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Ygritte ~ 21 ~ Wildling ~ Still Alive

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Remember Me

His cold metal fingers wrapped around my throat as his deep brown eyes, seeping with hate and anger, locked with mine. I felt helpless and weak. Unable to move out of pure fear for this wasn’t the first time I have been at the Winter Soldiers mercy. 

My body danced around his as I avoided every attack he had thrown at me so far, I was starting to get cocky… And he could see that. Tossing his non bionic arm out to hit me I darted to the left only to be throat slammed into the mat below by an attack i did not see coming. The wind escape my body leaving me weak and vulnerable to another heavy blow. Yet he did nothing. Pinning me to the mat he began to speak “вы получаете неаккуратно , позволяя” snarling through my teeth I hissed “In English, I must learn… Please.“ He smirked at me as he let go of my throat but remanded on top of me "you’re getting sloppy, letting yourself get to comfortable. You are no mind reader Natalia, you do not know what my next move will be… You’re not that good yet.” I watched his lips, mesmerized the way they moved as he pronounced every word in that American accent of his. I moved my hand towards his face wanting to run my fingers across those lips but was stopped as he snatched my hand away and glared across the room towards the group of men watching us. For mounts we had been sneaking around hiding our love for one another from the Red Room, if they knew they would take all the memories we had together from the both of us… A faith worse then death for without this man I would still be lost, still looking for a reason to get up each day. We Russians, all we have is our winter and he is mine. 

but now here he is. Standing over me once again but with no memory of me or our years together. I want to scream till my voice gives in, cry until I have no more strength left to, kiss him one more time and be held in his arms and hear him say he loves me one last time… Oh James. My poor lost James “You could at least recognize me?”

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In 07x01 Jon said: "Everything before the word "but" is horse shit." So that mean when Jon said: "I know I love you, I know you love me. BUT I have to go home now" to Ygritte during their goodbyes, he never love her? I don't want believe it...

No, not at all. Jon loved Ygritte and she loved him. Obviously the show didn't show it like the books but if Jon didn't truly love her he would never have taken her body beyond the wall to burn her before a weirwood tree. Also on the topic of her death if he didn't love her he wouldn't have stopped fighting to be by her side as she said her dying words. I believe that saying is one of those sayings that only works with certain people. Like if I was to say "I'm starving BUT I have no money for food" didn't mean I was lying about being hungry... if you get what I'm saying?

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Opening Starter| @abloodywoman The sound of metal clashing with metal filled the morning air of Winterfell. Men and woman of all ages training along side each other for the coming war. Ygritte had often found herself wondering around the castle discovering the secrets that it held. Often Jon, Tormund and Davos would join her. They would talk about the war that was to come with the undead and the Queen on the iron throne, after sometime they took the talk behind closed doors in fear their words would reach unwanted ears. Yet Ygritte continued to take her walk and would often go to the trading place of her favourite knight. Brienne. "I like her" Ygritte said changing the convention to her liking. Jon looked over to her confused "and whom is it you speak of?" "The Knight, Brienne, I like her." "Have you ever spoken a word to her?" "No" Ygritte had wanted to, many a times she thought about stepping into her training sessions with the young boy, who she learned was called Podrick, and speak to them. Yet she had no words to say and found herself shy. She expressed this to Jon and he began to laugh. He stopped after Ygritte's third punch to his arm "should I fear my Queen has fallen for another? Ygritte, my love, you're being silly. Brienne has done a great deal for my family and her loyalty is one I will always remember. For it she shall always have a room within our house and a seat at our table. Speak to her tomorrow. Now if you don't mind I was trying to sleep." Jon pulled her into his arms as kissed her neck gently, Ghost curled up at their feel as she slowly drifted to sleep. Three days had pasted and Ygritte had finally found it in herself to speak to the Knight she had admired from a far for so long. Ghost padded along beside her as she drew closer, her eyes watching the young man attempt to block one of her attacks but finding no strength to do so. He fell backwards into Ygritte, they crashed into the dirt below but Ygritte couldn't help but laugh. She found her feet and helped the young man up. Dusting herself off she spoke "She has used that move on you every day for the past week yet you still fail to block it. Perhaps you weren't meant for sword play but then again nor was I." She turned her attention to Brienne "I don't think we've properly met yet" she held her hand out, Ghost sat on the ground beside her "I'm Ygritte."

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Continued from here @fierywildling​

Ygritte’s head snapped towards where Yara was, her bow quickly drawn with an arrow notched. When she realised it wasn’t an attack she put it away and made her way over to her.

“You should look where you’re going.” She said as she got down onto one knee to get a better look at the now purple ankle. “I’m sorry but this will hurt.” her hand cane to Yara’s ankle and began to feel if it was broken, it was not. “You’ve sprained it. I can wrap it up but you won’t be able to walk on it for some time.” Ygritte raised to her feet offering Yara her hand.

Yara hissed, cursing further as Ygritte manipulated her ankle. Her fists were clenched tight enough to draw blood from her palms. But she forced herself to relax, taking Ygritte’s hand and standing, unsteadily, on one foot.

“Great.” She grunted, keeping hold of Ygritte to make sure she didn’t fall again. Further injury would only make things worse. “We should find somewhere safe to stop for you to wrap this. Then we’ll find a way to carry on.”

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Taking her arm across her shoulders Ygritte took Yara's weight onto her, she took a few tester steps for them to get used to their new way of walking before setting off to find shelter.

"A rest will be good for the young ones, some can get a few minutes of sleep before we set off again. Tormund" she called out to the man ahead of her. When he came near she told him that they would stop and rest for some time. She told him to look for a safe place and tell the others. Word spread quickly. "I never got to personally thank you, what you are doing for us... you are saving many lives, Yara Greyjoy."

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Daenerys wasn’t sure how to feel about that, if Ygritte wasn’t willing to bend the knee could she really be trusted? Eyes narrowed toward the fiery haired woman “if you have already bent the knee for another lord how can I be sure to trust your word?” The queen of dragons questioned tilting her chin up slightly.

The mention of White Walkers was all to familiar, wasn’t she to meet with some one else about the same issue? “Ygritte was it? I have better things to do then worry about some folklore, the iron throne is mine for the taking and i can not sit by while it is being taken from me by some one less deserving” Daenerys spat back in response.

“White Walkers are of no importance to me, the throne where I am supposed to rightfully sit has been over run by Lannisters, they took what was rightfully mine and my ancestors. I’m sorry that I don’t believe in made up stories, but I have better things to worry about”

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The wilding nodded, she could see the queens concern and understand her confusion. Ygritte had come here alone and began to cry wolf. Brushing a few wild strands of hair from her face she spoke once more "you can't" she said it bluntly "I could be lying to you... but I wonder if you will start believe me when the men, women and children of the north die fight a cause you turned your nose up to. What will you say when you watch the dead march on the throne you love so much? What will you say?"

Ygritte began to laugh at the queens comment about the white walkers "folklore?" She said managed to say "Aye, but a day ago I thought the stories of your dragons were just that. Stories. I believed they had died out long ago yet I seen three as my boat docked on your shores. I didn't believe in the While Walkers till I seen a young girl, her skin rotten away to the point where I can see her bones; come towards me with a dagger in hand slashing at me like a crazed animal. I drove my dagger through her chest." Ygritte went quite the memory of that day forever haunting her dreams "she got back up." She said it so quietly "she got back up and I had to put her down again and again until she finally stopped..."

She took a few second to calm herself before she spoke again. "The King In The North will be much kinder with his words then I. This is why I came first, he will ask you kindly... or maybe he will shock me and be as blunt as I have been but I came to make sure his time would not be wasted. Your iron throne isn't going anywhere."

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A Moment Of Weakness

Send ‘a moment of weakness’ for a drabble or a starterStatus - AcceptingMy muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Yara had been prepared to walk for many more miles, until they found some kind of boat. She could get the wildlings beyond the wall, so long as she had a ship.

But she hadn’t been paying enough attention to her surroundings, and her foot slipped into a rabbit burrow, twisting and letting out a quiet ‘crack’.

“Shit!” Yara cursed, wincing and able to feel that her ankle was already swelling. “Fuck, shit, bollocks…” She continued angrily.

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Ygritte's head snapped towards where Yara was, her bow quickly drawn with an arrow notched. When she realised it wasn't an attack she put it away and made her way over to her.

"You should look where you're going." She said as she got down onto one knee to get a better look at the now purple ankle. "I'm sorry but this will hurt." her hand cane to Yara's ankle and began to feel if it was broken, it was not. "You've sprained it. I can wrap it up but you won't be able to walk on it for some time." Ygritte raised to her feet offering Yara her hand.

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Draped In Silk Part Two

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The green silk dress hugged Ygrittes body nicely, loosening around her knees and flowing past her feet. She had brushes the knots out of her hair as Ghost brought a black fur coat to her side, his wet nose nudges her arm as she picked it up. She thanked him with a chin scratch. As she threw it around her shoulders the warmth of the fur began to fight back the coldness of the stone room, she had never owned furs quite like this before, She hardly recognized herself in the mirror. 

 She made her way towards the dining room, like Sansa had told her, but was stopped by two winterfell guards in the yard below her room. “Lady Ygritte” she looked towards them. “lady Ygritte, His grace has asked that you meet him by the Godswood. He asked us to escort you there.” She frowned at that last part “Thank you, but I’m sure Ghost will escort me there just fine.” Spinning on her heels she began to march in the wrong direction till Ghost took her coat in his mouth and pulled her to the right path.

 Her mind began to overflow with reasons as to why he would want to meet her there and why he sent two men to collect her so late at night. Was he leaving her? She chewed her nails at the thought. “No” she said under her breath “no don’t be stupid, maybe he has something secret to tell me.” There was no one around to talk to but Ghost so she spoke down towards him “why am I over thinking this? Why are my hands shaking?“ 

 There he sat, under the white tree with leaves as red as the life blood That flows within her. Ygritte had never seen a tree with a face before. She moved towards him slowly taking in every detail she could about her surroundings stopping when she came to the small pond, the water blacker then anything she had ever seen before. Ygritte tore her eyes away to find Jon’s, a look of worry across her face as she moved closer to him. Ghost had found his place by Jon’s side and rested himself in the snow. “Jon… why have you brought me out here? Is there something the matter?”

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Jon had a few moments to himself, to think of what he was going to say, going to ask.. What if she said no? What if this life wasn’t what she wanted and she wanted to return to the wild. Would he be able to follow? His family was here.. who remained, they were here. Jon didn’t know if he could pick between them.. then she arrived, and all thoughts left his head as he looked at his woman. Ygritte looked great in her silk dress.. “good boy,” he spoke, gently patting ghost on his head before closing the small gap between the two. “Nothing,” Jon spoke, smiling at her.. He just couldn’t help the grin. It would begin to hurt his face soon enough. “I brought you here to ask a question.. I want you, now and always. To be my queen” he paused, trying to judge her reaction. “You don’t have to say yes, you can say no.. I will take no other woman but you”

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She said nothing. Her eyes blinking slowly as she heard his words ove and over. Her mouth parted slightly but she couldn’t speak. She loved this man, she had killed for this man and would die for him if the occasion arises… so why was she standing there in silence. Finally her hand found his. Leaning in she kissed him deeply, tears lightly falling from her eyes. Pulling back she smiled at him "say no? You think I would say no? You know nothing, Jon snow. My heart will always be and always has been yours.” She pulled him closer and pressed her forehead to his “the answer is yes for you are mine and I am yours.”

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"Aye I know nothing, or so I’ve been told once or twice.. By yourself” Jon smiled, letting their foreheads touch for a while. Not wanting moments like these to end. “I knew you would suit it. The silk dresses. You’re a Lady now, a wild one.. But a Lady, my Lady.. My Queen. Are you ready to become the Queen of the North?”

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The thought of being Queen had never crossed Ygritte's mind, She had been so focused on the threat beyond the wall and insuring Jon wasn't driven mad by stupid questions from stupid people to truly stop and think about what their relationship would evolve to. 'Queen Ygritte' she thought to herself. Her name didn't suit the title but she didn't care "If being Queen of the North means i will always be by your side then I am the Queen of the North... Do I have to wear a crown? You don't wear a crown" her fingers ruffled up his hair "promise mewhen the fighting starts you won't hide me away in some room along with the other lady's of the north. I'll fight by my peoples side like I always have done many times before and I will die by thee side. Queen or not in still the best archer in all the seven kingdoms and you'd need someone to watch that pretty behind of yours out there, Jon Snow." She winked at him

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Draped In Silk Part Two

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The green silk dress hugged Ygrittes body nicely, loosening around her knees and flowing past her feet. She had brushes the knots out of her hair as Ghost brought a black fur coat to her side, his wet nose nudges her arm as she picked it up. She thanked him with a chin scratch. As she threw it around her shoulders the warmth of the fur began to fight back the coldness of the stone room, she had never owned furs quite like this before, She hardly recognized herself in the mirror. 

 She made her way towards the dining room, like Sansa had told her, but was stopped by two winterfell guards in the yard below her room. “Lady Ygritte” she looked towards them. “lady Ygritte, His grace has asked that you meet him by the Godswood. He asked us to escort you there.” She frowned at that last part “Thank you, but I’m sure Ghost will escort me there just fine.” Spinning on her heels she began to march in the wrong direction till Ghost took her coat in his mouth and pulled her to the right path.

 Her mind began to overflow with reasons as to why he would want to meet her there and why he sent two men to collect her so late at night. Was he leaving her? She chewed her nails at the thought. “No” she said under her breath “no don’t be stupid, maybe he has something secret to tell me.” There was no one around to talk to but Ghost so she spoke down towards him “why am I over thinking this? Why are my hands shaking?“ 

 There he sat, under the white tree with leaves as red as the life blood That flows within her. Ygritte had never seen a tree with a face before. She moved towards him slowly taking in every detail she could about her surroundings stopping when she came to the small pond, the water blacker then anything she had ever seen before. Ygritte tore her eyes away to find Jon’s, a look of worry across her face as she moved closer to him. Ghost had found his place by Jon’s side and rested himself in the snow. "Jon… why have you brought me out here? Is there something the matter?”

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Jon had a few moments to himself, to think of what he was going to say, going to ask.. What if she said no? What if this life wasn’t what she wanted and she wanted to return to the wild. Would he be able to follow? His family was here.. who remained, they were here. Jon didn’t know if he could pick between them.. then she arrived, and all thoughts left his head as he looked at his woman. Ygritte looked great in her silk dress.. "good boy,” he spoke, gently patting ghost on his head before closing the small gap between the two. “Nothing,” Jon spoke, smiling at her.. He just couldn’t help the grin. It would begin to hurt his face soon enough. “I brought you here to ask a question.. I want you, now and always. To be my queen” he paused, trying to judge her reaction. “You don’t have to say yes, you can say no.. I will take no other woman but you”

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She said nothing. Her eyes blinking slowly as she heard his words ove and over. Her mouth parted slightly but she couldn't speak. She loved this man, she had killed for this man and would die for him if the occasion arises... so why was she standing there in silence. Finally her hand found his. Leaning in she kissed him deeply, tears lightly falling from her eyes. Pulling back she smiled at him "say no? You think I would say no? You know nothing, Jon snow. My heart will always be and always has been yours." She pulled him closer and pressed her forehead to his "the answer is yes for you are mine and I am yours."