#lostflares

WINTERFELL HAD FALLEN – AND THE DAWN HAD NOT DARED TO RISE. Little more than half of those who had dared to fight that night had managed to claw their way to freedom – battleworn, exhausted, barely breathing, with the dead at their backs and the LONG NIGHT ahead. Until her very last day in this world, Daenerys thought she might never forget that final look she’d dared to turn, to see the army of the dead on the mounting walls of the castle, the piercing cry of her lost child, or the answering cry of the two surviving dragons, seemingly realizing that their sibling was long since gone, and that there was nothing left. Wall of fire as potent as that which burned in the very depths of her veins, the only barrier to allow any kind of reprieve, time to escape even as the fallen rose – and the dead grew in numbers with every passing moment.

For every gain of the people who had run, her own dragons had circled back – exhausted, bleeding, aching, had she so desperately tried to guard the backs of those who had been forced to flee so far from home, leaving everything in the hands of an enemy she was slowly starting to realise truly might have won, and an enemy that was not done with them yet. If this was the war to end all wars, it might be that one that ended all life as any knew it. A dead North, and a treacherous South – her Kingdom, in ruins.

Hours, had they fled – rest, do they now, however briefly, in the cruel ice and winds that might now claim the entirety of the lands before them. Her own gloves are shredded from the scales of most brutal child, blood long since congealed, frozen, to the flesh that strips beneath. Still, her breathing is soft as she might dare to approach her lover, the Young Wolf who has lost his home, voice trembling as she dares to breathe his name.

KALEB: i know this might be weird, me reaching out so soon. i guess i don't normally do this thing? so, perhaps i'm out of line and you can let me know.

KALEB: i was just wondering if our last encounter was a one time thing...

KALEB: because i personally enjoyed myself and haven't been able to stop thinking about it. but please, feel free to tell me i am the worst.

          Her gaze had turned to the other, noting their paths had crossed once more when she had sought out solitude. Not for the first time, surely, it seemed, not for the last. “What do they call you?” she asked, stopping in her steps along the garden path, “The young wolf?” Her back straightened, chin lifting as she regarded him, the refugee into her family home of Harrington. “I can certainly believe it. I never seem to sense you when you’re near... I suppose that serves you well, stalking your enemy like a wolf would stalk its prey.” Robb Stark, the man once thought dead, alive yet hardly well when her father had spotted him in one of his hunting trips and had brought him in. It was a brave thing, a kind thing, yet not entirely a wise thing as her mother and grandmother had bemoaned him of. With reason, he was known as traitor to the crown and Felicity was to be wed to a man whose family had pledged fealty. It was a get to find betrothal to House Tarly, and Dickon was not unattractive. Yet the two had never met, and it seemed, they were even further from doing so. “Have you come to comfort me that my future husband has delayed his visit and therefore the wedding?” A soft little scoff coming from her lips as bright blue eyes ventured away from him and toward the path she had taken. “My maidens have beat you to it. The dear things. My grandmother was not so sweet, yet you know she is not one to mince words.” It was branded her father’s fault, for inviting an enemy into their home. But she would not speak of that, part of her knowing he probably knew already. “Do not worry, I am not one to sulk and whimper. If they are to be that sensitive toward what they once thought a good match, well. That is hardly a reflection on me, now is it? So cowardly, I’d rather they end it if they view me not worthy. I hear the Lord Father is a terror so perhaps it would be a secret blessing to not join the family.” Looking to him, she offered a smile, “I should hope you not expect to find me me weeping and needing comfort, we have not known each other for a great while, but I should hope you would expect more of me, Lord Stark.”