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    so guess what?

She awoke to a small, dimly-lit room and for a horrifying moment, Margaery believed she was back in the Black Cells. A wail half-formed in her throat but it died before a sound could be made. It was too warm and too dry to be the dungeons Cersei had confined her to. She was lying on a bed, too, instead of a hard dirt floor and covered in soft furs in place of a thin, moth-eaten blanket.  

Memories came to her then, of her escape and the road to Winterfell and the bandits falling upon her guard when they were weak yet so close to safety. And the cold. Always the cold. She looked around, a glint of gold on the table next to the bed catching her eye. The ring was bulky and ungainly but the rose carved into its face made it a priceless artifact. Grandmother had given it to her for safekeeping, as if she had known the misfortunes that would befall their family, and the last Margaery had seen it, she had lost it to the bandits who took her. surely they had not just returned it. 

Movement near the door startled her and she sat up abruptly, pulling her knees to her chest as though it would offer some protection. The man’s face--no, the boy’s--was hard and solemn but not necessarily unkind. That gave her pause, calmed the smallest amount of her rising panic but did not erase it. “Where am I?” Her throat felt raw and dry so her came out rough and strained. “Wh-who are you?”

“   i    told   ya’,   ”   the   redhead   speaks   bluntly,   taking   a   small   bite   out   of  the   rabbit  leg   she’d    just   roasted   over   the   open   fire.   the   moon   was   full,   high   in  the   sky.   “   he   wouldn’ta   ordered   you   to    climb   the   wall   if   he   didn’t   trust   ya’,   ”   she   says,   her   tone   reassuring.   though   she   was   sure   mance   didn’t   fully   trust   jon   snow,   simply   because   he   was   a   crow.   or   was.   ygritte   had   never   been   one   to   hold   her   tongue,   or   hold   back   from   saying   what  she  was   thinking   right  in   the    moment.   “     you   scared   ?   ”   her   tone   wasn’t   patronizing   ...    merely   curious.

he tried to be strong, tried to hold back the tears, but the pain was too sharp, and they began to flow freely. she finds him at the foot of the GODSWOOD TREE, small legs huddled to his chin in effort to hide. ofttimes he and robb would train at swords, and the slip of the dull blade or a clumsy strike would land one or the other in a fit of yelling or silent tears. but jon would retreat somewhere by himself, away from the castle household. robb was the futurelord of winterfell, heir to all their lord father POSSESSED, and catelyn loved him dearly. who was a nameless baseborn in light of that? at the sound of catelyn’s voice, eyes widen, and for a moment jon isn’t sure what to think. oddly, her voice is not rough or disgusted, but edged with CONCERN. “i didn’t mean to cry,” he says in an effort to defend himself, lip trembling.

As she held him in her arms, she wondered at what possessed her to rush to his side like this, as if he were one of her own, instead of NED’S BASTARD. With some guilt, she gingerly let him go and folded her hands in her dress. It felt like a betrayal to Robb, this motherly concern that she should reserve only for her trueborn children. She’d often seen the bastard boy as a threat. More a threat to her children then to her marriage with Ned. Many a Lord had dalliances, but to bring him back here, to raise him at Winterfell when he had the STARK look... Though she loved to look upon Robb’s sweet auburn curls and bright blue eyes, how she wished that Robb had resembled his father more... and this child. How she had hated his very PRESENCE in her household, the sullen baseborn boy that could one day act dishonorably against her own. Yet when he apologized and looked up at her, so small and vulnerable, and hurt, her heart went out to him. He was trying to be brave, trying so desperately to keep the huge drops of tears from trailing down his face... he was just a little boy after all. Still, it was better to do her DUTY and keep her distance. 

Let’s Do Positivity! /  @watcherandshieldaccepting

@kalxidoscopc

    EVERYONE! STAND AT ATTENTION!!! IT IS THE PRECIOUS DELLA COMIN’ THROUGH!!!  UNF. QUEEN. Okay. Our friendship has always been a wonderful roller coaster of joy since the moment we met. And the way we met was a wonder on it’s own? Because it wasn’t us talking, literally our muses brought us together because they were the ones who started talking and INSTANTLY HIT IT OFF! LIKE MY GOODNESS!!! I never thought Cersei could click with anyone like that in that speed before we met. And then we were able to watch their respected partnership grow into a friendship and then unto lovers? AND THEN SUDDENLY WE HAVE A PRECIOUS CHILD ON OUR HANDS!!??? (Who always grows up without one of her parents SOBS )