#northvow

@northvow.    you  have  more  important  things  to  be  worried  about,    like  the  fact  that  your  fireplace  can  talk.  

               -    ❛  my  fireplace  can  talk  ?    when  was  anyone  going  to  t̲e̲l̲l̲ ̲ ̲m̲e̲  ?  ❜

he  was  joking,    of  course.    but  nothing  in  his  tone  gave  that  away.    perhaps,    if  jon  looked  closely,    he  would  be  able  to  pick  out  the  glint  in  howl’s  eye,    or  the  slightest  crinkle  in  the  corner,    but  he  forced  the  rest  of  it  down  until  it  was  nothing  at  all  &.    t̲u̲r̲n̲e̲d̲ ̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲ ̲m̲a̲k̲e̲ ̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲ ̲w̲a̲y̲ ̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲ ̲h̲e̲a̲r̲t̲h̲.    calcifer  was  very  clearly  looking  at  him  with  two  very  obvious  eyes.

❛  hmm.  ❜      he  rest  a  hand  on  his  hip,    leaning  down  &.    pointing  at  calcifer  with  his  free  hand.      ❛  y̲o̲u̲'̲r̲e̲ ̲ ̲s̲a̲y̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲ ̲t̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲ ̲f̲i̲r̲e̲ ̲ ̲t̲a̲l̲k̲s̲  ?    are  you  sure  you're  all  right  ?    maybe  the  magic  is  affecting  you  a  little  too  much  …  ❜

Jon,

I know that what I write now, may seem like the rambling of an old man who has lost his mind. They might even call it treason as well, but let them.

I know the truth,

I knew it the moment I laid my eyes upon your own and I stared at you, the closer you approached me the more I stepped back, as it was unmistakable. I never thought I would see his face again, I never thought I would hear his voice as well, but when you spoke to me, when you utter your words there was no mistaken it.

You are your fathers son.

I am pleased that you are well. I am pleased that you are safe as well and that so many have merely looked upon you as a bastard and nothing more. Lord Stark was wise to protect you and hide you from the world. He was a better man than any other, to take you into his home and protect you and love you.

Know that I will not utter a word, less you wish for me to do so. I am sworn to another. My life has been pledged to her and only her. I cannot break my oath to her, I cannot leave her, even with temptation right before my eyes. She is my queen and you…

Are the rightful king.

It is a difficult situation to find myself within. To know that I had the choice between five kings and I picked the fading ember a world away and entered into her service and now here I sit with the choice once more.

Sometimes I wished I died upon the trident with your father.

Sometimes I wished my head was taken the dozen of times people screamed out for it, but I always managed to avoid that fate and now here I am. Knowing that there is a queen and a king. One who has a claim to the throne and the other, who the throne truly belongs to be, the laws of the lands.

Jon.

You are every bit your fathers son. You have his strength. You have his kindness. You have his love for the people. Who are a good man. A rare thing within these lands, if any were to be king of these kingdoms, it was you. It is your purpose, it is your destiny. You need to take it not for your father, nor your family, both of them. Not for your mother, or even yourself.

The people need you.

I fear they need you now more than ever with all that has happened to them.

-

Your friend.

sc. » @northvow​ » 𝐣𝐨𝐧 & 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐫

         IT HAD NOT BEEN HER CHOICE to reverse death itself  &  pull jon snow back from the darkness that had taken him. melisandre did nothing of her own accord. she was but a servant to her god,  &  r’hllor’s will was absolute. & unlike oft before, this time, his wishes had been undeniable. in life or death, the bastard boy was little more than his tool ( as were they all ), but it seemed that the lord of light had determined that jon snow served his purpose better alive.  or rather, reborn.  she held a torch high aloft as she made for his chamber, its flames lashing out to chase the shadows back into the corners where they belonged. it was the only weapon she carried; the only one she needed.                                                                  when she reached the door, she rapped her knuckles on the wood to warn him of her presence before she entered. but when she saw the boy, her breath caught in her throat, her ruby necklace growing warm against her pulse. only days ago he had been a corpse, pale  &  stiff  &  cold to the touch. but now his eyes were alert  &  bright  &  trained carefully on her as she entered the room. such was the power of r’hllor. this was his work,  & it never failed to bring her a sense of awe.

Hope was only useful if combined with some realism, but he was certain, to an extent that the man next to him had a solid head on his shoulders. The other men, he was not sure. “ Should we wenture out later today, or has the plan changed. I mean it will be dnagerous, we will probably be attacked. Some will die, or wish they did. But staying here for too long feels counterproductive. ” He spoke as if none of these things are issues he was particulary concerned about, more so stating facts that were somewhat amusing. A mask needed to be in place, for now. Revealing to much is giving any future enemies a clear path to your weak points, and that much he wanted to avoid. “ What do you say Jon Snow? ” 

she feels almost a child again racing down the steps and to the docks, heart near leaping from beneath her breast the very moment they come to sight  ― larger than she had last remembered, but beautiful and here.   ❛  my dear cousins!  ❜    she announces their landing with open arms and a wide and dazzling grin.    ❛  how long i have waited for a moment such as this ―  ❜    starts arianne, steps coming to halt once she finds him: a strong, tall, strapping young man, more north than dragon with not an ounce of dorne upon his paled cheeks ― but family, nonetheless.   ❛   ― how tall you’ve grown, sweet cousin  ―  surely, the man behind the passionate dreams of every blooming girl.  ❜    her nose crinkles with a laugh, a small huff of sound before she leans in, breaking distance with a quick and cordial kiss.    ❛  welcome to sunspear.  ❜