#oathworn

In the land of eternal Spring, Lark would go walking along the long sprawled-out paths of the Ares Estate. It wasn’t often she could meander down the beaten paths without the accompaniment of her Princely charge, and when she found time to do so, she would seize the opportunity to enjoy the solitude so desperately craved. 

Though it was naturally Spring year round, it had been a chilly morning and Lark pulled her cloak around her shoulders. If only she could stay lost amid the copse; but a small respite would have to be enough. 

She moved down the path, and each footfall was quiet and purposeful. Whatever the day’s agenda would bring, she would be ready for it. While expecting a nice and tranquil walk among the trees, she would be surprised to see a flash of darkness catch her eye off the trail. Shifting her attention to it, she squinted and peered in the distance. A person? 

Frowning, she stepped off the path and into the forest. She drew near to the stranger with a cautious stance, her hand resting idly on the hilt of her rapier. 

“ Excuse me...” she began. “ Are you lost?” 

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@oathworn​ sent: you have a good heart.

             words fall upon her in a strange,  conflicting mixture of warmth  &  chilling cold.   the kindness in the timbre of his voice is appreciated.  a thing so rare it’s presence awakens that craving in her soul for more.  but,  it serves as a reminder of how hollow she truly is.  and how cruel the rest of the world.  having a good heart in a dark and violent land is a death sentence.  it seems to invite in the worst intentions.  all it has ever done is earn her scars.  she wishes her heart could be a little more stoney.  maybe then she would not hurt so much.  

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@oathworn sent: “This is the only place I can find comfort these days.”

they stand solemn in the godswood, the weeping tree ever watching with its somber eyes. lyanna is transported many years back in her memory, remembering her lord father praying to the old gods each time he was troubled, remembering brandon, benjen, ned. generations of starks came here for solace; it seems only fitting to her that her son does, too ( though the fact that he has need of succor troubles her, reluctant she may be to show it. ) more than that, lyanna also seeks to offer him comfort, or company, at the very least, and her counsel, too, should he ask.

“dare i inquire about what's bothering you?” the she-wolf imagines it to be many things. winterfell is theirs again, but it is not without cost. they crowned jon king in the north, and that is yet another burden to bear. “i know we have not been acquainted for very long, but i am your mother. and i wish to help you.” lyanna is not one for ruling, and she's more tactless than diplomatic, but she cares a great deal about him, about sansa, about keeping what's left of their family intact. “you must have so many questions.” this time, she smiles, but it's tinged with sadness. she wonders if jon will understand the truth once she lays it bare, or if he will scorn her for all the careless things she did in her youth. “you need only ask, my love. it's an ugly tale, but i am willing to tell it.”

           IT  FELT  AS  IF  THE  SUN  HAD  gone out or that it had never existed to begin with,  like the world was nothing but white ice and a black sky.  The darkness was tangible,  her breath came as frost in the night.  When Daenerys found the courage to look past the wall’s edge  ( she only managed a single glance down !!! ),  she could not see the ground.  The wall arose from an abyss  . . .  from  nothing.   It had no start,  and it had no end.

“I thought you’d like this.”  /  @oathworn​​

The lord commander’s voice came from behind her,  but before she could turn to him  ( she did nothing with haste atop the edge of the world )  black wool enveloped her frame,  bringing with it a warmth that had long since left her  ––  minutes felt as long as hours on the wall.  Lord Snow adjusted his dark cloak around her,  tying at her neck to secure it in place.  It takes her seconds  ––  or minutes,  she couldn’t be sure  ––  to respond with lips the same shade of purple as her eyes.  “I thank you,  my lord,  but p-please do not leave yourself wanting for my benefit.  Aren’t you c––  aren’t you cold ?? ”

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Lark remained seated in the nook near the hearth. She had a mug of hot cocoa in her hand. She enjoyed the warmth seeping into her hands as she felt her body slowly warm up. How Jon enjoyed this kind of climate she would never know. 

When he spoke, her gaze softened on him. “ I certainly hope so...” she replied in a soft morose tone. She would have never guessed that someone she mistook as a hobo lost in her wood would turn out to be a good friend. 

“ As soon as I am able....” she began as she pursed her lips a bit. “ I shall return all the kindness you have given me, Jon.” 

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“ Is that what you think I want, Jon?” Lark asked in return. The bitter snow that fell around them nipped into her bones and she pulled her winter cloak tightly around her frame. The cold had never been her friend and she often found herself pondering how Jon could endure such a climate. 

Sighing and seeing her breath before her, she frowned. 

“ I couldn’t make you disappear even if I wanted to.” she shifted her emerald gaze to him. Her nose wrinkled then as her cheeks were rosy. 

“ Could we go inside? I can barely feel my limbs.” 

❝   it’s  not  going  to  be  easy,  you  know.   ❞