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@snowbrn​ | Jon

THE WINDS ARE HARSH, but that does not stop them, it seems. It had taken some time to find someone who knew where he had gone, but she rushed over there as soon as answers were given. There never seems to be enough time. There is always something going on. Whether it be court meetings or outside forces, there is never enough time in the day. The ground crunches underneath her boots, growing closer to where she knows she will reach him. The dark colors against the stark landscape gives him away almost instantly. Talia snickers to herself, thinking she has never seen him in anything lighter than a deep grey before reaching him.

❛ I WILL FIND you , little dragon , and I will eat you whole ! ❜ The Queen Mother prowled the gardens as is she was a dragon the hunt for a feast . Every corner she turned , she made sure to check for the young boy ; allowing him to run away . There were only a handful of times where she sat waiting for Jon to walk her way before letting out a loud roar and chasing him off with giggles . 

ROUGHLY AN HOUR had passed of their time playing before she knew that the young boy would need to snack , so she had caught the wild boy in her arms and carried him off ! ❛ You will need to eat , my love . Then , we can play some more ! You will need to be big and strong to not get caught next time , right ~ ? ❜

Byrant had spent the last months doing his best to cuase the Bolton’s as many problems as he could, trying, hoping, to find some thread of alliance for the true rulers of the North, to find anyone who might still be loyal to the Starks. He’d put together a small band of men like himself. And then, then they had heard that Jon Snow, bastard son of Ned Stark was amassing an army, was planning to take Winterfell back. It had seemed like a day that would never come, a day Byrant had dreamed for but not dared to pray for, least the gods laugh at him. He could join with a Stark, could help return Winterfell to its rightful owner.

When he found the camp, he could hardly believe it. To walk though a war camp, the Stark banner flying. Utterly unlike the last war he had taken part in, and yet, nearly the same. He was not sure, if it was better or worse to be breathing in the Northern air, he’d rather be fighting on Southern soil if he was honest. But to be where their gods could see them, it was a comfort. The wildlings were odd, but Byrant could hardly question Jon, not when he knew hardly anything of the matter.

Wandering though the camp helped settle Byrant’s nerves, at the same time, he was eager to see Jon. He’d not seen Jon in years, he’d left for the wall before Byrant had gotten back from Dorne. They’d said he was Lord Commander, so how it was he was no longer serving the Night’s Watch Byrant didn’t understand. There were rumors about it but again Byrant could hardly question it.

Finally he found himself in front of Jon’s tent. he took a deep breath before pushing the flap open. He’d tried to send word ahead, though he wasn’t sure if he’d managed.

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SOFT AND ROSY LIPS BRUSH ATOP HIS OWN, STEALING HIS BREATH ―  she is more a thief than she is a princess, jon’s cheeks captive to her grasp -- for artist to take whatever she desired. lips lower, hot and hungry kisses nipping at his throat, swallowing every moan rumbling beneath her lips. arianne dares a glance, studying every reaction -- the flush of his cheeks, the tremble of his lip, as fingers trail down the length of his body, her lips quick to follow. tongue slips for an occasional taste -- hot and languid licks amidst his chest, dipping into his naval... ‘til fingers slide betwixt his thighs, and greedy lips bite at his hip. eyes lift again for a glimpse of the man who’s heart she’s stolen -- plucked from his chest and tucked away in her pocket, admiring wide winter eyes, pleading with anticipation. 

THE NORTH™ SQUAD.