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𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑. hunger games au, victors of district 7 & 4. @wulsulfr & @cqtelyn
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leaving dragonstone, even if for a short period of time, was more difficult than she imagined. it had taken so long to finally get home –––– it hurt to leave. but this was no folly journey, it was necessary. she could understand robb stark’s reluctance to isolate himself on the island of dragonstone, though daenerys was just as reluctant to travel as far north as winterfell ... not until an understanding had been reached.
it had been quite a journey for herself, the heft portion of unsullied that marched behind her and the few dothraki that rode beside them. the young queen brought enough men to defend her - though not enough to give away the scope of just how expansive her army was, or risk them all if this mission failed.
she was close enough to see the direwolf sigils that blew in the harsh wind, hung around the makeshift campsite. her army stayed back along the top of the hill, as herself, three unsullied soldiers, missandei, and one dothraki rider rode to meet the young wolf. she wondered how difficult it might be to convince a stark that she was not her father’s daughter. in blood, yes. in every other manner, no.
she slides from her horse with only a bit of help. while she’s far more partial to drogon’s back, it did not seem appropriate. ‘ may i present queen daenerys stormborn of the house targaryen, the first of her name, queen of the andals, the thornar and the first men, lady of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realms, lady of dragonstone, queen of meereen, khaleesi of the great grass sea, the unburnt, breaker of chains and mother of dragons, ’ missandei spoke as daenerys made her way forward, back straight, shoulders tall. the stance of a queen. “ i must thank you for your gracious acceptance of us in the north. i believe there are far too many pressing matters to be discussed over ravens. ” ( @wulsulfr ! )
she was nothing more than a rustle in the wind as she ( far too easily ) slipped past the guards posted around the makeshift campsite. she could hear the ramblings of soldiers, the sound of steel being sharpened. why wouldn’t a stark announce herself upon arrival ? perhaps because everyone thought her dead, and it had been better that way. being a ghost had kept her alive. needle on her waist, cloak pulled over her hair ... it’s easy to find his tent. the king in the north. the boy she used to follow around winterfell, wanting to be just like him. again ( far too easily ) she’s slipping through the thick felt of the back of his tent. his back is to her, hunched forward over the table he stood by. so many things she wanted to say. how long had it been since she’d laid eyes on her own flesh & blood ... “ you might need some new guards outside your tent. those two aren’t very sharp. ” ( @wulsulfr ! )
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robb bringing in four bags of candy from the store when cat sent them out to get milk
cat: you have one job robb...... one.......
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“so you’re the one they call king in the north then, hm?”
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“the northerners are ready to die to defend winterfell,” she states quietly, solemnly as she stares out at the rows of soldiers preparing to fight, takes in the clamor of swords and shields and spears ringing through the keep’s walls, “not because they must, but because they want to.”
a small nod is offered and she sucks in a deep breath of the cool air, gaze steady. “your family has earned their trust and loyalty, not demanded it. you and your kin should be proud of that.”
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it is cold here. she knew that it would be. cold and strange and quiet in comparison to the twins, with all their noise. and yet....how much better! how much less like a cage to trammel her in. coldest and strangest of all is the godswood, though even here she does not feel....unwelcome. watched, perhaps. smaller and softer and younger than ever, yes, but not - - - somehow - - - unwelcome. which is well, for it is there she finds him. and yet, for finding him, she makes no further step toward him until he sees her, unwilling to disturb him. there’s a pair of fur-lined gloves clasped in her hands, shy worry settled on her face. (he is her husband, yes, and yet still so much a stranger!) “you....left these,” she says, voice hushed among the watching trees. “inside. you have been out here for so long, i....i thought you might want them.” a couple moments silence, and then her voice again, still so quiet, so unsure: “is it...your sisters? i know how you worry for them...”
