send a raven on to Theon’s sister letting her know that they were on their way, it took some time but eventually they arrived on Pyke. Getting off the ship with him, Theon looked around and noticed his sister. She stood back for a moment watching the pair of them, feeling a little jealous of them because she missed her family so much. Slowly stepping forward she looked at Lady Greyjoy. “It’s nice to meet you.” She said gently.