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He hesitated for a moment, his mind recalling the memories he had seen as the Three-Eyed Raven. "He's dead." He said, his voice cold and blunt.

"That much I know." She spat. "He went north with you, gods be damned Brandon! Tell me! Beyond the mere answer that he's dead. How did he die, what did he say, how did it happen! How did you… In all your knowledge, allow this."

"It was beyond my control, Y/n." He tried to explain, "We were travelling beyond the Wall…beyond my sight." He paused, closing his eyes as he recalled the memory. "We were ambushed…attacked by White Walkers…"

"That's not good enough!" She screamed, kicking a table, letting the wine smash on the floor.

Bran didn’t flinch at her outburst, but his expression remained stoic. "I can't change what happened, Y/n." He said, his voice firm. "I see what the trees show me."

"You promised me…" She said, "You promised… He'd come home… I went to war for you… And your cause… I let my home burn for you… On the promise he would come home."

"Y/n…" He called out to her, his voice now barely more than a whisper.

"… I don't believe you." She shook her head, "… How do I know you didn't let him die? How am I to know your gods didn't order it? How do I know that you didn't allow it… Leave him to die in the snow because it was necessary for you. For your magic. For all of this."

"I would never allow something like that to happen," he said, “Why would you think me so cruel?”

"Because if nothing else… I have learnt that only death pays for life. Blood has to be spilt for the sake of magic." She picked her head up to meet Bran's eyes. "Whose death, paid for your life, Brandon? What blood was sacrificed! For the magic you now hold!" She yelled. "… Because to me, it sure does seem like the gods in there madness led my husband, like a lamb to the slaughter, for you. To be the sacrifice for your magic."

"You're angry, and you have every right to be," Bran said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn't ask for this power. I didn't want any of this."

"… I didn't want any of this. All I wanted was my husband."

"I know…" He said softly. "And it's not fair." They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the crackle of the burning embers in the fireplace. Finally, Bran spoke. "I can show you-"

"I do not want to see it." She choked. "I cannot bear to see it."

Bran could see the pain and torment in her eyes. "I understand." He said softly. "But sometimes, remembering can help us heal." He paused, his eyes on the fire. "I lost my father…my mother…my siblings." He murmured, his voice filled with sadness. "I carry their memories with me. Their love. Their pain. Their death."

"What happened… I do not wish to see. I want you to tell me." She sniffled back tears

Bran took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task he was about to undertake. He turned his eyes to her, his expression grave. "Very well. The attack by the White Walkers…It was a massacre. We were taken off guard, outnumbered.” Bran's voice grew sombre as he continued to recount the events. "Jojen was badly injured, gravely injured. He wasn't going to survive it." Bran explained the horrible truth, how Meera had killed Jojen in mercy far beyond the wall.

The moment he finished, she screamed out in grief, the closest sound he'd ever heard like it … Was his mother, Catlynn Starks' scream when watching his brother rob die.

When she finally regained her breath, "his body … What did you do with his body?" She begged

"We couldn't carry him with us." He said, his voice soft and filled with sadness. "We had to leave him behind. We…we burned his body, to prevent the White Walkers from… from getting to it."

Y/n shook her head, tears in her eyes. "No… Say it is not so…" She fell to her knees in the spilt wine and broken glass, the sharp slivers cutting into her skin,

"We had no choice." He tried to explain, a hint of desperation in his voice. "The White Walkers… they take the dead and turn them into wights. We couldn't let that happen to Jojen."

She cried. "No… No… He was not born of fire…" She muttered, "Targaryens are born of fire and thus must die in flames. Those who swear to the lord of light will burn, but no… Not Jojen…" She begged. "He was a man of house Reed! Of the neck! The marshes and the mud men… and you… You robbed him of eternity." She grew angry, directed at Bran, "to rob a Reed of the marsh… It is to rob a Stark of his iron crown in the crypt of Winterfell. A promise made of your eternity…" She whimpers, "and you burned him…"

"You're right. He was born of mud and reeds. Of the swamps and the marshes." He said, his voice heavy. "But he was also a man. A man who fought bravely, and died a hero." He paused, his eyes on the flames. "I will carry his memory with me always."

"I do not care if he died a hero… Or a fool." She spat. "I care… That I will never see him again…" She cried. "He will never be with his ancestors, he will never … Be with our daughter…" She completely broke down, "he is with the wrong gods…."

"His soul is at peace, Y/n." He said softly. "He has found his way to the gods-"

"… but he will never be with Sara."

Bran's eyes softened ever so slightly. "No… he won't." He agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But she will know of him. She will know her father was a brave and honourable man," he explained, "And she will grow up surrounded by people who loved her father, who will tell her stories of how he fought and died at his family's side."

"She will never know such stories…"

Bran's brows furrowed, confused. "What do you mean? She has you. You can tell her stories about Jojen."

Y/n shook her head, wiping her tears. "You don't know?'

Bran's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. "Know what?"

"Sara is dead."

Bran felt as though the air had been knocked out of him. He was speechless, stunned by the news. "How…?"

"… She came before the battle. Forced her way out of me. Demanded to arrive." She said her hands were resting on her still swollen stomach, yet to lose the weight of carrying Sara. "I fought as long as I could before the pain became too much. I brought her into this world… Right there on the castle floor. She was so beautiful… So perfect, the sweetest little whimpers." She explained, "… When the castle fell… they ripped her from my arms…” She said her hand resting briefly over her scarred eye, “They killed her."

"I… I had no idea…" He tried to find the right words, but nothing seemed adequate.

"he's dead. As I'm sure you can guess." She sniffed, "I laid her to rest in greywater… In the marsh waters… Where jojen was meant to join her… Now they are lost to each other."

“Y/n I-”

“I did all that you asked of me, I gave you my husband… I let you take him from me… I went to battle with a baby in my belly… I watched my home burn… I gave birth to my daughter on the cold floor of this castle without a single hand of aid… They ripped my newborn baby from my arms and butchered her like a piglet… they raped me on the castle floor… Cut my eye and left me to die… I crawled out of that castle, barely even surviving with my daughter in my arms… I did everything I had to do to bring my baby home, to lay her in the marshes with the family she never knew… where I will one day be with her… where he was always supposed to go….” she cried, “Where all of us could be together. You robbed me of a husband, and of eternity with the man I love; you robbed Jojen of his birthright, his eternity with me, and robbed him of his daughter! You robbed Sara of this world and stole her father away. That is a debt… that can never… ever be repaid.”

Bran's heart ached for the first time since the great tree, and his words left him in a way that he knew was not the raven… but was for once. Brandon. "…I'm so sorry, Y/n."

She scoffed, picking her head up. “That’s the worst part, Bran…” she said, meeting his eyes, “I know you're not.” She shook her head, “Becuase you're not you. Not anymore. So everything… everything I lost… was for nothing.”

I drifted off to sleep under my chosen tree deep in the north beyond the wall my body wrapped with blankets and furs to keep out the snow and the cold, however as I closed my eyes and opened them again and found myself somewhere sweet, somewhere warm, a golden house with grand arches and sweet crystal blue water that came right up to the house, I walked out and found myself in a thin purple dress that barely concealed me at all so much so my nipples could be seen though the dress, I knew I must have been dreaming a skill I had since a child but had only become more heightened the closer north we went, I stopped a moment, jojen sat on the side shirtless with only some tight green trousers already half unlaced, his knee up with his elbow on his arm his other leg danging down to touch the water, I wasn’t surprised to see him as I know both I and jojen had dreams like this, and this was not the first time we had ended up in the same dream together, 

“What’s going on? What is this place?” I asked, 

“I don’t know… it must be south it's so hot here,” Jojen said, 

I nodded sat in the centre and dipped my toes into the water, “Well, what shall we do then…”

“Humm what should we do,” Jojen smirked as he shuffled himself closer to me so our shoulders touched, I blushed a little doing my best to look only at his eyes but I couldn’t help but let my eyes slip down to his bare chest, he chuckled as he saw my struggles resting his chin on my shoulder,

I blushed hard but couldn’t answer him,

“I have some ideas,” He cooed, 

I squealed as he began to kiss my neck leaving me with no room to escape him as his arms coiled around my waist, my squeals seemed to amuse Jojen and he still attacked my neck with kisses, I let my hand settle on his thighs unsure what else I could do being trapped between his pleasure, 

“Humm you’re adorable,” he cooed, “How am I meant to resist you when you look so… delicious,” He smirked as he ran his hand down my neck and down my sternum, He grabbed the top of my dress and gave it a firm pull ripping the thin fabric to expose my bare breasts, I squealed at my body so suddenly being revealed, “Humm you have no idea how much I look at these,” he growled as his hand grabbed my breasts fondling me and squeezing my breasts hard, “How much I watch them bounce under your clothes as we walk,” He grumbled, “How much I want to force you down on the snow and … well…”

“And what Jojen…”

“Why don't I just show you,” he smirked, he tightened his grip around me and ripped my dress even more until it was nothing but shreds on my shoulders leaving my body completely naked, he smirked more and kissed my neck more mercilessly nibbling my tender skin and even leaving hickeys in the crook of my neck as his hand travelled down from my breasts sliding down my chest and down my stomach before he stroked my inner thigh “Nice and wide for me that’s a girl girl,” He cooed pulling back to watch as I gasped unable to resist opening my legs for him as I felt the feeling of his fingers slide up until they met me, “Ohhh there you are,” he playfully cooed, “Ohh my my,” He smirked as his fingers stroked me tenderly and softly never breaking eye contact as he bit his lip, “Y/n, You’re cunt is dripping for me darling,” he smirked, 

“Jojen I-”

“Umm get used to moaning my name darling,” He growled, as he gave my clit a tender rub making me gasp holding his chest, 

“Jojen!”

“Aww you are so adorable,” he cooed thrusting his fingers inside me,

“Ahhhhh! Jojen!” I squealed,

He chuckled at me and thrusted his fingers mercilessly leaving me unable to do anything but squeal, scream and utterly flood for every single movement of his fingers, his lips returned to my neck kissing and nibbling even if he often came to watch my face as I reacted to the pleasure he supplied me with, He found joy in pleasuring me which made it harder and harder to resist him. 

“Jojen… please I’m-”

“Close darling?”

“Yes….”

“Perfect,” he growled, He pulled back and unlaced his trousers kicking them off onto the side before he moved into the water standing infront of me the clear blue waves lapping at his hips and the tip of his erect cock stood up tall to the tip stood out of the water, he stared at me as he came close inches from my face and moved his hand to his face, the hand that had just pleasured me, he slipped his fingers inside his mouth as he had slipped inside me, licking and sucking my juices from his fingers as he thrusted them slightly into his own mouth mimicking the action he had just done inside me, once they where clean he pulled his hand out and took my hips in his hands forcing me forward and into the water, he pulled my lips to his and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, I allowed it even if I tasted my own juices on his lips, he pulled back and growled into my ear, “Arch your back for me, or turn around and bend over,” He demanded, 

“It's up to me?” I blushed,

“I don’t mind, I’ll look at your tits or your ass darling it doesn’t bother me,” 

I blushed and moved to lean my arms on the stone so I bent over my legs in the water Jojen didn’t waste any time he grabbed my lips and slapped my ass hard making me squeal from the pain, he teased me a little rubbing his tip against my clit a few times before he slipped inside, I screamed feeling his throbbing erection inside me stretching me the pain felt almost real,

“Ughhh fuck! You are heavenly, I’m gonna enjoy this,” he growled one hand settled on the small of my back as he began his thrusts, he wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t slow, he was full force and full of passion mercilessly thrusting inside me I screamed and squealed at the pleasure of his thrusts hearing him moan behind me as he utterly ravished me I knew I was close I began begging him screaming his name which only drove him to be more merciless on me moving faster, harder, tightening his grip on my hip until I hit my wall,

I screamed and squealed tightening around him my body falling against the stone as pleasure rushed through my trembling body and I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, 

“Ohhh good girl, fuck you feel so good when you cum y/n… Uhhh I wanna be inside you forever, I wanna be inside you and make you cum every hour of every day for the rest of our lives!” He moans losing himself to his own pleasure the sound of our skin clapping and the water splashing under his moans until he grabbed my ass hard digging his nails in and burying himself inside me filling me to the brim with his reed seed, he gasped hard and relaxed a little, “Ughhh…” he groaned, 

“Ohhh jojen…” I cooed,

“Ughh Y/n… darling…” He cooed, “When we wake… I want this to be real,” He pulled out and let his seed leak from me as I collapsed and sat down with the water to my neck, He sat down with me and pulled me into a slow kiss, “Would you like that my darling?”

“I… I would,” I blushed, 

“Humm, then I swear to you when we wake I will make it real, take your maidenhead, make you my bride, fill you with my seed and make you carry my children, little heirs to greywater.” He cooed, “would you like that my darling?”

“I would,” I blushed,

“Then I swear it,” he cooed giving my lips a final kiss, 

Before my body woke and I slowly sat up surrounded by the snow north of the wall, I sat up yawned and rubbed my eyes before I looked across the dying fire and I saw jojen wrapped up in his own furs and jackets to keep out the snow he knelt by he flames feeding them twigs to keep it going as everyone else remained asleep still, 

“Morning,” I yawned for a moment unsure if I had merely been dreaming or if the two of us had shared a green dream, But as I adjusted myself I felt this strange feeling I moved my hand under my blanket and under my clothes feeling not only hot wet I was but feeling the sticky sensation of his seed still leaking out of me, I pulled my hand out and saw the cloudy substance on my fingers, which made no sense… even if we had been green dreaming together that wouldn’t have affected our bodies here, I looked up to him and he merely smirked and winked at me I blushed hard and tried to speak, “Jojen I-”

“It's not so bad,” Jojen said quietly, his brow furrowed in thought. “The dreams help me understand what's coming.” He glanced at Lyanna, his eyes deepening with concern. “But sometimes they're hard to decipher, and that makes it harder to rest.”

she nodded "I cannot imagine how hard it is for you ... I can guess you likely don't want to sleep unsure the horrors you may be seeing,"

“That's exactly it,” Jojen's voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes clouding over with a mix of fear and resignation. “When I sleep, the Three-Eyed Crow comes to me, and it shows me... terrible things.” He hesitated, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “Battles fought and lost, cities burning, people dying…” Jojen's gaze drifted back to the fire, his face etched with a sense of foreboding. “It's always something dark and ominous, Lyanna. And it leaves me feeling... trapped.”

"if you like... Your always welcome to sleep next to me? Maybe I could help, if you start to have bad dreams I could cuddle you until you feel better?" she gently smiled,

A faint smile played on Jojen's lips as he looked at Lyanna, his eyes softening with gratitude.

That would mean a lot to me,

He reached out and gently took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle grasp. “Sometimes, just having someone there helps calm my mind.” Jojen's gaze held Lyanna's, his expression sincere. “Thank you for offering,” He squeezed her hand lightly before releasing it,

she smiled and softly kissed his cheek

Jojen's cheeks flushed slightly as he felt Lyanna's warm breath on his skin, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he turned his head, his eyes meeting Lyanna's in a gentle gaze. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the only sound the crackling of the fire between them. Then, without thinking, Jojen leaned forward, his lips brushing against Lyanna's in a soft, sweet kiss.

Lyanna kissed him back happily moving closer until they where snuggled up beside the fire together,

As they kissed, Jojen's hands slipped around Lyanna's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together, warm and intimate beside the fire. His tongue danced with hers, sending shivers down his spine as she nuzzled deeper into his chest. Their breathing grew heavier, synchronized as they wrapped themselves tighter around each other, the flames dancing across their faces in a golden glow.

Jojen's fingers trailed down Lyanna's back, tracing the curves of her spine as she arched against him, her moans muffled by his mouth.

In this moment, everything else faded away the darkness of the world beyond the firelight, the weight of his visions and prophecies leaving only the warmth and comfort of Lyanna's presence, and the thrill of discovery that came with exploring their love together.

she slowly pulls back from their kiss to catch her breath and lays her head on his chest "I worry jojen..."

Jojen's arms tightened around Lyanna, holding her close as he listened to the concern etched in her voice. He stroked her hair, his fingers weaving through the tangled locks as he whispered reassurances. “Don't worry, I'm strong enough,” His words were laced with conviction, though a hint of vulnerability crept into his tone. “I'll face whatever comes our way, together,”

she softly nodded and laid her head on his shoulder the two sharing the silence beside the fire, Until she smiled sweetly "In your visions... Do you ever see us?"

Jojen's eyes clouded, his gaze drifting inward as he searched the depths of his own mind. He hesitated, unsure of how to answer, before finally speaking in a hushed tone. “Yes... I've seen us together,” His fingers continued to stroke Lyanna's hair, the motion soothing as he recalled the fragmented images that danced in his mind. “In my dreams, I see us standing side by side, facing challenges and triumphs together.” A small smile played on his lips as he remembered the fleeting glimpses of their future. “You're always there, Lyanna strong, brave, and beautiful.”

"... Humm have you ever seen anything... You shouldn't?" She hinted in a sly whisper

Jojen's eyes snapped back to Lyanna's, a flicker of curiosity sparking within them. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he asked, “What do you mean?” His fingers stilled in Lyanna's hair, his entire body tensing with anticipation as he waited for her response.

A sly smile spread across Lyanna's face, and she glanced around the clearing, ensuring they were truly alone before leaning in closer still. “I mean...have you ever seen us together...in a different way?”

Jojen's pupils dilated, his breathing growing slightly labored as he considered Lyanna's words. He glanced around the clearing once more, ensuring they remained alone, before turning his attention back to her. His voice was low and husky, filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he spoke. “The Three-Eyed Crow... showed me things,” He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “Things that haven't happened yet.”

she chuckled "and has the three eyed raven ever let you see ... Me. Perhaps in the baths of winterfell?" She cooed nuzzling into his neck and sliding her hand down his chest,

Jojen's eyes widened, his heart racing as Lyanna's words dripped with seduction. He felt a surge of heat course through his veins, his skin prickling with gooseflesh as her breath caressed his ear. His fingers instinctively dropped to the hem of her tunic, slipping beneath the fabric to claim her hip, pulling her closer as he growled low in his throat. “The baths... yes…” His voice was barely audible, lost amidst the pounding of his heart, as he envisioned the steam-shrouded pools and the promise of intimacy that lingered within them.

she smirked up at him "Naughty boy," she cooed "using your sight to perv on pretty girls," she smirked her hand slipping under his trousers laces and gently cupping his half hard cock

Jojen's eyes flashed with desire, his hips jerking involuntarily as Lyanna's touch ignited a spar of wildfire within him. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as her fingers wrapped around his erection, sending shivers coursing through every nerve ending in his body. “Oh...Lyanna…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. His hands rose to frame her face, his thumbs tracing the curve of her cheeks as he drew her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and urgent.

she happily kissed him back keeping her hand slowly and gentle as she stroked his cock

Jojen's head spun, his senses overwhelmed by the dual assault of Lyanna's kisses and her gentle strokes. He moaned, his hips bucking upward in time with her movements as he lost himself in the sensation. “More... please…”

she smirked deepening their kiss letting his tounge battle with hers as she unlaced his trousers pulling out his cock "humm such a big boy" she cooed before she began to jerk him off

Jojen's world narrowed to the sensation of Lyanna's mouth on his, her tongue tangling with his in a fierce dance. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she released him from her grasp, his cock springing free from its confinement, “Ah...god…” he whispered, his eyes rolling back in his head as she began to stroke him, her grip firm and confident. Her words, a husky purr of approval, sent shivers down his spine, and he felt himself climbing higher and higher, the pressure building, “Lyanna…” His vision began to blur, colors bleeding together as he teetered on the edge of release. But then, something shifted inside him a sudden jolt of awareness, a sense of connection to the world beyond the confines of their passion. He opened his eyes, focusing intently on Lyanna's face, her features blurred by the haze of desire. “Wait…” he whispered urgently, his hand reaching out to still her motions.

“What is it?”

"not here..." He whispered to pulling himself up and concealing himself so Lyanna happily took his hand and the two ran off into the woods to find somewhere more private

They fled into the trees, leaves crunching beneath their feet as they vanished from view. The sounds of the castle grew fainter, replaced by the rustle of branches and the distant call of a bird. Jojen's heart pounded in his chest, excitement and fear entwining like the vines that crawled up ancient stone walls. As they walked, Lyanna's hand remained clasped in his, her grip warm and reassuring. They moved deeper into the forest, the canopy overhead growing denser, filtering the sunlight into dappled shadows. A clearing emerged ahead, a small pool glinting like polished silver in the center. Water lilies floated on its surface, petals unfolding like tiny white stars. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth.

she smirked and pulled him Into a heavy kiss,

Their mouths clashed, tongues tangling in a frenzy of desire. Jojen's hands roamed her body, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as she struggled to shed his clothes. Her nails scraped against his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He stumbled backward, tripping over roots hidden beneath the underbrush.

Lyanna laughed, her voice husky and seductive, as she pinned him to the ground. Her lips left his, trailing kisses down his neck and across his chest.

Jojen's head fell back, exposing his throat to her ministrations. His eyes rolled closed, surrendering to the onslaught of sensation.

she kissed down his exposed chest and pulled out his cock once more "humm has a girl ever done this to you before jojen?" She cooed stroking his cock and kissing his tip

A shiver coursed through his body, his muscles tensing as she wrapped her lips around the base of his cock. Her tongue danced across the sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she began to suckle. “No...no one…” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart, His eyes snapped open, locking onto hers as she gazed up at him with a mischievous grin. She hummed, the vibration resonating deep within him, as she continued to tease and torment him with her lips and tongue.

she made sure to be slow and gentle with him wrapping her lips around him and sucking

His eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back in ecstasy as she enveloped him in her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was almost too much to bear, her gentle suction teasing out every last drop of pleasure from his body. “Oh... god…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need, as she continued to worship him with her lips and tongue.

Her hands cradled the base of his cock, holding him steady as she worked her magic.

He felt himself growing harder, his senses narrowing to a single point of pure bliss.

she felt he was getting close so she pulled back and unlaced her dress tossing it to the grass to reveal her naked body, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her nipples hard and inviting. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, glowing in the dappled light of the forest.

Jojen's gaze roved over her, drinking in the sight of her naked form. His eyes lingered on the curve of her hips, the slope of her shoulders, and the delicate folds of her pussy. He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the soft flesh between her legs.

She giggled and spread her legs for him, revealing the tender flesh within.

“Please…” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper, as he sought permission to claim what was offered.

"Gentle sweet boy" she cooed guiding his fingers inside her

His fingers sank into her warmth, the feeling of her slick flesh surrounding him sending a jolt of electricity through his entire body. He gasped, his eyes snapping open as he gazed up at her face, drinking in the sight of her rapturous expression. “Yes...yes…” he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement, as he explored the depths of her pussy.

Her hips lifted, pressing herself against his probing fingers, urging him deeper into her core.

As he delved deeper, his fingers dancing across her sensitive tissues, she began to move against him, her hips undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm. His eyes locked onto hers, drinking in the sight of her pleasure, as he stroked her inner walls with increasing confidence.

“More... please…” she moaned softly and took his hair in her hand guiding his lips to her clit "suck... Gently"

His lips closed around her swollen nub, his tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of her desire. He sucked gently, his mouth working in tandem with her movements as she rode his face “Mmm... oh god…” As he licked and sucked her clit, she grew more insistent, her hips bucking against his face with increasing urgency. He held fast, his grip on her thighs tightening as he devoured her, his own desire spiking in response to her passion.

Suddenly, she froze, her body tensing as a shuddering orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing through the forest, as Jojen's tongue danced across her sensitive flesh, prolonging her pleasure. Breathless and spent, she collapsed against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. "fuck... Your too good at that" she teased "aww my poor baby" she cooed stroking his still throbbing cock "humm how do you want to do it? Have me on my back? Have me ontop of you?" She suggested

He groaned, his cock twitching in her gentle touch, as he considered her options. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and husky with desire. “On top of me... I want to feel you ride me…”

"humm I figured you would" she smirked happily getting him settled against the tree before she moved to his lap softly rubbing herself against him "you ready?"

He nodded, his eyes fixed on hers as she positioned herself above him. With a subtle shift of her weight, she slid down onto his waiting cock, her warm flesh enveloping him in a snug, velvety grasp. “Ah…” he breathed, his head falling back against the tree trunk as she began to rise and fall, her hips moving in a slow, seductive dance, “Yes...just like that…”

Her movements quickened, her breathing growing more ragged as she picked up speed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as she rode him with abandon. As they moved together, the sounds of the forest seemed to fade away, leaving only the pounding of their hearts and the soft rustle of leaves beneath them.

His fingers dug deeper into her skin, his nails scraping against her tender flesh as he struggled to hold on to control. Suddenly, he felt pressure building inside him that threatened to burst free at any moment. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but it was no use. With a cry of release, he came hard, his seed shooting deep into her as she continued to move above him. For a moment, they hung there, frozen in time, as the world around them melted away.

she softly Giggled "guess now you'll have to marry me. If I get pregnant with a little reed. Our father's will be thrilled" she chuckled

Which made me listen a bit more intently, 

"your father is Halwon Reed?" bran asked,

"Yeah," Jojen nodded,

"He saved my father's life. During the rebellion."

"your father told you about the rebellion? Mine never did," He chuckled, "But I saw that too."

"Saw it?" I asked, 

"yes," he smiled, 

"How did you see it?"

"The sight allows me to see things, miles from here, years from this moment,"

"In which direction?"

"Both," He shrugs, 

"What sort of thing have you seen?" I asked jojen and I walking side by side now as Bran began to chat with Meera, 

"The rebellion, your father's execution, the wall, all sorts of things really, why do you ask?"

"...Curious... do you choose what you see?"

"Sometimes, I can walk and change where I want to be."

"Hum..." I pondered and a thought came  into my mind as I looked at him, "So... theoretically, you could greensee yourself into any brothel you want just to sit and watch?"

He froze up, eyes wide as if he'd just seen a dragon. He gulped, "In theory." he said sheepishly like a child been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, 

"Have you ever done that?" I raised an eyebrow making sure to keep eye contact even if he couldn't even look at me, a pink tint growing on his cheeks,

"Ohh ughhh I ughhhh I ummmm I ughh I've never uhghhh never really uhjhj though to uhh do such a thing," He stuttered, 

"Mhm...." I smirked, "But you could if you wanted to?"

"I uuuughhhh I could," 

"But you never have?"

"....no."

"Okay... I believe you," I lied, I didn't believe a word out of his mouth but I had a feeling digging would only make him redder and thus less likely to tell me the truth, "Have you seen anything in the future?"

"Some things yes," He nodded,

"Have you seen my future?"

He rolled his eyes a little, "I am a greenseer, not a fortune teller,"

"That wasn't a No?"

"...Yes."

"oooohh tell me,"

"no."

"why not?"

"Because people shouldn't know their own future,"

"Ohhh come on Jojen! I wanna know,"

"No."

"But if I know I can be better prepared,"

"I said no Y/n." 

"Just one thing, just tell me one thing you saw of my future." I plead, 

He sighed, "I saw your wedding,"

"Ooooohhh..."

"No more questions,"

"But jojen! Please! Was it by the heart tree in Winterfell? Was it snowing? was I beautiful?"

he sighed again, "Yes. yes. and Very much yes." 

"Awww you thought I was beautiful?"

"I did." He blushed,

"Awww that's so sweet, well hopefully you'll get to see it twice,"

"Humm how so?"

"Well, I'd want you and Meera at my wedding," I shrug, 

"Yeah I uhhh we'll certainly be there." he smiled, 

"You didn't see me after my wedding did you?" I glared,

"Ohhh uhhh..."

"You didn't green see my bedding did you?"

"...No." 

"Jojen! You little perv!" I argued,

"I didn't mean to!" he complained, "I wanted to see where we were going-" He immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, 

"...What do you mean we?" I froze up, 

"Nothing I-"

"What do you mean to see where WE were going!" 

"I ughhh I ughhhh..." 

"What do you mean We jojen!"

"... look a dragon!" He said moving my shoulders to look over the trees of course nothing was there but when I turned back jojen was bolting through the grass,

"Oh no you don't! Get back here reed boy!" I yelled hitching up my dress and running after him, 

I chased after him for a good while before I grabbed him and forced him down onto the grass pinning him down even if he tried to squirm away.

"What did you mean We."

"...Okay... So... I ughh i did see your wedding, in the winterfell godswoods, infront of the heart tree, with snow falling,"

"Yes."

"And uhh I was there."

"You where?"

"Yes. not just in my vision but physically. Me. Meera. Bran. all of us were."

"And then you followed me? and our my bedding ceremony?"

"I didn't know what was happening I was us... kissing... under the tree and I got confused so I followed us and... yeah... I uhh I saw us... more than kissing."

"Why would you be kissing me at my wedding?!"

"Our wedding Y/n." 

I was frozen and collapsed on the grass myself looking at the sky, "Ohh my god..."

"Yeah,"

"We're gonna..."

"Yeah,"

"And we actually..."

"Yeah."

"Well... it'll be interesting to see how that happens,"

"I imagine we fall in love? or our family wed together... both seem equally probable,"

"Either way," I sighed but I kissed his cheek, "At least it'll be fun finding out how it happens,"

"Yeah, it will," he blushed, "and at least I know my bride will be... endlessly beautiful on our wedding day" 

"Cute, come on before they get to far ahead," I got up,

"Yes dear." he chuckled,

"Not married yet jojen, don't call me that." I glared,

I didn't want this, not in the slightest. But I understood my duty to my family. So I did as my parents asked even if it broke me. My father began to lead me through the snowy godswood for a moment my feet refused to move, my father sighed a moment before his hand graced my cheek forcing me to see his war-torn face, my Y/e/C eyes stared up at him and suddenly I felt like a little girl asking to go up on his shoulders one last time. His eyes were weary and tired and suddenly I felt so spoilt, so childish. I tipped my head to bow to my lord father and a smile cracked across one side of his mouth, he pressed one final kiss to my forehead.

He then squeezed my hand and led me through the godswood.

My eyes were transfixed on the horizon as the sun began to set. The sky was a canvas of colors, with hues of orange and purple that blended seamlessly together, creating a breathtaking sight. The clouds appeared as if they were lit on fire by dragons, with the colours of the sky reflecting upon them and casting a warm glow. The snow clouds seemed to be dancing in the wind as if they were alive and celebrating. The ground was covered in weeks' worth of snow the ground below was frozen as hard as stone. The godswood filled with those I had known all my life in Winterfell, the path I walked with my father lined by staff and lords I had almost known like family all of them in their dark clothes and furs to keep out the cold each of them held a torch to fight away the night. I walked without a word, without a thought knowing if I started thinking about anything I would begin to cry.

My eyes caught the visiting royals the king and his family, they all seemed to look uninterested in the proceedings the younger children bored and shivering in the cold. The king however looked at me with a distance to his eyes but a smile on his lips, I had always thought of him as an uncle so I dipped my knees as I passed them and he nodded his head to me.

As we walked on I was met by my family and I tried not to cry, to do my best to save face for them, My eyes first met my bastard brother Jon who gave me a faint smile, trying to cheer me up. Then my older brother Rob who looked angry almost avoiding my eyes, was against all of this though I was still a child and far too young for all of this. My sister Sansa looked at me with sisterly joy but also a side eye, jealous of my dress and of my wedding in the godswoods as she would be married in the sept in Kings landing in a few years. My sister Arya looked up at me almost confused, seemingly angry but I knew why she didn't want this fate for me or herself even if I'm sure one day she may learn to accept the duty of a lady as I did. My brother Bran looked at me with a tremble to him he was old enough to understand these things to an extent and he knew there was nothing either of us could do to prevent it. And little Rickon stood crying into my mother's skirt, he was not old enough to understand all he knew was that I would be leaving and there was a good chance… he might never see me again, or if he did it would be years between visits.

As I passed him I tussled his hair trying to cheer him up even if I felt like crying myself.

Before I could take my hand away my mother took it in hers, and our eyes met. And for a moment there were a thousand words between us, we had so rarely seen eye to eye on anything in this life but for a moment it was as if we had always agreed. She squeezed my hand and pressed a small kiss to it, she curtsied to me slightly before she let me go. I did so back and continued the walk the tree now all of my view with its snow-white branches, blood-red leaves, and the face with eyes that seemed to watch my every move.

Beside the tree stood my betrothal, the boy I had known I was to marry since the moment I was born, neither of us had a choice, an opinion or an option in this matter. It had been decided far above our heads, but it is our duty whether we like it or not.

My father squeezed my hand and handed it over to this boy, I froze up feeling the warmth of his skin, and for the first time, I looked at him.

He was taller than me, with a short mess of blonde and brown hair, he had a youthful face and brown eyes, he wore clothes of marshy green and black a cloak of fabric leaves and moss as if a creature of the mud that had crawled out moments before our wedding.

Without another word our wedding began, I felt like crying but I had no choice, our hands were bound and the words were spoken.

"I- I take this woman," he nodded his voice sounded sweet,

"I take this man," I forced the words from my lips,

We knelt in the cold snow and I bowed my head low trying to hide my shivering tears, moments later we rise we met eyes again and he seemed somewhat remorseful, he pulled my cloak from me and left me for a few moments to shiver before it was replaced with another, the marriage cloak woven with the signs of both our families a true fabric of our union. A link in the tree branches between the Starks and Reeds.

Applause erupted from the godswood. But I Had never felt so alone. I felt as if everything I knew had been taken from me, all the history of my family now seemed like memories, knowing I was not a Stark. Not anymore. I was Wife to a Reed, I would be Lady of Greywater and the marshes, my children Reed's blood of moss and mud.

But I pushed such thoughts away and just did my duty, he looked at me nervously and fearfully as unsure about the future as I was, but I think his concerns were of a closer future as his hands trembled and shivered, his lips opened and his voice made a sound of confusion and concern before he finally moved his hands first went to my waist and he tried to lift me over his shoulder however that wasn't going to happened he was not strong enough to even get me off the floor, the second try he attempted to grab me from under my thighs wrapping both his arms there and trying to lift me up which did work but he soon dropped me again before we even took a step his hands, unfortunately, snapping away given as I fell his hands went from under my thighs to my ass

"sorry." He quickly said,

I could hear people snickering and holding back their laughter,

"Just lift her boy!" The king yelled, causing many to break their laughs,

I sighed and took his hands helping him putting one hand on my waist and the other under my knees, he nodded and quickly lifted me into his arms, he let out a breath as he held me his arms already trembling as everyone began to applaud and celebrate.

Jojen quickly walked through the snow, rushing as he was struggling to hold me in his arms. And the moment we got inside he dropped me down again.

The feast went off nicely people often came to give us sweet words and gifts I did most of the thanking and such and Jojen merely sat without much of a word. Often I watched our fathers, both our fathers and the king sat at a table sharing ale and wine talking of their days as boys together like brothers and how they thought side by side in the rebellion. It occurred to me that, the rebellion sparked many things in this world, how much of the course of events was forever changed by it. Without it, Robert wouldn't be king, without it families and alliances would be different, and without it, Jojen may never have married. Our union was placed on the table after their war, the idea to join the families together so they may be as true brothers. At first, it was planned for the king to marry my aunt but such things were not to be.

The deal now stood that Howland Reed's son Jojen and I a daughter of Ned Stark would be married, in a few years once both were of age My sister Sansa would marry King Roberts's son Joffery. And the plan was that our children would in some way be joined depending on how the genetics fall and the world at the time.

As the night grew later my concerns only grew more intense. I knew what tonight would bring and I was getting scared.

"It is time, for the newlyweds to head their way to bed." The king laughed very drunk as he raised his glass, the hall erupted with cheers as all knew what was to come next. "Now for the final question, shall the newlyweds walk to their bed or shall they be carried?!" he laughed and more cheers erupted, I looked to my father and I pleaded with him but he knew there was little he could do if the king demanded it, I looked to my mother to plead but she was busy with my younger siblings who all wanted to get to bed, so in my desperation, I looked to Jojen. To my new husband. And I pleaded with him.

"Jojen, please."

He met my eyes and he nodded, he stood up and adjusted his clothes, "I- I thank you my king for your aim to savour in tradition… However I- I would like to… engage in such joys myself."

"Good boy!" Howland cheered,

Many were disappointed but I was thrilled, jojen offered his hand so I took it and we said goodnight before we sheepishly left the hall.

I sat on my bed trembling nervously, I wore my nightie as I sat on the bed waiting knowing what was to happen, Jojen changed and came over in only a pair of dark green leather pants laced up tightly.

"Ughhhh hi…" he spoke up,

"Hello," I tried to smile,

"So… we need to uhhh…"

"Yes, it is our wedding night. I will do my duty to you Jojen."

He nodded, "Our duty," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Let's just get this over with."

I nodded and did my best not to cry, he leaned over me his hands on the bed as I laid down on my back, he loomed over me for a moment our eyes unable to move from one another. We both trembled and shivered. His hands move to the hem of my nightie sliding his hands across my skin as he pushes it up until it reaches my mid-thigh and he stops and gets off the bed pacing around the chamber.

"what is it?"

"I- Forgive me my lady but I-"

"Jojen," I began taking his hand and softly pulling him to sit beside me on the bed, "I am your bride, please… what is wrong?"

"I- I feel like I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"I know, I must do my duty to you. To be your husband and be an honour to our families I- I simply feel as if I am incapable of doing so."

"I see." I nodded, "Is it… me?"

"No! No no no!" He said squeezing my hand, "It is not you, Y/n, it's me it's anxiously me. You are very sweet, and you've been very kind, and you are very, beautiful it is not that I feel incapable of doing my duty to you… because of you."

"Then, is it… your preference?"

"my preference?"

"Well… when at a feast, there are those who most enjoy roast duck, and there are others who most enjoy roast pig. I enjoy roast pig, but most men greatly enjoy roast duck… but do you perhaps prefer roast pig? as I do?" I asked delicately,

"I… I do not have a preference" he said, "I think it's simply that I… have not tried anything at the feast."

"Ohh I see," I nodded, "I must be honest, neither have I. I have not tried anything at the feast however I know my preference is for roast pig even without trying the duck."

he nodded, "I uhh I do admit the duck seems most preferred to me too even without trying it,"

"Is it then… that you, simply are not hungry? to have never sampled anything of the feast?"

"No. No, I uhhh I am… very much… Hungry." He nodded,

"As am I." I nodded, "Then what is it?"

"It is simply never having… tried anything." he explained, "My father insisted given my betrothal to you that… such things could not be tried. So… this is my…"

"I understand," I nodded, "You do… know how the act is done?"

"I… I know. just… a bit nervous to us do so."

"I admit, I am nervous too Jojen."

"I uhhh… I don't want to hurt you."

"You must do your duty," I nodded, "as I must do mine."

He nodded and helped me to lay back down, he leaned over me and I could see how scared he was, but I imagined I didn't look much better.

"Please Forgive me, Y/n…" he whispered,

I nodded and he very quickly pushed my nightie up to my waist, his hands trembled as he unlaced his trousers, I didn't look I just stared at the stone ceiling and opened my legs, he took himself in his hand and tried for a good minute or two to make himself hard but it wasn't really working, causing him to grunt a little in frustration.

"Here. I'll help." I sat up a little and replaced his hand, immediately I panicked… ohh no. That's uhh bigger than I expected. But I did my best to smile and stroke him gently with my hand which seemed to get him hard enough,

"Thank you, Y/n,"

"You're welcome," I blushed laying back down,

he moved closer before he began to guide himself in, I did my best not to say anything given how much it hurt, he had to stop halfway to pull out and spit on himself for some kind of lubrication which when he went back in made it hurt much less, he began to move without a word and I did my best not to think about it much at first, it was strange and painful and awkward I knew I was bleeding as he took my maidenhead, in my mind I merely kept thinking that this was my duty. It's all it was just duty as his bride. That this will be my life until I push out an heir.

Slowly I became content with this as the pain slowly faded as I got more used to it,

"I- I'm not sure how much longer Y/n -"

"It's okay," I nodded,

"Are you sure? You don't seem… happy… or comfortable… I'll stop if you-"

"No, no we… must do our duty,"

"We must…" He nodded, "But… I do not want to be cruel Y/n."

He gently helped me to wrap my legs around his waist letting us move at a slightly new angle and I admit it felt a little better, he moved a hand down to rub on my clit softly with made my eyes wide and I gasped,

"Oh…"

"That okay?"

"Yes…" I nodded, "How uhh how do you-"

"I uhhh… I listen to a lot of the lords in the neck talk about stuff like this."

"Good you listened then," I chuckled,

He did too and got a little faster the bed creaking under us I struggled not to make any noise as it became somewhat enjoyable and pleasurable until he suddenly bit my neck and his hips stopped I felt the strange sensation of his seed filling me for a few seconds before he pulled back from my neck gasping hard, "Uhhh I uhh sorry I-"

"It's okay," I nodded,

He nodded and pulled out laying down beside me, for a moment we lay in silence until he spoke. "our duty is done for tonight,"

"It is." I nodded, "For tonight, I shall continue to do my duty until I can provide you an heir."

"…thank you, Y/n, I know this… isn't what either of us really wanted but, I swear I will do my best to be a good husband to you,"

"Thank you Jojen, I will do the same in turn."

"I admit… I am excited to have a child with you,"

I blushed a little, "I admit, I think it will be sweet,"

"Do you think… you could ever learn to love me?"

Bran pressed himself against the rough bark of the ancient tree, heart racing, pulse quickening as he strained to catch any sign of movement. The world around him felt charged with palpable tension, a deep-rooted instinct urging him to stay still and vigilant. Then, in the dim light filtering through the leaves, he finally caught sight of it a sliver of movement, a low rustle that hinted at something lurking just beyond the trees, waiting in the shadows.

A shadow glided gracefully between the trees, exuding an otherworldly presence that felt both ghost-like and ethereal. It moved with an eerie silence, disturbing neither the branches nor the leaves, as if it floated through this realm without truly belonging to it.

Eventually, the shadow took form, revealing a tall man with striking blonde hair, dressed in heavy green garments that blended seamlessly with the forest around him. His attire seemed almost like armour, designed for both protection and camouflage. As he stepped closer, the tension in the air shifted, prompting Summer to bark sharply and growl defensively, her instincts on high alert in the presence of this enigmatic stranger.

Osha lept into action and pressed her spear to the back of the man's neck, "Not another step boy. Unless you want to drown in your own blood."

"I'm Unarmed." He answered,

"That was poor planning,"

"We, have no need for weapons."

"Then you're a fool, boy."

He scoffed, "If you wanted me dead you'd have killed me already,"

"Who are you?" Bran ordered, "Why are you here?"

He glared at Osha who moved back her spear, he took slow and confident steps to Summer as the dire wolf barked and growled, but he simply held out his hand, "You must be Summer." The wolf sniffed at his hand and turned tail cuddling up to Bran's leg.

"Why are you here?"

"We have come a long way to find you, Brandon." He said, "And we have much farther to go."

"Who are you."

"I am Jojen of House Reed Son Of Howland Reed,"

"How-Howland. You're Howland Reed's son."

"Correct. And this is my lady of the stars, My wife. Y/n." Jojen turned,

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, a striking woman appeared at the edge of the clearing behind Osha. Her long, fiery Y/H/C hair was intricately braided, cascading down her back like a vibrant river. She wore a flowing gown of deep purple, its rich fabric contrasting beautifully with the surrounding foliage. However, the hem of her gown was stained with mud, suggesting she had traversed through the elements to reach this hidden sanctuary. The air seemed to shift around her, lending an air of mystery to her presence.

"The Wolf follows the bird in hopes of flying," she said, "He will fall if he doesn't see the sky."

"We know where you are going Brandon, and you are going to need our help," Jojen told him,

I strolled along the narrow path flanked by lush green grass, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face. Jojen's hand was clasped tightly in mine, a comforting presence as we enjoyed the peaceful afternoon. Ahead of us, Rickon dashed excitedly, his laughter ringing out as Shaggydog bounded playfully beside him, their bond evident in every leap and bark.

Meanwhile, Bran stood a short distance away, his gaze focused and intense. I could almost sense the quiet power he wielded as he communicated with the wolves. With a subtle gesture, he instructed them to keep a watchful eye on Rickon, ensuring his little brother would be safe during his games. The air was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdsong, creating a serene backdrop to our small adventure in the world of the forest.

"You can get inside his head, see behind his eyes," Jojen said,

"Only in my dreams,"

"That's how it'll start until you learn to control it,"

"All good things begin in dreams," I smiled, "Only once the dreams begin in the day can we start to walk."

Jojen chuckled and softly squeezed my hand,

"Does she… always say things like that?" Bran asked,

Jojen tenderly smiled, "My lady of the stars has been gifted all her life, she sees even what I cannot."

"The three-eyed raven?" Bran asked,

"He comes to us all." Jojen nodded, "Some more than others."

"For why does he come to me?"

"He pays his debts for those who fly." I smiled,

"The Raven brings the sight, he has visited me, visited Y/n and now he comes for you. All of us are right where we should be."

"For what reason?" Bran asked,

"I know not his reasons, but I am sure they are just whatever they are. We saw him together. So the path must now be walked… together." Jojen smiled pressing a gentle kiss to my hand, "The sight will come to you. In time."

"…I think it already has." Bran sighed, "I- I dreamt of how my father died."

"You didn't dream it you saw it."

"Lion-wearing antlers mocks the very wolves it stands on. He shall fall between the roses and they will strangle him dead." I smiled,

"Yes my love," Jojen cooed kissing my cheek, "The sight is powerful, many can see through animals' eyes in their dreams but few see the world the way we do. We see things, and they can be happening now, happening years before, a thousand miles away or what has not yet come to pass. You saw your father die. As did I."

"You saw my father's death?"

"I did." Jojen nodded, "When… I told my father about your father. It was the first time in my life I saw him cry."

I squeezed Jojen's arm tightly making him smile once more, and pet my head gently,

"Your father is Howland Reed?"

"Indeed he is."

"He fought at my father's side in the rebellion."

"You're father told you about the rebellion? Mine never did." Jojen chuckled, "But I saw that too."

"What else do you see?"

"Whatever the gods allow."

I sat beside the crackling fire, mesmerized by the way the logs and twigs surrendered to the dancing flames, their orange glow flickering against the darkening sky. The warmth of the fire wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, but my attention was focused on Jojen, who lay peacefully asleep against the sturdy trunk of the tree nearby. Our hands were entwined, his small fingers resting in mine.

Suddenly, I felt his grip tighten unexpectedly, sending a ripple of concern through me. I turned towards him, my heart racing, and hurried to his side, kneeling in the soft, damp earth to see what had stirred him from his rest.

"What's happening!" Bran asked in a panic,

As Jojen began to shift and jitter his body spasming and seizing,

"The raven makes him fly tonight," I answered holding Jojen in my arms as I always did making sure he would not hurt himself,

"The visions… he's having one now?"

I nodded gently, observing as Jojen slowly began to reconnect with the reality around him. His eyelids fluttered, and a faint tremor ran through him. I reached out, my fingers gliding softly through his hair, soothing the strands that clung to his forehead. As he struggled to sit up, I supported him, helping him balance against me. When he finally focused on my face, a spark of recognition lit his eyes. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly to his chest. I could feel the warmth of his heartbeat steadying, and to ease his unease, I leaned in close and whispered sweet nothings into his ear gentle words meant to reassure him, to remind him that he was safe with me.

"What did you see?" Bran asked,

"… We must leave. As soon as dawn breaks." Was all he answered with, Pulling me tighter to his chest and kissing my head,

We found ourselves trapped north of the wall, thrown into a damp and dark pigsty, the kind where the walls seemed to breathe with the moisture of the earth. The air was suffocating, thick with the pungent stench of hay, manure, and decay. As we struggled to make sense of our surroundings, a group of old men stepped forward, their weathered faces etched with lines of hardship and resilience, their fierce eyes glinting with suspicion.

With surprising swiftness, they captured us, binding our hands tightly with rough, coarse rope that bit into our skin. Their grip was unyielding, a clear sign of the power they wielded in this desolate place. As they encircled us, they demanded answers in guttural voices that resonated like gravel crunching underfoot.

"What are you doing so north of the wall? You're not wildlings. So… Tell me why you're here?"

"Our business is our own," Bran told him,

"Is it now."

"Hodor!" Hordor shouted in panic,

"Shut your halfwit up. Or I'll sew his mouth shut."

"Hordor, enough," Bran told him silencing him,

"Will your friends be of more help I wonder?"

He turned to Jojen, who glared the man down and even in his bound state put himself between the man and me,

"Where are you going? And why are you here?"

"Our business is ours." Jojen snapped back,

"Is it now… will she tell me?"

"You stay the hell away from her."

"Should I now? Why? Will she tell me what I want to know?"

"No."

"I bet she would. Given… the right kind of persuasion."

"You will not lay a hand on my wife."

"Wife? Now now, hardly fair to keep a pretty thing like that all to yourself. That's not how it works up here north of the wall boy." He smirked, "You have to share your pretty girls." He grabbed me by my arm and I screamed as he tossed my bound body across the sty hooking my bound hands above my head,

"No!" Bran shouted,

"Let her go!" Jojen demanded,

"Whyever would I do that? Rare we get such pretty things up here. I shouldn't waste such an opportunity," He smirked, "Hello pretty girl."

"The crows come for the pigs. Bacon will be served tonight." I told him, "And the pig bones were left to freeze."

"what the fuck does that mean?" He chuckled,

"She's saying you'll die tonight." Jojen laughed, "You and all your men will die. And when you die, the snow will fall and bury your bones. We've seen it,"

he laughed, "What are you then? A band of wizards and warlocks? and your pretty little witch?" He chuckled trying to remove my clothes,

"Leave her!" Jojen demanded,

"We're traveling to the fist!" Bran shouted, "There I told you now leave her alone."

"Why?"

"We have our reasons."

Just then the sounds began outside,

"The crows come" I giggled,

He bolted to go see what was going on, We took our chance and got free managing to escape out into the dark snow during the attack,

"Are you alright?" Jojen asked holding me tightly,

I nodded and gave him a tender kiss as we headed into the night,

I sat quietly, enveloped in the warmth of the fire and tightly cuddled in Jojen's arms. The flames flickered, casting dancing shadows around us, while he gently ran his fingers through my hair, trying to soothe my anxious heart. We both understood that these small gestures provided little real comfort, for the weight of what lay ahead loomed over us like a dark cloud. Each precious moment we had before dawn was a gift, one that we knew we must savour fully. It would be our final night together, our last shared dawn, our last tender kisses before the inevitable morning we had always feared.

We exchanged loving words and sweet whispers, recounting memories and feelings as if we could somehow hold on to the time we had left. Each kiss was filled with emotion sweet and tearful, a mixture of love and sorrow.

As the first light of dawn began to seep through the darkness, a heavy sense of loss washed over me, threatening to spill tears from my eyes. I knew that this was the way it had to be; it had always been this way, a bittersweet cycle we could not escape.

We carefully packed our belongings, the sound of rustling fabric and crunching snow beneath our feet breaking the silence of the early morning. Hand in hand, we walked through the pristine snow, our footsteps leaving brief imprints in the untouched landscape. We paused at the edge of a clearing, gazing up at the majestic tree we had travelled so far to reach, the symbol of our shared journey.

As the others moved forward, drawn to the tree's ancient presence, Jojen and I lingered, reluctant to part ways. We shared a lingering look that spoke volumes a silent conversation filled with all the things we couldn’t say, a mix of love, longing, and the bittersweet understanding of what was to come.

"I love you, I have always loved you, My sweet lady of the stars. My wife. my Y/n." he cooed pressing his forehead to mine,

"My Jojen," I cooed back hugging him as tight as I could,

"I will see you soon. I know it."

I nodded as he gently wiped the tears from my cheeks, and we shared a soft, loving kiss that felt both tender and desperate. The cold air hung around us as we began to make our way down the slope, walking carefully across the fragile ice toward the ancient tree that loomed ahead. Suddenly, the sound of cracking ice echoed ominously through the stillness, sending a chill down my spine as I realized the walkers were breaking through and preparing to attack.

My heart raced, and I felt a deep reluctance to let go of his hand, the warmth of his grip both comforting and grounding. But I could see the urgency in Jojen's eyes, pleading with me to understand the gravity of our situation. We both knew what had to be done.

With one lingering kiss, one that held all the unsaid promises and fears, I reluctantly released his hand, leaving him with the sword that felt heavy with responsibility. Panic surged within me as I took hold of Bran's cart, urging Hodor to move quickly. Together, we raced toward the cave nestled within the roots of the great tree, urgency driving us as the distant sounds of chaos grew louder behind us.

"Y/n! You can't! Jojen-" Bran began,

"He has known. As have I." I told him,

he looked at me and he understood, even if it broke him.

Once Inside the cave safely I looked back and watched as Jojen fell tears flooded my face as they had a hundred times before whenever I had seen this moment,

"Y/n NO!" Bran yelled as I broke from his grip and ran.

I ran as fast as my feet would carry me to his trembling body,

"You know you can't save me…" He gasped,

"I know…" I nodded, "But the gods can give the stars a moment to cry." I wept holding him tightly,

He held me and wiped my tears, "You must go." he whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered,

"This is not goodbye… I'll see you soon."

I nodded,

With the last of his strength, he kissed me before he fell down onto the ice,

I screamed and cried enough to shatter the very ice around me,

But a child of the forest pulled me away forcing me back to the cave as his body was engulfed in flame.

I sat in the cold cave watching the snow fall out on the ice,

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"…You… you don't speak in riddles anymore."

"The visions are gone. Nothing left now."

"…You don't cry either," Bran said,

"I do not need to cry."

"You lost your husband… no one would be angry if you cried."

"I knew I would lose him. I knew this tree would be his end. And so did he. We still came."

"Why?"

"Becuase we knew we must." I answered, "All our lives we knew we must. The gods have a path for us all carved in stone before we are even born. The gods let some of us know where it ends."

"All this time you both knew."

"We did. The day we met we knew how it would end. Didn't make the path any less exciting."

"How… How did you and Jojen meet?"

I scoffed, "When I was born, I entered the world in silence, my lungs refusing to fill with air, and my heart still and unfaltering. My mother, consumed by despair at my lifelessness, climbed to the highest tower and cast herself into the abyss below. The moment she fell was the moment I awoke to existence. Throughout my life, I had been visited by a the raven. With his guidance, I soared through the skies, gaining a perspective that revealed the vast tapestry of all that ever was and all that ever will be. During my flights, I glimpsed a boy whose suffering seemed endless, a heavy burden etched on his young face. I witnessed his tragic end, the moment of his death, and then I saw his mother succumbing to despair, as she surrendered herself to the marshes, a place cloaked in shadows and sorrow. Yet, just as I had, he awakened anew. The raven, ever-watchful, came for him as well. From that point onward, our lives intertwined even though we were separated by miles of distance, our bond grew stronger. We played together in the realms of imagination, shared our thoughts in whispers on the wind, and understood that we were destined for a greater purpose. One fateful night, as our dreams intertwined, we found ourselves crafting a vivid vision: "Follow the tears of gods and the echoes of the king's old boots, until the sky of stars descends into the depths of the water." This cryptic message, laden with meaning, promised adventures yet to come and an understanding of our place in the cosmos."

"So you both listened?"

"We did. Followed the water to the king's road. Followed it then to the old place where the sky of stars is below the water. The God's eye. At Harenhal. We found each other and… we grew to love one another so deeply, he called me his lady of the stars becuase of where we first truly met. He took me to Greywater with him and we learnt our visions and… lived as husband and wife. But we both knew our fate. We knew we had to come north to find you and bring you to the three-eyed raven. To repay him for coming to us all those years ago. Our very lives were for this. Brought back to this world to serve him and follow the visions he gave. Jojen knew he was coming here to die. As did I."

"Why didn't you just.. not come? Stay in greywater. He couldn't have died here if you'd never come."

I scoffed, "Funny thing about profosy, the more you fight them. The more then come true. His death was here and there was no point in fighting it."

"…And yours?"

"I will die here. It won't be long I know."

"Aren't you frightened?"